I Was Always, From The Very Beginning, Ready, Willing And Able

I had to walk home from school after practice. The walk was either along the main drag, without sidewalks and businesses and strip shopping centers, or a walk across the park, to the other side then down a couple of back streets. I alternated, but I preferred the walk through the park. That afternoon I came across a man masturbating. He looked at me and I stopped to watch him, he offered me his dick but I declined, I just watched him finish masturbating. He told me to come over to him, he wanted to kiss me. He took me behind the bushes, where he had his campout, he kissed me and unzipped my pants and played with my dick and sucked me.

I let him fuck me. I went home, feeling funny from being fucked, but also creating scenarios in my mind if my mother asked any questions. My mother just said high, and why was I later than usual. The man in the park had moved on and I didn't see him again. But as I grew older I had this desire that got stronger and stronger. In the park was a restroom, not close to where I walked, but I went there. A bum walked in and I walked in and stood beside him. I asked him if I could suck him. He fucked me in the stall later. From then on I was always looking for a man to suck or fuck me. The movie theatre was one place where men went, and there was this bookstore near the rail depot, where men went looking for high school kids like me. I kept busy.

At the bookstore the owner showed me this book, it was full of illustrations, of sailors and soldiers, and of bricklayers with hard hats and young guys in their arms, being kissed and fucked. He said he thought I would like it and he 'loaned' it to me. I still have the book, and look at it often.

After high school I went into the Air Force to avoid being drafted, bummed around in Thailand and Manila, lived on the west coast near the base in San Diego, and basically sucked and fucked my way through life, with my handy book always with me. In the Air Force I had been taught how to maintain and build radios, and that's what I worked at, I could always find a job wherever I happened to be looking for one.

I turned 77, and I'm still active with men that I meet here and there and on the internet. I enjoy a younger man, say around sixty five, who can still hold a boner. I'm in good health and live on SS and some savings, in a small trailer in Florida. The park I live in has a lot of single men in it, so there is always a card game or dominos. And from time to time a nightcap, a boner to kiss and make love to.