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WARNING:  If you are offended by sex between males or any 
combination thereof--where some of them may be related by blood, 
marriage or just plain lust-- you definitely should not be reading this 
story.  If this type of sex is illegal or immoral in your particular state, 
province or country, stop reading now and go away.  If, according to 
your local laws, you're under age, no fair peeking below.  

Some of the following events may contain graphic descriptions of 
sexual acts between men and MINOR boys  Any resemblance to any 
particular boy, man, teenager, penis or other anatomical part is just 
your over-active imagination.  

This is the one of series of many personal experiences I wrote 
originally for personal therapy and now share for everyone to read.  
These stories are based upon real events that took place in my life.   
I have changed the names of the people and the places where they 
took place to protect the 'guilty'.  If you like what I have written, 
please send me an e-mail.  If any of the people involved in the 
encounters are reading this, please contact me.  I would love to hear 
from you. 

Some of the following stories may depict unprotected sex.  You are 
reality.  Practice safe sex.  I do not condone either incest or child 
abuse, however boy-love-sex as described in the following 
experiences are a  matter of fact and I make no excuse for what 
happened to me in the past.
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[Parts of my humble beginning are NOT meant to be erotic in content 
but help to set an understanding for later experiences.  If you choice 
to skip those portions you might not understand the reasons for later 
events.  I share my writings for your enjoyment.    If you wish to 
share your thoughts and emotions, please feel free to email me.   I 
welcome and appreciate suggestions, constructive comments or 
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NOVEMBER 1952
AGE TWELVE
BIRTHDAY TRIP
PARTY AT BIG FRANK'S
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Being twelve years old was a big thing at that time.  Some events like 
movies indicated under the age of twelve as a price difference.  To 
me it meant I was becoming a young man and well on my way to 
manhood.

For a treat, my stepfather, Ralph thought it would be nice if the two 
of us men took time off together.  We planned to spend most of the 
after holiday vacation on a trip, as Ralph often did for his business.

Ralph and I took the following Friday night to visit Frank's 
restaurant for the evening.  When Frank realized it was my birthday, 
he gave me a special meal of my favorite hot turkey sandwich and 
all the fixings.

To my surprise Ralph invited a few of my classmates over for a little 
birthday party.  Frank made a section of the restaurant available to 
us and put together a cake with one large candle in the center.

One of my classmates was a red headed boy named Seth.  He seemed 
to enjoy Frank's company more than the rest of us.  When the party 
ended, Frank asked"You want to stay for the night?" 

As usual, I jumped at the opportunity to stay over night with Big 
Frank, as I called him.  After my acceptance, he asked, "You mind if 
Seth also stays?"  

I was a little surprised and a little disappointed that someone else 
might be staying to spoil our fun.  There was not much I could say, 
except, "Okay."

Seth was a big boy for his age or at least bigger than I was at that 
time.  I think it was because he was older than most of the class.  He 
had stayed back a year at the beginning of school, sometime before 
entering our private school.

It was rather late when all had left Frank's place, except for Seth and 
I.  Frank concluded that it was too late for him to do much cleaning 
up.  So he put away a few things before he invited us boys up stairs 
to his apartment.

Frank went up ahead of Seth and I.  I got the impression that Seth 
had been there before, but I was not sure at that time.  

Frank turned on the lights as he entered the living room.  I followed 
Seth into the room while Frank went over to turn up the heat for the 
evening and closed the window curtains.

He told us boys to use the bathroom as we needed before getting 
ready for bed.  Seth asked me to go first while he rested on the couch 
a few minutes.  Frank told us we could both share the warm bed 
with him unless we would rather sleep on the cold couch.  

I felt I would be more comfortable in the bed room rather than 
trying to sleep on the old couch.  Seth also agreed that he would 
rather sleep in the bed room.

I went into the bath room through the bed room to clean up and 
undress for bed as I had done there times before.  Upon leaving the 
bath room clothed in my underwear, I found Frank making up the 
bed as Seth was admiring the many pictures on the walls of the bed 
room.

I stood there quietly watching for a few minutes and realized that 
the pictures of most interest to Seth were the ones of men or boys.  
That impressed me that perhaps the night might not be wasted for 
lack of excitement.

Seth, being older and bigger, impressed me as a bit of a bully at 
times or it might have been because he felt out of place with us 
younger students.  There had never been an opportunity before for 
me to be with Seth in a personal way.  Most of us students kept away 
from him much of the time and did not really get to know him.

Frank looked up and noticed me standing in the bathroom door way 
and told Seth it was his turn to use the bathroom so we could all get 
into bed for the night.  Seth abruptly discontinued his viewing to 
quickly go into the bathroom.  

Frank sat on the foot of the bed while he and I waited for Seth to 
ready himself for bed.  I found a spot at the side of the bed to look at 
a few magazines from the floor near the bed.  Frank and I spoke only 
briefly about the party and the day's events.

Soon Seth reappeared into the bed room wearing only a pair of tight 
undershorts.  I viewed him in an altogether different light than ever 
before.  His light complexion and red hair seemed to glow in the light 
of the room.  I thought for the moment, how exciting it might be to 
have an adventure with him, but I was not sure of anything ever 
happening and tried to put those thoughts aside.

Frank entered the bathroom, left the door open, unzipped his pants, 
urinated facing away from us into the toilet before he removed his 
upper clothing and washed quickly with a warm wet face cloth.  
Without further delay, Frank entered the bed room, unsnapped his 
pants, removed them and put them upon the dresser next to the 
living room door.

My fellow student, Seth, and I watched Frank's undressing activity 
until he came over to the bed dressed only in his loose fitting boxer 
shorts.  Us boys had been sitting on the bed looking at magazines and 
taking in only a little conversation about what we had seen in them.

Frank climbed into bed from the opposite side to the bed from where 
we were sitting.  He asked, "You guys ready to put the magazines 
down and get into bed?"  

We were not sure of the sleeping arrangements, so Frank told us, 
"Don't be concerned about where we slept.  What we want to do 
either with each other or with him before we go to sleep?"

Exciting thoughts came to mine, but I dared not voice them.  Seth 
said, "I'm going to take it all off before getting into bed".  Frank 
turned the bed covers back, sat up on the edge of the bed and 
removed his undershorts.  

As Frank rolled back onto the bed I could see the large sex tool 
between his legs.  It had begun to swell to about nine inches of the 
full ten.  The head was nearly completely clear of the foreskin and 
erect enough to be just above his testicle sack.  It was launching 
itself from a bush of mostly white gray hair with only a few darker 
brown hairs mixed in.

Seth followed by dropping his undershorts to the floor to expose his 
erecting skinless four and a half inch penis.  His penis was erecting 
from his bush of young blondish orange pubic hair while holding up 
a pair of surprisingly small fuzzy testicles.  

Where Seth lost out on the size of his testicles he seemed to make up 
on penis.  When fully extended, his shaft must had been nearly five 
inches long and growing.  He made my younger five inches (which I 
had measured) seem good by comparison.

Never before that night did I think much about seeing Seth without 
clothing.  Never again did I think of him the same way.  I rather 
looked at him as my secret sexual buddy.  A secret that I dared not 
even share with Seth.

Frank indicated that I should not be shy.  So with that incentive, I 
removed my undershorts, placed them on the trunk at the foot of the 
bed, sat back down on the edge of the bed and gazed down upon my 
erect organ.  

There standing next to me was Seth with his fully erect penis.  He 
asked Frank, "Can we all do something together?"  Frank agreed that 
we could do whatever we all wanted to do.  Seth suggested that we 
all arrange ourselves in a certain way upon the bed so that we could 
all participate in the fun at the same.

Frank agreed to let Seth suck his shaft while he did the same for 
Seth, then Frank realized the plan had left me out.  Seth said that I 
could use his rectum if I wanted to.  I agreed to see what I could do 
with my assignment.

Before we got into our positions to start our erotic activity, Frank got 
up from the bed long enough to reach over to his dresser for a small 
jar of lubricant for my penetration into my hot classmate's anal 
canal.  I think Big Frank delighted in rubbing my penis head and 
shaft with the slippery substance.

After greasing me, Frank got into position so as to have his head on a 
pillow at the foot of the bed.  As he did we viewed his ten inch hard 
penis develop to its full length.  He guided Seth into place over him.  
Seth got onto the bed from the foot.  He spread his legs as he climbed 
upon the bed on his knees.  After getting into place over Frank's 
waiting mouth, Seth bent forward to open his butt checks with his 
hands and invite me to penetrate his rectum.

With that invitation I moved into position just behind Seth and just 
above Frank's head at the foot of the bed.   As I lowered myself into 
the proper position to hit the target, Frank reached out to fondle my 
crotch and help to guide my tool into the awaiting anal canal.  His 
touch helped me to realize the full extend of my capabilities.  My tool 
extended itself to Seth's rectum.

