LOWHANGERZ

Tulane Medical School is located three blocks from the French Quarter, on 1430 Tulane Avenue.  It was during the summer of 1982 - Brad was out of my house & gone and I had a lot of free time.  Summer school had started and I was enrolled to take Gross Anatomy and Histology (microscopic anatomy).  After just a week into the classes, I was told that there was too much material involved in taking those two classes together over the summer and that it would be in my best interest to just repeat the 1st semester of my freshman year in the fall.  It didn't sink in at first… I was wondering how am I going to repeat the 1st semester of my freshman year while taking the 1st semester classes of my sophomore year.  Well, I accepted the fact that I was being left behind and would have to start over.  This was the 1st time (of many) in my life that I would suffer consequences as a direct result of my immaturity and inappropriate behavior.  It was a blow to my ego - but I lacked the capacity to just grow up and work hard like everybody else ( a trait that has stuck with me my whole life and to this day continues to get me in trouble).  I got a job waiting tables at the Café Pontchartrain and made the best of it.  So getting back to all that free time: I discovered the back streets of the French Quarter… all the porn shops and adult book stores and peep shows, and the bath houses and the street hustlers.  After 4 years of being sexually repressed in college, it was time for me to start acting out and making up for lost time like there was no tomorrow.

Even though I had dated girls in high school and college, and had only heterosexual relations in college (although I had fantasized and jerked off hundreds of times thinking about Brad and Mike), I did have my share of male sex in grammar school and high school.  I was sexually active by the age of 10, and even though I did not start ejaculating until age 14, I can say without hesitation that I was having, and enjoying, orgasms since about the age of 5 years old.  I referred to it as "getting the feeling", and this was years before the Barry Manilow song.  My early pre-pubertal sexual experiences were the basic "show me yours and I'll show you mine", and I always liked seeing theirs first! (who wouldn't?).  I played this game with both boys & girls -  there are three people who I fondly recall: Robbie S., Neil S., and Barbara S.  With Barbara it was weird because she really didn't have that much to look at (just a young, bald pussy).  I would always ask her to keep rubbing me until I got the feeling, so she would sit over me as I lay on the floor and put my penis between her hands and rub them together.  It would always happen regularly that I kept her rubbing me for so long that I would have blisters on the shaft of my penis, burn marks from her rubbing.  This is how I learned early on that only a man can understand what another man experiences.  All she ever wanted me to do was rub her pussy - never entering her vaginal canal, at least not as 10 year olds.  This continued with Barbara from 4th grade through 6th grade, we stopped before entering junior high - before hormones would enable us sexually.   Barbara was a good friend, and actually we did have intercourse a few times during high school and college, and I never did enjoy it… it didn't feel natural to me.  I also played these rubbing games with Robbie and Neil.  With Robbie, it only lasted a couple of months - he was a very good looking, attractive young man and he had a lot of friends.  He probably picked up, even at that early age, that I really enjoyed these touching games while he did not, so after a few months of mutual rubbing, we drifted apart and never spoke again.  Neil was my best friends little brother.  Whenever I would go to Ira's house to play after school, I always made time to find out where Neil was and sneak into the basement or the attic with him, where we would both whip out our dicks.  They looked remarkably alike, and in addition to the rubbing between our palms (and giving each other blisters and burn marks), we would also place our dicks between our thumbs and index fingers, then with a pinching motion squeeze, alternating right and left hands, just like pinching on the right side, then on the left, then on the right… - over a few minutes this back and forth motion would eventually give way to a powerful orgasm, even though we were not yet ejaculating.  With Neil, this also went on between ages 10 and 12, just till before we started "maturing" into men.  We never spoke about it, we never let on to anyone that we had anything to do with each other - it was our secret rendezvous we had for a couple of years.  I went away to college and didn't see Neil for many years; when we finally did meet, we never did speak about old times or have a reunion.  Too bad. 

