Curious 50s Boy

By: David Divers
(© 2008-2009 by the author)
Edited by: Madison Cole

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Chapter 1

First let me say that at the time of the story, I was a normal 15-year old boy and sex wasn’t really a dominant thought in my life yet. I jacked off long before I could have a real wet orgasm because I loved the feeling of that spasmodic pleasure. Most of my fantasies were of girls, because that is what “real” boys thought about. I had an uncle who lived with another man and the whole family knew that he was “that way,” but we just didn’t talk about it. The two of them came to family get-togethers and all, and we called both of them “uncle,” but the entire family knew the real score. My older brother and I also experimented a time or two, but nothing serious ever happened. A little mutual jack off and once or twice we experimented with oral sex, but nothing to conclusion. So, I was aware that “queer things”—the name for it in those days—took place, but it never really was an option in the late 1950s. Then, one night at scout camp, there was an event that changed all my youthful expectations.

There was a classmate of ours named Billy. Billy was a little runt of a kid who would do anything to try to be one of the guys. Our camp was set up in rows of permanent tents, and each tent held six to eight boys. Billy was in the next tent over from mine and late one night I could hear them quietly talking. Billy was blowing one of the other boys. They all wanted to be next. I don’t know why, but secretly I knew that I didn’t really want to be on the receiving end of a blow job from Billy—I wanted to be Billy. At least, I wanted just to have the nerve to do it. But if anybody ever found out, the shame and humiliation would have killed me. In most ways I wanted to be like everybody else, but deep down I knew I was different. For years afterward, thoughts about Billy became one of my many jack off fantasies.

My name is David—but everybody calls me Dave—and this is a story about what happened to me when I was about 15 years old. I was about 5’ 7”, 140 lbs., a cute, normal boy, with a somewhat athletic build and a dark tan from practically living outdoors when I was home. My eyes are dark brown—almost black—and I have dark brown hair cut in a crew cut. I have very long, dark eyelashes and a smooth complexion.

We lived in a rural school district about ten miles from a mid-west city. That particular summer, I was staying in a suburb of the city with my grandparents, working part-time mowing lawns, doing odd jobs, and being a gofer for any of the old people in the neighborhood. There were no kids around, so I had to entertain myself any way I could.

One morning I asked my grandmother if I could go downtown that afternoon to see a movie. She gave me permission to go, so I got cleaned up and walked over to a place called “97” to get the bus. In the old days, “97” was the name of the streetcar stop for that area, and after many years everybody still called it that. So I paid something like 10 or 15 cents for the fare, got on the bus, and rode down to Main Street.

I got off at Main Street and wandered around by myself, just window shopping in some of my favorite stores. After awhile I noticed an older guy, probably around 30, who was also window shopping right along with me. I would stop at a store and look at the merchandise, and pretty soon he would appear right beside me. Without knowing anything else about him, I knew right away what he was. He didn’t say anything to me, but he just seemed to be there, hovering in the background while pretending to look in the window. Finally, I walked to the big downtown theater and was looking at the movie posters when he again appeared. This time, however, he spoke, asking, “Still kind of early for a movie, isn’t it? You seem to enjoy shopping for the same things I like.”

I said, “Yes sir, I like to look at all of the gadgets and stuff.”

He said, “I am going to go to a movie later on myself and don’t have anyone to have lunch with. Have you eaten yet?”

I replied, “I had something before I left the house.”

He said, “A young guy like you could probably still stand a hotdog or something, couldn’t you?”

I said, “I only have enough money for the movie and bus fare home.”

He pressed on, “Don’t worry about that. I work nights and just got paid, so I am loaded right now. Besides, I could probably even give you a ride home. Where do you live?”

I told him, “97.”

“How about that? We’re almost neighbors. What street do you live on?”

I told him the name of my grandmother’s street and he said, “That’s a real coincidence! I live just across the East Avenue on the north end of your street. Do you go to the high school?”

I shook my head no and told him the name of my little town that I lived in during the school year. I also told him I had probably often walked past his house many times going to the different stores near his place. I mentioned, too, that I mowed lawns in the neighborhood and helped people in their gardens.

He said, “Maybe you could do my lawn for me. I hate to do it during the little time I have off from work. Let’s walk over to the lunch counter at the 5 and 10 and see if we can get a bite to eat before time for the show. You can tell me what you would charge me, and maybe we can work out a deal. By the way you can call me ‘Johnny.’” I said, “My name is David.”