When the head of my shaft touched Seth's sensitive tissue, I could 
see him shake with excitement.  Just before I got to that hot 
quivering muscle, Frank told me it would be helpful if I used my 
finger to push a small amount of lubricant into the rectum before I 
tried to enter it.  I did as I was instructed and dipped my left index 
finger into the jar as it still sat open on the trunk next to the bed.  

I believe that might had been one of the first times that I used my 
finger into someone's rectum.  The thought at first stopped me.  I 
looked at my finger with a gob of grease on it and slowly moved it 
toward the lightly hairy rectum of Seth.  

Gently, I rubbed the substance around the general area and only 
after Big Frank's insistence, I took another gob of grease from the jar 
and pushed it into Seth's rear outlet.  It created a strange plunging 
sound as I pushed in and around the opening.

Seth enjoyed the sensation of my finger up his rear opening so much 
that he insisted that I stop and push my hard penis into him for all it 
was worth.  Frank guided me at first and left me to continue on my 
own.  I managed to fall out a few times until I got into a pace with 
Seth's movements.

No sooner was I piling all I had into Seth, when Frank reach his hand 
up to fondle me and Seth as he sucked Seth's penis.  Seth proceeded 
to bend further over Frank until he could reach Big Frank's ten inch 
shaft with his hand and push the head into his mouth.  At first I 
could hear loud slurping sounds coming from Seth's mouth until he 
bent further down upon the shaft to suck it deep into his throat.

I was somewhat amazed as to how I was able to keep pace with all 
the activity going on.  My penis easily slid into and out of Seth's hot 
rectum canal just at the times that Seth was moving up and down 
upon Big Frank's ten inches, although it was plain to see that Seth 
took in only a portion of the whole organ.

It was not long before Seth announced that his load of semen was 
about to come forth.  Big Frank did not miss a beat as he continued to 
suck Seth's young shaft down into his juicy mouth.  For a few 
seconds, Seth stopped his part of the operation to jerk slightly in and 
out of Frank's mouth.  It ended as Seth let out a loud  "YES" to 
indicate his ejaculation of semen.

Frank continued to suck Seth to the last drop while Seth resumed his 
part of our program.  As he let himself back down upon Frank I was 
allowed to miss a few strokes before Seth got back to the pace.  
When Frank finished sucking the juices from Seth he would 
occasionally lick his hot tongue across the bottom of our swinging 
testicles.  

The added thrill of Frank licking my testicles increased the pressure 
for me to release my load.  Before long I was heaving hard into Seth 
as to drive him off the top of the bed.  I think he knew I was about 
ready.  He asked, "Slow down and push your load deep into me, so I 
could feel the heat as you jet into me".

As I slowed the pace I drove my tool hard into Seth's anal walls.  In 
and out I pushed until the pressure built up within my loins so as to 
hurt with excitement.   I had to let out a slight groan as the pressure 
let go and I was not able to hold back the flood of semen for a split 
second longer.

Seth felt my organ swell as I pushed it deep into the reaches of his 
rectum and jettison it's load.  He uttered sounds of pleasure as I 
reached my climax.  For me it was very exhilarating yet exhausting.  
I held onto my sex partner as my penis let out its final rush.

Slowly I felt my penis begin to wilt within the dark walls of Seth's 
anal canal.  Without much warning I slid completely out of Seth.  
Seth was still moving up and down upon Big Frank's shaft and penis 
head.  

I let myself go for the time to watch the action and rest from my 
ordeal.  Frank was lying peacefully under Seth with his eyes closed 
and his hands rubbing Seth's upper legs and butt cheeks.

Noticing that I had pulled back, Frank reached down to fondle Seth 
as to excite him again.  With a free hand Frank reached to touch my 
genitals.  I willing moved to allow him greater access to my crotch.  

His large hands moved gently in and around Seth's crotch and mine.  
Frank glanced up and asked me quietly, "Would you like to lay at my 
side and reach your mouth up to Seth's love tool and suck it for him?  
He may even feel like letting you have some of his love juice."

I was thrilled at the thought of sucking my red headed class mate's 
penis.  Frank moved his upper body to the side and out from under 
Seth.  Seth broke from his willing task long enough to lift his leg to 
let Frank free and tell me he would enjoy his penis in my mouth.

When my lips touched Seth's penis head it seemed to tense with 
excitement or at least I thought so.  Before I got to sucking I enjoyed 
the feel of his nice long shaft by letting my tongue feel its way up 
and down its length.  Each time my tongue reached the penis head I 
would allow it to make a trip around the upper edge at the shaft.  As 
I tongued around the head, Seth would moan a little and I could feel 
a pulse from within his penis and its head.

Slowly I allowed my mouth to take in the penis head and suck in 
most of the shaft.  At first it was only slightly hard.  After a minute 
or two I could definitely tell that my morsel was hardening with 
every motion of my mouth and tongue.

Soon Seth's love tool, as Big Frank would call it, was lengthening and 
hardening to its full ability.  I continued to slip the penis in and out 
of my mouth.  The excitement of Seth's reactivation began to get me 
hard.  To help matters, Big Frank placed his large hand upon my 
rising penis.  He rubbed up and down my crotch to get me excited 
again.

Seth began to get Big Frank to the point of expelling his love juices.  
He gave Seth the choice of swallowing him as he ejected or spit him 
out and use his hand to finish him off.  I secretly hoped that I could 
get to see Big Frank's load of juice come out the opening at the head 
of his large ten inches of penis.  I also knew I could see the 
expression upon Seth's face as he swallowed that precious fluid.

Seth slowly allowed Frank's penis to slip from his mouth.  The head 
was dark red, wet, shiny and hard.  The foreskin was tucked up 
under the head as if it was waiting to cover the head when the shaft 
shortened again. To my pleasure, Seth asked if he could use his 
hands to relieve Frank that time.  

To me ten inches of penis in the hands of a young man the size of 
Seth looked very large indeed.  Seth pumped up and down the shaft 
all the time watching to see the explosion of fluid.  He had just 
changed hands to get a new start when the head darkened in color 
and spewed out a gush of white fluid.  It did not spit out as I had 
seen younger men, but seemed to be large white lumps of substance 
that slowly oozed up and out.  It flowed down the head to the shaft 
and upon Seth's moving hand.

When the sticky substance reached Seth's hand he removed it to 
wipe it up on the bed sheet.  Frank immediately took control of his 
own shaft to finish the strokes needed to complete his gratification.  
When he had finished the fluid had flowed completely down his 
shaft and into his pubic hair and kept moving down.  It seemed that 
it would never stop flowing.  When it had stopped there was a small 
pool of white stuff in the pubic hair on his abdomen as well as what 
was left on his shaft.
He might have seemed old to me, but he surely had a goodly amount 
of semen from those large gray haired testicles.  Frank pulled the 
sheet over to him and wiped himself upon it before he moved over 
to the side of the bed to wait for me to resume sucking Seth's 
seemingly much smaller penis.  

Seth laid his back onto the bed with his erect penis pointing up to the 
ceiling and begging for my lips to surround it.  He reached down to 
his organ and wiggled it about and invited me to continue if I wished 
to have more of him.  It seemed I was the star of the moment.  

With Seth and Big Frank watching me, I placed my hand around the 
shaft at the base and pointed the head in the direction of my mouth 
and moved over it to taste it.  I could see clear moisture coming from 
the slit in the head.  I knew from previous experiences that it was 
the prejuice that always tasted sweet upon my tongue.  

I let my tongue pass over the slit and pick up the moisture.  The 
taste was sweet.  After a slight delay to enjoy the flavor, I began 
running my tongue around the under edge of the head.  I knew that 
I was always stimulated by that approach, so I really had nothing to 
lose by beginning that way.

Each time my tongue went around the under side, the penis pulsed 
upward with excitement.  Seth said it was very arousing to him and 
to keep sucking more of him until I had it all in my mouth.  I 
delighted in the thought of sucking in all Seth's young penis.  

I was not sure I would have room for it at first, but I remembered 
what I was told to do before.  All I needed to do when the head 
reached the back of my throat, was to keep swallowing hard until the 
head and the remainder of the shaft made its way down my food 
passage.

Seth did not realized I had been taught to do it before that 
encounter.  When I felt the head of his penis touch the back of my 
mouth, I calmly swallowed quickly and pushed further onto the 
shaft.  Looking up as the head slipped down my throat, I could see 
the very pleasant surprise on my classmate's face.  

It was almost as exciting for me to watch Seth's face as having a 
climax.  All the while I was sucking Seth, Big Frank was pumping my 
love tool to a very hot point.  He would pump fast and then slowly 
run my penis between his large fingers and squeeze the head lightly 
to see if there was any thing coming out of it.  Each time I thought of 
sucking Seth and felt the strokes to my penis I would get harder.

