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I have changed certain names and geographic references in order to protect my privacy and that of others, but I assure you that these memories are all 100% true. (Mb, ped, 1st, oral, anal) *** Author Note: This is my first story on Nifty, and I would like to thank Bill for his suggestions and editing. *** My sexual awakening came about when I was 9 years old, way back in the early 1930s. My teachers were the two McIntyre boys, who lived behind us out in the country, near a small town in South Georgia. Charles was 12 at the time, and Jack was age 14. Both were sexually active with each other and with other boys. Charles was 5'3" in height, with cotton-top blonde hair, and sky blue eyes. He always had a farmer tan, in that his body was very white except for his arms and neck, which were brown from the sun. He wasn't at all muscular. In fact, he sometimes seemed almost sissy-like. Jack was 5'7"; a dirty-blonde with hazel eyes, and he had a good bit more muscle to him than Charles. I guess they weren't incredibly handsome, but there's no way a boy-lover would have kicked either one of them out of bed. Most of the kids who grew up in the country, me included, had uncut dicks, because most all of us were born at home and not in a hospital back in those days. When I first got to see Charles' and Jack's uncut cocks get stiff, they stood up about 4-1/2 inches and 5-1/2 inches, respectively. One day I was out in the woods and fields with Charles setting rabbit boxes (simple traps), and he brought up the subject of butt fucking (though we called it "corn-holing" back in those days). He suggested we try it, and so we did. We both stripped naked, and I got to see what a boy just coming into puberty looks like when he's excited. His youthful erect penis was fascinating, but when he tried to penetrate me, it wasn't successful. I don't think his dick would stay stiff enough to push into my super-tight little boy-hole. Although he lubed me with his spit, and pushed it repeatedly against my butt, he just couldn't get it to go in. Then it was my turn to corn-hole him with my totally immature little uncut dick, about three inches long and about as slender as a first-grader's pencil. He rolled over on his stomach and let me climb on top to enter him, with his beautiful ass sticking up, and each mound of his butt spreading apart just enough so I could get my dick in him. Since his brother Jack had been fucking him on a regular basis, Charles' butt was easy to get open, but I was only able to penetrate him just a little bit because of my small size. He wiggled his butt back to make my dick go in deeper, and that added to my pleasure as I humped him. The feeling was terrific! I had never in my life felt anything to equal it. I really got off big time with my first dry orgasm. Charles liked getting his ass fucked. He said that Jack had done it to him a lot of times, and it felt good with Jack's bigger cock. I guess he could barely feel my skinny little 3-incher, so after I finished he jacked off his sexy hairless dick by his own hand. I was fascinated as I watched him stroke and then cum -- the first time I'd ever seeing a boy shoot his load of spunk. After that, sex was a regular part of our play together. It developed that Charles really got into undressing me and running his hands all over my body and playing with my cock and balls. I would just lie there passively and let him do whatever he wanted. He said I had the most beautiful body he had ever seen, and he loved to caress it. Without asking me if he could, he just started kissing and licking me all over, even my butt (which he said was the prettiest he'd ever seen!). Although he would kiss my balls and around my dick, he would never suck my cock. He would jack himself off as he played with my body. It seemed to make him shoot a bigger load and produce a more powerful orgasm for him to be fondling me while he did it. I didn't mind at all to have him loving my body like this, because it made me feel real good all over. Eventually Jack got into the act too. The first time it happened, Jack followed Charles and me down into the woods, where we had built us kind of a fort (or at least that was what we called it). Jack wanted to get in on the fun, and he asked if he could corn-hole me. I said ok, and he started undressing me. When he had me lying there naked, face-down, he put some spit on his finger and played around with my little pucker, trying to get me to open up. He finally got me real wet with his spit, and then he put more spit on his dick and pushed his fat 5-1/2-inch dick against my tight hole and told me to push out. I did as he said, and his dick just popped into my ass. It hurt like hell, and I yelled for him to take it out. But he had the head of his cock inside me, and he just kept it there not moving it in farther, and certainly not letting me pull it out, even though I was doing everything I could to pull away from him. After a few minutes, it didn't hurt too much, and he started pushing it in deeper. At first it felt like he was splitting me open. I soon felt his little bush of pubic hair tickle my ass cheeks. He was all the way in! He just lay there on top of me until it quit hurting so bad. Then he started pulling back and moving in with short strokes until I got used to his cock being deep in me. Then he pulled back until just the head of his cock was still in my ass, and he drove it back in to the full length of his cock. Soon he was slamming it into me and giving me a really hard fuck. While he was doing this I kept feeling him hit something inside of me that made me feel real good, and it got my little 3-inch pecker hard as can be. It was amazing to start out with it hurting so bad, and ending up getting such a good feeling. Jack kissed my neck and kind of bit at my shoulders as he slammed his thick teenage cock into my little-boy pussy. He moaned and yelled out as he reached his climax. He really did pump my ass full of cum, because I had to go squat and strain to get it to drain out after he finished with me. After Jack had opened me up, Charles was eager to fuck me too. All three of us played at this game many times, and I got to where I really enjoyed letting Jack hammer my butt with his hard thick dick. I'd push back to meet his in-stroke, and he would hit my magic button on just about every stroke. Jack got a small fruit jar and filled it with lard from his mother's kitchen and hid it down in our fort. We