Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2006 03:54:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Q <james82usa@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Life Story of a Boy Lover

I am 82 years old.  Looking back through the decades,
I see that I have lived a very satisfying and full
life. This is the story of my sexual adventures as
a boy, and as a man who has loved many boys.  I have
changed certain names and geographic references in
order to protect my privacy and that of others, but
I assure you that these memories are all 100% true.
This is my first story on Nifty, and I would like to
thank Bill for his suggestions and editing.

My sexual awakening came about when I was 9 years old,
way back in the early 1930s.  My teachers were the two
McIntyre boys, who lived behind us out in the country,
near a small town in South Georgia. Charles was 12 at
the time, and Jack was age 14. Both were sexually
active with each other and with other boys. Charles
was 5'3" in height, with cotton-top blonde hair, and
sky blue eyes. He always had a farmer tan, in that his
body was very white except for his arms and neck,
which were brown from the sun. He wasn't at all
muscular.  In fact, he sometimes seemed almost
sissy-like. Jack was 5'7"; a dirty-blonde with hazel
eyes, and he had a good bit more muscle to him than
Charles. I guess they weren't incredibly handsome, but
there's no way a boy-lover would have kicked either
one of them out of bed.

Most of the kids who grew up in the country, me
included, had uncut dicks, because most all of us were
born at home and not in a hospital back in those days.
When I first got to see Charles' and Jack's uncut
cocks get stiff, they stood up about 4-1/2 inches and
5-1/2 inches, respectively.

One day I was out in the woods and fields with Charles
setting rabbit boxes (simple traps), and he brought up
the subject of butt fucking (though we called  it
"corn-holing" back in those days). He suggested we try
it, and so we did.  We both stripped naked, and I got
to see what a boy just coming into puberty looks like
when he's excited.  His youthful erect penis was
fascinating, but when he tried to penetrate me, it
wasn't successful. I don't think his dick would stay
stiff enough to push into my super-tight little
boy-hole. Although he lubed me with his spit, and
pushed it repeatedly against my butt, he just couldn't
get it to go in.

Then it was my turn to corn-hole him with my totally
immature little uncut dick, about three inches long
and about as slender as a first-grader's pencil. He
rolled over on his stomach and let me climb on top to
enter him, with his beautiful ass sticking up, and
each mound of his butt spreading apart just enough so
I could get my dick in him. Since his brother Jack had
been fucking him on a regular basis, Charles' butt was
easy to get open, but I was only able to penetrate him
just a little bit because of my small size. He wiggled
his butt back to make my dick go in deeper, and that
added to my pleasure as I humped him. The feeling was
terrific!  I had never in my life felt anything to
equal it. I really got off big time with my first dry
orgasm.

Charles liked getting his ass fucked.  He said that
Jack had done it to him a lot of times, and it felt
good with Jack's bigger cock.  I guess he could barely
feel my skinny little 3-incher, so after I finished he
jacked off his sexy hairless dick by his own hand. I
was fascinated as I watched him stroke and then cum --
the first time I'd ever seeing a boy shoot his load of
spunk.

After that, sex was a regular part of our play
together.  It developed that Charles really got into
undressing me and running his hands all over my body
and playing with my cock and balls. I would just lie
there passively and let him do whatever he wanted.  He
said I had the most beautiful body he had ever seen,
and he loved to caress it.  Without asking me if he
could, he just started kissing and licking me all
over, even my butt (which he said was the prettiest
he'd ever seen!). Although he would kiss my balls and
around my dick, he would never suck my cock. He would
jack himself off as he played with my body. It seemed
to make him shoot a bigger load and produce a more
powerful orgasm for him to be fondling me while he did
it. I didn't mind at all to have him loving my body
like this, because it made me feel real good all over.


Eventually Jack got into the act too. The first time
it happened, Jack followed Charles and me down into
the woods, where we had built us kind of a fort (or at
least that was what we called it). Jack wanted to get
in on the fun, and he asked if he could corn-hole me.
I said ok, and he started undressing me. When he had
me lying there naked, face-down, he put some spit on
his finger and played around with my little pucker,
trying to get me to open up. He finally got me real
wet with his spit, and then he put more spit on his
dick and pushed his fat 5-1/2-inch dick against my
tight hole and told me to push out. I did as he said,
and his dick just popped into my ass. It hurt like
hell, and I yelled for him to take it out.  But he had
the head of his cock inside me, and he just kept it
there not moving it in farther, and certainly not
letting me pull it out, even though I was doing
everything I could to pull away from him. After a few
minutes, it didn't hurt too much, and he started
pushing it in deeper. At first it felt like he was
splitting me open. I soon felt his little bush of
pubic hair tickle my ass cheeks.  He was all the way
in!

He just lay there on top of me until it quit hurting
so bad. Then he started pulling back and moving in
with short strokes until I got used to his cock being
deep in me. Then he pulled back until just the head of
his cock was still in my ass, and he drove it back in
to the full length of his cock. Soon he was slamming
it into me and giving me a really hard fuck. While he
was doing this I kept feeling him hit something inside
of me that made me feel real good, and it got my
little 3-inch pecker hard as can be.  It was amazing
to start out with it hurting so bad, and ending up
getting such a good feeling. Jack kissed my neck and
kind of bit at my shoulders as he slammed his thick
teenage cock into my little-boy pussy.  He moaned and
yelled out as he reached his climax. He really did
pump my ass full of cum, because I had to go squat and
strain to get it to drain out after he finished with
me.