Shortly, I felt the desire to let go of my love juices, but held back the 
thought until I could get Seth to that point.  Seth's penis got hot and 
harder with each pass of my mouth up and down it.  

Soon to my delight, Seth, announced he was ready to let go.  I 
stopped only long enough to tell him I was ready if he was.  With 
that, Seth's penis head swelled to the point of explosion, and explode 
it did.  I was surprised at first that he would have so much force left 
in him after his round with Big Frank.

I swallowed the head and the top of the shaft down my throat so as 
to allow the juices to pass down without the ill taste.  That taste was 
not my favorite one.  I did all I could to avoid it by swallowing fast 
and hard.  I felt like choking a bit as I swallowed that warm fluid 
down my throat but knew it was best to get it all down so not to 
taste any of it later.

Holding on to his penis until it began to shrink and soften assured me 
I would have taken in all of the juices and not be worried about 
getting any of it into my mouth to taste.

When I could gently squeeze Seth's softening penis between my lips, 
I knew it would be safe to let it go.  I gave it a few strong sucks up 
and down the tender shaft before I let it go completely.

By then, my hot penis was ready to come forth with its love juice too.  
I rolled over on to my back so to catch all of the juice and not make a 
mess of the bed.  Frank pulled my shaft up and down until it let go a 
new load.  I could see Frank and Seth watch my penis as it dribbled a 
small stream of mostly clear semen out of its top.

Frank let my shaft get squeezed gently to get out my load all the way 
to the head slit.  It would have felt good to have it sucked, but knew 
it would not happen knowing where it has been just before.  With 
that expulsion, I let myself go limp upon the bed for a few minutes.

Frank told us boys that we should do a warm shower to clean up 
before getting into bed while he put things in order for the night.  
Frank slipped on a pair of sweet pants before he left the room.  His 
long penis hung down several inches below his massive pair of 
testicles.  It and his gray pubic hair were caught up as his pants 
came up over his body.

It was a special delight for me to see Seth in his glorious birthday 
suit.  He got off the bed and made his way toward the bathroom.  As 
he did I admired his body build, the swinging testicles covered with 
and nestled in soft light blond and red hair.  At that point his penis 
was nearly soft.

The door quickly closed and suddenly opened before Seth asked me, 
"You need to use the bathroom before I take a shower?"  I told him I 
was okay, but he insisted that I might like to take a leak before he 
got into the shower.

I was self conscious about urinating with someone looking.  Seth did 
not leave the bathroom, but watched to see that I used the toilet.  I 
stood there for what seemed a long time to urinate.  The more I tried 
the less I was able to go.

Seth, seeing that I was not able to perform, invited me to use the 
shower with him.  I was a little put back to think that the he-man of 
my class would consider having me join him in a shower.  

Without thinking about it, I joined Seth for a shower.  After I entered 
the shower, Seth turned on the shower water covering his 
conversation with me.  He instructed me that I was not to change my 
association with him at school.  He did not want anyone to catch on 
that he would recognize a classmate in such a personal way.  

Further, he indicated that if I were to ever say anything about our 
time together, he would make my life very difficult.  With that he 
finished rinsing off and left the shower, leaving me there to ponder 
our relationship.

As Seth left the bathroom, he said that he had enjoyed our time 
together and hoped that I would be able to be with him again.  He 
hoped that I understood his personal need for me to keep a distance 
from him at school.  I told him I did and that it would not be a 
problem for me.  Also I told him I looked forward to us being 
together again.

When I finished and returned to the bedroom I found Seth asleep 
next to Frank.  Frank indicated that I should quietly get into bed on 
the bathroom side next to him.  And so, I did.

Frank and Seth were without clothing for the night.  I felt more 
comfortable with no clothing and gladly joined them the same.  We 
spent a very restful night together.

It was always an adventure to visit with Big Frank.  There were 
many more times and several more with Seth.
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DECEMBER 1952
AGE TWELVE
FAMILY HOLIDAY GATHERING 
UNCLE HAL
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It was not until December of 1952, just before the new year that 
Uncle Hal visited us over night again.  He was on leave from the 
Army for the holidays and made the rounds before his return.  I was 
excited to see him and looked forward to a night time adventure 
with him.

He made his usual visit with the family before he excused himself for 
early bed.  He was getting used to early to bed and early to rise.  

Hal suggested I show him where things were up stairs.  He wanted 
me to go up with him so he could have me to himself.  I went up 
stairs with him and he invited me into his room. 

I went in with him.  He uncovered the bed, removed his shoes, socks, 
pants, shirt, and undershirt.  Uncle Hal was a full grown man of 
twenty-one.  He was still a stout man, but was a little taller than 
before.  

He rubbed his crotch and said, "I have something special for you."  

I boldly asked, "What."  

He said, "You will need to undress completely before I can show you."  
I promptly complied.  

I had grown thin and to the most of my height in my early twelfth 
year.  Fuzzy, more noticeable hair had started to develop under my 
arms and a few dark, course,  thin hairs joined the fuzzy hair around 
my genitals and crotch.  In the last year I had gained in penis size to 
about five inches erect.

Hal asked, "Come over here."  

As I came close to him he lowered his undershorts exposing his six 
inch penis extending from a dark hairy crotch with a pair of firm 
hairy testicles hanging between his hairy legs.  

He said, "I'm going to share this with you in a different way".  

He pressed me close to him, put his penis between my legs and 
directed me to the bed.  We laid down with him on top of me.  He 
pumped up and down until he ejaculated between my legs.  It was a 
rather messy situation which he gladly cleaned up with his 
undershirt.

Since there was no one else on the floor we took our nude bodies to 
the bath room for a shower together.  Hal adjusted the water before I 
joined him.  He had me bend over in front of him and hold my knees 
while he rubbed and cleaned my genitals from between my legs.  

When he finished cleaning me I stood up while he fondled my pubic 
hair before he ejaculated me from behind with his body pressing and 
rubbing against my back side.  I gave out a quiet shout as I let my 
load release.  We rinsed off, dried and decided it best if we returned 
to each separate bed room to sleep for the night.

That was the last time I remember having an encounter with my 
favorite Uncle Hal.  After his military time ended some years later he 
was the same fun loving guy but he or I never got into a very 
physical or personal situation again.  Many times I think back fondly 
of our times together.  We have visited and talked openly about 
current things but I have never again felt comfort enough to mention 
our sexual times.

He is still single and I have gone on from there.  I visited him several 
times and sleep at his home in another state while I was traveling 
without family.  

One time when he was there in between military connections I recall 
taking a late leisurely bath.  The bathroom had two doors with one 
from his bed room.  To make things interesting I left his door ajar so 
that he would not miss seeing me getting in or out of the tub.  I had 
hoped that I would spark some interest.

I had hoped that he would be looking upon me.  I knew he was in 
and out of his room from what I could hear.  Once I see movement 
near the door.  His movements got me so excited that I managed to 
masturbate before finishing up in the tub.  As I stood there pumping 
my member I would have hoped that he was seeing my activity.

The next morning there was not a word from either of us.  I packed 
my things and left until my next visit.  Time has treated him poorly 
and he has a difficult time getting about and I am sure that me in his 
younger life will remain only a fond memory.
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FEBRUARY 1953
AGE TWELVE
AFTER HOLIDAY TRIP
TO NEW HEIGHTS WITH JOE BURNS
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During my February 1953 school break, Ralph and I ventured off for 
a few days on what had become known as a business trip for Ralph.  
I usually had business of my own while Ralph met with clients.  It 
was something I looked forward to each tax season.

The car was packed several days before the start of our trip to avoid 
the usual forgetting something or the need to hurry to get ready to 
leave at the last minute.  Ralph always knew what we would need to 
bring with us.  Mother packed us guys a lunch or other refreshments 
the night before the drive.

We decided that it would be better to leave on a Tuesday morning 
after the morning rush.  By eleven we were out of town and on the 
way toward the first stop at Joe Burn's office a couple of towns from 
home.

Joe had planned the day with Ralph to help him prepare his business 
tax reports.  It was not a thing which I knew about at that early age.  
Before we started work, Joe invited us out to lunch at a local country 
club.

At the completion of lunch, Ralph went back to Joe's office to meet 
and work with the office manager and other staff members.  Joe told 
Ralph that he had a surprise for me and would meet him back at the 
office sometime later that afternoon.

Joe called for a club car to meet us at the front of the club cafeteria 
and deliver us to the nearby airport.  Joe may had mentioned his use 
of an airplane, but I never paid much attention until then.

The car let us off at the side of a twin engine passenger plane that 
was intended for the use of Joe's real estate business.  I remember 
the plane had a row of about four or five windows on each side of 
the body.  That was perhaps the closest I had been to an airplane.

