Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 17:12:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Sailor Boys   part 1

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    Young Sailor Boys, Part 1


    My time at the naval academy for boys remembered fondly. (mm-teens, Mm,
mmm, oral, anal)



    My dick grew semi-hard even before we got out of the car.

    I knew I wanted to attend the Newport Naval Academy for Boys even
before my father set the DeSoto's parking brake. Beyond the car window,
about twenty feet away, three good-looking boys stood talking.  Their tight
white uniforms hugged their lithe teenage bodies rather provocatively. My
parents insisted on a military type school. I was on my way to becoming a
little punk and strict school discipline would "straighten" me out. Well,
the "out" part was right. If they only knew how un-straight that school
would make me!

    I was fourteen. It was 1959. Just before the storm that was the sixties
decade. It was the year of the Barbi doll, but my dolls were named Bobby
and Peter and Billy. The DeSoto had a front grill dripping with chrome and
rear fins soaring like a jet-plane. The car was ugly as hell. Nineteen
fifty-nine was before the pill, before the war, before you could pick
rubbers off the shelf. Sex was supposed to be locked up inside
marriage. Clergy and doctors and teachers told young boys that jerking off
was unhealthy. Girls were "pure" and saved themselves for
marriage. "Sanitary napkins" were hidden behind the counter. AIDS?
Unknown. Sex toys? What? The sluggish, silent 50s—people didn't talk
about sex openly, casually. Anal sex, lesbians, the kinkier stuff was only
whispered. In my upper middle class environment such things, if even
mentioned, were the practice of "perverts," though the hypocrisy in that
stand was probably more than I realized
 at the time. And just because of that dishonesty we youngsters had a lot
of fun. It was a perfect time to be a teenager. Children and teens were
supposed to be 'innocent' and ignorant and under that false assumption we
could enjoy ourselves in our own space without much interfering suspicion.

    It was the uniform that got me. Could it be that some old queen with a
hard thing for chicken designed it? The boy closest to me had the nicest
ass on any kid I'd seen in the last year. And the other two—well, let me
tell you, there wasn't any other place a boy could put his stuff in those
slim naval bell bottoms except down one leg or the other. The popular
choice was the left.

    I loved ships and sailing and I loved boys. Everywhere I looked on that
sunny spring day I saw trim, tanned, healthy, attractive, physically
desirable boys my age. I was certain no other school we had visited
contained so many gorgeous boys. I wanted one of those white uniforms
immediately so I could walk around with my stuff on display, or else show
off in the gym shorts or the jeans I saw, which were just as revealing.

    The campus was spacious, with wide lawns around classical buildings set
on a gentle slope down toward the sparkling bay. It was a magical day with
the smell of spring flowers in the salt air, the warm gentle sea breeze
increasing the erotic charge in me. If only my parents knew how happy they
were about to make me!

    The boy who was our guide was seventeen, a junior with a handsome face,
black hair and blue eyes, about 5'9" and 150 lean beautiful pounds.

       "Hello, Glen" he said to me in a firm voice and steady gaze, "my
name is William McBain. William Franklin McBain. For today you can call me
Billy."

    Oh, yes Billy, I will, I most certainly will!

    Every time he took a step his butt cheeks would roll in a provocative
manner. I think he knew immediately I was interested in what he had between
his legs since he caught me glancing there a few times, and smiled. He took
us in hand and showed us around. Once or twice when my parents weren't
looking he smoothed out the front of his uniform, lightly passing his palm
over his crotch and strong thighs. His teenage sexuality was blatant and I
think made my parents a little uneasy. And as we toured further I couldn't
keep my eyes off so many firm, rounded tight asses and bulging cocks
stuffed snugly into the regulation attire. I was overjoyed, not as my
parents thought, by the prospect of a military style education, but by the
prospect of spending so many cold nights between the warm thighs of the
friends I was sure to make.

    Nelson was the one who got me interested in the school. He had
graduated from the place a year before and was the older brother of my
suck-buddy Steve. Steve and I had been jerking and sucking each other since
fifth grade. Exploring the pleasure given by my nice friendly cock, and
exploring another boy's too, was more exciting at that young age than
anything else. We were both 9 and started with rubbing each other through
our jeans, comparing cock length, then jerking off together. Steve told me
he did these games at night, almost every night too, with his older brother
Nelson, who was 13.