After Jack had opened me up, Charles was eager to fuck
me too.  All three of us played at this game many
times, and I got to where I really enjoyed letting
Jack hammer my butt with his hard thick dick. I'd push
back to meet his in-stroke, and he would hit my magic
button on just about every stroke.  Jack got a small
fruit jar and filled it with lard from his mother's
kitchen and hid it down in our fort. We used it to
lube our asses and cocks when we had a butt fucking
session, which we did quite often. With the lube, it
felt really good, and I liked it a lot.  I especially
loved Jack's big dick up my ass after he started using
the lube. We did it about three or four times a week
in the summer and maybe two or three times in a week
after school.

Usually Jack as the dominant member of our threesome.
He would first fuck me and then Charles would do it
second. I think this was because Jack would open me up
real good and it was easy for Charles to get it in
after Jack had finished. Usually there was such a
load of cum in me I was slick anyway. I fucked them both
too, and Jack sometimes fucked me, then I fucked him,
and after I finished up with him he'd fuck Charles
while I watched. Sometimes I would go to the fort with
only Charles, and these were the times he lavished
attention on my body like I described. Just before I
left for Birmingham I was able to cum and I DID fuck
Jack and Charles and shot my little load into both of
them. It pissed Jack off to have to strain to get the
cum to come out but he wanted to continue fucking me
so he let me also fuck him.

I should back up a bit and tell you that I had five
brothers in my family, and also my cousin living with
us.  The cousin's name was David and was exactly my
age.  We had shared a single bed since we were 5 years
old.  We often played with each other's cocks at night
after we went to bed. But it was risky to do because
all my brothers slept there in the same room, in two
other beds.  David and I had to be very quiet when we
felt each other's dicks because the younger brothers
might tell on us if they knew about it. I didn't have
any sex-play with my brothers.  My oldest brother was
4 years older and didn't want to have anything to do
with me.  (He was the only one of us that my father
actually cared about.)  My other brothers were much
younger and didn't interest me sexually, and in any
case I was afraid they would tell.

My cousin David would ask me why I spent so much time
with Charles, but I would always give him some cock
and bull story because I didn't want him involved. I
felt like it was my thing, not his. My cousin tried to
dominate me and would have if I had let him. I loved
him and fooled around with him in bed at night, but I
did not run in the same circles as he did, each of us
having different friends. David did not excite me
sexually the way Charles and Jack did, but if I had to
share my bed with someone, he was a good bed-mate.

I was 10 years old and in the 4th grade when my life
was torn to shreds.  My dad took up with another woman
and walked out on my mother, leaving her to feed and
look after six of her own children and my cousin.
Some of you might know how things were in the rural
South back in 1934, when this happened.  It was the
worst part of the Great Depression. My poor mother did
not know what to do since she had never worked outside
the home in her life. We were very poor, living in the
country with just a garden, some chickens, and a
single cow for milk. But there was no money to be had.
Most men were working for a dollar a day or less and
maybe five dollars a week if they could find work. I
have no idea where my dad and his woman ran off to,
but later in my life, when I was 15 years old, he and
my mother did get back together again.

It was decided that my mother's family would step in
and each would take one of Mother's children and my
cousin David. I was very fortunate to get to go live
with my mother's older brother who lived in
Birmingham, Alabama. He was 50 years old at that time.
I was 11 years old that May in 1935 when I had to go
off to live with this family I had only met one time
in my life. So I had to leave the only home I had ever
known.  I also had to leave Charles and Jack, just as
I was entering puberty and really enjoying our
sex-fun.

I was an early-bloomer and had my first wet orgasms
just about this time. I can still remember the first
time.  My cousin and I were jacking each other off in
bed, and when I started getting my climax feeling it
was so much more intense, and I felt like my whole
insides were being shot out of my dick. I shot all
over my cousin David's hand and he laughed at me as he
rubbed his hand in my face. Best of all, though, I was
able to shoot my little load of cum into both Charles
and Jack before I left Georgia to go to Birmingham.

My uncle and his wife had no children and I went from
a home with seven children to one where I was an only
child. Try to picture the stereotype of a country boy
of barely 11 years coming to the city for the first
time.  I was wearing the first store-bought short
pants ever in my life, but my shirt was made from
flour sacking, I had no shoes, and long reddish brown
hair was hanging over my deep blue eyes. I was small
and was very tan from being in the sun a great deal.
I'm sure I looked like "country come to town" when I
stepped off that train in Birmingham. And yes, it was
the first time I had ever ridden a train also.

These wonderful people were great to me. I called my
aunt "Sandy" and my uncle "Bro Bill" like they told me
to call them. My Uncle and I hit it off immediately,
kidding with each other and talking about all sorts of
things.  I was so happy about the love I was receiving
from him, because I had always been starved for
affection in my family.  My dad never spoke to me in
any way unless it was to make me do something, and
otherwise he acted like I didn't even exist. Although
my aunt wasn't really the loving kind, she was kind to
me.

I had finished the fourth grade back home, but when I
enrolled in school in Birmingham they wanted to make
me repeat that grade. I didn't know my fractions and
was very far behind on some other things that fifth
graders were expected to know. I had come from a
country school in Georgia with only three rooms for
seven grades. My fourth grade teacher had never been
to college, and I doubt she knew how to teach math. My
new school decided to get me a tutor to see if I could
catch on to the work and after four weeks with Miss
Adams working with me all day long, I was allowed to
continue in the fifth grade.

