Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2020 22:23:24 -0500
From: Santa Klaus <wxindc@gmail.com>
Subject: Baby Boomers Dream - part 1

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Baby Boomer's Dream - Part 1

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Baby Boomers' Dream

Many of the stories in Nifty are fiction. People are very clear that they
did not actually do those things for real, maybe because they don't want to
be prosecuted, but probably because the events were from the fertile
imaginations. I myself probably embellished those stories I wrote about
Santa Claus, and Santa's early roots. But this time I am serious; this is
real, this really happened. But I suspect you will believe my imaginative
leaps of the other stories before you will believe this.

I am old enough that I clearly remember the Eisenhower years, and young
enough that I remember the Kennedy election, not because I actually knew
anything about politics, but because I went to a Catholic School with real
nuns teaching, and John Kennedy, the first Catholic to be elected
president, was a local favorite, They probably did not know about the
Marilyn Monroe thing then, or the other trysts.

But the shocking thing is, not that I was there, but I was there, again. I
lived through the era, and into my senior citizen adulthood. The night I
breathed what seemed to be my last breath was peaceful enough. I am not
such an arrogant and narcissistic person that I would ever had
composed/sung "I did it my way", with regrets too few to mention. I had
regrets, lots of things I did that were not very nice to people I should
have been nicer to, but more, much more than this, I regretted how I
limited my youth in ways that deprived me of good times, that made me a
very rule-abiding person, albeit kind of lazy, when in my later years I
realized I squandered opportunity. I knew many things I should have done
differently, but hey, you only go around once, and I eventually became a
better person and would be missed by those I loved.

Except, when I breathed my last, and went into the that quiet slumber, I
woke up again, only I woke up again as a 10 year old, and I was back in my
parents' house in my bedroom, and Kennedy was running for president! I
shared a room with my brother, and he was asleep in the next bed. I
recognized everything around me. My memory was not perfect, I was not sure
what my teacher's name was, and which classroom I would go to, but I knew
exactly where I was, who I was, and who my family were.

Confusing? Yeah. Was I going to live the same live over, or was I going to
change little things that would somehow change the big things, like the
butterfly's wing in China in that book about Chaos Theory? A head's up, as
time went on I started to forget some of the details of the life I had
already lived, and don't know if everything went the same, but for the most
part my life was not very different than I remembered, but I was
different. I was better. I had more fun, I made better decisions about
managing my life and being nicer to my siblings. I improved, but most
importantly, to the readers of Nifty, I lived to enjoy the sex life that I
had not delved into in my early "good Catholic boy of the 50s/60s". Life is
good, I made sure of that. I was a 10 year old boy, with the powerful brain
of knowledge of a fully developed adult, and the lessons learned from the
first time around. Does everyone do this? Is this what everyone does but
somehow my memory banks were not scrubbed, and everyone else's memory is
removed, and we all live the same life until we get it right?  Damned If I
know the answers, but I will share with you how I approached this life,
focusing on how I learned to be a sexually active 10 year old, which set my
up for a life of much improved sexual prowess, better skills, better
techniques, better stamina, and made me a much better lover. My guess is
you will only find the pre-teens, maybe up to 13 or 14 years,
interesting. After that I think my life became pretty normal, although I
was still more sexually active through my teens on this second go around,
than I was the first time. Essentially I was a monk the first time, but
this time I have every intention of using my advanced insights to have a
great deal more fun.

Where to begin?

If I was 10 (I still wasn't sure of the exact date), my older sister Janice
was 12. My brother Gary was 8, my younger sister Allison was 5. We all got
along pretty well, and Janice was a really nice big sister to Allison
despite the age difference. I had to know if I could get horny and
hard. Where was I in my sexual development? I decided to experiment with
Allison because she was pretty naive. Dad had gone to work early, Mom was
in the kitchen. I slipped into Allison's room, it was still early.

