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As It Was-Childhood-Age 7
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
this type of sex is illegal or immoral in your
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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 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
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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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NOVEMBER 1947
AGE SEVEN - BIRTHDAY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7.0
Birthday 1947 was different from all the rest to then.
There had always been plenty of love to go around, but
we were not used to having much financially. In our home
with Ralph, we did not have the day-to-day wants as we
once did. He made sure that all the financial needs were
met and left us time to have more family activities. He
left Mother alone with Barb and me while he worked in
his home office.
That year the party was kept simple. I was allowed to
invite whom ever I wished from school for refreshments.
Mother had fun that year doing the party for me. She and
Barb got to do all the preparing together. It was like I
had given them an excuse to be together. Ralph tried to
stay in the back ground as much as he could.
After the afternoon with school friends, our family
gathered for a private celebration. The grandparents
sent gifts, but did not attend that year. The weather
and travel distance may have been a factor.
NOVEMBER 1947
AGE SEVEN
BIRTHDAY TRIP WITH RALPH
GAMES WITH JOE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7.0
My stepfather, Ralph planned to take a business trip, in
November of 1947, to a distant city and stay over night.
He asked Mother if she thought I might like to go along
with him. She agreed it might be good for us to be alone
together. I thought it might be a great adventure to see
other parts of the country I had not seen before and
meet new people. Ralph's sister and her husband lived in
the city we were to visit. We were going to visit with
them and they expected us to have dinner with them
Saturday evening after Ralph's day of meetings.
The following Friday afternoon Ralph picked me up at
school early and we rode off together for the weekend
business trip. After a couple of hours or so we stopped
for an evening meal at a nice hotel in a small town not
far from the highway. While we waited for our dinner to
be served Ralph excused himself to make a phone call to
a client.
Ralph returned and informed me we would have company for
desert and there would be a short meeting. We enjoyed
dinner together and talked about things he thought I
might be interested in such as school and classmates.
Just as we were finishing dinner, Joe Burns, Ralph's
young client came in to join us for desert, as they had
planned. He was a young (young compared with Ralph) man
about twenty or so. While Ralph paid the check, Joe
visited with me. I remembered his visits to Ralph's home
office several times. Joe was always seemed pleasant and
friendly toward me.
A few times he and I had a conversation as he waited to
see Ralph in his office. A couple of times we played
ball in the back lot until Ralph returned home from an
appointment. Joe had regular appointments with Ralph
every week or two.
It seemed as if Ralph was gone for some time. When he
returned, Ralph announced we would be going up stairs to
join Joe in his room.
Within an hour after retiring to Joe's hotel room, Ralph
made it known he was going to meet with someone else and
needed to excuse himself and asked if I would mind if I
stayed with Joe for the night. Joe said we could play
games until bedtime. I thought it could be fun.
Ralph left the room shortly, leaving Joe and me to began
playing a card game whereas the loser had to remove some
piece of clothing. In turn (or as arranged), each of us
would lose a hand of cards until Joe and I were down to
our underwear. Joe was slim but not skinny and had light
complexion and hair. He looked as if he never needed to
shave. His chest had a faint amount of light hair just
between his breast and light colored brush under his
arms. On each slight breast were small dark pink nipples
that seemed to jet out firm points of flesh.
With the next hand lost, Joe stood up and removed his
undershorts to reveal his hard throbbing erection. The
plentiful hair in his crotch was a yellowish blonde that
appeared very soft. He did not make any attention of
himself as he sat down, looked at me and played another
hand of cards with me. For the moment everything was
suspended, as I gazed at Joe. I was dumb founded at how
Joe bared himself with such carefreeness. It was like
time stopped for me at that instant.
I lost the next hand and Joe asked to remove my
undershorts from me. I did not know what to say. He came
over to me, asked me to stand up from the chair and I
did. He slid his hands down my sides removing my
undershorts at the same time.
As my undershorts dropped to the floor, he brought his
left hand up under my testicles, his right hand on my
buttocks and pressed me into his face. All before I
realized what was happening to me. As his face met my
crotch I felt his mouth suck in my soft little penis. I
stood there and enjoyed his tongue running up and down
my genitals and especially on the head of my penis. At
first my nerves caused me to shiver. In a minute or two
I calmed to his warm hands rubbing my body.
