Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2008 01:43:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Divers <daviddivers@ymail.com>
Subject: Curious 50s boy Part 2

The same caution applies...if you are not and adult over 18 buzz off--this
ain't for you.  There are quite graphic descriptions of sex between two
males of different ages....if that offends you, find that older rascal and
put him in jail.  Just leave me the heck alone.

Note: This is a continuation of my first effort, Curious 50s Boy Part 1,
and I thought I would insert an Authors note here:

"Queer" or "fairy" was the common terms to refer to us in the 50s.  But I
am uncomfortable using them in my writing so , although the term Gay was
many years in the future, that is what I will use from here on out........

Also, there are lots of asides and editorial comments.  Looking back, I
would have liked to tell that boy (myself) some of the things I include in
the story....he would have become a lot better adjusted at an earlier age.)


I arrived home after the first episode with Johnny just in time to sit down
to supper.  My grandmother asked me about the movie and I just told her it
was the usual matinee stuff...lots of news reels, short subjects and a
B-western.  I knew the name of the movie and who was in it from the posters
outside the theater.  During supper, I told her that I had met a man over
at 97 and he said that he had seen me mowing a lawn near his house and
asked if I would like to do his.  I said that I was going to go by his
house tomorrow and see how big it is and whether it was within want I could
do.

She said she was glad for me so that I would be able to save up some money
for school clothes and have some spending money during the school year.

That evening after supper, I went up to my room and lay down on my bed and
closed my eyes and relived all of the events of the day......the meeting,
the lunch, "he said"...."I said"...."I should have said".........the
afternoon at the baths........and I couldn't stop smiling if smiles were
sunshine, I could have lit up the room.  I also got tothinking about the
things to come.  I hoped Johnny has a huge yard so that I could work for
him often.

After breakfast the next morning, I got the old reel-type mower out of the
garage and wheeled it up the street to the house Johnny had pointed out
before he dropped me off at 97.  I had a legitimate reason for visiting
him.......

The house sat on a wide lot back off the street about 50 yards.  There were
lots of trees and bushes and flower beds that looked like they could use
some work as well as what seemed like acres of grass.  You could see that
there was a big back yard also.  The house was a typical two story with
attic and basement that was common to that neighborhood.  There was also an
old wooden garage off to the side of the house with a breezeway connecting
it to the house.

I hesitated before I walked up the sidewalk and composed myself.  I knew
why I was there and he knew why I was coming.  I could hardly contain my
joy.......or the nervous sweat that I could feel running down from my
armpits inside my shirt.

I walked up the sidewalk and rang the bell........Johnny opened the door in
his bathrobe and acted like he didn't know me.....he said ," yes, can I
help you?"

I told him that I had come to see him about doing his lawn.  He asked me to
come in.

As soon as the door closed behind me he hugged me to him and caressed my
face and said, "We have to be very discrete outside the house, but inside
we can relax and be ourselves."

I told himthat I understood and that I felt the same way...I would call him
Mr. Johnny outdoors where the neighbors might overhear.

He stood back and then drew me to him and slipped his hands down the back
of my pants and grabbed my buns and lifted me up and kissed me on the lips.

I didn't know what to think about that.....I hadn't considered kissing and
hugging as part of being gay.  Like most innocents of those days, being gay
equated to sex.  At my young and relatively innocent age, gay things were
blowjobs in a dark, dark place or what we referred to as "cornholing."
Even that latter thing was usually just part of a dirty joke and, for all
we knew, it may not even be possible to do it.  I would later find out it
was real.........but at that point I was still the innocent.

When I recoiled slightly, Johnny said, relax kid, we will still go at your
own speed.  What's the matter, hasn't anyone ever kissed you before????"

I said, "nobody but family.  And not too many of them.  I guess we are not
very affectionate."

Johnny said,"Well you may as well get used to it if you are going to be my
buddy.  Get ready kid because here comes a big one!"

With that he began kissing me on the lips and tried to work his tongue into
my mouth.  When I resisted, he stood back and held me at arms length and
said, " Relax kid, yesterday you put my dick in your mouth for minutes on
end and now you act like my tongue is as deadly as the plague.  I am trying
to show you the ropes and you are just going to have to relax some."

I thought about it for a minute or so and then drew my self close to him
and forced myself to relaxed.  This time he gently kissed me on the lips
and I opened my mouth to him.

His tongue entered and played with mine as is it were a game.  At the same
time, he ground his crotch into my hard dick.  At this point he stopped and
said, "We better go out to the garage and get the mower out or we will
never get anything done."

When we got outside, he opened up one side of the double doors and biggest
surprise of all, there was a big walk-behind power mower.  I had never seen
one and it was a beauty.  A big hog that looked like it weighed 500 pounds.
He rolled it out of the garage in his bathrobe and he said, "I will have to
go get dressed and show you how to start it up and run it.  It will whip
you if you aren't careful."  He showed me where he kept the gas and oil and
showed me where you check them.  He said for me to fill it up while he went
to change.

Then he came back, he coiled the starting rope around the pully and made
sure that it was ready.  He told me to stand back and gave the rope a huge
pull.  The rope turned the engine over and knotted end came flying through
the air and hit me right in the nuts.  I doubled over and Johnny turned and
grabbed me.  He pulled me into the garage told me to drop my pants.......

