Date: Wed, 04 Jan 2006 18:07:09 -0500
From: S. Teller <swga7777@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Life Worth Living - Chapter 5

All the usual disclaimers. If you're under 18 years old, if discussion of
graphic sexuality offends you, or if for any reason you're on this site and
shouldn't be then leave immediately. Although much of the material depicted
here has a basis in real events, much of the detail has been enhanced for
readability. Names and places changed to preserve anonymity.

A Life Worth Living - Chapter 5

Thanks for reading so far, hope you've enjoyed the things that went on in my
early life and how I became aware of my sexuality. Starting with Chapter 5
I'll summarize some repetitive events and dwell more on new happenings that
had more effect and prominence. Tell me by feedback how this works for you,
the reader.

Since the events of Chapter 4 approximately 2 years have expired. Suffice to
say those 2 years were active for a young teenager. I'll briefly summarize
the development of events that started in 1962. I'm now nearing 16 years
old.

Wade, Bill, and I and occasionally Jason still get together whenever the
opportunity comes up. Jason has gotten fairly homophobic, but still comes
around when the urges get to strong. I suspected at this time that he would
probably have problems with all this later in life. None of the rest of us
give it to much credence as life changing activity. We're in the 60's here.
The beginning of the sexual revolution but in conservative "Bible Belt"
areas such as we are in the revolution took a while to develop. All the
girls are "super virgins", the guys are "red neck" (but very familiar with
their hand). We were just dabbling in what lots of people would be doing 10
or 20 years later.

Mrs. Smith (Ellen) and I still see each other fairly often, maybe 2 r 3
times a month when the opportunity is right. She got married again about a
year ago to one of the "older men" she was dating when she and I first
started seeing each other. He's about 10 years older, which makes him mid
40's, and a quite successful Real Estate Developer and Broker. Ellen doesn't
have to work anymore and she and Wade have moved to a much larger home in
another part of the city. Wade is  pleased by the changes because there
isn't the financial pressure at home and Ellen has plenty of free time. She
still keeps a part time job and does various volunteer work. Since Wade has
an after school job (as do I) the opportunities for Ellen and I to get
together are usually when her husband (Robert) is out of town on business
and Wade is working. No one has ever found out our little secret and she and
I are still each others "objects of lust", as we began terming our
clandestine liaisons.

Wades cousin, Tony, still visits every few weeks and the three of us get it
on when he does. He has brought several of his Gay/Bi friends with him for
the weekend a few times and we pair up and swap partners when he does.
Sometimes he gets a hotel room for our playtime and so we don't have to
worry about Ellen or Robert walking in. I believe they may suspect he's into
something a little different but at that point in time the level of
suspicion wasn't as high about such things as it would be today. We had
learned the definition of the term Bi-Sexual and each of us basically
embraced that as our personal definition. Guys, yes, but girls also...

The swim team was going great. I'll be in the 10th grade next year (it's
Summer again now) and swim on the Varsity team. Still not an outstanding
performer, but I can hold up my leg of a relay and generally place in the
top three of any singles competition. Coach had us all begin weight training
last year and I've developed out to a 42 inch chest, really nice biceps,
went down slightly to a 26 inch waist, but the ass and legs continue to
maintain a nice shapely muscled structure. Several of the Girls Swim Team
tell me their envious of my shape which at this point was 42 26 28, but
masculine in nature. The Girls Team is another thing all together. It seems
because of my size and appearance I'm frequently mistaken for being at least
a couple of years older. The Junior and Senior girls we're talking to me
freely by the time I was a Freshman. Most of the older guys on the swim team
were either tall and skinny or short and skinny. It turns out I was the
"hunk". Personally though, I was then and generally remained what was
defined as a "nerd". I did my homework, made good grades, obeyed my parents,
and applied myself to whatever I was doing. I was invited to try out, but
turned down the football team. They wanted me for a running back, I didn't
particularly want to be tackled by guys a hundred pounds heavier than me. I
was still to short for basketball. Turning down the football coach wasn't a
good political move though. It got me on the outs with the "jock" crowd...
branded a "fag" by them (even though I'd never had any of them... would have
if they'd wanted to though). It was more of a kid thing than a lifestyle
branding though and I realized it at the time. On the other hand, I was
still popular with the swim team group and the school intellectual crowd.
Neither group gave much thought to what the "jocks" had to say. That kind of
made the cheerleaders off limits. Even though I had classes with several of
them and got along well, they even knew my name. It wasn't politically
expedient for their high school popularity to associate with the "fag" who
wouldn't even go out for football when the coach asked him to. It was
different during the Summer though.
I had a part time job, as did Wade and Bill and Jason. I waited tables at an
"all you can eat" catfish restaurant one night during the week and one night
on the weekend, either Friday or Saturday night. I was paid a dollar an hour
plus tips and generally could make 35 or 40 dollars a week working 12 hours
a week. During the Summer the boss told me I could work any other times I
wanted to, just come on to work, no set schedule. He knew I had swim team
practice. Swim team was the other week day afternoons plus "free style"
practice on Saturdays. Out of my pay I banked 15 or 20 dollars a week and
had plenty of spending money. Minimum wage in 1964 was $1.25 and hour so I
was really doing pretty good for a 15 year old. During the Summer I still
had the lawn mowing jobs I had been doing for 3 or 4 years. Since Spring
starts early in the South, I mowed lawns on Saturdays starting in late April
or early May and going usually into mid October. The year I was 14 I earned
almost 500 dollars mowing grass and banked most of it. My entertainment was
cheap since Wade, Bill, Tony (and his friends) and I entertained each other
during a lot of our free time. This Summer I was on my way to a record
breaking "lawn mowing season". It was late June and I had already made over
$200 dollars mowing and was working an extra evening a week at the
restaurant so my take thee was about $50 or a little bit more. That Summer I
had right at a thousand dollars in the bank and was hoping for two thousand
by the time I turned 16. That would be enough to by a new Mustang or GTO.
Either one could be bought in a stripped down version for less than $2000.
That wasn't bad money to have put away when, in 1964 a decent adult wage
earner salary was $12000 a year.

