Curious 50s Boy

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

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Chapter 4

I grabbed the bed sheet and covered up. I was crying out and sobbing at the same time: “Oh no!!!!” … “What the …” “Oh no!!!!” … I rolled over, covering up my head and howling … sighing … whimpering …

Johnny laid down on the bed and tried to comfort me. “I’m sorry, David! I was only trying to help you make some friends just like you …That is Rickey. He is just a good friend of mine from the neighborhood who also used to help me with the lawn. He had to get a part-time job, so I found you … Oh, David! It’s okay! … He is just like us … No, David, please don’t cry …”

I sobbed, “But he saw me! He saw me naked! He saw me when I wasn’t expecting it … He saw what you just did to me …Everything was so wonderful and now this. It’s all ruined …”

I felt another arm make its way around me, and another hand patted me on the back. I heard another voice saying, “It’s okay, buddy, nothing is wrong … all I saw was a beautiful guy receiving love from another beautiful friend … It was completely natural …Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything I haven’t seen before … Come on, David. Really, I’m just like you … Take a look … You can look at me all you like; then we’ll be even …”

I guess I still wasn’t as mature as I wanted to be …

“Please don’t cry …”

Somehow, I just couldn’t stop crying. I was completely humiliated! To make a public spectacle of me like that …Who else could have been watching? Who would be watching next time? … I felt betrayed … my best friend! I had lost my new best friend!

I felt a weight move off the bed and then another weight replaced it. I sensed a body wiggling its way under the sheet, two arms wrapping themselves around me, and two lips kissing my forehead. Those two arms just held me and caressed my back, patting me … and those lips made such soft, soothing noises …

“Please, David!” Rickey said. “Johnny told me about you, and I just had to see for myself what a great looking guy he had met and wanted me to meet … I’m so sorry I embarrassed you … It was all my idea, so don’t blame Johnny … I was watching, but because it was so beautiful to see. I did not mean to humiliate you in any way … Please look at me, David …” I turned slightly, and through my tears I could see that he was crying, too.

“You shouldn’t have done that …” I managed, meekly.

With that, Rickey’s two lips pressed on mine and cut off further words from me. The hands that were trying to comfort me now were massaging my back firmly, relaxing me. Two naked boys in a snug, warm bed … It should have really turned me on, but nothing aroused me at that point. I was still just too upset. After all, I didn’t even know this guy …

After a while I just forced myself to settle down. We lay there with him holding me as closely as possible. There were no sounds in the room—nothing could be heard but two boys breathing softly and the alarm clock ticking away on the nightstand.

Later, Johnny cracked the bedroom door and peeked in. He tiptoed into the room, saw that we were awake, and asked us if we would like some lunch. I nodded yes, and the boy he had called Rickey jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom to get his clothes on. I shyly got out of bed and put my own clothes on as well. When Rickey returned, Johnny hugged both of us to him and couldn’t stop apologizing for hurting my feelings.

I looked at the alarm clock and it still wasn’t even noon yet. I was surprised that I could have experienced all those sensations and emotions in just two hours.

Johnny clapped his hands together and said, “Come on guys, we have to eat lunch, and there’s work to be done around here.”

After we ate and made some small talk, Rickey and I went out to the front yard and began trimming Johnny’s hedges. He would clip, I would rake, and then we would change places. We chatted together the rest of the afternoon and got to know a lot about each other. We were both very much alike—all boy. Our birthdays were only two months apart. He would be a sophomore at the area high school and I would be the same at my school. We both planned to play football that fall, and we both also had an interest in other outdoor stuff like swimming, fishing, hunting, and even that “faggot” sport—tennis.

The previous summer I had caddied golf at the local country club and had been able to get some free tennis lessons in exchange for helping the grounds crew. I was still a beginner, and Rickey said he could help me improve my game. He had been on his junior high school team but hadn’t been able to play much since then because he bused tables part-time at a restaurant.

Rickey told me that tennis was how he met Johnny. He had been practicing at the local public courts while Johnny had been playing doubles on an adjacent court. One of the players had to leave, so they invited Rickey to fill in. After that, they became regular tennis partners in a few matches and one thing led to another.

After we finished the hedges and bushes, we split up and started weeding the flower beds and hauling the trimmings to a compost pile behind the garage. We would race each other and cavort around like any teenagers would. Actually, we did act like ordinary teens of that era … back then there were no “lifestyle” options … we were just ordinary boys with extraordinary desires.

Finally, Johnny came out of the house and said, “I think you have done enough yard work for one day, fellows. We have to get the yard cleaned up if we are going fishing tomorrow.”

“Fishing? Are we all going fishing?”

Johnny said, “Yes, we are going to Lake Erie and we’ll be gone all day.” We had to be at his house at five in the morning. We quickly finished cleaning up the mess we had made, and Johnny took us into the house to pay us. Once inside, the apologies, hugs, and kisses began again … and this time they were sincerely received.

Next morning, I got out my fishing tackle and was out of my grandmother’s door by 4:00. I didn’t want to wake the whole house, so I was as quiet as I could possibly be. I was coming up Johnny’s front walk by 4:15. No lights were on yet, so I went up on the front porch and there was Rickey sitting on the swing. He said he didn’t want to be late, so he had arrived at 4. It was still pitch black outside, so we sat huddled together in the morning chill, hugging each other closely to keep warm. Gradually, we began kissing in the dark and our hands fell to one another’s thighs. Eventually we cupped each other’s dicks through our Levi’s. Suddenly, the porch lights came on, and Johnny stuck his head outside to check the weather. We acted like deer caught in the headlights.

