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Authors note:� For some time now, I have been in communication with a reader.� He told me that he identified with my Johnny Butt-Fuck stories.� Not the action per se, but the character, a promiscuous butt-boy who'd spread his cheeks for all comers.� Naturally I was curious about all that and we began corresponding, with him relating several incidents from when he was a boy.� The following was patched from numerous e-mails and put into a coherent story that "Randy" says is pretty accurate.� You have Randy to thank for sharing his story. - Uncle Reamum

A note from Randy:� Lest you think I'm a faggot before finishing the story, perhaps I am.� But actually I'm bisexual.� I'm married in a lifelong polygamous relationship with two special women and a very special guy and have several kids, as well as several nephews and nieces, some of whom are actually my kids. I'm also now a grandpa and a great grandpa.� That said, I'm not, or rather we're not swingers, but somewhat monogamous in a polygamous manner. To me, sex has been fun, pleasurable and a guilt free aspect of life.

Back in the summer of 1962, I was eleven years old.� I was big for my age, husky, but not fat... an early bloomer. It was then that I had my first experiences with sex, actually sex with men. In fact, I had a lot of sex with several men that summer.

I had gone to Scout Camp for the first time during the last week of June.� I had a blast and looked forward to more Scouting adventures with my troop in the coming year.� When my dad picked me up at the end of camp he told me that after the 4th of July holiday, he had to go to his company's headquarters for a few weeks for a special project.� Seeing that my mom had been killed in an auto accident two years before, and with no one to look after me for that long, he decided to take me along.

As usual, his company paid him for mileage on his car and gave him a generous per diem for a hotel room and meals. The per diem would have covered a nice hotel and some nice restaurants, but Dad was a very fugal man.� I'd been with him a time or two on similar, but much shorter trips to the company headquarters over the previous two years and he always stayed at the huge downtown YMCA.� He did this for two reasons, first and foremost, he was cheap, and second, he was on the advisory board of our local YMCA and he truly believed in the tenants and mission of the Y.�

I wasn't exactly looking forward to spending several weeks at the Y,� but then again I could swim all day in the huge indoor pool at this Y.� My best buddy was going on vacation with his family, so this prospect was better than just hanging around the house all day watching afternoon shows on our snowy black and white TV with its not so occasional rolling pictures.�

I had learned to swim at our local Y several years before and I swam there often with my dad.� Like all YMCAs in the early sixties, it was strictly for males only; the ladies had their own YWCA.� Swimming at the Y, if it had an indoor pool,� was always in the nude.� This was for old-school hygienic reasons.� Everyone was required to thoroughly shower before entering the pool.� This was to wash away sweat, body oils, dirt and fecal material, and therefore to keep the pool water pristine and crystal clear without the heavy use of chlorine. Swimming in the nude at the Y wasn't a big deal to me or to anyone else; it's just what you did.

We arrived at the big Y on a Sunday evening and checked into one of the semi-private rooms.� These rooms were Spartan, immaculately clean and cost very little. Each room had a bare tile floor, two twin beds, a desk and chair.� As the guy in the other bed may be a total stranger, it also had two lockers to lockup your personal belongings.

There were several "residential" floors and our floor was typical.� At each end of the residential hall was a common bath.� They too were Spartan and immaculately clean.� A couple of urinals, a couple of toilet stalls, a few sinks with a narrow shelf below the mirror and an open shower with three shower heads.� There was always a cart full of clean towels, as well as a hamper for dirty towels, but there wasn't any room or provision to hang clothes in the bath; so the practice was to undress in your room and take only a towel when you showered.� Some men modestly wrapped the towel around them to and from their rooms.� But most simply carried a towel in their hand.� A few never bothered with a towel at all. There were lots of swinging dicks on parade in those residential hallways.� My dad was one of those who simply carried his towel to the shower and I followed suit. At any time of the day or night you might see some naked guy walking down the hallway on his way to and from the shower; many times there were lots of naked men in the hallway, but most of time there wasn't anyone at all, dressed or naked.

Across the street from the Y was a cafeteria where we ate every lunch and dinner.� Dad prepaid for the week, so all I had to do at lunch was select what I wanted and then the amount was deducted from his tab.� The best thing about the cafeteria was the variety and quality of the food.� It was a good place to eat!� I was particularly fond of the yeast rolls and the freshly made pies.� He made a similar arrangement with a small greasy-spoon diner down the street where I could get breakfast and just sign for it.�

On weekday mornings, Dad would get up, shit, shower, shave and then dress for work, leaving me to fend for myself.� The pool wasn't always available during the morning, as they conducted swimming lessons. They closed off half of the pool for swimming lessons and the remainder was reserved for adult lap swimming.� But once swimming lessons were over, I had free use of the pool, but not before I was certified as a strong swimmer, which I was.

So after Dad left for work, I'd get up, get dressed and go have breakfast.� Then I'd come back to the room, read for a while until my meal settled and the swimming lessons were over.� Then I'd go back downstairs and into the changing room, where I showered and then went swimming for a couple of hours.�

Now, this Y was built back in the twenties or thirties, so there weren't any personal lockers in the changing room.� You took your clothes and valuables up to a window where a man would place them in a wire basket and then store them for you until you finished swimming or working out in the gym.�

The man who ran the "locker room" in the mornings was a very talkative guy who always had a joke.� Naked, I'd bring my clothes up to the window and he'd strike up a conversation.� He was one of those talkers whom it was hard to get away from once he started.� So I'd stand there nude while he pontificated, telling me all sorts of stories, cracking a few jokes and asking me all sorts of questions.� He was very friendly and I soon learned that his name was Kipper and that he was in the Merchant Marine; he was staying at the Y while waiting to get his next ship.� He had all sorts of interesting stories about life at sea and far away exotic places, so I'd stand there and listen; listen while he spun tales and his eyes roamed all over me.

In the afternoon there was another man working the "locker room".� He wasn't nearly as friendly as Kipper and didn't engage me in conversations while I stood naked before him, but he looked too.� From Kipper, I learned that this man's name was Popeye, and that he too was in the Merchant Marine and was a shipmate of Kipper's. He looked like Popeye the Sailor Man too with his prominent jutting chin, but with a massive hairy body, he looked more like Bluto.

I also soon realized that Kipper and Popeye both had rooms at the Y on the same floor as my dad and me.� I saw them every day, not only at the locker room, but in the lobby or reading room and also in the resident hall; sometimes dressed, sometimes not.