    We knew about cock sucking, we discussed it often, and boys at school
mentioned it constantly. Finally, one day while Steve and I were feeling
each other up in a secluded leafy area by the baseball field he told me
he'd been sucking off his brother for a year and did I want him to do it to
me? Of course I said, and was even ready to do him first—he was so cute
and I loved his body. He had my zipper down and my hard cock in his warm
wet mouth in a flash. What an incredible feeling! This boy, this pal of
mine, my closest and trusted friend, was giving my young body such new
special pleasure with his mouth. My balls tightened in the cool air, and
from the excitement. I had a strong orgasm, strongest ever up to that
point, but dry of course. Now I could talk with other boys about cock
sucking with first hand knowledge.

    As soon as I had my wits about me again I went down on my best pal out
of pure desire, awe and respect. I savored every minute, everything about
it: his taste, the smooth hardness, his groans, the smell of soap and ass
and all. His dick in my mouth! It all became clear to me
instantly. Something in my young brain lit up: my sex life was to follow
this path, the love of boys. With a boy's cock in my sucking mouth the
vague hunger I had for sexual satisfaction was complete. I used my
inexperienced mouth as well as I could and felt the change in me that
seemed almost physical. A marker was passed in my sexual development and
desire for boys.

    When we were both twelve Nelson would occasionally join us. He was
sixteen then and to us a very impressive older dude. He lay back on the
couch and spread his legs and let me and his brother suck him off as long
as we wanted. Nelson had a way of holding back his cum until we were almost
exhausted working that big dick of his, then he'd let go long spurts of
sperm into each of our mouths. Perhaps I just imagined it, but after
licking and drinking his potent teenage sperm my pubic development
accelerated noticeably.

    And not only that: those brothers taught me that my anus was a big
source of pleasure too. While I ate Nelson's big dick his brother would get
behind me and finger my ass or even lick it. Nelson would do that to me
too, and to his brother, depending how we were joined. I loved it but could
not yet bring myself to do it to them. They never insisted.

    Anyway, when my parents demanded a stricter school I naturally thought
of Nelson's and the stories he told us. He was pretty frank about what he
did there but I was a little skeptical; maybe he was just bragging. Boys
fucking each other? I knew it happened of course, but every night?

    He was right. I got fucked the first night. The Cadet Junior who had
shown me and my parents around in the spring knocked on my door about a
half hour before lights out. Billy. How could I forget him? He was
beginning his senior year and I was glad to see a familiar face, especially
one so handsome. My assigned roommate wasn't scheduled to arrive until late
the next day. Billy greeted me warmly and said things to put me at ease. I
wasn't exactly scared but I was feeling small and lonely and he seemed so
confident and swaggering to me. Did I really want to be here? I hoped I
hadn't made a wrong choice, hoped I had whatever it would take to fit
in. Billy looked like a teenage movie star with blue eyes and a beautifully
proportioned body. That night he was in a pair of jeans that were if
anything tighter than the uniform, and when his back was to me I could see
the inseam tucked up sharply into his tight round ass. He might as well
have been naked
 and the effect was almost obscene. Immediately an old familiar feeling
gripped me between my legs. I think he sensed his presence alone aroused
me. I saw I had a similar effect on this older boy.

    Not bothering to conceal the growing swell of his dick, he passed his
palm over it for me to be sure to notice, while both of us made small talk
for some awkward minutes. When I lifted my duffel bag to stow it on the
high closet shelf he came up close behind me to "lend a hand." The hand he
lent went low on my right hip and he was so close I could feel his warm
breath on my neck. I froze at his touch... Froze everywhere but my cock,
which grew rigid in seconds. A few moments passed when neither of us
moved. Then he said very quietly into my ear, "You're a pretty cool looking
dude." I mumbled something that sounded like a thanks. There was no
mistaking what was happening.

    I wanted to turn and kiss him, but I stayed rooted to the spot. I was
the novice and it was my place to let him lead. His next move was to put
both hands on me, one on each side of my waist. I thought of Nelson and
what he'd said about the school and couldn't believe it was coming true so
quickly, on the first fucking night!

    "You know," Billy continued, "I know my way around this place and I
know how to make it easier for you...You won't have to sweat it, you won't
have to sweat a thing." He moved an inch closer and I felt his cock press
on my ass.