I wasn’t totally naïve. As I said before, I already had a good idea what he was, and that he was also trying to pick me up. Although I was a total virgin, my friends and I thought we knew all about the world and had talked about “queers” and the weird things they liked to do. As for me, though, I really had no experience with anything or anybody—male or female, for that matter. I knew I had those desires, but so far in my young life I had managed to hide them.

One of my friends had found an old-time porn story called, “The Youthful Playfulness of Jane” hidden in one of his Dad’s drawers. We had all passed it around and all of us boys had practically memorized it. It described everything to a “T.” There were no pictures, but it was still hot. Unlike the other boys who probably imagined themselves taking the grown man’s place in the stories, I imagined myself in both roles—giving and receiving! What a weird kid! In my later JO fantasies, I got just as excited imagining myself in the female role as I did in the male. But in those days, being a “queer” meant a lifetime of exile in our little town. So, even though it was something I wanted, I was totally ashamed of myself for even considering it.

Also, I was somewhat physically immature. I was just beginning to develop physically from a gangly boy into a gangly teen. I had great legs from outdoor activities, but was just beginning to get pubic hair and to fill out in the right places. I had seen my friends in the shower at school and at camp and I didn’t “measure up” in my mind. I was not so little that anyone would make fun of me, but I was still small in my own eyes. And I certainly wasn’t interested in exposing myself in front of a grown man.

Johnny must have sensed that I was aware that he was trying to pick me up. I knew that I wanted to go with him, but I would have been humiliated to admit it. My face must have reddened, because he said, “What is the matter, David? I am not a kidnapper. I’m just a guy who wants to become acquainted with you. We can talk about you mowing my lawn and taking care of the outside of my place if you are interested. Nothing can possibly happen in an open place like this, anyway. This is just a public conversation with two guys who just met on the street. And what is it going to cost you to have lunch with me?”

Johnny finished speaking, turned, and started to walk away. Then he looked back and asked, “You coming?”

Starting slowly at first, I began to walk after him and eventually caught up with his longer stride. We chatted as we walked along about my school and other guy stuff. Soon we reached the 5 and 10 store. It was already after the lunch hour rush, so there was nobody at the lunch counter. We sat on adjacent stools and after we ordered, Johnny swiveled his stool around so he could look at me. He said, “David, has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful lips?”

I must have reddened even brighter than I normally do because he said, “No, I really mean it. Haven’t the girls or your Mom ever said it? I mean, your Mom must have told you that at least a time or two—hasn’t she?”

I just kept silent. Johnny commented, “I mean it. You are a great looking young man and will be quite a catch for some young girl when you are ready.” He hesitated a moment, and then added, “… or someone else.”

I just looked away. I swallowed and said, “Well, it hasn’t happened yet. I don’t have the money, time, or opportunity to go out or anything. And I won’t have a car of my own for at least a few more years. I guess there will be plenty of time for that when I am older.”

Johnny asked, “Well, if you don’t date, then what do you so for ‘exercise?’”

Not understanding what Johnny really meant, I quickly replied, “Oh, I play some sports, hunt, fish, and love to walk and explore the woods.”

“I love to do all those things too, but I don’t mean that kind of exercise, David. You are a growing, mature boy. What do you do for other ‘exercise?’”

“I don’t do anything. What do you mean?”

Johnny smiled and said, “You don’t do anything for sex?”

I just stayed quiet and, if it was possible, blushed even harder.

Johnny noted, “We both know what boys do in private. I am going to level with you—as great as it feels and as great as the thoughts you have are when you do it, I can show you things that are even better. But if we did anything, David, we would never do anything that you didn’t want to do, and I would stop whenever you said to.”

Finally admitting to myself that I could be talked into it, I said, “What if someone would find out? My life would be ruined. Anyway, what makes you so sure I am even interested in things like that?”

Johnny lowered his voice and said earnestly, “David, do you know what would happen to me if anyone found out? If your Dad didn’t kill me first, they would put me in prison for many years.”

He looked around to see if anyone was watching and then reached under the counter. His hand brushed against my cock and asked, “If you weren’t interested, would that thing be hard?” Johnny left his hand there and grasped my dick through my pants. He smiled again. “Your lips might lie, David,” he said, “but your cock always tells the truth.”

I swiveled my stool back away from him and started to get up, but Johnny removed his hand and put it on my shoulder to restrain me. He apologized and said, “I am sorry if I shocked you, but the simple truth is that I find it hard to keep my hands off you.”

I ignored Johnny’s apology, but sat back down and took a bite of my hotdog the waitress had placed on the countertop in front of me. My mouth was as dry as a bone. Taking a sip of soda to wash it down, I quickly realized I had to either break off our encounter where it was or go along with what Johnny wanted to do. And, as most of you know, a stiff dick has no conscience—so I asked Johnny softly, “Where could we go?”

