Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2010 13:55:42 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: War Time Boy Whore (adult youth, oral, anal, b/MMM...)

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                          War Time Boy Whore
                                 By
                                Wolf

	I was born and raised in London.  My father passed away when I
was very young.  That plunged our family into poverty.  I was the
youngest of three children.  We were living in an old rundown brick
building.  The three of us were forced to sleep in the same bed.  Mum
supported us by entertaining men.  There was a never ending stream of
uncles that would come and go in our lives.  If I had questioned her
morals I would have received a beating.  I was accustomed of such
beatings.

	It was common for my brother, sister and I to see our mother
walking around the apartment naked.  The men-folk that came and went
were not shy about wondering around the apartment naked too.
Whatever she did for them must have been good because they never left
without giving her money.  My sister also received money gifts too.

	That was when I became aware that my 14-year-old brother was
fucking our 12-year-old sister in the pussy and ass while we were in bed.
My nights and sleep were always being interrupted by my sister and
mother's screaming "YES, YES, YES, HARDER, FASTER, and
DEEPER!"  I finally became aware just how my sister and mother got
the money they were spending on clothes.

	Needless to say the environment that we were being raised in
expedited our sexual educated.  In 1939 everything changed.  The War
was brought home.  The Battle of Britain started.  At first the bombers
attacked the Royal Air-Force bases.  It was not long before the Germans
started bombing London.  I was only 9-years-old at the time.

	The War was well underway by the time of my 9th birthday.  My
brother was 16 and my sister was 14.  I no longer wanted to be left out
of all of the fun.  I threatened them with all kinds of childish retributions
if I was not allowed to take part in the fun and games.  I was greeted
with "HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACKY" life changed that evening.

	Our home had become a stopping point for the military men when
they were looking for a good time when they were in London.  My sister
and Mum were sure nice to all of them.  Watching the men walking
around with liquid dripping from the heads of their Willy's and enjoying
it brought around my understanding that I was not getting any.

	The men that frequented our home were not that particular about
which person they had sex with, or how they got off.  Men were allowed
to stick their cocks in my mouth so that I could suck them off.  After one
drunken party one of thee Tommy's pulled my knickers down and
fucked my asshole.  The pain was terrible and he had to gag me to keep
me quirt.  It became a regular part of my evening to have men having sex
with me.  When one guy was sticking his cock in my mouth and another
had his cock up my arse it was called "spit roasting the boy."  I loved it.

	The bombing of London got so bad that all of the children were
backed up and sent to either northern England of Wales.  My world was
shattered as I was placed on the train kicking and screaming.  I was
billeted on South Wales in the home of an elderly Welsh couple along
with a 10-year-old boy my age named Patty.  The tragic thing about the
Evens family was the old woman was bedridden with cancer.  Her
husband not only had to care for, he had to look after us.  Patty and I
grew up on the same street back home.  We knew each other even before
being evacuated.

	He had been seduced by his older brother and he missed him
terribly.  We shared the same bed, so it was natural for us to comfort
each other by playing nasty games with each other.  We never gave it a
second thought about how much noise our bed was making as we played
with each other.  One night the old man entered out room while Patty
was fucking my asshole.

	We were both scared that he would punish us.  Instead he would
take one of us into his bed every other night.  Because of his wife's
condition he had moved into an adjoining bedroom.  She was in no
condition to bear the weight of his body.  Our willingness to have sex
with him was a welcome relief for him.  Sadly Mrs. Evens could hear the
bedsprings squeaking in the next room and hear the moans being emitted
by Patty and me while we were sucking him and being fucked in the
arse.

	I knew, she knew that he was fucking us because we also helped
look after her.  We gave her bed baths when he was out doing other
things.  She was very grateful when we followed her request for us to
stick our finger in her pussy to help her get off.  Patty and I would be
naked while we bathed her.  She would finger and caress our anal
buttons.  She would marvel that her husband could get his cock into such
tight little holes.  I never told her that I was used to much bigger cocks
than his.  Sadly she died after we had been there only a short time.

	With her demise Patrick and I were reassigned to new residences.
I was sent to live with a woman that can only say was a witch of a
woman.  I pleased with my Mum to let me come home to live with her.  I
assured her that even the threat of the German bombings was not as
frightening as living with the witch they had billeted with.

	The Yanks had joined the war effort late in 1941.  They knew the
importance of keeping the Germans from taking Britain.  Or they would
have had to fight the war strictly from the sea.  Having the island
allowed them to land base bombers to attack Germany.  Britain saw the
flood of American servicemen come ashore.  They built a barracks to
house their army known as GI's (Government Issue referring to drafted
men.)  They built a barracks across the street from our home, right on the
golf course.