    "It's a piece of cake here, not at all as military as it seems. If you
want it to be."

    He let this sink in for a minute, his hands still on my hips, then
whispered into my ear "You have a cute ass." As this was spoken his arms
encircled my waist and he clasped his hands at my crotch. I could feel his
dick press more firmly between my ass cheeks. I started to get warm and a
little apprehensive.

    Billy's handsome body had me enthralled. I wanted to blow him from the
moment I saw him and if he wanted to blow me too, that would be super
cool. But I was fourteen at that point and had never been fucked in the
ass. That made me hold back. Would it hurt? Although I felt sophisticated
about sex at that age I was still unsophisticated in many ways. I pictured
myself spread eagle under him being brutally fucked by his massive cock,
unable to escape the pain.

    Whatever misgivings I experienced began to leave when his hand gently
wrapped around my cock and balls and began a slow gentle message. My normal
reserve always fled if someone touched me there, and he was good at
it. That boy's touch was firm and evidently contained lots of experience,
pleasing me on several levels. If he wanted my dick he could surely have
it, as much as I wanted his. Then too, I could use his assistance in
finding my way in this new environment if all it took to secure it was a
few suck jobs. My mind would work to make a success of this new challenge
and my body too if need be, as much as necessary. In other words, I was
ready to whore myself out a little for business as well as pleasure. Such
was my thinking then, a sort of practical immorality. My father's
instructions on morality had included "never let another guy put his dick
up your ass," which I took to mean literally and figuratively, but I was
open minded about
 the literal part.

    "That day you came to visit," Billy whispered, "I thought, `now there's
a fine new piece for me to have.' You are so fucking cute. You're hot. I
love your face. I love your ass. You know how sexy you are? You know how
juicy you ass looks?" Billy was very direct. In reply I relaxed into his
body and pushed back with my butt the better to feel his now stiff cock.

    "That's nice," Billy said in response, and began to breath
harder. Presently he gave out a little snicker and declared, "You done this
before, I can tell." He started to jerk me through my jeans. "Yea man, this
is easier than I thought it'd be. You're hot all over. You sure do want
it!" I began to moan and undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. "When did
you first take it in the ass?" he asked, and went on to volunteer that he
was eleven when an army buddy of his father's fucked him.

    "No, I've never done it. I...my buddy and I... suck... each other,
though."

    "You little slut," he said in the softest, sexiest whisper, "half of
this school fucks the other half, and everybody sucks—even some
teachers. You're going to fit right in."
    "I don't know" I replied like the shy virgin I was. "I never had it in
the ass."

    "Shit! You're joking?"

    He turned me around and looked into my eyes. He was about three inches
taller. I don't know if he believed me. We kissed and he tasted so good. I
wondered how safe we were from discovery since the dorm was quiet but there
were still about six or so newly arrived freshman on the floor. But Billy
didn't seem concerned and I let him guide me. He had my ass cheeks firmly
in his grip and massaged them provocatively as we continued to kiss. I
hadn't done much kissing with boys and I discovered I liked it.

    I slowly sank to my knees in front of him.  The fact that he was so
very handsome made me more than normally aggressive and I right away
nuzzled my nose between his legs and savored his clean smell in the snug
denim, enjoying the warmth there. I didn't want him to think I was a
completely inexperienced at boy sex and a good blow job would surely lead
to quick acceptance. Billy had a beautiful clean hard six inch cock that
was made for sucking. The head gleamed in the light as if polished. It was
the most natural thing to take it into my young mouth.

    He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed against me. "That's
good sailor. That's very good!" Nelson used hold my head too and I liked
the slight feeling of being trapped.

    The boy I had now moaned and whimpered, occasionally whispering four
letter words as I nuzzled between his legs. He told me that last spring he
borrowed my picture from the admission's office and had jerked off a lot
with it. I admitted that though I had no picture I had jerked off the night
I got home from the tour, picturing us having sex. So we were hot for each
other as teenagers are who have large amounts of coursing hormones.

    Presently I worked on him seriously. Billy's erection was straight as
an arrow, with tight balls that tasted as good as they looked. He had only
a patch of public hair and otherwise his skin was smooth. I was just
getting used to licking his balls when he pushed me away. The room was
small and everything was close. He reached over and quietly flipped the
lock.

