Curious 50s Boy

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

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FOREWORD FROM THE AUTHOR: One of the comments or questions I most often receive include something similar to the following:

How much of this really happened?

1. It is mostly autobiographical. The events all happened, but not necessarily in the same order or time interval....the time is condensed for narrative purposes … it was actually some time later that Rickey came into the relationship in real life … but, both of these people were an important part of my teen years. And, this is indeed a story based on facts, so … sue me …

2. My self-confidence and independence … I was a very shy, self-conscious, naïve kid. From the story you wouldn’t know that, but, despite being shy, I wouldn’t sit back and let the world pass me by. I forced myself into situations …take for example, the Muck Farm. My parents both worked and, as I said in the story, we didn’t necessarily need the money. The money I earned was mine to keep for myself. From the first summer I worked on that farm until time to go to Boy Scout camp. I saved all the money because my goal was to buy a portable radio. I loved music and just had to have one. By August I had enough. My Dad took me to Sears and I got the radio I wanted. That was before transistors, and it must have weighed 20 pounds with the battery and all … it cost $35.00. I had enough money left over after a whole summer’s work to buy my Mom a parakeet and cage for her birthday. So, I did all that work and had less then $50-$60 to show for it.

4. The language.... In real life in those days, all of these things were said quietly, secretly. Some years ago I read a book entitled Something You Do in the Dark, by Daniel Curzon. The title alone really describes those days well. When I saw the name of the book on the newsstand, I knew without reading it what the book was about. Being very shy in those days, some of the things that are said matter-of-factly in my story I had to force myself to say in actual life. But all that beating around the bush wouldn’t make a very good story.

3. I have only had relationships with other adults. What happened to me and the events I describe did not shape my life. I later had a macho career in the Navy, married, raised kids, and became an international consulting engineer. However, through all that, I would still identify myself as being essentially gay. I have had great relationships outside of my marriage—both hetero- and homosexual. Like Popeye sez, “I yam what I yam”… and the story is what it “yam,” too. Thanks for your comments.
 

Chapter 5

After all the fish were cleaned, we split them up. My share was at least five pounds, and my grandmother would certainly be happy about that. Johnny loaded us all into his car and dropped me off at home first. Both he and Rickey came in the house with me and I introduced Rickey to my grandmother. We all started talking, and it turned out that Rickey’s grandparents went to high school with my grandparents and somewhere a few generations back we were all related! It seems that the whole family came over from Ireland many years ago … so now we had another reason to continue to meet besides just blowing one another …

Rickey promised to call me about practicing tennis, and Johnny also scheduled me to work in his yard the following Thursday. When they left, my grandmother raved about the two of them. The only fault she could find is that they did not belong to the church where we went. I told her that I could probably convince Rickey to go to church with us when he didn’t have to work, but that I didn’t know about Mr. Rivers. She said that the Rivers name is a good Welsh/Irish name, and he belonged in church. If she had only known what I knew!

Saturday was usually the day when I did the heavy work helping my grandmother in her garden. They lived in the last house on a dead-end residential street that was lined on both sides with tall, old maple trees. While my grandfather was still alive, they had purchased the two adjacent vacant lots next to their house and beyond the farthest lot was a fairly big creek. It flowed all the way to the Ohio canal. When I was younger and stayed at Grandmother’s, it was my favorite place to play, and I used to know every foot of the creek in both directions.

In his retirement years, my grandfather had made a big garden for them on the two lots and grew everything from fruits and berries to sweet corn and all the other produce they could possibly use. He also raised gladiolas and other “cut” flowers that he sold to hospital gift shops. After he died, grandmother continued to garden in a reduced fashion with my family’s help. One of us usually stayed with her all during the summer to help her in the garden, and we all tried to do a little of it each day to keep ahead of the weeds and insects. Saturday was the day when I got out the tiller and tilled up the earth between the rows of plants. On Saturday I was tilling as usual when somebody snuck up behind me and put their hands over my eyes.

“Guess who?” a welcome voice asked.

I knew right away it was Rickey. “You don’t work today?”

He told me that he didn’t have to work until 5 p.m. on Saturdays. Seeing the task ahead of me, Rickey asked if he could help. I know my eyes brightened up at the offer, so I asked him if he would run the tiller for me while I worked the hoe in the places where he couldn’t get with the machine. After I showed him how to work the tiller, the two of us got busy fast in order to finish early and have some time together. When we finished, I put away the hand tools and tiller, got my football, and we walked down towards the creek playing catch. We sat down on the bank and continued to toss the ball back and forth.

I quietly asked Rickey a question that had bothered me since our outing. “Do you think Johnny might get jealous if we were together more than we were with him?”

He said, “Of course not! We are kind of a family. Johnny said he wanted us to have other friends because we have things in common at our age that he can never share with us. And he said that he has interests that we would be bored with. We are growing boys and need other kids our own age around.”

I asked him, “When did he say that?”

Rickey grinned and replied, “Last night before we fucked …”

My mouth fell open. I said, “Last night before you fucked? You fucked?”