used it to lube our asses and cocks when we had a butt fucking session, which we did quite often. With the lube, it felt really good, and I liked it a lot. I especially loved Jack's big dick up my ass after he started using the lube. We did it about three or four times a week in the summer and maybe two or three times in a week after school. Usually Jack as the dominant member of our threesome. He would first fuck me and then Charles would do it second. I think this was because Jack would open me up real good and it was easy for Charles to get it in after Jack had finished. Usually there was such a load of cum in me I was slick anyway. I fucked them both too, and Jack sometimes fucked me, then I fucked him, and after I finished up with him he'd fuck Charles while I watched. Sometimes I would go to the fort with only Charles, and these were the times he lavished attention on my body like I described. Just before I left for Birmingham I was able to cum and I DID fuck Jack and Charles and shot my little load into both of them. It pissed Jack off to have to strain to get the cum to come out but he wanted to continue fucking me so he let me also fuck him. I should back up a bit and tell you that I had five brothers in my family, and also my cousin living with us. The cousin's name was David and was exactly my age. We had shared a single bed since we were 5 years old. We often played with each other's cocks at night after we went to bed. But it was risky to do because all my brothers slept there in the same room, in two other beds. David and I had to be very quiet when we felt each other's dicks because the younger brothers might tell on us if they knew about it. I didn't have any sex-play with my brothers. My oldest brother was 4 years older and didn't want to have anything to do with me. (He was the only one of us that my father actually cared about.) My other brothers were much younger and didn't interest me sexually, and in any case I was afraid they would tell. My cousin David would ask me why I spent so much time with Charles, but I would always give him some cock and bull story because I didn't want him involved. I felt like it was my thing, not his. My cousin tried to dominate me and would have if I had let him. I loved him and fooled around with him in bed at night, but I did not run in the same circles as he did, each of us having different friends. David did not excite me sexually the way Charles and Jack did, but if I had to share my bed with someone, he was a good bed-mate. I was 10 years old and in the 4th grade when my life was torn to shreds. My dad took up with another woman and walked out on my mother, leaving her to feed and look after six of her own children and my cousin. Some of you might know how things were in the rural South back in 1934, when this happened. It was the worst part of the Great Depression. My poor mother did not know what to do since she had never worked outside the home in her life. We were very poor, living in the country with just a garden, some chickens, and a single cow for milk. But there was no money to be had. Most men were working for a dollar a day or less and maybe five dollars a week if they could find work. I have no idea where my dad and his woman ran off to, but later in my life, when I was 15 years old, he and my mother did get back together again. It was decided that my mother's family would step in and each would take one of Mother's children and my cousin David. I was very fortunate to get to go live with my mother's older brother who lived in Birmingham, Alabama. He was 50 years old at that time. I was 11 years old that May in 1935 when I had to go off to live with this family I had only met one time in my life. So I had to leave the only home I had ever known. I also had to leave Charles and Jack, just as I was entering puberty and really enjoying our sex-fun. I was an early-bloomer and had my first wet orgasms just about this time. I can still remember the first time. My cousin and I were jacking each other off in bed, and when I started getting my climax feeling it was so much more intense, and I felt like my whole insides were being shot out of my dick. I shot all over my cousin David's hand and he laughed at me as he rubbed his hand in my face. Best of all, though, I was able to shoot my little load of cum into both Charles and Jack before I left Georgia to go to Birmingham. My uncle and his wife had no children and I went from a home with seven children to one where I was an only child. Try to picture the stereotype of a country boy of barely 11 years coming to the city for the first time. I was wearing the first store-bought short pants ever in my life, but my shirt was made from flour sacking, I had no shoes, and long reddish brown hair was hanging over my deep blue eyes. I was small and was very tan from being in the sun a great deal. I'm sure I looked like "country come to town" when I stepped off that train in Birmingham. And yes, it was the first time I had ever ridden a train also. These wonderful people were great to me. I called my aunt "Sandy" and my uncle "Bro Bill" like they told me to call them. My Uncle and I hit it off immediately, kidding with each other and talking about all sorts of things. I was so happy about the love I was receiving from him, because I had always been starved for affection in my family. My dad never spoke to me in any way unless it was to make me do something, and otherwise he acted like I didn't even exist. Although my aunt wasn't really the loving kind, she was kind to me. I had finished the fourth grade back home, but when I enrolled in school in Birmingham they wanted to make me repeat that grade. I didn't know my fractions and was very far behind on some other things that fifth graders were expected to know. I had come from a country school in Georgia with only three rooms for seven grades. My fourth grade teacher had never been to college, and I doubt she knew how to teach math. My new school decided to get me a tutor to see if I could catch on to the work and after four weeks with Miss Adams working with me all day long, I was allowed to continue in the fifth grade. It was during this year that a beautiful little blonde boy named Walter came into my life. He lived across the street from us and was 8 years old and just about four and a half feet tall. I can still picture him in my mind - curly hair and the most beautiful face and smile anyone could have. I fell for him the first time I met him. We played together