"Hey kid, almost time to get up for breakfast, wakey wakey," even though
she did not go to school yet. She kind of woke up and I continued, "Hey
kid, look what I can do!", and I dropped my pajama bottoms and wiggled by
little uncut cocklet Not much was happening and she looked at me
strangely. I needed help. "Oops, it's not happening, wiggle it around with
your fingers for me, please," Allison looked at me strangely but she was
fond of me and I was generally good to her, so she did it. Nudity was never
common in our home. I never saw my sisters naked (except when Allison was
in diapers) and they did not see me naked, but she was still to young to
have been told about this rule, so she didn't make a big deal. She held my
cock and played with it, and YES, it started to grow, and grow some more,
and get really stiff. And it felt good. Allison started to laugh at the
funny thing happening and she kept playing with it, as 5 year old kids will
do. By this time my foreskin was no longer covering my penis, and the head
was like a little sucker on a stick. "Hey, I have an idea, how about you
suck on it like a lollypop!", she did. I couldn't believe this worked, but
this little kid was playing with, and now sucking on, my stiff little cock,
and she thought it was a great laugh! After a few minutes, I got a really
good feeling and started to get like a shiver and my muscles getting tight
and shaky. Yes, I was getting an orgasm, I just wasn't producing sperm yet
and so I didn't shoot anything. I quivered and got real sensitive and I had
to make her stop. This was the best science experiment of my life, and my
very first orgasm. In my previous life I didn't have one of these until my
first wet dream at about 13 years of age. Now, how to make sure she didn't
talk.

"Allison, we just did something kids are not supposed to do, and if Mom
finds out she will be angry with you and you will be in trouble. I don't
want that to happen, so I promise I will never tell, and in fact, I will do
something I am not supposed to do also, so that we are even and we will
keep each other's secret, OK?", she nodded ,but wondered why she wasn't
supposed to do that. I explained the when she started going to church they
would tell her about stuff like that, but we would never tell anyone. That
was good enough. So, what was my transgression going to be? Well, duh, I
wanted to see a real pussy up close and explore it. I slipped her pajamas
and panties off and got to look up close and personal. "Allison, your
little thing is adorable. It is so pretty, and pink, and smooth."

"Yes, that is my front pocket, and this is my back pocket," she said as she
rolled over and thrust her bum in the air. This was so cool, she was clean
and pink, with her tiny little pussy (front pocket) incredibly beautiful,
and her cute little ass (back pocket) with her cute puckered brownie
opening in the middle. I couldn't help myself. I rolled her onto her back
again and starting kissing and licking her slit and her tiny vulva. There
was the start of a tiny clitoris there, so I gave it appropriate attention
as well. I slathered her with kisses and licks, and gentle suction and she
started to have a really strange reaction. She closed her eyes and leaned
back, then opened her eyes and smiled and seemed really happy. After a
while I rolled her over and started working on her adorable butt. I kissed
and drooled, and went down into her vagina again. I was getting horny
again, and stiff, so I drooled and slobbered a lot, then I slid up so I was
lying behind her and my stiff little cocklet stuck in between her cheeks
and poked all the way to the base of her vagina. I was not penetrating her,
after all, she is only 5 year old, but I was getting the great feeling of
my cock sliding back and forth in a warm and wet environment, and she was
feeling my rigid member sliding across the sensitive parts of her vagina,
and in between her bum cheeks. She liked it, and I was in heaven. I
quivered again after a few minutes, and also realized I needed to get
dressed and downstairs for breakfast and school.

"Remember, we have to keep this a secret or you will get into lots of
trouble, and I don't want Mom to punish you, OK?" She smiled, our secret
was safe.

Back in School:

Some people think school is boring, that they teach stupid stuff and
learning it requires memorizing and repeating things. Keep in mind that I
have already earned a PhD in a science field, and have not forgotten my
basics. I was better educated than any of the nuns in this Catholic
elementary school, but now my whole life had become an experiment, and
school was simply another fertile field to figure stuff out. You know what
I noticed first? Girls in the fifth grade are not very conscious of how
often they display their panties. Also, nuns are not very bright for the
most part and do not know what is going on behind their backs, and their
headpieces, veils, actually reduce their peripheral vision, and they have
to turn way around to look behind themselves, so being sneaky is fairly
easy. Now, I have a reputation at this school. I am a straight A student,
and good boy, and I go to mass often, frequently with my mother on school
days before breakfast. Because of this, the teachers intuitively trust me,
the tougher boys do not much care for me, and this translates kind of with
the girls as well. The "good girls" who get A's might have a crush on me,
the girls that I am now interested in thing I am a bit of a "fink" (the
common word of that era), and I don't really have a lot of friends. What
can I do to change things?

