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WARNING: If you are offended by sex between men, sex between a
boy and a man, sex between boys, sex between teenaged boys, sex
between a man or a teenager 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 series of experiences. 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
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THROUGH AGE SIX
1940
MY BIRTH
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I was born in November of 1940 in midwestern United State of
America. My family already had one child, a girl four years of age.
My parents were very excited about having a boy as they had been
trying for me ever since my sister was born.
My sister, Barb, was very excited about having a new baby in our
family. She liked being around me, watching mother attend to me.
Mother allowed her to play with me once I had grown enough to be
safely handled .
As we grew older we remained close to each other year after year
and even today. Naturally as Barb got older she realized I was not
her baby and let me have more space. She never gave up watching
me from a distance. I still remain her baby brother.
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1944
FOURTH BIRTHDAY WITH FATHER
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Having been so very young at the time, I do not remember much of
anything about Father. He was often gone on an assignment
somewhere in the world and lastly for the U.S. Army. I do not
remember Mother talking about my father or his assignments while
he was away or when he was home.
The only time I recall my father, was in October of 1944, when he
came home early for my birthday celebration. In my memory he
seemed very tall and slim. His voice was deep, but pleasant. Most of
the day and evening he spent with Barb and me, talking to us,
holding us on his lap and hugging us. Possibly he felt he might not
return from his next assignment and wanted to spend all the time he
could with us.
Barb, of course, remembers much more than I can. She told me in
later years that Father was a tall slim man with rough features, who
always worked hard and tried to enjoy being around us children as
much as his time would allow. Most of the time he was gone on some
assignment at some distance place, usually in a disturbed area of the
world.
My sister told me that on Father's last visit he was early for my
birthday and wanted to celebrate it before he left. She mentioned
that he helped to blow out the candles on my cake, he played out
side that day with the both of us until dark and kept us up late until
we dropped asleep. The next morning when we got up Father had
left for his assignment and never to be seen by us again.
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1945
FATHER DEAD!
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14 April 1945, Mother received word that Father was killed in line
of duty outside a small village in western Germany. He was with the
military and also a news correspondent with a local city news
service. As the facts seem, he was driving a motor cycle on some
assignment near the end of the war. While driving he was shot by
sniper fire and killed. No other details are known to me. We do not
know if he was alone or with someone at the time of his death. He
had been with the military most of my young life and I did not really
know him.
Mother never talked about Father after his death. What I found out
was from Mother's mother and she never explained why Mother
would not talk about Father at all. I found out from Grandmother
that Father was a first generation American of an Irish family in New
England. She told me that he was a tall man and good looking. For
all I know, she could have been told to me that to make me feel good.
I have never seen a picture of him to know.
After his death, Grandmother said his home town gave a parade in
his honor. He must have been well known and well liked there.
After the memorial services and parade she said, Mother was invited
to the state governor's mansion to receive his Medal of Honor. That
was all I really found out about Father. I asked Mother, but she
would not hear of any discussion about him.
Soon Mother changed her routine, spending less time at home and
working longer hours. Mother worked during the war for a local
office of an attorney. It seems the other staff people were recruited
for military support in factory offices. A number of war factories
came into existence in our area during that time. Later as work
slowed, she did the same sort of work for an accounting firm in the
same building after they combined offices to cut costs and she
remained there until she remarried and moved away. I was told
Mother did not support the war in any war. I do not wonder why.
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For several weeks in the summer of 1945, I stayed with Mother's
parents. I remember they were not well off but had plenty of love
and good times to go around. My grandfather was a bit of a joker.
He teased my grandmother a lot of the time and told me story after
story. He was a short stout man and grandmother was a taller and
larger stout woman. They lived in a country home and there was
always something interesting for a young boy to do or chores to be
done. They lived near farms and I got the opportunity to visit and
watch. I tried to help with haying, but could not begin to lift a
bundle of hay at age four and a half.
Grandfather worked away from home at a factory in a nearby city. I
helped Grandmother put up his lunch each evening before bed and
got up early to see him off to work. He would come home tired, dirty
and not his happy self. It usually took an hour or so, a hot shower
and dinner before he was back to the grandfather I loved to be
around.
In the day time I tried to help Grandmother around the house. I got
the impression later that I did a good job of getting in the way. She
appreciated me trying and encouraged good work. By afternoon the
both of us took a nap and got up before Grandfather came home for a
shower and dinner.
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1945
AGE FIVE
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For my birthday in 1945, it was a tremendous let down for Mother
especially, not because of me, but our great family loss. She
celebrated my birthday sadly that year, without Father. Mother's
and Father's parents were at our home for a brief birthday party.
Barb told me Mother spent most of the time in her room alone after
the guests left for the evening.