I followed Joe around as he inspected the outside of the aircraft.  It 
was a sunny day, but still windy and cold to be out side long.  The 
inspection did not last long before, Joe invited me into the side door 
of the plane so he could show me around on the inside.  

He asked, "Have you ever been up in a plane before?"  

I had to admit, "No. Never."  

"Then", he said, "It is about time you did.  I need to check out the 
plane for a trip and put in some flight time."

He showed me around the inside of the plane, noting where things 
were and how they worked.  There was a small rest room at the rear 
of the plane, some cabinets that housed office supplies and many 
other household items for use in flight.

Finally, we moved forward toward the pilot's cabin.  Joe opened a 
narrow door to reveal two seats with only a little space between 
them.  He asked me to sit on the seat to our right.  After sitting, Joe 
took his place on the other seat and instructed me to fasten the seat 
belt.

It was no surprise to me that Joe was able to fly the craft.  He 
seemed to be the type of person who could do whatever he set his 
mind to.  

Joe attached himself to the seat, started the engines, used a radio to 
communicate with the tower, and began to move the plane out onto 
the runway.  He asked me, "What do you think so far?"  

I told him, "This is really exciting.  I never thought we would be 
flying away like this."

Soon after we taxied onto the runway, the tower gave Joe clearance 
to take off.  It was thrilling to see and feel the plane speed down the 
runway and slowly lift up into the air.  I felt like we were floating as 
we gained altitude.

We circled the airport several times until we were high in the air and 
heading over the city toward my home town.  Joe thought it would 
be nice if we flew over Ralph's old family home so I could see it from 
above.  It was a sight to remember.  I did not recognize it at first, 
until Joe pointed out the neighborhood to me.

Before we landed, Joe let me feel the controls and see how it would 
be to fly the plane.  When Joe landed I thought it was a little bumpy.  
It was not long before we were back on the ground and ready to 
depart the aircraft.

Joe asked, "Would like to help me put the plane to bed for the night?"  
I was not sure what he meant, but agreed to help.  The plane was 
slowly towed by a small truck, into a large building, he called a 
hanger.  After the plane was in place, the truck driver disconnected, 
Joe and I closed a pair of very large doors to protect the plane from 
the weather of the season.

When the doors were closed and locked, Joe plugged the plane into 
an electric outlet to charge the batteries and keep it warm or 
something like that.  He told me that we could spend more time 
together in the plane, if I wanted to or we could go back to the office.

I told Joe I would rather visit the plane again another time since it 
was getting late and I was hungry.  He agreed that we ought go to his 
apartment to get something to eat before returning to the office.  
With the shortness of daylight it was still early as it got dark.

We wandered out toward the airport gate and Joe called for a ride 
back to the club.  The car picked us up a few minutes later and 
delivered us to the parking lot at the side of the main club building.  
Joe had arranged to leave his sports car parked there for the ride to 
his home.

Until that time I had never visited Joe's apartment.  It took only a 
few minutes to arrive at a row of two story brick buildings.  Joe 
drove up to the front of one of the buildings and parked the car.  
Before we got out he asked, "What are you hungry for?  I have some 
fried chicken.  Would you like it or should I go get something else?"  

I told Joe, "I like chicken."

We got out of the car, he locked it up and we walked up a walkway 
with neat rows of hedges on either side.  Joe took a key from his 
pocket, opened the door, put his hand upon my shoulder and invited 
me into his place.  It was surprising how neat and clean the place 
was.  He told me later, that he had maid service, because he never 
found time to clean his apartment.

Joe told me to make myself at home while he got food ready to eat.  
While I waited, Joe told me I could look at books or whatever I 
wanted to do.  I excused myself and asked for the bathroom to 
relieve myself and wash before we ate.  It was not long before I 
could smell the odor of food cooking.  

When I opened the bathroom door I could see that Joe had the food 
on the stove and was closing the window curtains and shades.  After 
he had finished his chore, he excused himself to change into more 
comfortable clothing before for the meal.

Shortly, Joe returned dressed in a blue terry cloth evening robe.  He 
went directly to the kitchen to check on the food.  I waited in the 
living room, until he called me to the dining area to eat with him.  
The meal was simple.  It consisted of a bowl with hot rolls with real 
butter, a platter of hot chicken pieces, a small salad and a pitcher of 
milk.

The table had a glass top that allowed me to see under and around 
the items on the table.  Joe sat nearly across the table from me.  It 
was easy to see that he had removed all of his under clothing before 
he put on his robe.  As we ate I could, at times, view most of his 
nude crotch.

Occasionally, Joe would reach under the table to run his hand into his 
crotch to itch himself.  At those times I got a good view of his private 
parts.  I tried not to notice so as to enjoy my meal, but it was difficult 
not to see that he was getting me heated up by the end of the meal.

When Joe finished his meal by drinking the last of his glass of milk, 
he opened up his legs and robe to reveal his wonderful erection 
through the blue of his robe.  He said to me, "Now, what would you 
like for desert or would you rather have me first?"  I thought he 
would never get around to what I was admiring most of all.

Before I could respond to his suggestion,  Joe slid back his chair, 
stood up and opened his robe to expose blond pubic hair from his 
crotch all the way up to his chest, just between his dark pink nipples.  
From between his crotch stood his erect skinless penis with a pair of 
blond haired testicles tightly hanging below.

It was easy to see that the evening was getting hot inside that 
apartment in spite of the cold air outside.  Joe moved closer to me as 
I sat and enjoyed the view of his white body and blondish red hair.  
I felt the desire to rube my hand up the front of his body and 
between his legs, but I knew it would come to it in time.

Joe asked me to stand up so he could undo my clothes and remove 
them from me.  I thought the dining room would not be the best 
place, but did not attempt to stop his desire to strip me of my 
clothing.  I stood up for his pleasure and he knelt down toward the 
floor to more easily reach me.

He unsnapped my pants, moved his fingers down the button of my 
fly and let them fall to the floor.  I stepped out of them for him and 
he placed them upon the chair I had just been sitting upon.  In one 
quick pass, Joe slid down my undershorts to allow my hot young 
penis to pop out and delight my friend with his mouth and tongue.

I was proud to display an amount of new pubic hair of my own.  It 
was much darker than that of Joe.  I would say that it was a light to 
medium brown color and soft to the touch.  My friend enjoyed the 
feel of the hair around my testicles and stiff penis.  He seemed to 
enjoy the feel of running his fingers through it as he sucked my 
penis and testicles in and out of his hot wet mouth.

It was not long before Joe had me humping in and out of his mouth 
as he pressed my crotch into his face.  The excitement was far too 
much for me and I was sure Joe knew it.  Before I let my load go, he 
stopped and presented his hard shaft for my pleasure.

Before I was able to accept it, Joe took me in his strong arms and 
moved me into the living room where he deposited me on the couch.  
There he had me get up and lay down upon him, as he laid upon a 
soft blanket placed on a thick carpet, so he could let his shaft slip up 
between my legs and rub my testicles.  The feel of his hair against 
my body and crotch helped me to get even hotter.  

Before I was able to get too hot and let out my juices, Joe asked, "You 
ready to have me for desert?"  

I told him, "I'm ready for whatever you want, Joe."

Joe rolled over upon his side allowing me to slide off from him onto 
the soft blanket as he got up from the floor.  Gently he bent over, 
reached his hands down to mine and helped me up to a standing 
position.  

Joe motioned for me to follow him into his large bed room with a 
very large bed against the outside wall of the room.  The room was 
furnished with what looked to be old things.  Once in the room, Joe 
finished undressing me by removing the remaining upper clothing 
from my body.  His touch caused me to feel very warm within my 
body.

With his gesture, I sat upon the edge of the bed as Joe stood up 
against me with his erect penis proceeding him.  Without mentioning 
it, he was ready for me to take his love tool into my mouth.  Slowly, I 
reached out to feel his hot testicles and shaft as he came even closer 
to my mouth with his shaft.

My instincts let my mouth wrap around the head of his throbbing 
hot shaft.  I allowed the head to get very moist before I sucked it 
deeper into my mouth.  By then there was enough moisture to wet 
the whole of his shaft and I did so by pressing my face into his 
abdomen.  The hair above his penis tickled my nose a bit, so I 
wiggled it to relieve the feeling.

Joe's shaft was hot and hard.  I allowed it to be thrust deep into my 
throat until I could barely breath.  With every inward thrust it 
would restrict my breathing until the shaft moved outward enough 
for me to grab a breath of air.  It was such an automatic process that 
I did not realize it happened that way.

After a few minutes of my sitting upon the bed with Joe half 
standing up in front of me, he decided it would be more comfortable 
if he and I were both on the bed.  I agreed to positioning ourselves 
so as to be able to suck each other.