	Having thousands of young horny men from the States gave the
women folk of Britain something they had been missing for several
years, lots of fresh young cocks.  Their young men were way fighting the
war in countries like Africa.  In my mum's home was a widow with an
itchy pussy.  Mum was working for the national defense in a munitions
factory during the day, and dividing her time working in the barracks at
night.  Mum was up to the challenge of servicing the Yanks.

	The night I returned home almost the entire area where we lived
was carpet bombed.  Amazingly our house just suffered a few broken
windows.  My older brother was in the Amy by that time and my older
sister was working at the Navy, Army, Air Force Institute (known as the
NAAFI, the equivalent of the American Post Exchange or PX.)  The
Yanks came across the street to survey the damage and help pull the
survivors out of the wreckages.

	Mum was bringing home the GI's with her all of the time.  There
was just her and I to service all those horny young men.  I was growing
up fast.  I had entered puberty and already know as one of the biggest
sluts in town.  I was willing to do just about anything short of physical
abuse.  Oh, I didn't mind allowing the men to spank my bum, but
nothing more violent.  There were many a night I spent with a cock in my
mouth and a cock up my arse at the same time (spit roasting).  Mum and
my sister were doing the same thing too.  Our home was well known
among the Yanks as the place for a good time.  Every room was filled
with GI's either being serviced or waiting to get serviced.  Meanwhile
Hitler was spending the nights trying to soften up the Brits with
bombing.  With the influx of so many Yanks any hope of the German's
being able to invade Britannia was over.

	The nightly raids did not stop the GI's from visiting.  Some of
them were not fussy about only fucking just the ladies.  They thought I
looked better without clothes.  They even brought along their own
lubricant.  They taught me how to roll on condoms.  (In those days
condoms were called French Letters.)  I was very greedy earning big
money while enjoying myself.  I can't even begin to assess the number of
cock that had been in my arse.

	Some time during the late 1942 my mum became very ill.  She
had her appendix get inflamed.  She went to hospital and had it
removed.  While in hospital she must have undergone a religious
conversion because when she returned home she gave up her efforts to
satisfy every lonely GI across the street.  She took in two Irish lodgers.

	After that it was just mum and I living with the Irish lodges.  My
sister had moved on to a better billet where she was entertaining
American Officers.  For awhile our house was far too quiet.  She still had
her job in the munitions factory that she returned to as soon as she was
fit to do so.  I was chief cook and bottle washer.  One of my jobs was
empting the chamber pots.  Our toilet was out back in the yard.  Being
the kinky boy that I was, I didn't mind emptying mum's bot.  The
lodgers were another matter.

	One day I dashed home from my paper round and ran up the
stairs to empty the pots.  When I went into the lodgers room I had
actually pick up the pot before I noticed one of the Irishmen named
Patrick on top of his bed playing with the thickest cock I had ever seen.
In his other had he was holding one of my brother's letters to me!  I
knew what was coming even before he started reading it out loud.

	My brother was always very explicit in his letters.  He never
failed to tell me how and what way he was going to fuck me when he
would get to come home on leave.  Patrick told me to get undressed or
he would give the letter to my mum.  Like a fool I blurted out that she
could never read or write.  He just said that he would just have to read it
to her while she took off her knickers.  His threat was that if he didn't
get my ass he would have hers for sure.

	I put down the pot and proceeded to remove my clothes.  I was
long overdue for a good fucking anyway.  The problem was the size of
his cock.   It was a bit frightening.  I had taken cocks as long or longer
before but nothing that big around.  I was almost 13-years-old at the
time.  Patrick used his spit and tongue to give me a rimming the likes of
which I had never had before.  By the time he shoved his cock into my
ass I was begging him for it.  He was still fucking me when the other
lodger named Eddy came in and caught us.  He made no effort to stop
the action.  Instead he stripped off his clothes and stuck his cock into my
mouth.  I was enjoying being spit roasted again.

	Later that night I was woken up by the sound of noise coming
from mum's bedroom.  I just had to check out what was going on.  I had
heard the same noise many times before.  Mum was begging to be ass
fucked harder and faster.  When I peeked in I could not help but laugh
because it was obvious that he had used that same letter and the threat of
fucking me on my mother to get her to drop her knickers and comply
with his demands.  Knowing my mum, she was probably as horny as he
could possibly be and probably desperate to get fucked.