After a few minutes Joe lifted me up, placed me on the
middle to the bed, straddled me with his hard penis over
my crotch and pumped it until it spit out a white creamy
substance onto my abdomen and crotch. He then laid his
hairy body down on top of me, held on to me, rolled me
over on top of him and moved me around spreading the
creamy substance between us.
We rested a few minutes, before he held me tight, rubbed
my back side, got off the bed with me and went with me
into the bath room as he drew water into the tub. He
asked, "Did you enjoy our game?" I responded that I did
enjoy it. And he asked, "Would you enjoy doing this
again?"
I was not sure what I wanted to say so I said, "I guess
so."
"I really like us taking a bath together. Do like
bathing with someone?" he asked.
I looked down to his limb five-inch penis, then looked
up at his smile and said, "I enjoy taking a bath." He
lifted me into the tub and climbed in behind me. He took
me tenderly and sat me down between his legs and rubbed
me with a face cloth up and down my chest, around my
crotch and down my legs.
He cleaned himself, got up, lifted me, pulled the shower
door shut and turned on the shower to rinse us off.
After the rinse he lowered himself to his knees, pulled
my crotch into his face and sucked my penis again. As he
sucked my penis and testicles, he squeezed my butt
checks apart and fondled my anal cavity with his finger.
Joe sucked and fingered me until he gave me a thrill
feeling inside me. I could not help but shiver and moan
at the thrill of his action.
When I got over the thrill Joe stood up and asked if I
would like to see what it felt like to hold his penis in
my hand. I was not sure, but he convinced me that
nothing would happen. He stood there with his hard penis
swaying back and forth in front of me. Joe held up his
penis and pointed it in the direction of my hand, I came
closer to him and let him put my hand on his penis. It
felt as hard as a baseball bat with skin that moved
freely up and down the shaft. I soon felt a pleasant
desire to please him.
As I moved my hand the harder his penis became and the
harder it got the more he got excited. Joe moved in and
out of my hand as I tried to keep my hand on his penis.
He got so hard I could feel him throbbing in my hand and
without warning I felt a warm fluid run down my hand and
arm. Joe sighed and moaned and said, "Keep it up." I
held on and kept pumping until he pulled away, stroked
himself, rinsed in shower again before he shut off the
water and reached out for a towel.
Joe rubbed me down with the towel and told me to get
into bed while he finished up in the bathroom. When he
came out nude and dry I was laying in bed under the
covers. I watched him as I thought about his body and
the strange new feelings I had. Joe sat on the edge of
the bed, pulled back the covers and rubbed me over and
over again as we talked about having the experience
another time and went on to other matters until we fell
asleep nude in each other's arms. I felt so very warm
and relaxed with Joe and hoped that experience would
never end.
The next late morning after getting up and dressing from
over sleeping, Ralph arrived, thanked Joe for taking
care of me. Then Ralph and I left Joe behind in his
room. We took our belongings to the car and drove off
for a late breakfast at a dinner in the city near his
sister's home. After breakfast the plan was for us to
see a few sights before I visited with my new aunt,
Roberta, and her family, have lunch there and dinner
when Ralph finished his appointments.
Ralph and I went to a few stores, looked around bought a
few small things and visited a pet store before we went
to see his sister. Aunt Roberta seemed very happy to see
us and hugged us both and me again and again. I recall
she was in the first few months of becoming a mother
again for the third time. She had two pestering girls
who bothered me most of the time I was there. The older
was about five and the younger was about three. I could
not get away from them. They followed me everywhere I
went.
After lunch I asked to go outside, hoping the girls
would not. No such luck. The girls had to go outside to
be with me. Aunt Roberta would often come out to check
up on us. I was not long before it got cold and we all
went inside to play games with Aunt Roberta. It was
okay, but most of the games were for girls. I thought
about the warm experience with Joe and how nice it would
be to be with him and away from there and those girls.
Thank goodness, Ralph came back early from his
appointments and took me out for a ride before dinner.
He went by to visit a couple of friends and show off me
as his new son. After dinner with Aunt Roberta, Uncle
Frank and the pestering girls, Ralph and I went back to
the same hotel for the night, slept in separate beds and
went home the next morning.