I was told to write the solution to an arithmetic problem on the chalkboard
at the front, and while I was doing this the Sister was explaining it to
the class. I was therefore behind her, and to me the problem was so trivial
I wrote it faster than she could explain it, and I turned around. The girls
were not so aware of how their knees were apart and I was looking at a sea
of white cotton panties under the desks. The height of the desks prevented
kids from crossing their legs, and most kids had their feet well
apart. Many of the girls were still wearing their uniform jumpers from last
year, many kids in this community could not afford new clothes every time
they outgrew what they had, and because this was a strongly Catholic
neighborhood in the 50's-60's, meaning no birth control, families had lots
of kids and tight budgets. Those jumpers were quite short, and lots of
times underwear was well worn and the elastic around the edge was worn and
slack. Some girls had their panties kind of twisted, and were actually
exposing half a cunt from the view in the front of the class. This was
interesting, and I was getting hard. The Sister talked on. Being a mature
adult in a kid's body, I decided to throw caution to the winds, turned
toward the chalkboard and unzipped my pants, pulled it out, and turned back
toward the class...with my stiffie sticking straight out and pointing at
them. The kids who were looking at me were stunned (lots of kids were not
paying a bit of attention and missed it), and started giggling. I quickly
turned back and stuffed myself in before the teacher asked what was so
funny, but when she looked at me, I was still putting the finishing touches
on the problem. What I really wanted was to see what kids came up to me at
recess and to see what might develop.

I had done something I would never have thought of doing the first time
around. I had scoped out the girls with short skirts and loose underwear,
and exposed my own hardon to the class. Would this lead to something? Well,
yeah. It did.

At recess, Nancy came up to me. Nancy was a good kid, not the teacher's pet
kind of good, but the kids liked her. She was a year older because she had
been kept back for poor grades once, and she was not the best student by a
long shot. She was not unusually pretty, but kind of cute. Ethnically you
could tell she was Italian with the coloring and accent from immigrant
grandparents, and parents who still had Italian accents. She was not a
troublemaker by any means, but she was not a "goody two shoes" at all. I
frequently wondered why I never pursued her in my previous life, but in
truth, I was a bit of a nurd. I wanted to change that now. Nancy said that
was a pretty daring thing I had done in class, she was surprised. I said I
guess I was just showing I was daring, more daring than she is. She didn't
like my putting her down, but I said, hey, I showed mine, I didn't see her
doing that. "Is that so, well how about when I ask to leave the room to use
the bathroom, you meet me in the girls' lavatory, and we'll see who's got
nerve,". Oh, this was going to be cool.

The rule, unless it was an emergency, only one boy at a time, and one girl
at a time, could take the bathroom pass. At this grade the Sisters were not
even thinking that boys and girls would meet up, in fact Nancy had violated
the rules by talking to me at recess because the schoolyard was divided and
boys and girls were separate.

When Nancy asked to use the bathroom, the nun said she could. When I asked
right after, my reputation worked in my favor, and Sister did not hesitate
to give me permission. I knew all this classwork anyway. I headed straight
to the girls' lavatory.

Nancy was there of course. She was impressed I went straight in, and I
said, "OK, let's share and share alike,". We went into a stall, and I
dropped my pants. And started to firm up a bit. Nancy was a bit hesitant,
but finally dropped her drawers to her ankles, and lifted the hem of her
short jumper. I was now looking at the gorgeous pussy of a girl my own age,
even a year older. I HAD to touch it. I reached out my hand and covered her
mound. She gasped. Remember, I am not some klutzy 10 year old boy, I have
the mind of an adult. I was gentle and stroked her nicely, she gasped
again, and also reached out to hold my cock. My cock was now fully extended
and she wrapped her hand and fingers around it. She held it and moved her
hand a little while doing so. If I could have produced semen, I would have
done so really quickly, it felt so good. Her slit was getting damp and
slippery, and I started manipulating her clitoris. My finger slid from her
clit down to her opening and I went in very slowly, figuring no one had
ever done this to her before and I needed to be very careful. She was
moving her hand more frantically while holding my cock and I orgasmed, but
dry, not wet.

Nancy got wetter and more slippery. She really didn't know what was
happening because she had never done this. I had come, but I was still
interested in what was going on with her. She started to make little sounds
that I can't describe. Not crying, not laughing, and not sighing. Kind of a
whimpering sound, and as she did this she was really putting out some
wetness all over my hand, and shaking and jerking her pussy back and forth
on my hand. I did not know girls this age could get so wet, and have such a
powerful reaction, all of a sudden she clenched her teeth, then bit her lip
and made a really strange noise and her pussy practically pulled my hand,
or at least a finger, into her. She had come in a big way, and was staring
at me like I was some super hero from another time and place.

"We, we have to get back to class before Sister comes looking for us",
Nancy gasped.

"OK, but I have to pee, want to watch?", she nodded vigorously. I pissed a
strong stream into the toilet from my still somewhat swollen cock. It felt
good to have an audience. "Now it's your turn", I grinned. She plopped down
on the toilet, still keeping her skirt above her waist, and peed out a
torrent. This was a new experience for me. I was watching her beautiful
pussy, with only the first hint of any hair starting to show on her pubis,
and the stream from her pee hole was cool! She finished, and wiped herself
with the toilet paper, and offered me a piece. "No, boys don't do that", I
explained, we just shake it off, like I just did a minute ago.

