When I was young I was in boarding school. I lived in the boy’s dorm. One boy, named Scot, was particularly precocious, and he also happened to be very attractive, well built and masculine. In fact, my first day there, he and another boy performed an impromptu show. The other boy jacked him off and he shot his load clear to the ceiling. I was fourteen and not sure quite what to make of it. I attended the prep school tenth, junior, and senior years. Scot was in the same grade as me, but we didn’t attend the same classes. He was a varsity athlete. I was in advanced studies. Scot wouldn’t hesitate to say to my face, “Eat my dick!” By senior year I was used to the idea of oral sex. But I was shy, subconsciously afraid of the torrent of emotion that would ensue if ever I actually took his penis in my mouth, afraid somehow he’d mock me or betray my confidence. Yet Scot embodied the male figure that I longed for without knowing why.