Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2008 02:13:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Divers <daviddivers@ymail.com>
Subject: Curious 50s Boy Part 1

This story is intended for adult readers.  You must be at least 18 years
old to read it.  This is a story that relates sexual contact between two
males of different ages.  If that offends you don't read it.  Let it
alone......but it is kind of a sweet coming out story and is mostly true

First let me say that at the time of the story, I was a normal 15 year old
boy and sex wasn't really a dominant thought in life yet.  I jacked off
long before I could have a real wet orgasm because I loved the feeling of
that spasmodic pleasure.  Most of my fantasies were of girls because that
is what it was what "real" boys thought about.  I had an uncle who lived
with another man and we knew that he was "that way" but we just didn't talk
about it.  The two of them came to family get-togethers and all and we
called both of them "uncle", but we knew the score.  My older brother and I
experimented a time or two but nothing serious ever happened.  A little
mutual jack off and once or twice we experimented with oral sex but nothing
to conclusion.  So, I was aware that "queer things"--the name for it in
those days--took place but it never really was an option in the late 50's.
Then one night at scout camp there was an event that changed all my
youthful expectations.

There was a classmate of ours named Billy.  Billy was a little runt of a
kid who would do anything to try to be one of the guys.  Our camp was set
up in rows of permanent tents and each tent held six to eight boys.  Billy
was in the next tent over from mine and late one night I could hear them
quietly talking that Billy was blowing one of the other boys.  They all
wanted to be next.  I don't know why, but secretly I knew that I didn't so
much want to get blow job, I wanted to be Billy.  To have the nerve to do
it.  But if anybody had ever found out, the shame and humiliation would
have killed me.  I wanted to be like everybody else, but deep down I knew I
was different.  For years afterward, thoughts about Billy became one of my
many jack off fantasies.

My name is David but everybody calls me Dave and this is a story about what
happened to me when I was about 15 years old.

I was about 5' 7", 140 lbs., a cute, normal boy, somewhat athletic build
and very tan from practically living outdoors when I was home.  My eyes are
dark brown--almost black, and I have dark brown hair cut in a crew cut.  I
have very long dark eyelashes and a smooth complection.

We lived in a rural school district about 10 miles from a mid-west city.
That particular summer, I was staying in a suburb of the city with my
grandparents and worked part-time mowing lawns, doing odd jobs and being a
gofer for any of the old people in the neighborhood.  There were no kids
around, so I had to entertain myself any way I could.

One morning I asked my Grandmother if I could go downtown that afternoon to
see a movie.  She gave me permission to go, so I got cleaned up and walked
over to a place called "97" to get the bus.  In the old days, 97 was the
name the streetcar stop for that area and over the years everybody still
called it that.  So I paid something like 10 or 15 cents and got on the bus
and rode down to Main Street.

At Main Street I got off the bus and wandered around by myself and window
shopped in some of my favorite stores.  After awhile I noticed an older
guy, probably around 30, who was window shopping right along with me.  I
would stop at a store and look at merchandise and pretty soon he would
appear right beside me.  Without knowing anything else about him, I knew
right away what he was.  He didn't say anything but he just seemed to be
there, hovering in the background pretending to look in the window.
Finally, I walked to the big downtown theater and was looking at the movie
posters and he appeared and said, "Kind of early for a movie.  You seem to
enjoy shopping for the same things I like."

I said, "Yes sir, I like to look at all of the gadgets and stuff."

He said, "I am going to go to a movie later on and don't have anyone to
have lunch with, have you eaten yet?"

I replied, "I had something before I left the house."

He said, "A young guy like you could probably still stand a hotdog or
something couldn't you?"

I said, "I only have enough money for the movie and bus fare home."

He said, "Don't worry about that.  I work nights and just got paid so I am
loaded right now.  Besides, I could probably give you a ride home, where do
you live" he asked?

I told him "97."

"We're almost neighbors.  What street do you live on?"

I told him the name of my grandmother's street and he said, "That's a
coincidence, I live just across the East Avenue on the north end of your
street.  Do you go to the high school?"

I said no and told him the name of my little town and that I had probably
often walked past his house many times going to the different stores near
his place.  I also mentioned that I mowed lawns in the neighborhood and
helped people in their gardens.