I had been there for a few days and every day I went swimming both in the morning and afternoon.� So I'm standing there in all my glory listening to Kipper when he tells me, "Turn around, Randy."�

Turning my back to him he said, "Now, hold it right there."�

I stood and waited.� Then he exclaims, "Nice� butt!"�

I knew I had been had, but Kipper was laughing and I laughed with him.� He did the same thing after my swim when I was collecting my clothes. I modeled my bare ass for him to ogle and laughed with him about it.

Later that day, after I had eaten lunch, I ran into Kipper in the main lobby.� Naturally he started a conversation, and during that conversation I revealed to him that as much as I loved swimming, swimming alone got kind of boring.�

He says, "How about if I go swimming with you this afternoon?"�

That sounded fine with me.� Then he asked me if I played checkers and if I would like to play a few games. Suddenly my afternoon looked brighter.

After checkers, he suggested that we shoot some hoops.� After several games of "Horse", he suggested that we then go swimming.� Into the changing room we went, undressed into our birthday suits, showered together and then naked, we hit the pool.� I had a blast that afternoon playing games with Kipper, including butt-tag in the pool.� It was the best time all week I'd had so far and when it was over, I had a friend to hang out with in the afternoons.�

He made his move early the following week.� After lunch, we played checkers and then played basketball working up a bit of a sweat.� After returning the ball to the equipment manager he says to me, "Randy, I have something special to show you."

"What is it?" I asked.

"You'll see.� It's up in my room."�

That previous weekend he had shown me and my dad a very ornate knife he'd acquired in the Middle East, so I was interested to see what else he might have.� So, we went upstairs.

Upstairs, I was all ready to see what treasure he wanted to show me.� He unlocked his door and then turned to me and said, "You know, Randy, I'm really feeling sticky.� Let's shower first.� Meet you in the shower."�

He then stepped into his room and sent me to my room to undress.� I'd already showered with him several times now and been with him naked in the pool, so I thought nothing of it.� I went to my room, undressed and reported to the residents' shower where Kipper was waiting for me.�

Things started off normal enough with us each taking a separate shower head.� But not for long.� He moved into my space and offered to wash my back.� I turned away and felt his soapy hands on my shoulders and back.� He worked lower until he was washing my ass.� I suppose I could have moved away and that would have been all there was to it, but I didn't, I let him feel me up.

I did jump and pull away when his hand slipped in between my ass cheeks. "Be still," he said.� I stood still and let him wash me very intimately.

You might think that it would be rather dangerous to be in an open shower where anyone could see you molesting some kid, but in the mid afternoon, the resident hall was but deserted.

Even when he reached far between my cheeks and grazed my testicles, I didn't object.�� He turned me around and brazenly took my cock into his soapy hand.� This was perhaps too far, but he quit after just a few moments.� Then he asked me to wash his back and turned away.�

What was I supposed to do?� Get the heck out of there was one option, but it's not the option I took.� With soap in hand I washed his hairy muscular back and then his buttocks, but I didn't go deep.� He looked over his shoulders when I stopped and said, "Go on, get in there and wash my asshole for me."� Well, if that's what he wanted...

With his anus now squeaky clean, thanks to me, he says, "Let's take this to my room."

I shouldn't have gone into his room naked with him, but I did.� He closed the door and locked it.� Turning to me he asked, "Are you okay with this?"� Well, I was there and suspecting the obvious, but not really knowing, I nodded.�

Sitting on his bed stark naked, he said, "Then come sit with me."� I� sat next to him and as soon as I did his hand was on my bare thigh.� It didn't stay low on my thigh for long.

Like all boys and men, I'd played with myself quite often. But, it never felt this good before.� With no objections coming from me as he fondled me, he told me to lie back.� I did with my feet on the floor and let him do whatever he wanted.� This was all wrong, I knew, very wrong and immoral, but I didn't care.� It just felt too good to be bad.� Besides, who but Kipper and I would know? God?� Maybe, but I figured he had better things to do than watch me 24/7.

He rearranged me on the twin bed and lay beside me, placing my hand on his adult cock.� It felt so wonderful and so different than my own dick and for a good thirty minutes we just felt each other up.� Kipper sat up and asked me if I'd ever had a blowjob before.� I knew what the term meant, even if I'd never experienced it before and answered him with a shake of my head.�

"A virgin?" he asked.� I didn't answer.�

He bent forward and took my dick into his mouth.� Oh, wow!� It was incredible!� Dirty as all hell, but it felt incredibly good nonetheless.�

It didn't take him long to get me squirming on the bed as my orgasm built.� And when it came, it came on with blinding intensity.� Beating off at night never felt that intense!� I had just begun having wet emissions, but I didn't realize until much later that I had cum in his mouth.

I was still gasping for breath and my eyes were shut tight, when I still felt him moving over me. My eyes fluttered open and there it was, just inches from my face.� At that close range his cock looked enormous, even though he was just average in size for a man.� I knew he wasn't huge, as I had seen many a man's cock before, some truly spectacular, and some so monstrous as to be grotesque. The mushroom shaped head got bigger and bigger as he slowly lowered it until it touched my lips.� He gently bumped me a few times and I parted my lips, letting him slide his cock into my mouth.

With his dick in my mouth, I really had no idea what to do next.� Instinctively I knew not to scrape him with my teeth, but other than that...

No matter, Kipper knew what to do and began moving his hips, sliding his cock in and out between my lips. It was my first blowjob and I know it wasn't a very good blowjob.� Still, Kipper didn't object, he simply fucked my mouth, doing all the work except when my tongue would tentatively explore the hard fleshy tube occupying my mouth.� I do know that I liked the feel of it, the feel of that cock in my mouth. It was a feeling I quickly grew to love.� A feeling I still love, despite a lifelong marriage and having several children.

I had just begun ejaculating a week or so before Scout Camp, so it wasn't a complete surprise when he came in my mouth.� I felt his cock tube pulse on my tongue and felt the warm slimy nut sauce shoot into my mouth.� What it was wasn't a surprise, but the fact he did that in my mouth was a surprise. He pulled out for the second pulse and hosed my face down.� I was so shocked by being creamed like that I guess my mouth was still wide open, as he slid his spouting cock back in my mouth to finish off.� He stayed planted in my mouth until he began to soften.� Reflexively, I swallowed the goo, certain that in the next moment I would be sick.� The queasiness passed and I didn't get sick.� He slipped the now limp organ from my lips.

