Sex on the Beach That was the title of the first full blown sexual anything I had ever read, seen or heard. This was past the time of the BBS system and Compuserve now offered connection to the "internet". The "it" catchphrase was "the web". The novelty was being able to go to a page, then click on another link and it would direct you to another site. There was no such thing as a search engine yet. The first HTML pages were incredibly crude, very simple HTML sites with interesting color combinations, red text with black background, white text with purple background, black text on psychedlic cosmic color swirls. Pictures were scarce because on a 28.8/56.6 modem, one picture took half an hour to load.

I don't remember how I stumbled onto the page, but one day, I eventually found myself on a gay male erotic fiction page. The author of the page had written a bunch of stories, and wanted to publish them somewhere. Unprepared and uneducated as to what "erotic fiction" actually was, I randomly clicked on a link.

What came on screen was a REVELATION. The blase title didn't do justice to the story. Come to think of it, perhaps it was actually an incredibly poorly written piece, but at that time, I was riveted but the vivid descriptions of caressing, touching, kissing, fondling, eye contact, flesh upon flesh, and groans.

At this age, I knew sex was necessary to create babies, but did not know the actual technicalities of the act. Furthermore, coming from a Christian school, it was always stressed that the natural relationship was a monogamous one between a man and a woman. Every sentence I read, was another shattering strike to my wholesome, naive, innocent, Christian upbringing.

The story was about a random late summer afternoon sexual encounter on a beach. A 22 year old is sunning on the beach with his family when he notices another slightly older boy staring at him through the corner of his eye. He stares back and is intrigued. Eventually, the other boy wanders off, and the 22year old decides to follow. A few minutes later, they encounter each other near an abandoned life guard station, and a heavy sexual tryst ensues: oral sex, the 69 position, no anal sex. The author was so adept at describing the sex that I didn't know the official "69 position" term for the position the boys were in until quite a time later.

I don't quite remembering how the story ends; it was fairly long. Reading the first part of the story was absolutely exhausting, my virgin mind trying to formulate the position, the scenes of the story. I distincly remembering actually not being able to finish the story, and I had to print it out: four pages, single space, double sided. Back then, I had one of those bubble jet printers, which took minutes per page. With one hand on the mouse button ready to cancel the print job, my eyes were glued to the hallway wall on the lookout for any of my family members' shadows.

It took me nearly two days to finish the story. I always felt a weird, somewhat new, sensation in my stomach area and I was always exhausted after only a couple of paragraphs. Little did I know what I was getting myself into.
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  My Digital Sexual Education I was a product of the digital information revolution. At an early age, I had great access to computer technology and a lot of friends who were proficient in the technology of the day. I remember when everybody had a BBS system and it was so amazing to be able to dial up to one of the boards and play the word adventures games. It was all so amazing to me.

Then, came the trio of AOL, Compuserve and Prodigy. My hometown was actually pretty advanced when it comes to connectivity technology, so everybody was on the service in the area. Initially, I joined Compuserve and loved it. It offered all the basics, and more importantly, it also had a great and extensive movie media section. One day, I was surfing randomly when I stumbled upon a personals section. It was a treasure trove of just pictures of random guys. I never worked up the courage to chat with anyone online because there were always these news stories about young kids being picked up by strangers on the internet. I was afraid that I would succumb to such a trap.

Mostly, the pictures were older men, in their later 20s and early 30s. It was an awakening to say the least.

Out of pure boredom, I persuaded my family to switch up the online service, changing to AOL and then prodigy. Of course, those two other services had great online entertainment content, but it didn't seem to have a burgeouning personals section. I had no other media outlet that allowed me to explore my new feelings, so in the end, I returned back to Compuserve. For nearly 4 or 5 years, Compuserve served as a sexual education that would not be taught in my school's sex ed class.  ¶ 11:15 AM 3 comments