Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2016 12:32:58 -0600
From: Robert Selley <741911freedom@gmail.com>
Subject: Coming of Age with a War Hero Assistance

This a true story, that I need to tell to honor the man, the war hero and
lover who took care of me when no one else would.  I have changed the names
to protect the privacy of those within this story as it is true.

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Coming of Age with a War Hero Assistance

Prologue

The shots from the 21 gun salute still ring in my ears.  It has been over
10 years since he passed away.

Paul was a WWII vet. I first met him at the local VFW hall in the mid 80's
when I was 12 years old.

My mother would go and play bingo at the VFW on Tuesday nights.  I guess
you could say I got my first job there.  One of the veterans that walked
the floor selling additional cards come up to my mother while I was there
with her.  He asked if I would like to work the concession stand there
every Tuesday night going forward.  When my mother asked me, since I had
nothing better to do I agreed.

Every Tuesday night starting the following week I would make coffee, pop
popcorn and serve cold drinks to all the bingo players.  It wasn't hard
work and I made $5.00 an hour for 3 hours.  A little spending money for the
week, it wasn't much, but it got me out of the house.  I got to meet all
the members of the VFW.  They were all real nice, but one in particular,
Paul, really took a liking to me.

Paul was a WWII veteran.  He served in the Pacific theater.  To be honest,
I don't remember too much about his service which is unfortunate because as
I grew up I grew to love WWII history.  All I remember is him showing me an
authentic Japanese sword which he brought back from Japan he took from a
fallen Japanese soldier.

After working for the VFW for several weeks Paul asked if I would consider
helping him with yard work and doing some things around the house.  He
promised he would pay and also mentioned a possible fishing trip as he had
his own boat.

A little information about me.  In 1986, I was 12 years old living in
Michigan.  I am the oldest of 3 children. We lived in a small trailer on 1
acre of land in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do.  And when I say
nothing to do I mean just that!  No cable TV. We only had 5 channels, of
which only 3 came in good. We lived exactly 1 mile from Lake
Huron. Although we lived close to the lake, it was a tourist town with
nothing to do, but get into trouble, which I did.  My father was still
alive at the time, but worked second shift so I never seen him.

Paul wanted me to cut grass and do some general maintenance around the
house. My mother dropped me off the first weekend to help. That first
weekend I helped with yard work.

Since I knew where he lived, which was about 3 miles away on the backroads,
after that first weekend I would just ride my bike over to his house.  That
is when our relationship began...

"You ready to work?" Paul said I as I was riding my bike up his driveway.

He was already working in the yard as I was getting there about 10am.

"Sorry I couldn't get here any sooner, my mom had me busy doing some things
around the house." I said with some disappointment in my voice.

Paul stood up, "Well you gotta take care of your chores before you can help
me take care of mine."

"Yeah I guess so." I said as I parked my bike beside the house.

"I tell you what, I promised I would take you fishing didn't I?" Paul said
with a smile.

"Yes, you said you had a boat" I said getting awfully excited.

"Your mom won't mind if I take you out would she?" Paul said quizzically

"She don't care, I mentioned it a couple of weeks ago when you asked me to
come and start helping you and she don't care about anything I do." I said

"Well I tell you what.  Let me go get changed and we will go. Work can wait
till tomorrow!" Paul said walking back to the house.

I followed Paul into the house and waited in the dining area for him to
change.  Paul had a nice home. His home was 2 Bedroom, 1 Bath single level
home. The kitchen and dining area was in the same area.  It wasn't much of
a large space to cook in, but it was enough for a single guy.  From the
Kitchen you walk right into the living room area.

He came out of the bedroom wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, "You ready to
go?"

For someone in his late 50's he sure did look good.  He took care of
himself.  He wasn't overweight, but he did have a little chubbiness around
his midsection.  At that age I didn't know what was attractive or even what
sex I was attracted too, all I know is he looked good.

"Yep, ready to go!" I said.

We had gone fishing and came back.  Being on the boat was fun.  We bonded.
We had been on Lake Huron for about 5 hours catching fish and just talking
really about nothing. When we got back it was about 5pm and we still had to
clean the fish, eat and I had to head home.