"You sure you haven't given a blowjob before?" he asked once again lying next to me. I shook my head, 'no', my face still streaked with cum.�

"Could have fooled me," he replied scooping up a glob from my cheeks.� "Most kids don't swallow the first time."

He then stuck his cum laden finger into my mouth. "You like to suck cum?" I didn't know what to say and remained silent as he scooped up a little more semen from my face and pushed it into my mouth. It tasted funny to be sure, but it didn't taste bad.� He scooped up a little more.� Rather than being grossed out, I actively sucked the cum off his finger.�

"I do believe I have a keeper," he said with a chuckle as he fed me yet another, but much smaller finger load.

For the next two hours we lay about in his room naked, sucking each other over and over again.� He got� me up at least three more times and sucked me to completion every time.� I got him up twice and did the same, thrilled as I felt him pulsating in my mouth. I stayed and engaged sexually with Kipper until I saw that it was almost time for my dad to come back from work.� Only then did I leave.

Kipper opened his door and checked the hallway.� It was clear and I slipped out with my towel in hand, wearing only my room key on a chain around my neck.� No sooner had Kipper closed his door, a man carrying a duffel bag exited the lift.� I think he was surprised to see a naked boy alone in the hallway, but he said nothing, smiled and just looked.

All in all, my first experience with man-boy sex had been very positive.� I really can't think of how it might have been better.� I liked Kipper, liked him a lot and I liked what we did together, indeed it was a lesson well learned. Looking back, I consider myself very lucky that Kipper was as genuinely nice as he was and how he treated me.��

The following morning I went for a swim.� Swimming lessons had ended that week, so the pool and changing room were all but deserted.� I took my clothes to the "locker room" window where Kipper greeted me with, "Let's see that butt."� I turned for him to get a good look.�

"You really do have a fine ass, you know.� The kind of ass that gives men like me a hard-on."� I laughed at his audacious statement, turned around and handed him my clothes.�

"Play with yourself," he then says.� I looked around and saw that no one was around.

I felt very much the bad boy standing there in the open playing with myself for Kipper's entertainment.� He laughed and said, "Good boy."� I stopped flogging, but now I had an erection.�

"Nice woodie!" exclaimed Kipper with a laugh.

Feeling embarrassed, I turned to head for the pool.� "Wait a minute, Randy!" he called out.�

I stepped back up to the window.� "This afternoon, do you want to play checkers, shoot some hoops and then mess around with me, or would you rather mess around first and then go swimming?"� He wasn't asking if I wanted to suck dicks, just when.

"I, um, I dunno.� Let's play checkers."

"You got it, buddy!� Looking forward to it."

I walked away with my erection bobbing, stopped and looked back momentarily.� Kipper was still at the window watching me, so I wiggled my butt at him, then reached back and opened my cheeks briefly. �I was just being sassy; it never occurred to me that I was perhaps sending the wrong signals to him.�

As I played around in the pool, I thought about "messing around" and what he said about my ass.� Like I said, I was a husky kid, not fat, just rather muscular.� My friends at school and in my Scout troop kidded me about my big butt.� For the first time, rather than being self-conscious about my bubble butt, I was rather proud of it.� As for "messing around" with Kipper today, I hadn't thought about anything else since the day before.�

That afternoon, I met Kipper.� We had lunch together at the cafeteria across the street and played checkers. We didn't shoot hoops.� After a few games of checkers, Kipper said, "Let's go upstairs."� I grinned at him, raked all the pieces into the box and put away the game.

Upstairs we showered together, even though neither of us really needed it; it was just a chance to play.� I let Kipper do whatever he wanted as he washed me, especially when it came to him washing my ass, in fact I rather enjoyed him rubbing on my asshole.�

"Do you like this, Randy?" he asked. I nodded my approval.

"Spread your ass for me like you did this morning."

I pulled my buttocks apart and when his finger went up inside me, I jumped.� I truly wasn't expecting that, but now that it was done, I couldn't dislodge him.� And as he had me pressed up against the title wall, I couldn't move away.� This was really nasty, but what could I do?� Besides, after the initial surprise, it kind of felt good, nasty good.

"Do you like this, Randy?" he asked again jabbing me.� I don't think I answered one way or the other, not that it stopped him.

After finger fucking me for a minute or so, he pulled his finger from my rectum and washed my anus once again.�

"Come on, Randy.� Let's go to my room and we'll finish this."�

I don't think I knew what he meant by "finish this", I was after all, just eleven and naive.� If I'd known what was actually in store for me, maybe I wouldn't gone to his room, but I did.�

He started out innocently enough, by sucking my dick and then I sucked him, if that can be considered innocent.� This is what I wanted to do, suck and be sucked, and I embraced it wholly.� But then he put me on his bed with my ass hiked into the air, my room key dangling from my neck.� I felt his big hands open me up and then felt the wet tongue on my asshole.� This was way nasty!� But it also felt� good, good and nasty.� He stopped rimming me and went to his locker.� I stayed put just as he told me to.�

Soon he was back and rubbing Vaseline on and into my hole.� I swear, I still didn't know what was about to happen, even when I felt the broad head of his cock pressing up against me, I simply had no idea.� It wasn't until I felt his thumbs stretching my hole open, that I got the idea.� It was way too late by then to do anything other than get cornholed.

Gaining purchase, he forced his dick into me.� It really didn't hurt, it just felt uncomfortable. Little by little, he shoved more and more of his dick up my ass.� Never once did I protest this violation. He pulled back a little and pushed back in.� Still no protest from me.�

He pulled back again and then slammed it home.� That crossed my eyes and I grunted, as if the wind had been knocked out of me. The fucking now really began as he began pumping into me.� All I could do was grip the bed covers in my hand and grunt as my virgin ass was soundly sodomized.�

If I didn't know what the side effect of blowing Kipper to completion was, I soon found out, as he fucked and fucked and fucked me.� The butt fucking went on and on for what seemed liked hours, but I know that it was only fifteen minutes, twenty at the most.� Still, for a first time butt screwing, it was a long time.�

When he was finally done and had cum up my butt, I was wasted and collapsed into a sweaty heap upon his bed. As I lay there exhausted, I heard him unlock his door and leave the room.� He was gone for a few minutes and by that time I was more or less functional again.� Sore to be sure, but functional.

Kipper helped me to sit up.� "Are you okay, Randy?" he asked seeing my dazed, slack jawed expression.