Believe me it was hard to drop them half bent over but I managed and Johnny
pulled my shorts down and began massaging my balls..... we were back far
enough where nobody could see us and he dropped to his knees and began
licking my balls ......that was enough to take away the crippling
ache......I immediately became erect and he transferred his attention to my
dick...I quickly came and told him he should patent that cure for achy
nuts.

"Back to work" he said as if nothing had happened.  So, I pulled my pants
on and pulled off my shirt and went to work.

He instructed me on the power mower safety and I quickly got the hang of
using it although it was a big beast and you really had to wrestle it
around to steer it.  By noon I had finished most of the mowing and he said
he was going in and fix some sandwiches.  He told me that there was a
shower in his basement if I wanted to cool off before lunch.  I knew that
he had ulterior motives and so I said that I would like to.  I was
beginning to love his motives.

Most bathrooms in those days didn't have showers, just cast iron bathtubs.
So most people rigged up shower heads directly off the pipes in the
basement and let the water run out the floor drain.  That was what he
had.....over beside the laundry tubs he had a hand held shower nozzle and
there was no shower curtain.  He said for me to strip and take my shower
and he would bring me a towel.....

So I stripped and lathered up but when he came back down with towels he was
naked and erect......I suspected he would be.......He got under the water
with me and began kissing where we left off earlier that morning.  I was
not exactly comfortable with the kissing part but I loved snuggling up
closely to him grinding our dicks together.

After a time, I stooped down and licked his nipples......he told me to bite
them.....I gently nipped at them and he increased the pressure on my neck
and said..... "bite!  So I chomped down on them.

I could feel the downward pressure on my shoulders and gradually lowered
myself down until I could look up at his nuts.  I raised up and took one of
them into my mouth.  I licked and sucked it and then moved over to the
other and did the same.  Then I tried to take both in my mouth at once.  He
rocked slightly backward so that my tongue could reach that magic area
behind the Scrotum.....the taint .....(it taint balls and taint ass)

Note*** (I am not a rimmer to this day, although I have found it very
arousing to be rimmed.......so that was not what I was doing or intending
to do.....  Just in case you were wondering, I was still very innocent).

I raised up some and began tracing the veins of his dick with my tongue.
It was pouring pre cum.  I licked some up and spread it all over his dick.
Then I took just the head in my mouth and began working my tongue all over
the underside of the head.  (To this day it is still the place where I
focus my attention because it the most sensitive area of my own dick.).  I
must have worried the junction of his dickhead and shaft for minutes before
he slowly began trying to fuck my mouth.

(At the time, I was kind of offended by that.  It crossed my mind that he
wants to use my mouth as a pussy, and I ain't no pussy!  I am a guy who
likes to suck a dick, but I ain't no pussy!  For years, whenever I was on
the receiving end of a blowjob, I made sure I didn't move much because I
didn't want anybody to think I was using them for a pussy.  My partners
must have thought I was a total emotionless stone!!!!!  Totally frigid!!
But over the years I have lightened up a lot.)

Anyway the thought didn't last because he picked up speed and I was busy
savoring the experience.  Suddenly he said better watch out if you don't
want a mouthful.

At that point, I didn't know what I wanted because I didn't know much about
cum....did you swallow, did you spit, or did you just pull off and finish
them by jacking.  Would that nasty looking gray, slimy, stuff hurt you or
what????  So I pulled off.  And allowed him to cover me with cum again.....

Anyway, he dried me off after rinsing me with the nozzle.  Then he said,
"Lets go eat the sandwiches I made and then I will take care of you."

Neither of us dressed before we ate.  We sat around and got crumbs on our
cranks.  Then he said, "I want to show you the rest of the house."

He led me upstairs to his bedroom and told me I could lay on his unmade bed
because he wanted to show me something.  It was a comfortable bed and
smelled fresh.  He soon returned with a shoebox full of pictures.  He began
laying them out on the bed and they were all of men in every imaginable
sexual poses.... some were sucking, some were fucking and others required a
lot of explanation.  He asked me to look at them.  We could try any of the
things that seemed attractive to me.  I didn't know which ones to pick
because as you know from my first story, my experience was very limited.
So Johnny picked out a few and put the rest away.

The first picture Johnny selected was of two men dry fucking.  One had his
legs in the air and spread while the other's dick was sliding back and
forth in the first guys crack......

Johnny said, "I want you to fuck me just like that"

So he reached for a jar of vasoline on the nightstand and rubbed it all
over my dick.  Then he put a pillow under his ass and spread his legs wide
apart.  I got on top and lay between his legs.  I supported myself with
extended arms so I could watch my dick slide back and forth in his crack,
across his balls, and up the underside of his dick.  As the friction got to
me, he wrapped his lower legs around my thighs and increased the pressure.
When I started huffing and puffing and got ready to cum he raised me up,
rocked me forward and swallowed my dick to the root.  I came in
quarts.....or so it felt.

After we rested, Johnny told me that what we are all seeking is to bring
the maximum pleasure to each other.  You can't be selfish and just be
interested in getting yourself off.  At times some things that we do might
be painful at first but there is pleasure behind the pain.  But it is all a
art of finding your way in the world of Gay sex.

After all of that, we went back outside and trimmed the lawn.

If you enjoyed this latest installment, drop me an "E" I think I will tell
you about Johnny and David's fishing trip next time that I write.  We did a
lot of things together.......

Best regards,

Daviddivers@ymail.com