Date: Wed, 16 Mar 2016 15:23:07 -0400
From: CK
Subject: Soldier's Visit

SOLDIER'S VISIT

This a true story, as best I can recall it which took place when I was 14
or 15. The year was about 1940 give or take a year.

I was raised from the age of four till my mid-teens by foster parents who
had a small farm consisting now of about 5 acres, it was originally about
40 acres but they sold off most of it. Initially, following my parents'
divorce the BC government provided a stipend to my foster parents whom we
called Grandma and Grampa. Gramps, who at one time had been a pretty
well-known boxer was actually very kind and gentle, do not ever recalling
him spanking us other than an occasional slap on the rear.  Grandma on the
other had used to whale the tar out of us for the smallest infraction of
her rules.

There was us three brothers (I was the oldest) plus an adopted son a year
older than me (who incidentally had a huge cock). Shortly after WWII
started (1939 for members of the British Empire) Grandma moved into the
nearby town and opened a boarding house while Grandpa took a job as a
security guard at the smelter the largest employer in the area. Don the
adopted son, once he had completed the 8th grade, which is all our school
offered, he also moved into town to attend high School.

I was a year younger than Don and a grade behind him. When he finished the
eighth grade he moved into town and attended High School there. This left
me alone on the small farm. We had about 20 chickens and a rooster.  About
once a week Grandma would send Don on his bike to pick up the eggs and take
them into town to sell. Since there was no High School for me to attend,
the provincial government (BC) provided a correspondence course for those
without a local High School. With no adult supervision I was not
particularly motivated to do much of the work.

In addition Grandma suggested that I try to find a job which surprising I
was able to. The job was as a "Printers Devil" at the local newspaper. My
job was to take the used lead slugs which were produced by the linotype
machines and after being used for printing melt them back down into long
slaps of lead.

I continued to live on the small farm along with the chickens and ride my
bike back and forth about 4 miles each way. Often the folks who had bought
the farm would give me a ride back and forth. The US was not at war while
Canada had joined the rest of the British Empire when Great Britain
declared war on Germany. The Army had set up a small check point about 15
miles north of the border I used to ride through this checkpoint every
day. The soldiers treated me nice and often gave me sweets and once in a
while invite me to join them for their evening meal which I enjoyed.

One Thursday evening one of the soldier asked if I would like some company
that weekend on the farm naturally said yes since it was kind of lonely.
That Friday, when I came through the checkpoint, the soldier invited me to
supper. After we had eaten we rode on out to the farm. I was happy to have
the company. Once at the farm we played a few board games then went to bed
after it had gotten dark. As we got ready for bed the soldier said "I
always sleep in the nude" I always wore pajamas but wanted to be all grown
up and said I do also, we both stripped and crawled into bed and typically
I was soon fast asleep.

I awoke what I assume was my regular time around seven or so. Was surprised
to find my legs spread wide apart the soldier on top of me and his cock
going in and out of my ass. It did not hurt in fact felt kind of nice; I
enjoyed the skin to skin contact (still do). After a bit felt his cock
swell and start shooting deep in me. As he pulled out had an urgent need to
go to the bathroom so ran out to the outhouse.  When I came back in do not
recall any conversation.

Later in the day we were laying in the grass meadow by the house recall him
playing with my cock through my clothes, recall I was hard but do not
recall touching him in fact do not recall ever seeing his cock.  After a
bit he said I should take a bath, back then once week bath was pretty much
the norm.  We got out the old wash tub, heated water on the stove and when
we had sufficient warm water filled the tub about half way; I stripped down
and got in the tub.

He washed my back and suppose few other parts also then he asked me if I
remembered what he had done with me that morning, I replied yes. He then
said I would like to do it again. Since the morning experience was pleasant
said OK. He then asked here or up on the bed, I opted for the bed, got out
of the tub dried off and ran naked up the stairs and laid down on my belly
on the big double bed. He again entered me and again shot his load deep in
me. This time though did not feel the immediate urge to run to the
outhouse.

Later he said it was time to head on back so we rode our bike back after we
got near the checkpoint I turned back toward the farm. I looked for him
each time I went by the checkpoint but never met him again though sure
would have liked to.