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When I Was A Kid
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Gay Male / 74
I'm Just Remembering Those Days At The Lake With Victor
When I lived at home my parents had a lake cabin, in the woods. The cabin was old, built in the twenties. We went a few times in the summer, but my mother didn't like it because it was without the modern conveniences, light and plumbing. But as boys we were in our element. At the cabin a man lived in a shed a bit separated from it, and he was both caretaker and watchman. Not that there was anything worth watching over. My father let him live there after he found him there. A transient, but my father told him to stay and paid him a little. His name was Victor, from old Europe. My father guessed he was a refugee from the war, but we didn't know much about him.
Anyway, Victor would kiss me. I mean, kiss me. He would take me inside the shed and take my pants off and kiss my dick and put his dick in my mouth. Victor didn't take no for an answer. I did what he said because I wanted to. I still have visions of holding his dick in both hands and kissing it, meaning I put it in my mouth and sucked and slobbered all over it. I went to the lake because I wanted to go see Victor.
I was fourteen the year that Victor took my virginity. He had may lay on his cot and he got on top of me. I guess I had tears in my eyes. After that whenever I saw Victor he had sex with me. In 1969 Victor died in the winter. Because he lived out there on the lake in the shed no one found him for a couple of months. My father had him buried up on the hill on the edge of the property, and we had to go for his internment. I was quiet. I new instinctively that an era had past and that I would miss Victor.
I have deep memories of Victor. I always remember him, when I am alone thinking of those days, I remember Victor. I am remembering him now, and I don't know what triggered it. I guess I was remembering how much I liked being with him. He had strong hands and his kisses were wet and wonderful. No other man has ever kissed me like Victor did. And, how can I forget that Victor is the man who first had sex with me. No other man has sex like Victor did.
Anyway, Victor would kiss me. I mean, kiss me. He would take me inside the shed and take my pants off and kiss my dick and put his dick in my mouth. Victor didn't take no for an answer. I did what he said because I wanted to. I still have visions of holding his dick in both hands and kissing it, meaning I put it in my mouth and sucked and slobbered all over it. I went to the lake because I wanted to go see Victor.
I was fourteen the year that Victor took my virginity. He had may lay on his cot and he got on top of me. I guess I had tears in my eyes. After that whenever I saw Victor he had sex with me. In 1969 Victor died in the winter. Because he lived out there on the lake in the shed no one found him for a couple of months. My father had him buried up on the hill on the edge of the property, and we had to go for his internment. I was quiet. I new instinctively that an era had past and that I would miss Victor.
I have deep memories of Victor. I always remember him, when I am alone thinking of those days, I remember Victor. I am remembering him now, and I don't know what triggered it. I guess I was remembering how much I liked being with him. He had strong hands and his kisses were wet and wonderful. No other man has ever kissed me like Victor did. And, how can I forget that Victor is the man who first had sex with me. No other man has sex like Victor did.