We pulled into the driveway and started unloading the car. I looked over at
Paul and I could see he was standing there just thinking, "Everything OK?"
I asked.

"Yeah I was just thinking," he said looking as his watch, "By the time we
get the fish cleaned and dinner started it's gonna be late. You're gonna be
back over here in the morning anyway, why don't you just stay the night
tonight?"

It was a great idea and I was tired anyway. I didn't want to ride my bike
back home that late either.  He had a good point.  My mom wouldn't care
either.  She never cared about anything I did. I called her and told her
and she agreed it wouldn't make sense to come back tonight.

We fixed dinner, ate what we caught and started to relax and watched a
movie.  The layout of the living room is very important to understand, so I
will describe it again in as much detail as possible.

From the Kitchen / dining area you would walk to the right and he had 2
reclining chairs with some space between facing the far wall with a TV in
the far left corner of the living area.  He also had a great big Leather
recliner in front of the other 2 recliners that directly faced TV in the
corner. To get to the Leather Recliner (His Recliner) you had to walk to
the left of the first recliner which I sat in.

It was about 10:30 and getting late so Paul said, "Lets watch one more
movie."

I wasn't going to complain he had HBO and Cinemax and I never get to stay
up late. I stayed seated and he went to his bedroom, which was behind my
recliner, to the right and the door on the left, middle door went straight
into the bathroom and door on the right was the 2nd bedroom which was off
limits.

He came out wearing a fluffy blue robe which I though was a little
odd. This was the first time I had ever seen a man wearing a robe.  He
walked past me and settled into his recliner.

"It has heated seats and a vibrator, I just love this chair especially
after a long day!" he said.

I smiled and nodded not exactly sure what to say. He found a channel on TV
and said this should be a good one. He had switched in to Cinemax After
Dark. Anyone who grew up in the 80's should know that channel!

I had seen some sex scenes on TV, but nothing like this.  I don't remember
exactly which show was on but all I remember is getting a hard on and not
being able to do anything about it because he had a clear view of me. As it
turned out I did not have a clear view of him.  When a sex scene was on he
was masturbating right in front of me without me actually seeing anything.
It was pure torture.  His recliner faced the TV which meant it was cocked
to the left towards it. I faced the left side of his chair and seen him in
profile.  I sat there in agony watching the TV and watching him.  Although
I saw nothing overt I could tell he was pleasuring himself.

He would look over at me every once in a while to check on me.  All I could
do was smile.  It was agony, but a good agony.  I thought this is freedom,
silly yes, but I had never done this before.  I decided I needed to go to
the bathroom. So I got up and said I had to use the bathroom. He made a
motion to kinda cover up a bit then I headed around my recliner straight
for the bathroom.

I did have to go, but as I walked past his view...I peeked and he moved his
robe and went back at it. Again I couldn't see anything, but boy it sure
was a tease.  How could I get to see more? I had to see more! I am free, I
have to see more!

I went to the bathroom and came back. This time when I come around back to
my recliner I made a point to come a little closer to his recliner to see
as much as I could and this time to my surprise he either didn't notice me
come back into the living area or he wanted me to see.

I could only see a little, but I didn't want to make it obvious I noticed.
I could see him slowly stroking his cock.  I will tell you now, but I
didn't find out until the next weekend, but he had a beautiful 7" cut
cock. I quickly sat down a resumed watching the movie.  Once the movie was
done, by then about 1:15am, he decided to get up and head for bed.  Nothing
else happened that weekend other than me getting some work done the
following day. But I knew damn well I would be back the next weekend.  I
was also already planning on staying next Friday and Saturday night. Mom
and Paul didn't know it yet, but I certainly did.

From that point I wasn't scared but I was unsure, didn't know what to do.
I had figured out masturbation recently and was getting to know myself
pretty well, but this was new to me.  I had even measured myself at that
time I had 5 inches and circumcised as well.  I know that many will be
curious so you all know I have 6.5 inches now.  I didn't know how to act or
react.  I just figured what happens will happen.  I knew I liked girls and
from his previous conversations he did as well, I just didn't know to what
extent. But I would soon find out...