Rickey said, “Yeah, we were fucking. After we dropped you off, we went back to his place. We were snuggling and relaxing, and he stripped me down and slipped it to me. It was easy … we do it all the time.”

Fucking? Hmmm … fucking? I still couldn’t get my mind around what Rickey was telling me.

“He fucked you in the mouth, right? I don’t really think I would like that … it is too much like being thought of as female!”

Rickey said, “No, David, he fucked me in the butt … then I fucked him.”

“He cornholed you, huh?”

“No, we fucked,” Rickey said, stressing the word “fuck.” “I don’t know where that other word came from, but he made love to me. We kissed, we had a little love play, he stretched me a little, then he lubed me up and stuck it in. And we fucked … it was great. He made me cum … We both came just like you and I did, but in a different way. He knew about that, too … Johnny was only pretending to be asleep.”

“And you liked it, huh?”

“Yeah, it was great … Johnny is a great lover, and you’ll like it, too. One of these times I’d love to do it to you, and then you can do me … if we had the time and the place, I’d let you to do me right now. It makes me hard just thinking about it!”

I was shocked … it was like imagining your own Mom and Dad fucking in public or something. In my life—up to that point, anyway—I hadn’t had the opportunity to do more than what I have already described … a few times with Johnny and Rickey and now this … I was kind of shocked about the whole thing, actually … and Rickey could discuss it as if it were something as casual as shaking hands. As I said before, butt fucking was only the punch line of dirty jokes … I had never really even thought about doing it.

Rickey sensed what I was thinking and said, “You look shocked, like it is disgusting or something. I hate to bring up a bad memory for you, but you sure seemed to like what Johnny was doing to you the other day when you got so upset about me watching the two of you together. Well, that stopped just short of fucking. When he got to your butthole you were climbing the walls. He hardly got your dick in his mouth before you came. He barely had to touch you. Even though you were angry about it, it was a beautiful thing to see … ”

My face must have reddened about ten shades when I thought again about Rickey watching Johnny and me … I already loved him, and I hated to recall my embarrassment in front of him.

But fucking? Butt fucking??

Rickey said, “I probably thought the same thing as you the first time, but give it a chance. Soon we will do it together, and I will be a part of you … you will never be able to forget me, and I will never be able to forget you.”

I wanted to tell him, “I don’t want you to get smug about it but I already love you …”

But I didn’t, of course.

The creek was not deep enough to swim in, so we took off our shoes and socks just to go wading around for a while. The creek banks were about 4-5 feet high, and there were overhanging willows, so nobody could really see us well, even if they were paying any attention at all to us. We began splashing each other so that it wouldn’t look suspicious if we had physical contact. I kicked water at Rickey and got him wet … he did the same to me … then we began wrestling around trying to dunk each other and secretly feeling each other up when we got a chance. Down we went and stole a wet kiss … I had my hand down the front of his pants groping his dick, and he had his down the back of mine playing with my buns. Rickey laughed and promised, “One of these days I am going to kiss these …”

I shook his dick and said, “Yesterday I did kiss this.”

As we started to get up out of the water, he grabbed my shorts and pulled them straight down … there I was, exposed to the world. Rickey said, “Electra rising.”

“Electra? What the heck is Electra?”

“You know, the Greek Goddess of the Ocean … I saw a picture once of her coming up out of the waves …”

“I am afraid I don’t know anything about Greek gods or goddesses—I only know one God,” I said solemnly. “I study about Him in Church and Sunday School. Do you want to come to church with me sometime? There are lots of nice kids there, but they don’t live around this neighborhood.”

“I’ll think ’bout it and let you know …” Rickey replied, his voice trailing off.

Rickey left after we went up to the house and hosed off. I went down to the basement, took a quick shower, and then went upstairs to take a nap. I thought for a long time about what Rickey had said and got hornier and hornier. As I said before, “A stiff dick has no conscience and it might be worth a try …” I jacked off all week in anticipation … it might be worth a try, indeed.”

Rickey called to chat several times during the week but was tied up with his job and chores around his house.

The following Thursday I arrived at Johnny’s house early but he was already up and had the garage open. He said, “I’ve got to leave but I’ll be back around 11 a.m. and we’ll have lunch.” He reminded me again of the safety rules for the big mower and watched while I made a few swaths in the lawn and then he drove away.

I worked steadily all morning, mowing and edging the lawn. Around 11:30, Johnny arrived and I was relieved when he invited me in to the house for lunch. As soon as I walked in the door he grabbed me and gave me a big hug and a kiss. As usual, he parted my lips with his tongue, and I willingly let it into my mouth. I eagerly sucked on it as he ground our crotches together. Johnny said, “Why don’t you go use the bathroom and then go take a shower? Meanwhile, I’ll be fixing lunch for us, and then we can eat …”

I told him I didn’t have to go, but he insisted that I use the bathroom. I knew what was coming and I feared it, but at the same time I got the biggest hard on I had ever had in my life. I did what he told me, stripping off my clothes in the bathroom and traipsing through the living room and the kitchen nude. Johnny’s eyes widened and he whistled … He said, “I’ll be bringing you a towel in a few minutes.”