On the way home Ralph mentioned that our trips were
special between us and need not be discussed with
anyone, if I wanted to travel with him more. He asked if
I would like to go with him more often on his weekend
trips. He asked if I understood and I said I did. I told
him I looked forward to our trips, but told him was not
too excited about the little girls pestering me. He
laughed and said he understood and that sometimes we
have to put up with those little things in life.
Sunday afternoon was usually family time for us. When we
got home Ralph indicated that I should take a warm
shower after our long trip to unwind a little before a
late afternoon lunch. Mother and Barb were busy doing
something in the kitchen as I went to my room to get
clean clothing and prepare for a shower.
After our late lunch we gathered as a family to play
games and talk. In those days television was not readily
available to most. It did not seem to be popular until
the early 1950s. Entertainment was among ourselves,
reading or radio. Much of the time when I had nothing to
do I would go to my room and read comic books or do home
work, if I had any to do.
Mother was involved with civic groups or worked part
time at a law office in the city. She was not around for
me like she was when I was little. Barb was always
involved with girl things with other girls or with
Mother. Sometimes I got the impression I was in the way
most of the time. I think Ralph knew that and did as
much as he could to be near or around me and invite me
places.
DECEMBER 1947
AGE SEVEN
RALPH'S FAMILY HOLIDAY GATHERING
EXPERIENCE WITH UNCLE HAL
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7.1
In December 1947, I experienced, among other things, my
first of Ralph's old family tradition of celebrating
Thanksgiving/Christmas together in the old family home
in which we lived with Ralph after his marriage to
Mother. At the age of seven, a party of any kind sounded
great to me. I got to meet aunts, uncles, grandparents
and cousins, some for the first time.
The old house had a lot of room for most of the guests
who arrived early and stayed over. When we first moved
in with Ralph, I had been allowed to pick a bedroom on
the third floor, away from my sister and girl things. It
was rather private for a boy to be quiet or noisy when
he wanted. There was a door at the foot of the stairs,
that when shut, allowed complete privacy.
My favorite uncle on my mother's side was in town
earlier than the early guests. Uncle Hal, sixteen in
1947, was there with Mother's parents to help her
prepare for the guests. Hal always had fun with me, I
understand, since I was a baby. We were so close in age,
he thought of me as a little brother. Being the youngest
in his family, I could understand his need for someone
younger.
It was neat having three sets of grandparents to have
fun with from time to time. There were Mother's,
Father's and Ralph's parents and all the extra aunts,
uncles and cousins. Father's parents visited at times
but not usually during Ralph's family gatherings.
Mother's parents came only on occasions and sometimes to
those gatherings.
Of all the times, Uncle Hal had visited with us, he had
never stayed over before. Being the special event it
was, I asked Uncle Hal if he could room with me for his
visit. Mother, Ralph and Uncle Hal's parents thought it
would be no harm for us kids to bunk together.
When it came time for bed, Uncle Hal went up stairs with
me. I suppose it would have been early for a sixteen
year old to go to bed, but I was his little buddy and he
wanted to be with me. Besides there was no one else near
his age around to entertain him. I was proud of my own
room and wanted to show it off to my favorite uncle.
I showed Uncle Hal around the third floor, so he would
know his way around in the night and around my own room.
He was impressed with my hide out on the third floor
away from the rest of the house. He had closed the door
down stairs to insure our privacy.
After about a half hour of looking at things in my room,
I got myself ready for bed. Uncle Hal sat reading comic
books and watching me change. When I returned from the
bathroom, he was in bed and waiting for me to shut off
the light. I put off the light and climbed into bed with
him.
I dressed, in my usual, undershirt and undershorts. I
did not like to be confined to pajamas and it was
usually too warm upstairs for extra clothing at night.
Many times I would remove my undershirt before the night
ended, or even do away with my undershorts as well.
There was nothing like sleeping completely nude.
Uncle Hal joined me, dressed in only his undershorts,
and seemed to do a lot of moving around in bed. It was
difficult for me to sleep, since I was used to sleeping
alone. It was fun having someone to visit with, except
he did not visit after the light went out. Every time he
moved he placed a different arm or leg across my body.