"I guess," I answered.�

"You sure you've never done this before?"

"No.� No, I haven't."

"Shit, maybe I should have been a little easier on you, but you seemed to be enjoying it.� Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Enjoy butt fucking."

"I guess."

"You guess?� Either you liked it or you didn't.� Now, which was it?"

"Yeah, I liked it," I admitted.� "I'm kind of sore though."

"I bet you are," he laughed.� "Don't worry, it'll be better next time."

"Oh, okay..."

"Tell you what, Randy.� How about if you suck my dick again and get me hard.� Then maybe we can massage away some of that soreness."�

I wasn't so sure how sucking his dick would "massage away some of that soreness", and besides...

"I just washed my dick," he reassured me before pressing it in my face. "Now open up..."

When he was hard again, I found out what he really meant by massaging away the soreness.

"Lie back on the bed," Kipper instructed.� I lay back. "Now grab your legs behind your knees."� I did and then waited.� I didn't see him grease up his pecker the first time, so I wasn't alarmed when he did just that and in plain view.

"You ready for that massage?" he asked.

Suddenly it dawned on me what was about to happen, but it was too late, he had me by the ankles and put his cock to my abused hole.� I don't know if I said, "No," or "Don't", or anything else, but if I did, he ignored it and ran his stiff prick back up my loose ass for my second ass fucking.

I watched in fascinated dismay as his big adult pecker slid in and out of my bowls. Once he had a steady rhythm going, he tells me, "Play with yourself.� Beat your meat."�

I did as he told me and began flogging my dick while he sodomized me.� "That's it, Randy, whip that lizard."

Suddenly it hit me like a steam locomotive.� My eyes rolled back into my head and everything went blurry as my body was consumed with an intense orgasm. I squirted my junk all the way up into my own face, across my chest and across my tummy.� It was the most cum I'd ejaculated to date, and it left me exhausted with aching balls.

Once I'd gotten my rocks off, Kipper pulled out of me.� Next thing I know and he's asking me if I enjoyed it.� Hell, yes, I enjoyed it, even though I was now really sore.� He laughed and told me that we would do more of that, but not that day and if I wanted to go swimming now.� Swimming?�

"Better get you cleaned up first," he said as he pulled me to my feet.� He checked to see if anyone was in the hallway and then dragged me back to shower to clean me up.

Back in his room, we dressed and then went downstairs to the pool.� We undressed in the changing room and Kipper dragged me back into the shower, more for show than anything else.� At the "locker room" window, Popeye waited on us.�

So we're standing there, Kipper in back of me, facing Popeye as he checks me out.� Kipper reaches around and slides his hand down to my dick and openly fondles me.�

Grinning, Popeye says to me, "Well, my boy, I see you've found a friend to play with you."� Kipper only molested me for a moment, but the damage was done.�

Away from the "locker room" window I demanded, "Why did you do that in front of him?"

"Popeye and I don't have any secrets from each other.� He knows you sucked my dick yesterday and he knew that I planned on doing your ass today.� It was just a signal to him that you let me.�

"Don't worry, he won't tell anyone who shouldn't know."

I had a sudden flash of insight.� "Who else knows?" I asked.

Kipper looked at me with a wry smile and answered, "Just Cookie."�

Cookie, as I knew, was Popeye's roommate at the Y and along with Popeye, was a shipmate of Kipper.� Cookie ran the laundry at the Y, doing towels and sheets, and for a for a few bucks on the side, general laundry for the residents.� He was called Cookie, not because he was a ship's cook, but because his last name was Cook.� I'd seen him several times with Popeye and/or Kipper and knew who he was without ever really meeting him.

I was angry with Kipper, but it didn't last once we got in the water and began playing around. Besides, he had a way about him and I couldn't stay mad at him for long. He was fun to be with and fun to play with, even if that meant doing things that I knew my dad wouldn't approve of.� It was forbidden play, and maybe that's what I found so appealing, just as long as Dad, or anyone else, never found out.

I was just sitting around in our room, reading the latest edition of Mad Magazine, when my dad came in from work.� He asked about my day and I told him, not about the sex, but about playing checkers and going swimming with Kipper.

"He hasn't touched you, has he?" my dad asked.

"No, sir," I replied and then acting dumb I added, "Why?"

"Well, sometimes men act friendly with boys when all they really want is to get them naked and, uh,� mess with them, uh, sexually."

"We have to get naked to swim here, Dad," I said with a feigned perplexed look.

"Of course.� It's just that... you know what I mean.� Just be careful.� I can't watch out for you when I'm not here and I have to trust that you'll look out for yourself."

"Sure, Dad.� You don't have to worry."

"Good.�

"Now, how about if we go to a movie tonight?"

"Can we?!"

"You bet, buddy.� Now, let's go downstairs, see what's playing and get something to eat." We saw "Dr. No" that night, the first of the James Bond movies.�

In the morning, having nothing better to do, I went for a swim and maybe hangout talking with Kipper.� I placed my clothes on the window counter of the "locker room" and waited.� Presently Kipper comes out from behind the wall of shelves where the property baskets were kept.� "Good morning, Randy!" he greeted jovially.�

He looked left and right and certain that he wouldn't be overheard, tells me to turn around.� I turn, giving him a look at my butt.� "Mighty fine!" he exclaimed.� "Finest butt around here.�

"Speaking of your fine butt, how is it today?"

"It's okay," I replied.� "I'm not sore, if that's what you mean."

"That's exactly what I mean," he replied with a grin.� "So, are you up for a little messing around today?"� I grinned back at his indecent question.

"Tell you what.� I'd like to get an early start today."

He glanced left and right and determining that that no one could see us, he leans out the window a little and says in a low voice, "Come on inside.� I have strong hankering to blow you this morning."�

He stepped to the side out of sight and a door opened partially.� He stuck his head out and waved me inside.

Kipper escorted me behind the wall of property baskets and into the laundry room where Cookie was loading sheets and towels into a big commercial washing machine.� To my surprise, Popeye was there too.�

"Popeye, cover for me up front, will you," Kipper says.�

Popeye, grinning knowingly, gave me a look over and then went to cover the front desk.� Kipper, he knells down and takes my dick into his mouth.� I look up from Kipper's head bobbing on my dick and there's Cookie standing there, grinning from ear to ear, watching Kipper blowing me.

