Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2023 03:07:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: When I Was a Boy

There is a bi-sexual version of this story as well titled "When I was a Bi
Boy". That version does not have Calvin in it. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m
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I grew up in a small logging town of 15K in the late 1950's and early
60's. While it wasn't exactly remote, it was a 3 hour drive one way on a 2
lane highway to the nearest city larger than ours. It was a drive that I
didn't experience until I was 11 years old.  Because most of the day was
spend either going or coming, most people planned on being gone overnight.

Like many small towns back then, and even cities I guess, there was a mom &
pop grocery store on almost every block, or so it seemed. In our
neighborhood we had one on each corner of the main block. The closest store
in one direction was 3 blocks and in the other direction 6 blocks. It was
common back then for a store owner to live on the premises and accordingly
Bradley's Grocery had a small 1 bedroom apartment at the back of their
building across from the storeroom. The Bradley's didn't live there because
they had a regular house on the other side of town so it was mostly used
for breaks during the day.

Our family used only Bradley's Grocery and I don't really know why that
was. Maybe it was because my dad had gone to high school with the owners
while the other store was owned by someone that didn't grow up in the
area. Who knows.  Dave and Helen Bradley were second generation owner
although Dave had a regular full time job so Helen was generally the one at
the store. When I started into my teen years they hired a college kid named
Alan to fill in, usually in the evening. Alan was allowed to live in the
apartment.

Helen was a buxom blonde with long wavy hair. Like my parents she was in
her early 30's. As a young boy I never paid much attention to her. She was
always nice and polite though. It wasn't until I started puberty that I
became aware of her tits, big tits and usually showing a ton of cleavage.

My mom didn't drive then so when we needed milk, eggs, or other basics and
time was of the essence it was dad that drove the 5 blocks to Bradley's to
get what we needed. Otherwise I had to walk it. Going to the store was an
"event" when we were little so my sister and I would clamor to go with dad
and he always took us. It didn't matter if it was only a 5 minute trip, he
waited while we put on shoes, or a jacket. We always got to go in the store
too, even though back then kids were left in the car all the time.

When I turned 13 dad would let me drive us to the store and back. It was
only 5 blocks on very quiet residential streets. My dad was the man's man
sort of guy. He could work on cars, build a house, fix the plumbing, hunted
and fished and naturally included me in many of those things. I owned my
first gun when I was 6 and went hunting with him. Driving was a big deal
and he started teaching me early on.  Dad stood on the side of fairness and
justice although he wasn't a saint, believe me, but he stood up for the
underdog every time, would never ever hit a woman for instance. Except for
one who was a big fat terror. She threatened to punch him in the face one
time in a bar for no reason. Her name was Kuma and rumor had it she had a
hell of a punch. Dad flat told her he'd punch her right back if she did. He
would have too and she knew so chose not to.

I often walked home from school and since Bradley's was on the way I
typically stopped in for a penny candy and to browse through the comic book
rack. You could do that back then. The rack was right there in the open
alongside the rack that held the cigarettes which prompted more than one
hoodlum kid to filch a pack now and then.

I got to know Alan because he was usually working the store after 3pm. He
was very knowledgeable about comics and we often talked about them. It was
Alan that got me to buy the 1st Silver Surfer solo comic when it came
out. Many is the time I wish I still had that comic. I paid 12 cents for
it, now it has a top value of 33K.

Alan was a nice guy, slender, maybe 19 or 20 with short slightly curly
brown hair. He was very soft spoken, had a nice smile and often gave little
touches on the arm or back when emphasizing something. At that time of day
there was hardly anybody in the store so I got to spend plenty of time
browsing and talking with Alan.

One afternoon I had to take a shit really bad and said I had to get home
because of it but Alan said I could use the bathroom in the apartment. "I'm
not supposed to do that Jessie so please don't tell anybody." I promised I
wouldn't and he patted me on the back and said, "I know you can keep a
secret." We went to the apartment and he showed me where the bathroom
was. It was a nice little apartment with kitchen and bedroom and of course
the bathroom. I went in and closed the door and dropped my drawers. There
was a small magazine rack tin front of the toilet and I saw the cover of a
magazine and about shit. Well, I actually was shitting.  It was a nudie and
right there in living color was a pair of tits. I reached over and pulled
it out and went through it quickly. It only had naked women and so I saw my
very first pussy. My dick went ballistic fast.