He said, "Maybe you could do my lawn for me.  I hate to do it during the
little time I have off from work.  Lets walk over to the lunch counter at
the 5 and 10 and see if we can get a bite to eat before time for the show.
You can tell me what you would charge me and maybe we can work out a deal.
By the way you can call me Johnny"

I wasn't totally naive.  As I said before, I already had a good idea
what he was and that he was trying to pick me up.  Although I was a total
virgin, my friends and I thought we knew all about the world and had talked
about queers and the weird things they liked to do, but I really had no
experience with anything or anybody--male or female.  I knew I had those
desires but so far in my young life I had managed to hide them.

One of my friends had found an old-time porn story named, "The Youthful
Playfulness of Jane" it in one of his Dad's drawers.  We had all passed it
around and everyone had practically memorized it.  It described everything
to a "T".  There were no pictures but it was hot.  Unlike the other boys
who probably imagined themselves taking the man's place in the stories, I
imagined myself in both roles.......giving and receiving!  What a weird
kid!  In my later JO fantasies, I got just as excited imagining myself in
the female role as I did in the male.  But in those days, being a "Queer"
meant lifetime exile in our little town.  So, it was something I wanted,
but was totally ashamed for even considering it.

Also, I was somewhat physically immature. I was just beginning to develop
physically from a gangly boy into a gangly teen.  I had great legs from
outdoor activities but was just beginning to get pubic hair and to fill out
in the right places.  I had seen my friends in the shower at school and at
camp and I didn't "measure up" in my mind.  Not so small that anyone would
make fun of me, but still small in my own eyes.  I certainly wasn't
interested in exposing myself in front of a grown man.

He must have sensed that I was aware that he was trying to pick me up.  I
knew that I wanted to go with him but would have been ashamed to admit it.
My face must have reddened, because he said, "What is the matter?  I am not
a kidnapper, just a guy who wants to become acquainted with you.  We can
talk about you mowing my lawn and taking care of the outside of my place if
you are interested.  Nothing can possibly happen in a public place.  This
is just a public conversation with two guys who just met on the street.
And what is it going to cost you to have lunch with me?"

So, he started to walk away and looked back and asked, "You coming?"

So I began to walk after him.  We chatted as we walked along about school,
and other guy stuff and soon reached the 5 and 10 store.  It was after the
lunch hour rush so there was nobody at the lunch counter. We sat on
adjacent stools and after we ordered, he swivelled his stool around so he
could look at me.  He said, "Has anyone ever told you that you have
beautiful lips?"

I must have reddened even brighter than I normally do because he said, "No,
I really mean it.  Haven't the girls or your Mom ever said it?  I mean,
your Mom must have told you that a time or two hasn't she?"

I just kept silent.  He said, "you are a great looking young man and will
be quiet a catch for some young girl when you are ready."  He hesitated and
added, "or someone else."

I just looked away.  I hesitated and said, "It hasn't happened yet.  I
don't have the money, time or opportunity to go out or anything.  And I
won't have a car of my own for a few more years.  I guess there will be
plenty of time for that when I am older."

He said, "If you don't date, what do you so for "exercise?"

I replied, "well, I play some sports, hunt, fish and love to walk and
explore the woods."

"I love to do all those things too, but I don't mean that kind of
exercise. You are a growing, mature boy, what do you do for other
"Exercise"?"

"I don't do anything. What do you mean?

He said, "You don't do anything for sex???"

I just stayed quiet and, if possible, reddened even more.

He said, "We both know what boys do in private.  I am going to level with
you. As great as it feels and as great as the thoughts you have when you do
it, I can show you things that are even better.  But if we did anything, we
would never do anything that you didn't want to do, and I would stop
whenever you said to."

Finally admitting to myself that I could be talked into it, I said, "what
if someone would find out.  My life would be ruined.  Anyway what makes you
so sure I am even interested in things like that?"

Johnny said, "Do you know what would happen to me if anyone found out?  If
you Dad didn't kill me first, they would put me in prison for many years."

He looked around to see if anyone was watching and then reached under the
counter. His hand brushed against my cock and asked, "If you weren't
interested, would that thing be hard?" He left his hand there and grasped
my dick through my pants.  "Your lips might lie, but your cock always tells
the truth."