I squirt off into Kipper's mouth with both Cookie and Popeye now watching.� Kipper gets up off his knees, unbuckles and unzips his pants.� With his pants and underwear pooling around his ankles, he says, "Suck me off, Randy."� I hesitated.�

Kipper glances over his shoulder and then turning back to me, says, "Don't worry about them.� Like I told you, Cookie, Popeye and me, we're shipmates, we have no secrets from each other.� Now suck it like I sucked you."

I knelt, took his nut sack in one hand and with the other, I guided his hard prick to my mouth. I sucked until I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum.� Spent, Kipper steps back and pulls up his pants.� I began to get up, but he tells me, "Stay right there."�

He stepped away and Popeye stepped up taking his place.� Down went his pants and out springs a very large uncut cock jutting from a thick jungle of dark pubic hair. He shuffled forward and peeling back his foreskin, stuck that big dick in my face. I understood what was expected of me even before he growled, "Suck it, boy!" So I began sucking my second dick of the morning and the second man ever.�

Let me tell you, Popeye was a mouthful.� He also had a strong musky crotch odor.� I could taste the sweat and a hint of urine as I began.� Soon the funky flavors were washed away by my saliva and were no longer a factor, but when he got his rocks off, his cum was tasty, either that or I had developed a taste for it.

Popeye pulls away after I had swallowed his cum and wiped his dick off on my face.� He stepped away and Cookie took his place. Now, I at least sort of knew Popeye, as I saw him and spoke to him every afternoon at the "locker room" window and in the residential hallway, but Cookie, all I knew about him was that he was another sailor and a friend of Kipper's and Popeye.� Cookie was as long as Popeye, but only as thick as Kipper.� He too was uncut and had a strong crotch odor about him.� The funny thing was� that his cock curved to the side.�

So there I was, naked as the day I was born, in the back of the "locker room" giving blowjob after blowjob to Kipper and his two cronies. I was back there for so long that I only had time for a short swim that morning.� By the time it was all over, my knees hurt and my tummy was so full of cum that I could hardly eat my lunch.�

Kipper tells me during lunch , "You did a mighty fine thing this morning, Randy.� Those guys needed a nice boy like you to suck their balls dry. I hope you're okay with all that."� It was a little late for me to complain, so I didn't.� Kipper took my silence on the matter to mean that I was fine with it, and truth be told, I suppose I was.�

Kipper suggested that after lunch, that we go and shoot some hoops and seeing that I had such a short morning swim, that we then� go swimming.� That sounded fine by me and I supposed that after the swim that Kipper would want to get me naked upstairs and do me in the butt.� I had mixed feelings about being cornholed again, and would have preferred just to suck his dick.� So, we played basketball for a while, where Kipper taught� me how to dribble the ball without ever looking at it.� Then we got naked and swam.� Kipper acted like a kid in the pool and we a long playful time in the water.�����

Waterlogged, we finally exited the pool. Naturally, Popeye was manning the "locker room" window just outside the changing room.� He leans out and says to me, "How about if I return the favor, kid,� and give you a blowjob?"

From behind me Kipper says, "When he takes his teeth out, Randy, Popeye can really suck a dick.� You ought to try it."�

I figured, what the heck?� Popeye opened the door, we slipped inside and headed for the laundry room where Cookie was still doing sheets and towels.�

Popeye took his teeth out, and now he really did look like Popeye the Sailor Man.� He lifted me up like I weighed nothing and sat me on a countertop.�

"Lean back, kid and spread your legs," he says.�

I do and he descended upon my young pecker. Now, I wasn't all that experienced with getting a blowjob, but I instantly realized the difference that no teeth makes!� It felt terrific and really different from when Kipper sucked me.

Slurping down my cum, he stepped back, wiped his mouth with his hairy tattooed arm, dropped his pants and wagged his big prick at me. �"How about it, Randy?" he said with a grin.�

I'd already sucked his dick three times that morning, so what the heck?� It didn't even faze me that Cookie was watching as he'd watched me sucking Kipper and Popeye, as well as getting his own share of blowjobs from me. I slipped off the countertop, took that big fleshy nozzle, peeled back his foreskin and began by giving him a good glans-licking. But just a licking wasn't what he really wanted, and soon his big hand was on the back of my head pressing me to take his whole cock into my mouth.� I damned near choked to death on that thing.� Fortunately, he eased up and I was able to dislodge it from the entrance to my throat.�

I played with his heavy sack of balls and sucked that thick dick for at least five minutes before he pulled away without sperming me. Of course Cookie wanted me to blow him too, and so I did, only it wasn't a blowjob so much as a face fucking.� He held my head and pumped into me, hitting the back of my throat with his long dong time and time again.� I gagged and I gagged, but he was relentless.� Thankfully, Kipper came to my rescue and told Cookie to knock it off as he was hurting me.� Actually he wasn't hurting me, but I still didn't like it.� After that Cookie let me munch away on his prong until he shot off.

I kind of figured that Kipper would be next, and I was more or less right about that. Kipper sent Cookie out front to man the "locker room" desk, then he tells me to lean against the countertop and spread my legs.� Looking back over my shoulder I saw that Kipper was greasing up his pecker.� I also saw Popeye jacking his big prick to keep it hard.�

"Oh, shit!" I muttered.� It wasn't so much that Kipper was going to do me, but it was obvious that Popeye's fat prick would be next.�

Kipper stepped up behind me and spread my cheeks open with his thumbs.� I felt the knob of his cock nestle into me.� With his glans seated and ready to penetrate, he took a firm grip on my hips and jabbed upwards, and in doing so, nearly knocked the breath out of me. It kind of hurt, but it also felt kind of good, and after a few pumps in and out, it felt really good.� The fact that someone was watching me take it up the ass made it especially nasty.

After buggering me in the laundry room while Popeye watched, I was surprised when Kipper told me go take a shower and then get dressed. As much as I dreaded taking Popeye's big dick up my butt, I was also sort of disappointed... sort of.� I was lucky to get out of that laundry room with my ass still intact.�

Kipper retrieved our clothes and as I made it past Cookie at the "locker room" window, Cookie calls to me, "Where are you going, kid?� Come on back!� I've got something for you."� I had no intentions of going back!

When dad got in that evening, I said nothing to him about my laundry room performance, nor anything related to sex.� Maybe I should have, but I didn't.

Next morning I decided not to go swimming and instead hung around the lobby and perused several issues of Popular Mechanics.� I was still there at noon when Kipper found me and asked me to go to lunch with him across the street.� Afterwards, I was expecting him to ask me up to his room, but he didn't.� Instead he told me that he had to go to the union hall that afternoon and see about his next berth.

