I had a few mutually enjoyable experiences with another boy the same age when I was about twelve. My d*** was about what it is now, but his was tiny, maybe three inches long and about as big around as my thumb is now, bald, uncircumcised, and curved downward. He barely touched mine, but I sucked on his every chance I got, doing all the things the women did in his dad’s movies that we were able to sneak out of his room a couple of times. Now I can’t stop thinking about his c***, and what we did, and what I’d do if I could go back in time(I’m into a lot of fetishes now I didn’t even know were a thing back then). I’m thirty two now, haven’t spoken to him since high school and barely spoke two words with him now. I have no clue if he ever even thinks about my mouth on his little prick, or how he feels about what we did. I’m scared stuff to try and reach out to him, he might hate me now, or think I abused him, or turned him gay, or he might have no memories of me at all. Anybody have any advice? Other than “kill yourself f**”?