It was during this year that a beautiful little blonde
boy named Walter came into my life. He lived across
the street from us and was 8 years old and just about
four and a half feet tall.  I can still picture him in
my mind - curly hair and the most beautiful face and
smile anyone could have.  I fell for him the first
time I met him. We played together all the time, and
since my Aunt and Uncle both worked, I was home after
school by myself every afternoon until about 6
o'clock. Walter would come over to my house and we'd
play in the back yard where I had fixed up an old shed
that was attached behind the garage as a sort of club
house. I fixed up some old wooden boxes as a sort of
bed attaching them to the back wall. We'd play there
or in my room where I had my things. One day I had on
a pair of overalls and we were sitting on the floor in
my room side-by-side playing with some toy trucks my
uncle had bought for me. The gap side of my overalls
kind of popped open and Walter shoved his hand down
the side of my overalls and grabbed my dick and
started playing with it. I was overjoyed at this, and
I started playing with his little 3-inch cut dick. He
next unbuttoned my overalls and pulled them down from
my body, and then he pulled down my boxers and really
started going up and down on my 4-inch dick with his
hand.  I just laid back and was enjoying it, and then
I felt something incredibly warm and wet on my dick.
I looked down, and Walter was sucking my erection!
This was the first time my cock had ever been in
someone's mouth.

Walter would not quit sucking me until I shot my cum
in his mouth, and to my surprise he swallowed it all.
He told me he had been doing that for a long time,
with one of his uncles who was only 17 years old.
Well, this started an every-afternoon thing with
Walter and me, and it went on for over 4 years.

Walter was such a beautiful boy, with very blonde
hair, flawless fair skin, and a smile that would drive
you nuts. He had full, soft lips, and his kisses were
just out of this world.  And he was all mine!  Walter
loved me very much, and he often told me so. His cock
was not too big at first, but during the four years we
were together it grew to a nice hairless four-inch
beauty, and he was just beginning to shoot a little
cum when I had to leave Birmingham. Our favorite
activity was to strip naked and get in the 69
position, with Walter on top and my dick buried in his
throat. He would keep it there going up and down on me
until I shot my load down his gullet. I would often
reach up with my mouth and take his little balls in my
mouth and using my lips I would kind of shoot them out
of my lips with just enough pressure to make him groan
and sort of jump. As his dick grew he finally was able
to hit the back of my throat with his cock head, and
when he could finally shoot his load it was just
enough to get a good taste. What a wonderful boy he
was. He was really too beautiful to be a boy. He
should have been a Greek god.

After I'd been in Birmingham for about a year, when I
was 12 years old, I joined the Boy Scouts.  What an
incredible impact this was to have on my life! By that
time I was well into my growth spurt, well over five
feet nine inches tall, and had pubic hair and a
five-inch cock. By the time I was 13, I was already 6
feet tall and my cock looked like a grown man's.  It
was almost five inches when soft, and very thick.

I took to Scouting like a fish takes to water. My
scoutmaster was also my Sunday school teacher at the
church we went to. Our church sponsored the scout
troop. We went camping every month, rain or shine,
cold or hot. My scoutmaster's name was Pete. He said,
"The only way you can learn to cope with the outdoors
is live in it in all kinds of weather."

This was in 1936, and back then we hiked to our camp
sites usually over Shades Mountain, through Cooper's
Dairy Farm, and down to the Cahaba River where we had
a great swimming hole about 10 feet deep. There was a
rope swing high up in a tree that you could swing out
on and either drop or dive into the deep part of the
river. Of course, we all skinny-dipped since it was
way back in the boonies and no one would ever see us.
Now at 12, I was at least 5'9" tall and a
near-adult-size cock. As we ran around naked with our
cocks flopping, our scoutmaster looked us all over
pretty well. On my first camp-out he told me to bunk
in with him in his tent that night, and after that I
was always his tent-mate.

That first night, when we got in the tent to go to
bed, he said it was too hot to get under blankets.  So
we just lay there on top of our bedding in our
underwear until it cooled off some. He reached over
and pulled me over close to him and started massaging
my shoulders, and then started going down my chest and
stomach, and finally to my genitals. By this time I
was as hard as a rock. He then kissed my lips and
neck, back to my ears, and down my chest and stomach
around my balls and the pubic area just above my cock.
 And then he took my rock-hard dick into his mouth and
started sucking it. He brought me to an incredible
orgasm before he stopped sucking me. I was both
excited and scared, but I was also smart enough to
know what was going on.  So I just reached over,
grabbed his eight inch erection which was standing
straight up, and started jacking him off. Man; what a
cock he had! It was thick and very hard but felt like
velvet to the touch. He moaned and seemed to be
enjoying it, and then he said, "Why don't you suck
it." I had never sucked anyone's but Walter's, and his
was a little-boy's cock. And here Pete -- a grown man
of 24 or 25 -- wanted me to suck his thick 8-inch
uncut cock. I didn't know if I wanted to or not, but I
liked Pete, and he made me feel grown up. So I went
down on him and did the best job I could, even though
it was so big it was hard for me to get very much of
it in my mouth at that time.  But he praised me for it
and told me we would get to do it many times more
during our time in the Scouts.

From then on, after going to bed we went right to a
naked 69 position, with me on top and Pete's big cock
down my throat, and my five inches buried in his
throat.  We got each other off sometimes as much as
three or four times in a night. I loved the taste of
Pete's cock and remember that it was actually kind of
sweet.  He'd cum in a big load, and it was hard to get
it all swallowed without leaking some. We learned to
pace each other so we'd get off about the same time
and then we'd pull off and lie down next to each other
and kiss and swap part of the cum with each other.