I started the shower and washed thoroughly. Johnny came down the stairs naked. He brought towels with him and what I thought was a hot water bottle in his hand. He got under the shower with me and showed me how to fill the bottle with soapy water. Then he attached a hose to the bottle and told me to bend over. I asked him what he was going to do, and he said “I’m going to clean you out—you’ll love it—and then you can do me.” I bent over as far as I could, and Johnny gave me my first enema … just as he’d promised, it felt great. He gently fucked the nozzle in and out of my ass, filling me with the full bottle. When at last he pulled the nozzle out, he had me squat over the floor drain and everything squirted out of me. I stood up and he rinsed me off … then I did the same procedure to him.

After we dried off, Johnny took me by the hand and led me upstairs. We went in his bedroom, and I saw that the bed was covered with all the pillows in the house … we moved some aside and lay down together …

He said, “Rickey told me that you and he had talked about this …”

I told him, matter-of-factly, “Yes, I know about it, but I am not too sure I want to do it.”

Johnny said, “We are going to take our time, and before we are through, I hope you will be begging for it … If not, we don’t have to do it. Remember what I told you before? You don’t have to do anything with me that you don’t want to do. We will go at your speed, and if you want to stop, just say the word. But before we start, I want to do something to help get you ready … will you let me?”

I told him it was okay if it didn’t cause a lot of pain. He assured me it wouldn’t. Johnny had me lie on my back and spread my legs apart. He took some Vaseline, put it on his index finger, and then spread my cheeks and told me to relax my butt. He raised my legs up until my knees were even with my ears. It reminded me of when he had eaten me the last time.

I was far enough back that he could finger me vertically—up and down—rather than horizontally … in and out. Gradually, he spread my hole and filled it with his finger. It didn’t hurt at all. Johnny fingered me in and out, and it slowly began to feel good. He said, “I’ve got the loosen you up a little more, so I am going to try to get two fingers in now … just let me know if it is too painful.” He added more Vaseline, and I felt the first finger return to its place in my hole. Then he slipped the second one in right beside it. It did hurt a little—mostly just the pressure—but he worked them in and out and had me stretched out quite a bit …

After he was satisfied that I was well lubed, he said softly, “Now we can relax.” So we lay back together and began kissing. Johnny had magic hands, titillating every nerve ending on my body. I was hot. I massaged him also, and we gradually worked our way into a 69 position with me on top. We took each other into our mouths and sucked for a while. Johnny indicated that he wanted me to sit up. In effect, I was squatting over his mouth … as I did, he slid underneath me so that my balls were over his mouth. He began licking from my balls to my ass and finally inserted his tongue in my ass as far in as he could get it in … and soon he was flicking it in and out like a snake’s tongue, just as fast as he could go … I was in heaven. Then he stopped.

I really did need something … his finger … his dick … anything to fill that void … I began whimpering. “… please … please … please …”

Johnny pulled out from under me and questioned, “Please?”

And I nodded my head rapidly, saying, “Please …”

Johnny laid me on my back and put pillows under me. He took an entire handful of Vaseline and coated his dick. He spread my legs as far as they could possibly go, and then he lowered himself towards my ass … I could feel the head of his dick hit the side of my cheeks as I squirmed to help him get it in … I was so hot that I was trembling … finally, his cock was at the entrance and was trying to penetrate me. Johnny instructed, “Relax, just like you did for my fingers, and then bear down like you need to take a dump …”

Bear down I did and I parted enough for him to get part way in. I bore down more, and it was so slick that it slid the rest of the way in … it hurt! It burned!  But, it filled that need that I was feeling.

Johnny lay still for a minute or so and then began humping me … in and out he went … as he grew used to the sensation so did I, and I began a small motion of my own. As he stroked, his dick swelled longer and fatter. The deeper he went he began to hit something that gave me flashes of pure pleasure that I had never felt before. The deeper he went the greater that feeling became … suddenly, my cock became more and more sensitive and I just had to come … I whimpered, “ … More … more … more … more …”

As the feelings inside me grew so did my dick … if it were bigger, I would have tried to suck myself off. Instead, I reached between us and circled my cockhead with my thumb and forefinger like a hoop. Then I began stroking it, and finally, I came in gushes. I had never spurted so much or with such power … it went everywhere. Johnny grabbed some of my cum and rubbed it on his dick as it slid in and out … he quickened his pace and at last pulled his dick out and jacked himself off the rest of the way on my chest … and my face … and my hair … his load, too, went everywhere …

Later, Johnny supported me as we went back down to the basement to shower … my legs were so weak. As we showered, Johnny explained everything as best as he could. He said that he owed me one that I could have whenever I was ready. He said I had lost my cherry. I was so naïve that I didn’t even know for sure what he meant.

To be continued...

Posted: 08/28/09