Then an interestingly lucky event took place.

A couple of weeks before Tony had been down to visit. He had brought a
"friend" with him who was quite a bit older, probably in his mid forties.
Wade was put off by his age and decided not to play, but Tony and his
friend, Alvin had gotten a room at a nice hotel and invited us over.  I had
decided to stay even though Wade backed out after seeing Tony's friend.
Alvin was a nice guy, just older. Slight pot belly, more body hair than I
usually like on a guy, slightly thinning hair... I figured I could blow him
maybe fuck him and be gone, no big deal. I really was kind of a "slut" about
that, just didn't know the term then. Alvin was into young guys, that's why
he had hooked up with Tony. When Tony told him he had some much younger
friends Alvin had insisted until Tony lined it up. Wade had disappointed
him, but I wasn't going to. When Alvin took off his pants though I knew I'd
enjoy it. Even though he wasn't a physically impressive guy, his dick was
probably ten or eleven inches and very thick, as much as I could get my
mouth around. I sucked him a little then he said he wanted to fuck me. I
rolled over like a beach ball and stuck my ass in the air. I knew I could
handle it even though he was bigger than any single guy I'd done yet. Wade
and Tony had "double fucked" me a couple of times and my ass hole seemed to
have an infinite ability to stretch to accommodate. Alvin lubed up his dick
and jumped on. He thought I'd beg for mercy, but once I got him in I urged
him on, deeper and deeper. He was touching places that had never been fucked
and it felt great. Before I climaxed I had him roll over and I mounted him
from on top, sliding him all the way in and sitting flush down on his
enormous dick. Reaching up and pulling on my nipples I told Tony to suck my
hard dick. His lips closed over me and he stroked about three times before I
started cumming from the depth of my guts. Tony got a mouth full and backed
off in time for a couple of more shots to splatter across Alvin's chest.
Leaning forward I licked the cum off of his chest hair and felt him start
shooting in my bowels. I stayed there with them for a couple of hours and
sucked and fucked both of then twice, getting a full taste of both and
having several what I had started calling "ass climaxes", those climaxes
that arise from not even touching my dick.

About 10 o'clock I needed to leave so I got up, cleaned up, took a quick
shower and got ready to leave. Alvin pressed me against the wall by the
door, pulling on my nipples and pushing his thick tongue down my throat. I
almost stayed for another round, but had swim practice the next morning so I
had to go. Alvin shook my hand as I left, pressing a twenty dollar bill in
the palm. Looking at it I said, "What's this for ?", not really
understanding.

Tony jumped in then, taking my arm and leading me out the door. "You showed
him a real good time and he's showing his appreciation. Just take the money,
he has plenty and he likes younger guys."

Stopping for a moment and considering it, I realized I was crossing a
threshold here. "OK,", I agreed. "Anytime he wants to come back just make
sure he understands it's the same deal though. If he wants to pay for it I
don't mind taking his money. I enjoyed it as much as he did but if he wants
to pay for it that's fine with me.".

Tony called a couple of days later and told me Alvin had a good friend there
in the city where we lived that he had told about me. He asked Tony to see
if it was all right for him to give his friend my name. His friend would be
interested in the same kind of deal I had with Alvin. Considering it for a
couple of minutes, I told Tony to tell Alvin it was OK, but only this one
friend. I figured if I could make an extra $20 a week from his friend then I
could get to my goal to buy a car that much quicker. Tony told me he would
get back to me with details later and assured me everyone would be very
discreet about it.

