GROWING UP AND SEX
A True Story

I grew up on a dairy farm about five miles out from a large southern city during the great depression.  This is the story of my “coming of age” so to speak. 

I had my first sexual encounter with a female of the opposite sex when I was about eleven. It was with one of the twins that lived in the store down by the railroad bridge next to the farm I lived on.  Their names were Susan and Sharon.  Sharon was the one. We rode the same bus home from grammar school and one summer day, I just asked Sharon and she said sure so we got off the bus in an area close to the woods, went into the woods, found a secluded, grassy spot and did it.  She took off her dress and panties, she had no brassiere on, I removed my pants.  I remember she looked very young.  She had only a slight fuzz of red pubic hair and her breasts were little more than swollen auroras with nipples.  Her body was small and slim, her hair was strawberry blond and her skin was pail as redhead’s skin often is.  She lay down on the grass spread her legs and we went at it.  I entered her with no problem.  She was not a virgin.  I was too young and naive to realize that at the time and too hot to care.  I came in no time.  We dressed and walked home.  I had her maybe twice after that, why we did not do it more I don't know.  Years later, after the war she and I met one more time.  I was waiting on a bus to go to the farm.  She came by in a cut down hot rod and gave me a ride.  When we got to her place we had sex once again.  She was still very slim but very hot.  I never saw her again.

This was the time we were beginning to feel our oats.  We were passing through puberty and becoming sexually  active.  I remember at some where about eleven, my friends and I would go out to the woods, which were all around us then, and have masturbation contests.  We would try for the most ejaculation and try to shoot it the farthest.  I am not sure what aroused us but it was never a problem for us boys to get it up and whack it off.  I don't remember who won. I think it was a tie most of the time.  At those times we talked about girls and thought about them, even made ludicrous pictures of them but seldom had any. The closest we came was skinny dipping in the stream that ran through the farm.  There were about five of us that played and went to school together, girls and boys.  We never did anything more than feel up each other a little when at the swimming hole.

One warm spring day, the grammar school took my class on an all day trip to Lookout Mountain.  We went on a school bus, the big, yellow kind with hard seats  along the sides, not front to back.  We sat side by side and faced each other on the other side.  I was sitting with a little blond.  I don't remember her name.  When we got to the top and had the picnic dinner the teachers had brought, we all spread out on the mountain.  The blond went with me.  Well we climbed all over that mountain and down the trails one the side into some pretty secluded places.  We stopped to rest and she snuggled close to me.  It kind of scared me but it felt awfully good.  so I put my hand on her breast.  She didn't have much but it felt great.  She seemed to like it and I asked if I could take her panties off.  Well that was all she needed.  Up went  her dress and off came her panties.  I put my hand on her. She opened my pants and out I came all hard.  Well I put her  down on her back and we had sex right there.  I don't know if she enjoyed it but she seemed to have an awful lot of fun. I don't recall ever doing anything with her after that all though we stayed friends I think.

All through High School sex was sparse.  I only remember two times.  One with a girl in my class who was known as fast and the other, my first time with a prostitute.  The girls in High School were not very "fast". Very few of them "put out" and the boys didn't do much either.
You must remember, this was in the late thirties and in a small town.

The High School girl incident was only once and in the back seat of a car.  Awfully cramped but we did it .  Not much fun, just an accomplishment in those days.
The prostitute was more interesting as I look back on it.  I was spending a few days with close friend of mine who lived in the city.  We must have been thirteen or fourteen.  We were not driving yet I know that.  Well he knew of a girl, really a woman on Boulevard,, who took in young clients, so to speak.  The fact is I think she would fuck anything, now that I look back on it.  We went to her house, knocked on the door and this lady about forty, or she looked forty to us, came to the door.  We called her by her name and asked if we could come to see her.  She asked how much money we had.  We told her we had ten dollars each.  That seemed to satisfy her, remember this was 1938.  She took us to an upstairs bedroom,  took off her cloths and we did the same.  She took me first, in her mouth.  Well I had never had that before and I came almost immediately.  I guess I looked pretty dejected because she told me not to worry, just sit down while she took care of my friend and then I could fuck her.  At my age, I should be rested by then.  Well the same thing happened to my friend.  She was right, I climbed on and had the best fuck I had ever had, up until that time. My friend did the same.  Several months later we went back to see her but she was not there.  

High School generally was not a great place for sex.  The most we did was heavy petting although a few of the girls would jack you off, almost none would allow intercourse.  I dated many girls in High School but the pro and one or two others were the only ones I had sex with.