all the time, and since my Aunt and Uncle both worked, I was home after school by myself every afternoon until about 6 o'clock. Walter would come over to my house and we'd play in the back yard where I had fixed up an old shed that was attached behind the garage as a sort of club house. I fixed up some old wooden boxes as a sort of bed attaching them to the back wall. We'd play there or in my room where I had my things. One day I had on a pair of overalls and we were sitting on the floor in my room side-by-side playing with some toy trucks my uncle had bought for me. The gap side of my overalls kind of popped open and Walter shoved his hand down the side of my overalls and grabbed my dick and started playing with it. I was overjoyed at this, and I started playing with his little 3-inch cut dick. He next unbuttoned my overalls and pulled them down from my body, and then he pulled down my boxers and really started going up and down on my 4-inch dick with his hand. I just laid back and was enjoying it, and then I felt something incredibly warm and wet on my dick. I looked down, and Walter was sucking my erection! This was the first time my cock had ever been in someone's mouth. Walter would not quit sucking me until I shot my cum in his mouth, and to my surprise he swallowed it all. He told me he had been doing that for a long time, with one of his uncles who was only 17 years old. Well, this started an every-afternoon thing with Walter and me, and it went on for over 4 years. Walter was such a beautiful boy, with very blonde hair, flawless fair skin, and a smile that would drive you nuts. He had full, soft lips, and his kisses were just out of this world. And he was all mine! Walter loved me very much, and he often told me so. His cock was not too big at first, but during the four years we were together it grew to a nice hairless four-inch beauty, and he was just beginning to shoot a little cum when I had to leave Birmingham. Our favorite activity was to strip naked and get in the 69 position, with Walter on top and my dick buried in his throat. He would keep it there going up and down on me until I shot my load down his gullet. I would often reach up with my mouth and take his little balls in my mouth and using my lips I would kind of shoot them out of my lips with just enough pressure to make him groan and sort of jump. As his dick grew he finally was able to hit the back of my throat with his cock head, and when he could finally shoot his load it was just enough to get a good taste. What a wonderful boy he was. He was really too beautiful to be a boy. He should have been a Greek god. After I'd been in Birmingham for about a year, when I was 12 years old, I joined the Boy Scouts. What an incredible impact this was to have on my life! By that time I was well into my growth spurt, well over five feet nine inches tall, and had pubic hair and a five-inch cock. By the time I was 13, I was already 6 feet tall and my cock looked like a grown man's. It was almost five inches when soft, and very thick. I took to Scouting like a fish takes to water. My scoutmaster was also my Sunday school teacher at the church we went to. Our church sponsored the scout troop. We went camping every month, rain or shine, cold or hot. My scoutmaster's name was Pete. He said, "The only way you can learn to cope with the outdoors is live in it in all kinds of weather." This was in 1936, and back then we hiked to our camp sites usually over Shades Mountain, through Cooper's Dairy Farm, and down to the Cahaba River where we had a great swimming hole about 10 feet deep. There was a rope swing high up in a tree that you could swing out on and either drop or dive into the deep part of the river. Of course, we all skinny-dipped since it was way back in the boonies and no one would ever see us. Now at 12, I was at least 5'9" tall and a near-adult-size cock. As we ran around naked with our cocks flopping, our scoutmaster looked us all over pretty well. On my first camp-out he told me to bunk in with him in his tent that night, and after that I was always his tent-mate. That first night, when we got in the tent to go to bed, he said it was too hot to get under blankets. So we just lay there on top of our bedding in our underwear until it cooled off some. He reached over and pulled me over close to him and started massaging my shoulders, and then started going down my chest and stomach, and finally to my genitals. By this time I was as hard as a rock. He then kissed my lips and neck, back to my ears, and down my chest and stomach around my balls and the pubic area just above my cock. And then he took my rock-hard dick into his mouth and started sucking it. He brought me to an incredible orgasm before he stopped sucking me. I was both excited and scared, but I was also smart enough to know what was going on. So I just reached over, grabbed his eight inch erection which was standing straight up, and started jacking him off. Man; what a cock he had! It was thick and very hard but felt like velvet to the touch. He moaned and seemed to be enjoying it, and then he said, "Why don't you suck it." I had never sucked anyone's but Walter's, and his was a little-boy's cock. And here Pete -- a grown man of 24 or 25 -- wanted me to suck his thick 8-inch uncut cock. I didn't know if I wanted to or not, but I liked Pete, and he made me feel grown up. So I went down on him and did the best job I could, even though it was so big it was hard for me to get very much of it in my mouth at that time. But he praised me for it and told me we would get to do it many times more during our time in the Scouts. From then on, after going to bed we went right to a naked 69 position, with me on top and Pete's big cock down my throat, and my five inches buried in his throat. We got each other off sometimes as much as three or four times in a night. I loved the taste of Pete's cock and remember that it was actually kind of sweet. He'd cum in a big load, and it was hard to get it all swallowed without leaking some. We learned to pace each other so we'd get off about the same time and then we'd pull off and lie down next to each other and kiss and swap part of the cum with each other. Truly I loved this man more than anyone I had ever known, and he also loved me. He was so thoughtful and he was always either getting me something or doing something for me. He taught me all about the out-of-doors and how to mount insects, making butterfly mounts out of cigar boxes. He taught me to recognize