Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2008 23:18:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Divers <daviddivers@ymail.com>
Subject: Curious 50s Boy Part 3

This is a story about sexually explicit encounters between two males of
different ages....if you don't like that sort of thing don't read it.
...as they say in Jolly Old England " Bugger off" You must be 18 or older
to read it .


After I finished mowing Johnny's lawn that first day we went in the house
got a coke and then sat out on his front porch and quietly chatted.  He
said, "You might have heard about child molesters, but I am not a child
molester.  Just like when I met you, I did nothing but invite you to
lunch.....I know your Mom or Grandmother must have warned you about going
with strangers and all that.  You knew that, but you came along with me
with a good idea of exactly what was going on didn't you?  You may be under
age but you were not an innocent child?"

I told him, "I was almost sure of what you wanted.  I have had these
feelings since I was about twelve and when I saw my chance, I had made up
my mind that I wanted to try to get a blowjob ..... but I didn't want
anything else to happen.....some crazy man raping me in a vacant lot
somewhere or something like that.....I had no plans beyond that except to
cum without winding up dead or beaten up."

As you know by now, my knowledge of worldly things was strictly limited to
the shaky information that my friends and I passed around.  Our world was
limited to school, censored TV and sterilized movies, the comic strips or
the sports pages in the news paper and rumors.......  We were innocents at
worldly things.  I had seen "True Detective" police magazines in the news
stands but didn't buy them.  Most of my adult contact had been Teachers,
Boy Scout leaders and Church.  So we all grew up relatively
innocent....with what was called dirty minds......

Johnny said, "I am so glad you did.  But let me tell you, you are some
kinda beautiful kid......and I want to teach you everything that you are
willing to learn.  But you have to remember that your whole body can
experience pleasure not just your stiff dick........giving pleasure can be
just as exciting as receiving it.....and you have given me so much already
that, if it ended right now, I would still have a lifetime of memories.
Just looking at you makes me want to eat you up.  But there is so much
more.  It is sharing different pleasures and sensual experiences even if
one guys pleasure isn't quite what you might want yourself, you just go
along with it to let him experience his own way.  I want you to experience
everything.  You just think about it until the next time we get
together. And keep an open mind."

I promised him I would and got up to go.

He said, "Wait a minute, I haven't paid you yet.  I don't know how much you
charge but is five dollars enough?"

Five dollars was about twice as much as I had ever earned for a days
work. I was just a kid.  I told him that was plenty and tiredly turned
around to walk away.  He said would you like a ride, I know that old mower
of yours is kind of heavy to drag all the way home.  I can put it in my
trunk and drop you both off.

I was beat and gladly took him up on his offer.  We loaded the mower in his
car and he drove me home.  When we arrived my Grandmother was working in
her flower beds in the front yard and before we got out of the car Johnny
said, "why don't you introduce me....don't worry I won't embarrass you."

So we got out and unloaded the mower and I introduced him to my
grandmother.  He said "You have a great little worker here Mrs. Divers, I
sure do appreciate you letting me borrow him for the day."

Grandma was charmed by his compliments and they chatted for a few minutes.
Johnny said "I have to be getting home, but I want to try to get David to
work for me next week.  I have a lot of shrubbery that needs pruning and
flowers that need weeding.  By the way, some friends and I are going
fishing next weekend and I wonder if you might allow David to go with us.
I think I am off next Friday, Saturday, and Sunday next week so any of
those days would be fine with me."

She said, "Well Sunday is out because we go to church, but David can work
either of those other days.  David loves fishing and if he is not too tired
and wants to go fishing with you he can go."

I thought to myself, "I am in like Flynn".  That evening at dinner
Grandmother raved about what a gentleman Johnny is.  When I mentioned his
name, she said , "Don't you be disrespectful to your elders, you should
always call him Mr Rivers."

I thought about what he had said earlier that day when he said, "you had my
dick in your mouth yesterday and now you act as if my tongue is
poison"...... I told my Grandmother, "Yes maam, I would always be polite to
Mr. Rivers!"

She asked me how much he had paid me and when I unfolded the five dollar
bill, she said I ought to be grateful to him.  I told her it was hard work
and that it was almost as hard as when I worked on the Muck farm.

Just to the East of the small town where I lived with my Mom and Dad during
the school year there was a big swamp.  Years before, they had drained the
swamp and made big produce farms.  One summer when I was about twelve years
old my older brother had worked on one of the farms for half a day.  At
lunch time he came home black and dirty and said he it was too hard and
wasn't going back.  I said, "can I have your job???"