I felt a curious mixture of disappointment and relief at that news, as I had been thinking about the past few days most of the morning. He told me that he'd see me later and then headed for the union hall.� Now, I felt only disappointment, disappointment that he wouldn't be ravishing me that afternoon.

Once my lunch had settled, I headed to the swimming pool. As I undressed I considered what I might do if Popeye asked me to go into the back area of the locker room.� Would I go, or not? By the time I was standing at the locker room window with my clothes in my hand, I had butterflies in my stomach and a hard-on.� So it was a complete surprise when a strange man stepped up to the window instead of Popeye.� It took me a moment to realize that it was the man I had seen two days before in the residential hallway carrying a duffle bag.

Handing the man my handful of clothes left me totally exposed. "You always walk around with a hard dick, kid?" he asked with a chuckle.�

Red faced, I immediately tried to cover myself.� "Don't hide it, boy.� Nicest dick I've seen today. Go on, put your hands down."� Standing there with this strange man looking me over, I noticed that my prick was throbbing as it had gotten even harder.

"What's your name, son?"

"Uh, Randy."

"Saw you in the hallway coming from your shower.� You staying here very long?"

"I dunno.� I'm staying with my dad."

"Where is your dad, Randy?"

"He's at work right now."

"Oh, I see.� Well, nice meeting you, Randy.� Maybe we can get to know each other better in the next few days."

"Oh, okay, Mister..."

"Davy.� Just call me Davy."

"Okay, Mister Davy."� Back then it just wasn't polite to call an adult by his first name unless you prefaced it with Miss or Mister.

"Have a nice swim, boy."� He waited for me to walk away and I felt his eyes on my naked backside.

There were a few men in the pool that afternoon. Some friendly, some not so friendly, but none of whom acted inappropriately towards me.� I swam for a couple of hours, mostly by myself until I got bored.

Back at the locker room window, Mister Davy retrieved my clothes.� "Where's Popeye?" I asked.� "He usually works the window in the afternoon."

"He's off today," he simply replied offering no additional information.

Turns out Mister Davy was a sailor, just like Kipper, Popeye and Cookie.� When in port and with nothing better to do than prowl the bars at night, some merchant mariners who stayed at the Y were given part time jobs, the largess of which was spread around evenly and without favor.

I dressed and headed upstairs to my room and in doing so, I walked past the open door of Popeye's and Cookie's room.�

"Hey, boy," I heard Popeye call out.�

I stopped and saw the two sitting on one of the beds barefoot and shirtless.� This was fairly common, as only the lobby area of the Y was air conditioned, air conditioning being still rather rare in 1962, especially in older buildings like the Y.� During the heat of the day, things were rather warm in the resident halls.�

"Come on in and visit a spell," Popeye added.

Maybe I should have gone on walking to my room, but I didn't, I entered their room.�

"Close the door," Popeye said.� I closed the door.�

"Lock it."� I locked it.

"Now strip."

My heart was pounding as I pulled my t-shirt over my head.� They both sat and watched as I stripped naked.� Only then did they stand and drop their shorts. It was obvious what was about to happen.

Popeye waved me over saying, "Randy, I want to suck that cute little dick of yours."�

I took the few steps it took to stand before him.� He knelt and began blowing me. I stood there, feet spread while that big hairy tattooed beast sucked on my young pecker.

A moment later I felt Cookie's hands on my shoulders which then slid across my back and down to my bare ass.� Cookie's hot breath was on my neck as he ran his hand up my ass crack.� He whispered, "Spread your feet apart more."� I did.�

"Hold your ass cheeks apart," he said.� I did and felt a cold glob of Vaseline applied to my exposed asshole.� Then I felt the greased knob of his cock nestle against my anus.� His tattooed muscular arms surrounded me and held me.� He pushed up and slid inside me.

Up until then, only Kipper had fucked my ass.� Up until then, I only had one-on-one sex. Now Cookie was fucking me standing up while Popeye knelt, slobbering all over my cock and balls.� The messy blowjob had me cumming in short order.� It was the second time I had an orgasm with a cock up my butt.� My knees crumpled, but Cookie held me securely until he finished off in me.�

I was placed on one of the twin beds on my hands and knees, with my butt hanging off the end of the bed.� Cookie climbed in bed on his knees and stuck his stinking slimy semi-erect cock in my face, making it quite clear that was to suck him.� I didn't have time to dwell on the funky taste as my eyes were crossed with the abrupt entry of Popeye's thick prick up my butt.� I cried out, but was muffled by Cookie's cock which had been thrust into my open mouth.� The pain quickly passed and I just felt incredibly stuffed, like I had a huge turd that couldn't decide which way it wanted to go.

Just as I was getting comfortable with Popeye's dick, Cookie pulled out of my mouth and they switched places.� Now I could concentrate of the funky taste of Popeye's dick fresh from my rectum.� I don't know how many times those two switched off with me, only that it went on and on and on.� Even though I had another orgasm with a cock up my butt, I was glad when it was all over.� It also took a while for my asshole to close up.

My ass throbbed all that night.� My dad noticed my discomfort and asked me if I felt okay.� I told him that I was having stomach cramps. He said I must have eaten something.� I had eaten something, but I wasn't about to tell him what.

Next morning I got up and had breakfast with Dad at the diner.� After he left me for the day to go to work, I went down to swim.� Actually I was looking for Kipper, sort of hoping that he'd sneak me into the back area of the locker room and hang out with him.� He wasn't there.� Another man had taken his place.� So I swam by myself.� There were a few men in the pool, but no kids and everyone pretty much ignored me.

Later that morning, a half hour or so before noon, I ran into Kipper in the residential hallway.� "I've been looking for you," he said.� "Popeye, Cookie and me are shipping out.� I just wanted to say goodbye."�

I knew that this was a possibility. Still, I really wasn't ready for it. But I put on a brave face, knowing I wouldn't have anyone to pal around with in the afternoon, swimming with, playing checkers, ping pong, shooting hoops, or even playing a game of Hearts with.

"You have a few minutes?" he asked.� I had nothing but time.�

He opened the door of his room, we stepped in and he closed and locked the door.� Unzipping and fishing out his cock he asked, "How about one for the road?"� Heck, why not? That was the first time I gave a blowjob with my clothes on.

After unloading in my mouth, he zipped up and said, "I have someone I want you to meet."

