Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2009 00:25:33 EDT
From: David Divers <daviddivers@ymail.com>
Subject: Curious-50s-boy-6

A number of readers have inquired about why I stopped writing additional
episodes of Curious 50s boy.  I had originally intended to continue on with
more, but I received an E-mail from a person who purported to be a 14 or 15
year old boy who wanted advice about seeking out an older man for sex.  I
realize that in spite of the disclaimers about being over 18 and warnings
about adults only, there is nothing to prevent anybody, regardless of age,
from reading this stuff.  At first I took it seriously and wrote two
E-mails to try to convince him to try to find an advisor/ councilor at
school or in his community that could put him in touch with a teen support
group and he could meet friends his own age.  My purpose for writing was to
tell my story, and to provide a little jack-off entertainment for horny old
men.  I don't want to influence anyone to do anything.  Since then I have
decided it could have been a set-up for entrapment.  Or, it could have been
one of you old farts just bullshitting me.

As I have pointed out, I was just a horny kid--childish in some ways but
pretty mature in others.  In private I still occasionally played with toys,
(and my peter), built model airplanes, etc.  As this story indicates I also
sucked cocks.  Today, the courts would say that I had been sexually
abused--I would say that I just got lucky.  I was neither attracted to nor
repelled by Johnny.  I was a teen.  He was an adult.  It was just an
opportunity to have sex and,( as indicated in the first chapter), I made a
conscious decision to do it.  I would have been just as attracted to
another teenager if they had approached me--or to a woman, a girl, or a
cute goat.  The fact that it became a continuing thing with both of them
was entirely my choice.  With Johnny it was sex.  With Rickey it became
love.

As an adult I have never been interested in Adult/youth encounters and have
tried to make that clear in the introductions, comments and asides of my
story.  Not judging anybody else, but that is just me.  After taking all
that into consideration, I have decided to write some more.  If it
influences anybody, Fuck `em all but six and save them for pallbearers.

The story of David the Curious 50s kid rolls on and on...

After getting cleaned up and relaxing for awhile with Johnny, I sort of
waddled home...I ached and burned...not to mention I was on a terrific
guilt trip.  In previous chapters I mentioned my revulsion at being used as
anybody's pussy...in that early part of the story I was talking about my
mouth!  You can imagine the feelings I had about getting fucked in the
ass!!!  If it wasn't for the pain I would have kicked myself all the way
home.  Despite all of the pleasure I had experienced, I was mortified.  As
I neared home I straightened up and walked as normally as possible.  But I
was still dragging...

My Grandmother asked me if Johnny was working me too hard and I replied
that we had only worked for four hours and then Rickey had come over and we
all played catch football for awhile.  Later that evening, I asked her if I
could stay with her for most of the summer because Johnny and Rickey and I
had talked about beginning to build a patio in back of his house and that
project would take several weekends.  After that he planned to rebuild his
old dilapidated garage so, except for two weeks when I was planning on
going to Explorer Scout camp, most of my summer weekends would be taken up
with helping him with the building.  She said that was fine with her if it
was ok with my parents.

That evening I called my Mom and Dad and checked with them about my plans.
He asked if it was going to take up all of my time and I assured him it was
only for the weekends and that I would still have plenty of time to help my
Grandmother and her neighbors.  Crossing my fingers in hope, I told him
that I would earn enough to pay for my own summer camp and have enough left
over for spending money.  That was enough to convince him because he had
three boys to equip and pay for their camp.  (In those days he was steadily
employed in a factory.  He busted his hump and with overtime he might bring
home $100.00.  On evenings and weekends he farmed our little place.  So,
anything I could earn for myself was just icing on the cake and would help
him out.)

So, after he talked to my Grandmother he approved.  I immediately called
Rickey and told him the good news.  I also invited him to attend church
that weekend and he agreed.  We also told him about my plans to go to camp
that summer and he asked me if he could go also.  I immediately got horny
thinking about being alone with him in a tent for two weeks.  I told him
that he had to join the Explorer Scouts first.  He said had belonged to his
local Boy Scout troop from the time he was eleven and had dropped out when
he got his part time job.  He said he would be interested in being
reinstated if they allowed boys from the city to join our troop.  He also
said he had been thinking about quitting his job anyway because he had to
put in too many hours after school.  I told him I would call my Scout
Master and find out for him.  After I made the call and got approval, I
called him back and told him that he could rejoin and that if he wanted to
go to camp he had to apply, do the paperwork and get his money in as soon
as possible.  I gave him the address and phone number and he said he would
do it the following day.

Sunday my family and I picked Rickey up at his home and drove to the
church.  When we entered the the Sunday school classroom, I introduced him
to the teacher and the other kids...the girls immediately wanted to get to
know all about him.

Most of them knew me from birth because it had been my family's church for
several generations.  We had grown up together as far as church goes, so I
was no novelty to them.  But this new guy was something else.  He was so
cute that he bordered on pretty in a masculine sort of way. And his Smile!
When he smiled at you, you immediately you felt like you were his best
friend.  Long before charisma became a term used by the average person, he
already had it.  And he was tall for his age and well developed physically.
(In 50s there were few kids who were "couch potatoes" as there are today.
Nobody within a hundred miles--even in the city-- had ever heard the term
"working out", but everybody was far fitter than they are now.  However,
Rickey and I were exceptionally fit.  We worked hard and when we were not
working we were out doing boy things rather than vegetating.  So, a new
healthy, handsome specimen of manhood was an attraction they didn't see too
often in church.  So he charmed them and the teacher--not in a phony way
like Eddie Haskell on "Leave it to Beaver", but he was sincere in wanting
to know everyone.  Even the other boys in the class took to him right away.