Joe laid down and I positioned myself over him.  He used his hands 
to help hold me up from his face while he used his mouth and tongue 
to enjoy my crotch and its contents.

Once Joe got comfortable with me over him, I made my way back to 
sucking his shaft.  I suspended my upper body with the support of 
my elbows and upper arms.  With my neck, I flexed my head up and 
down over the subject in my mouth.  

In a very few minutes I was ready to let go of my love juices.  I 
lifted my head and slid Joe's penis from my mouth long enough to let 
him know that I was ready.  He told me to hold back for a minute 
more until he was ready to join me.  

Of course, when he stopped sucking me, I began to loose my 
stimulation.  That was just what was needed to delay my ejection for 
a time, until Joe picked up his mouth work upon me.  As he did I 
could feel his shaft begin to swell and harden.  The tube on the 
bottom side filled up and expelled hot juices into the back of my 
mouth and throat.  

I swallowed hard and fast to keep up with the sudden blast of 
semen.  When I got control of the situation, the excitement caused 
my own ejection.  I let go with as powerful a thrust as a lad of twelve 
could do.  I was sure my young juices must have been a delight to 
Joe.  He moved his tongue around my penis head swiftly to catch all 
that was offered.  While in motion with his tongue, he put the 
pressure on by sucking harder and squeezing his lips around my 
shaft to get all the semen possible from me.

I was content with the load I had and did not want more than what I 
could get away with.  The taste of semen would at times gag me so to 
eliminate the taste I did as Joe had taught me some time before.  He 
told me to swallow hard and fast to keep up with the semen flow.  I 
also came to know what he meant about being able to have the head 
thrust down a bit into my throat.

When Joe let my penis go from his mouth, I knew it was time for me 
to let him go.  I quickly raised my head to get my mouth free of any 
semen taste and glance down upon a very dark red penis head 
staring back at me.  The slit in the head oozed with a bit of semen 
left from the adventure.  

It was tempting to have it pressed back against the back of my 
mouth to experience the feel of his penis in my mouth and run my 
tongue around and under the head.  At the times when I did that to 
Joe he would thrill to the sensation.

All this while, Ralph was working at Joe's office.  When Joe had 
rested a little longer and we had rubbed each other's body for a time, 
he slowly got up to phone his office to see if he was needed or would 
he be able to stay home and sit with me longer.

Ralph informed Joe that he was nearly finished for the evening and 
would continue the next morning.  He told Joe that he could pick me 
up soon if I was getting in his way for the evening.  Joe told Ralph 
that he had extra room and would not mind if I stayed over.  Ralph 
thought that would be fine with him and allow him more time to do 
things before going to the hotel for the night.

We had both known Joe for some time and were not concerned about 
me staying over with him.  In fact Joe had stayed with us a few 
times before.  That would give us a relaxing night together to enjoy 
each other.

Soon after hanging up from talking to Ralph, the phone rang.  On the 
other end was a friend of Joe's who wanted to know if he could visit 
with him.  At first he thought that it might not be a good idea with 
me there.  He looked at me and I indicated that I did not mind if his 
friend wanted to visit.

Not long after the call at about eight o'clock, Joe's friend, Walter, rang 
the door bell.  It had given Joe and I time to take a quick shower and 
dress before the company arrived.  Walter was twenty-one and a 
dark complected, rough looking guy.  He seemed to be someone I 
would not want to cross.

Joe introduced me as the son of his accountant who was visiting him 
for the night.  Walter did not seem to be too concerned about me 
being there.  He continued visiting with Joe as if I was not there.  I 
went into the bed room and amused myself with comic books.

At one point Walter asked to use the bathroom off Joe's bed room.  
As he used the bathroom he continued a loud conversation with Joe 
and I could see that he did not bother to close the door. 

I had been laying of the edge of Joe's large bed when Walter came in 
to use the bathroom and sheepishly, I looked past the comic book to 
see Walter standing over the toilet urinating.  I was a bit amused 
that Walter did not bother to close the door before he relieved 
himself.

Again he seemed not to pay any attention to me being there.  He 
continued urinating and stroke himself at the end to get the drops off 
his penis head before putting it inside his trousers.  It seemed to me 
that he might have been either showing off or not thoughtful at all 
about it.

Walter flushed the toilet, filed out of the bathroom without washing 
his hands, finished his conversation with Joe and left for the night.  
Joe entered the bed room shortly afterward, proceeded to the 
bathroom, got ready for bed, came out and over to the bed where I 
had been lying at that time.

Joe briefly explained that his rough friend was not really all that he 
seemed to be, but had a difficult life and was used to acting tough.  
He told me he was ready for bed and suggested that I could get 
ready.  I went to the bathroom to prepare for bed, while Joe read for 
a short time from some notebook he had removed from his bed 
stand.

I came back to find him writing.  He looked up at me, put away his 
notebook and asked, "Are we going to do it raw tonight?"  

I said, "Why not."  Joe got off the bed, removed all his closing, pulled 
back the covers and got into the bed.  I did the same and we went off 
to sleep nude.

After awaking in the morning, I found that Joe was up and doing 
breakfast.  I got up and heard him call out to me, "Don't bother 
dressing.  I like you that way.  We can enjoy breakfast with it all 
hanging out.  Does that not sound good?"  

I agreed.  We had breakfast in the nude, got dressed afterward and 
drove off to his office together.  Ralph meet us there.  They discussed 
business for a few minutes before Ralph and I left for home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SUMMER 1953
AGE TWELVE
RALPH'S EXPOSURE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~12.3
I saw Ralph nude when I was doing my cleaning chores in the 
bathroom one Saturday morning in the Summer of 1953.  He entered 
the bathroom and asked, "Will I interrupt your cleaning chores if I 
take a quick shower before I leave?"  

I indicated, "I can leave and come back when you are done." 

"Just finish cleaning what you are doing before you leave", he 
instructed me.

Ralph undressed right there in front of me.  I had seen him often in 
night clothes, but seldom nude.  He took off his bath robe and hooked 
it on the door hock, leaving him in his lower pajamas .  I could see a 
great amount of brown under arm hair as he reached up to the door 
hook.  

Without hesitation he swiftly lowered his Pajamas and shorts at the 
same time and put them on the hamper.  He was facing the door with 
his rear toward me.  Immediately I got excited at the thought of 
seeing him as he turned around to get into the shower.  

When he turned it seemed as if it was in slow motion.  His penis and 
testicles hung freely in front of him as if they were a special showing 
for me.  I saw all that great amount of pubic hair surrounding them.  
I tried not to appear to look at him because of embarrassment.  He 
turned on the water, waited a moment, rubbed his testicles, glanced 
at me, winked and entered the tub for his shower.

I really wondered, if that was the usual feeling that boys had.  I also 
wondered if those were the things that would always get me excited.  
I thought a minute about girls.  I wondered if they had similar 
experiences with each other and when would I get interested in 
them.  

I wondered if I would be interested in guys forever or would those 
boyish feelings subside with time.  My Cousin Ronnie was dating a 
young woman from his high school.  So he must have passed through 
that stage of life.  I did not really dislike girls.  It was just that none 
of them got me excited as boys did.  In fact, most girls turned me off.  
It did not seem to have anything to do with having sisters and no 
brother.

After my brief pondering, I made haste to remove myself from the 
bathroom before I was caught in my aroused mood.  Sometime later 
my thoughts of Ralph and other guys caused me to relieve myself in 
my usual method of masturbating by hand while sitting on the toilet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
JULY 1953
AGE TWELVE
SUMMER SWIM
NEIGHBOR PAUL AND COUSIN MICHAEL
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~12.4
It was July of 1953, time again for the family summer gathering.  
That year, as in the past, I had room mates.  Being twelve, I occupied 
more space in my bed and limited the amount of room and bed 
mates.  Two other boys shared the bed with me that summer, but the 
most erotic events of the summer took place outside of the bedroom.

The whole of the third floor was occupied by boys and young men.  
The bathroom and shower were very busy and open to traffic all day 
and night.  There were times while I was in the bath room that other 
boys used it as well.  It thrilled me to see them naked, getting in and 
out of the shower.  Sometimes I would be sitting on the toilet or 
cleaning the bathroom when others used it.

Late one night when I quietly went to the bathroom and sat there 
half asleep I discovered there was someone in the shower.  I heard 
moaning and a few minutes later the water shut off and an older 
cousin from the other bed room stepped out without expecting me 
there.  I could see that his penis was red from activity and nearly 
erect.  He promptly retreated back into the shower until I finished 
and left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another hot summer day, Paul, a neighborhood boy, I often visited 
with, came by to ask if I would like to go to our favorite swimming 
spot.  Other boys heard Paul asking and wanted to go with us.  I felt 
it was up to Paul, since he was doing the inviting.  I looked at him 
and asked, "What do you think?"  

