These stories are fantasy based upon real events that took place in my life. Some of the following events may contain graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and MINOR boys Any resemblance to any particular boy, man, teenager, penis or other anatomical part is just your over-active imagination.
Some of the following story depict unprotected sex. It's fantasy. You are reality. Practice safe sex. I do not condone either incest or child abuse, however boy-love-sex as described in the following experiences are a matter of fact and I make no excuses for what happened to me in the past.
Copyright (c) 1997 by Chucketal. All rights reserved. You have the right to download this story to keep on your computer, and to print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. You do not have the right to repost this, pass it on to anyone, or use it for commercial purposes. You have my permission to enjoy this story as stated above and let other know where to find it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the one of many experiences I plan to write about and post for everyone to read. All of these stories are based upon fact. I have changed the names of the people and the places where they took place to protect the "guilty". If you like what I have written, please drop me an e-mail. If any of the people involved in the stories are reading this, please send me an e-mail. I would love to hear from you.
This is one of a series of personal experiences for your personal entertainment. Feel free to tell others how to find them. Follow-up experiences will be posted shortly, if they have not been already.
If you enjoy these adventures, please email me at <chucketal@email.com> I welcome and appreciate suggestions, constructive comments or corrects to my writings.
submitted by chucketal@email.com Copyright 1997 by Chucketal Keene, NH Copyright Notice I freely distribute my writings and do not charge any fee for that service or a fee to access them. You may not change or distribute my writings in any way as included in my copyright notice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ FINAL WARNING: If the subject of man/boy sex offends you, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if you are under the legal age for such material, do not read further! This story is intended for adults only. You should know whether you want to be reading this or not! You have been warned! Read at your own risk!
[Parts of my humble beginning are NOT meant to be erotic in content but help to set an understanding for later experiences. If you choice to skip this portion you may well not understand the reasons for later events. They were originally written for my entertainment and became good therapy. I share my writings for your enjoyment. If they become more than reading enjoyment to you or you wish to add your thoughts and emotions to mine, please feel free to email me. Enjoy!] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1961 AGE TWENTY - MILITARY TRAINING AND EXPERIENCE - THE RAMBLER GUY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~20.2 1961 arrived and I needed to decide about the near future. The plan was to go into the Army with class mate, Wayne, go to college and see parts of the world. After more thought and information, I called the closest reserve unit to hear what was available through them. Their programs were nearly the same as the regular Army and after training I could remain at home, work or attend school or both. The reserve program appealed to me more than the regular Army program. I could still travel each active training period and still maintain my personal lifestyle. Wayne and I were allowed to go into the Army Reserve together on the buddy plan.
February 1961 was a good time of year to head south for the rest of the winter. We were assigned to an Army post in Georgia for basic training. Later in April, Wayne and I were transferred to an Army post in New Jersey for further schooling in Army administration. We arrived early, allowing us time to get used to the post, look around the area, do needed chores such as laundry and take in some recreation like bowling.
While walking on my way to the laundry to wash my clothes, late one afternoon, I was stopped by a guy in a Rambler station wagon. It was just before sundown and cooling off. The guy in the Rambler asked, "Do you know where I would find the library?" The day before I found and visited the library and was familiar with its location. I told him the directions from there and he asked, "Where are you headed?"
I told him, "Just down a few blocks to the laundry."
He noticed I was carrying a bag and asked, "Mind if I give you a lift, since I am going by there?"
I told him, "Thank you. That would be appreciated."
We visited the very few minutes it took for him to drive the few blocks to the laundry. He stopped just past the building and asked, "How would you like to make five dollars?"
I asked him, "How would I do that?"
The guy said without hesitation, "Let me suck you."
I panicked at first and then asked, "Is this some kind of military test or trick?"
He said, "No. Of course not. I need someone and you look like someone I could enjoy."
He could tell I was really nervous about the situation. He assured me, "I'm not part of any plan. I would be the one to get into trouble not you."
I asked, "How could you go about it here?"
He admitted, "I use the rest room at the library. It is a safe place for the both of us. There is usually a lot of people around and no one even knows the difference." "Tell you what," he said, "I would enjoy you so much I will make it ten bucks."
I thought about it a few minutes and said, "It has been awhile since I have had my pipes cleaned and I would like to visit the library again."
He said, "Okay, lets go." He started up the car and aimed it in the direction of the library. I stayed near the door handle just in case he pulled something.
Sure enough, we soon pulled up in the parking lot of the post library. He instructed me to go to the men's room first and wait a full minute without locking the door. He would come up to the door and enter without anyone the wiser.
At that point I was asked to get out and go to the men's room. I left him and went immediately to the men's room to find it being used. I waited near the door and was there when the Rambler guy came into the building. He could see the rest room was in use and gave me the okay signal to wait. Soon I heard a flush and a young GI opened the door and left the room.
I entered and sat down to wait the full minute. The minute seemed like a long time in passing. Without warning the door opened and in walked the Rambler guy. He locked the door and quietly said, "Stand up and I will sit." I did as he asked. He said as he motioned, "Come closer to me so I can feel you and undo your trousers."
When I moved closer he gently placed his hand between my legs and rubbed my crotch before he unbuckled my belt, unzipped me and unbuttoned my trousers. My trousers were slowly lowered exposing my tight undershorts and bulging crotch. He rubbed me more and lowered my undershorts allowing my firm penis to pop out into his hand. My penis laid comfortably in his hand as he rubbed it up and down, including my testicles.
He rubbed my penis harder to push out the prejuices which he immediately licked off with his tongue. When the licking stopped he had my penis in his mouth and sucking it vigorously. The excitement lasted only a few minutes before I was ready. I announced my pending release and he replied, "Let me have it all. I love it." With that reply, I let it all go as he swallowed and ran his tongue around to get all he could from me.
Soon he finished and got up breathlessly and quietly said, "You carry quite a load. We must do this again. I'm here every week about the same time, here at the library. If you are here at this time next week it's on. Now, you go out first and wait for me outside near the car."
I put myself back together, unlocked the door and left. Not long afterward, my Rambler friend came outside and told me, "Now, I can give you a ride back to the laundry."
I told him, "Thank you. If you don't mind, I will get my bag and walk the few blocks. I could use the walk." He agreed, unlocked his car, tucked a ten dollar bill into my bag before handing it to me, and I walked off to the laundry.
I dared not say anything to anyone, even Wayne, about the incident at the library. For some reason, I was not able to make the next week's appointment and the following weeks the Rambler guy was not to be seen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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