Curious 50s Boy

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

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:  As I have pointed out, I was just a horny kid—childish in some ways, but pretty mature in others. In private I still occasionally played with toys (and my peter), built model airplanes, etc. As this story indicates, I also sucked cocks. Today, the courts would say that I had been sexually abused—I would say that I just got lucky! I was neither attracted to nor repelled by Johnny. I was a teen. He was an adult. It was just an opportunity to have sex and, (as indicated in the first chapter), I made a conscious decision to do it. I would have been just as attracted to another teenager if they had approached me—or to a woman, a girl, or a cute goat! The fact that it became a continuing thing with both of them was entirely my choice. With Johnny, it was sex. With Rickey, it became love.

As an adult I have never been interested in adult/youth encounters and have tried to make that clear in the introductions, comments and asides of my story. Not judging anybody else, but that is just me. After taking all that into consideration, I have decided to write some more. If it influences anybody, fuck ‘em all but six and save them for pallbearers.

Chapter 6

After getting cleaned up and relaxing for a while with Johnny, I sort of waddled home ... I ached and burned ... not to mention I was also on a terrific guilt trip. In previous chapters I mentioned my revulsion at being used as anybody’s pussy ... in that early part of the story I was talking about my mouth! You can imagine the feelings I had about getting fucked in the ass! If it wasn’t for the pain, I would have kicked myself all the way home. Despite all of the pleasure I had experienced, I was also mortified. As I neared home, I straightened up and tried to walk as normally as possible. But I was still dragging ...

My grandmother asked me if Johnny was working me too hard, and I replied that we had only worked for four hours. Then Rickey came over, I told her, and we all played catch football for a while. Later that evening, I asked my grandmother if I could stay with her for most of the summer because Johnny, Rickey, and I had talked about beginning to build a patio in back of Johnny’s house, and that project would take several weekends. After that, he planned to rebuild his old dilapidated garage. So, except for two weeks when I was planning on going to Explorer Scout camp, most of my summer weekends would be taken up with helping Johnny with the building. She said that was fine with her if it was okay with my parents.

That evening I called my Mom and Dad and checked with them about my plans. Dad asked if it was going to take up all of my time. I assured him it was only for the weekends and that I would still have plenty of time to help my grandmother and her neighbors. Crossing my fingers in hope, I told him that I would earn enough to pay for my own summer camp and still have enough left over for spending money. That was enough to convince Dad, because he had three boys to equip and pay for their camp. (In those days he was steadily employed in a factory. He busted his hump, but even with overtime he might bring home $100.00. On evenings and weekends he farmed our little place. So, anything I could earn for myself was just icing on the cake and would help him out.)

So, after he talked to my grandmother, Dad approved. I immediately called Rickey and told him the good news. I also invited him to attend church that weekend and he agreed. I also told him about my plans to go to camp that summer, and he asked me if he could go as well. I immediately got horny thinking about being alone with him in a tent for two whole weeks. I told Rickey that he had to join the Explorer Scouts first. He said had belonged to his local Boy Scout troop from the time he was eleven and had only dropped out because he got his part time job. Rickey said he would be interested in being reinstated if they allowed boys from the city to join our troop. He also said he had been thinking about quitting his job anyway because he had to put in too many hours after school. I told him I would call my scoutmaster and find out for him. After I made the call and got his approval, I called Rickey back and told him that he could rejoin, but that if he wanted to go to camp he had to apply, do the paperwork, and get his money in as soon as possible. I gave Rickey the address and phone number and he said he would do it the following day.

On Sunday, my family and I picked Rickey up at his home and drove to church. When we entered the Sunday school classroom, I introduced him to the teacher and the other kids ... the girls immediately wanted to know all about him.

Most of them knew me from birth because it had been my family’s church for several generations. We had grown up together as far as church went, so I was no novelty to them. But this new guy was something else. He was so cute that he bordered on pretty, yet in a masculine sort of way. And his smile! When he smiled at you, you immediately you felt like you were his best friend. Long before “charisma” became a term used by the average person, Rickey already had it. He was also tall for his age and well-developed physically. (In the 1950s, there were few kids who were “couch potatoes,” even though there are many today.) Nobody within a hundred miles—even in the city—had ever heard the term “working out,” but everybody was far fitter than they are now. However, Rickey and I were exceptionally fit. We worked hard, and when we were not working, we were out doing boy things rather than vegetating inside the house. So, a new, healthy, handsome specimen of manhood was an attraction the girls didn’t see too often in church. Rickey naturally charmed them and the teacher as well—not in a phony way like Eddie Haskell on Leave it to Beaver, but he was sincere in wanting to know everyone. Even the other boys in the class took to him right away.

As usual, after Sunday school all of us teenagers went up to the balcony for the main service. Everybody was quietly whispering and grab-assing around during the service. Rickey and I sat side by side and were “accidentally” able to make contact with our legs and hands. After church, my grandmother, Rickey, and I went with my parents to my real home for dinner. Following our meal, Rickey and I decided to go for a hike in the fields and woods that surrounded my house. My Dad told us not to be too long because he would drive us back to the city, and he wanted to get back home before dark.

