Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2017 16:10:34 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: YMCA 1900s (historical) YMCA 1900s cajuncock Ok, if you've gotten this far you know that this is a gay story, property of the author and may not be used without his written permission. It contains sexual acts between consenting men and boys. If this offends you them move on. Nifty needs your contributions to maintain this site. Please consider a monthly contribution to nifty.org. Not too long ago this would be banned and we'd all be criminals. Without your vigilance those times could return. YMCA cajuncock Silence, except for the squeaking of beds in the dormitory. I'd only been here at the YMCA for a few days. There being no single rooms available I opted to spend a few nights in the common room or dorm. The first night I' fallen asleep after a long day train ride from Boston. The trip was made lengthy by a number of stops and train changes, a thing not uncommon for the 1900s. Arriving in New York City without a place to stay, I'd been directed to the YMCA where I was told that it was likely to be accommodations for a singe, male traveler. A little about myself. I'm Stan, short for my given name, Stanley. My parents had banished me from the family home when they found me enjoying the comforts of our stable boy, a lad only two years older. At 18 and about 6 foot tall with longish blond hair, I fit into the Boston social scene of my family. I had no interest in the many young ladies who had been introduced to me. Their brothers, on the other hand, stirred a special feeling in my loins. Being a bit shy and withdrawn I never even thought that they might have similar feelings. Within an hour of the stable boy incident, my bags had been packed, a horse drawn cab was called, and I was whisked off to the train station. My father gave me an envelope with about $100 and my mother stuffed some bills into my pocket when she kissed me good bye. There were no handshakes nor wishes of good luck just stony silence from my father. On the train I counted out the money while in the toilet. I had $120, a bag of cloths and no prospects of employment in a strange city. I spent 20 cents for a tram ride to the YMCA. I accepted the dorm room for 50 cents a night until a single room became available. In the dorm there were a number of other men and boys. A meal of sorts was served for dinner after which we were allowed recreation time. There was a gym and pool in the cellar. Many of the others adjourned there. I had no bathing suit but went just to inspect the facilities. At the pool I noticed that all of the men swam naked. Most of them were obviously workmen of some sort with well developed bodies. The younger men, most around my age, had bodies similar to my own, undeveloped by years of hard work. The closing of the pool was announced by an older, balding man. The occupants all left to dress and I returned to the dorm to prepare for bed. Needing to clean myself I headed for the common showers at the end of the hall. I was the only person there but within minutes the shower began to fill with other men and boys. I noticed that the older men were offering to wash the younger ones paying particular attention to their privates. Some of the boys moaned loudly as they were washed. The lights were switched off and on to indicate that it was time for bed. Some of my dorm mates dressed in their long underwear while others remained naked as they headed for their beds. The first night my head hit the pillow and I was soundly asleep. I woke in the night to use the facilities. As I walked to the end of the room I saw that some of the beds were empty while others seemed quite filled. Finishing my business, I quietly walked back to my allotted bed. I could here light snoring and an occasional whisper or moan. I slipped back into my bed curious as to the source of those sounds. A full moon gave a light into the dark room. I pretended to sleep and waited to see what was happening. One or two of the older men arose from their beds and slipped into the beds of the younger boys. Soon sounds of sucking began to be heard around the room, along with that of skin slapping on skin. I was both aroused and curious. I sat up and looked around. The bed next to mine was the source of one of the slapping noises. The young lad was on all fours with an older man behind him. I could make out the movement of the older man on the younger naked one's backsides. I recognized that the sound of slapping was their 2 bodies moving together. The younger one was moaning into his pillow. My own body was responding positively to the action with a steady stream of my own fluids leaking out. The older man, noticing me staring, pulled all the way out of the young boy. He displayed his long, thick penis in front of me before re-entering the boys rear chute. His pounding became more rougher as he performed for his audience of one, me. Finally, with a grunt and a deep push he buried himself into the boy. He fell onto the boy's back forcing him to lay flat on the bed. My own penis exploded with my fluids into my upturned hand. The older man got up from the bed and without a word turned his young partner's head to face my dripping tool. As if in a trance the boy slipped from his bed and knelt next to mine. He silently licked my juices from the palm of my hand before returning to his own bed and fell asleep. I lay back reliving the scene that I had witnessed over and over before I too went to sleep. The next morning a bell sounded waking all of us. Men and boy arose from their beds. Many were sporting morning stiff tools as they shuffled off to use the facilities and shower. I was the last to enter the shower room. Again I noticed the older men washing the younger ones. Many of the older men sporting man a huge, hard penis. Some of the younger men seemed to be enjoying the attention. A few bent over bracing themselves against the tiled walls. It was an invitation taken up by more than one man. I remained hard during my shower, something noticed by many. My next task was to find work. ____________________________________________________________________________ Ok, hope you enjoyed this one. Let me know if I should continue - jaskejr@hotmail.com ____________________________________________________________________________ Ok, hope you enjoyed this story. If you want more send a comment: jaskejr@hotmail.com