I swivelled my stool away from him and started to get up but he removed his
hand and put it on my shoulder to restrain me.  He apologized and said, "I
am sorry if I shocked you but I find it hard to keep my hands off of you."

I ignored his apology but sat back down and took a bite of my hotdog.  It
was dry at bone in my mouth.  I took a sip of soda to wash it down and knew
I had to either break off the meeting or go along with what he wanted to
do.  And, as most of you know, a stiff dick has no conscience...........so,
I asked him, "Where could we go?"

He said, "Look, there are thousands of people like us.  You are not alone.
Probably many of your friends have the same thoughts and desires.  Someday
they will come to grips with what you could be doing this afternoon."

"There is a place near here that is run by people like us, for people who
just need to get away and quietly be themselves.  But we have to be
discrete.  I am known there.  They would let us in.  And everyone you see
at that place goes there for the same reason.  It is a quiet, private place
where you can relax and just be yourself.  Or, we could go back to my place
and get to know each other there."

I didn't want to go to his house where there would be nobody to help if he
decided to get rough with me.  So I stalled some more, playing with my food
and he said, "We will tell them you are my Nephew and we are just going do
a workout and take a steam.  They will look the other way about your age.
Anyway, it is dark in there and you can stand behind me.  They won't even
notice.......they don't want to notice. What about it, do you want to go?"

I stayed silent, completely at a loss for words.  He said, "I am going to
pay the bill and then you can make a choice.  Stay here and finish your
lunch and go to the movie, or come with me."

So, he got the waitresses attention and paid.  He got up and I just sat
there.  He said, "look, it is a big decision.  I will be walking back
towards the theater and you can come along or I will just go on without
you."

I waited until he left and decided to follow........He was waiting around
the corner......

When I got near him he turned and started walking, he said, "So you have
made a decision, huh?"

I said nothing just followed him.

We walked north for a few blocks and got his car out of a parking lot.  He
drove for a few blocks and pulled into a parking lot next to an old brick
building that had seen better days.  We got out and quickly walked to an
unmarked doorway.  There was a smally dark vestibule and he pushed a buzzer
and a small window in the wall opened and a voice asked what he wanted.  He
showed them a card and said, " I want a room for my Nephew here and a
locker for myself. "

"Nephew huh?  How old is this Nephew".

"He is eighteen and lives out of town.  We just want to workout and take a
steam".

The voice from the dark said, "The price is $5.00 for the room and $3.00
for the locker."

Johnny paid and a buzzer sounded and a door opened and we were in.  Johnny
said, just stay behind me.  An attendant handed him a sheet, two towels and
two keys on wrist bands.  He tried to get a look at me but I stayed in the
shadows.

We walked down several dark hallways with many doors.  There was barely
enough light to see and it had a reddish cast.  We reached a door with my
number on it and Johnny unlocked the door and handed me the key.  He said
put this on your wrist and don't lose it.  We went in.  There was a switch
on the wall and he turned it on and adjusted it so the room was cast in a
dim light.  He spread the sheet on the cot and said, "for the next few
hours this is your room.  Just like a hotel.  Nobody will bother you here
as long as you have the door closed.  Nothing will happen .you can walk the
halls, you can use the facilities and nobody will bother you if you don't
show any interest in them.  You are so young and tender that almost
everyone would worship the ground you walk on just to see you naked.  But
nobody will force you to do anything.  When I leave, lock the door so you
can have some privacy.  I am going to my locker and get ready.  You can
stay in here as long as you want.  We don't have to do anything.  You can
get undressed or not.  Whatever will make you feel comfortable.  Or you can
lay down and take a nap.  I will be back and if you want to come out, I
will show you around."

The cot was covered with plastic and the sheet slid around when I lay down
on it.  I stripped to my shorts and lay down.  Before long there was a
tapping at my door and I unlocked it and let Johnny in.  He was a well
built guy with light hair on his chest and well developed muscles.  Just
about the opposite of me.  He had a towel loosely wrapped around his waist
so nothing was really exposed, but I could see that he didn't have much
hair down towards his crotch.  He noticed me staring and he said "are you
curious to see me?"