	I returned to my room and was dropping off to sleep when Eddy
woke me.  He was pulling down my knickers before reaming my asshole.
He fucked me so long that I was almost asleep before he finished
fucking me.  The two Irishmen were living with us for six months before
the powers to be moved them elsewhere.

	Mum's sexual appetite had been reawakened.  Within two weeks
she was restless and cockless.  She went out one night and returned with
four Yanks.  The parties started all over again.  My sister came home on
leave from the NAAFI straight into the arms of a big strapping sergeant.
She screamed at him for ripping her new panties when he ripped them
off her in his haste to get in her pussy.  He promised her six new pairs.
She relented and told him to shut up and fuck the shit out of her!

	She was placed on the polished dining room table right next to
our mother where she was being fucked by some large country boy from
someplace in the Midwest of the States.  The two of them were being
fucked at the same time while screaming for the guys to fuck them
harder.  While that was taking place another guy had me draped over the
back of a dinning chair.  At that moment a black guy appeared from
nowhere.

	This stranger opened his fly and put his long black cock in my
mouth while a young private was fucking my ass.  I was enjoying the
taste of his cock when he pulled it out and put it in my sister's mouth,
while she was still being fucked.  His cock was coated with my saliva.
Sis was enjoying it too.  Just as suddenly he pulled it out and switched to
Mum.  Mum's mouth was open and ready.  She was the professional
cock sucker in the family.  The black man fucked her mouth quickly and
filled her mouth with a large amount of white cum.  She didn't waste a
drop but some did bubble out of her nose, for her to lick back up with
her tongue.  The man put his black cock back in his pants and was gone.
Not one person present had a clue who he was or even if he was in the
army or not.

	The footnote...all three of us received six pairs of silk panties the
following day.  My sister tried to steal mine from me.

	During those years were the ups and down beyond the trauma of
the war.  There were times when I would run out of the house in a
temper.  Sometimes the visitors to our house would turn violent just for
the kicks.  At those times I had to get away because I sure could not
defend myself, let alone my mother and sister.  I was a member of a
street gang.  At times I even had to sort out who my friends were.  They
were my support outside the life at my home.

	We behaved like most street gangs the world over.  There were
the gang malls that provided sexual favors to the gang members.  At my
fourteenth birthday I left the comprehensive educational school that I
was attending and started my apprenticeship at a car garage.  As soon as
I met my boss he came on as a touchy feely kind of guy.  I was often
being called into his office for one thing or another.  On one of those
occasions he asked me if I was a reader.  I gave him an affirmative he
tossed me a novel and had me sit down in his office to read some of it
aloud.

	I found myself reading a story to him about a youth being
stripped and tied over a barrel by a gang.  The gang leader happened to
have the biggest cock of the group.  He greased up the young victim
before ramming his cock into the boy's ass.  By that time my boss had a
hard cock tenting up his trousers.  He asked me, "Have you ever done
things like that with other boys?"

	I played it as if I was naive and told him, I am unsure what it is
all about."  I wanted him to think that I was pure as the driven snow.  I
wanted him to think I had no idea why his trousers were being tented up
like they were.  He told me that he fancied me.  He wanted to give me a
serious raise in my pay.  I want you to take off clothes and pretend my
desk is a barrel.  He opened the desk drawer and retrieved a length of
rope.

	It had always been one of my fantasies to be restrained by some
guys and raped.  I was estimating that my boss' cock was at least 7
inches long, sure made it hard to say no.  I got up off of the chair and
commenced to strip off my clothes.  I didn't bother telling him that I had
more cock than all of the hot meals he had eaten.

	I surprised me when he called his secretary into his office and
demanded that Jill take off her knickers while he ties me down over his
desk.  She didn't hesitate at all.  When she hiked up her tight skirt and
stepped out of her knickers I could smell her pussy from across the room.
She must have been diddling herself all morning.  Our boss told her,
"Finger your cunt and give Jack a taste of what he as to look forward
to!"

	When I chuckled, he thought it was nervous laughter.

	Jill came around the desk and stood in front of me making
squishing noises with her fingers inside her smelly cunt.  She could not
possibly be much older than me.  Then she stuck her slim covered finger
under my nostrils.  To say her finger smelled like dead fish would do an
injustice to fish.

	On the boss' command, "Gag him, Jill!"  There was a pause then
he said, "Let him taste your cunt darling!"  He paused while he was tied
my ankle to the desk, then added.  "Strip off for him Jill!  Let Jack see
your asshole.  Let him see what he is going to get from you!  Whatever
he wants from you, give it to him without an argument!...YOU
UNDERSTAND?"