He said, "I think it might be fun.  How about you?"  

I told him, "It's okay with me if it is with you.  But it will be up to 
their parents too."

Several of the boys asked and got permission from their parents to 
go swimming with Paul and me.  The one concern was something to 
wear.  Paul convinced them they would be comfortable in their 
undershorts.  They gathered up towels and undershorts and we 
headed up the road to swim.  I did not know what to expect of Paul 
because we usually swam in the nude.

Paul and I walked and talked boy things with three other boys.  Two 
of them were a little older and the other about was the same age as 
me.  It took about fifteen or twenty minutes to walk the mile or so 
up the road from home.  When we got there the other boys removed 
their clothing except their undershorts and went into the warm, 
inviting clear water.  Paul and I did the same knowing we could 
dress without undershorts to go home.

When we finished our swim Paul told me to send the others home 
ahead of us.  I told the older boys to go alone ahead of us and we 
would be along soon.  Paul and I took our time swimming so to 
encourage the others to get along before us.  

Soon they were gone and Paul came over to me and said, "I thought 
you might be in the mood for some hot summer fun."  I agreed I was.  
He rubbed me and I rubbed him.  Still in the water, I lowered my 
undershorts and tossed them to the shore and Paul did the same 
with his.  We swam around a bit more in the nude fondling each 
other at times before we decided to get out.  

While I was swimming the length of the pool of water and Paul was 
about to get out we had unexpected company.  One of the older boys 
thought the had left something behind and came back to search.  To 
his surprise he found us nude.  He appeared so quietly and quickly, 
there was no time to respond.  I stopped and stayed in the water to 
hide my erection from view, but it was too late for Paul.  He was 
caught with his erection exposed.  

The young man, cousin Michael, was about a year older than me and 
a little larger.  I was not familiar with his body except when he 
changed before leaving and was not sure what his reaction would be.  

He immediately asked, "Am I interrupting anything?"  

Paul said, "Like what.  Our swimming?"  

Michael was embarrassed having asked and commented, "I came 
back because I thought I lost my pocket notebook here, but I might 
have left it at the house.  Maybe I should leave you guys alone."  

Immediately Paul said, "No need.  Look around before you leave or 
you can join us.  We enjoy swimming the raw.  I always have and I 
don't care who knows.  It feels so natural to me."  

Michael added, "It looks relaxed."   

Paul invited, "Come on in and join our natural swim party.  I am sure 
no one will miss you for a few minutes."

Michael took up the invitation and undressed completely before he 
entered the water.  He swam around for awhile as he watched us 
closely.  I wondered what he was thinking about Paul and me.  Paul 
suggested we play tag in the water.  Michael agreed as did I.  

We played and touched each other back and forth.  As time went on 
Paul got closer to Michael to see his reaction to his touch.  Paul got a 
noticeable erection touching each of us and did not try to hide it.  

As the game continued Paul caught Michael from behind and stuck 
his hand up between his legs.  I thought Michael would be upset with 
Paul's approach, but Michael turned around and did the same to Paul 
from his front.  Paul enjoyed that response and continued to play 
with Michael until his penis was erect.  Paul invited me over to 
participate in the touching game.  I was not sure of the reaction 
Michael might have to me so I held back some.  

Michael came at me and grabbed me in the crotch and convinced me 
he meant business.  I grabbed him back and caught his penis in my 
hand.  He said, "Keep it up."  He reached over to me and fondled me 
as I did the same to him.  

Paul took notice of the activity and joined in by rubbing each crotch 
in turn.  He asked Michael,  "Do you like to take it from the rear?"  

Michael said, "I think it is the best way."  

Paul told him, "Bend over and play with yourself while I give it to 
you."  Michael bent down toward my penis and I pushed forward in 
his direction.  I was higher toward the shore, making it easier for 
him and Paul to perform with each other.  Paul said, "It may hurt a 
little without any lubricant."  

Michael said, "That's okay, I can take it dry.  The water will help."

Paul pushed in and Michael moaned a bit at first.  He moved in and 
out of Michael while Michael fondled me.  Paul reached around 
Michael and pumped his penis for a time.  It was not long before 
Paul reached his climax, gave out a loud groan and said, "Here it 
comes.  Ready or not."  

Michael said, "Uh, it feels so good."

When Paul finished, he pulled out, rinsed off in the water and 
Michael straightened up, turned and asked, "Paul, would you like me 
to do that for you?"  

Paul bent over and held his knees and said, "I'm ready when you 
are."  

Michael said to Paul, "Let's move deeper in the water and do it."  

Paul said, "That sounds good."

They both moved to where the water just covered Paul's lower 
buttock and rectum.  Michael moved in close to Paul, grabbed his 
waist and pulled himself into position to allow his penis to meet 
Paul's rectum.  Michael rubbed his penis up and down between 
Paul's buttocks before he pushed into him.  I could see the 
expression of pain on Paul's face as Michael entered him at first.  
Michael asked, "Are you okay?"  

Paul responded with, "Just fine.  What's keeping you?  I'm waiting 
for you.  Put it to me, boy." 

Michael said, "You asked for it." and stabbed Paul forward with the 
thrust of his penis.  

Paul caught his balance and said, "Be careful or we swim."

Michael adjusted in and out a few times before he picked up his 
strokes.  Each time Michael moved in and out I could see his soft firm 
testicles flop around in the water.  

Paul asked me, "Are you going to just stand around and watch or are 
you going to join us?"  

I asked, "What can I do until you both finish?"  

He said, "Ask Michael.  He's our leader here."  I knew Paul was just 
saying that to get a response from Michael.  

Michael injected, "What about adding yourself to me?"  

I liked that idea and asked, "You won't mind it again."  

"Heck, no," said Michael.  "That's what it's there for."

I brought my hard one up to the rear of Michael and rubbed his 
buttocks with it a few minutes.  The prejuices were washed off on 
him as I rubbed.  I moved closer and held onto him before I 
penetrated his rectum.  It felt so very hot and firm but not too tight.  
At first, I held on and enjoyed the feel inside him.  As he moved in 
and out of Paul it took me a few times to get into motion with them.  

About the time I was in motion with them, Michael announced,  
"Hold onto me and push in hard.  I am about ready to let loose."  I 
held onto him as hard as I could as he pumped in and out faster 
before he suddenly stopped and pushed himself into Paul for the last 
time before he let go of his juices.

Michael stopped, breathed heavy and said to me, "Now it is your 
turn.  Make it quick before we are missed."  It did not take me long 
to unload.  I half pulled out as I released, making a mess over 
Michael and myself.  

As I released, Michael held tight to Paul and said, "I like the way you 
feel in me.  I wish I knew about you guys earlier.  This is better than 
doing it alone."  Paul and I agreed.  

I pulled out and the three of us cleaned up, dressed and left for 
something to eat at home.  We were all tired, thirsty and hungry.  
Paul, Michael and I got away once more the next week before the 
party ended and everyone went home until the next year.
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FALL 1953
AGE TWELVE - EIGHTH GRADE
PUBLIC JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL
STEVE AND MR. MACK
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~12.5Ã
It was quite an adjustment for me to go to public school again.  There 
were many more students and perhaps some interesting adventures.  
I could not say I was popular by any means.  
	
Being the new kid on the block put me in a difficult position.  Except 
for the few classmates from the private school, I was a stranger to 
most everyone.
	
Steve, a previous classmate, was placed on our school's cross country 
team.  He was fast, but I remember being able to beat him on a short 
run across the school soccer field in the fall 1953.  
	
Someone noticed the event and reported it to the gymnastics teacher.  
The teacher, Mr. Mack, called me into his office just as I was about to 
go into the locker room and take a shower.  I had no idea what he 
wanted and was a bit nervous about the visit.
	
After a few questions about myself and the school I had attended 
before, he mentioned he wanted to try me out for, what he called, 
sprinting.  I had no idea what he was talking about until after he 
explained and it was something he was trying to organize.
	
He said if I was any good, he could pit me against others in the school 
to start a small group of sprinters.  He asked if I would be interested 
in the challenge.  I indicated I would have to check with my family 
before making any commitment.  I did tell him, I was interested and 
would encourage my family's approval.
	
I told Steve and he suggested that he could be with me as I tried to 
explain to my family what sprinting was and how I could be part of a 
school team.  We agreed to a time to meet with my family that week.
	
Ralph and mother usually agreed to discuss things by themselves 
before coming up with an answer.  Steve helped by taking on a few 
questions I was not able to answer.  We openly discussed the idea 
and they agreed to let me try out for sprinting.

In the following weeks, I spent extra time after school and on some 
Saturdays as I trained as a sprinter.  It was not as easy and fun as it 
was when I raced Steve across the school ball field.
	