I didn't want stay in there too long so finished up and went back out front
where Alan had just finished with a customer. I told him I needed to get
home and he just smiled.

"You saw the magazine huh?" I didn't say anything but my facial expression
did. He leaned over the counter and whispered, "It's okay Jessie, I
understand. Look, you can go back in the bathroom and look through it and
jack off if you want to. I do it too." I was shocked that an adult would
admit that to a kid. When I hesitated he said, "go ahead, it's cool." So I
did. It was my first jack off session to a magazine and as such it didn't
take long before I squirted my sperm. Then again, it generally went pretty
quick since I'd only been sperming for 6 months.

Back out front Alan asked if I felt better so I nodded my head and said
thanks. "No problem, any time. That's what friends are for, right?" We
talked comics then I left and the whole way home I thought about what I'd
done, about what Alan said then wondered if I'd get another chance at it.

Not long after that he invited me to come back after the store closed at 8
to look at his comic collection. I didn't think anything about it so
planned on going on a Friday night, telling my parents I was hanging out
with some friends at the evening soft pitch league game. I rarely lied to
my parents but didn't want them to know I was hanging out with a college
dude, especially who my dad commented once was "a little light in the
heels".

So I showed up as the store closed and we went into the apartment where he
offered me a coke, which I took. We went through some of his comics and I
have to say, it was a hell of a collection. About 15 minutes in he asked me
if I thought much about the magazine I'd seen and I hemmed and hawed over
an answer. He patted me on the thigh.

"It's okay Jessie, we're both boys so we know how that works. I've got some
others you'd probably like, that is if you want to I mean." Of course I
wanted to but I didn't want to seem too eager about it but managed to
squeak out an "ok".

He pulled a magazine out of a drawer and handed it to me. Holy shit fuck, I
thought. The cover, in blazing color, showed a close up of a naked woman
sitting on a guys lap facing the camera. Her legs were spread wide open and
the man's cock was stuffed up her pussy. I looked over at Alan, my chin on
my chest. I opened the magazine and began to thumb through it. My dick was
raging hard and I couldn't help but grab onto it and squeeze.

"It makes you really hard doesn't it," Alan asked after I had scanned a
dozen pages. He let his hand rest on my thigh as he said it and I started
to get nervous. I had never done anything with anybody before and I hoped
he'd move his hand up farther but was afraid that he would and how I might
respond. I was also a little afraid that if he touched my boner I'd squirt
in my jockey's. Then he moved his hand onto my crotch.

"Oh my you are hard aren't you," he whispered. Since I didn't make any move
to stop him, Alan felt and squeezed on my cock while I tried not to look at
him. After a minute he said, "it would probably feel better if you clothes
weren't in the way." Before I could answer he unsnapped my jeans and since
I didn't make any move to stop him he unzipped me then slipped his hand
inside onto my briefs and onto my raging hard dick.

"Oh my Jessie you feel like a healthy boy. Maybe we should let him out." I
nodded my head and moved to set the magazine down but Alan stopped me. "You
keep reading, I'll take care of it." That said he stood up then bend over
and hooked his fingers in my underwear and jeans so I lifted my butt up a
little bit and he tugged my clothing down below my knees. I was scared
shitless. Nobody had ever seen my boner before. Boys had seen my dick in
gym class but that was soft. On the other hand I was excited to be showing
my boner off to someone else. Alan then pushed my t-shirt up and stared at
my naked glory.

"You got a really nice cock for a boy your age Jessie and you got your
foreskin too," he said as he grasped a hold of me and gently stroked." I
wasn't the biggest kid in my gym class in body or cock size but there were
plenty of boys smaller than me and many didn't have any hairs at all. I had
a decent little patch of brownish black hair at the base but my balls were
still smooth. My cock was almost 6 inches long and decently thick. My balls
were at full hang between pale hairless thighs.

"You even got some precum leaking out," Alan observed. "I love how your
soft balls feel in my hand," he said as he fondled my eggs. I could feel my
body changing and knew that I could cum soon. After all, I'd never been
touched like that before.

"How about if I jack you off then," he said and I mumbled and okay. He had
me lay back farther and tug my shirt up to my chest. Alan started jacking
me off in a nice medium pace while his other hand felt on my balls. It
didn't take long before I groaned and shot, my sperm going up between my
nipples. It was an incredible cum.