every tree in the forest by its name. I learned how to lay a fire and which kind of wood was best for a cooking fire, and which was best for a warming fire. I learned to make a reflecting fire that would throw heat into our tent on cold camp outs. My aunt thought that Pete was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I had to agree with her because I truly loved him. Pete went to work early in the morning, working for a big cotton mill in their Standards Department, and he got off about 4:00 in the afternoon and rode the bus home every day. He lived in my block just three houses up the street from me, and every day I would meet his bus. When he got off, I would give him a big hug and walk him home. His wife worked as an office girl for a doctor in downtown Birmingham and never got home until well after 6:00. I often had to dodge Walter to be with Pete, but really it was more exciting to 69 with Pete than with Walter, although I loved them both. Sometimes I would 69 with Walter and then tell him I had to meet Pete's bus at four fifteen and go over some scout things with him. Then Pete and I would 69 at his house. Pete didn't work on Saturdays, so many times just the two of us would leave Friday after he got off work and hike over on Shades Mountain which was about three miles from our house and camp at a big spring we knew about. We'd get in our tent and have sex several times during the afternoon and that night. We'd cook our supper and breakfast and make a sandwich or hot dogs for lunch on Saturday, and then after one more sucking session we'd hike back home on Saturday afternoon. He had to get ready to teach Sunday school on Sunday morning. Sometimes on Sunday afternoon after Church and the noon meal, he'd call me and ask if I'd like to take a hike over on Shades Mountain, and of course I always wanted to go with him because I knew we'd find a place to have sex. My aunt always wanted me to be with him too, because he was known as a fine young married man. From 1936 until the summer of 1939, Pete and I had sex most every day and on many weekends we camped out and had sex several times during our camp-out. Every summer we spent a week at Double Oaks Scout Camp, a camp in the mountains that was owned by the Boy Scout Council. Pete always got one of his vacation weeks off to take the troop to summer camp. In every troop area there was a smaller cabin just for the scoutmasters. It was just big enough to have room for three bunks. Pete always had me bunk in with him to help him keep up with all the younger scouts. So we'd move out one of the bunks and use the space for storage of our things. After lights out at night we'd have us some real good times sucking each other, and it was here that Pete first butt-fucked me. I know he had planned it out because he came with a tube of KY, and I'd never seen it before this summer camp. I had not been butt fucked since Jack McIntyre had done it back when I was 10 years old and especially not with a dick as large as Pete had. This was the summer of 1937, and I was 13 years old. He had me come over to his bed, and he held me in his arms and kissed me and loved me, and then asked me if I wanted to try it. Of course, if Pete asked me if I want my head cut off I would have said "sure, if you want to do it". He played around with my back door pucker, and he first pushed in his finger and wallowed it around in my ass until it got kind of soft and felt open. He then went with two fingers then three, and I just seemed to open up like it was meant to be. He used a lot of lube in my ass and then slicked up his eight-inch pole real slick, and he had me lay on my back so I could look up at him. He pushed my legs back to my shoulders to expose my hole to his proud pole. He leaned down and kissed me with a deep searching tongue as he eased the head of his slick pole in to my hole. I was surprised because it did not hurt like it had done when Jack McIntyre had first done it to me back in 1934. Pete took it real slow and easy until he bottomed out in me and then he started pulling out and pushing back in, and I got the most wonderful feeling I had ever known while having sex this way. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me, as he would shove his dick into me. It didn't take long for me to shoot the biggest load I have ever shot, and the first shot hit me in the mouth and the rest shot between our bodies. Just as I shot my load, Pete also let his fly into my bottom. He really did fill me up to overflowing. I had to go to the latrine and sit on the pot and strain to let it all drain out of my backside. Thereafter, we added this to our lovemaking repertoire. I also got to fuck him, but I really enjoyed it more when he fucked me. I learned just what to do to make him feel good as I fucked him or he fucked me. Most of the time, whichever one of us was on bottom would shoot his load just as the one doing the fucking came to a climax and had an orgasm. We got so used to each other that we just knew when it was time to let it go to climax. These were the happiest time of my entire life. I had the man I loved more than anyone else in the world and I know he felt the same way about me. I should have known it would not last, because it seemed I was TOO happy. And sure enough it didn't. My mother and daddy got back together in the spring of 1939 and were now living in rural Florida, and she wanted to get her children back home again. I was really crushed because I was so in love with Pete. I didn't want to go live with a man I despised... a man who walked out on me when I was young and had never noticed me anyway. I knew he didn't give a damn about me, and truthfully I don't think he really wanted me back. But my aunt and uncle felt that it was best for me that I go back and live with my parents. Can you imagine going from a large city to live in a small farming town in South Florida? It was as much of a culture shock as moving from the country to the city had been. And after having my own bedroom in a nice middle-class home, I went to living in an over-crowded shack. I shared a single bed with my youngest brother, who was 6 years old. On a pallet on the floor next to my bed was my 8-year-old brother. My 14-year-old brother and my 12-year-old brother slept in a double bed in a small room that was just big enough for the bed and a passageway to walk through. Mother and Dad had a Murphy bed in the front room, which also served as the sitting room during the day. My cousin was no