Growing Up In The Sixties

In my neighborhood lived a man who paid us to do chores for him. I did his lawn and other chores on weekends and he was always nice to me. One afternoon after school I went over to get his lawn done because I was going to be out of town that weekend. I used my mower, which I pulled behind my bike, and I set up to mow. I went around to the back of the house to knock on the back door and let the man know I was going to mow and I saw him in his bedroom fucking a boy. I watched for a minute and he seemed to be enjoying himself and the boy did too.

Later, several weeks later I found out who the boy was. He lived in another neighborhood and he was there helping him with some chores inside his house. He was a senior which is part of why I didn't recognize him right away. I got to looking at him, he had nice hair and his lips looked like girl lips and he wore his jeans high and tucked his shirt in. I started paying attention to the man's house and I noticed that he went to the man's house once or twice a week. I snuck into the back yard and I watched when the man had sex with him. The boy was very eager and he sucked the man's cock and really seemed to like it when the man got on him and fucked him. I left with my pants wet from stroking myself while they fucked.

I made friends with the boy, as much as you could being two years behind him in school. I dreamt of him and wondered what it was like. One day after school I asked him if we could talk and we walked to his house together. I told him I had seen him with the man and I wanted to know what it was like, did it feel good. I told him everything and that I was jerking off thinking about it. We went to his house and up to his room and he let me suck his cock. I loved it from the minute I touched his cock and put it in my mouth. We didn't fuck but I did lay on his bed and he got on my back and poked and rubbed his cock in my ass. That afternoon he kissed me on the mouth.

It wasn't until the summer that he fucked me. I loved it from the very first time. We hung out together that summer and we sucked each other every chance we got and we fucked when we could. He had stopped going to the man's house, I still did the man's lawn and I dreamed of being kissed and holding my friend's cock. I was a senior when I got fucked by the man, he knew I was queer because my friend had told him and I didn't pretend any different. He had a nice cock, I sucked him and he fucked me. He told me he didn't kiss because that always led to problems. That was what I wanted more than anything. I mowed his lawn and after mowing I went inside for a refreshment.