Mr. Mack had me being careful about the things I ate and drank 
while in training.  He kept me pumped up most of the time about 
how well I was doing.  

On one occasion, Steve was training after school, later than usual.  He 
asked me to meet him after that so we could compare some class 
notes.

I do not know if he forgot I was going to meet him or not.  After 
looking around the hallways and a couple of classrooms and not 
finding him, I assumed he was late, so I went to the gym to find him.
	
Surprisingly, the gym door was closed and locked.  I looked in the 
door window and could see what looked like Steve's jacket and books 
on the bleacher.  The janitor was near by, around the corner in the 
hall.   I explained why I was there and asked him if I could look for 
Steve in the locker room.

He opened the locker door, we heard water running in the shower 
room and let me go in.  I thought I would quietly surprise Steve, but 
instead he surprised me.

He and Mr. Mack were in the shower together.  As I backed off so not 
to be seen, I observed Steve embracing Mr. Mack around his waist 
and sucking the teacher's hard shaft in and out of his mouth.  
	
Steve's head was held tightly by the sporty teacher's hands.  At first 
I could not tell if it was something Steve was doing willingly or not.  
Frozen there in an awesome stupor, I stood back in the shadows and 
watched for only a few minutes.
	
Suddenly, it dawned on me that I did not want to be caught there.  I 
could not imagine what the response to my presence would mean to 
them.  Ever so slowly, I moved back to the entrance to the locker 
room and slipped out into the gym.
	
After that time I had very mixed feelings about Steve and Mr. Mack.  
I was not sure what those feelings really were.  Some thoughts 
disappointed me while others got me excited.
	
Before I could make up my mind I knew I needed to find out for 
myself what Steve's feelings and relationship were with Mr. Mack.  
Surely, I could not come out and ask such questions.  I needed to find 
a way to spend some time alone with Steve and Mr. Mack to know 
how they would react to me in a similar situation.
	
Since I often stayed after school for sprinting practice, I thought I 
could stay later some night with either Steve or Mr. Mack in the 
locker room and shower.  I was nervous about the possibilities, but 
knew I just needed to find out.
	
Part of my plan was set one late Saturday afternoon, when I knew all 
the other boys had left the school.  Mr. Mack's office was off the gym 
and next to the shower room.  He could hear the water running from 
his office.
	
All I thought I needed to do was continue to shower until Mr. Mack 
came into the shower area to check me out.  It sounded simple and it 
worked to a point.
	
He came into the locker room, looked at me, told me I should hurry 
home so my parents would not be worried and he left.  I could not 
tell if he had any feeling about the situation or not.
	
The next part of my plan was to get Steve alone in a compromising 
situation.  I was not sure if Steve would like to visit me some night 
or not.  I knew I had to try.
	
A few days later I got up enough nerve to invite Steve over to visit 
for the evening and maybe stay over.  To my pleasant surprise Steve 
agreed to my invitation.  We set a time, providing our parents 
agreed.
	
My parents called Steve's parents to talk with them before anything 
was decided.  A Saturday night was agreed upon as the best time for 
me to have Steve visit.
	
Steve and I planned to practice at the school and go to my home 
from there.  When the time came we decided to walk and talk rather 
than ride home with Mother.  It gave me a little time to get used to 
being alone with Steve and get a feeling for him.
	
I had not had Steve to visit over night before and he was really 
impressed with the old house.  After showing him around the outside 
and the down stairs, I suggested we could go up to my room and 
clean up before dinner.
	
Steve was a little taller than me.  He was not what I recall as muscle 
bound at all.  His muscles were tight but not large.
	
I changed my shoes, washed up some in the bath room, and then 
waited in my room for Steve to use the facilities.  That evening we 
found plenty enough to discuss things about school or running.
	
After dinner, Ralph shared stories with us as he usually liked to do 
with us children in the evenings.  At about nine-thirty, I decided I 
was ready to rest my tired bones.  Steve agreed to join me up stairs.
	
On the way up to my room I asked Steve if he minded sharing the 
bed with me or would he rather sleep in the spare room alone.  He 
informed me that he preferred not to sleep alone and tried to sleep 
with his older brother every night when he was younger.
	
I asked if his older brother minded him sleeping with him.  He said 
that his brother liked to have someone to play with at night.  I 
thought I understood what he meant, but acted as if I did not.
	
When we were alone in my room, Steve, explained to me that when 
he was about five or six his brother would fondle him when he put 
him to bed.  I partly pretended and was interestingly surprised.
	
I asked if his older brother still slept with him.  He said his brother 
stopped it when he was about nine and had recently married.  That 
had ended those adventures.
	
I ventured to asked if he missed the attention he used to get from 
his brother.  Steve said he did for awhile, but his interest changed to 
running.  Of course, I wondered if the his coach had anything to do 
with it.
	
Shortly into our conversation, we undressed and got ready for bed.  
The room was warm as usual, so I stripped down to my underwear.  
Steve did the same.  I hoped I could remove more, but held back my 
desires for the while.
	
We talked a while longer after getting into bed and turning off the 
room light.  The conversation conveniently turned to relationships 
and girls.  Steve felt he was too involved with other matters to bring 
girls into his life.
	
I asked if he liked any particular girl.  He said he was fond of one but 
did not think she knew he was alive.  We both agreed that girls were 
different and we did not want to waste time on them  at that time in 
our lives.
	
As the conversation moved along, the subject of body and nudity 
came up.  Steve confessed that he enjoyed seeing the human body 
exposed.  I confessed that I did not like to wear clothing to bed and 
only did so when I had to.
	
Steve asked if I would be more comfortable if he slept in the other 
room so I could undress completely.  I told him I enjoyed his 
company for the night.
	
To my delight, he suggested that I could remove my underclothing 
under the cover of darkness and he would not say anything to 
anyone.  I asked if he was sure it would not bother him.  He said the 
best part about sleeping with his older brother was when they was 
nude in bed.  I did not catch all of what he was saying until later that 
night.
	
I slowly slid to my edge of the bed and removed my undershirt.  I 
laid back down and said nothing for a few minutes.  Steve quietly 
asked if he could do the same.  I told him it was up to him, if he felt 
comfortable doing so.
	
Steve got up from the bed, took off his undershirt and put it on the 
floor next to the bed.  He sat down and before he got into bed he 
stood briefly and lowered his undershorts to the floor.
	
The thrill of Steve laying next to me nude was overwhelming.  I 
could feel the blood rushing to my ever expanding penis and my 
heart pounded with excitement.
	
Steve laid there next to me quiet and motionless for what seemed a 
very long time.  We laid there still for about ten minutes before I felt 
Steve roll over a little in my direction of the bed.
	
With his head next to my ear, I could hear his deep restful breathing.  
A few minutes later he moved over a bit closer to me and placed his 
hand in the middle of my sensitive chest.  Emotions began to stir 
deep within my body.  
	
My erection stretched at my undershorts as if seeking a way out.  My 
testicles were tight and sweating with a full load of semen.  I wanted 
to unstick my genitals from my crotch but felt I did not want to 
make any movement until Steve finished his moves.
	
Involuntarily, it seems, my free hand went quickly down to my 
crotch to move things to a more comfortable position.  As I did so 
Steve's hand slid down my body until it reached my waist line.  In 
the same motion, Steve pushed his crotch into the side of my leg.  
	
I felt his hot throbbing penis against the side of my leg.  My arm was 
pressed and stuck under my side and I had a very strong desire to 
free it.  Having moved my hand a bit I discovered I could not get it 
free from between us unless I moved myself away from Steve first.
	
The last thing I wanted to do was to move away from Steve.  After a 
few seconds I realized I might be able to wiggle my hand enough for 
Steve to get the hint that I wanted to get it free.
	
It worked, sort of.  He moved his lower leg back from me enough to 
let my arm free, but at the same time rolled further onto me.  When 
he did that, his genitals fell down between us and, of course, upon 
my lower arm and wrist.
	
In trying to move my hand free, I was forced to brush my arm and 
hand against his wanton genitals.  I tried unsuccessfully to free my 
hand and arm.  
	
While I tried to free my arm, Steve pressed his hand down and over 
my hot sweaty crotch.  He rubbed his hand back and forth.  I knew 
he meant business.  With that, I felt I had nothing to lose if I reached 
up with my captured hand and fondle his pressing genitals.
	
I reached my hand up to find a moist penis head awaiting my touch.  
Steve made deep sounds from within his chest as my hand met his 
penis.  I was sure he wanted and expected that response as he 
rubbed my genitals and rolled further over upon my body.
	
Steve softly said, "Thanks for inviting me here for the night.  What 
would you like to do with what you have in your hand?  I know 
what I want to do with you."
	
The responsiveness of Steve sent me back for a few seconds before I 
was able to answer, "What do you have in mind to do with me?"
	