Just as I entered puberty and my mutual rubbing sex games ended with Neil and Barbara, the next level of sexual encounters with Adam and Michael was about to begin.  It seems that I always had someone who I had sex with on a regular basis.  Michael was first, and we had sex from age 12 to 16.  This is when it was customary to go to a friends house for a sleep over date on a Friday or Saturday night.  Whenever I went to Michael's house, Mrs. K. would always make us share a sleeper sofa in the basement.  For those sleepovers, I would always wear my long night shirt to bed. After going to bed and turning off the lights, my hand would eventually land on Michael's leg or knee, and his hand would land on mine.  Neither one of us would move our hand away, and while we were pretending to sleep, our hands crept closer and closer to each other's crotch, just inching towards that throbbing, rock hard cock that was waiting.  I never slept with underwear under my night shirt, so Michaels hand always made direct contact with my dick.  He always had to go through contortions to get his underwear off.  We never spoke, we just pretended to be sleeping and we just reciprocated playing with each other's penis until we eventually experienced the "feeling".  I never did advance to oral sex with Michael - strictly mutual playing.  One night, while being masturbated by Michael,  after I got the 'feeling' I got all nervous and screamed because I thought I was bleeding - all of a sudden things got wet and it was dark.  I screamed and he turned on the lamp, and I was expecting to see blood, but it soon became apparent that I had just experienced my first ejaculation.  It was during these early discovery sessions that I was certain that I preferred men.  Michael & I had these encounters till age 16 or so.

Adam was much more masculine and athletic than Michael. He had  a much more athletically inclined circle of friends… he was a jock-type guy.  Our  sexual games started during the 9th grade - there was a small bathroom in a deserted part of the high school and one day we were both in there peeing at the same time in adjacent urinals.  There was no barrier between the urinals and we both looked over at each other peeing.  Adam asked "do you wanna play sword fights?"  I was game, so he came over to my urinal and as he peed, he made his urine stream touch mine.  It was like a sword fight we had with our urine streams.  We did this on a daily basis, and this gave way to touching each other's penis.  We went into a stall and locked the door.  After pulling down our pants, we would have our sword fights using our dicks, just hitting each other's dick with a dick.  This went on for a few weeks until we started hitting each others penis with our hands.  This gave way to mutual fondling, and by this point, we were always going over to each other's house after school.  We played basketball, baseball, and the usual stuff, but things always ended up in our bedrooms where we would start playing cards.  After playing rummy or go fish, someone would always suggest playing poker.  Then the suggestion would inevitably be "let's make it interesting, let's play strip poker".  So we did.  Once we were down to our underwear, we would always make it real interesting by saying "the first one to lose their underpants must undergo the Treatment".  So, the cards would be dealt, and the loser would get restrained spread-eagle either on the bed, or on the floor, using rope to secure both wrists and ankles so that the loser was splayed out and helpless.  The winner would also stuff a sock in the loser's mouth and then start to administer 'the Treatment'.  Now bear in mind, we were 15 years old and were heavy into brutal S&M sex.  These sessions were hardcore and intense. 

Once the victim was spread-eagle, and his genitals were exposed and vulnerable, he would be forced to endure whatever treatment was selected for him by the winner of the card game.  These were serious, brutal punishments - each one of us had a special shoebox hidden away in our bedroom which contained the treatment tools and implements.  The winner would say "lets see what we can find in the treatment box" with an evil, sinister laugh.  Adam would always say "Poor Jordan, looks like he is quite helpless and has no one to save him - looks like Jordan is going to have to take the treatment like a man and I am going to dish it out without mercy".  He would then let out another sinister laugh, and take out a kitchen timer.  Usually he would set it for up to 10 minutes and say "lets start off with a mild dribble" and would then proceed to dribble my nuts like dribbling a basket ball, just repetitively hitting them very fast, harder & harder, until the timer went off.  This was just to warm them up and gets the blood flowing.  Then he would launch his vicious assault: we used clamps, vices, all sorts of kitchen utensils and hardware tools to inflict these treatments as viscously as we could.  We even had candles and would drip hot wax onto each others nipples and testicles.  He would always take this 2 foot length of rawhide and tie it around the base of my scrotum, and keep wrapping it around and around so it kept stretching my balls out.  My scrotal skin would get all shiny and tight - my balls were turned into a punching bag and he would drip hot wax on my nuts and also in my urethral meatus (piss slit), and he’d pull on the leather string so it would pull my nutsac until I thought he would pull them off. Imagine being 15 or 16 years old, naked, and losing the one last poker hand… knowing you would be tied spread-eagle, gagged, ropes tied around your nutsac to isolate your balls and stretch them out, and then having your balls used like a punching bag for 10 or 15 minutes until the bell rings.  That last minute was always the hardest to endure.  And nipple clamps were tightly attached and hot wax dripped - getting into this at age 16 changes you forever.  We had these encounters on a weekly basis, and there were always thoughts of getting revenge on the winner - these thought lingered all week long, especially if it was your balls that got pummeled during the 'treatment'.  Getting revenge because of what you experienced the week before - this kind of behavior really has a serious impact on the psyche of a teenager.  The truth is that while I could really dish out a merciless treatment to Adam, I also liked receiving the 'treatment' just as much. 