Johnny said, “Well! It looks like I am out in the cold here.”

We both replied, “No, Johnny, it is nothing like that. We were just cold and were warming ourselves up. You are the teacher and we are your students.”

He laughed, “Well, ‘students,’ get your hiney’s in here and let’s eat some breakfast so we can get on the road!”

Although we lived only about 30 miles from Lake Erie, in those days there were no freeways or interstate highways, so it was a good two-hour drive. Rickey sat in the front most of the way and constantly craned his neck around so we could talk. We made sure Johnny was included in the conversation, but Rickey and I were really fast growing eyes only for one another.

We stopped at a bait store near the lake and got worms, soft drinks, and junk food. Then we found a nice shady spot along a secluded inlet. We strung our poles and had our lines in the water by 7 a.m. In less than two hours we had already caught our limit of perch and bluegill, and we boys began to get bored. Johnny suggested that we go swimming. We looked at each other and then back at Johnny. “We don’t have our suits with us.”

He grinned and said, “Haven’t you ever heard of skinny dipping?”

I had indeed skinny dipped before on my own in a place called “Frank’s Pond.” The pond was just a wide place in a creek that flowed through a farmer’s pasture. Generations of boys snuck across the pasture and swam there. There were much better places to swim, of course, but the sneaking part was what made it really attractive. The farmer’s son sometimes caught us in the water and bombarded us with horse turds or rubbed our clothes with them. But it was great fun anyway.

Johnny said, “This place is pretty remote, so you can just strip over by the car and then jump right in.”

That is exactly what we did. Rickey and I opened the front and rear car doors and stood between them, watching each other as we stripped off our clothes. When we were naked, we carefully waded through the grass and weeds and jumped in—the water was warm and deep.

We began playing tag, splashing around, and just having fun. Then Rickey dove down to the bottom, got some mud, surfaced, and rubbed it all in my hair. I decided to do the same to him, and soon we were both covered in it. Gradually, the game changed to grab-assing (as we used to say in the Navy). Despite our noise and splashing, Johnny was dozing serenely on the bank. As I dove beneath the surface, I could see through the murkiness that Rickey had a full hard on. I swam under water and took it between my lips—he let me. I stayed under the water as long as I could and came up sputtering.

Rickey said out loud, “You’ll never believe it, but a bass just ate my prick …”

Then he dove down to prove it … it went on and on like that until we were both out of breath. It became apparent that it was impossible to finish that way, so we swam upstream a ways where we could have some privacy and crawled out on the bank. We had no towels, so we lay in the sun to dry off and hold each other closely. I opened my mouth to say something and Rickey’s lips were there before I could say a word. His tongue entered my mouth, and I got caught up in the play. He caressed my back, and the more he rubbed, the more I wanted him. We were already hard from our previous play in the water, so it wasn’t long before we were side by side in a 69 position. I began licking the head of his beautiful dick, and he did the same to mine. We were about the same size and girth. His might have been a little longer than mine—we hadn’t yet gotten around to measuring. Mine might have been a little bigger around, but the difference was minimal.

In fact, Rickey and I were almost carbon copies of each other. He was just about my height, although his complexion was not as dark as mine. It would be more similar to mine, though, once my summer tan faded after a few months of school.

I was somewhat more muscular than Rickey, but neither of us was overly developed. We had similar laugh lines around the mouth and smooth, clear skin, crew cut, dark hair … we were close enough in size that we might be mistaken for brothers.

We didn’t really plan where this would lead, but it was like the movie The Blue Lagoon …it just seemed to flow naturally from one thing to another. We were both aroused, and Rickey leaned down and began kissing my chest and nipples. Meanwhile, I stroked his chest and stomach and played with his navel.

Rickey moved lower and kissed my navel. His tongue was close enough that it could reach my dick from there, and he stuck it out and barely touched the head.

I thrust my dick a little bit closer to his waiting lips, and he pursed them out until they made contact. From that position he was able to lap the clear fluid that was beginning to leak from my piss slit.

I took him all the way into my mouth and he fit perfectly. I didn’t have to stretch my mouth at all like I had to do with Johnny. His cock was cut. Johnny, Rickey, and I were a perfectly matched set. I began licking and kissing his beautiful dick and he did the same to me …

It felt so good that I had to stop paying attention to the sensation he was causing or I was going to explode. His sucking quickened, however, and I began motioning for him to stop. I was trying signal to Rickey that I was about ready to cum.

He continued on, though, until I unloaded a load in his mouth.

Then I attacked his dick with a vengeance … In and out I went … His dick was not long enough to deep throat and neither was mine. After all, we were both still boys. When he began tapping me on the shoulder, I knew he was getting close … I decided to take him to the edge and then quit, but the edge for Rickey was already too close, and for the first time I took a load of cum in my mouth.

Actually, it wasn’t bad … sweetish-salty taste … I just held it, and there and then twisted to the side and spit his load in the sand … and spit, and spit … It would be some time yet before I swallowed cum.

I turned towards him and shyly said, “I guess this officially makes me a cocksucker. I blew a total stranger and wound up with a load of cum in my mouth.”

He said, “I have been one for quite some time and now I think I am in love …”

We got home about 6 p.m. that evening and cleaned fish … and cleaned fish … and cleaned fish …

To be continued...

Posted: 08/21/09