With that he opened the towel and I could see he had very little hair
leading down to his crotch.  His dick was pretty hard and was about 6" long
and was cut like mine.  He said , "you can touch it if you like.  When you
are ready I would love to see yours."

Getting bold I hesitatingly reached out and wrapped my hand around it and
tentatively jacked it a few times back and forth.

"This is a first for me except for my big Brother," I said.  He eased it
towards me so I could get a closer look.  It was so close to my face that I
could feel the heat radiating from it.  I was still uncertain about what to
do with it so I asked him about the lack of hair and he told me he kept it
cut short because he liked the way it looked and that it made putting a
"stripper" on an taking it off easier.  ( Everybody I knew called a condom
a "stripper" in those days.)

I said, "you must work out. You have a really nice body."

He said, "My job gives me plenty of exercise and I do a few situps and
exercises at home to stay in shape.  You are a beautiful young man just as
I expected.  You have a beautiful body and you are going to grow into it
just fine.  You are definitely eating material as they say."

Then he asked, "Do you want to walk around?  There are not many people here
during the weekday so we won't run into many.  You can just wear your
shorts or put your towel over them or you can finish stripping and I will
show you how to wrap it around yourself so it doesn't fall off.  Or, we can
just stay here and talk.  It is up to you. "

Self consciously I turned away and stripped off my shorts.  I wrapped the
towel around my self and tried to knot it so that it would stay on but it
kept coming loose.

"Here, let me help you," he said.

I turned around and I handed him the ends of the towel.

He asked, "do you mind if I look?  I won't touch you?"

I am an extremely shy person and didn't really want him to see me, but deep
down there was nothing in the world I wanted more right then.  Anything to
break the ice and get it over with.  Quietly I was about to cream my shorts
in anticipation.

He loosened the towel and looked longingly at my dick.  "You sure have
nothing to be ashamed of, it is beautiful like the rest of you.  Mine is
only slightly bigger....in fact, you are a growing boy and will soon make
mine look like a child."

He leaned forward and asked, "can I kiss it".  I didn't reply so he lightly
kissed the tip and gave the underside of the head a quick lick.."

Did you like that he said.....I was in heaven........he said do you want
some more????  I just pushed it towards him and he began licking and
sucking it like a lollipop...it was so good.....so good.....Goood........I
tried to warn him I was close but he just kept on and on.....finally I came
in his mouth....I have no idea how much time passed but it seemed to last
for hours before he stopped.  I began apologizing for cumming in his mouth
but he assured me that it was his decision and that it was like nectar on
his tongue.....

I immediately suffered pangs of guilt and wanted to run away but he held me
and assured me that it is normal to feel guilty but that the afternoon had
just begun....I relaxed and decided to go along with whatever happened
next.......

He wrapped my towel around me and knotted it and left the room and locked
it.  He asked, "Would it make you feel more comfortable if we took a
shower?  We can have separate stalls or we can share one. "

I said, "lets take one together."

We entered the shower room and there was one big room like a high school
gang shower room and several separate stalls.  I stripped off my towel and
Johnny did too. I was already half hard as I entered the stall and Johnny
adjusted the water.  Then he began washing me from head to toe.  I grabbed
the soap and did the same to him not neglecting his cock and balls.  It was
in someways as if I were outside myself looking on--kind of surreal.  I
don't know where I got the nerve.  But I knelt down in front of him and
took his cock in my mouth.  I began to imitate the things he had done to me
earlier and soon had his cock standing tall and dripping with what he told
me was pre cum.  He said that if I wasn't careful he would cum in my mouth.
At that point I didn't want that to happen so I backed off and began to
jack him off until he warned, "here it comes....." with that his dick
started spraying cum all over my face and chest.  Some got on my lips and I
wiped it away with the head of his dick.  Then I put his dick back in my
mouth and continued sucking.  I know that I got some of his cum in my mouth
but I was so hot I didn't care.....

We spent the rest of the afternoon in my room and later he dropped me off
at 97 so I could walk the rest of the way home so nobody would be
suspicious..

 So, that is how I lost my innocence.....I lost it many more times that
summer at his house and on some of our outings and camping trips over the
next few years.  If you liked this initial installment of my story, please
write and let me know.  I will be sending more in later on.
Daviddivers@ymail.com