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It was late Summer 1964, I was 13 and going into the 8th Grade...

The first week of August, before I began the 8th grade, Dad needed to go the company headquarters for a series of meetings over a few days.� He took me with him, and true to his frugal style, we stayed at the big downtown YMCA where I had been introduced to man-boy sex two summers before.� I was nearly thirteen then and growing like a weed.� I was still a husky kid, but taller rather than wider.�

We checked in early in the evening, got our sheets and a blanket, and hauled our stuff upstairs to our room.� There was a fair amount of comings and goings that evening, but nothing of note.� In the morning I had breakfast with Dad at the diner before he went to work.�

He tells me with a laugh as he's leaving, "Watch out for the sailors, son.� They'll all want to get in your pants... if you're wearing any, that is."�

I laughed at his little joke and we went our separate ways. Except that for me, it really wasn't a joke.� From the moment Dad had told me about taking me with him to the Y, I'd been abusing myself mightily thinking of nothing but spreading my cheeks for some big tattooed fucker. With Dad out of the way for the day, I put my plan into action.

Straightaway I went downstairs to the changing room, stripped off, showered and took my clothes to the locker room window, smiling at the burly man who took my things without giving me second look.� I swam, looking for someone to hook up with, but I was more or less ignored.�

Thwarted, I retrieved my clothes, again with the man not even looking at me.� Dressed, I went upstairs to my room, stripped and then strolled nude to the shower, only no one was in the residence hallway.� I strolled back and forth to the shower in my birthday suit at least four times without ever seeing anyone to display myself to.� Bummer.� I whacked off and walked to the shower and back.� Still no one.

By then I was getting hungry, as I only had a light breakfast.� I had lunch at the cafeteria across the street and upon returning, I sat in the lobby for awhile reading a three month old edition of Newsweek and several tattered Popular Mechanics.

Out of the blue, someone calls out, "Randy!� Randy Chambers!"� I looked around and at first I didn't see who was calling out my name.�

"Randy?"�

This time I saw that it was the desk clerk.� I walked over and recognized him from last summer.� As I stepped up to the desk I read his nametag, Kent.

"Randy Chambers?" he asked.� "Weren't you here last summer for several weeks?"

"Well, I was here two summers ago. I was here with my dad on business."

"Is your dad around now?"

"No, he's at work."

"I see."� He was a young man, mid twenties I figured, and not at all bad looking. Then I noticed the way he was looking at me, like he was trying to telepathically send me a message.

Lowering his voice he said, "I heard about you.� You were friends with Kipper."� Message now received loud and clear. "You wouldn't be busy, would you?"

"No, I'm not busy," I replied feeling butterflies in my stomach.����

"I go to lunch at 1 PM.� Would you, uh..."

"Yeah, okay."� He wasn't exactly a muscled and tattooed sailor, but he'd do. "Where?"

He smiled and turned to the board where all the room keys were kept.� Selecting a set of keys, he surreptitiously slipped me one.� I glanced up at the clock, quarter to one.� Taking the keys, I turned away and headed upstairs.

I knew the layout of this place forward and backwards, so I had no trouble in finding the room that went with the key.� As I expected, it was unoccupied, as evidenced by the bare mattresses and lack of bedding.� I undressed and naked, I lay upon one of the bare beds.� Retrieving a tube of KY Jelly from my shorts that I had liberated from my dad's bed stand back home, I greased up my asshole and waited.�

It seemed like I waited forever and while I waited I thought about why I was here and what I was about to do.� At that moment, the only thing that separated me from being a prostitute was that I was going to do it with a stranger for no money. I was just about ready to chicken out when I heard the door unlocking.� Too late to chicken out.

Kent stepped inside, quickly closing and locking the door.� Turning, he saw me waiting for him nude on the bed.�

"Damn.� Kipper said you were easy, but..." He never finished and quickly undressed.�

Once he was nude too, he asked me to scoot down the bed some. Then he lay beside me in a 69.� He took my dick in his mouth as I took his between my lips.� I took my time blowing him, savoring the feel of his hard, yet soft, prick in my mouth and savoring the taste of his pre-cum as it excitedly seeped from the tip while enjoying the warm wetness of his mouth sliding around and over my prick.� All too soon for me, he was pulsing and his cum flooded my mouth.�

I hadn't cum yet and Kent continued working to get me off.� Meanwhile I kept sucking his soft cock until he began to harden again.� Finally I busted my nut and he was through.� I wanted more, especially from the cock I'd worked so hard to revive.� I wanted it up my butt.�

Kent quickly rose and began to dress.�

"Thanks, Randy," he said pulling on his pants.� "Sorry for the rush, but I only have a half hour for lunch.� Bring me the key later on, will you?"