Soon he seemed to settle down for the night. I had
started to go to sleep, when I felt Uncle Hal lift up
his body a bit and move his arms down his side. He
removed his undershorts. I felt a slight motion in the
bed as I paid more attention to my roommate. He quickly
threw back the covers and caused the motion to increase.
I turned my head in his direction and could see in the
dim night-light that he was holding his penis and
pumping it up and down. He gave out a deep sigh and I
could see from the dim night light, a wet substance come
out at the end of his penis. At my age and experience I
was not familiar enough to realize totally what had
happened.
He got up carefully from the bed, made his way down the
hall to the bathroom, returned in a few minutes put on
his undershorts and quietly got into bed. That was the
last I heard of him for the rest of the night.
A couple of nights later he repeated the same action
while I laid there half asleep. In the mornings nothing
was mentioned by either of us.
My first Christmas at Ralph's home was very nice. We had
a large tree in our front room for all the neighborhood
to see. There were a number of presents we could not
have had if we were not there. I recall there was a
bicycle for each Barb and me. Another was a small train
set that Ralph played with most of the time with or
without me.
JANUARY 1948
AGE SEVEN
FUN WITH BIG FRANK
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7.2
Ralph had a favorite place to go to get out of the house
and relax. It was at a local restaurant, where he
visited with the owner and friends. He would go there
maybe once or twice a week to unwind and leave the house
to Mother. He had been an independent male for so long,
he needed a break from the girls just as I did. He
retreated to the restaurant and I had my room on the
third floor.
There was a time shortly after the new year that he
invited me to go for a visit to the restaurant. The
place was quite light and airy with a lot of windows.
Even in the winter, the place seemed open and spring
like. I remember there was a small bar on the inside
wall. Technically, I was not allowed to be there in the
bar area, so Ralph and I would sit at a table near the
windows to watch the traffic go by or visit with
friends.
At times Ralph and I were there before the place opened
up for business or on a day it was closed. Frank, the
owner, would put me up on the edge of the bar and feed
me soda and snacks while he and Ralph talked. Frank
showed me around the kitchen area and allowed me to see
what he did there.
Ralph and Frank made an arrangement for me to be there
on some closed days to help Frank when there was no
school. It was some kind of school holiday that spring
that Ralph dropped me off with Frank for the afternoon.
Frank had me putting things away or cleaning up around
the place. As a seven year old there was not much I
could do, but I really tried hard.
Those visits alone with Frank happened a couple of
times, when once he sat me on the bar and talked to me
about his business and how lonely it was there after
everyone went away. He gave me the thought that I could
stay with him sometimes at night. Frank was a very
likeable guy and had great stories to tell me, so I
thought it would be great to stay with him some night.
He phoned and talked to Ralph, who said he would talk to
Mother and get back to him. In about half an hour Ralph
called back to let Frank know that I could stay if I
really wanted to. Frank put me on the phone and Ralph
asked me if I wanted to stay with Frank for the night. I
told him I did not mind and wanted to keep him company.
Ralph said he would meet me there for lunch the next day
and hung up.
Frank had me do a few more chores before he announced it
was time to quit for the day and go up stairs to his
apartment. His apartment was rather large and cluttered
with books, magazines and papers of all kinds but sparse
on furnishings. He spent most of his time working and
did not concern himself with his living area.
We were both tired and a bit dirty from the working down
stairs in the restaurant. Frank suggested we relax and
look at some books for a while before taking a bath and
getting ready for bed. He started by showing me some of
the books he used for his painting hobby and went on to
show me some of his paintings.
It was warm in the apartment and Frank removed his
shirt, shoes and trousers leaving only his underwear on.
I was involved in looking at a magazine and did not give
it any thought. I knew we planned on take a bath so it
did not surprise me when he disrobed and asked me to do
the same.
As the afternoon went into the evening he showed me more
and more things in picture form. Before too long he
showed me pictures of girls without clothing and asked
my reaction to them. I told him they were very pretty.
All this time he watched me to see my responses. Being
only seven and not being very worldly, I did not think
ahead as to where things may be leading.