He said, "the devil can have it for all I care!"

So, jumped on my bike and rode down to the farm and told the lady in charge
of the"field hands" who I was, and asked if I could work.  She looked me up
and down and said, "you are kind of small but if you want to try you can go
ahead.  So for the next two summers I was a field hand weeding celery and
onions on my knees in the hot sun.  There must have been 10-15 black kids
from the city and one little white kid me.  The rows were 1/4 mile long and
we weeded from 7 in the morning until 4 in the afternoon crawling along the
rows in the sun.  And they paid me the princely sum of 33 cents an hour.
After the first few weeks they asked me if I wanted to stay late and peel
onions in the evening.

They had a peeling shed where a bunch of foreign ladies sat around and
peeled green onions scallions.  (They, like Johnny) thought I was just the
cutest thing and liked to have me around. The onions you buy in the
supermarket are peeled by somebody I don't know if you ever thought about
that.  At one time that somebody was me.  You buy a small bunch.  We got
paid by the bunch.  But our bunches were four times bigger than yours.  We
got paid a cent and a half to peel four of your bunches.

My family was not poor.  My Dad made enough money so that we had everything
we needed.  Thinking back, I seemed to have to prove to myself, "I am not a
limp-wristed pansy!!!"  Not that there is anything wrong with being one,
but it is just not me!

(I put all of that in the story because a question occurs to me I wonder
which is worse, me occasionally sucking a dick, or them sucking the sweat
and life blood out of me.)

Anyway, I was cool with the Johnny situation.  Johnny had my phone number
and he called my grandmother the next Wednesday to see if I could work on
Thursday.  So bright and early Thursday morning I arrived at this door
dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and he let me in.  After a few caresses
and some mutual groping, he led me outside to the Garage and opened the
door.  He got out some hedge clippers and a rake and took me to the front
yard and showed me how to trim the bushes and told me to keep at it until I
got tired and then come to the back door.  After about an hour, I went to
the back door and knocked.  When I entered, Johnny asked me had I thought
about what he had said about pleasing each other?

I said, "I am here aren't I!"

He said, "Come on in, I'll show you."

So I went into the kitchen and he knelt down and took off my shoes and
socks.  He led me into the bedroom and took off my shirt and dropped my
shorts to the floor.  He picked me up and took me over to the bed and lay
me down.......  He knelt down on the bed and bent over and began licking
the sweat from my feet and ankles and I sweat a lot..  He looked up at me
and said, have you ever heard of an around the world job?"

I said, "No what is it?"

He said , "You'll soon see.....lets go to Paris.  Just lay back and relax
and enjoy the trip!"

He returned to licking and went from my feet to my knees....I drew my legs
up and spread them anticipating that he would want to blow me, but he
mumbled don't be so anxious, we ll get around to that. .....he continued
licking upward and sucking on everything but my dick my balls and any other
loose parts he could find..... my dick was dripping like a leaky faucet.
He got to my chest and savored the sweat from my pits......he continued
upward to my face and licked my cheeks and eyelids and then started
downward rolling me sideward so that he could get my back and buns.......I
wondered how far he would go "that way".........

He rolled me back on and gently spread my legs as wide as he could get
them.....he started in on my balls and worked his way behind them towards
my what they delicately now call my rosebud.....he spread my cheeks an
licked the sides of my buns and I raised my hips as far as I could to
present the biggest target for him I thought to myself, if that is what he
wants, Paris at last..........he toyed with my "rosebud" with the tip of
his tongue and I had never felt anything like it.  I spread as wide as I
could and soon he was trying to get as much of his tongue in me as he
could.  It felt like it reached somewhere as far north as my
tonsils........  upward

Finally he backed off and slowly licked the pre-cum off my dripping dick.
Then he began sucking my dick to milk as much of the nectar as he could
get...I was moaning and trying to get it deeper in his mouth finally he
began jacking it and sucking it until I came throbbing into his
mouth..........I have no Idea how long all that took because I had closed
my eyes when it started and "as they say nowadays," just grooved on the
feelings. And sensations ....when I finally opened my eyes, Johnny was
standing there and beside him was a boy about my own
age.......staring.....naked..........eyes kind of
glazed......hard...........

I enjoy getting comments and suggestions for readers, so drop me an E.....I
expect there will be a lot after this ending.........

Best regards,

daviddivers@ymail.com