"Hey, cut it out!" whispered Jimmy. "Do you want us to end up in juvenile prison or in some sort of mental hospital?!"
The age of consent in our state was 18, so Jimmy and I knew damn well we had to be careful and wait another two years. Every so often, though, we needed to remind each other not to cross that dangerous line. For two years, we reluctantly settled for jacking off, each by ourselves, in our own bedrooms. We appreciated the thought that the best was yet to come, and I suppose that's what kept us going.
In our senior year at high school, we both reached our eighteenth birthdays early in the school year, so we were determined to make up for lost time. Our glorious 'first time' didn't come exactly the way we planned it; it was more spontaneous. Looking back, this made the experience much more of an adventure.
It was gym class, in late September, and the weather was still pleasant enough to play games outdoors. There was a cool breeze in the early morning, enough to send that stimulating and arousing sensation up the legs of your gym shorts, and this was the mid-1970s when phys ed uniforms were still very skimpy. The breeze would go up the legs of your shorts, over your thighs and up to your genitals, which were of course covered with a jockstrap. Jimmy and I could never understand why so many of the guys didn't like wearing jockstraps; to us it was a supreme turn-on! In fact, it was one of the main reasons why we looked forward to phys ed; that and of course dressing, undressing and showering with all the other guys.
The age of consent in our state was 18, so Jimmy and I knew damn well we had to be careful and wait another two years. Every so often, though, we needed to remind each other not to cross that dangerous line. For two years, we reluctantly settled for jacking off, each by ourselves, in our own bedrooms. We appreciated the thought that the best was yet to come, and I suppose that's what kept us going.
In our senior year at high school, we both reached our eighteenth birthdays early in the school year, so we were determined to make up for lost time. Our glorious 'first time' didn't come exactly the way we planned it; it was more spontaneous. Looking back, this made the experience much more of an adventure.
It was gym class, in late September, and the weather was still pleasant enough to play games outdoors. There was a cool breeze in the early morning, enough to send that stimulating and arousing sensation up the legs of your gym shorts, and this was the mid-1970s when phys ed uniforms were still very skimpy. The breeze would go up the legs of your shorts, over your thighs and up to your genitals, which were of course covered with a jockstrap. Jimmy and I could never understand why so many of the guys didn't like wearing jockstraps; to us it was a supreme turn-on! In fact, it was one of the main reasons why we looked forward to phys ed; that and of course dressing, undressing and showering with all the other guys.