Truly I loved this man more than anyone I had ever
known, and he also loved me. He was so thoughtful and
he was always either getting me something or doing
something for me. He taught me all about the
out-of-doors and how to mount insects, making
butterfly mounts out of cigar boxes. He taught me to
recognize every tree in the forest by its name. I
learned how to lay a fire and which kind of wood was
best for a cooking fire, and which was best for a
warming fire. I learned to make a reflecting fire that
would throw heat into our tent on cold camp outs. My
aunt thought that Pete was the best thing that ever
happened to me, and I had to agree with her because I
truly loved him.

Pete went to work early in the morning, working for a
big cotton mill in their Standards Department, and he
got off about 4:00 in the afternoon and rode the bus
home every day. He lived in my block just three houses
up the street from me, and every day I would meet his
bus.  When he got off, I would give him a big hug and
walk him home. His wife worked as an office girl for a
doctor in downtown Birmingham and never got home until
well after 6:00. I often had to dodge Walter to be
with Pete, but really it was more exciting to 69 with
Pete than with Walter, although I loved them both.
Sometimes I would 69 with Walter and then tell him I
had to meet Pete's bus at four fifteen and go over
some scout things with him.  Then Pete and I would 69
at his house. Pete didn't work on Saturdays, so many
times just the two of us would leave Friday after he
got off work and hike over on Shades Mountain which
was about three miles from our house and camp at a big
spring we knew about. We'd get in our tent and have
sex several times during the afternoon and that night.
We'd cook our supper and breakfast and make a sandwich
or hot dogs for lunch on Saturday, and then after one
more sucking session we'd hike back home on Saturday
afternoon. He had to get ready to teach Sunday school
on Sunday morning.

Sometimes on Sunday afternoon after Church and the
noon meal, he'd call me and ask if I'd like to take a
hike over on Shades Mountain, and of course I always
wanted to go with him because I knew we'd find a place
to have sex. My aunt always wanted me to be with him
too, because he was known as a fine young married man.
From 1936 until the summer of 1939, Pete and I had sex
most every day and on many weekends we camped out and
had sex several times during our camp-out. Every summer
we spent a week at Double Oaks Scout Camp, a camp in
the mountains that was owned by the Boy Scout Council.
Pete always got one of his vacation weeks off to take
the troop to summer camp. In every troop area there
was a smaller cabin just for the scoutmasters. It was
just big enough to have room for three bunks. Pete
always had me bunk in with him to help him keep up
with all the younger scouts. So we'd move out one of
the bunks and use the space for storage of our things.


After lights out at night we'd have us some real good
times sucking each other, and it was here that Pete
first butt-fucked me. I know he had planned it out
because he came with a tube of KY, and I'd never seen
it before this summer camp. I had not been butt fucked
since Jack McIntyre had done it back when I was 10
years old and especially not with a dick as large as
Pete had. This was the summer of 1937, and I was 13
years old. He had me come over to his bed, and he held
me in his arms and kissed me and loved me, and then
asked me if I wanted to try it. Of course, if Pete
asked me if I want my head cut off I would have said
"sure, if you want to do it". He played around with my
back door pucker, and he first pushed in his finger
and wallowed it around in my ass until it got kind of
soft and felt open. He then went with two fingers then
three, and I just seemed to open up like it was meant
to be. He used a lot of lube in my ass and then
slicked up his eight-inch pole real slick, and he had
me lay on my back so I could look up at him. He pushed
my legs back to my shoulders to expose my hole to his
proud pole. He leaned down and kissed me with a deep
searching tongue as he eased the head of his slick
pole in to my hole. I was surprised because it did not
hurt like it had done when Jack McIntyre had first
done it to me back in 1934. Pete took it real slow and
easy until he bottomed out in me and then he started
pulling out and pushing back in, and I got the most
wonderful feeling I had ever known while having sex
this way.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me,
as he would shove his dick into me. It didn't take
long for me to shoot the biggest load I have ever
shot, and the first shot hit me in the mouth and the
rest shot between our bodies. Just as I shot my load,
Pete also let his fly into my bottom. He really did
fill me up to overflowing. I had to go to the latrine
and sit on the pot and strain to let it all drain out
of my backside. Thereafter, we added this to our
lovemaking repertoire. I also got to fuck him, but I
really enjoyed it more when he fucked me. I learned
just what to do to make him feel good as I fucked him
or he fucked me. Most of the time, whichever one of us
was on bottom would shoot his load just as the one
doing the fucking came to a climax and had an orgasm.
We got so used to each other that we just knew when it
was time to let it go to climax. These were the
happiest time of my entire life. I had the man I loved
more than anyone else in the world and I know he felt
the same way about me. I should have known it would
not last, because it seemed I was TOO happy.  And sure
enough it didn't.

My mother and daddy got back together in the spring of
1939 and were now living in rural Florida, and she
wanted to get her children back home again. I was
really crushed because I was so in love with Pete. I
didn't want to go live with a man I despised... a man
who walked out on me when I was young and had never
noticed me anyway. I knew he didn't give a damn about
me, and truthfully I don't think he really wanted me
back.  But my aunt and uncle felt that it was best for
me that I go back and live with my parents.

Can you imagine going from a large city to live in a
small farming town in South Florida?  It was as much
of a culture shock as moving from the country to the
city had been.  And after having my own bedroom in a
nice middle-class home, I went to living in an
over-crowded shack.  I shared a single bed with my
youngest brother, who was 6 years old.  On a pallet on
the floor next to my bed was my 8-year-old brother. My
14-year-old brother and my 12-year-old brother slept
in a double bed in a small room that was just big
enough for the bed and a passageway to walk through.
Mother and Dad had a Murphy bed in the front room,
which also served as the sitting room during the day.
My cousin was no longer with us, and my older brother
was 19 and had a job in Georgia.

