Curious 50s Boy

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

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Chapter 7
Summer Construction days

During the first part of that summer vacation, Rickey and I continued to work for Johnny on a part time basis whenever he was off. The working part was tough. He consciously didn’t make allowance for our age or inexperience. Starting the third week of June we dug out his back yard and put in a flagstone patio. Neither Rickey nor I had ever heard of a patio until we were actually taught to build one. Even Johnny had no experience at the project, and do-it-yourself books were few and far between in those days, so we had to play it strictly by ear.

Still, it came out all right and Johnny invited my grandmother, my family, and many of Johnny’s neighbors to a cookout on the new patio. He also had a lady there of his own—a very pretty lady that we later found out was his “beard.” She was just a lady whom he dated occasionally to mask his true sexuality. It was a fun afternoon and evening and it went a long way towards allaying any possible suspicion about a grown man who had two teenaged boys hanging around him so often. After we completed the patio, our next project was tearing down Johnny’s old garage and building a new one in its place. That summer Johnny even showed us how to pour a concrete foundation and floor and how to lay concrete blocks.

Johnny was usually off from work on Thursdays and Fridays. So Rickey and I had a standing part-time job with him whenever he was available.

The first Thursday after we built the patio, we took all the stuff out of his garage and stored everything portable down in his basement. Things that were too big for the basement went in the back yard under canvas . Then we tore the roof off the old building and hauled all the resulting debris to the dump. Johnny’s neighbor helped with the heavy lifting in the evening, but he normally worked during the day so he was not around a lot. The next day, we tore down the walls, disposed of all that material, and dug out the old foundation stones. The garage had originally been a barn and carriage house, so it had been built in the late 1800s at about the same time as the house. The beams and trusses were pegged together with wooden dowel pins and the whole building was nailed together with old square-cut iron nails. Nowadays, people would try to preserve the old thing, but in the 1950s nobody saw any real historical value in the old place, so down it came.  After disposing of the refuse, we finally got down to the original old dirt floor. There we dug around and unearthed all sorts of old tools, carriage hardware, and nails. Considering the amount of nails we had to contend with in the walls and roof, the original builder must have owned a hardware store.

After the site was cleaned up, Johnny laid out the excavation lines and what he called “batter-boards.” After that, he had Rickey and me dig the new foundation.  It was pure drudgery, but Johnny lent a hand with the heavier work—the heavier work being digging and cutting out the roots of the massive maple trees that had encroached under the old garage’s foundation. Johnny rigged up a block and tackle arrangement on a tripod so that we could keep tension on the roots while we chopped with an axe and dug out the dirt around them. However you considered it, it made me want to be on the engineering side of the business rather than the labor. By the end of the summer, Rickey and I both had muscles to be proud of.

We all were working wearing just T-shirts, shorts, and work shoes. The shirts lasted maybe a half an hour and then were hung on a tree. Sweat poured off of us like rivers, and the dust and dirt settled on our bare hides until you couldn’t see boy for the dirt. Johnny jokingly hosed us off several times for the benefit of the neighbors, but we had plans for after work—after all, we were very hot, dirty boys. We continued until late in the afternoon and then Johnny sent us in to get cleaned up. It was down into the basement for all of us.

We all peeled off our shoes, socks, and shorts and were quickly standing naked under the single shower nozzle. It was mounted on a hose, and Johnny hosed us off one at a time. Despite our individual past histories with each other, we all somehow seemed shy at first. We had done some twosomes but the three of us naked together felt strange—at least to me.

After we all were wet down good, Johnny took a bar of soap and began soaping me up. At home we used washcloths with the soap, but Johnny just used the bar and rubbed it all over my body. As he went lower, he rubbed it down both sides of my balls, slid it through my crack, and worked it back and forth a few times. Then he told me to continue working up a lather as he turned to Rickey.

Rickey had been standing behind and slightly to the side of me. Johnny reached out, grabbed Rickey’s cock, pulled Rickey’s body toward him, and began soaping him up. Meanwhile, I took a handful of lather, placed my hand between Johnny’s buns, and began running my slick fingers the length of his crack. When I located his hole, I pushed my index finger inside and began to slowly work it in and out. By the time he finished washing Rickey, he was half-squatting on my hand, fucking himself on my rigid middle finger. As he rose up, I added a second finger. and he wiggled his butt around to accommodate it. Shortly afterward, he bent over in front of me, rinsed Rickey’s crotch and swallowed Rickey’s cock to its base. I took advantage of his position, withdrew my fingers, and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to Johnny’s hole and pushed it in. It was an entirely new position for me—standing and fucking “doggie fashion” … but it wouldn’t be the last time I did it.

In that position I could feel every nook, node, and cranny inside of Johnny, and the contact he made on the top and underside of my cockhead was unbelievable. Johnny was crazy about the position as well. He pushed back to give me maximum penetration and, being experienced, he knew just how far to push and pull to keep me inside of him.  I looked at Rickey’s face, and he had his eyes squeezed shut as he grooved on the sensations Johnny was giving the head of his cock. When Rickey came, his whole body convulsed and quivered as I continued to stroke in and out of Johnny’s ass. Rickey reversed roles and got down on his knees and took Johnny’s cock as deeply in his mouth as it would go. His mouth was only inches from my cock, and I pushed and pulled in and out of Johnny’s ass to the opposite rhythm that Rickey was using on Johnny. The thought crossed my mind that somehow the twain would meet and I would slip out of Johnny and into Rickey’s mouth … but then again, it also crossed my mind that it might be the nastiest thing I could possibly do, and it could cause Rickey to hate me.

Either way, it was not to be … Johnny came with a roar into Rickey’s mouth, and I wasn’t far behind, picking up the stroke and sliding in as deep as I could go. I  picked up the pace and finally began to feel the buildup of sensations.  As my cock swelled to maximize the  contact, I shot my load as deeply inside Johnny as my cock would allow. I don’t know how three people could possible get more intimate … one person fucking another guy and someone under them sucking the other guy’s cock. I just wished I could do both at once … blow someone and fuck them at the same time.

Rickey stood behind me and playfully rubbed soap up and down the length of my crack. He wiggled his finger into my crack, slid it carefully into my hole, and worked it in and out. Despite my having been with Johnny that way, Rickey and I had done little more than occasional blow jobs—but what blow jobs! With him, however, I was willing to allow him to do anything he chose just for the contact.

I reached behind me, cupped Rickey’s balls, and gently massaged them. Then Johnny turned the nozzle on Rickey, and he had to withdraw his finger or drown. As soon as we were clean, we grabbed the hose and sprayed Johnny, working up handfuls of soap and lathering his body up. As we rinsed him off, Johnny slowly sank to his knees and allowed the water to fill his mouth. He turned so he was facing both our cocks and brought his lips to my cock. He slurped it between his lips and then hugged Rickey’s butt to him as he pulled him to his lips. Johnny opened his mouth wide and sucked both of us into his mouth. I could feel Johnny’s tongue as well as Rickey’s cock in that warm pit. Johnny couldn’t do them both justice at the same time, however, so he spit them out and alternated between the two of us. It was good, but not as good as individual attention. So I dropped down beside him, and we shared Rickey’s cock between us. Johnny would suck a few strokes and then I would take up the rhythm. It took quite a bit of time, but we finally made Rickey cum.

I knew my grandmother was holding supper until I got home, so we had to call it quits for the day. But many more summer afternoon cleanups were to come, so the fun would wait. 

To be continued...

Posted: 09/11/09