Checking to be sure the hallway was clear, we stepped out of his room and I followed him down the hallway towards the common bathroom.� At the last door, he stopped and softly knocked.

"Who is it?" came the muffled voice behind the door.

"Kipper."�

The door unlocked and opened partially.� Checking the hallway one last time for prying eyes, he pushed me in and closed the door behind him.

The first thing I noticed was the huge red headed man lying nude on a bed.� Popeye was big, but this guy had muscles on top of muscles.� The second thing I noticed was the man who let us in.� He too was naked and was a big muscular man, but like Kipper he was softer.

"Davy, I'd like you to meet my boy, Randy," Kipper introduced.� That's when I recognized him as the man who had replaced Popeye in the locker room the day before, only he was dressed then and I was nude.� Today he was nude and I was dressed.

"I meet him yesterday," Mister Davy informed Kipper, "down in the locker room.

"Nice to see you again, Randy," Mister Davy said with a smile.

Nodding towards the other man lying naked on his bed he continued, "The big lug on the bed, that's Junior, but there's nothing junior about him."� Junior then sat up and I could see he was every bit as big as Popeye in the dick department. Looking back at Mister Davy, it was evident he was well endowed as well.

Smiling and fondling his cock, Mister Davy said, "We heard all about you last night.� I understand that you're a fun date."� Being only eleven, I didn't know what he meant by that. "Hope we can all be friends."

"Well, I've got to get going," Kipper said and slipped out the door, leaving me with the two naked men, both of whom were at half mast and growing.

"You're welcome to stay," Mr. Davy said, "or you're free to leave."

Junior now spoke up.� "Hey, Davy.� It's time we thought about getting a bite to eat and getting our asses down in the locker room."

"Shit, fuck," spat Mister Davy.� "And just as the morning was getting interesting."

Then turning to me he said, "Sorry, kid, maybe some other time." Grabbing his towel he strode out the door to shower, closely followed by his muscular strawberry buddy.

It was really quite a relief that they had to go. I hadn't quite recovered from the afternoon before.� Kipper had passed me on and I held no illusions as to what my role would've been if it had been an hour earlier.

The afternoon was dreadfully slow.� I whacked off after lunch and lay about in my room under the small desk fan until I'd had enough of that.� About my only choices for passing the time was go down to the lobby and reread the well worn magazines there, either that or go swimming.� I chose to swim.

At the locker room window, Junior looked me over before taking my clothes.� After placing my clothes in a basket, he handed me a towel and the pin-tag that identified my basket of clothes.� "What are you doing tonight?" he asked.

"I'll be with my dad," I answered. "He'll be back from work around five."

"Okay. I understand," he replied.� "How about tomorrow morning?� You busy then?"� I didn't answer, but he knew the answer.

"Tell you what.� Davy and I want to see you in our room in the morning.� Come as you are."

"Come as you are?" I asked.

"Yeah.� Naked, with just a towel, if that," he laughed.

A naked man fresh from the pool came up and that ended our conversation.� As I walked over to the pool, my anus tingled in anticipation of the next morning.

Once my dad left for work the following morning and activity in the residence hall had ceased,� I undressed.� Taking my towel, and wearing only my room key around my neck, I plodded off towards the showers. I passed Mister Davy's and Junior's door and took a shower.� Afterwards, stopping at the doorway of the bath, I looked down the empty hallway.�

Much as I felt the afternoon I first encountered Mister Davy down in the locker room, I had butterflies in my stomach, butterflies and a hard-on as knocked on their door.�

"Who is it?" the voice on the other side asked.

"Randy," I replied softly trying to keep my voice down while at the same time trying be heard.

The door unlocked and opened just enough for me to slip in.

"Damn, boy," Mister Davy exclaimed.� "You always go visiting in the nude?"

"He follows directions well," Junior replied from his bed.� "Told you he'd come."

"And so he did," Mister Davy replied.� "So he did."

Like yesterday, both men were completely nude.� Unlike yesterday, it wasn't hot yet and I too was nude.

Turning to me Mister Davy said, "You really are a fun date."� I still didn't know what he meant by that.�

"So, what brings you here in such a state of undress?" he asked with a grin.

Junior piped in, "He's here to suck cock!�

"Aren't you, boy?"

"Is that right?" Mister Davy asked. "You're here to suck cock?� Whose cock?"� Suddenly I was so embarrassed that my face felt as if it was on fire and I couldn't speak.�

Mr. Davy laughed and rubbed my short cropped hair. "Don't be ashamed, Randy.� All three of us here like to suck cock, and I'd venture that all three of us like having our cocks sucked. So, the only question is... who sucks who first?"

"Let's flip for it," suggested Junior.� He scrambled up. Securing three nickels, he handed one to me and another to Mister Davy.

"Let's not be in such a hurry," Mister Davy said.� "Let's sit for a spell and get to know each other better."�

A moment later I was sitting on the edge of a bed, clutching my nickel and� sandwiched between the two large naked men.� It wasn't long before I had hands rubbing all over me and I had two handfuls of big dicks while trying not to lose my coin.

After a few minutes of familiarization,� Junior suggested, "Let's flip for blow rights."

Mister Davy, who had momentary possession of my dick, asked me, "Are you ready to flip, Randy?"

"I guess," I replied not certain how this was going to work.

Junior explained, "We all flip. Odd man out gets sucked.� Then we flip for who gets heads and who gets tails.� Tails sucks the odd man out, while heads gets his dick sucked by the odd man out."�

I still didn't fully understand� the game, but after looking around a bit for our wayward coins, the three of us flipped.� As luck would have it, I was odd man out.� Then they flipped.� First time they both came up heads, so they flipped again.� This time it was Mister Davy who got tails and Junior got heads.�

I was told to remain where I was, seated on the edge of the bed.� Mister Davy then got down between my legs and engulfed my prick.� Meanwhile, Junior straddled his partner and stuck his thick organ in my face.� I finally got it and molded my lips around Junior's prodigious glans, while I was in turn sucked.� It was all I could manage. I liked the game from the start.� After a while, Junior and Mr. Davy switched places, with Junior sucking me while I sucked Mr. Davy.� I didn't have any better luck with Mr. Davy's dick than I had with Junior's, as both men had large cocks.�

We switched places, this time with Junior seated as he was originally heads.� Mr. Davy knelt and sucked Junior. I now had to get in place to let Junior suck me, but I wasn't tall enough to straddle Mister Davy and get my dick high enough for Junior to suck.� The solution?� Junior simply picked me up as if I were a rag doll and brought me to his mouth.� This was an impressive feat, as I was husky and rather big for my age.

