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When I Was A Kid
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Gay Male / 68
I'm Back Living In The Old House I Grew Up In
I grew up in a blue collar refinery neighborhood. My father was a pipe fitter. As kids we played baseball and a lot of kids left home to go into the service. I was eleven and curious and I followed this kitten across the backyard of a neighbor. I saw the old man in his living room kissing another man on the mouth and they both were holding each other's dicks. I watched while they got undressed and the visitor gave the old man a blowjob, before bending over against the sofa. I saw it all, the old man give him sex that way and after pulling out the other man wiping his dick for him.
That night I had my first wet dreams.
The old man had this same man over, they sometimes worked on some outside project like the drain spout, or changing something on the pick up. That one time the curtains were open, most of the time they kept the curtains closed. But if I sneaked up against the window I could see through the fold while they had sex and kissed naked.
I outgrew the peeping Tom stuff but not the desire to watch men. I paid a lot of attention to men and I could spot the ones that got it on with other men. I was fifteen and I hung around the truck shop down the street of the house asking the 'grease monkey' to show me how to do things. He did, the old fashioned way, in the closet with my pants down. I went home sore and wet with a smile on my face. I sucked that man's cock from then on all the way through high school.
I left for the service and was stationed in Korea. I had an important job, I was a cook in the service men's mess hall. The cook was to us an old guy, a sergeant. He had a 'big cock' and I sucked him and he fucked me. Maybe that's why my station in Korea was with the mess hall.
I'm back living in the old neighborhood. It's changed, some of the old houses have been replaced with new ones, my folks' old house needs a lot of repairs. The old man down the street left us and some couple moved in there. My friend Archie comes over to help me and sometimes, not always, behind the pulled curtains we kiss naked before getting down to business. I swear that I can see a kid watching, but Archie thinks I'm crazy.
That night I had my first wet dreams.
The old man had this same man over, they sometimes worked on some outside project like the drain spout, or changing something on the pick up. That one time the curtains were open, most of the time they kept the curtains closed. But if I sneaked up against the window I could see through the fold while they had sex and kissed naked.
I outgrew the peeping Tom stuff but not the desire to watch men. I paid a lot of attention to men and I could spot the ones that got it on with other men. I was fifteen and I hung around the truck shop down the street of the house asking the 'grease monkey' to show me how to do things. He did, the old fashioned way, in the closet with my pants down. I went home sore and wet with a smile on my face. I sucked that man's cock from then on all the way through high school.
I left for the service and was stationed in Korea. I had an important job, I was a cook in the service men's mess hall. The cook was to us an old guy, a sergeant. He had a 'big cock' and I sucked him and he fucked me. Maybe that's why my station in Korea was with the mess hall.
I'm back living in the old neighborhood. It's changed, some of the old houses have been replaced with new ones, my folks' old house needs a lot of repairs. The old man down the street left us and some couple moved in there. My friend Archie comes over to help me and sometimes, not always, behind the pulled curtains we kiss naked before getting down to business. I swear that I can see a kid watching, but Archie thinks I'm crazy.