These sessions constituted the secret bond between Adam & I.  That is, until one brutal session when we were high school seniors. By this time, we had matured into strapping young lads and each had a nice, hefty cock.  When Adam & I started these games, he had not yet developed pubic hair, and his dick was small.  He called his dick Harry.  I witnessed Harry grow from a 3 inch boy dick into a 9 inch horse cock.  When I had Adam restrained,  I could see that he was frantically trying to spit out the gag and tell me to stop.  But, I knew he really wanted it because Harry was (as always) rock hard and throbbing and dripping pre-cum.  What a transformation Harry went through.  A guys cock never lies – if it is hard and throbbing, it is just begging for more.  In addition to the brutality of these torture sessions, we usually concluded the ‘treatment` with a “messy” – that is jerking the battered cock and balls off till it shot it’s tormented load.  And I would usually keep him restrained until his “messy” turned from white cream to a watery goo that dripped down his sides.  We also got into oral sex during these ritualistic mutilations.  And through it all, we never spoke about it during the week.  I think Adam was in denial that he was gay and he looked at these sessions as an athletic competition / contest, not a sexual encounter. 

So getting back to this one particular encounter when we both were high school seniors -  I had won the poker game and Adam was restrained.  Like I said, by this point in time, we were both well into puberty and had pubic hair, nice sized cocks that shot huge loads, and we had nice, big, full, goose-egg sized balls.  Adam had given me a particularly harsh treatment the week before and it was on my mind all week about what I would do to him if he lost the poker match.  So there he lay immobilized before me.  I think he knew he was too rough on me last week and although he could not speak through the gag, I could see his eyes pleading with me to go easy on him.  I told him "Adam, you know you deserve a long, hard treatment" and I proceeded to warm up his balls with a good dribble, and then I just went on an all-out attack on his manhood.  No mercy.  Well towards the end of the session. I grabbed his ballsac in my clenched fist and stretched it out as far as I could.  His scrotal skin was taught and shiny.  Then I took a wooden spoon and started really hitting his nuts hard.  I asked him "does it hurt" and he was violently shaking his head up and down.  I then dropped the spoon and continued my attack with my fist.  I told him it would be over after 25 more slaps.   …, 22, 23, 24, and then I said "And now for number 25" and my right fist went up above my head and I brought it down with all my might.  Immediately I knew I hit him too hard - it felt like his left testicle had exploded - it felt like a bag of worms.  Then his scrotum started swelling and turning blue.  I untied him and told him I was sorry (like that really mattered to an 18 year old who just got his ball ruptured).  I helped him get dressed and we drove to the emergency room.  He told the doctor, as he was holding the the ice pack in place on his balls, that we were playing soccer and he got kicked in the groin.  The doctor let it go at that (I was shocked that the doctor did not ask about all the wax that was caked on his cock and groin) and called his mother to pick him up.  Needless to say that Adam & I never played poker again.  In fact, we never spoke again.

So why did I bother to go into that whole story when I started off talking about the French Quarter and the adult book stores and peep shows?  Well, I will tell you why.