Next, I was on my knees blowing Junior once again while Mr. Davy straddled me and had Junior suck his cock.�

We changed position again.� This time with Mr. Davy seated and Junior going down on him. I still had the same problem as before, getting my dick to Mr. Davy's mouth.� This time I was instructed to stand on the bed and gripping my bare butt, Mr. Davy brought me to his mouth.� Finally I was on my knees sucking Mr. Davy's knob while he blew Junior as he straddled me.�

This whole scenario took place over the course of about thirty, thirty five minutes, during which neither men blew their loads into my mouth, whereas they both got me off.� Turns out, they were holding back for the main event, a go at my ass.�

I was placed on my back.� Junior stood on the bed straddling me and holding my legs up and apart while Mr. Davy buggered me.� I was greased up good with Vaseline, but still it was hard to take the large cock at first.� He pounded my ass for a good five minutes and then Junior fucked me while Mr. Davy held my legs.� Like two days before with Popeye and Cookie, they took turns and fucked me for over an hour before they filled my rectum with cum.�

I was more than ready to take a break by then and so were they.� I lay back on the bed, cum dribbling onto the bed from my dilated asshole. Every so often, I would feel my wreaked hole to see if it had closed yet.

Around eleven AM we showered and then had lunch together at the cafeteria across the street.� I wondered if anyone noticed that I was waddling.� If they did, no one said anything of it, but I was definitely walking funny that afternoon.�

That was a Friday and when Dad got in from work, we went to the movies again, seeing some forgettable John Wayne western where John Wayne played John Wayne, and like all John Wayne movies, it was enjoyable.

Saturday Dad took me to a minor league baseball game and then on Sunday to an amusement park to ride the rides.� After the amusement park he broke pattern and took me to a barbeque joint that had the best pork ribs ever.

I ran into Junior and/or Mr. Davy several times that weekend.� Neither hardly spoke to me or gave any indication that they knew me.� I felt that they didn't like me anymore.� Then Sunday evening, just before bedtime, I ran into Mr. Davy taking a leak in the bathroom.

"Tomorrow morning.� My room.� Be there.� Just bring your towel," he said so that no one else heard him.

Monday morning, after taking a dump and shower, I went to Mister Davy's room.� Just as I was about to knock on the door, someone stepped out of their room and walked towards me down the hallway.� With the guy headed my way,� I ducked back into the bathroom and took another shower.� I listened, but never heard anything.� Looking out I saw the coast was clear.� The guy must have taken the stairs down to the changing room.� Dripping wet, I dashed over to Mister Davy's door and knocked.� A moment later, the door opened and I slipped in.

"Room service!� Damn, you know, Davy, I just love this place," remarked Junior as he closed and locked the door behind me. "Finest service in town." Just like last Friday, both men were naked.�

"Can you believe this kid, Davy?" remarked Junior.� "Must be eager for some dick.�

"How about it, kid?� Want to get fucked?"

"Leave him be," Mister Davy said lying nude on his bed.� "He's just doing as I asked."

"Really?� You asked him to come to us naked and he did? Fuckin' unbelievable! Did you tell him come wet too?"

Davy replied to me, "Dry yourself off, Randy.� You're dripping water all over the fuckin' floor and then come sit with me."� I hurriedly dried myself with my damp towel.� By the time I was finished, Davy had gotten up from his bed.

"Lie down and I'll put some cream on your back," he tells me.� So I lay down and let him slather me down with some sort of body lotion, working it into my back and butt real good.�

"This will help keep you from itching," he explained as he rubbed on my asshole.�

I didn't itch to begin with, and certainly my asshole wasn't itching, but I let him do what he wanted and what he wanted to do was play with my anus.� His finger slid in and moved about.� Then two fingers. Then just his thick thumb up my ass while his other fingers stroked my taint and nut sack from behind and his other hand rubbed my back.� While he did this, Junior sat on the bed too, just watching.�

Pulling his thumb from me, he rolled me over onto my side and lay down beside me with his big dick in my face.� His legs hung off the end, as there really wasn't enough room on the bed to lie like that together.� It must have been uncomfortable for him, as he got up and pulled me off the bed and onto the cold hard floor.� There he took up the 69 with me again, lying on our side. He began sucking my dick while I returned the favor.

We'd been sucking dick for only a minute or so when I felt Junior at my backdoor.� He poked at me a few times and then entered easily.� For the next several minutes I was the filling of a fuck sandwich.� Mister Davy sure knew how to suck a dick, and I came first.� He kept sucking, even as got softer and soon Junior was blasting a load up my rectum, followed by Mister Davy unloading in my mouth.�

The tableau soon dissolved. I was anticipating something of a repeat of Cookie and Popeye, where Junior would stick his funky dick into my mouth while Mister Davy took sloppy seconds with me, but that's not what happened. Thankfully, Junior simply walked out the door and cleaned himself up in the shower, returning dripping wet.� Mister Davy meanwhile spooned with me on his bed until he got hard again, then he sodomized me while Junior simply watched.��

I hung around for a few hours, where I alternated blowing Junior and Mister Davy, while they in turn sucked each other and me.� Then before lunch, I was dismissed and sent on my way.� I showered again, dressed and went down to the lobby with only a long boring afternoon to look forward to.� To my surprise, I met my dad just as I stepped off the elevator.

"I'm finished up here for the time being," he says to me.� "So, let's grab a bite to eat across the street and then head for home.� How does that sound?"�

I really was ready to go home, besides my opinion really didn't count.� "Sounds great, Dad," I told him with true enthusiasm, as I really wanted to get home and see my friends there.�

Of course I was going to miss the sex, but I had mixed emotions about all that had happened these past few weeks.� On the one hand, I really liked Kipper.� He was fun to hang around with, even though I knew that it was just to use me, and use me he did.� Not that I objected; I didn't.� I really didn't even mind that he had passed me around to his buddies; that was extra bad and I loved it. I didn't have to show up at Mister Davy's door that morning just because he had told me to.� I showed up because I wanted to.� I showed up because I wanted cock and I was willing to let them do whatever they wanted.� I showed up because I enjoyed the sex.� I showed up because, in the parlance of the day, I was now a homo, a homo-boy and a promiscuous homo-boy at that.

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