Curious 50s Boy

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

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Author’s Note: This is a continuation of my first effort, Curious 50s Boy, Part 1, and I thought I would insert a comment here:

“Queer” or “fairy” were the common terms to refer to us in the 1950s. But I am uncomfortable using those terms in my writing, so , although the term “gay” was many years in the future, that is what I will use from here on out …

Also, there are lots of asides and editorial comments. Looking back, I would have liked to tell that boy (myself) some of the things I include in the story … he would have become a lot better adjusted at an earlier age.

Chapter 2

I arrived home after the first episode with Johnny just in time to sit down to supper. My grandmother asked me about the movie, and I just told her it was the usual matinee stuff … lots of news reels, short subjects and a B-western. I knew the name of the movie and who was in it from the posters outside the theater. During supper, I told her that I had met a man over at 97 who said that he had seen me mowing a lawn near his house. I told her that he had asked if I would like to do his lawn as well. I said that I was going to go by his house tomorrow and see how big it was and whether it was within the limits of what I could handle on my own.

She said she was glad for me so that I would be able to save up some money for school clothes and also have some spending money during the school year.

That evening after supper, I went up to my room and lay down on my bed. I closed my eyes and relived all of the big events that had happened to me in just one single day … meeting Johnny … the lunch … “he said” … “I said” … “I should have said” … the afternoon at the baths … and I couldn’t stop smiling. If smiles were sunshine, I could have lit up the entire room. I also started thinking about the things to come. I hoped Johnny had a huge yard so that I could work for him often.

After breakfast the next morning, I got the old reel-type mower out of the garage and wheeled it up the street to the house Johnny had pointed out before he dropped me off at 97. I had a legitimate reason for visiting him …

The house sat on a wide lot back off the street about 50 yards. There were lots of trees and bushes and flower beds that looked like they could use some work, as well as what seemed like acres of grass. You could see that there was also a big back yard. The house was a typical two-story with an attic and basement that was common to that neighborhood. There was also an old, wooden garage off to the side of the house with a breezeway that connected it to the main house.

I hesitated before I walked up the sidewalk in order to compose myself. I knew why I was there, and Johnny knew why I was coming. I could hardly contain my joy … or the nervous sweat that I could feel running down from my armpits inside my shirt.

I walked up the sidewalk and rang the bell. Johnny opened the door in his bathrobe and acted like he didn’t know me. He said, “Yes, can I help you?”

I told him that I had come to see him about doing his lawn. He asked me to come in.

As soon as the door closed behind me, Johnny hugged me to him, caressed my face, and said, “We have to be very discrete outside the house, but inside we can relax and just be ourselves.”

I told him that I understood and that I felt the same way … I would call him “Mr. Johnny” outdoors where the neighbors might overhear. Johnny smiled at that.

He stood back and then drew me to him and slipped his hands down inside the back of my pants.  Johnny grabbed my buns, lifted me up even with his face, and kissed me on the lips.

I didn’t know what to think about that … I hadn’t considered kissing and hugging as part of being gay. Like most innocents of those days, being gay simply equated to sex. At my young and relatively naïve age, gay things were blowjobs in a dark, secret place or what we referred to back then as “cornholing.” Even that latter thing was usually just part of a dirty joke, and, for all we knew, it might not have even been possible to do it. I would later find out it was indeed real … but at that point I was still the innocent.

When I recoiled slightly, Johnny said, “Relax kid, we will still go at your own speed. What’s the matter? Hasn’t anyone ever kissed you before?”

I blushed and said, “Nobody but family—and not too many of them. I guess we are not very affectionate.”

Johnny said, “Well, you may as well get used to it if you are going to be my buddy. Get ready, kid, because here comes a big one!”

With that, he began kissing me on the lips and tried to work his tongue into my mouth. When I resisted, he stood back, held me at arms length, and said, “Relax, kid! Yesterday you put my dick in your mouth for minutes on end, and now you act like my tongue is as deadly as the plague! I am trying to show you the ropes and you are just going to have to relax some and trust me.”

I thought about it for a minute or so and then drew myself closer to him, forcing myself to relax. This time he gently kissed me on the lips, and I opened my mouth to him.

His tongue entered and played with mine as if it were a game. At the same time, he ground his crotch into my hard dick. At this point he stopped and said, “We’d better go out to the garage and get the mower out or we will never get anything done today.”

When we got outside, he opened up one side of the double doors and gave me the biggest surprise of the morning. Inside the garage there was a big, walk-behind power mower. I had never seen one up close and it was a real beauty—a big hog that looked like it weighed 500 pounds. Johnny rolled it out of the garage in his bathrobe and said, “I will have to go get dressed, but then I’ll show you how to start it up and run it. It will whip you if you aren’t careful!” He showed me where he kept the gas and oil and pointed out where I would check them. Johnny said for me to go ahead and fill it up while he went to change.

When he came back, he coiled the starting rope around the pulley and made sure that it was ready. Johnny told me to stand back and gave the rope a huge pull. The rope turned the engine over, but the knotted end went flying through the air, and hit me right in the nuts. I doubled over in pain, and Johnny turned and grabbed me. He pulled me into the garage told me to drop my pants …

Believe me, it was hard to drop them half bent over, but I managed to do as Johnny instructed. He pulled my shorts down and began massaging my balls … we were back far enough where nobody could see us, and he dropped to his knees and began licking my balls. That was enough to take away the crippling ache in my crotch. I immediately became erect, and he then transferred his attention to my dick …I quickly came and told him he should patent that cure for achy nuts.

