Times Were Different Back Then, It Was Much Better Than It Is Now

When I was teenager we lived in the big city in a middle class apartment block. My father worked for the city. During the summer went outside, it was just too hot and the last thing my mother wanted was for us to be underfoot. With the other boys we played stick ball, or just hand around and talked. Sometimes we roamed the streets, if we had a little money we would get an ice cream cone or a bottle of pop. The summers were long lazy days.

A man used to watch us. He was an immigrant, Italian or something like that. He lived alone and we gave him a wide berth. One day he offered me a bottle of pop and I accepted and he asked me a lot of questions about where I lived and my family. He spoke English well enough but he had a thick accent. He told me he was a photographer, but he was disabled from the war so he couldn't get around as much as he wanted. He invited me to see some of his photographs.

I went never thinking anything of it. His apartment faced the back of the building and the light was blocked by the other building behind it. I remember that, our apartment gave onto the street. It was a lot smaller too. He invited me to sit on his old couch, it was a small couch with two small cushions. He sat beside me, I could smell him but I didn't know what it was that I was smelling. He showed me an album of photographs. In those days it was all black and white, some were scenes of seashores and others were scenes of farms. He told me he liked to take quiet places. As we went from page to page he described where it was and why he had photographed it and then, a picture fell out onto the floor. He was quick to pick it up apologizing. But it was too late I had seen it, a picture of two naked men. He fought me but I got it out of his hand. The two men were standing against a wall holding hands. He told me that one of the men was him and the other was a friend of his, the picture was during the war.

I asked him if I could keep it. He told me he would lend it to me, but I had to return it at the end of the week. That night with the picture of the two naked men I masturbated in bed. I hid the picture under the mattress. I masturbated again the next night and I had to return the picture the following day. I went to his apartment and knocked on his door and he let me in. He gave me a bottle of pop and took the picture and asked me what I liked about it. He had more, pictures of them kissing. Pictures of them having sex, the tall man was behind him. Pictures of him giving oral sex the taller man. He showed each picture to me slowly, let me hold the picture. He explained that the other man was his friend and he was killed during the war, but they had a chance to take a short vacation in Palermo where the pictures were taken by a friend of theirs. Only after the war did this friend develop the pictures and send them to him.

He asked me if I wanted to see his dick. He unbuttoned his pants and opened them and he showed me his dick. Only then did I feel uncomfortable. He took my hand and put it on his dick and he told me to hold it with my hand. That's when he took my face in his hand and kissed me and asked me how I liked it. His dick got hard and I held it in my hand, not wanting to let it go. He kissed me several times, longer kisses only this time he had his hand in my crotch grabbing me. I was hard, he undid my pants and took my hard dick out and he bent over and kissed it, sucking it and putting it in his mouth. He didn't let me let go of his dick, he asked me if I wanted to kiss his dick and managed to give it a short peck but not put it in my mouth. He gave me what was my first blowjob and between his mouth and his hand he got me to cum. I came a lot, it seemed it would never end. When I finished he laid my head back on the sofa and kissed me gently for a long time.

That summer I learned how to give him blowjobs and learned to enjoy being kissed. He gave me lots of blowjobs and we got totally naked several times and lay on his bed instead of the sofa. I liked being kissed while he held my hard dick and he rubbed his dick against my leg. I spent a lot of time with him, he taught me a little about photography and took me to places to practice taking pictures. He had a dark room he set up in his bathroom and he let me take the pictures I took home to show my mother. It was a very trusting time, she was just happy I found something I liked and that nice man was willing to teach me. He was always very nice to my mother and my mother was nice to him, sometimes she sent some stew to him which he always had me thank her for it.

Our little thing remained a secret. I knew better than to talk about it. I grew to love holding his hard dick and making love to it, opening my mouth as much as I could to take it all in. It wasn't until later, when I was older in high school that he did the act with me. By then I was ready for it, I had been for a long time. I grew up and photography was a hobby and collecting underground photographs of naked men a passion. If I found one where men were in action, those were hard to find, I added them to my collection. The whole thing about being with men was top secret, it was underground when men got together. I still have some of those old pictures, I just don't have the heart to throw them out.