A long time ago, when I was in junior high, we lived in Quito Ecuador. Not far from the house we lived in was a small park, with a soccer field. Around the edges on the other side lots of trees. There was always a soccer game going on. I went there to get out of the house. My mother was one more alcoholic expat wife. I went around to where the trees were and I saw these two guys laying on the grass. I was half a soccer field away, but I saw them, and then I saw one of them get on the other one and kiss him. I couldn’t believe it. When they got up and walked away I got up and followed them. They walked to this area, behind a small hill. I got around, pretending that I was stalking them. I saw one of them giving the other one a blowjob. He didn’t quit until he had a mouthful.
I went home with wet pants, I had ejaculated myself watching them. Grabbing my dick so hard to stop it, but I came in my pants. I rushed upstairs and took my pants and underwear off and pushed them under the bed. That night after dinner my mother came to my room with my pants and underwear to explain myself. The maid had found them when she swept the room that afternoon. I had been caught. I was embarrassed. But I could never tell my mom that I had seen two men kiss and one give the other one a blowjob. Or that at night that is all I could dream about. Or that when I went to the park I started talking to this older boy and he kissed me and I gave him a blowjob. And I let him pull my pants down behind that same small hill and he fucked me. I never told my mother, I can’t tell her that I’m gay and that I give blowjobs and I’m the sissy faggot.