The summer after I graduated from High School, I worked at a cotton seed oil mill as a chemist.  My job was to analyze the seed and the oil made from it.  They sent me to Selma Alabama for a week of training.  I was put up all alone in this big old hotel on the square.  It was here I had my first, last and only encounter with a Gay man.  There was this young guy there and I guess you could say, he raped me.  At least he seduced me. I met this fellow sitting on the second story veranda.  We started talking and soon the conversation got around to women and sex.  Well he said he could get me a girl if I would let him see me naked.  He got me in the bed, got me hot by talking about women, sucked me  off and fucked me in the ass.  I didn't like it and let him know.  He promised he would make it up by getting me a girl the next night and he did and didn't bother me any more.

The girl he sent was young, but probably older than me.  I was barley seventeen.  She was slim bleached blond with small breast and soft slightly swollen auroras.   It was about nine thirty, I had figured that I had been taken, had taken a bath and gown to bed, there being nothing else to do.  There was a soft knock on the door.  I opened it and this blond in a sun dress, the weather was hot, said," I'm Sue. Ernie sent me, said you wanted some company."  I let her in.  She looked around, saw I was in my pajamas and asked she could take a bath.  I said OK and showed her the bath room.  This was an old hotel with only a tub, no shower, one of the old tubs with squatty legs. I lay on the bed until she finished.

Sue came out with only a towel, came to the bed and dropped the towel, sat on the bed and took my pajamas off.  She asked how I liked it.  My answer was a little vague, mainly I asked her to do me any way she wanted.  Well Sue started with my feet and ran her tung up first one leg then the other, now her tongue went in my navel, up my stomach and on my nipples.  Her teeth gently bit my nipples.  She turned me over and started down my back.  She went down the crack of my ass, pushed me up on my knees and gave me a rim job.  Then her tongue went down the back of my balls.  I turned over and she took me in her mouth.  I came almost immediately.  She swallowed all the semen.  

Sue crawled into bed with me and snuggled close.  She sure felt good.  She asked if I minded if she spent the night with me?  I asked what this was going to cost?  Sue answered, "nothing, Ernie is my brother, he and I share and apartment and I do this for him some times and some times I get young men for him.  I work in a house on weekends when the military is in town but this time of the week, there is no business so I may as well have some fun if I can."  "Am  I fun " I asked. " You sure are, I seldom get to be with a clean good looking young guy like you."

In a short time we had intercourse.  Boy could she fuck.  I had her several times before sunup.  In the morning, I dressed and went to work leaving her asleep.  When I returned, she was gone.

I was in Merchant Marine basic school in Mississippi before I had another sexual encounter.  We had been two months in basic training, tough basic training.  My group was going to graduate in about two weeks.  As a graduation thing and since we had no liberty during basic, we were taken to an exclusive  girl's collage just up the coast  to a formal dance.  We all wore our formal white uniforms.  I think that was the only time I ever wore the thing.  It consisted of a white jacket with a turtle neck type collar  decorated with gold braid on the sleeves and epaulets on the shoulders. The pants were white and tight.  We were a good looking  horny bunch. The girls were horny too.  I don't think they had been let out all year.

As I said it was a formal dance.  All the girls had on long dresses.  Well I was dancing with this chick when I felt her hand on my crotch.  She rubbed and I got big.  In tight pants, you can't keep a thing like that a secret.  A few minutes later, she whispered in my ear "you want to go out for some air?"  Boy did I!  We went out back behind the school building.  It was dark and there was a lot of shrubbery.  Remember it was during the war and everything on the coast was blacked out, at lest no street lights were allowed on.  She led me behind a shrub, next to a wall.  She unzipped me and I almost fell out.  Then she picked up her skirt.  She had no panties on.  She grabbed me, put me in and we did it standing up.  Fortunately she was just a little shorter than me so it worked.  We finished quickly and returned to the dance.  A little later she was dancing with another cadet and I noticed they went for air, in fact I noticed several went for air.  The dance was over about midnight, we were loaded into our buses and hauled back to the base.  I often wondered if the chaperons knew what was going on.  It seems to me they had to. 