I was rather put out by the whole affair.� Not that I didn't enjoy the mutual oral sex, I loved oral sex, it was just that I wanted to be taken anally. Naked and alone in that room, I figured the next best thing at the moment would be to finger myself.� Hiking my legs up, my hand sought out my pre-greased asshole.� I enjoyed fingering myself sometimes when I was masturbating, but my dick was soft and stayed soft, no matter how much I abused my hole.� After a while, I gave up, dressed and went down the hall to wash my hands.� Then I went downstairs to return the room key.�

Kent was manning the front desk, so I slipped him the key.�

"Listen, I just found out that tomorrow I'll be doing floor duty,"� he said pushing the key back to me. "Meet me at ten AM and we'll have plenty of time to play."

I shrugged and pocketed the key with its chain.� "Okay," I agreed.� "See you."

"Yeah, see you," he replied.

Needing something to do to kill the time, I repeated my actions of earlier that morning, going swimming and then cruising up and down the residence hall of my floor.� It was really slow at the Y that day.� I ended up going swimming again, but still with no luck.� Around four in the afternoon, things began to pick up as men came in after work to work out, not that it did me any good.� About the only interesting thing that evening was when I watched my old man beating off in the bed next to me.� I wondered what he was thinking about as he flogged the monkey and when he erupted, I was amazed at the quantity and forcefulness of his cum.

Next morning things were as slow as the day before.� I ended up going back to the vacant room and waiting for Kent to show up and do me.� He did show up and he did do me.� Once he was undressed I knelt and sucked him while he stood.� When I had him good and ready, I mounted one of the beds with my ass presented to him.� Reaching back I spread my butt cheeks and offered my well prepared hole to him.� He wasn't too thick and I was very slippery back there.� It smarted only momentarily when he pierced me; from then on it was only pleasure.� He pounded my butt for several minutes before cumming up my ass.�

Despite what he'd said the day before about having "plenty of time to play," he didn't hang around for long after busting his nut.� He had left me hanging twice now, but I did get what I was asking for, so what was I to do?�

Placing the room key around my neck, I walked out the room leaking cum and headed for the shower.� I didn't have a towel, but no matter, there were always lots of towels just outside the common bathroom.� I passed an open door, catching a glimpse of someone inside.� I didn't pay him any mind, and proceed to the shower to get cleaned up.

Showered, I tossed the damp towel into the dirty laundry hamper next to the stack of clean towels.� Now as I walked back to retrieve my clothes, I noticed a man standing in the open doorway I'd passed.� As I grew closer, I saw that he was a short stocky fellow dressed in boxer shorts.� He was heavily muscled and had a rather ugly weather beaten face that was scarred, but he also had the most elaborate, artful oriental tattoos I'd ever seen covering his chest, massive arms, and legs.

"Hey, kid," he said as I drew close.� "Got a minute?"� My asshole tingled at the thinly disguised come on.

I knew there was no one behind me and there was no one else in the hallway, so I quickly stepped inside.� He shut the door and locked it, then without preamble of any sort, he went directly to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.� Gripping my bare buttocks with his rough hands, he proceeded to give one of the best blowjobs I'd ever received.� His thick tongue swirled around my young pecker and flickered over the head in a crazy dance.� Despite my surprise at his forwardness, I certainly didn't try or even think of stopping him.

