I feel sure most of us regret having missed an opportunity and wish we could somehow go back and
and act upon it for a different outcome.
When I was about 25 and in graduate school on an assistant ship, teaching 2 classes and taking 3 I lived
in a dorm with mostly underclassmen. I almost always studied in the room with the door to the hall open
and could see all who walked by. There was an 18 years old freshman, a really cute personable guy, black
hair, dark eyes, great smooth body who would stop by an talk occasionally. I think he admired me, being
older and more mature and in those days I was a good looking guy. One day (Tom) stopped by and in talking
said that he thought he had jock itch. I asked what it looked like and the said he could not see down there
himself. I told him that I had it years before and could take a look if he wanted and he said sure. So I told
him to go on down to his room and I would come down and take a look. So in a few minutes I went to his room, opened the door and he was standing there naked.
Now here is where I screwed up. Those were the days before "gay", you were queer and I was deep in the closet and I was very shy.
I got on my knees, face about 8 to 10 inches in front of his dick. And what did I do? I took a nearby pencil and moved his dick and balls about with it !! (He did not have jock itch or any sign of a rash).
I feel sure this 18 year old testosterone fueled good looking boy would have had a hard on in a minute it only I had used my fingers and hands while I carefully examined and moved around his dick and balls. That thing
could have been in my mouth then and maybe many times in the future. If only I had known than what
I know now.