I was crushed leaving a wonderful middle class home in
Birmingham, and the man I worshipped, to go live in
this dump. I was the oldest kid at home, but that
didn't do anything for me. By now, at age 15, I was 6'
3" tall and weighed 185 pounds. I was fast as a deer,
and I went out for high school football. To my
surprise I was quite good at it. I made the varsity
team as a freshman (9th grader) and set the rushing
record for a running back at that school my freshman
year. But more important than that, I met a very
special boy who lived down the street from us. His
name was CG.

CG was only 8 years old, and before long he worshipped
me. We lived on the south shore of Lake Okoalofkee,
and this boy and I would go across some woods and
skinny dip in the lake. In those days the lake was
much cleaner than it is now, and we often drank right
from the lake. CG and I were like Mutt and Jeff, me
being a tall 15-year-old and him only 8. But we didn't
care, because we loved each other. This started a
sexual affair the lasted off and on for 12 years
between us.

 I will always remember the first time with CG.  We
were swimming in the lake, and CG dove between my legs
and grabbed my dick as he swam through my legs.  Then
I did the same thing to him, brushing against his
skinny little legs. And then, to my surprise, he
ducked under water and took my cock in his mouth.
When he came up for air, I told him we should find a
place on shore so we could really have fun together.
We sucked each other off that day, and it continued
almost every day until I was grown. (Of course I
didn't get to be with him while I was in the Army
during World War II for three years, and I was only
home some of the time during my college years.) As an
8-year-old, CG was just a small beautiful little
golden-blonde, with peaches and cream skin and deep
brown eyes.  He was so beautiful. His hair had a
reddish tint to it that looked like gold. His little
circumcised cock was about 2-1/2 inches long but would
get real hard. His little cocklet, with its exposed
purple head, was very beautiful - just like the rest
of him. After I jacked him to his first dry orgasm, he
always looked forward to me getting him off. He
learned to take my 7-inch cock all the way down his
throat, and would go up and down with his head until I
shot my load down his throat and into his gullet.  I
watched CG's dick develop from the immature 2-1/2
inches until at 19 he had a cock that was over 7
inches long and very thick.  I had no trouble sucking
CG after he had grown, since I had learned to take
Pete's thick 8-inch cock down my throat before I had
gone back to live with my parents.

Oddly enough, my father never did pay much attention
to me, even after I grew to be as big as I was, and I
pretty well did as I wanted to and went when and where
I wanted to go. That is one reason I spent so much
time with CG. My parents never knew where I was most
of the time.  After I had made such a name for my self
playing football my father would brag about it to
other men when they came around because it made him
look good, but I didn't give a damn because I knew he
didn't give a damn about me anyway.

In 1939 my father bought a new Chevrolet car but he
would not let anyone drive it but himself. Other boys
in the school would get their father's car to go on
dates. If I ever dated, I had to arrange to double
date with one of my friends who could get his fathers
car. I didn't date much because I loved CG more than
any girl I knew, and I would rather be with him than
any girl in the school. School was easy for me and I
was always on the honor roll. I think this was because
back when I lived in Birmingham, Pete expected me to
make the best grades and I did it for him. After I
moved to Florida I still made good grades out of
habit.

I played several sports: football, basketball,
baseball, and track. My biggest cheering section
beside my younger brothers was CG.  He never missed a
football game and he was always there at track meets
and other sports. After the game I would find CG and
we would do something together. Usually this ended up
with us having sex together before either of us would
go home.  When I graduated from high school I was 19
and CG was 12, and he was still the beautiful golden
blonde brown-eyed boy I loved so much. Three days
after I graduated from high school I had to go into
the Army. I spent the night with CG, and he cried the
whole night before I left. Let me explain CG's house.
It was huge and his room was way off the back of the
house and had built in bunk beds. He loved to work on
radios and build them from scratch. He had a work
bench all the way across the back of his room and a
set of windows that looked out over one of his dad's
farm fields. I loved spending the night with him, and
his mother and dad loved me and were happy that I was
CG's friend. It was almost like he knew we would not
see each other for a long time, and he was right,
because I was gone for 3 years - most of it spent
overseas fighting the Japanese.

I had been wounded in action on May 13th 1945 on Luzon
and was in the hospital when the atomic bombs were
dropped on Japan. I was sent back to the states and
stationed in the hospital at Fort Bragg, North
Carolina from October of 1945 until March of 1946 when
I was discharged. I would get a month-long furlough
and go home, then I had to go back to the hospital for
another physical and then they'd give me another
furlough for a month. During these times CG and I were
always together either at his house or at mine. While
I was gone to war my parents bought a new house in a
better part of the town and it had several bedrooms so
when I came back I was allowed to use one of the
bedrooms for my own. My room had twin beds in it and
CG would spend the night with me and sometimes I would
spend the night with him. When he spent the night with
me, we just used one of the twin beds in my room. He
was an only child and his parents were prosperous
farmers and very well off money-wise. His dad liked me
a lot and was proud of my school sports and also my
Army record. I had been awarded the Silver Star and
also a Bronze Star with V device and of course I got a
Purple Heart for getting wounded. CG's father thought
I was some kind of hero and really he thought more of
me than my own father did.

