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As It Was-Childhood-Age 6 (gay, coming-of-age, ped, inc)
By Dr. Chuck (chucketal@email.com)
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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
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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 a 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
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Some of the following stories may depict unprotected
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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.
[Parts of my humble beginning are NOT meant to be erotic
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THROUGH AGE SIX
1940 - 6.0
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
----
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.
----
1945
----
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.
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.
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
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
----
1947
----
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.
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.
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.
LATE SUMMER 1947
AGE SIX - PRIVATE LESSON
FIRST TOUCH WITH ANOTHER KID - 6.1
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.
Instinctly, 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.
AGE SIX
A TOUCHING EXPERIENCE WITH RALPH - 6.2
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 becameclose 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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Submitted by Chucketal, Keene, NH 03431 (c) Copyright
2001. All rights reserved.
[Thanks for reading thus far. I welcome and appreciate
suggestions, constructive comments or corrections to my
writings, but most of all I very much enjoy your
understanding. If you like what I have written, please
feel free to email me. chucketal@email.com]
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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