A couple of days later the Junior English teacher at the high school called
my parents. He had heard that I did lawn mowing and wanted to know if I'd be
interested in keeping his yard up for him. I knew who it was, Mr. C (not his
real name or job). Mr. C was early 40's, single and lived alone in a rather
large house near the school. That put him about 3 miles from where I lived.
I told my parents OK and they called him to pass that on. Mr. C told them to
have me come over one afternoon that week and he'd show me where everything
was and what he expected. I arrived at Mr. C's house the next afternoon
about 2PM. Mr. C was off for the Summer also and I stopped when I saw his
car in the driveway. Knocking on the door, I introduced myself.

"I've been expecting you, come on in.".  Mr. C was in shorts and a t-shirt.
"I'm out by the pool, come on through and I'll tell you all about it.", he
continued.

We went through a beautifully decorated home and out through a large gourmet
cooks kitchen. Out on a tiled patio with a large in ground pool surrounded
by a privacy fence backed up by thick shrubbery. There were several nicely
padded wooden lounge chairs around the pool and a brick barbecue grill.

"Wow,", I thought. "Not bad on a teachers salary".

He saw the way I was looking at things and started in, "I couldn't afford
this on what I'm paid. My family has money and I get dividends from a lot of
stocks and bonds. The only reason I teach is to have something to do with my
days. By the way, let me get right to the point, Tony's friend, Alvin gave
me your name and told me we might have some common interests. Do you know
who I'm talking about.".

Now this was a surprise. I hadn't known how this introduction would take
place but this would not have been high on my list. I responded, "Yes, I
know Tony and Alvin. Do you know them well?".

"I don't know Tony at all, but I've known Alvin for many years. He and I are
occasional lovers and we both have an affection for attractive young men.
I've talked to Alvin about you and I know Tony has talked to you about this.
If you're interested all you have to do is say so. If you're not then no
hard feelings and nothing will ever be said about this. And, you can do my
yard work for a few weeks just so it looks good to your parents. If you do
want to become my "special friend" then you won't have to do the yard work,
but will still get paid for it. I have someone else that generally does it
anyway so if your parents come by they will see the lawn has been mowed and
the shrubbery trimmed.".

I was looking around as Mr. C talked. Nothing here looked old or used up, he
was an attractive in shape man, I suspected he had a social life and wasn't
a lonely old pervert. I began, "I think the answer is yes, we should become
special friends. You know I have other obligations though. I'm on the swim
team and have a part time job. I also do some other yard work. I don't know
how often you would want company, but we would have to work out the times.".

"That's fine with me. If you want to give up some of the other work to be
here, just let me know how much you make there and I'll make it up to you in
addition to what you earn here. I have more money than I need so it's not an
inconvenience and once we finish this conversation we need never talk about
the money again. If we please each other then I'm very generous. If it turns
out you aren't enjoying yourself then all you have to do is say so, I won't
be a bother. If I change my mind I'll say so and if you want me to introduce
you to someone else for the same arrangement I can do that. I do have some
interests you may find enlightening but as I suggest them if you don't want
to participate that's ok too. Does that all sound like an arrangement you
can live with ? Also, don't ask about the money, just trust me to be
generous, you'll see.".

"That sounds good to me,", I said. I knew I was in negotiation for an
interesting "job" of sorts, but something I had a feeling I would really
enjoy. "Do you want to get better acquainted today, or is this just an
interview ?".

He laughed, "We can certainly get better acquainted right away. Come on, let
me show you around a little. While we tour the house lets just leave our
clothes here by the pool where we can find them later.". Rising Mr. C
removed his t-shirt and shorts, no underwear. I saw an in shape guy, no gut,
nicely built and a dick about seven inches and fully erect. I stripped down
folding my clothes into a pile and turned to him. "Nice cock", he said. I'll
get better acquainted with it in a little while.". He led the way into the
house.

I noticed as we went through the house that most of the rooms had tinted
windows, and commented about it.

"Not only are the windows tinted, but the shrubbery outside is arranged so
no one can see in from the street. I designed it that way so when I'm in the
house I can be nude at all times. When you're here I want you also to not
wear anything except maybe what I provide. Which brings us to your room.".
He opened the door to a bedroom just down the upstairs hall from what I
assumed would be his room. It was tastefully decorated, full size plush bed,
piles of pillows, fresh sheets and a down comforter. Off the bedroom was a
bathroom with a large garden tub and separate shower and vanity. There were
a few things on the vanity, shampoo, cologne, etc..