longer with us, and my older brother was 19 and had a job in Georgia. I was crushed leaving a wonderful middle class home in Birmingham, and the man I worshipped, to go live in this dump. I was the oldest kid at home, but that didn't do anything for me. By now, at age 15, I was 6' 3" tall and weighed 185 pounds. I was fast as a deer, and I went out for high school football. To my surprise I was quite good at it. I made the varsity team as a freshman (9th grader) and set the rushing record for a running back at that school my freshman year. But more important than that, I met a very special boy who lived down the street from us. His name was CG. CG was only 8 years old, and before long he worshipped me. We lived on the south shore of Lake Okoalofkee, and this boy and I would go across some woods and skinny dip in the lake. In those days the lake was much cleaner than it is now, and we often drank right from the lake. CG and I were like Mutt and Jeff, me being a tall 15-year-old and him only 8. But we didn't care, because we loved each other. This started a sexual affair the lasted off and on for 12 years between us. I will always remember the first time with CG. We were swimming in the lake, and CG dove between my legs and grabbed my dick as he swam through my legs. Then I did the same thing to him, brushing against his skinny little legs. And then, to my surprise, he ducked under water and took my cock in his mouth. When he came up for air, I told him we should find a place on shore so we could really have fun together. We sucked each other off that day, and it continued almost every day until I was grown. (Of course I didn't get to be with him while I was in the Army during World War II for three years, and I was only home some of the time during my college years.) As an 8-year-old, CG was just a small beautiful little golden-blonde, with peaches and cream skin and deep brown eyes. He was so beautiful. His hair had a reddish tint to it that looked like gold. His little circumcised cock was about 2-1/2 inches long but would get real hard. His little cocklet, with its exposed purple head, was very beautiful - just like the rest of him. After I jacked him to his first dry orgasm, he always looked forward to me getting him off. He learned to take my 7-inch cock all the way down his throat, and would go up and down with his head until I shot my load down his throat and into his gullet. I watched CG's dick develop from the immature 2-1/2 inches until at 19 he had a cock that was over 7 inches long and very thick. I had no trouble sucking CG after he had grown, since I had learned to take Pete's thick 8-inch cock down my throat before I had gone back to live with my parents. Oddly enough, my father never did pay much attention to me, even after I grew to be as big as I was, and I pretty well did as I wanted to and went when and where I wanted to go. That is one reason I spent so much time with CG. My parents never knew where I was most of the time. After I had made such a name for my self playing football my father would brag about it to other men when they came around because it made him look good, but I didn't give a damn because I knew he didn't give a damn about me anyway. In 1939 my father bought a new Chevrolet car but he would not let anyone drive it but himself. Other boys in the school would get their father's car to go on dates. If I ever dated, I had to arrange to double date with one of my friends who could get his fathers car. I didn't date much because I loved CG more than any girl I knew, and I would rather be with him than any girl in the school. School was easy for me and I was always on the honor roll. I think this was because back when I lived in Birmingham, Pete expected me to make the best grades and I did it for him. After I moved to Florida I still made good grades out of habit. I played several sports: football, basketball, baseball, and track. My biggest cheering section beside my younger brothers was CG. He never missed a football game and he was always there at track meets and other sports. After the game I would find CG and we would do something together. Usually this ended up with us having sex together before either of us would go home. When I graduated from high school I was 19 and CG was 12, and he was still the beautiful golden blonde brown-eyed boy I loved so much. Three days after I graduated from high school I had to go into the Army. I spent the night with CG, and he cried the whole night before I left. Let me explain CG's house. It was huge and his room was way off the back of the house and had built in bunk beds. He loved to work on radios and build them from scratch. He had a work bench all the way across the back of his room and a set of windows that looked out over one of his dad's farm fields. I loved spending the night with him, and his mother and dad loved me and were happy that I was CG's friend. It was almost like he knew we would not see each other for a long time, and he was right, because I was gone for 3 years - most of it spent overseas fighting the Japanese. I had been wounded in action on May 13th 1945 on Luzon and was in the hospital when the atomic bombs were dropped on Japan. I was sent back to the states and stationed in the hospital at Fort Bragg, North Carolina from October of 1945 until March of 1946 when I was discharged. I would get a month-long furlough and go home, then I had to go back to the hospital for another physical and then they'd give me another furlough for a month. During these times CG and I were always together either at his house or at mine. While I was gone to war my parents bought a new house in a better part of the town and it had several bedrooms so when I came back I was allowed to use one of the bedrooms for my own. My room had twin beds in it and CG would spend the night with me and sometimes I would spend the night with him. When he spent the night with me, we just used one of the twin beds in my room. He was an only child and his parents were prosperous farmers and very well off money-wise. His dad liked me a lot and was proud of my school sports and also my Army record. I had been awarded the Silver Star and also a Bronze Star with V device and of course I got a Purple Heart for getting wounded. CG's father thought I was some kind of hero and really he thought more of me than my own father did. The last time CG sucked me off was the night before I got married. I was 26 years old and he was 19 years old and he was crying all that