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1946
AGE FIVE
VISIT MOTHER'S PARENTS
UNCLE ROLAND AND UNCLE CARL
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In the summer of 1946, I visited my mother's parents, but only for a
short time. Father's parents took me for the rest of the summer.
They lived in the country on a small family farm with other family
members. My Uncle Roland and Aunt Maggie lived there with their
parents. They seemed old to me at the time, but they must have
been in their late teens. Maggie was older than Roland and they did
not seem to get alone very well when I was there.
I slept in a small room of the third floor with Roland. We both used
the same small bed. It was a good thing I was small at the time.
Roland, I recall, took so much of the bed that, I was against the wall
most of the time. He moved around most of the night putting his
arms and legs on me. Many times he would lay over on me and as
he did his genitals would fall out of his underwear. It was a
constant battle to get him to move over or take his limbs off me.
Fortunately, I was able to nap each afternoon after lunch.
I remember a very funny thing that happened to Roland early one
morning. As he laid asleep at the edge of the bed, one of his visiting
brothers came into the room to get me up to have breakfast and help
with the chores. Seeing his youngest brother laying there with his
genitals hanging out under the covers, he had an idea to get his
attention. He went down stairs to his mother's sewing room and
came back up with a piece of ribbon. Gently and careful not to wake
him, Uncle Carl put the ribbon around Uncle Roland's penis and made
a bow of it. I do not recall Roland's reaction to the affair, but I felt a
little revenge for all my sleepless nights with him. I was not, that I
recall, aroused by the event.
The farm had a barn with animals. There were six or eight cows for
the milk, dozens of chickens for eggs, cats for the barn mice, two
horses for working and a dog for playing with. I helped with the
chores that I was able to do, such as pass hay to the cows, give oats
to the horses or put out food for the cats and dog. It seems
grandparents can do a lot to encourage work in young people. It
gave me a good work experience at an early age.
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In the Fall of 1946, I went public, public school that is. Most of my
young life I had been around older people, my sister, parents,
grandparents, aunts and uncles. Most kids acted so young and of
course they were young. My experiences were more adult and
hardened. It was not that I did not have fun. The fun I had was
around adults for the most part. Being around youngsters my age
was a challenge for me.
My first grade public school teacher was an elderly little lady named
Miss Flagg. Miss Flagg was really stern and strict and sometimes
even mean. She had the habit of pressing her thumb nail into my
chin and shaking my head, if I misbehaved. Many times I ended the
day with a sore chin. I was not used to so much strictness and the
dumb kids. Now, I am able to say it was a good start for me to get
some discipline. Never did I return to the school I once attended my
first school year of 1946-1947.
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I understood Ralph was a close friend of my father and mother over
the previous years and remained so until Father's death. It seemed
Ralph continued to check on Mother from time to time and visit
when he could, to see if we needed anything. He would always offer
to do things and Mother would refuse until one day when he called,
she broke down and wept. He let her get it all out before he told her
he was not going to take 'no' for an answer to help her and us
children.
Ralph came to visit more regularly and stayed with a friend or
family rather than imposing upon Mother. I was told it was not the
proper thing to do to a widow in those days. He made sure certain
things were done around the house and expenses were taken care of.
This he felt was the only thing he could do for his best friend's
family and knew Father would have done the same for him.
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Most of my days and early evenings were spent with Mother's
parents at their modest home a short distance from our home. Barb
arrived there after school and stayed with us until Mother came to
pick us up. Usually, if Mother came early for us, we would all eat
together before we left for home and bed. The schedule stayed much
the same except week ends, when we and Mother often visited with
her parents.
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1946
AGE SIX
BIRTHDAY
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For my birthday in November 1946, I was able to invite a few school
mates to our humble home for some simple refreshments. We had a
party one evening for my school mates and me and another time for
the family. As usual grandparents from both sides of the family
came over. They provided a few much needed gifts of clothing and
such.
At six, I do not remember a lot about that birthday. I do remember
Ralph came by to visit us for a few minutes during our family party
and returned later the next day to spend time talking with Mother. I
was not, then, aware of his feeling for her or what they might have
discussed. I do know things were tight, financially.
Before Ralph left, he asked me if I had ever been fishing. I told him
I did not remember. He mentioned that he and Father use to fish as
boys and young men and he promised to take me some day, if I
wanted him to.
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1947
AGE SIX
A NEW BEGINNING
MOTHER REMARRIES
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In January of 1947, Ralph asked, "Could we have a permanent
arrangement?"
And Mother asked, "What do you mean, a permanent arrangement?"
He said, "I wish to marry you if she will have me."
She said, "This is so sudden. I will have to think about it".
After waiting a month or so and being asked a number of times
more, Mother agreed to would marry Ralph after the second
anniversary of her husband's death.