Nancy got up, pulled up her panties and smoothed her skirt, and
smiled. Then she did something special, she kissed me. She kissed me really
nicely, and said "That was cool, I really liked that," and she kissed me
again, and went back to class. I gathered my wits about me, pulled my own
pants up, and followed a couple minutes later.

So far, so good. Until I was walking home from school that same day. A
bunch of the tough kids took me aside and started giving me a hard
time. You know, the nerd stuff just somehow brings out the worst, and I
could tell they were intending to make a fool of me somehow. "Yeah, you
know all about arithmetic and grammar, but you don't know anything about
the important stuff, the real world."

"Oh yeah, well maybe I know more about some stuff than you do," I defiantly
retorted. Then I followed up with, "like the World Series, I'll bet you
idiots think the Yankees are going to win it, just because they're the
Yankees, but you don't know shit!"

They laughed at me. Of course the Yankees were going to win the Series,
they were playing the Pittsburgh Pirates, and EVERYONE knew the Yankees
would win. Well, maybe not.

"OK, smart guys," I started, "let's make a little bet here and now, who is
the big shot who wants to bet on the Yankees against me?" One of the big
shots claimed the right to make that wager, but wanted to know what we were
going to bet, since no one had any money anyway. I had a great idea. One
thing I learned in my adult years is that a blow job is a blow job, no
matter who is giving it. I stopped thinking in the "queer" frame of
reference that was everywhere when I was growing up. I didn't actually have
any sexual experience with another guy when I was a kid, but as an adult I
was a little more open-minded, and that was another area I was ready to
dive into with my second chance.

"OK, if you are so sure, then let's make this bet right now in front of all
these witnesses. The loser gives the winner a blow job, right here in the
park, everyone here is a witness". Well Mr. Big Mouth hesitated, so I said,
"What's the matter, big man, not so sure of yourself, or do you think there
is any way on earth you are going to get a blow job on your own?". He was
too embarrassed to back down, and so, amid the hooting and hollering of all
the other school kids, he agreed. I had just made my first guaranteed bet.

We all parted, the series had already started, but Game 7 was
tomorrow. After they had all gone, little Stevie came up to me. We all
called him "Little Stevie", cause his father was Steve, and Little Stevie
hated being called "Junior", so it just happened that somewhere along the
way, he picked up the nickname. In fact, he wasn't even little.

"I heard you guys making that bet," he said, "aren't you afraid of losing?"

"Nah, I think I will win, and getting a blow job in the park will be pretty
cool. I've never had one."

"What if you lose?"

"Then I'll learn how to give one. It would be nice to practice first
without a crowd, but I think I can figure it out,".

"Well, if you want, I could help you practice. We could both give it a try,
but you can't tell anyone,".

This was interesting. I think Little Stevie was coming on to me. He was a
cute kid, and this must have been a tough thing for him to come out with,
he must either really like me, or he really wants to do something with
another boy, and he sees a chance here. Well, hey, sure.

Stevie's parents both work, so the house was empty. Unusual for this
neighborhood, he had no siblings. We went home together to his house, yes
he was an early latchkey kid. He got some soda from the fridge, then made
an offer. "My Dad keeps some whiskey in the cupboard, we could put some in
our soda, and I could put some weak tea in the bottle so he won't notice
anything gone". Wow! and Cool!  We slugged down our "high balls", and
started laughing and giggling, and let the feeling hit us. Two 10 year old
boys with a couple shots (he poured generously) of real whiskey. Yeah, we
responded.

At some point we looked each other in the eye, and kissed. Was it the
booze, was it just because it seemed like such a good idea? Who knows, but
we did it, and liked it. We kissed some more and started feeling each other
up, then we started unbuttoning our clothes and belts, and pulling our
pants down. This was all racing along and we were so far into it there was
no way we were going to have second thoughts.

It felt very new, and a little strange, to be holding a cock that was not
my own. It was a little bigger, and it was cut. Neither my brother nor I
are circumcised, and I guess I never had seen a cock without a foreskin
before. It seemed to be missing something, and I wished I could have slid
the foreskin back and forth, like I do with my own, but I was in this for
the adventure, and something new and different is what adventure is all
about. Stevie was holding my cock, and I guess he had never seen a penis
with its foreskin still attached! New and different for him as well. We
fell onto the sofa, and rolled off it onto the carpet. All of a sudden the
only thing in the world I was thinking about was how much I wanted to suck
that little cut cock into my mouth. So I did.

