Missed opportunities suck

If I had a time machine and could go back to a day in my childhood, I would definitely go back to the day that one of my third grade classmates invited me to spend the night at his house.

I was going through a stack of old pictures last night and I came across some old school photos. He was in a few of them and I'd forgotten all about him for a long time. I won't mention his name because that's not really important. Let's just call him "A.C." for simplicity.

A.C. was always a bit different than the other kids. He was kind of... odd. That's why we got along so well. He'd never stick to one particular group of kids the way the others did. We weren't BFFs, but we had our bonding moments. We were the only two kids in our class who enjoyed watching ALF. We were line partners whenever we had to line up to go to assemblies or back to class from recess. We also sometimes sat next to each other on the bus when we went on field trips. That's when we started to have interestingly titillating conversations.

He'd tell me about how his dad has dirty magazines and he looks at the pictures of people "doing it." I felt a little uncomfortable when he asked me if I ever rubbed my weiner when it got hard and I had to think for a minute. Why would you rub it? He also asked if I'd ever seen any dirty magazines, but I told him no. The conversation was starting to weird me out.

Then one day we were using the bathroom together at recess and things got more interesting. Remember those old piss troughs with the continuous flow of water going through them? A.C. invited me to play "swords" with him. After a rousing game which I eventually lost (according to him), he grabbed my cock and balls and said "let me see!"

Things between us were very awkward after that experience, for obvious reasons. A.C. eventually invited me to spend the night at his house so we could look at his dad's dirty magazines, but I lied and said that my mom wouldn't let me. I'd seen the child molesting episode of Diff'rent Strokes earlier that year on reruns and I was a little scared of letting anyone touch me because of the scary public service announcement type message they had at the end of it.

I'd see A.C. all through the years in various stages of our youth. The last time I saw him was in high school, wearing very tight-fitting European style clothes. He seemed a bit gay to me, and I regret not going to his house that time. With that time machine, I would have gone back and told my past self to go to that boy's house and look at all the dirty magazines I could! It could have been my very first boy on boy sexual experiment that would later lead to many adolescent poundings after school.

It would be exactly like Chuck & Buck, except neither of us are messed up in the head. I really regret not taking that opportunity to explore with another boy. It's a shame because he got VERY cute as the years went on. We could have been secret fuck buddies, but I guess I can't live in the land of shoulda-coulda-wouldas.