"I've taken the liberty of buying a few things for you but if there's
anything you don't like just say so and I'll get what you do like or give
you money to buy what you want. I've also taken the liberty of buying a
starter supply of a few things I like to see boys wear.". Reaching into a
dresser drawer he pulled out a pair of hip hugger short shorts, laid them on
the bed and reached into another drawer for a pair of bikini panties. "This
underwear comes from a European company and is made for men. Nothing looks
worse than a man trying to wear women's underwear. Here, slip into this and
wear them while we finish our tour. I put on the panties and sure enough,
they formed around my cock like the pouch was fitted just for me. They cut
across my ass at just the right place to cover but reveal. I had always had
a problem finding clothes that fit because of the small waist and larger
hips, but this was tremendously comfortable and fit like a second skin. I
tried on the shorts and they again, fit the hips and didn't come high enough
to bother the waist. I looked at myself in the mirrored wall and my cock
throbbed...

"Wow,", I thought, "I'd fuck me if I looked this good".

"Leave off the shorts but keep the panties, I'll want to take them off you
in a few minutes.".

We proceeded on with the tour. The master bedroom was a much larger version
of my room. This was the first king sized bed I had ever seen and the garden
tub was big enough for six people. "I occasionally have several people over
for parties and the tub comes in handy. There are other guest rooms, but
your room will be all for you, or rather us since we're in agreement.
Sometimes I may be out of town on the weekend. When that happens I'll
probably ask your parents if you can house sit for me. Use any bedroom you
like then and if you want to have your friends over that's ok as long as you
don't make a mess. I do have a housekeeper who comes in three times a week
and other times on call. She's very discreet, you'll meet her one day soon.
She won't discuss anything she sees so don't worry about putting your soiled
underwear in the dirty laundry.".

Walking over and turning down his bed... Mr C held his hand out to me.
Stepping up to him, he's a couple of inches taller, he drew me into his
arms, pressing us firmly together. His hands ran down my back as our lips
met. He was a much gentler and more considerate kisser than Alvin as our
tongues met and we kissed deeply and passionately his hands roaming over my
bikini clad hips. Turning and laying me on the bed he reached and drew the
[panties from my hips, exposing my hard dick. Leaning over and kissing me
again, he said, "I like to please my partners, so please enjoy yourself. If
you're pleased then I know you'll do all you can to please me.". He took my
hard dick in his mouth and firmly and lovingly began sucking me. It didn't
take but a few minutes until I shot a nice load for him. After I had
finished he came up beside me and we kissed again deeply. "Now my turn, you
really turn me on, ever since the first time I saw you at a swim meet.".
Reaching to the bedside table he got a condom and a tube of lubricant.
Applying both expertly, a moment later he was inside me from behind,
stroking deeply as we lay on our sides. Holding me tightly He slid into me
firmly and easily. Nothing urgent or hard about it, it just felt like he was
sliding in and out constantly, my favorite ! In a few minutes his movements
got faster then he climaxed, wrapping his arms around me and rising slightly
to probe deeper. Finishing his climax, he got up and disposed of the condom,
washing up quickly afterwards. Coming back to the bed I gently sucked his
semi hard cock for a few minutes before we lay together kissing and talking
quietly. After a while we got up and went downstairs for a cold drink.

"You'd better get going, I told your parents you wouldn't be here all
afternoon this time but when you start work it will probably be four or five
hours each time.", Kissing again he asked, " Is that ok with you ? Can you
put up with me for that long ?".

Wrapping my arms around him and kissing him deeply I said, "Oh, I think I
can put up with you as long as you want me to be around.".

We were back out by the pool. I picked up my clothes and realized I still
had on the panties from upstairs. Taking them off I put on my white cotton
briefs and realized how much I liked the others. Mr C took them and said
he'd put them in the laundry. "There's plenty more in a lot of colors. We'll
work on other things we'll both probably like later.".

I got dressed and started toward the door. He stopped me and pressed my hand
warmly as we kissed again. I felt something passing from his hand to mine, I
didn't look. I gor outside and mounting my bike, rode off toward my house.
At the first corner I looked to see how much he had given me, expecting ten
or maybe twenty. Instead there was a fifty dollar bill in my hand. My heart
leapt when I realized I had just fucked with a really nice guy and he had
paid me a lot of money. My car got a lot closer.

I put the money in my pocket and cycled on home. When Mom and Dad asked me
about the interview I told them it would be a good deal. It would be a long
job but not hard and that he had promised to pay well for it. They were
happy about that because they knew I was trying to save up for a car.

I worked at the restaurant that night and made about twenty dollars in tips...
not bad, seventy bucks for a few hours waiting tables and a nice satisfying
fuck. I could learn to like this. Next day I went to the bank, my account
had grown substantially in one day. I called Mr C and asked him if he had
anything for me to do that afternoon and he said to come on over whenever I
got ready, we'd find something we'd both enjoy.

Hope the readers enjoyed this. More about Mr C in the next chapter. He
figures into the next several years of my life and really is a nice guy.
Don't think badly of him because he likes young guys, in the dame position
many of you might also.