On 28 May 1947, Mother remarried. I do not remember a lot about
the wedding, being that I was only six and a half at that time. But it
was a very simple and private event at Ralph's family home in a city
some distance away. There were only a few family members and
close friends invited.
After the wedding we all went for a short ride to a local hall for a
large reception for the rest of the family and friends. Barb was old
enough to remember most of what went on. She told me, her and I
were taken care of by our grandparents on Mother's side for weeks
while they went away on a trip together. I do recall staying in the
large house where the wedding had taken place and not returning to
our old home again until I was much older.
I did not know about it, but my personal things came to us there a
few days after Ralph and Mother returned from their trip. I did not
realize we had moved until then. It was a bit of a let down for me to
leave my old neighborhood, friends, family and school, but the new
adventure soon took its place.
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AGE SIX
UNCLE ROLAND
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Shortly after their marriage, in May 1947, Mother and Ralph
returned home, and sent me on vacation to my grandparents. First, I
went to Mother's parents for a few weeks before I went to visit
Father's parents on the farm. Except for being older (six), things
were much the same as always. I helped with chores and put up
with trying to sleep with Uncle Roland. Uncle Roland had a car by
then and was gone out to work and cruising most of the time. He
came in late at night, allowing me more sleep, until he woke me
getting into bed.
Sometimes, in his pretend sleep, Uncle Roland rubbed my body. I
enjoyed the feeling of his hands caressing me. My little nipples
would stand out and a few times my penis became erect under my
shorts. I remember he fondled my crotch and got me really excited.
After that he would get up, go down to in the bath room for awhile
and return to sleep.
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LATE SUMMER 1947
AGE SIX - PRIVATE LESSON
FIRST TOUCH WITH ANOTHER KID
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Summer passed quickly and it was soon time for school. Ralph and
Mother enrolled me in a local private school near our home and his
office. It was a little strange at first to be in a small school
environment, but it did offer more attention from the teacher. I had
meet so many new people by then, it was not very upsetting to meet
more at school. At that time school would go most of the year,
summer as well.
The first teacher at my new school, beginning in the late summer of
1947, was Mrs. Morris for second grade. She was tall and slim, as I
remember, good natured and concerned about each student. There
were times she was called upon to be stern or strict and she was able
to meet that demand.
Mrs. Morris came to our home a few times to meet with the family
and share things with them about me A few times we visited her at
her home. She lived in an large old house near the center of the city
on a residential street with her husband and two sons who were a
little older than me.
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Everything was new for me at the private school I had just been
enrolled in. It would have been my second year at public school that
Fall. That school started its sessions earlier than the public school
would have.
As boys sometimes do, I occasionally needed to drain my bladder.
The boys room was just down the hall way from my class room and I
was allowed to go there on my own. An older boy entered the boys'
room as I was draining myself at the urinal. I would not have paid
any mind to him, but as I was walking by the stall I could see him
motion in there.
It drew my attention, so I stopped and looked in thinking that I
would take a quick glance and then run out of there. To my surprise
that older boy was pulling back and forth on his penis and smiling
out at me. I seemed to be fastened there and was not able to move a
muscle.
Instinctively, I placed my left hand upon my crotch to feel my own
muscle swelling as I see his movement. When I had just got aware
of my situation, the boy motioned me into the stall. I thought I was
really in trouble and turned to leave, when he called to me. For
some reason, I stopped in my tracks to listen to his voice.
He asked if I had liked what I saw. Not knowing what to answer, I
asked what he was talking about. And he again asked if I liked
seeing him pull his meat. I told him that I was not sure. Before I
could answer, he opened the stall door wide. There he was standing
there with his hard MEAT bouncing around in the air.
He must have been about nine or ten and he had a nice hard penis of
about four inches at most. It was intriguing for me to see him. I
only had a sister around me and had no opportunity to see boys
undressed like that right in front of me.
All I could do was stand there and look embarrassed at his MEAT.
He motioned to me and said it would be okay. My feet felt like they
were attached to the floor. My body was shaking terribly and all I
could think of was running out of there.
I just stood there for the longest time and was not able to move. The
boy moved toward me, took my hand and led me into the stall with
him Then he placed my hand upon his {I recall hot} MEAT. He
nearly had to pull me into the stall so that he could lock the door
behind me. I was his sex slave for those few moments.
He had me put my hand around his fat muscle and hold it tight. The
thrill of his muscle in my hand got me hard and straining in my
undershorts. I recall the head of my muscle pressing against the
clothing.
Soon he removed my hand and pumped his MEAT faster and faster
until I see that he went into some sort of trance {known later as a
dry climax}. It was like he had left the room in his mind. He looked
so dreamy and I wondered how he could get that way.