Looking at the women did not seem to impress my seven-
year-old mind very much, so Frank moved on to harder
material. He showed me more nude women in more exposed
positions. And still no reaction from me. Next he showed
me a picture of a young man showing his nude backside.
He talked about how he would paint him and went on to
another picture of the same guy with a frontal pose.
Ralph asked what I thought about the picture and asked
what were the most important or difficult parts to
paint.
Not being a painter, I really had no way of knowing. I
told him I did not know and he went on to explain
different parts of the body and how he could capture
them on canvass. All that time he watched to see how I
would response to exposure to nude men or women. About
that time he was reacting more than I. He continued to
handle his crotch as he moved things around or fondled
himself. I tried not to notice but once he caught me
looking into his crotch.
His activity and the view of the men got me arouse
somewhat, for a seven year old. Frank moved around on
the edge of the couch and sat closer to me. Soon after,
I felt his hand on my bare leg as he continued to talk
and show me pictures of nude men. It seemed to me that
his hand kept moving closer to my crotch. I may have
been only seven, but I realized something pleasant was
happening inside me as a result of his touch.
Without warning I felt his hand go up and slightly under
the leg of my undershorts. The feeling really stimulated
my very young body and Frank seemed to know it. He asked
if I felt comfortable with him. I said I did and he
asked if I was ready for a bath with him. He caught me
by surprise and I hesitated. To prompt me he slid his
hand further under my undershorts until his hand touched
my testicles. I thought the feeling was going to drive
me out of my skin. It was so very enjoyable and I wanted
more.
He quickly removed his hand from my crotch, placed it
upon the back of my neck with his other hand on my arm
and guided me up and toward his bed room. Standing me
just inside his bedroom, he told me to wait while he
started the bath tub water. I could see and admire all
the pictures and photos on the walls. There were a few
nude women and mostly nude men. Many of the nude poses
of men were young and a couple of them were very young
men or boys. The boys' photos might have been taken as
they posed for him.
I stood there taking in the poses when he returned
catching me in a stimulated state. I was not even aware
of my physical appearance at that time. I stood there
looking up at the pictures and photos with my left hand
holding onto my undershorts and my erect penis under
them .
Frank watched me for a few seconds before he came over
to me. He crouched down in front of me, looked me
straight in the eyes, put his hands on either side of my
waist, pulled me into his arms and without saying
anything slide his hands from my waist to my ankles
removing my undershorts. I stood there helplessly in his
arms and with my buttocks in his hands. He rubbed my
butt cheeks in his large hands and gave me wonderful
sensations.
The sensations were so wonderful, I did not mind his
finger reamed up and into my colon channel. He moved his
finger around inside my hot little colon stimulating the
end of my bared penis to touch his under garments. Frank
quickly removed his finger from me, placed his hands on
either side of my buttocks. Still looking me in the
eyes, he lifted his hands taking my undershirt up and
over my head. He dropped the undershirt to my side and
asked if I was ready for that bath. I told him I was.
Frank was at that time in his middle fifties. He had
light blonde hair mixed with a lot of gray. His eyebrows
were big and bushy, mostly gray with spots of darker
hairs sticking out here and there. He had been a large
and powerful man with little fat. Over the years his
muscle mass has began to go leaving soft loose tissue in
it place. He appeared to be in good shape for his age.
Frank stood up in front of me, pulled off his undershirt
to reveal his sparse and slightly gray haired chest and
loose muscles and skin. Without any hesitation, he slid
down his underwear in front of me exposing what had been
a bulge in his undershorts. His large hard penis popped
out and up in front of him somewhat like a 'Jack in the
Box. For a seconds it startled me and I stepped back a
little.
He asked if he could pick me up and hold me in his arms.
I nodded to his desire and experienced a rush of
emotions inside me as he did. He held me tightly and
gently in his large arms as he walked toward the
bathroom and the running tub water. He placed me
carefully on the floor at the side of the tub, reached
into the water to test it and picked me up and put me in
the tub water. He stood up and got into the water with
me and without thinking rubbed his own genitals.
I stood there in my nakedness looking at him step over
the edge of the tub and into the water. I could see the
penis rod bob around as it moved jetting out of a bush
of grayish blonde hair. His testicle sack swung back and
forth between his legs and suddenly came to a stop when
he pulled his legs together.