It was superb! His little hardon fit easily into my mouth, and sucking it
was such a natural thing to do. It was like sucking on a big hard candy
except it was warm, pliable, and not sweet. So I guess it wasn't like a
hard candy at all, it was like sucking on a roast chicken leg, except it
didn't taste very much. No, it was not like exotic foods...it did not taste
like chicken. I have to admit I really liked doing this. I sucked hard,
then I worked it around my tongue and tried massaging it with my mouth. I
did not bite it, but I did gently use my teeth a little. Then I sucked hard
and pulled my mouth back until I was sucking only on the head of his penis,
then I sucked it all back into my mouth and started doing all the same
things over and over.

Then I realized my hands weren't actually doing much except holding onto
his legs; they needed to explore as well. I started running my hands up the
inside of his thighs while I continued to suck back and forth, making his
cock grow even more from the suction. I started to play with his little
balls, pulling them gently down from his crotch and moving them around with
my hands. Then I slipped my hands to his backside and held onto his ass
cheeks while I dived in hard with my mouth. I was crushing his pelvis into
my face, sucking his balls and cock as deep as I could into my mouth, and
forcing him forward with my hands on his ass.

So what was Stevie doing? He was making lots of funny noises. He was
holding my head and pulling my hair. He was lurching like he wanted to
thrust but was under my control and I was deciding how much cock was being
sucked and how much tongue was driving him crazy. All of a sudden he let
out a deep moan, not a roar, but a noise that came from deep within his
chest, and his little cock pulsed and throbbed, and he kind of passed out,
it seemed. "STOP!" he cried. I let up and he just lay there all limp and
either crying or breathing hard, or something which I was beginning to
worry about. After a minute or so, he opened his eyes again and
smiled. Really smiled. "That was so fucking fantastic, I have never had
something like that in my whole fucking life, I can hardly move. I don't
know if my cock hurts or is just tired, but don't touch it right now."

Little boys who go to church and are told how horrible it is to "touch
yourself or others impurely", and who are taught that messing around with
another boy is even worse than messing around with a girl (which is a also
a sin, by the way) and absolutely will lead to damnation, just don't know
what they are missing. I made Stevie a very happy little boy that
afternoon, and I enjoyed myself enormously in the process, and I was not
feeling the slightest bit of guilt. I am not bad, and when I do mean things
to my little brother or little sister, I feel guilty afterwards because I
know that my actions were not loving and caring, but after what I did with
Stevie I felt great, and you can bet your ass Stevie felt great! And to
think this all came about because that asshole Big Mouth who intended to
pick on me and beat me up, until I tricked him into a bad bet. I was going
to enjoy collecting on my bet, but I had a surprise in store for Big Mouth
still, and it was not a loving and caring surprise either.

Meanwhile, Stevie wanted to do the whole thing over again, switching roles,
which sounded pretty appealing to me, but it was getting near to the time
his Mom would get home from work, and we didn't think she would quite get
the same warm and fuzzy feeling if she came in and found naked Stevie
sucking my naked prick into ecstasy. We planned to give the next stage a
try tomorrow after school when we would have more time. I was pretty
excited about this whole new venture, and was now wondering things I had
never really thought of before today. Like, were there other boys in my
class who would enjoy this kind of "play date", and why did Stevie's little
ass catch my attention so much when he rolled onto his stomach and then got
onto his hands and knees to get up. I had held his ass to keep his cock
firmly in my mouth and under my control, but I didn't think of his ass as a
sex toy, until I was looking at his brown eye buried between his cheeks and
felt a twinge. To be fair, my cock was pretty well charged and not getting
any satisfaction, so maybe anything at all that looked like an opening
would catch my eye.

So much to think about, and don't forget my upcoming reckoning with Big
Mouth, the original asshole, and I don't mean that in a nice way. Maybe I
should talk to my big sister and see if she knows more than I do about this
pre-teen stuff. I am still in the learning remediation stage.

I got up, put on my shirt and shorts, and pants, but I couldn't zip up yet
because I still had a stiffie. I think I might have been feeling a little
bit of the effects of the whiskey as well, which reminded Stevie to top up
a few ounces of liquid into the bottle so it would not be obvious. He was
sure his Dad would hit the bottle as soon as he came in the door, and if he
didn't notice anything right away when he was eager for that first drink,
he probably would not be sharp enough later to every even notice his
whiskey was not as strong. Meanwhile, Stevie gave me an ice cream sandwich
to eat to take my mind off my hardon, and sure enough, it went down enough
for me to zip up and head home. What a day!