When it was done Alan continued to stroke me and rubbed his thumb over my
cock head smearing my sperm around and pinching up my foreskin so the stuff
oozed out, but it got too sensitive and I giggled and pushed his hand
away. "That was a nice cum shot Jessie. I'll get a towel." He did so
quickly and wiped up my cum while I kept looking through the magazine.

"Are you gonna do it too?"

"If you want me to," he said. I did so he unsnapped, unzipped then shoved
his clothing down then sat back to let me see him. His dick was pretty big,
the biggest I'd ever seen but he didn't have any hair. His cock was stone
hard and I could see it bob in time with his heart beat.

"You can touch it if you want to Jessie." I reached over and took hold of
him and was surprised at the warmth, the softness of the skin but the
hardness of his boner. It felt different than my own dick.  I went back to
looking through the magazine and when I stared at a photo of the girl
sucking the man's cock he asked if I'd ever had that done to me and the
answer of course was no. "I'll suck your cock if you want me to and you
don't have to suck mine."

Naturally my jack off fantasy was getting my dick sucked. I wasn't quite to
the point of fantasizing about fucking. I said yes and he proceeded to give
me my first blow job. The feelings were incredible and I had to put the
magazine down so I could watch him and focus on the feelings. He played
with my balls as he sucked and I couldn't help but reach down under him to
take hold of his boner.

Once again I didn't last very long and said so. He said I could cum in his
mouth and went back to sucking me and in short order I did just that and
Alan swallowed it all, not that there was very much. When I pushed his head
away he leaned back and started jacking off. He did it fast and his balls
jumped all over the place and then he shot. Goddamn did he shoot.

Alan's dick blasted at least 6 jets of sperm, the first one hitting his
chin and the rest splattering all over his chest. I was shocked. After he
cleaned up I put my clothes back in place.

"This was lots of fun Jessie," he said, "I love how your sperm tastes." I'd
tasted my cum, what boy hasn't, but have any opinion about its taste.

"Yeah it was fun, thanks for it."

"Maybe we could do it again sometime, you think?" I said I'd like that then
headed home. I thought about it as I walked and decided that I really did
want to do it again. It was amazing. I wondered if he'd let me suck his
cock then wondered if I was turning queer or something. That was the term
back then, no such thing as gay, at least in the queer sense. I didn't
think I was turning queer but it sure felt great so, fuck it.

I caught Alan in the store a couple afternoons that week but neither of us
made any comments related to the weekend. Helen was there the second visit
and I barely acknowledged Alan but as I passed him on my way out he
whispered, "maybe Thursday night. I didn't say anything but before I went
through the door I dipped my head a wee bit. I went home, got naked in my
bedroom and jacked off thinking about Thursday night.

I showed up at the back door at 8 and Alan let me in. He wearing only
underwear. "I hope this is okay Jessie. I was hoping we could lay in my bed
and look through magazines." That sounded a little scary to me but I was
already half hard in anticipation so said okay. Alan took off his t-shirt
and lay on his bed and watched me undress, which felt kind of sexy
actually.

"You're already hard. How sweet," he said. He got on the bed and patted it
and I climbed up next to him and he pulled a stack of magazines off his
bedside nightstand and sat them between us and fanned them out. Whoa, what
a surprise. There were ones like the first one he showed me then there were
some queer ones, only men, and there were a couple of adults and kids. Alan
told me to pick one so I went for a queer one and we thumbed through
it. Alan asked if I liked it and I nodded my head as my free hand groped at
my boner.

After I set it aside I grabbed one with adults and kids. It was mostly men
with young boys but also women with kids. A series of photos showed a boy
my age with a woman and he was sucking her tits then licking her shaved
pussy and others of her blowing him. And then of course, the boy fucking
her.

"Is that something you'd want to try Jessie, being with a woman?" I nodded
my head and croaked out a "yes".

"I really want to be naked," he said, can we?" I was all for that and as
soon as I was naked he said again how much he loved my cock and asked to
suck me. God I loved how that felt.

I was thumbing through a magazine with kids doing kids and saw boys my age
fucking little boys and little girls and wondered what that would be like
to have your cock buried into a kids hole, either ass or cunt. I finally
stopped reading and told Alan I wanted to try sucking his cock so he rolled
onto his back and me on my side.

Like I said, his cock seemed huge to me and when I asked him he said it was
a little over 7½ inches. He had big low hanging balls to and I played
with them for a second, loving the feel of the sac in my hand. I finally
got down to sucking his dick and I choked a couple of times trying to take
too much but managed to get him to moan a little bit. My mouth got sore so
I stopped and moved up alongside of him.