    "That's the way sailor boy...that's just the way to do it," he said
hotly. "Get your jeans off...leave the t-shirt!" he commanded. I complied
quickly. "Put your sneakers back on" was the next instruction.

     I wanted to act all casual about it, but I complied in an instant and
I was a little annoyed that I looked so obedient in front of him.

    "Now kneel on the bed and get your ass in the air."  I cautioned him to
be easy with me.

    "Baby," he said reassuringly, "I fucked a bunch virgin cadets and know
just what to do. Cadet McBain is going to make you feel real good. If its
not good tell me and I'll stop. But I bet you won't, guaranteed!" His eyes
sparkled with lustful anticipation and I got on the bed.

    I got unto the position he wanted, my knees spread, my head down onto
my folded arms. I felt strange. More vulnerable than I wanted to be. Billy
knelt on the floor behind me and I figured his face was just a few inches
from my ass. "Beautiful" I heard him say. He massaged me again, this time
his thumbs worked to open me each time they circled closer and closer to my
little asshole.

    "Cadet Virgin" he whispered, "that's what you are: Little virgin cadet"
I heard him call me that a half dozen times, and realized he was getting
himself worked into a hot passionate state. It had the same effect on me. I
started to get dreamy myself and felt a little dizzy. The strange feeling
in me grew and started to become definite.

    Then it happened. I hadn't really expected he'd use his mouth on me,
but that's exactly what he did. It was like an electric jolt to my
system. Here was this upperclassman, a senior, with his handsome face
pressed hard up against my ass. Nelson or Steve did this to me sometimes
and I had liked it. But I still thought it was dirty, too dirty for my own
tongue to touch them in the same way.

    A jumble of thoughts went through my mind: my parents should see this;
this is what dogs do; clean, dirty, he's going to fuck me, and many
more. Since I showered at least once everyday and washed myself there as
often as necessary, the issue of cleanliness came and went quickly. He had
me hot. Hot enough for me to reconsider my squeamishness. I thought I could
bring myself to do to him what he was doing to me if his habits were as
good.

    His tongue was marvelous! Warm, wet, strong. He had to hold me still
because I wiggled and shook so much keeping his mouth against me was
difficult. My gyrations made him laugh and it made me laugh too, though we
had to be careful not to get too loud.

    "You like it, buddy? You like getting your ass licked? You're clean and
sweet. Stay that way"

    Dampness formed all over my body. "Please", I begged, "do more. Do
more!" I whispered. I could hardly get the words out.

    "Say what you want, freshman! Don't be shy!" Say it" he insisted, say,
'Lick my asshole!'".

    I did. I begged him. I would beg for it in front of the whole school if
he wanted me to.

    "Not like that" he hissed. Don't say it that way: you sound like a
Mary. Say it like a command!"

    I tried again, several times, until I said it with an attitude that
satisfied him. It felt strange and exhilarating to speak this way to an
older dude, someone I really didn't know, but it was very sexy to do so.

    He went back to his fantastic assault on my ass and worked on me for a
long time. I knew now I would let him put his dick in me. Any resistance I
had melted into nothing as I anticipated what was going to happen.

    Gradually, as the tip of his dick touched my ass I felt myself go
through a change of my basic identity and instinct. Without ever fully
surrendering myself as a boy, I felt also like a girl. Spread open wide as
I was I felt vulnerable and seductive at the same time. I saw my ass was
like a pussy and liked it. I would use it as another way to attract
good-looking boys to my side. My mind swam in these thoughts. He applied
vaseline and it went in pretty easily. I was so hot, and he was smooth and
gentle. He kept whispering dirty thoughts into my ear, biting my neck and
nibbling my shoulders.

    What seemed like a short time later I felt him shoot his load. I felt
his dick pulse in me three, four times.

    He lay above me panting, hot, exhausted. We stayed joined for a long
time, not moving a inch, tightly wedged. Gradually, his cock softened and
slipped out of its own accord.

     "You have a sweet pussy," he whispered between gasps breath. "You are
one hot fuck, sailor boy."

    I felt so open and filled and vulnerable—and fulfilled.



Please let me know what you feel and think about this first part.

Regards,
Julian,
ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com