Graduation from basic school meant a week in New York awaiting ship assignments.  We rented a few rooms in a second class hotel on 8th Ave. at about 54th Street.  We were supposed to only have two to a room but  we had six or eight.  We all had the same uniforms so the clerks couldn't tell us apart and besides, we were service men and they didn't care.  One evening, some one brought a girl to one of the rooms.  I think they bargained with her for a group deal, anyway, she charged $10.00 each and we could have her as many times as we could come.  She undressed, lay on the bed and we started.  I don't know how many times she was fucked that night but it had to be over fifty. She was covered with cum.  We didn't use condoms much in those days, at least not in the US. After about every third guy, she'd sit up and wipe herself off.  
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I was assigned to a ship, after about five days and in about a week, I was in the north Atlantic in a convoy under attack by German U-Boats.  The ship I was on was, a T-2 tanker loaded with aviation gasoline and P-38's.  We got through, but several other ships didn't. We docked at Avon, England.  Avon is less than 100 miles from London on the Irish sea.  Avon had been hit pretty bad by the German buzz  bombs.  We went a shore to a USO club.  There we had tea, Coke Cola and danced with the local girls.  When I left, one of the girls went out with me and asked if I'd walk  her home, said she didn't live very far.  Sure, that was great.  

The night was dark, everything was blacked out, we walked on for a little while in the cold, damp, air.  She put her arm around me and I did the same.  I asked if she lived close and could we go there, she did but her parents were home.  We stopped in a doorway and embraced.  We kissed both getting  hot.  She led me a little further and down a small ally.  I pressed her against the wall and we kissed some more then she put my hand on her breast.  Soon, she had my fly open and her dress up.  We had wild sex standing right there.  We went on to a fish and chips place, had some more of that bad tea then went on.  Close to her home, she pulled me into an ally again and again we had great sex standing up.  I walked her home and went back to the ship.  The next day, we sailed for Trinidad.

Ten or twelve days later we made landfall at Port-o-Prince Trinidad an island  just off the tip of Venezuela with an  oil refinery.  This island is inhabited with people of English and East Indian decent.  There are two cities, Port of Spain on the north and Port of Prince on the south.  Port of Prince has the oil docks and oil refinery, so we docked there.  There was little sex action on that island or at least I didn't find it.  In about three days we sailed for Rio, a full weeks trip.  

Rio de Janeiro is arguably the most beautiful harbor in the world.  Coming in in the morning from sea, the first thing you see is this white, marble statue of Christ standing on the water.  Soon it becomes clear that it is on top of a mountain behind the city.  The harbor is a large basin entered through a pass with Sugarloaf mountain on the south side.  We docked at an oil storage island in the bay and had to take launches to the city, about a thirty minute trip.  We disembarked at a small dock provided for launches adjacent to a large park in the center of town.  There were all sorts of buildings and stores around the park including the Miami Bar.  The buildings were all Art Deco, the most modern I had ever seen at that time
We all went to the Miami bar and there I met a young blond.  My sailing buddy, Charlie, met a tall, slim brunette. They both spoke some English.  Now I am over six feet and Charlie is about five five, real short.  We looked like Mutt and Jiff  and so did they, but Charlie said she was great. 

My girl took me to her home, an apartment not too far away. It was on an upper story of a modern high-rise apartment building, I remember we used the elevator. We went to her room and had a great time for at least an hour maybe two, I could come several times in an hour in those days.  All the while her parents were in the back of the apartment.  She told me not to worry, they knew what she was doing and approved.  She probably was giving them most of her money. I don't remember what I paid her but it wasn't much, maybe the equivalent of five dollars.  I met her about three more times during the trips to Rio.  We were on shuttle duty carrying gasoline from Trinidad to Rio and Santos Brazil.

The next trip was to Santos.  Santos is the home of Madam Sabina's, a brothel known all over the world in those days.  It was not as fancy as reported but it was still a great place, at least it impressed this little farm boy.
The building was not much from the outside but inside it was finished like something out of Victorian England, all finished in heavy furniture and red wallpaper and dark walnut wood floors and trim.  It was an old hotel with a huge lobby or sitting room with bar and a sort of stage.  The customers were ushered into the lobby to meet the ladies.  The girls would choose or the boys would choose the they sat in the lobby drinking cheep beer at expensive prices, the girls drinking expensive pink lemonade all paid for by the customers.  This is the usual operation of a brothel, I was to find out.  In addition Madam Sabina had a sort of sex show.  I later saw other such shows but this was my first.  The stage had a large bed or really a large mattress and it was on this that most of the action took place.  

We, my friend Charlie and two or three other sailors, were shone into the "lobby". There were several men sitting about with girls snuggled close, all drinking something.  There were or soon were several more girls for us to choose from.  I was kind of shy in those days and one of the girls, a small brunette, took me by the hand and led me to a couch. We ordered a beer a lemonade for her and she let me feel her up good.  She did the same to me.