night, just like before I left for the Army. He had asked if he could spend the night with me, as it would be the last time we'd be together for a long time. It worked out well because he was in my wedding as an attendant. After we went to bed he came over to my bed and crawled into my arms and buried his head into my chest and his tears wet my chest as he cried. I lifted his head and kissed him on those beautiful full lips and buried my tongue in his mouth and he returned my kiss. I stripped his boxers off of him and buried his 7-inch cock into my throat and he moved around into a 69 position and gobbled down my almost-7-nch dick. We soon had each other moaning with pleasure and all too soon we were shooting our loads down each other's throats. We just lay there in each other's arms the rest of the night knowing it would be the last time for us to be together. CG later married, and he and his wife had four children - all boys. He took over his father's farming operation, and before he died of a heart attack in 1999 he was a very rich man. After I left the Army, I enrolled at the University of Florida and got my BS degree and a Masters Degree there. While I was a student at the University I became a Scoutmaster for the troop at my church, and I organized my troop just like Pete had done with our troop back in Birmingham. (Oh; I didn't tell you I became an Eagle Scout before I was 17 years old?) I would look at all those cute little 11- and 12-year-old boys and almost cream in my jeans. During our first campout I settled on a boy named Terry, who was fairly well developed. He was almost 12 years old and beautiful. He was close to 5'5" in height and weighted about 110 pounds. His hair was light brown and he had green eyes and beautiful dimples in his cheeks. His lips were full and soft. He had a fair sized circumcised cock, a little over four inches long with just the beginning of pubic hair. Terry became my tent mate, and that first night I seduced him in blatant imitation of what Pete had done that first time with me. After we went to bed, we lay on top of our sleeping bags in our underwear because it was a very warm night. I reached over and pulled him over to me and started rubbing his shoulders and then down his chest and stomach until I was letting my hands glide across just above his cock. Each time my fingers slid over his pubic area, he would give a little inhale and suck in his breath. I knew he was as hard as a rock. Then I started kissing him on the cheek, and then his lips, and back to his ears and down his neck. My mouth when down to his little nipples, and when my tongue teased the little nubs he would suck in air. Then I let my lips drop on down to kiss his little belly button, and then kissed farther down to his pubic area until my face was right against his stiff cock. But I went around it to his balls and took them in my mouth and let each one kind of pop out of my lips with a little squeeze. He sucked in a breath at this also, and I then let my tongue slide up the underside of his pole until I got to the smooth head, and then I buried it to the bottom in my mouth. I sucked him up and down for a few minutes and he reached over and began pushing down my boxers so he could get to my dick. He was soon taking it into his mouth and doing a fairly decent job of sucking me as I sucked him. It didn't take long before we both shot our loads into each other's mouth, with Terry shooting a surprisingly big load. After this he always wanted to have sex with me, and soon I was introducing him to butt fucking, which he loved. Most of the time he wanted to be the bottom, and I really liked that, although I also enjoyed it when he fucked me a number of times. The first time I fucked Terry was on a week-long summer camp. I took a tube of KY in my toilet kit and that night when he came over to my bed I slipped my finger in the crack of his ass and rubbed his little pucker. He sighed and I kissed down his chest and stomach and sucked his balls. Then I lifted his legs and kissed the perineum until I had my tongue in his crack and started tonguing his little pucker. I tongue-fucked him until I got him so hot he was wiggling so much that he couldn't stay still. I then put some KY on my finger and slid it up into his back door. He sort of sucked in air when I first slipped my finger in but he soon was sliding down to meet my inward push. I then moved in with two fingers and slid them around getting his hole to relax and open all the way. When I told him I wanted to fuck him, he said "yeah; go ahead." I slicked KY all over my dick, put a large glob in his love tunnel, and then eased the head of my cock into his opening. He took it like he had been doing it all his life. He said it didn't hurt, and so I fed my whole cock to him and started fucking him with long sliding strokes. He loved it! With things going so well, I was surprised that he orgasmed as I was fucking him. He had shot his load between us, most of it up against my chest. And as his cock was shooting cum, he tightened down on my dick so hard it made me go over the edge, and I filled his bottom with a big load. He chuckled and said "That was great! Can we do it some more?" So we did it again before we got up the next morning. I started with Terry when he was almost 12 years old, and he stayed in the troop with me until he was 16 years old, but then his family moved away. We did just about everything two lovers could do with each other during this time together. He loved it and fell head-over-heals in love with me. He loved being on the bottom of our fuck-sessions, and would ask me to fuck him every time we went camping. I had to be very careful because I had to please my wife and also be sure there was no suspicion about this young scout and me. I was scoutmaster in that troop for over 15 years, and I've lost count of the number of boys I played around with sexually during that time frame. In all that time I always had some young boy as my sexual playmate. With some we just jacked off and sucked each other, but several I fucked. I had a system in picking each boy. I practiced "serial monogamy with my boys, never touching any other boy during the time one was my tent mate. Whenever I felt the urge to be with my boy, I would find an excuse to go on a recon over-night with him, saying I had to check out the area before I took the Troop on the scheduled campout. I did this just so we could be alone and have some hot sex together. When we would go off together like