In 1962, I lived in Arlington Heights, Illinois. I had celebrated my 18th birthday and was looking forward to graduating from high school.
College would be my escape from an environment where sex was mainly whatever my right hand could do for me, encouraged by my parents' sex books and an occasional girlie mag from the Park Ridge Pharmacy. Girls would let you fondle their breasts through their blouses but that was it. Masturbating was my sex life.
I lived down the street from a man in his early 40's who was a traveling salesman. "Charlie" was a single guy and gone a lot, sometimes for a week or two. I shoveled his snow in the winter and cut his grass in the summer.
I also brought in his mail. He paid well and trusted me with his house key.
One day I was nosing around in his garage and found some nudist magazines, MALE nudist mags. I had never seen those before. Naked men playing baseball, doing gymnastics and sun bathing. These guys had BIG cocks. I got hard almost immediately. Why, I wondered?
I had never thought about sex with a man before. I remembered that I also got hard reading about the description of the grounds keeper's penis in "Lady Chatterley's Lover". That should have been a clue that I was attracted to men in a sexual way.
As I turned the pages, I started rubbing my cock and thinking about the guys in the magazine. I decided to masturbate while sitting on the riding lawn mower. I dropped my pants, leaned back, put my feet on the steering wheel and went to work. Spit was the only lube I had but that worked pretty well. What an orgasm! All over the mower!
I went back over to Charlie's house every day after school. I imagined I was naked with the guys in the magazines and we were jacking off all over each other. More sperm gone astray.
I searched around for more magazines and found a stack of old Playboy's. More Jacking but with the big titted girls displayed in living color. Wow! When I came while looking at these girls I realized that naked men and women turned me on. (That would be a big advantage when I got older.)
After a few days of intense pleasure I decided to move into Charlie's family room. His couch was more comfortable than the lawn mower. For the next several days I pounded out climax after climax.
One afternoon, without any warning Charlie found me, pants around my ankles, cum on chest and dozing, enjoying the afterwards. He just stood there with a grin on his face, no clothes on his body and the biggest erection I had ever seen. I guess he had come in while I was going to it, watched a little and then decided to join me.
He sat down next to me on the couch and proceeded to beat off, cumming all over his chest. He didn't say a word until he came, and then only "Watch this!"