The last time CG sucked me off was the night before I
got married. I was 26 years old and he was 19 years
old and he was crying all that night, just like before
I left for the Army. He had asked if he could spend
the night with me, as it would be the last time we'd
be together for a long time. It worked out well
because he was in my wedding as an attendant. After we
went to bed he came over to my bed and crawled into my
arms and buried his head into my chest and his tears
wet my chest as he cried. I lifted his head and kissed
him on those beautiful full lips and buried my tongue
in his mouth and he returned my kiss. I stripped his
boxers off of him and buried his 7-inch cock into my
throat and he moved around into a 69 position and
gobbled down my almost-7-nch dick. We soon had each
other moaning with pleasure and all too soon we were
shooting our loads down each other's throats. We just
lay there in each other's arms the rest of the night
knowing it would be the last time for us to be
together. CG later married, and he and his wife had
four children - all boys. He took over his father's
farming operation, and before he died of a heart
attack in 1999 he was a very rich man.

After I left the Army, I enrolled at the University of
Florida and got my BS degree and a Masters Degree
there. While I was a student at the University I
became a Scoutmaster for the troop at my church, and I
organized my troop just like Pete had done with our
troop back in Birmingham. (Oh; I didn't tell you I
became an Eagle Scout before I was 17 years old?) I
would look at all those cute little 11- and
12-year-old boys and almost cream in my jeans.  During
our first campout I settled on a boy named Terry, who
was fairly well developed. He was almost 12 years old
and beautiful. He was close to 5'5" in height and
weighted about 110 pounds. His hair was light brown
and he had green eyes and beautiful dimples in his
cheeks. His lips were full and soft.  He had a fair
sized circumcised cock, a little over four inches long
with just the beginning of pubic hair.

Terry became my tent mate, and that first night I
seduced him in blatant imitation of what Pete had done
that first time with me. After we went to bed, we lay
on top of our sleeping bags in our underwear because
it was a very warm night. I reached over and pulled
him over to me and started rubbing his shoulders and
then down his chest and stomach until I was letting my
hands glide across just above his cock. Each time my
fingers slid over his pubic area, he would give a
little inhale and suck in his breath.  I knew he was
as hard as a rock.  Then I started kissing him on the
cheek, and then his lips, and back to his ears and
down his neck.  My mouth when down to his little
nipples, and when my tongue teased the little nubs he
would suck in air.  Then I let my lips drop on down to
kiss his little belly button, and then kissed farther
down to his pubic area until my face was right against
his stiff cock.  But I went around it to his balls and
took them in my mouth and let each one kind of pop out
of my lips with a little squeeze. He sucked in a
breath at this also, and I then let my tongue slide up
the underside of his pole until I got to the smooth
head, and then I buried it to the bottom in my mouth.
I sucked him up and down for a few minutes and he
reached over and began pushing down my boxers so he
could get to my dick. He was soon taking it into his
mouth and doing a fairly decent job of sucking me as I
sucked him.  It didn't take long before we both shot
our loads into each other's mouth, with Terry shooting
a surprisingly big load.

After this he always wanted to have sex with me, and
soon I was introducing him to butt fucking, which he
loved. Most of the time he wanted to be the bottom,
and I really liked that, although I also enjoyed it
when he fucked me a number of times. The first time I
fucked Terry was on a week-long summer camp. I took a
tube of KY in my toilet kit and that night when he
came over to my bed I slipped my finger in the crack
of his ass and rubbed his little pucker. He sighed and
I kissed down his chest and stomach and sucked his
balls.  Then I lifted his legs and kissed the perineum
until I had my tongue in his crack and started
tonguing his little pucker. I tongue-fucked him until
I got him so hot he was wiggling so much that he
couldn't stay still. I then put some KY on my finger
and slid it up into his back door. He sort of sucked
in air when I first slipped my finger in but he soon
was sliding down to meet my inward push. I then moved
in with two fingers and slid them around getting his
hole to relax and open all the way. When I told him I
wanted to fuck him, he said "yeah; go ahead." I
slicked KY all over my dick, put a large glob in his
love tunnel, and then eased the head of my cock into
his opening. He took it like he had been doing it all
his life.  He said it didn't hurt, and so I fed my
whole cock to him and started fucking him with long
sliding strokes.  He loved it!  With things going so
well, I was surprised that he orgasmed as I was
fucking him.  He had shot his load between us, most of
it up against my chest.  And as his cock was shooting
cum, he tightened down on my dick so hard it made me
go over the edge, and I filled his bottom with a big
load. He chuckled and said "That was great! Can we do
it some more?" So we did it again before we got up the
next morning.

I started with Terry when he was almost 12 years old,
and he stayed in the troop with me until he was 16
years old, but then his family moved away.  We did
just about everything two lovers could do with each
other during this time together. He loved it and fell
head-over-heals in love with me. He loved being on the
bottom of our fuck-sessions, and would ask me to fuck
him every time we went camping. I had to be very
careful because I had to please my wife and also be
sure there was no suspicion about this young scout and
me.

I was scoutmaster in that troop for over 15 years, and
I've lost count of the number of boys I played around
with sexually during that time frame.  In all that
time I always had some young boy as my sexual
playmate.  With some we just jacked off and sucked
each other, but several I fucked.