"I would not mind if you put your hard penis up my rear," was 
Steve's suggestion to my inquiry.  

I welcomed the chance to tell him, "That sounds okay with me."
	
With my response, Steve rolled over onto his side of the bed and 
threw off the bed covers.  I was able to see somewhat from the night 
light that my bed companion was erect and ready to play around 
with me.
	
Steve asked, "Do you have anything to lube with?"  At that point in 
time, I thought to myself, that Steve must have had a bit more 
experience with this sort of thing then I expected.  

"Yes", I said as I quickly bounded toward my drawer of supplies 
containing lubricant that would work for such an occasion.
	
Still wearing my undershorts, I walked over to the bed side where 
Steve was sitting and handed a jar to him.  He reached out for the 
lamp at the side of the bed, turned it on and then took the jar from 
my hand.  
	
Steve inquired, "Do you want me to lube you or should you do it as 
you enter me?"  

I told him, "How do you usually do it?"  

Steve stated, "I would like to lube you first and put some up me just 
as you penetrate me."
	
It dawned on me that I needed to dispose of my undershorts before 
we could begin our encounter.  Upon looking down, I could see that 
my erection was bulging from within my undershorts.  I put my 
hands upon my waist band, hesitated for a few seconds and looked at 
Steve to see what he was looking at.  He was patiently waiting for me 
to finish undressing before he lubricated my penis.
	
The thought of Steve touching my sensitive penis and its head gave 
me more incentive to remove my undershorts and inspired my 
crotch even more.  I slid my hands down the sides of my upper legs 
until my undershorts fell down the rest of the way on their own.
	
To Steve's view I exposed an erected penis, full testicles and soft 
dark pubic hair.  Steve viewed my nudeness for a few seconds before 
he removed the jar cover, reached in a finger and pulled out a gob of 
lubricant.  He reached to me with his hand as I moved closer to him.  
His finger of lubricant touched the upper part of my shaft about half 
way up to the head.  It felt cool to the touch after building up so 
much heat in my underwear.  
	
Steve put aside the jar and reached out to hold my penis in his hand 
somewhat like a hot dog getting spread with mustard and catsup.  
The sensation was getting me very hot and Steve knew I was ready 
to penetrate his rectum.
	
When Steve had sufficiently lubricated my penis to his satisfaction, 
he stood up, turned around in front of me, bent over the bed, 
reached his finger into the jar again, took out a goodly amount of 
lubricant, reached his hand behind himself and poked his finger up 
inside his anal canal.  He rubbed it around within himself just long 
enough to clean his finger of the substance.
	
Steve stood for a time, only long enough to find his undershirt, to 
wipe off his finger.  Without further delay, Steve bent over again, 
balanced himself over the side of the bed on his chest, reached both 
hands behind himself and grabbed each butt check in hand.  He 
spread them open and invited me to stick my penis into his waiting 
rectum.
	
I could see that fine pubic hair beginning to grow in or around the 
opening.  The opening itself was rough looking flesh of a dark red or 
light brown color.  As Steve spread his checks open, the flesh was 
seen to open like ugly wrinkled lips.  The lubricant caused the 
opening to glisten in the light.
	
Upon approaching Steve's rectum, I thought I could see it quiver and 
when I touched it with my penis I knew I saw it quiver.  The touch 
caused my excited penis to jump a bit with anticipation.  
	
Steve just stuck his buttocks up in the air open for my penis as he 
bent over the bed.  I pressed my hard penis closer into that opening 
between his checks.  At first it slipped down just below its mark.  I 
adjusted upward, felt the penis head fall into the center of the 
opening and pressed into Steve's hot rectum until my penis head 
popped in past the tight muscles.
	
The pressure around my shaft, as I pressed further into Steve's 
rectum, felt very strong, but was not a match for my inward 
pressure and all the lubricant.  I let my full five and a half inches of 
shaft slip completely into Steve's anal canal and waited for the 
muscles to tighten in around it.  The thrill was nearly enough to 
cause me to fire off my semen load.
	
Quickly I held onto Steve's hips and picked up a pace of motion in 
and out of him.  It was difficult for me to hold back very long.  The 
thrill of ejaculation came soon.  I bothered to let Steve know I was 
ready.  He informed me that he hoped he could feel my unloading 
into the deep reaches of his inner body.
	
After an exhausting few more humps in and out of Steve, I let go of 
what I had.  As I let go I breathlessly asked, "Did you feel the juices 
enter you?"  

Steve replied, "I felt something warm enter into me.  Keep pumping 
harder into me until you go soft.  Don't stop until you fall out soft."

	
I did as Steve asked and pumped in and out of him long after the 
unloading of my semen.  In a few minutes my penis ran of blood and 
softened.  It slipped out for the last time and I could not get it to 
reenter.
	
When I stood back Steve turned around with his very hard, hot and 
red penis looking like it was ready to explode.  He asked, "What 
should I do about this?" and he put his hand around his shaft to 
make a point.
	
I told him, "What would you want to do about it?"  In a very 
romantic way he said to me, "I would like it if you would make love 
to it.  I can lay down on the bed and you can kiss my hot spots and 
make love to it with your mouth.  Would you do that for me?  If you 
cannot I will understand.  I suppose not everyone can do that sort of 
thing."
	
Innocently sounding I said, "I suppose I could try it.  Lay down so I 
can lay down next to you."  Steve laid his body down upon the bed so 
his head rested upon the pillow.  I took a pillow, moved it down on 
the other side of him next to his hip and laid down so my face was at 
his crotch.
	
Sheepishly, at first, I took his penis in my hand and held it for a time 
to feel the hard pressure that built up inside it.  The vains stood out 
as the blood flowed through them to support the erection.  Slowly, I 
allowed my mouth to contact the head.  There was a small amount of 
moisture at the tip just oozing from the slit.  I licked my tongue 
slowly across it and picked up the sweet flavor of precum juice.  The 
tongue motion excited Steve's penis even more.  The muscles within 
it tightened and caused the erected penis to lunge forward into my 
mouth.
	
Before I knew it, I had the whole head and part of the shaft in my 
mouth.  I sucked loudly and enjoyed the stiff muscle arch forward.  
It must have been about four and a half inches in length and not 
very great around.  The size was just perfect for my mouth.  The 
head extended just to the back of my mouth so as to take in the 
juices without tasting them.
	
Surprisingly, Steve held onto his juice for quite some time.  It was 
difficult for me to hold back very long at all.  I was envious of his 
ability to hold back so long and enjoy the pleasure of such lengthy 
foreplay.
	
At last, Steve lunged forward into my face.  His pubic hair came into 
contact with my nose and the base of his shaft at his sac touched my 
chin.  I had to move my nose around a bit to stop it from tickling.  
Once in control, I sucked the penis head far into the back of my 
mouth as far as I could get it to go and waited for the juice to flow up 
and out the end of the shaft.
	
My upper lips could feel the enlarging passageway as the fluid made 
its way up from the testicles into the shaft and on up to the head.  
His twelve year old penis did not have as great a flow as some older 
men, but the pressure was great.  The head spurted the semen from 
the back of my mouth on down into my throat.  I found myself 
choking a bit upon the lumps of semen as I was taught to swallow it 
hard and fast.
	
It was too much for me and I pulled off to my disappointment.  As I 
found myself explaining to Steve, "I am very sorry, I was not ready 
for all that you had.  Could we do it again some time so I can make it 
up to you?"
	
Steve said, "I am sorry you needed to pull off, but I can finish it or 
you can do more with you hand."  I immediately grabbed his muscle 
and pulled up and down on it.  The flow of semen had stopped and I 
could only see a small amount dripping down the shaft as I squeezed 
his upward shaft.
	
Again I told him I was very disappointed about being caught off 
guard with his load and all.  I also told him I wanted to try again in 
the morning if he wanted me to.  He told me he wanted to sleep on it.  
I think he was really turned off by then and I felt really bad about 
the whole thing.
	
He finished by cleaning up in the bathroom and returning to bed.  I 
did not feel I needed to go to the bathroom at that time but went 
through the motions before we went to bed.  Steve was going to put 
on his underwear, but I asked him if he would mind not doing it, so 
that I could suck on him before he went to sleep.  He said I did not 
need to do anything, but I told him that I wanted to do it for me.  He 
relented and allowed me to suck on him until we both fell asleep.
	
Come the next morning, Steve said I did not need to do anything 
more for him.  When he threw back the covers I could see that he 
was smiling and holding a very erect penis all ready for business.  

I looked at him and said, "Why not?"  

And he looked over at me and said, "Yes, why not!"
	
As he laid there that morning, I slid down upon him and sucked him 
until he was totally dry.  That was not to be the last time we had an 
encounter together.

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Submitted by Chucketal, Keene, NH 03431   © Copyright 2001 .  All 
rights reserved.
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