He asked if the water felt warm enough. I said it was
just fine. He invited me to turn away from him. When I
did he sat down into the water and pulled me into his
lap. I could feel his hard shaft press against my back.
It caused me some excitement. Frank picked up a
washcloth from the water and slowly washed my neck and
back, chest and abdomen, crotch and legs. Then he asked
me to stand and bend forward while he wiped the cloth up
and down in my crotch and butt crack. The feeling he
gave me was at such a level I could not begin to explain
it. I knew I loved this man and what he was doing to me.
Frank dropped the cloth into the water, placed his hands
on my waist, pulled me into his face and kissed my butt
cheeks. As if that was not enough, he used his tongue to
excite my rectum. He ran his taster muscle up and around
the crack and in and out of my anal canal. The thrill to
my young body caused me to shiver and shake noticeably.
Frank asked if I minded what he was doing. Without
hesitation, I indicated to him that I was just thrilled
with what he was doing.
He turned me around to face him as he sat in the bottom
of the tub in front of me. Once again he pulled me into
his face. That time he tasted my testicles and the tip
of my throbbing little penis. He moaned as he enjoyed
the flavor of my genitals. As he sucked harder and
harder on my little penis, I thought he was going to rip
it from my crotch. The sensation of his tongue action
against my penis caused me to involuntarily hump in and
out of his mouth. The more he tongued me the more I
humped. It must have been a great experience for Frank.
I knew it was for me.
While Frank held my butt cheeks, he slowly rubbed my
rectum with his finger. A few times in the excitement he
managed to get his finger in and out. That added to the
already exciting experience.
I got so very excited and finally went limp in his
mouth. Frank sucked me loose, got up on his knees and
asked me if I would like to taste him as he had done to
me. I looked at his large hard penis and could not see
me putting it into my mouth. He held it by his hand as
his eyes beckoned me to try. Slowly, I moved closer to
him as he moved toward my lips with his large tool.
The challenge and temptation was too much to hold me
back. I wanted to please Frank, no matter what. He told
me to touch his genitals with my hands so I reached out
and held his huge testicle sack in my left hand. With my
right hand I moved down on the top of his penis shaft.
There was such a contrast between his soft testicles sac
and his hard penis. Gently I rubbed my hand under the
sack and wrapped my hand around his rod.
Frank put his hand over mine and pumped his hard,
throbbing penis. I could feel the blood pulsing and
jerking as we pumped harder and harder. He moved my hand
to join the other under his shaft while he pumped harder
and faster. His testicles flopped around and about as he
pumped and humped. He sighed and moaned as he moved back
and forth pumping and humping until he suddenly gasped
as for air and let out a load moan.
At that time his penis head let out a white creamy
substance as I had seen come from Joe. The difference
was that Joe squirted out with greater force than did
fifty-plus year old Frank. The amount seemed to me to be
about the same. I really got a good look and feel of his
semen as it fell upon my arm and forearm before I could
move it. I was at a loss as to what to do about it.
Standing there seemingly amazed, Frank asked how it felt
to feel him. I told him it was okay except for the
sticky stuff. He laughed, pulled me to him, hugged and
kissed my face and neck. I put my arms around his large
neck and squeezed him. His body felt good against my
young, soft body.
Big Frank, as I came to call him, turned on the tub
water again and rinsed me off. After I was rinsed he
stood up, gave me a towel and asked me to get out of the
tub and dry off. He rinsed off quickly and stepped out
with another towel. We both dried off, went into the
bedroom and laid on the bed holding each other close as
we rested.
Big Frank liked his beer and became thirsty. He invited
me to go down stairs to the restaurant kitchen for a
drink with him. We both put on trousers quickly and
walked down to the kitchen. When we got there he
suggested I might be hungry and agreed to fix up
something to help us sleep. He grabbed a bottle of beer
for himself and got out milk and a few other ingredients
for me. I decided that I could handle a bowl of cereal
with the milk.
I ate while Frank drank several beers and told me tall
tales. After I finished the cereal, we retired to the up
stairs apartment for the night. He and I removed our
trousers and got into his big, soft bed. We hugged each
other and went to sleep.