As usual, after Sunday School all of us teenagers went up to the balcony
for the main service.  Everybody was quietly whispering and grab-assing
around during the service and Rickey and I sat side by side and were
"accidently" able to make contact with our legs and hands.  After Church,
my Grandmother, Rickey and I went with my parents to my real home for
dinner and afterwards we decided to go for a hike in the fields and woods
that surrounded my house.  My Dad told us not to be too long because he
would drive us back to the city and he wanted to get back home before dark.

It was still early summer most of our fields were already plowed and
planted with corn, wheat and other cash crops as well as our family
vegetable garden.  So we strolled between the rows looking for arrowheads.
That area had been an ancient hunting ground and there was an old Indian
mound just down the hill from us.  According to tradition the mound had
been the site of a big battle between the Iroquois and the Eire Indians way
back in history.  So we hiked around the fields and eased our way farther
and farther from the house. The farther we got away, the closer we walked
together and eventually we had our arms around each other's shoulders.
Once we were past the barn and into the woods we looked back and no one was
in sight.  In the distance we could hear my Dad running the tractor as he
cultivated, so as long as we could hear that we knew we were safe.  We
embraced body to body and kissed deeply.  Our hands were busily caressing
each other `s back and ass.  I could feel his cock swelling alongside mine.
He said, "I wish there was someplace where we could have some privacy."  I
said, " This is private, but if you want privacy, I'll show you privacy."

I took him by the hand and we walked deeper into the woods until we came to
the old sandstone quarry.  In our area sandstone blocks had once been used
for building foundations for barns, houses and other purposes but had long
since been replaced by concrete .  The quarry had been abandoned for so
long that even the road leading to it had disappeared into the thick woods.
One end of the pit is filled with water from a spring and the water stayed
pretty clear.  On evenings of hot summer days my Mom and Dad would
sometimes take us boys back here to go swimming but it was quite a distance
from the house.

At the opposite end of the quarry there were piles of slabs of rock that
had been rough cut and just stacked up and left there.  They were overgrown
with vines and small trees growing in every nook and cranny.  Between the
piles it was like a covered maze with passageways going in all directions.
I led him into one of the openings and we entered a pathway that I had made
several years before.  A short distance in we come to a small clearing and
I asked, "Is this private enough?"

In the greenness made by light that filtered through the leaves above us he
said, "It is like wonderland..." He walked around the clearing looking
around and when he turned to look back at me I was almost completely
undressed and hanging my "Sunday clothes" on a limb.  He smiled and began
undressing as well.  Completely naked , we again began kissing and
caressing while our hard cocks rubbed together.  I stepped slightly
backwards and sat down on one of the slabs and hugged his legs.  He
squatted and sat across my knees facing me.  I had my hands on each cheek
of his ass and pulled him forward towards my face.  His entire crotch was
spread and presented to me like it was on a dinner plate--I ate it up with
kisses and a tongue bath.  Licking and sucking I lightly worked from his
balls to the tip of his cock.  Neither of us were actually circumcised but
it looked like iwe were when we got hard. The foreskin retracted completely
exposing the shiny red sensitive head as if there was no foreskin at all.
I licked the soft underside and it was so sensitive that with every touch
of my tongue it seemed to throb.  A small drop of precum oozed out of his
slit and I licked it and spread it around the head with my tongue... Adding
a little spit I lightly closed my lips around the head and began jacking
his shaft with my fingertips while I caressed the tip with my lips.  He
pushed forward even more forcing his cock in and out of my mouth.  I could
taste more and more of the salty precum flowing onto my tongue and he
moaned, "you better stop if you don't want it"..."You BETTER STOP" he
warned!!!!...You BETTER.... I continued to ignore him and he realized I
didn't care, so he relaxed and focused on the sensations.  He picked up the
pace and forcefully stroked in and out of my mouth.  In seconds, I felt the
first gush of cum on my tongue.  He pushed and pushed in and out as he
gushed forth.  I stoked his shaft and massaged the head with my lips until
the spasms stopped and he grabbed my fingers so that I couldn't stroke him
anymore.  For a few minutes we sat there as his heart slowed back to
normal.  I sat there with my mouth full of cum.  (As I said in earlier
chapters, I really knew very little about the mechanics of "Queer" sex.  I
knew I was a cocksucker at heart, but really didn't know the protocol!
Will cum hurt you?  What if you swallowed it?  Is it an insult to spit it
out?  Would it harm you if you did swallow? )  So, I turned aside and spit
it into the bushes......with the reminder of his cum on my lips, I looked
up at him and he smile down at me and said, "That was absolutely the
best...My turn"

I reclined on the leaves and he knelt down and took my dripping cock into
his mouth.  I moaned, "it won't take me very long."  And it didn't...it
felt like I came in quarts.  Afterwards, he made it a point to show me that
he was going to swallow it...he pointed to his lips and chugged it down...
He said," it is probably purer than your well water up at the house."
Laughing, he added, "And more nutritious."  (I was never too concerned
about it anymore afterwards--especially if it was his cum).

After brushing the leaves off, we got dressed and went back to the water
and skipped stones for awhile.  Returning towards the house we stopped at
the barn to tell my Dad we were ready to go any time he wanted to take us.
My Mom was there and Rickey was crowing to her about how he was the stone
throwing champion and we argued back and forth about that while my Mon went
to the house to get my Grandmother.

After we dropped Rickey off and we got to grandmother's house I went to the
basement to shower...it had been a busy day and I was a tired boy.  As I
showered I found fragments of leaves in my crack...