	Jill was bent over licking my right ear lobe when she said,
"Understood Boss!"  It almost deafened me.  She giggled before she
pinched my nose and lifted my head as she placed her open mouth over
mine.  She took her discarded panties and stuffed them into my mouth.

	"Your doing a good job Jill, now get the lube out of my desk and
grease up his arse for me!" our boss commanded.

	In seconds she had me gyrating around on top of the desk.  My
dick was being rubbed against the lip of the desk top.  Her greasy finger
was deep in my arse.  She knew it was all I could do to keep from
coming.  She whispered in my ear, "You can have my ass anytime you
want it Dearie!"

	Our boss was a plunger!  He stuck it in me until his ball sack was
pressed against mine.  He got a yell out of me because he took me by
surprise more that any pain.  He yelled, "You ain't no virgin any more,
Sonny!"

	I smiled to myself, thinking, 'Another satisfied customer.'

	Needless to say, my boss made use of my ass regally.  I got to
fuck Jill too.  My workmates also made use of me during my apprentice
years.  By the time I was 17 I was thinking there were other ways I could
make a living.

	The war was long over and the UK was busy rebuilding the
economy.  The Yanks had gone home, except for the odd squadron or
two.  They were not stationed anywhere near us.  The Golf Course had
been returned to its glory days.  The smell of freshly mowed grass filled
the air.  Mum was making her living charring for the lodger's and her
new live-in-boyfriend.  I was now a journeyman mechanic.  I figured I
could enlist in the Navy as a mechanic, and be a good boy.  WOW!  Was
I wrong!

	I no more than got to my training school than a Chief fastened on
to me.  He mentored me in my efforts to become a Petty Officer
Aviation Mechanic.  I shared his cabin and he fucked my ass the very
first night I moved in.  I was shocked, I thought I was through with men.
It was as though men could smell me out.  I spent eight weeks in school
and lived with the chief as husband and wife.  As soon as I finished
school I was sent to the training Aircraft Carrier.

	I no more than reported aboard and went through the check in
process that I found out that my training chief had written to a buddy of
his.  I was greeted by another chief that knew all about me.  He promised
to look after me.  The buddy was an old Boatswain Mate who just had to
have a cabin boy.  I was only going to be aboard for three weeks.  Three
weeks of warm nights.  Talk about sleep deprivation.  It was a wonder I
managed to get through the school.  Upon completion of the training I
was assigned to another Aircraft Carrier for farther training.  I had to
travel to Scotland to board the ship.  Amazingly, no one came on to me.

	I was promoted to Leading Aircraft Training Petty Officer at the
start of the course because of my fine record.  I was just beginning to
think that my past was behind me when an Engineering Officer told me
to report to his cabin at the end of my training session.

	I had to make my way to officer's country and knock on the
metal door.  When I entered the officer's stateroom I braced myself for
whatever reprimand was coming.  The stateroom consisted of a built in
bunk a stand up locker for his clothes and a desk with a metal straight
back chair.  There were lights over the desk and at the head of his cot.
There are not a lot of amenities in officer staterooms.

	The officer sat in that straight back chair and said, "Do you
remember Chief Armstrong?  He told me that you are a brilliant fuck,
Leading Aircraft Petty Officer Gates!"  He tilted his chair back resting
his back against the bulkhead as he fiddled with the sash of his terrycloth
bath robe.  "How would you like to complete this course with honors and
become a confirmed senior Petty Officer with full pay and gratuities?"


I was thinking that it appeared as if the service had two sections, well
four if you count the Wrens.  Both the Navy and the Wrens have a gay
section's that are kept secret.  They were kept apart until they were called
into action.

	As the Engineering Officer opened is robe to expose a nice big
cock I stripped off my uniform.  I knelt between his hairy legs and
played with his Willy before using my mouth to get him good and wet.
When he was ready I prostrated myself across his bunk and used both
hands to part my arse.  That was the start of a number of officers to fuck
me.

	I had a reputation of being wardroom meat.  I was fucked by
more officers that I can't count and all of the Petty Officers instrumental
in my promotion through the ranks.  I completed that course as a
confirmed Petty Officer, with honors Chiefs badge.  I was only 19-years-
old, and facing 11 years to serve before the Mast.  My credential
followed me doggedly throughout my Navel career.  I had a career the
spanned 15 years because I left the Navy and joined the Army.  I never
went wanting for stiff cocks.  When I retired from the Amy I returned
home to settle down.  I opened a garage to repair cars.  My hands are
always cracked and grease stained.  Now it is my turn to fuck the tender
areses of apprentices.



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