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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 54
Tales Of The High Country, And All Those Swinging Dicks I've Known
I had the fortune, or misfortune for some, of growing up in wide open places, where the sun touches the mountains and there ain't nothing between you and your neighbor except for a couple of hundred acres. We made our own fun, you know chores. If chores don't do it for you, what does? I was home schooled for all of my lower school years. By the time I went off to do my duty in the Army I was a man of the world, I had slopped hogs, saddled horses, worked the range, and jacked off. Yes, another one of those pleasures you learn early. (I had no idea then that my sisters were learning how to play with their 'mouse').
When you are alone at night, and the moon is full and the stars are out, the only warmth you get is bringing one of your sisters to bed with you. I had four sisters and two were just plain bitches, so it was me and Sarah who got to play around. I learned all about that 'mouse' of hers and she learned all about Mr. Dick, who spat up when he got excited. MMM good, or however the commercial went. We engaged, I like that word, sort of like two gears engage to move forward, and we learned all about the birds and bees together. My two bitch sisters were left out and they got bitchier as time went on, and our little sister got a wealth of information from Sarah.
When I got to the Army for basic training I saw for the first time all those swinging dicks, I mean literally, and that mean old Sergeant, we called him Old Sarge, but he was probably in his late twenties. He was understanding to an extent that the boys had to let off steam and any jacking off in the shower was looked at like a natural thing. He got upset though when Joe and John jacked off each other. But so much dick brought out the willies in the boys, and all those hardons and such made you want to at least touch. Holding on to a hardon was like holding a wand in your hand, it was power beyond power, it ran right through you. Maybe, I thought, that's why Sarah liked to get me hard and jack me off. I tried one, not because I set out to try one, but because the guy behind the hardon in my hand told me 'suck me off dick head'. The Army teaches you a lot of things, sucking cock is just one of them.
I got stationed in Germany and then Korea, did my four years as a clerk typist, funny thing for a ranch hand, my hands were really too big for the keys, but that was my assignment. Both of my stations were pretty much eight to five, and we had a lot of time to jack off. Some of it was competitive, you jack me off and I'll jack you off. Some of it was one sided, 'jack me off dick head'. Man it was good stuff. I would guess that over the four years I jacked off at least a couple of dozen cocks. and sucked off another dozen. When I was discharged I could type sixty words a minute and jack off John and suck Joe at the same time.
After being discharged I moved to Denver, a nice place at that time. I got a job at this outfit that had several outlets all over the state for the Ranch and Farm bunch. Lot's of swinging dicks, I'll say that. Lot's of swinging dicks. And I jacked off a few and sucked another bunch. Old boys too, in jeans and beat up boots, they wanted their hardon jerked or sucked. And I got along fine, pretty popular with that kind of man.
I got my lights put out in that job. Held down by a big old boy, and fucked till I had tears in my eyes. I was strictly a jack off man, and here I was getting my ass tore open and loving every minute of it. Now Sarah use to complain that it all got over before she had fun. I know the feeling, by the time I was having fun, the dope came and went leaving with nothing but a wet asshole to deal with. It comes with the territory Sarah use to tell me, every girl's complaint. Well damn if it didn't come with the territory when you do the cock sucking and get your ass bent over. It's all about them. Your only relief came when you were alone and you took your cock for run in your hand.
Well so much for the rural folk and how we handled things on the ranch. Sarah married an insurance salesman, and I got along fine with Jake, my best friend who drove a Semi. To each his own, or her own. But when it's time for us to be alone and Sarah want's to complain, she tells me that Insurance guys are all talk and no action. I won't say that is an excuse or anything like that, but action means she wants to be engaged like we used to. She doesn't want to believe me when I tell her she is the only woman I've fucked.
When you are alone at night, and the moon is full and the stars are out, the only warmth you get is bringing one of your sisters to bed with you. I had four sisters and two were just plain bitches, so it was me and Sarah who got to play around. I learned all about that 'mouse' of hers and she learned all about Mr. Dick, who spat up when he got excited. MMM good, or however the commercial went. We engaged, I like that word, sort of like two gears engage to move forward, and we learned all about the birds and bees together. My two bitch sisters were left out and they got bitchier as time went on, and our little sister got a wealth of information from Sarah.
When I got to the Army for basic training I saw for the first time all those swinging dicks, I mean literally, and that mean old Sergeant, we called him Old Sarge, but he was probably in his late twenties. He was understanding to an extent that the boys had to let off steam and any jacking off in the shower was looked at like a natural thing. He got upset though when Joe and John jacked off each other. But so much dick brought out the willies in the boys, and all those hardons and such made you want to at least touch. Holding on to a hardon was like holding a wand in your hand, it was power beyond power, it ran right through you. Maybe, I thought, that's why Sarah liked to get me hard and jack me off. I tried one, not because I set out to try one, but because the guy behind the hardon in my hand told me 'suck me off dick head'. The Army teaches you a lot of things, sucking cock is just one of them.
I got stationed in Germany and then Korea, did my four years as a clerk typist, funny thing for a ranch hand, my hands were really too big for the keys, but that was my assignment. Both of my stations were pretty much eight to five, and we had a lot of time to jack off. Some of it was competitive, you jack me off and I'll jack you off. Some of it was one sided, 'jack me off dick head'. Man it was good stuff. I would guess that over the four years I jacked off at least a couple of dozen cocks. and sucked off another dozen. When I was discharged I could type sixty words a minute and jack off John and suck Joe at the same time.
After being discharged I moved to Denver, a nice place at that time. I got a job at this outfit that had several outlets all over the state for the Ranch and Farm bunch. Lot's of swinging dicks, I'll say that. Lot's of swinging dicks. And I jacked off a few and sucked another bunch. Old boys too, in jeans and beat up boots, they wanted their hardon jerked or sucked. And I got along fine, pretty popular with that kind of man.
I got my lights put out in that job. Held down by a big old boy, and fucked till I had tears in my eyes. I was strictly a jack off man, and here I was getting my ass tore open and loving every minute of it. Now Sarah use to complain that it all got over before she had fun. I know the feeling, by the time I was having fun, the dope came and went leaving with nothing but a wet asshole to deal with. It comes with the territory Sarah use to tell me, every girl's complaint. Well damn if it didn't come with the territory when you do the cock sucking and get your ass bent over. It's all about them. Your only relief came when you were alone and you took your cock for run in your hand.
Well so much for the rural folk and how we handled things on the ranch. Sarah married an insurance salesman, and I got along fine with Jake, my best friend who drove a Semi. To each his own, or her own. But when it's time for us to be alone and Sarah want's to complain, she tells me that Insurance guys are all talk and no action. I won't say that is an excuse or anything like that, but action means she wants to be engaged like we used to. She doesn't want to believe me when I tell her she is the only woman I've fucked.