"I really like being with you Jessie," he said as we faced each other. His
eyes roamed around my face then he said, "I'd like to kiss you, is that
okay?" Well, it was and it wasn't. I'd never done it and it was a guy after
all but I was also up into a fog of hotness and was willing to try most
anything so nodded my head.

Alan kissed me gently, little quick pecks at first then he stayed a little
longer and moved his lips. At first I wasn't real thrilled by it but after
a half minute or so it was like a light switch was turned on. I felt a huge
rush of really great feelings shoot through my body and began kissing him
back but with pressure. Alan got right into it and eventually gently pushed
his tongue into my mouth and I went wild. I heard myself moan, I pressed my
groin up against his and felt this boner pressing against me.

"I really want you to fuck me Jessi," Alan said after we broke the
kiss. "Will you?" I nodded my head, adding that I'd never done it before
but I could try. "It's easy, trust me."

Alan got a bottle of something and smeared it on his asshole then on my
cock while explaining that it was lube. He said it would be easiest for me
if he was on his hands and knees. We could change positions once I got the
hang of it or bang of it as it were. So, that was my first view of an
asshole. Sure, I'd seen my own with a mirror but that was different. Alan
peeled a cheek open and I did the other one then guided my raging hard
boner to it. When it wouldn't go in he said to just push hard, I wouldn't
hurt him. So, I pushed hard and sure enough, in it went.

Alan yelped and told me to wait a second, I did, then he eventually told me
to put it all the way in him. Oh man, so this is what fucking is, I thought
to myself. The feelings on my cock were unlike anything I'd ever felt
before. I didn't wait for him to tell me to go ahead, I just started to
fuck him. I fell out once but got right back in and it didn't happened
again.

"Oh yeah Jessie," he moaned, "you're cock feels good in me. Fuck me hard if
you can." I didn't really understand what he meant so just kept doing what
I was doing, sliding my dick in and out of him. I could tell that he was
jacking off and that seemed thrilling to me. I don't know why. He finally
had me stop, which was good because I was about ready to cum.

"I want to be on my back so I can watch your face while you fuck me." I
thought that was a little weird but didn't care. I was fucking. He rolled
over and told me what to do so I got back into position and noticed his
asshole seemed to be a little more open. I held my dick down and touched
him and was a little surprised that I slipped right on in.

"Lean forward a little bit and put your hands here, on the bed," he said
indicating where he wanted them. "How does that feel Jessie," he asked when
I was in position.

"Really good Alan." He told me to go ahead and fuck him. It was even better
than before and I think it was because that's how fucking was supposed to
go, at least in my mind. Not much later I would chuckle at my naiveite. I
got back to plowing his ass. Alan was moaning and groaning and eventually
told me how good it felt having my cock in his pussy and to fuck him
harder. His pussy? I never heard that before.

I lasted way longer than I thought I would but around the 4th minute I
could tell I was going to cum and barely got it blurted out when I shot
off, pumping my sperm into his ass. The feelings were incredible and I felt
myself smiling. I kept on fucking him for a half minute before I stopped. I
was going to pull out but Alan stopped me.

"No, stay a little longer Jessie. Most people prefer it, boys and girls." I
stayed and he rubbed my back and down onto my butt. He raised his head for
some kissing and I complied. Still, I had this feeling that I wanted to get
away. It was like I sometimes felt after jerking off. A sense of guilt,
maybe even a little shame. As I aged I would learn that lots of boys from
my generation had felt that way. Maybe it was the effect of my first 6
grades being spent in Catholic school.

Alan asked what I thought about it all, told me I did a pretty good job for
my first time and that if I wanted to, he would help me get more
practice. After some 3 minutes Alan commented that I was still hard and in
fact I was. He asked if I wanted to go another round. I glanced at a
bedside clock and said I could stay for just a little bit. He then guided
me into a sitting position then onto my back with him sitting on my dick.

"Lay back and let me fuck you Jessie," he said with a sly grin. Boy did he
ever. Alan worked his ass all over the damned place all the while telling
me he loved having my cock in his ass, that I was such a cute boy and he
loved having me fuck him. He took the time to lean down and kiss me or
reach behind him to feel on my balls or let his finger explore my cock and
the rim of his asshole.  Sometimes the way he said things or how he acted
seemed kind of girly to me. It wasn't until my dad made a comment about
once when we left the store that I realized Alan was gay. Or at least liked
boys and girls. I didn't care.