I had a system in picking each boy. I practiced
"serial monogamy with my boys, never touching any
other boy during the time one was my tent mate.
Whenever I felt the urge to be with my boy, I would
find an excuse to go on a recon over-night with him,
saying I had to check out the area before I took the
Troop on the scheduled campout. I did this just so we
could be alone and have some hot sex together. When we
would go off together like this, it gave us the
freedom to have sex in more ways and do it many more
times, because I didn't have the Troop to look after.
Every boy I picked to be my playmate not only learned
to love our sex but also fell in love with me, and I
also loved him. Most of them went on to get married
and have families. Many of them still call me when
they are in town and sometimes they tell me they still
love me very much. Most of those boys are now in their
mid-60s and are retiring or have retired from their
work. Three of them, to my knowledge, are Scoutmasters
and are running their troops just like Pete and I ran
our troops. I wouldn't be surprised if they are also
boy-lovers and have a special boy as their tent mate.

After my own sons got old enough to be scouts, I had
to pull back on my boy-loving and spend more time with
my own kids. We moved to South Carolina, and I became
a teacher at a private school in a small town in South
Carolina. Since I was a teacher, my children got to go
to the school free. During this time-frame of some 10
years, I was able to have relationships with six
different boys. One of them, a boy named Brad, I
especially loved and still do. He was a very smooth
dark skinned boy with jet-black hair and deep brown
eyes. He was really beautiful. He was only 8 years old
the first time we had sex, but he gave me the best
blowjob I ever had. And he was also the last boy I
ever had sex with, when he was 15 and I was 71 years
old. It all started with neither of us feeling like
this would happen, until the situation came about for
us to do it.

Brad's mother was a slut, and he had no dad. She did
not look after him at all. In fact she liked to dump
him off on anyone who would let her do it. He was a
friend of my youngest son and they played on the same
Little League team. I would pick him up and take him
to his games and practices.  His ma would go off with
some dude, and Brad wouldn't know where she was.
Sometimes she'd be gone for several days at the time,
and he began staying at our house more and more. One
time my wife took our kids to Florida to visit her
parents, and Brad was there at our house. I could not
leave because I had some school duties to look after.
My family was going to be gone for a week, and Brad
and I were there at the house together. I got us fed,
and we took our showers and sat around in our boxers,
and then went to bed. I had not been in bed long
before Brad came into my room and said, "Can I sleep
with you?  I am so lonely."    I just lifted the
covers and he slid into bed with me.  He snuggled into
me, pushing his beautiful little bottom into my groin.

I started getting hard right away, and he reached back
and grabbed my dick.  He said something like "What is
that? A flashlight?"  Well, that started it. I kissed
him on the cheek, but he turned his head to make his
lips come in contact with my lips.  And then he really
put a kissing on me with a full open mouth.  He kissed
around to my ears and then kissed down my chest and
stomach, opened my boxers, and licked the head of my
cock.  Then he took it into his mouth and started
sucking it. I was a little taken aback at first, but I
asked him if he knew what he was doing.  He told me he
had wanted to love me for a long time, and would I
please love him back. This boy was 8 years old, and
already knew about oral sex.  He wanted to do anything
I wanted to do with him. He said "Please just love
me!"

Brad took my dick down his throat and I didn't think a
boy that small could do it.  But he did, and he really
gave me one of the best blowjobs I'd had in a long
time. Brad loved it when I would cum in his mouth.  He
told me he loved to taste me that way. During the next
7 years, Brad and I spent a lot of time together and
we sucked and fucked each other every time we could
get together. His mother didn't keep up with him, and
he would always come to our house if she were gone off
somewhere. As Brad grew, he got more handsome each
year. He also developed a cock that grew to a large 7
inches by the time he was 15 years old. Truly Brad was
more beautiful than many of the present-day movie
stars. He grew to be 6 feet tall and weigh in at about
190 pounds, with a well-developed body.

One time when Brad was 10 years old that I remember so
fondly was when I had to make a trip to Atlanta for a
refresher course for school. I was to be gone for two
weeks and so my wife took our kids down to Florida to
visit her parents while I was to be gone. Brad's
mother took this time to leave on one of her extended
trips away with some man, and she left Brad all alone
with no money and not much at their house for him to
eat. My wife had not been gone long, and I was to
leave soon for Atlanta.  Just as I got loaded up to
leave, Brad came up and said "Pops; what are you
doing?" I told him I had to go to Atlanta to attend a
refresher course for school, and he told me he was all
alone. I couldn't just leave that wonderful little boy
there all alone with no way to eat and no one to look
after him, so I said "Come on, Brad; you'll have to go
with me. We went by his mobile home and left a note
for his mother, telling her that during her absence he
had come to stay at our house, and so we just took him
with us when we had to go out of town. We then drove
on to Atlanta, and I checked into a downtown motel
near where the course was to be taught. I told Brad
he'd have to sleep-in until noon every day and stay in
the room while I was gone. The course finished up at
noon each day and the rest of the day was spent going
to some of the attractions around Atlanta. I took Brad
to the Six Flags Over Georgia amusement park and to a
Braves baseball game and several other things while we
were in Atlanta. Each night, we had plenty of hot sex
with each other. That first night when we reached
Atlanta, we went down and went swimming in the motel
swimming pool, then took showers and went out to eat.

