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Anything Goes
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Gay Male / 72
Those Were The Days My Friend
We all lined up, tallest on the left, shortest on the right. He walked down the line, picking this or that kid out, and then sent the rest of us to the showers. It was my first time in a communal shower, naked with all the other boys. The coach came in everyone tried to cover up, he hit their hands or elbows with a switch he used for corporal punishment, don't cover up your dick boys he said. We were from the working class neighborhood, our father's worked in the mill and the mothers did wash or mending or other things to help with the bills. Many of us were first born in this country, but some had grandfathers here. My name was Guido, but my friends called me Nate.
What I remember most of those days in the seventh grade were all the dicks in the shower. If only I had known then what I know now. It was in the army when I was in a shower with all men, their dicks were big or maybe small but much bigger than boys of the seventh grade. And pubes were thick but one guy was a carrot top, he had red hair on his pubes and a pink dick. That's the dick to suck, my friend said. I got bent over in basic training, a guy from NYC, an Italian named Silvio. Bent over and he ran his dick clean through me. I was angry and upset, but it felt good. All I wanted was to get it again. But I didn't say anything, put up with it my friend said, you have to put up with it.
When we got deployed and living in the tents I saw guys beat off in bed, no one cared. There were lots of dirty magazines, tits and tits and tits, and ass. That's all they cared about. I didn't give a damn about tits, I wanted something else. I wanted it, it. I wanted it, just like Silvio gave it to me in basic. I wanted it so bad, all I could think about was the saying of water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. So many swinging dicks, and not one dick was for me.
On R&R I met a sailor from San Diego, his name was Manuel, Manny to his friends. He was dark skinned, more than us Italians, but he had almost no facial or body hair. His dick was almost bald, very little pubic hair, a fat dick I couldn't swallow it, well not in my mouth. I swallowed it up my ass, and oh did it feel good. Sailors have a reputation, well earned if you ask me.
Before we left R&R Manny gave me a picture, black and white, folded up so it could fit in your shirt pocket, of a dick in an ass. It had to be a guys ass, because that ass was hairy and that dick was big. Manny swore it wasn't his dick, but hey, it could have been. I kept that picture with me, it went out on maneuvers, hunting gooks, it went back stateside with me. It was my lucky charm. I never saw Manny again, all I have is the memories. I lived in Fresno after the Army, went to college and got a job working for the local junior college in the back office. So many boys, but all off limits. Seems that I was destined to die of thirst in the middle of a rainstorm.
Of course with a little money, and a place of my own, and I went down to the district and picked up runaways at first, and then got serious and left them alone. I gravitated to Mexicans, nice guys, no issues there. And good lovers, the macho thing prevented them from being bottoms, on top, then they weren't gay, just men who liked a bit of boy ass they said. They were good fuckers. Not gay, not them. They just couldn't keep their hands off a nice Italian's ass. Not complaining.
What I remember most of those days in the seventh grade were all the dicks in the shower. If only I had known then what I know now. It was in the army when I was in a shower with all men, their dicks were big or maybe small but much bigger than boys of the seventh grade. And pubes were thick but one guy was a carrot top, he had red hair on his pubes and a pink dick. That's the dick to suck, my friend said. I got bent over in basic training, a guy from NYC, an Italian named Silvio. Bent over and he ran his dick clean through me. I was angry and upset, but it felt good. All I wanted was to get it again. But I didn't say anything, put up with it my friend said, you have to put up with it.
When we got deployed and living in the tents I saw guys beat off in bed, no one cared. There were lots of dirty magazines, tits and tits and tits, and ass. That's all they cared about. I didn't give a damn about tits, I wanted something else. I wanted it, it. I wanted it, just like Silvio gave it to me in basic. I wanted it so bad, all I could think about was the saying of water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. So many swinging dicks, and not one dick was for me.
On R&R I met a sailor from San Diego, his name was Manuel, Manny to his friends. He was dark skinned, more than us Italians, but he had almost no facial or body hair. His dick was almost bald, very little pubic hair, a fat dick I couldn't swallow it, well not in my mouth. I swallowed it up my ass, and oh did it feel good. Sailors have a reputation, well earned if you ask me.
Before we left R&R Manny gave me a picture, black and white, folded up so it could fit in your shirt pocket, of a dick in an ass. It had to be a guys ass, because that ass was hairy and that dick was big. Manny swore it wasn't his dick, but hey, it could have been. I kept that picture with me, it went out on maneuvers, hunting gooks, it went back stateside with me. It was my lucky charm. I never saw Manny again, all I have is the memories. I lived in Fresno after the Army, went to college and got a job working for the local junior college in the back office. So many boys, but all off limits. Seems that I was destined to die of thirst in the middle of a rainstorm.
Of course with a little money, and a place of my own, and I went down to the district and picked up runaways at first, and then got serious and left them alone. I gravitated to Mexicans, nice guys, no issues there. And good lovers, the macho thing prevented them from being bottoms, on top, then they weren't gay, just men who liked a bit of boy ass they said. They were good fuckers. Not gay, not them. They just couldn't keep their hands off a nice Italian's ass. Not complaining.