this, it gave us the freedom to have sex in more ways and do it many more times, because I didn't have the Troop to look after. Every boy I picked to be my playmate not only learned to love our sex but also fell in love with me, and I also loved him. Most of them went on to get married and have families. Many of them still call me when they are in town and sometimes they tell me they still love me very much. Most of those boys are now in their mid-60s and are retiring or have retired from their work. Three of them, to my knowledge, are Scoutmasters and are running their troops just like Pete and I ran our troops. I wouldn't be surprised if they are also boy-lovers and have a special boy as their tent mate. After my own sons got old enough to be scouts, I had to pull back on my boy-loving and spend more time with my own kids. We moved to South Carolina, and I became a teacher at a private school in a small town in South Carolina. Since I was a teacher, my children got to go to the school free. During this time-frame of some 10 years, I was able to have relationships with six different boys. One of them, a boy named Brad, I especially loved and still do. He was a very smooth dark skinned boy with jet-black hair and deep brown eyes. He was really beautiful. He was only 8 years old the first time we had sex, but he gave me the best blowjob I ever had. And he was also the last boy I ever had sex with, when he was 15 and I was 71 years old. It all started with neither of us feeling like this would happen, until the situation came about for us to do it. Brad's mother was a slut, and he had no dad. She did not look after him at all. In fact she liked to dump him off on anyone who would let her do it. He was a friend of my youngest son and they played on the same Little League team. I would pick him up and take him to his games and practices. His ma would go off with some dude, and Brad wouldn't know where she was. Sometimes she'd be gone for several days at the time, and he began staying at our house more and more. One time my wife took our kids to Florida to visit her parents, and Brad was there at our house. I could not leave because I had some school duties to look after. My family was going to be gone for a week, and Brad and I were there at the house together. I got us fed, and we took our showers and sat around in our boxers, and then went to bed. I had not been in bed long before Brad came into my room and said, "Can I sleep with you? I am so lonely." I just lifted the covers and he slid into bed with me. He snuggled into me, pushing his beautiful little bottom into my groin. I started getting hard right away, and he reached back and grabbed my dick. He said something like "What is that? A flashlight?" Well, that started it. I kissed him on the cheek, but he turned his head to make his lips come in contact with my lips. And then he really put a kissing on me with a full open mouth. He kissed around to my ears and then kissed down my chest and stomach, opened my boxers, and licked the head of my cock. Then he took it into his mouth and started sucking it. I was a little taken aback at first, but I asked him if he knew what he was doing. He told me he had wanted to love me for a long time, and would I please love him back. This boy was 8 years old, and already knew about oral sex. He wanted to do anything I wanted to do with him. He said "Please just love me!" Brad took my dick down his throat and I didn't think a boy that small could do it. But he did, and he really gave me one of the best blowjobs I'd had in a long time. Brad loved it when I would cum in his mouth. He told me he loved to taste me that way. During the next 7 years, Brad and I spent a lot of time together and we sucked and fucked each other every time we could get together. His mother didn't keep up with him, and he would always come to our house if she were gone off somewhere. As Brad grew, he got more handsome each year. He also developed a cock that grew to a large 7 inches by the time he was 15 years old. Truly Brad was more beautiful than many of the present-day movie stars. He grew to be 6 feet tall and weigh in at about 190 pounds, with a well-developed body. One time when Brad was 10 years old that I remember so fondly was when I had to make a trip to Atlanta for a refresher course for school. I was to be gone for two weeks and so my wife took our kids down to Florida to visit her parents while I was to be gone. Brad's mother took this time to leave on one of her extended trips away with some man, and she left Brad all alone with no money and not much at their house for him to eat. My wife had not been gone long, and I was to leave soon for Atlanta. Just as I got loaded up to leave, Brad came up and said "Pops; what are you doing?" I told him I had to go to Atlanta to attend a refresher course for school, and he told me he was all alone. I couldn't just leave that wonderful little boy there all alone with no way to eat and no one to look after him, so I said "Come on, Brad; you'll have to go with me. We went by his mobile home and left a note for his mother, telling her that during her absence he had come to stay at our house, and so we just took him with us when we had to go out of town. We then drove on to Atlanta, and I checked into a downtown motel near where the course was to be taught. I told Brad he'd have to sleep-in until noon every day and stay in the room while I was gone. The course finished up at noon each day and the rest of the day was spent going to some of the attractions around Atlanta. I took Brad to the Six Flags Over Georgia amusement park and to a Braves baseball game and several other things while we were in Atlanta. Each night, we had plenty of hot sex with each other. That first night when we reached Atlanta, we went down and went swimming in the motel swimming pool, then took showers and went out to eat. When we got back, we undressed and lay down in the bed, and soon Brad had his hands in my skivvies. I pulled off his boxers and his little circumcised cock was standing up almost 4 inches tall and ready for action. He started in to suck my boner, and was well on his way to getting me off when he pulled off and said "Pops; please fuck me." I had some hand lotion in my dock kit, so I took it out and used it to slick him up and open him up with my fingers. When I had him ready, I took a squirt of lotion in my hand and slid it all over my cock. Then I pushed his legs back to his shoulders, opening his little-boy hole up for