“Back to work,” he said as if nothing had happened. I pulled my pants back up, shucked off my shirt, and went to work.

Johnny instructed me on safety issues related to the power mower, and I quickly got the hang of using it. Just as Johnny had said, however, it was indeed a big beast and you really had to wrestle it around to properly steer it. By noon I had finished most of the mowing, and Johnny said he was going in to the house to fix some sandwiches for our lunch. He told me that there was a shower in his basement if I wanted to cool off before we took a break. I knew that he had ulterior motives, so I said that I would like to get in the shower before we ate. I was beginning to love Johnny’s motives.

The majority of bathrooms in those days didn’t have showers, but instead had cast iron bathtubs. Most people rigged up shower heads directly off the pipes in the basement and let the water run out the floor drain. That was the type of set-up Johnny had. Over beside the laundry tubs he had a hand held shower nozzle, but there was no shower curtain. He said for me to strip and take my shower, and he would bring me a towel.

I stripped and lathered up, but when Johnny came back down with towels he was naked and erect, just as I suspected he would be. He got under the water with me, and we began kissing where we had left off earlier that morning. I was still not exactly comfortable with the kissing part, but I loved snuggling up closely to him as we ground our dicks together.

After a time, I stooped down and licked his nipples … Johnny told me to bite them, so I gently nipped at them like a puppy. But he increased the pressure on my neck and commanded, “Bite!” So I did what he asked and chomped down even harder on them.

I could feel the downward pressure on my shoulders and gradually lowered myself down until I could look up at his nuts. I raised up and took one of them into my mouth. I licked and sucked it and then moved over to the other and did the same thing. Then I tried to take both in my mouth at once. Johnny rocked slightly backward so that my tongue could reach that magic area behind the scrotum … the taint … (as in “it ’taint balls and ’taint ass.”)

[NOTE: I am not a rimmer to this day, although I have found it very arousing to be rimmed, so that was not what I was doing or intended to do … Just in case you were wondering, I was still very innocent.]

I raised up some and began tracing the veins of his dick with my tongue. The head of Johnny’s cock was pouring out pre-cum. I licked some up and spread it all over his dick. Then I took just the head in my mouth and began working my tongue all over the underside of the head. (Even now, the underside is still the place where I focus my attention because it the most sensitive area of my own dick.). I must have worried over the junction of his dickhead and shaft for minutes before he slowly began trying to fuck my mouth.

At the time, I was kind of offended by that. It crossed my mind that he wanted to use my mouth like a pussy, and I ain’t no pussy! I am a guy who likes to suck a dick, but I ain’t no pussy! For years, whenever I was on the receiving end of a blowjob, I made sure I didn’t move much because I didn’t want anybody to think I was using them for a pussy. My partners must have thought I was a total emotionless stone! Totally frigid! But, over the years, I have lightened up a lot.

Anyway, the thoughts I was having didn’t last too long because he picked up speed, and I was busy savoring the experience. Suddenly he said, “You’d better watch out if you don’t want a mouthful!”

At that point, I didn’t know what I wanted because I didn’t know much about cum … did you swallow, did you spit, or did you just pull off and finish your partner off by jacking them? Would that nasty-looking gray, slimy, stuff hurt you, or what? So I pulled off, and I allowed him to cover me with cum again …

Anyway, Johnny dried me off after rinsing me with the shower nozzle. Then he said, “Lets go eat the sandwiches I made, and then I will take care of you.”

Neither one of us dressed before we ate. We sat around talking, eating, and even got crumbs on our cranks. Then he said, “I want to show you the rest of the house.”

Johnny led me upstairs to his bedroom and told me I could lie on his unmade bed because he wanted to show me something. It was a comfortable bed and smelled fresh. He soon returned with a shoebox full of pictures. Johnny began laying them out on the bed and they were all of men in every imaginable sexual poses … some were sucking, some were fucking, and others required a lot of explanation for me. He asked me to look at them. We could try any of the things that seemed attractive to me, Johnny said. I didn’t really know which ones to pick because, as you know from the first part of my story, my experience was very limited. So Johnny picked out a few and put the rest away.

The first picture Johnny selected was of two men dry fucking. One had his legs spread in the air, while the other guy’s dick was sliding back and forth in the first guy’s crack …

Johnny said, “I want you to fuck me just like that!”

He reached for a jar of Vaseline on the nightstand and rubbed it all over my dick. Then he put a pillow under his ass and spread his legs wide apart. I got on top and lay between his legs. I supported myself with extended arms so I could watch my dick slide back and forth in his crack, across his balls, and up the underside of his dick. As the friction got to me, he wrapped his lower legs around my thighs and increased the pressure. When I started huffing and puffing and got ready to cum, Johnny raised me up, rocked me forward, and swallowed my dick to the root. I came in quarts … or so it felt.

After we rested, Johnny told me that what we are all seeking is to bring the maximum pleasure to each other. You can’t be selfish or just be interested in getting yourself off, he advised. Some things that we do at times might be painful at first, but there is also great pleasure behind the pain. But it is all an art of finding your own way in the world of gay sex.

After all of that, we went back outside and trimmed the lawn.

To be continued...

Posted: 08/07/09