Mauling a butt cheek with one hand, the other sought out my balls as he sucked me.� Probing deeper between my legs he rubbed over my asshole.�

He pulled away and looking up at me he said, "You've just been fucked, haven't you?"�

Why deny it? I nodded that I had been.�

"Okay by me," he said taking a quick lick at the head of my dick.� "I don't mind sloppy seconds, not with a good looking peg boy like you." I didn't know what a peg boy was, but I had a good idea. He resumed sucking me to completion.�

Letting my wilting organ slip from his lips, he stood, unsnapped his boxers and let them fall to his feet.� He was already rock hard and drooling.� And what a cock he had;� massive bull balls too.� His cock wasn't particularly long, but it was thick, thicker than any cock I'd had in months, and it bulged just below the lip of the long arrow-like head.� It kind of reminded me a boa constrictor that had just swallowed a light lunch.� Down on my knees I went.� He wasn't exactly fresh and had a heady aroma that made my head spin.� But best of all, he was a mouthful, that's for sure. I enjoyed sucking him even more with the certain knowledge that soon that cock would be stretching my asshole wide.

Like Kent a few minutes before, I didn't suck him to completion even though I could have sucked on that dick all day, which I now planned to do. But first and foremost, I wanted to be fucked by that cock, really fucked.�

Reluctantly I surrendered his dick and once again mounted the side of a bed.� Reaching back, I spread my ass cheeks for him.� I'd squirted half a tube of KY up my butt just before Kent had arrived.� That plus the fact my guts were still slippery with Kent's load and the fact that this guy was positively dripping pre-cum, he had no trouble impaling me.� Even though I was loosened up from my earlier fucking, I still saw stars from the abrupt stretching of my sphincter muscle. Well, I'd asked for it and I got it; the best ass fucking in almost a year.

After a dozen or so strokes, my anal ring went slack and he was moving inside me with greater ease. A warm glow spread throughout me as I was fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked.� The room filled with the sounds of his hairy groin slapping against my smooth buttocks, as well as my moans and groans. Periodically, he'd pull out of my gaping hole completely and then slide easily all the way back in.� Every time that slight bulge in his organ passed through my sphincter, on the way in and on the way out, my asshole widened slightly and then with its passing, my asshole contracted slightly. The effect upon me was cumulative.

I came for a second time from him just fucking me, with an orgasm that was simply mind boggling.� An anally induced orgasm had never happened to me before� and my essence squirted all over the bare mattress of the spare bed. And still he fucked me.� His staying power was nothing short of amazing.� He fucked my ass until I collapsed onto the bed and into my own cum.� Even then the ass fucking continued for another several minutes when he finally hosed my guts but good.

Suddenly I could feel a cool breeze blowing up inside my back alley.� The massive dick was finally gone, but my ruined gaping asshole was now throbbing.� It would throb for hours, a reminder of the masterful ass fucking I had so shamelessly trolled for.� I lay motionless for I don't know how long, my hole hot, gaping and throbbing.� I wondered if it was ever going to close again.� Maybe I'd over done it, but it was too late now.

I began to try and sit up and heard the loud snoring from the other bed.� I looked over and he was sprawled out on his back, his skin and tattoos glistening with sweat. I wanted to stay with this man and suck his marvelous dick for a few hours, but I knew that if I stayed, he'd probably fuck me again and I just might not live through it.���

Quietly slipping away, I took another shower.� I was gingerly cleaning my now closed asshole when he stepped into the shower with me.

"What's your hurry, kid?"� he asked.

"No hurry, I just..."

"Get your ass back in my room," he growled as he slapped me hard on the buttocks.� I scampered back to the open door and into his room.� Momentarily he followed and closed the door again.�

"On your stomach, kid," he said.� I lay on his bed as he ordered. �Then he began running his hands all over my backside.�

"You have the sexiest ass of any boy I've ever seen," he complimented while exploring my globes.� "I'd fuck you again, but I don't want to hurt you."� That was a relief to hear.� "But I want you to stay with me."

"Um, I'm staying with my father."

"Does your daddy fuck you too?"

"No, sir.� He's working."

"What time will he be back?"

"Sometime this afternoon."

"Then we have a few hours.� How about if I suck your dick again?"

"How about if I suck your dick again?" I replied with a grin.

"That's a deal, kid!"�

He maneuvered himself onto the bed so that his back was resting against the wall.� I crawled up into the V formed by his colorful muscular thighs and began rooting around in his balls, happy to note that he'd washed his dick while in the shower.� Still, he had a funky, manly smell.� I sucked him for a while and then he sucked me.� We switched off several times.� I must have sucked and orally played with his dick for at least an hour in total.� It was nice, really nice.