My dad would make a similar comment about Helen when I was 14 years old. I
can't remember why he said it but essentially he told me to watch myself
around her because it seemed that she liked teaching young boys about
sex. I looked sideways at him and he said it was true. By then I'd already
been fucking her for 6 months so just said, "okay". Honestly he probably
wouldn't have care in fact he'd probably have been proud.

"I'm gonna cum Jessie," Alan panted. He sat upright and took hold of his
bouncing boner and started to jack off. He was moaning like a dog getting
beaten, his eyes were half closed and his asshole seemed to grip my dick
then let got then grip it again and let go. All of a sudden he cried out
and began firing globs of sperm that splattered my face and chest. His
asshole gripped me and wouldn't let go and a second later I was crying
out. I was surprised at that because I usually had to keep quiet when I
squirted because I was usually in my bedroom or the bathroom. It felt kind
of good to let it out.

When it was over he just lay on me with my cock still in his ass. He wiped
his cum from my face and told me what a good lover I was and hoped we could
keep on doing stuff together. Which we did. And more.

Fucking Alan became a weekly thing. Never once did he ask to fuck me and I
didn't ask him too. Over the next 5-6 weeks he showed me all kinds of sex
magazines. I was pretty interested in the kid stuff and said so. He also
taught me all kinds of stuff like licking my asshole. Fuck, that was
incredible. I even did it to him when he got out of the shower. I liked
being held and kissed on too. He asked me again if I was interested in
fucking girls and I said I sure was. He asked if I'd fuck a young boy if I
had the chance. I said maybe, it would depend on the circumstances which, I
would find out, was what he wanted to hear.

"Do you think you could maybe spend the night with me Jessie," Alan asked,
"like on a Friday or Saturday?" I thought about it. I hated to lie to my
parents and if I got caught I'd have to have a good story since I couldn't
tell them I spent it with Alan. On the other hand I suppose I could float
the idea that he'd gotten a whole bunch of new comics. I gave him and
answer a few days later and said I could manage it.

I figured I could go with the comics story and if that failed I'd tell my
dad of to the side that I had a chance to fuck a girl and took it. It
wasn't something I could have asked permission for. I knew he'd cover for
me with my mom. I told Alan it was a go and he the coming Saturday would be
perfect. I'd see if I could manage it, and I did.

I showed up at 7, earlier than usual. The store would be closed by a
parttime woman supplementing her retirement. Alan let me in and as he
closed the door I stood in surprise. Standing by the sofa was a young
boy. A really cute young boy.

"So," Alan said, "Jessie this is Calvin, Calvin this is Jessie." The boy
stood up and offered his hand, rather tentatively I might add. "Cal is 9
years old, a boy that I watch from time to time and play with. He's been
wanting to get fucked but not by a big dick like mine. Naturally I thought
of you."

I scoped the kid out. As I said, cute as hell, slender with almost white
blond hair, bright blue eyes, perfect pink lips, four inches shorter than
my 5'4".  At the moment his facial expression matched his handshake and I
knew he was afraid I'd say no. Part of me wanted to say no but a bigger
part of me said yes and my cock was saying yes in the only way it knew how.

"Umm, okay, I guess." His face broke into a grin and his body relaxed.

"Thank you Jessie, it means a lot to me." That said we adjourned to the
bedroom and quickly undressed. Cal was just as cute in the basement as he
was in the attic. His body was as pale as his face except for the lighter
area that a swim suit covered. His smooth young cock was fully hardened in
anticipation, the clipped end already getting red.

"You got a perfect cock for my butthole Jessie," he said, his high pitched
voice like music to my ears, not that mine was a whole lot deeper. He had
stepped right up to me and took hold of it and stroked it. "How come your
dick is different," he asked, "I never seen a dick like that.

"Because I'm not circumcised," I said then explained it. He grimaced at the
thought of having skin cut off his dick. By that time Alan had come up
behind me and pressed his body against mine and began kissing me gently on
the neck, something he knew that I loved.

"He darling isn't he," Alan whispered in my ear. By that time Cal was on
his knees and swallowing my cock and doing a pretty good job at it. I
wasn't surprised since I assumed he'd been practicing on Alan's cock. The
adorable young thing bobbed his head back and forth while Alan held me and
gently pressed his hard on against the crack of my ass.

