You looked at me with a slow sleepy grin and blew a quiet kiss.You rolled over and cuddled on my chest. I straightened the blanket over you and gave ...you a kiss. “Coffee, tea or me ?” you said and we laughed quietly. You settled down with your head on my chest. We had another sector to go yet. I was wondering whether the toilets really were too small?We both fell asleep. I was awoken by you a short time later. You whispered “Follow me in about a minute, lover!” You got up and walked. You can almost feel him next to you, his growing bulge pressing against the cheeks of your ass as his hands caress each of your breasts. You see your body arch in the mirror as your hands mimic his lifting each breast, and gently squeezing each nipple. You sigh softly, or was it a moan? You turn back to face the mirror, as you move you right hand slowly from your breast, running your fingers along the skin of your tummy, lower and lower. You look at the image before you, so erotic, as you. I flew to Atlanta, then took a connecting flight to Birmingham on Thursday afternoon. Grandfather had a car rented for me to pick up at the airport in Birmingham. I drove to Tuscaloosa.I didn't care for Birmingham. The airline service was poor and it wasn't an attractive place. Tuscaloosa and the campus weren't great either. A paper mill stank up the campus when the wind blew from the southeast. Fortunately, the prevailing wind was from the west. Next to the campus was a state psychiatric. And a pivotal moment in my life.The first part covers how I started enjoying kissing other boys.The second part tells how I lost my bi cherry to another guy and became actively and happily bi sexual.As I boy growing up in a small English village in the 1960's, sex wasn't a subject that got talked about in an educational or overt way.The very conservative nature of our society at the time meant that any useful education was gained either from whispers in the playground at school, or through the.