He said, “Look, there are thousands of people like us. You are not alone.
Probably many of your friends have the same thoughts and desires. Someday they will come to grips with what you could be doing this very afternoon.”

Johnny took a deep breath and explained, “There is a place near here that is run by people like us, for people who just need to get away and quietly be themselves for a while. But we have to be discrete. Do you know what that means, David? I am known there. They would let us in. And everyone you see at that place goes there for the same reason. It is a quiet, private location where you can relax and just be yourself. Or, we could go back to my house and get to know each other better there.”

I thought about it for a minute and realized I didn’t want to go to his house where there would be nobody to help if he decided to get rough with me. So I stalled some more, playing with my food. Johnny said, “We will tell them you are my nephew and we are just going do a workout and take a steam. They will look the other way about your age. Anyway, it is dark in there and you can stand behind me. They won’t even notice … they don’t want to notice.” Johnny paused a moment. Then came the question: “What about it, David—do you want to go?”

I stayed silent, completely at a loss for words. He said, “I am going to pay the bill and then you can make a choice. Stay here and finish your lunch and go to the movie, or you can come with me.”

So, Johnny got the waitress’s attention and paid our bill. He got up while I just continued to sit there. He said, “Look, it is a big decision, I know. I will be walking back toward the theater and you can come along, or I will just go on without you.”

I waited until he left. I was still thinking. Eventually, I decided to follow … and I found Johnny, not far away. He stood waiting just around the corner.

When I got near him, he turned and started walking. Smiling, he said, “So you have made a decision, huh?”

I said nothing. I just continued to follow him.

We walked north for a few more blocks and got his car out of a parking lot. He drove for another few blocks and pulled into a parking lot next to an old brick building that had definitely seen better days. We got out and quickly walked to an unmarked doorway. We entered a smelly, dark vestibule. Johnny pushed a buzzer mounted by the doorway, and a small window in the wall opened. A gravelly voice asked what he wanted. He showed them a card and said, “I want a room for my nephew here, and a locker for myself.”

"Nephew, huh? How old is this ‘nephew?’”

“He is eighteen and lives out of town. We just want to workout and maybe take a steam.”

The voice from the dark said, “The price is $5.00 for the room, and another $3.00 for the locker.”

Johnny paid and a buzzer sounded. Another door opened and we were in. Johnny said in a low voice, “Just stay behind me.” An attendant handed him a sheet, two towels, and two keys on wrist bands. The attendant tried to get a look at me, but I stayed in the shadows.

With Johnny taking the lead, we walked down several dark hallways with many doors on either side. There was barely enough light to see, and the illumination that was there had a reddish cast. We finally reached a door with my number on it. Johnny quickly unlocked the door and handed me the key. He said, “Put this on your wrist and be sure not to lose it.” We went in. There was a switch on the wall, and Johnny flipped it, adjusting the light so the room was cast in a dim glow. He spread out the sheet on the cot and said, “For the next few hours this is your room—just like in a hotel. Nobody will bother you here as long as you have the door closed. Nothing will happen to you. You can walk the halls; you can use the facilities; and nobody will bother you if you don’t show any interest in them. You are so young and tender that almost everyone would worship the ground you walk on just to see you naked. But nobody will force you to do anything. When I leave, lock the door so you can have your privacy. I am going to my locker and get ready. You can stay in here as long as you want. Remember, David, we don’t have to do anything. You can get undressed or not. Do whatever will make you feel comfortable. If you want, you can lie down and take a nap. I will be back, and if you want to come out with me then, I will show you around a bit.”

The cot was covered with plastic and the sheet slid around on it when I lay down. I stripped to my shorts and stretched out on the cot. Before long, there was a light tapping at the door. I got up to unlock it and let Johnny back in. I could see that he was a well built guy, with light hair on his chest and well-developed muscles. In other words, he was just about the opposite of me. Johnny had a towel loosely wrapped around his waist so nothing was really exposed, but I could see that he didn’t have much hair down toward his crotch. Johnny noticed me staring, and he smiled and said, “Are you curious to see the rest of me, David?”

With that, he opened his towel and I could see he had very little hair at all leading down to his crotch. His dick was pretty hard and was about 6” long and was cut like mine. He said, “You can touch it, if you like. And when you are ready, I would love to see yours, too.”

Getting bolder than I thought I would, I hesitatingly reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock and tentatively stroked it a few times back and forth.