Cal finally stopped and stood up, dragging the back of his hand across his
delicious lips. "Do you like kissing Jessie," he asked and I nodded my head
so he took my hand and led me to the bed and we climbed on, Alan right on
our tails. Speaking of which I got a glimpse of Cal's butt and it was about
the cutest thing, the most perfect butt I could ever imagine.

On the bed he melted into my arms and began kissing on me right away. I
loved the feel of his smaller body against mine, a warm cuddly bundle of
boy. At the other end Alan attended to our cocks, sucking me then Cal then
back to me. Cal began kissing with more passion, more moaning and of course
tongue stuffing, which I really loved.

We finally split apart and I went for Cal's cock while Alan offered the boy
his own raging dick. The kid was nicely enough hung, I guess; I wasn't a
judge of young boy cock. It was fun sucking him though because his 4 inches
of boner fit great in my mouth. I could swallow the whole thing. It was way
cool feeling on his balls too because they were so smooth and skin so
soft. My sac was too but it was different feeling it on someone else. I
rubbed on his tender little too and felt my dick throb at the feel of those
perfectly cute fluffy orbs. I wanted to lick him, to wash his asshole with
my tongue.

Cal was busy trying to suck Alan's fat weenie and looked like he was doing
a fair enough job. I licked his balls and sucked the small eggs into my
mouth then spit them out.

"Will you lick my hole Jessie," the boy asked, "It's real clean." Obviously
it was not an invitation I would pass up. Cal and Alan readjusted their
position so I could get at the younglings puckered muscle. I quick sniff
revealed a slight odor of Irish Spring soap so got right down to work.

For some reason it was more fun licking Cal's hole than Alan's. Maybe it
was because Alan had some hairs down there or maybe it was just because he
was older. Maybe it was because it was all pink and brown like most
assholes I'd seen in the magazines. Maybe it was because it was just plain
cute. I don't know but I sure did love eating out Cal's tight little
butthole. Apparently Cal did too given the degree of moaning and groaning
he was doing once I started.  Since he had moved to his knees his balls
were right there for me to service so I licked from his hole to his nuts,
licked all over them then licked my way back. Cal was wiggling his butt
just a little bit and I could feel him pushing back against my face. He was
still sucking Alan's cock and judging from the noises he was making Cal was
working his way up into a fog of hotness.

"Are you ready for fingers sweet boy," Alan finally asked and got a rapid
head nod from the kid. He pulled the lube out of his night stand and handed
it to me and within a half-minute my middle finger was moving in and out of
Cal's tight little hole. I had changed position so I could finger bang him
and play with his balls.

For just a moment I reflected on how lucky I was that Alan had taken a
chance on me then went about teaching me all about stuff that would have
probably taken a few years for me to learn. While I didn't think about it
at the time, later on I realized that because of his "training" I would
feel confident about my sexual abilities early on and not worry about
making a mistake. Those abilities would allow me to pay it forward by
providing other young boys "how to" information.

"Two fingers," Cal eventually mumbled and a pair of minutes later he
declared himself "ready to be pounded." He chose to be on his hands and
knees so he could comfortably suck on Alan's cock. Seeing him in that
position was totally incredible to me and again, I can't explain why. Maybe
part of it was that I was going to catch my first cherry; first in what
would be a long line of boys getting popped for their first time.

I got behind him, aimed for his beautiful young hole and proceeded to work
the head inside of him causing Cal to yelp. I knew enough to stop right
there, and I did.

"Breathe baby boy," Alan cooed to him, "push down like you're trying to
shit." My little heart was slamming around hard in my chest. I was inside a
young boy and the feelings were incredible. I finally got the go ahead to
fuck Cal and watched intently as inch after inch of my cock slid up inside
of him. Once I was seated I began the process, going slowly and using about
one third of my cock. It took a second before Cal clued in to the rhythm
before he leaned forward and place his mouth of Alan's thick cock.

I held onto the boys' narrow hips as I fucked him, slowly picking up speed
and using more dick. At one point Cal reached back underneath us and found
my cock going in and out of him then went further and found my balls and
fondled them as I fucked. That right there almost made me cum. I made eye
contact with Alan who smiled and winked at me then mouthed, "good job" as I
began to pound Cal's young preteen ass.

It didn't take long before Cal was moaning, groaning and wiggling his ass
then crying for more. He had to stop sucking off Alan because of the
feelings he was experiencing but also because of the rocking his body was
getting. Then all of a sudden he gave up Alan's dick and cried out.

