I grew up in a small town, with a 1 room post office the size of a camper. And the 60-ish year old post master was what today would be deemed a pedophille and sexual predator. Our family business was across from the post office, and I often went across to get the days mail . About when I was 14 going into 15, he would take any opportunity ( as in, when no one else was getting their mail and I was) to shoot come on lines at me- like " I bet you have a big salami, show me your sausage, etc) Finally one day, with great trepidation that everyone would know somehow, I went behind the mailboxes and showed him my cock. That quickly led to a few weeks later and him taking me to his place one Saturday afternoon while his wife was out, him digging a Super8 porn film out of a hiding spot in the garage and taking me in to the house.He poured a brandy and lit a cigar and played the movie- but he could not get hard, so he ended up fucking me with the metal tube the cigar came in. ( this was back in the ancient times of the early 70's, and no Viagra )Pretty piss poor experience, and it only stayed that way- over the follow up sessions- he might cum, but never got hard enough to fuck, so I had plantains , cigar tubes, even a zuchini used on my hole. I think to this day that is one reason I shy away from older Spanish guys - maybe if he had not been off on so many counts I would appreciate older men or cigar smokers as play partners. But, he did aim me down the man on man sex route, and I certainly have made a lot of miles on that route over the years. And he did introduce me to a few other local guys my age range who he had also been with, who I ended up playing with away from him. But sadly, at that stage in my life- I was still keeping my true sexuality away from the family , so any sex hook ups were sort of done in passing with mostly different guys each time, with no names and definitely no phone numbers exchanged. After high school, mid 70's, I went to college in NYC and certainly did a dual life- during the school week living in the dorm I was asexual, come Friday night it was over to the gay theaters and baths in Manhatten and every cock I could find, and just about every fetish . By the time I was out of college, I was over 3,000 unique men played with. And yet, I really only knew 2 or 3 of them- the guys from my home town. And even those guys were not kept up with , tho now some 40 years later I do wonder how they have fared on their life paths- thru the disaster of the 80's and 90's and the AIDS crisis. Or thru the last 15 years and legal marraige.