Once he was over the trance he was in the boy reached out to me and
pulled me by the belt of my pants until I was up close to him. I
could look directly down in front of me and see his red beaten penis.
Before I knew what was happening to me, the boy had unfastened
my pants and had them along with my undershorts down around my
ankles.
He pulled me in close to his body and stood up just enough so that
his hot penis met my cooler one. After rubbing each of our tools
together for a few minutes he decided to sit back down on the toilet
without letting me go. With a hand on each hip he moved his nose
into my abdomen and wiggled it around. Then he slipped his hot lips
over the head of my hard little two and a half inches of
inexperienced penis. I thought he was just kissing me until I felt the
moistness of his mouth come in contact with the foreskin rolled up
just below the mushroom head.
The sensation startled me a bit and I bucked back just a bit, but I
could not get free from my young master who held onto my hips
tightly. He was sucking me for my very first time and did not come
to realize what he had done until much later. After a few minutes he
pulled back from me and fondled my crotch to his delight.
In a few minutes, he helped pull up my pants and undershorts,
opened the stall door and told me to get out and never say anything
to anyone or he would fix me. Since he was older and bigger I knew
he meant it. I nodded my head and left the boys' room in somewhat
of a daze.
With that experience, I was on my way to playing with myself. From
that point on I kept playing with my own muscle to see if I could get
that dreamy feeling that boy must have had.
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AGE SIX
TOUCHING EXPERIENCE WITH RALPH
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My stepfather, Ralph had a good income from his own business and
family estate. His financial freedom allowed him time with his new
family. He enjoyed spending time with us children, together or
separately and with Mother. Often he would appear at school for
functions or just came by to visit. I supposed he was there to look in
on me, not realizing then that the school was one of his accounting
clients.
Ralph, was a very affectionate guy and he was not afraid to express
it. He seemed to really love his new family. Ralph enjoyed taking us
children out to show us off to his friends, family and neighbors. He
also enjoyed taking Mother out at least once a week on a date night.
When Mother and Barb were wanting to be home to do things around
the house without us guys around, Ralph and I went down the road
for a walk to a brook, as he called it, to drown worms. He showed me
how to hold the fishing pole, cast out the line, feel for a fish and reel
it in. There were only a few times we were able to go that summer,
but they seemed eventful to me as a boy of six and a half.
I became close to Ralph He partly filled an emptiness I often felt
without my own father and Mother's distance from me. Ralph was
open with me and shared many things. One thing I remember about
our little fishing trips was that each time Ralph needed to urinate, he
went to the side and did not hide himself. He pulled out his penis
without making a deal of it and let go of the fluid. I tried not to see
him but I could not help it. When I needed to relief my self I did the
same. I know he noticed me as I know he knew I noticed him.
Sometime in October of 1947, Ralph was home alone with us children
while Mother attended some civic meeting with friends. It was
evening and time for us children to be in bed. I was pleased to have
been given my own private room in the upper most part of the
house. It was like having a castle view of the neighborhood three
stories up. Also it was quiet without my sister.
Ralph usually came up to my room to say good night. It was usual
for him to rub me as he told me a personal story or read from one of
my books. Mother rarely came up to my room, except to clean in the
daytime. She may have felt I was too old to be tucked in by my
mother.
What was unusual that time was after some time he came back to
my room. He did not put on my room light, but left the hall door
open to shed a stream of light on my bed.
Upon entering my bed room he was very quiet and said nothing. He
made some usual rubbing of me with his gentle hands. His favorite
thing was to rub my ear lobe between his fingers. He continued to
stroke my bare body more and more until he had stroked most of
me. From my ear he stroked the side of my face and neck, around
my chest and shoulders. It was stimulating when he rubbed my
little nipples for a time before he moved his hand down my chest to
my abdomen. He seemed to concentration upon my lower body,
below my waist line. I did not mind Ralph's soothing hands. It was
very relaxing and I was not totally awake.
Being a warm room I was dressed only in my undershorts. His
stroking was very pleasant to me and I accepted it as a natural thing.
He continued for some time to stroke my midsection and directly in
front of my undershorts. Ralph rubbed from one upper leg to the
other and in between them. I did not realize it then, but Ralph was
stroking my genitals. As I awoke more I came to realize I had a very
pleasant erection.
It seemed as if it came as a surprise or an embarrassment to Ralph.
He promptly lifted the sheet at my feet and covered me up to my
chest. Tenderly, he rubbed my ear lobe again, got up from the edge
of my bed, kissed me on the forehead and left.
After Ralph closed the door, I was left to wonder what had just
happened, so very pleasant to me. Never had I been affected by
someone in such a way. Soon I fell back to sleep and forgot about
the whole incident for the time.
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