"Ohshitohshitohshit," he practically screamed. His asshole put a death grip
on my cock and just as I started to shoot into his ass and Alan, who was
banging his cock, shot Cal in the face. I held him tight and fucked him as
hard as I could and was sure I'd exceeded the amount of sperm that I
usually unload.

I finally stopped and just stay there panting while Cal's head was dropping
and he too was panting. I kept feeling his asshole pulsing against my cock,
his body on autopilot. Alan had backed away and I could see cum dripping
off the swollen head. The Cal simply fell away face down from me, jerking
my spend dick out of his ass, but rolled onto his back right away. His face
was covered in slowly running cum. Alan left the room and came back with a
hand mirror, knowing that the youngling would want to see what he looked
like. I sure would have and of course when my turn came for a facial I had
to see it.

"Wow," he said with a grin just before his tongue came out and tried to
lick the stuff from his lips. Alan then got him all cleaned up. Afterwards
we talked about it and of course Cal thought it was the best thing since
ice cream. He showered me with kisses and lots of thanks for making his
first time so much fun.  I fucked him again that night and so did Alan. It
was hot seeing another boy get fucked, seeing a close up of the action and
being able to put my hand in there and feel around. About a month later
Cal's mother called my mom and asked about whether I'd be interested in
watching her son after school for a few weeks while her regular sitter was
out of town. I jumped at the chance.

Cal had no siblings so it was just him and me at his house which, it turned
out, was 7 blocks from mine in a different neighborhood. Needless to say I
fucked him at least once every day, sometimes twice. He was also the first
person to fuck me, but only a few times. "I rather give it than get it
Jessie," he said after that first time.

I continued to fuck Cal and Alan on a regular basis well into my 15th year
when we moved outside of town to a 10 acre property. I still hooked up with
Cal but not very often. The last time I fucked him he'd gotten pubic hair
and was a sperming boy. I would learn some years later that Cal was one of
the first to die from Aids. He'd run away at 16 and headed for San
Francisco. His death certificate stated he died from pneumonia which was
later determined to most likely have been Aids, the pneumonia diagnosis was
common in the early days. Cal was not yet 30 at the time.

I continued to fuck Alan for a few years and during that time was with a
few other boys that he brought around. There were a few really hottie boys,
even a few my age. Fucking young sperming boys was fun. Of course I started
fucking Helen but that's in the other story.

By age 17 I was fucking more girls than boys and by the time I was I
graduated college it was all girls. By then of course it was in the late
60's and our generation was all for free love. There was plenty of it and I
had my share, including a few 3 ways.

I eventually married, had kids and eventually grandkids. One of my son's
best friends was an outwardly effeminate boy and while I suspected there
was some gay for play going on I looked at it with great tolerance. One of
10 grandsons was out and proud and another was lesbian. I always had great
relationships with my kids and grandkids, the youngsters often asking my
opinion on various matters including the usual trauma's of adolescents.

"Grandpa," my 14 year old grandson Zak said one afternoon while we sat in
my dinghy with lines in the water. "Does it bother you that I'm gay?"

"Not at all Zackster," I said using my nickname for him, "why would it?"

"Well, you're all straight and stuff and I know lots of people your age
don't approve of it."

"Well," I replied, "perhaps you've noticed I'm not quite like many older
people." I was barely 50 at the time.

"Yeah, I know, but still."

"Zak, do you suppose that your generation invented gay? It didn't. Nor did
it invent the notion of boys that aren't gay sucking each other off which,
as you know, is pretty popular." I had kept my eyes on my fishing line and
not him. I finally turned to face him.

"Secrets," I said which was our word for "what I'm going to tell you stays
between us". He nodded his head and said,

"Always." I knew I could trust him.

"I waded in that creek when I was a young teenage boy. You don't need to
know what exactly that entails but let's just say that the expression "been
there done that" is accurate. Like most boys I grew out of it but never in
my life have I ever regretted any of it." He carefully moved to me and
embraced me tightly after giving me a kiss on the lips, a standard practice
in our family.

"I love you so much grandpa," he said with evident emotion.

"I know sweet boy, I know. But," I said with emphasis so he looked me in
the eyes.  "You have to be careful Zacky." I told him about Cal's dying
from Aids but not that he was a lover. "It's a horrible death and I don't
want you to die before I do." He laughed.

"I promise grandpa."

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