easy entry. He put his legs on my shoulders and said "Fuck me good, Pops!" I eased my cock head into his soft pucker and pushed it in just enough to get the head in, then stopped to let him get used to it. He soon told me to go ahead and slide it all the way in. I was soon bottomed out, with my pubic hair tickling his nuts. I started out with short strokes until he said "Fuck me hard, Pops!" So I started pumping him with all I had. He was lifting his little bottom up to meet my every down stroke as I slammed my big cock into his tight little boy-pussy. His hard four-inch cock was bobbing every time I slammed into him and he rose up to meet my downward push. He was grunting and sucking in his breath on very stroke until he locked his legs around my body and yelled "Pops; I'm cumming!" And he shot a load onto his and my chest. When I felt his ring tighten up on my cock, it brought me to a climax, and I let loose a load in his little bottom like I hadn't let loose in a long time. We just lay there with my hard cock still buried in his love chute. I rolled over and kept my cock in his bottom until he was sitting on me. He leaned down and kissed me with one of the most precious kisses that I had ever received. He said "I love you, Pops, so much! It seems you are the only one who has ever loved me, and I wish I could be with you forever." When my course was over, we went back home and a day or two later my family came back to town. I talked to my wife and asked if she thought it would be possible to adopt Brad. Well, to tell you the truth, she would have nothing to do with it. She said we had enough kids of our own without taking in every little waif who came along. Brad was soon taken by Children and Family Services and removed from his mother. I always will believe it was my wife who tipped them off about Brad's condition. I got to be with Brad one more time when he was 15 years old. He had been allowed to go visit his mother and he ran over to our house. It just so happened that my family were all gone for several days, and Brad and I were able to spend about 3 hours together before he had to go back to his social worker to leave again. He said. "Pops please make love with me one more time before I have to go back." I took him in my arms and held him in a tight hug, kissing him repeatedly as I started undressing him. He also was undressing me, and soon we stood completely naked. I led him to my bedroom and we lay on my bed, and I just held him in my arms in a tight embrace until he kissed me in a deep open mouth kiss. He then kissed my cheek and around to my ear and then down my chest and stomach and down until he had my big balls in his mouth. He squeezed each ball slightly until I was almost going crazy with the pleasure he was giving me. He then kissed up the underside of my 7-inch cock and licked the now-flowing pre-cum from my cock. He then bottomed out, taking every bit of my cock all the way down his gullet, until my pubic bush was tickling his nose. I then did a cartwheel, moving my feet up to his head and taking his cock into my mouth. I buried it into my throat. We kept up this naked 69 until both of us had cum large loads into each other's mouth. We then lay side-by-side hugging and loving each other until we both got hard again. Brad looked me in my eye as he leaned in to kiss me and said, "Pops; please fuck me one more time." I got up and went to the bathroom and got the KY from the cabinet and walked back to the bed. I then started kissing Brad and finally got down to his balls. I sucked and mouthed his ball sack and each marble-sized nut, and then kissed down his perineum until I reached his beautiful well-formed ass. I pushed it open as I kissed down into the crack and finally was able to get my tongue on his cute little pink pucker. As my tongue licked and pushed at his little pucker, he sucked in air and wiggled all over the place. I tongue-fucked him, and he was so hot he said, "Pops you'd better go ahead before I cum again." I then took some KY and eased a finger into his love chute and started moving my finger around and as deep as my long finger would go in. I could feel him opening up and I put in two fingers and then three fingers and he was completely relaxed and open. I then put a large blob of KY in his love tunnel and slicked my cock up with KY and slipped the head of my rock-hard cock into his boy pussy. He sighed as I slowly pushed in until I was completely bottomed out in his hot little hole. I then started slowly stroking him, first with short strokes, and then long but slow strokes. He said, "Fuck me hard Pops," and I started slamming my thick cock into him as hard as I could. He purred like an over-grown cat, he was in so much pleasure. On every down stroke my balls would slap against his beautiful butt cheeks with a loud slapping noise. I was really giving him a hard fuck, and he was enjoying every bit of it. Since we had already sucked each other off earlier, this fucking session went a lot longer before we climaxed. I could feel my balls start to draw up to my body in the first stage of an eruption, and then Brad screamed out in a loud voice, saying "Pops I'm cummmmmmmming!" I could feel his butt ring tighten on my hard cock, and I couldn't hold it any longer. My whole insides seemed to erupt into his tight teenage ass with the largest load I had shot in a long time. We turned onto our sides with my dick still inside him, and we just held each other and both seemed to take a little nap. When we came back down to earth he said, "Pops I have to meet my social worker in 15 minutes, and then I will have to go." I kissed him deeply and told him I loved him and wished we could be together forever, but we both knew that would never happen. That was the last time I saw Brad again. Of course he is now a grown man, but I don't know where he lives. I guess that is for the best. I am now 84 years old and still a boy-lover at heart. But I have no boys to love, so I read stories on Nifty Archive and sometimes drift into an erotic dream world just thinking about it. I miss very much having a boy to love, but it is hard for an old dude to attract young boys at this age. So I guess all I have left is dreaming about all the beautiful boys I have known and loved through all these years. Life has been wonderful for me, and I will live out the rest of my days loving boys. The End If you have comments or questions, write to me at james82usa@yahoo.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 55