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Back in the 1950s

Part 2

So when the new school year began, I discovered that the girls had decided I was going steady with Linda. It was okay me, even though she was still pretty flat-chested, because you kind of had to be going steady with somebody to not be a social outcast. That stuck-up asshole Arthur with the perfect posture got Cynthia with the tits. Fat Phyllis, of course, was a total outcast.

It did not occur to me, at the age of thirteen, that cocksucking with other boys in any way was a betrayal of my "going steady" status with Linda. After all, the girls were in charge of all that "going steady" crap, and what happened among us Boy Scouts was none of their business. Well, at least Linda let me get my hand down her pants a little, but I think if I'd suggested she suck my cock, she'd have puked.

Jeffy, of course, was not so squeamish, and neither were Lenny or Mark or Richie's best boy Freddy. Freddy, by the way, was just a little younger than me, but he had just a few scraggly hairs over his dick and kind of a little one. He did not have an especially cute face, but he had one of those beautiful round asses that made you want to spank him. Also, he'd suck anybody.

While it still was pretty warm, at the beginning of the school year, we would meet up in our special clearing in the 13th Street woods. Those woods were officially part of a larger, much nicer park maybe a quarter mile away, but nobody much went to the 13th Street woods except people illegally dumping old tires and other trash. Because of the broken glass, grown-ups wouldn't even walk their dogs there. Anyway, we had this little clearing in the middle of a bunch of sticker bushes which we thought was pretty nice. Most important, it was private.

I was there with Mark one afternoon, and he was jerking me off with the help of a tube of Vaseline I'd brought along, when he said one of the cutest things any boy ever said to me. He said, "I wish I were a girl, so you could fuck me."

Well, it was the fifties, and we were so innocent back then. I mean, we even had a tube of lube, and neither of us was able to figure out that, maybe, I could fuck him. Just the same, I'll never forget that day. I flipped around so I could get his little boner and balls into my mouth while he jacked me, and ran my hands all over his creamy, creamy ass. As was usual with Mark, he got all wiggly and giggly when I sucked him, and laughed out loud when I shot my load all over his face. Mark really liked getting it all over his face.

Most weekends I went to make-out parties with Linda, and usually would up creaming in my pants, which was not all that bad -- but once a month the Troop went on an overnighter. We'd wait for Richie's father to pass out from a little too much booze, and then the orgy would begin. Some new kids had joined the Troop, but they fit right in. You know, kids like to fit in. There was this Italian boy named Anthony with black hair and dark brown eyes and olive skin, and I thought he was amazingly sexy. Jeffy seemed a little jealous.

It was on one of those overnighter orgies that Richie said, "Hey Freddy, you got a little one. Why don't you try sticking it up my ass?"

I think it was Kevin who said, "Because it'll come out covered with shit," but Richie persisted. Maybe he'd done some kind of research, but I can't imagine where. It's not like they had books on that at the library. Anyway, I didn't want to miss the show, and I foresaw some of the tactical problems, so I pulled out my tube of Vaseline and offered it for their use. "This ought to help," I suggested.

Freddy did have a little one, but Richie had a very skinny ass, so it worked well enough for the rest of us to acquire the concept. Richie got on his elbows and knees, and Freddy got right up behind him and, with the help of a dab of my Vaseline, was able to stick it right in. Yes, it fell out every two or three strokes on account of being a little one, but all of us definitely got the concept.

Mark curled up behind me and put his lips against my ear. "Shit," he said, "I don't have to be a girl." Jeffy, who was curled up in front of me, with his ass cheeks squeezing my boner, kind of shivered a little, and said, "You know, I think a big one might hurt."

I was looking over at Anthony, who was yanking at his own little tool. It looked a little weird to me, because he had extra skin up front. I didn't know it was because he wasn't circumcised like the rest of us, but I didn't care if he looked a little weird. I just knew I'd much rather take him to make-out parties than Linda.

..........

It got cold. We still had overnighters, but struggling in a pup tent in a sleeping bag with just Jeffy got a little frustrating. The 13th Street woods were useless, although I tried dragging a tarp and blankets out there once. Some of the other girls were popping real titties, but Linda still stayed pretty flat, and I wasn't allowed to go after another girl because the girls would have killed me. Also, boys really were more fun.

Some of the Troop, including me, lived in a complex of apartment houses, and the rest lived in what they called "garden" apartments nearby. We checked out the laundry rooms in the basements, but it seemed like you never could tell when somebody would wander in, even at 9:30 or so, after Troop meetings. The apartment houses had incinerator rooms, but people with garbage bags too big to fit down the chutes would head down to the basements to chuck them straight into the incinerators.

There was not a lot of environmental awareness back in the 1950s.

Then, a couple of encouraging things happened. First, the apartment building owners figured out it would be cheaper not to employ "supers" (which was what we called building superintendents) to deal with tenant complaints, but to contract out to maintenance companies. Second, the state decided nobody could live in apartment house basements, which was where the "supers" had lived.

There was an old "super" apartment in the basement of my building. I just had to figure out how to get in. Well, I did. There was one crank-out window that wasn't latched, and by working it back and forth enough times I managed to strip the sprockets on the crank and pull the window open. From inside, I was able to unlock the door that opened to the basement. Nobody knew.

It was filthy in there, but being boys, we really didn't care. There was an old kitchen set, so you could sit on a cracked plastic covered chair while you sucked your friend's dick. There was an abandoned mattress on the bedroom floor. We dusted it off with an old broom, and we used it.

Some of its uses are likely to be discussed in Part 3.

(It's funny, but I can't remember how much of this is fantasy and how much of it actually happened. It was a hell of a long time ago. Comments and criticisms to heedon@tormail.org will be appreciated.)