“This is a first for me … well, except for my big brother,” I said. Sensing my curiosity, Johnny eased his cock toward me so I could get a closer look. He brought it so close to my face that I could feel the heat radiating from it. I was still uncertain about what to do with it, so I asked him about his lack of hair down there. He told me he kept it cut short because he liked the way it looked, and that it made putting a “stripper” on and taking it off much easier. (NOTE: Everybody I knew called a condom a “stripper” in those days.)

I said, “You must work out, Johnny. You have a really nice body.”

He smiled at my compliment and said, “My job gives me plenty of exercise, and I also do a few sit-ups and other exercises at home to stay in shape.” Checking me out from head to toe, Johnny said, “David, you are a beautiful young man, just as I expected. You already have a beautiful body and you are going to grow into it even more as time goes on. You are definitely ‘eating material,’ as they say.”

Then Johnny asked, “Do you want to walk around a bit? There are not a lot of people here during the weekdays, so we won’t run into many. You can just wear your shorts, put your towel over them, or you can finish stripping down and I will show you how to wrap your towel around you so it doesn’t fall off. Or, we can just stay here and talk, if you want to do that. It is totally up to you, David.”

Self-consciously, I turned away and stripped off my shorts. I wrapped the towel around myself and tried to knot it so that it would stay on, but it kept coming loose.

“Here, let me help you with that, David,” Johnny said.

I turned around and I handed him the ends of the towel.

He asked, “Do you mind if I look? I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.”

I am an extremely shy person and didn’t really want him to see me, but deep down there was nothing in the world I wanted more right then—anything to break the ice and get it over with. Inside, however, I was about to cream my shorts in anticipation.

Johnny loosened the towel and looked longingly at my dick. “Why, David! You sure have nothing to be ashamed of. Your cock is beautiful, just like the rest of you. Mine is only slightly bigger than yours is now. In fact, you are still a growing boy, so your dick will soon make mine look like a child’s.”

Johnny smiled again, leaning forward, and asked, “Can I kiss it, David?” I didn’t reply immediately, so Johnny took that as permission. He kissed the tip of my cock ever so gently and then gave the underside of the head a quick lick.

“Did you like that?” Johnny asked. Gosh, I was in heaven! He said, “Do you want me to do it some more?” Wordlessly, I just pushed my cock toward him and he began licking and sucking it like a lollipop … it was so good … so good … God! … I tried to warn Johnny I was close, but no words would come out, and he just kept on and on … Too soon, I came in his mouth. I have no idea how much time passed, but the spasms and sensations seemed to last for hours before he finally stopped. I began apologizing for cumming in his mouth, but Johnny assured me that it was his decision and that my boy cum was like nectar on his tongue …

I immediately suffered pangs of guilt and wanted to run away, but Johnny held me in his strong arms and assured me that it was normal to feel guilty. But, he also said that the afternoon had just begun! I eventually relaxed and decided to go along with whatever happened next …

Johnny wrapped my towel around me again and knotted it for me. Together we left the room and locked the door behind us. He asked, “Would it make you feel more comfortable if we took a shower? We can have separate stalls or we can share one.”

I said softly, “Let’s take one together.”

Johnny led us to the shower room, which was indeed one big room just like a high school gang shower room with several separate stalls. I stripped off my towel and Johnny did, too. I was already half hard as I entered the stall where Johnny adjusted the water temperature for us. Then he began washing me from head to toe. I grabbed the soap and did the same to him, not neglecting his cock and balls. It was in some ways as if I were outside myself looking on—kind of surreal. I don’t know where I got the nerve to do what I did next. I knelt down in front of Johnny and actually took his cock in my mouth. I began to imitate the things he had done to me earlier, and I soon had his cock standing tall and dripping with what he told me was pre-cum. Johnny said that if I wasn’t careful he would cum in my mouth. At that point, I didn’t want that to happen, so I backed off and began to jack him off until, breathing hard, he warned, “Here it comes!” With that, his dick started spraying cum all over my face and chest. Some got on my lips and I wiped it away with the head of his dick. Then I put his dick back in my mouth and continued sucking him. I know that I got some of his cum in my mouth from that, but I was so hot I didn’t care …

We spent the rest of the afternoon in my room, and later he dropped me off at 97 so I could walk the rest of the way home alone. That way, nobody would be suspicious …

To be continued …

Author’s Note: So, that is how I lost my innocence.....I lost it many more times that summer at Johnny’s house and on some of our outings and camping trips over the next few years. If you liked this initial installment of my story, please write and let me know. I will be sending more in later on.

 

Posted: 09/31/09