After a while,  the madam announced there would be a little entertainment. She introduce one of the girls to the stage and called in two big guys.  Men who acted as bouncers when needed.  They all disrobed, got on the bed and the girl proceeded to take one man up her ass and the other in her pussy at the same time.  This was the first time I had seen that and I almost creamed my pants right there.

Soon the girl I was with took me to her room.  It was a typical hotel room with a bath accept it was obvious from the stuff in the room that she lived there.  This girl didn't speak much English so there wasn't much conversation but we communicated. She and I got it on real good.  I started to get up and leave but she begged me to stay for a second go.  She kept saying, “You stay, You no pay more."  So I stayed and this time she came real good.  I got up  and returned to the ship in the early morning.    

Our stay in the southern seas lasted several months during which we visited both Rio and Santos several times.  I visited Madam Sabina's one other time meeting a different girl but having a great time.  The show was not as spectacular that time, if I remember right, the show was simply one girl and one boy, one of the audience this time.  It took several tries by the girl before she found a boy who could get it up in front of an audience.  They had oral sex and normal intercourse but it was still a sexually exciting show which was its purpose.

In Rio I went to the Copacabana Club and saw a Los Vegas type show with totally nude girls.  Nude that is accept for head dress and body decorations. In addition to the Club there was a brothel in Rio  called Madam Fi Fi's.  It was similar to Madam Sabina's but not in as lavish a  house.  The show was only a boy and a girl  but exciting to see when you have been at sea for several weeks.  The girls were good but nothing extra.  I had one for an evening and I remember she asked me to quit after several times in a couple of hours.  She wanted to go to sleep.  I was still going.  The next day I was out of it though.

Throughout the rest of the war years I had several experiences but none of  special note accept the ones on my trip to India and Ceylon.  In Bombay, there was a brothel.  It was in a old hotel made of wood.  It reminded me of the one in Selma Alabama.  It had verandas around the first second and third floors and a large sitting room off the lobby.  In this room the clients sat around on overstuffed couches, petting the girls, drinking beer, and watching  sex shows.  Here it was I saw a girl put into a tub of hot water and the water temperature raised until she had a body temperature well over 100 degrees.  Then she  was available for intercourse.  Her skin almost glowed.  She felt very hot to the touch and to inter her was very erotic.  I came almost at once as did the others that tried her.  She was a young girl, probably about sixteen or seventeen.  I heard later from an Englishman that one or two girls had died of hypothermia doing that trick.  Most of the girls would do anything the madam asked.  They were sold to the madam by their parents and had to work off the debt, usually ten years.  If they disobeyed her they were beaten. I If they ran away they were caught and passably killed. They were slaves. We came back a bout a month later and they were no longer doing the “Hot Pussy”.  A girl died and they stopped it.

In Ceylon, we went to a club for service men.  I was looking around for a girl but found the mother of the girl my mate had taken up with.  She was in her forties, very old to a nineteen or twenty year old.  I asked her if she would have sex with me and she was very flattered, so much so the she would not take any money.  We went to a place way out of town and had a wonderful time.  This lady knew how to treat a man and how to prolong the act.  I don't know how but I lasted with her.  In those days I was sort of  “Wham Bam Thank you Mam”.

Calcutta was a neat experience.  The place was a club for officers.  All the girls wore harem pants, the gossamer type you can see through.  The girls or hostess just sat with the guests.  The show was a beautiful east Indian girl,  with fairly dark skin, who was announced as having had her clitoris removed, a common practice in some cultures.  She was said to only be able to have a climax by friction on the clitoris area.  She remove all her cloths and started to dance with only a long Vail or scarf.  She rubbed this cloth all over her body during the dance then she started to saw it between her legs, oh, she had no pubic hair, she sawed faster and faster until it seemed she would seriously damage herself then she almost went into a trance and collapsed on the floor.  Weather real or acting I don't know but it sure was erotic. The girl I was with took me to her apartment after the evenings entertainment and I found out how harem pants come off.  She was a light colored East Indian.  A Hindu girl of the JANE sect.  She was good.  I think she had been trained in the arts of the Karma Sutra.  This was the first time I experienced "Deep Throat".  We spent part of the night but I had to leave, I had to go on watch at 4:00 AM.

That  was about the last  time I had a memorable experience until I married my wife.  We had wonderful sex for over forty years.