The next late morning Ralph returned to joined us for
lunch. He asked no questions except to ask if I enjoyed
my visit with Big Frank. I told him we had a good time
together and added no more. Frank winked at me, gave me
a hug and kissed my cheek.
Ralph and I enjoyed hot turkey sandwiches with stuffing,
cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, rolls and lots of rich
creamy milk. I was hungry since I slept late and skipped
breakfast except for a fast bowl of cereal.
I came to enjoy visiting Big Frank as often as he asked
and I was allowed to do so. We both enjoyed being nude,
unrestrained with clothing. I liked seeing his pictures
and photos. Our physical relationship in those early
years never went beyond his masturbation and him sucking
me.
JULY 1948
AGE SEVEN
RALPH'S FAMILY SUMMER GATHERING
SCHOOL SEASON BEGAN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7.2
Each summer, it was the custom of Ralph's family to
gather at the old family homestead. In July of 1948 it
was no exception. During 1947, I spent most of the
summer with my grandparents on both sides of my family
and missed Ralph's family summer event. Independence Day
was the time the family gathered for fun, games, eating,
gossiping and remembering. At the beginning of the
gathering the elders of the family held a family reunion
to discuss family changes and memorable events.
Once the party began it went on for days until most had
left. Some family members stayed there at the home or
nearby with other family members or friends for those
summer weeks. Summers there were not boring. There was
always someone around or something going on. Ralph's
sisters and brother-in-laws stayed only for a short
period of time. Most had to return to their work or
jobs. His parents, aunts, uncles and cousins who may
have been on vacation or may not have worked stayed
around longer. Ralph's parents and grandparents paid
more attention to my sister and I than did any of the
other adults. We were made to feel a welcome part of the
family.
That summer was the first time I remember sleeping with
anyone in my room, except Uncle Hal. All the house space
and the back lot were filled with adults or their
children. Space was needed and my room was used as a
dormitory. Boys sleep on the floor and in bed with me.
The other room bedroom, up there on the third floor, was
used for the same. It was strange for me getting used to
all my new cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents. The
boys staying in my room kept me awake most of the night
partying and I could hear from the room next door from
time to time. I fell asleep from exhaustion sometime
after one that first morning.
The boys sleeping with me were around the same age as me
or maybe a year older or younger. Younger boys were
housed in the other room with a couple of older boys in
charge. There were four of us in my bed. They played
around, but I do not remember anything erotic about the
nights. It could have been I was too young to remember
or know the difference.
Every day we ran and played games. The girls were pests
as I recall. They wanted the boys to play their games
and the boys did not want any part of it. My sister,
Barb, was there to keep an eye on me and to see that no
one bothered me. It was not really necessary, but I was
her little brother and she felt it her responsibility.
There were a few boys who stayed in the spare room next
door when I went back to school after my few weeks break
for the summer. For me, school was in session all year
long, except for a few seasonal breaks.
My third grade teacher, Mrs. O'Connor, was a fun lady. I
remember she made fun of words as she taught them. It
helped me remember some of the funny ways the English
language is used. Lots of times we played games as we
learned. Most every afternoon at the end of the school
day she would hug each student good bye. That was in the
school season from about late July 1948 to the end of
June 1949.
I remember a girl in the class that year by the name of
Grace. It seemed that each time I looked in her
direction, she was looking back at me and smiling. She
was very bold with me. Many times she would come up to
me to talk and touch me. I was too young at the time to
realize that she had a crush on me.
AGE SEVEN
NEW SISTER, CAROL BORN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7.2
On 3 November 1948, Mother gave birth to another girl.
She was named, Carol, after an aunt of Ralph. This
caused a few major adjustments to our family.
Mother spent less time with me than she had before, not
that she had much for me before. She always had more
important things to do than put up with my boy things. I
began at that early age to feel her withdrawal from my
life. At times it made me sad not having her to myself
as I did before Father's death. Fortunately, Ralph tried
to include me into much of his activity.
In a way I felt happy for Ralph. He had a child of his
own. At first, I was a little disappointed by the
attention the little one got, but soon we all enjoyed
the new member of the family, except for her awful
noise. I would retreat to my third floor room and Ralph
went into his office.
Submitted by Chucketal, Keene, NH 03431 c Copyright 2001
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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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