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A Village Boy And A Village Man's Life In The Shadows
I'm in my golden years, retired from a life I never wanted. I was one of six children in an average family in an average time. One year my parents had problems, and we were shipped off to a boarding school so they could work on their problems. I was in a large room with eight beds, all boys who came from problem families. Fourth grade is not where you expect learn about sexuality, but one boy wanted me sucking on his member and would hump me trying to get his member in me. All the other boys in the room kept quiet. I suppose today we would call him a bully.
One afternoon I was called into the office of the headmaster for the lower school. He hugged me and asked me if everything was all right. When I left he patted my bottom and kissed me on the forehead. I readily admit that his arm around me and his hand was strong and warm and the next time he put his arm around me I hugged into him. He had me help him in the afternoon before dinner. He stood me beside him at his desk helping him sort papers, rubbing my bottom. On one of those afternoons I stood with my legs a little open and he grabbed my member and used his thumb and forefinger. He continued until I had a dry orgasm, after which he held me and kissed me. His mouth was moist and warm and his lips so smooth. It wasn't long really until he humped me, and he was successful and gained full penetration. But what I remember the most was being hugged and kissed and his hand on my bottom.
So it was with me, All the way up to secondary school and on into the world. I gravitated to men who liked me and loved to be hugged and kissed and I loved penetration. Being held in their strong arms and feeling them gain penetration was what I searched for, it is what I wanted.
I had a second cousin, Blair, who wasn't the most attractive. I was thirty and she was nineteen and my mother pressured her for me. You need a wife, she told me, and she certainly needs a husband. That's why we married. Second cousins were never a problem, for that matter in our village there were a lot of families with common grandmothers. Being married took responsibilities, I worked at the power company in the transportation pool. I longed for those days when I was held by a man, but I couldn't risk it. Although amongst the drivers I was well aware that some preferred men than women. We were friends, but carefully avoided getting together.
My wife was a simple woman, not bright by any measure. She held her end up as a wife and mother, but she would never have been able to make it, unless being a kitchen maid. As time went on I developed alternate ways to deal with my problem. I read this paper that was around the warehouse, on the back page were advertisements. One of them promised to send you magazines, of body builders, and work men. Some had pants others didn't. I learned from those magazines and their advertisements which ones had pictures of young men together. As was the custom the mail came in, in my case to a pseudo identity, in thick brown paper. I collected my magazines and spent hours enjoying the content. I masturbated constantly. When I was off with my thing, my coworkers didn't bother. To each their own, some drank, others smoked, some walked in neighborhoods that had a reputation.
One day, now I was the older man, the Papa figure, I put my arm around a young man because I wanted to. He didn't pull away, quite the contrary he put his arm around my waste and let me kiss him. It wasn't long before I had him held tight seeking penetration, and he loved to be held like that and we were soon lovers. I loved the kissing and strong erection he made. I loved holding him against me and pairing with him. Release, when we were one, was so much better than alone in the closet with my magazines.
Blair my wife is oblivious, retired now I walk down to the gathering place in the park, and wait for a young man who wants a father figure. I have a place where I can go on campaign with him. Sometimes we have to wait for a gentlemen to finish with his campaign fellow, before taking our turn in the shadows. Someone, I won't say who, makes sure that the light over that part of the park, is broken.
One afternoon I was called into the office of the headmaster for the lower school. He hugged me and asked me if everything was all right. When I left he patted my bottom and kissed me on the forehead. I readily admit that his arm around me and his hand was strong and warm and the next time he put his arm around me I hugged into him. He had me help him in the afternoon before dinner. He stood me beside him at his desk helping him sort papers, rubbing my bottom. On one of those afternoons I stood with my legs a little open and he grabbed my member and used his thumb and forefinger. He continued until I had a dry orgasm, after which he held me and kissed me. His mouth was moist and warm and his lips so smooth. It wasn't long really until he humped me, and he was successful and gained full penetration. But what I remember the most was being hugged and kissed and his hand on my bottom.
So it was with me, All the way up to secondary school and on into the world. I gravitated to men who liked me and loved to be hugged and kissed and I loved penetration. Being held in their strong arms and feeling them gain penetration was what I searched for, it is what I wanted.
I had a second cousin, Blair, who wasn't the most attractive. I was thirty and she was nineteen and my mother pressured her for me. You need a wife, she told me, and she certainly needs a husband. That's why we married. Second cousins were never a problem, for that matter in our village there were a lot of families with common grandmothers. Being married took responsibilities, I worked at the power company in the transportation pool. I longed for those days when I was held by a man, but I couldn't risk it. Although amongst the drivers I was well aware that some preferred men than women. We were friends, but carefully avoided getting together.
My wife was a simple woman, not bright by any measure. She held her end up as a wife and mother, but she would never have been able to make it, unless being a kitchen maid. As time went on I developed alternate ways to deal with my problem. I read this paper that was around the warehouse, on the back page were advertisements. One of them promised to send you magazines, of body builders, and work men. Some had pants others didn't. I learned from those magazines and their advertisements which ones had pictures of young men together. As was the custom the mail came in, in my case to a pseudo identity, in thick brown paper. I collected my magazines and spent hours enjoying the content. I masturbated constantly. When I was off with my thing, my coworkers didn't bother. To each their own, some drank, others smoked, some walked in neighborhoods that had a reputation.
One day, now I was the older man, the Papa figure, I put my arm around a young man because I wanted to. He didn't pull away, quite the contrary he put his arm around my waste and let me kiss him. It wasn't long before I had him held tight seeking penetration, and he loved to be held like that and we were soon lovers. I loved the kissing and strong erection he made. I loved holding him against me and pairing with him. Release, when we were one, was so much better than alone in the closet with my magazines.
Blair my wife is oblivious, retired now I walk down to the gathering place in the park, and wait for a young man who wants a father figure. I have a place where I can go on campaign with him. Sometimes we have to wait for a gentlemen to finish with his campaign fellow, before taking our turn in the shadows. Someone, I won't say who, makes sure that the light over that part of the park, is broken.
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