Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2009 01:37:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Divers <daviddivers@ymail.com>
Subject: Chapter 7 of Curious 50's Boy

Chapter 7 -- Summer Construction days

During the first part of that summer vacation, Rickey and I continued to
work for Johnny on a part time basis -- whenever he was off.  The working
part was tough.  He consciously didn't make allowance for our age or
inexperience.  Starting the third week of June we dug out his back yard and
put in a flag stone patio.  Neither Rickey nor I had ever heard of a patio
until we were actually taught to build one.  Even Johnny had no experience
and do-it-yourself books were few and far between in those days so we had
to play it by ear.

But, it came out all right and Johnny invited my Grandmother and my family
and many of his neighbors to a cook out on the new patio.  He also had a
lady there of his own--a very pretty lady who we later found out was his
"beard".  Just a lady who he dated occasionally to mask his true sexuality.
It was a fun afternoon and evening and it went a long way towards allaying
any possible suspicion about a grown man and two teen aged boys being so
closely around each other.  After we completed the Patio our next project
was tearing down Johnny's old garage and building a new one.  That summer
Johnny even showed us how to pour a concrete foundation and floor and how
to lay concrete blocks.

Johnny was usually off from work on Thursdays and Fridays.  So Rickey and I
had a standing part-time job with him whenever he was available.

The first Thursday after we built the patio, we took all the stuff out of
his garage and stored everything portable down his basement.  Things too
big for the basement went in the back yard under canvas . Then we tore off
the roof off the old building and hauled everything to the dump.  Johnny's
neighbor helped with the heavy lifting in the evening but he normally
worked during the day so he was not around a lot.  The next day we tore
down the walls and disposed of all that material and dug out the old
foundation stones.  The garage had originally been a barn and carriage
house so it had been built in the late 1800s at about the same time as the
house.  The beams and trusses were pegged together with wooden dowel pins
and the whole building was nailed together with old square-cut iron
nails. Nowadays people would have tried to preserve the old thing but in
the 50s nobody saw any real historical value in the old place so down it
came.  After disposing of the refuse, we got down to the original old dirt
floor so we dug around and unearthed all sorts of old tools, carriage
hardware and nails.  Considering the amount of nails we had to contend with
in the walls and roof, the original builder must have owned a hardware
store.

After the site was cleaned up, Johnny laid out the excavation lines and
what he called batter-boards.  After that he had Rickey and I dig the new
foundation.  It was pure drudgery but Johnny lent a hand with the heavier
work --the heavier work being digging and cutting out the roots of the
massive maple trees that had encroached under the old garage's foundation.
Johnny rigged up a block and tackle arrangement on a tripod so that we
could keep tension on the roots while we chopped with an axe and dug out
the dirt around them.  However you considered it, it made me want to be on
the engineering side of the business rather than the labor.  By the end of
the summer, Rickey and I both had muscles to be proud of.

We all were working wearing just "T" shirts, shorts and work shoes.  The
shirts lasted maybe a half an hour and were hung on a tree.  Sweat poured
off of us like rivers and the dust and dirt settled on our bare hides until
you couldn't see boy for the dirt.  Johnny jokingly hosed us off several
times for the neighbor's benefit, but we had plans for after work--after
all, we were very hot, dirty boys.  We continued until late in the
afternoon and then Johnny sent us in to get cleaned up.  It was down the
basement for all of us.

We all peeled off our shoes, socks, and shorts and were quickly standing
naked under the single shower nozzle.  It was mounted on a hose and Johnny
hosed us off one at a time.  Despite our individual past history with each
other, we all seemed somewhat shy at first.  We had done some twosomes but
the three of us naked together felt strange--at least to me.

After we all were wet down good, Johnny took a bar of soap and began
soaping me up.  At home we used washcloths with the soap but Johnny just
used the bar and rubbed it all over my body.  As he went lower, he rubbed
it down both sides of my balls and slid it through my crack and worked it
back and forth a few times.  Then he told me to continue working up a
lather and he turned to Rickey.

Rickey had been standing behind and slightly to the side of me.  Johnny
reached out and grabbed Rickey's cock and pulled him to him and began
soaping him up.  Meanwhile I took a handful of lather and put my hand
between Johnny's buns and began running my slick fingers the length of his
crack.  When I located his hole I pushed my index finger inside and began
to slowly work it in and out.  By the time he finished washing Rickey he
was half-squatting on my hand and was fucking himself on my rigid middle
finger.  As he rose up I added a second finger and he wiggled his butt
around to accommodate it.  After a minute he bent over in front of me and
after rinsing Rickey he took his cock into his mouth.  I took advantage of
his position and withdrew my fingers and placed the head of my cock at the
entrance to his hole and pushed it in.  It was an entirely new position for
me--standing and fucking "doggie fashion"...but it wouldn't be the last.

In that position I could feel every nook, node, and cranny inside of Johnny
and the contact he made on the top and underside of my cockhead was
unbelievable.  Johnny was crazy about the position as well.  He pushed back
to give me maximum penetration and being experienced he knew just how far
to push and pull to keep me inside.  I looked at Rickey's face and he had
his eyes squeezed shut as he grooved on the sensations Johnny was giving
the head of his cock.  When Rickey came his whole body convulsed and
quivered as I continued to stroke in and out of Johnny's ass.  Rickey
reversed roles and got down on his knees and took Johnny's cock as deeply
in his mouth as it would go.  His mouth was only inches from my cock and I
pushed and pulled in and out of Johnny's ass to the opposite rhythm that
Rickey was using on Johnny.  The thought crossed my mind that somehow the
twain would meet and I would slip out of Johnny and into Rickey's
mouth...But then again it also crossed my mind that it would be the
nastiest thing I could possibly do and might cause him to hate me.

Either way, it was not to be...Johnny came with a roar into Rickey's mouth
and I wasn't far behind, picking up the stroke and sliding in as deep as I
could go.  I picked up the pace and finally began to feel the buildup of
sensations.  As my cock swelled to maximize the contact, I shot my load as
deeply inside Johnny as my cock would allow.  I don't know how three people
could possible get more intimate...one person fucking another guy and
someone under them sucking the other guy's cock.  I just wished I could do
both at once...blow someone and fuck them at the same time.

Rickey stood behind me and playfully rubbed soap up and down the length of
my crack.  He wiggled his finger into my crack and slid it carefully into
my hole and worked it in and out.  Despite my having been with Johnny that
way, Rickey and I had done little more than occasional blow jobs--but what
blow jobs.  But with him I was willing to allow him to do anything he chose
just for the contact.

I reached behind me and cupped his balls and gently massaged them.  Then
Johnny turned the nozzle on Rickey and he had to withdraw his finger or
drown.  As quickly as we were clean, we grabbed the hose and sprayed Johnny
and both got handfuls of soap and lathered him up.  As we rinsed him off he
slowly sank to his knees and allowed the water to fill his mouth.  He
turned so he was facing both our cocks and brought his lips to my cock.  He
slurped it between his lips and then hugged Rickey's butt to him as he
pulled him to his lips.  He opened his mouth wide and sucked both of us
into his mouth.  I could feel Johnny's tongue as well as Rickey's cock in
that warm pit.  Johnny couldn't do them both justice at the same time so he
spit them out and alternated between the two of them.  It was good but not
as good as individual attention.  So I dropped down beside him and we
shared Rickey's cock between us.  Johnny would suck a few strokes and then
I would.  It took quite a bit of time but we finally made him cum.



I knew my Grandmother was holding supper until I got home so we had to call
it quits for the day.  But Many more summer afternoon cleanups were to come
so it would wait.