It was still early summer. Most of our fields were already plowed and planted with corn, wheat, and other cash crops as well as our family’s vegetable garden. We strolled between the rows looking for arrowheads. That area had once been an ancient hunting ground, and there was an old Indian mound located just down the hill from us. According to tradition, the mound had been the site of a big battle between the Iroquois and the Eire Indians way back in history. We hiked around the fields and eased our way farther and farther from the house. The farther we got away, the closer we walked together, and eventually we had our arms around each other’s shoulders. Once we were past the barn and into the woods we looked back, and no one was in sight. In the distance we could hear my Dad running the tractor as he cultivated. As long as we could hear that sound, we knew we were safe. We embraced body to body and kissed deeply. Our hands were busily caressing each other’s back and ass. I could feel his cock swelling alongside mine. He said, “I wish there was some place where we could have some privacy.” I said, “This is private, but if you want privacy, I’ll show you privacy.”

I took him by the hand, and we walked deeper into the woods until we came to the old sandstone quarry. In our area, sandstone blocks had once been used for building foundations for barns, houses, and other purposes but had long since been replaced by concrete. The quarry had been abandoned for so long that even the road leading to it had disappeared into the thick woods. One end of the pit was filled with water from a spring and the water stayed pretty clear. On evenings of particularly hot summer days, my Mom and Dad would sometimes take us boys back here to go swimming, but it was quite a distance from the house.

At the opposite end of the quarry there were piles of rock slabs that had been rough cut and just stacked up and left there. They were now overgrown with vines, and small trees grew in every nook and cranny. Between the piles, it was like a covered maze with passageways going in all directions. I led him into one of the openings, and we entered a pathway that I had made several years before. A short distance in we came to a small clearing where I asked Rickey, “Is this private enough for you?”

In the greenness made by light that filtered through the leaves above us, he said softly, “It’s like a wonderland …” Rickey walked around the clearing just looking around. When he at last turned to look back at me, I was almost completely undressed and hanging my “Sunday clothes” on a limb. Rickey smiled and quickly began undressing as well. Completely naked, we began kissing and caressing each other while our hard cocks rubbed together. I stepped slightly backwards and sat down on one of the slabs and hugged Rickey’s legs. He squatted and sat across my knees facing me. I had my hands on each cheek of his ass and pulled him forward toward my face. His entire crotch was spread open and presented to me like it was on a dinner plate—I ate it up with kisses and a tongue bath. Licking and sucking, I lightly worked from his balls to the tip of his cock. Neither of us was actually circumcised, but it looked like we were when we got hard. Our foreskins retracted completely, exposing the shiny red sensitive head as if there was no foreskin at all. I licked the soft underside of Rickey’s cock, and it was so sensitive that with every touch of my tongue it seemed to throb. A small drop of pre-cum oozed out of his slit, and I licked and spread it around the head with my tongue. Adding a little spit, I lightly closed my lips around the head and began softly jacking his shaft with my fingertips while I caressed the tip with my lips. Rickey pushed forward even more, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth. I could taste more and more of his salty pre-cum flowing onto my tongue. He moaned, “You better stop if you don’t want it!”... “You BETTER STOP!” he warned again ... “You BETTER ...” I continued to ignore him, however, and Rickey realized I didn’t care, so he relaxed and focused on the sensations. He picked up the pace, forcefully stroking in and out of my mouth. In seconds, I felt the first gush of cum on my tongue. He pushed and pushed, in and out, as he gushed forth. I stroked his shaft and massaged the head with my lips until the spasms stopped. He grabbed my fingers so that I couldn’t stroke him anymore. For a few minutes, we simply sat there as his heart slowed back to normal. I sat there, meanwhile, with my mouth full of cum. (As I said in earlier chapters, I really knew very little about the mechanics of “queer” sex. I knew I was a cocksucker at heart, but really didn’t know the protocol. Would cum hurt you, I wondered? What if you swallowed it? Was it an insult to spit it out? Would it harm you if you did swallow?) So, I turned aside and spit it into the bushes ... With the reminder of his cum on my lips, I looked up at Rickey. He smiled down at me and said, “That was absolutely the best ... My turn!”

I reclined on the leaves, and he knelt down and took my dripping cock into his mouth. I moaned, “It won’t take me very long.” And it didn’t ... it felt like I came in quarts. Afterwards, he made it a point to show me that he was going to swallow it ... he pointed to his lips and chugged it down ...  He said, “It is probably purer than your well water up at the house.” Laughing, he added, “… and more nutritious, too.” (I was never too concerned about what to do with a cum load afterwards—especially if it was Rickey’s cum.)

After brushing the leaves off, we got dressed, went back to the water, and skipped stones for awhile. Returning toward the house, we stopped at the barn to tell my Dad we were ready to go any time he wanted to take us. My Mom was there, and Rickey was crowing to her about how he was the stone throwing champion. We argued back and forth about that while Mom went to the house to get my grandmother.

After we dropped Rickey off and we returned to grandmother’s house, I went to the basement to shower ... it had been a busy day, and I was a tired boy. As I showered, I laughed out loud when I found fragments of leaves in my crack ...

To be continued...

Posted: 09/04/09