When we got back, we undressed and lay down in the
bed, and soon Brad had his hands in my skivvies. I
pulled off his boxers and his little circumcised cock
was standing up almost 4 inches tall and ready for
action. He started in to suck my boner, and was well
on his way to getting me off when he pulled off and
said "Pops; please fuck me." I had some hand lotion in
my dock kit, so I took it out and used it to slick him
up and open him up with my fingers. When I had him
ready, I took a squirt of lotion in my hand and slid
it all over my cock.  Then I pushed his legs back to
his shoulders, opening his little-boy hole up for easy
entry.  He put his legs on my shoulders and said "Fuck
me good, Pops!" I eased my cock head into his soft
pucker and pushed it in just enough to get the head
in, then stopped to let him get used to it. He soon
told me to go ahead and slide it all the way in. I was
soon bottomed out, with my pubic hair tickling his
nuts. I started out with short strokes until he said
"Fuck me hard, Pops!"  So I started pumping him with
all I had. He was lifting his little bottom up to meet
my every down stroke as I slammed my big cock into his
tight little boy-pussy. His hard four-inch cock was
bobbing every time I slammed into him and he rose up
to meet my downward push. He was grunting and sucking
in his breath on very stroke until he locked his legs
around my body and yelled "Pops; I'm cumming!" And he
shot a load onto his and my chest.  When I felt his
ring tighten up on my cock, it brought me to a climax,
and I let loose a load in his little bottom like I
hadn't let loose in a long time. We just lay there
with my hard cock still buried in his love chute. I
rolled over and kept my cock in his bottom until he
was sitting on me. He leaned down and kissed me with
one of the most precious kisses that I had ever
received. He said "I love you, Pops, so much! It seems
you are the only one who has ever loved me, and I wish
I could be with you forever."

When my course was over, we went back home and a day
or two later my family came back to town. I talked to
my wife and asked if she thought it would be possible
to adopt Brad. Well, to tell you the truth, she would
have nothing to do with it. She said we had enough
kids of our own without taking in every little waif
who came along. Brad was soon taken by Children and
Family Services and removed from his mother. I always
will believe it was my wife who tipped them off about
Brad's condition. I got to be with Brad one more time
when he was 15 years old. He had been allowed to go
visit his mother and he ran over to our house.  It
just so happened that my family were all gone for
several days, and Brad and I were able to spend about
3 hours together before he had to go back to his
social worker to leave again. He said. "Pops please
make love with me one more time before I have to go
back."  I took him in my arms and held him in a tight
hug, kissing him repeatedly as I started undressing
him. He also was undressing me, and soon we stood
completely naked. I led him to my bedroom and we lay
on my bed, and I just held him in my arms in a tight
embrace until he kissed me in a deep open mouth kiss.
He then kissed my cheek and around to my ear and then
down my chest and stomach and down until he had my big
balls in his mouth. He squeezed each ball slightly
until I was almost going crazy with the pleasure he
was giving me. He then kissed up the underside of my
7-inch cock and licked the now-flowing pre-cum from my
cock. He then bottomed out, taking every bit of my
cock all the way down his gullet, until my pubic bush
was tickling his nose. I then did a cartwheel, moving
my feet up to his head and taking his cock into my
mouth. I buried it into my throat. We kept up this
naked 69 until both of us had cum large loads into
each other's mouth.

We then lay side-by-side hugging and loving each other
until we both got hard again. Brad looked me in my eye
as he leaned in to kiss me and said, "Pops; please
fuck me one more time." I got up and went to the
bathroom and got the KY from the cabinet and walked
back to the bed. I then started kissing Brad and
finally got down to his balls. I sucked and mouthed
his ball sack and each marble-sized nut, and then
kissed down his perineum until I reached his beautiful
well-formed ass. I pushed it open as I kissed down
into the crack and finally was able to get my tongue
on his cute little pink pucker. As my tongue licked
and pushed at his little pucker, he sucked in air and
wiggled all over the place. I tongue-fucked him, and
he was so hot he said, "Pops you'd better go ahead
before I cum again."

I then took some KY and eased a finger into his love
chute and started moving my finger around and as deep
as my long finger would go in. I could feel him
opening up and I put in two fingers and then three
fingers and he was completely relaxed and open. I then
put a large blob of KY in his love tunnel and slicked
my cock up with KY and slipped the head of my
rock-hard cock into his boy pussy. He sighed as I
slowly pushed in until I was completely bottomed out
in his hot little hole. I then started slowly stroking
him, first with short strokes, and then long but slow
strokes. He said, "Fuck me hard Pops," and I started
slamming my thick cock into him as hard as I could. He
purred like an over-grown cat, he was in so much
pleasure. On every down stroke my balls would slap
against his beautiful butt cheeks with a loud slapping
noise. I was really giving him a hard fuck, and he was
enjoying every bit of it. Since we had already sucked
each other off earlier, this fucking session went a
lot longer before we climaxed. I could feel my balls
start to draw up to my body in the first stage of an
eruption, and then Brad screamed out in a loud voice,
saying "Pops I'm cummmmmmmming!" I could feel his butt
ring tighten on my hard cock, and I couldn't hold it
any longer.  My whole insides seemed to erupt into his
tight teenage ass with the largest load I had shot in
a long time. We turned onto our sides with my dick
still inside him, and we just held each other and both
seemed to take a little nap. When we came back down to
earth he said, "Pops I have to meet my social worker
in 15 minutes, and then I will have to go." I kissed
him deeply and told him I loved him and wished we
could be together forever, but we both knew that would
never happen. That was the last time I saw Brad again.
Of course he is now a grown man, but I don't know
where he lives. I guess that is for the best.

I am now 82 years old and still a boy-lover at heart.
But I have no boys to love, so I read stories on Nifty
Archive and sometimes drift into an erotic dream world
just thinking about it. I miss very much having a boy
to love, but it is hard for an old dude to attract
young boys at this age. So I guess all I have left is
dreaming about all the beautiful boys I have known and
loved through all these years. Life has been wonderful
for me, and I will live out the rest of my days loving
boys.

The End
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