Then he lifted my legs, licked and tongued my asshole.� I wasn't too keen on returning that favor, but I did it anyway.� For as nasty as it was, I found it to be rather pleasant in a decadent way.� I also had a chance to study each and every tattoo, including the multicolored dragon that went up his leg and across his butt. By the time I left his room around three o'clock, we'd done everything nasty imaginable to each other and I looked forward to seeing Todd and rimming him, gleefully imagining his shock and approval.

"How long are you staying, kid?" he asked just as I stepped out of his room and into the hallway on my way to retrieve my clothes. This time I was seen by someone.

"I don't know.� Maybe another day or two."

"Come back tomorrow?"

"Sure, Mister.� What is your name anyway?" I asked.� He just smiled and closed the door.

On my way back to the room where my clothes were, the man who had seen me and was now watching me said, "Got a minute, boy?"� Where was he yesterday? Slipping into his room, I serviced him orally and then made my escape, refusing any money for the services rendered.

I hadn't had lunch and was starving after my sex job.� Fortunately the cafeteria didn't close between lunch and dinner.� I waddled back to my room.� It was hot in the late afternoon, I elected to lie nude in bed with the oscillating fan blowing full blast.�

Dad came in shortly after.� "I thought you might be swimming," he said.

"I was earlier," I lied.

"Well, I'm finished up," he said taking a seat on my bed next to me.�

He reached out and put his hand on my bare thigh, very high up, almost, but not touching my privates. He had a funny look on his face.�

Then he patted my thigh, stood up and said,� "What do you say we pack up and head for home?"� I wanted to ask if we could stay another day, but I knew he was ready to go.

I felt kind of bad that I would be standing up the unnamed man who had so thoroughly used me for hours that day, but there was nothing to do about that.� I never knew his name and never saw him again, except in my memory.

On the drive home Dad bluntly asked, "Did you get your dick sucked?"�

He then laughed and said, "I guess I shouldn't ask you that, but I am curious.� If you did, that's great. If you didn't, well that's okay too.� I usually find someone to suck my cock when I stay there for a few days.� Like that cute desk clerk, Kent.� He's a player.� You know, the last few times I've stayed there he's asked about you, if you were with me.� I thought maybe..."

Thinking he already knew the answer I truthfully replied, "Yeah, he sucked my dick. Yesterday and today."

"Did you return the favor?"

"Yeah."� Dad's hand went to his crotch and he adjusted himself.

"I suppose you enjoy sucking and being sucked as much as I do," Dad commented. "Great fun, eh?"

"Yeah," I� replied without elaboration.�

Dad had been fishing for information and he easily got it.� And once something was out in open, it was simply a matter of fact and treated frankly and directly.� Obviously he knew all about Todd and me, but not so much about me and adult males.� Now he knew that I had oral sex with Kent, the desk clerk, and if I had sexual contact with him, I probably had sexual contact with other men.� However, at the time, he didn't pursue that line of inquiry.

We rode a little further with Dad rubbing himself while he drove.� He stopped rubbing while he passed a big truck.� Then he says, "When we get home, how about if we call Todd up and invite him over for the night?� We can all have some fun."� I wasn't at all sure how inclusive that "all"� was.� Dad and Todd, yes;� Todd and me, yes, but Dad and me?� Just what, if anything, was he implying?�

"That kid gives me a hard-on," he went on.� "Soft, smooth and fleshy.� Not a hair on his body.� Looking at him, you'd think he was ten years old, but he's not.� Hell, his dick's almost as big as yours and he shoots respectable live loads...

"Damn, I do love running my hands all over him.� I love sucking on those big nipples of his too.� And as far as blowjobs go, that kid knows what he's doing."

"He uses Nair," I told him.

"Nair?� No shit.� All over?"� Back then it was unheard of for a man to shave or remove his body hair. Of course I didn't mention that it was Casey who slathered him down with the stuff.� He wanted me to use it too, but I declined.

"Yeah, all over," I replied.

"Damn... Well, that explains it. Not that I mind."

We rode along for a few more miles in silence.� Then Dad says, "Still, I never should have touched him. But he started it.� You know that don't you?� But I did touch him.� Hell, I fucked him and there's no going back, not for any of us."

I'm thinking my dad was having regrets and suffering from a guilty conscious.� I was disabused of that thought when he added, "So give him a call when we get to the house.� I've got a powerful need and he's just the ticket for me."� So much for regrets.

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