Born and raised through my teens in Canada but when I was boy (1943) joined my brothers and my Dad in the states. The previous year ran away from my foster parents and took the train to Vancouver Canada. Had very little money and few clothes though did buy a new suit before I left (charged it to my foster parents).
Arrived in Vancouver paid room rent at a hotel for a couple days telling the owner/manager that I had money coming from home shortly. Ate sparingly trying it make my money last. Was really a lost soul had no idea what to do and where I was going to live. In retrospect probably a good thing times were so different and so much safer on the streets, wandered around to kill time was never bothered by any one.
Guess I was fortunate did not think about it but now realize that I was actually pretty easy picking for some one who liked younger guys. My initial experience was pretty pleasant for me and I assume the guy who had me for the first (and second) time also found it a pleasant experience.
After the 8th grade, which was all that was required regardless of age. Since there was no high school locally I went to work but continued to live, by myself, on our little farm. My foster parents had sold the bulk of the farm but kept a few acres up on a hill and built a small house up there. Grandpa, my foster dad, was able to get a job as a watch man at the local smelter in town while Grandmar ran a boarding house in town. Don, their adopted who was a year older than me, went on to High School in town.
When I could not get a lift from our neighbor used to ride my bike into town and back, about 8 miles each way. Did that in the morning and again early evening back.
The war (WWll) was on, I had to bike across a small creek which emptied into the Columbia River. There was a small Army post there on the creek, the US border was about 15 miles or so south. Used to stop there, the Army guys were nice to me giving me sweets from their kitchen and once in a while feed me supper even slept over in one of the bunks a couple of times.
This one guy was particularly friendly and nice to me. One day, it was a Friday, he asked if I would like company on my ride home said sure so off we went on our respective bikes, was only about four miles from that post to my house which sat on about 6 acres.
Arrived home, was getting dark, so we lit the coal oil lamp ate something for dinner then after a bit headed up stairs to bed. I slept in a large double bed. Back then it was not unusual for two or three males to sleep in the same bed. As we got undressed he mentioned he usually slept in the nude, I said I do also, which was not true but wanted to be all grown up.
In the morning woke up and he was deep in me but felt nice sure enjoyed the body to body contact (still do) there had been was very little physical love in my life. (Have to assume he had seen me get on my bike (standing) and visualized getting some of my ). When he finished off must have deposited a huge load had to get up and run to the outhouse to empty and clean myself.
Later that day he said I should take a bath so heated the water on the stove then I bathed as he was washing my back asked me if I remembered what he had done earlier in the day. Said yes he then said I would like to do it again I replied OK. He then asked down here or up on the bed. I opted for the bed and ran up the stairs naked all family members naked with him following me laid on the bed on my belly and he again entered me and made another big deposit. Later we road our bikes back to the small Army post, slept there that night then rode on into town and Grandmas.
Had other opportunities with the guy who used to give me a lift into town now and again and recall one night he visited one of his buddies who tried everything to get me in bed wanted to but was pretty bashful so did not.
Now I was in Vancouver, little money and no job. Was talking to some one at breakfast, which I could not pay for, about finding work, he suggested a government agency which knew what jobs were available. Did go and soon had a job in a local shipyard, where they were building Liberty ships.
My job was passing rivets. Basically one guy ran the cooker heating steel rivets till they were almost white hot, would then pick one up with his tongs and throw them to a guy like me who would catch them in a funnel shaped bucket. I would then pick them up with long handled tongs and place them in a rivet hole were the riveters would pound then until the were "squished" flat.
Recall we all had to have first aid training. The guy who was doing the training took me home one night, at bedtime he undressed me and had me lay on my belly while he dry fucked me again I enjoyed the skin to skin contact.
Do not recall the specific conversation but was looking for a rather inexpensive place that had room and board. Some one suggested I just go to door and ask if they knew any one that would provide a room and board. Did just that walking the neighborhood near the shipyard. Had a lot of folk's turn me down but at last one lady, who had a son a couple years older than me who was away at thus did have a room available and was willing to have me eat with her family. It was convenient to work, nice family with whom I just sorted melded in. Had been working for a few months.
One day I dropped a note off to my Dad who lived in Seattle. In one letter I wrote would be nice to see him, and my brothers, for Christmas. That was all Dad needed he took a bus up to Vancouver located me and brought me back to Seattle to live with him, my step mother and my brothers.
Being 18 had to go to school, was not happy about this after having been on my own for almost a year. Had finished the 8th grade in Canada but ended up in the second half of the 9th grade in the local school. Graduated from middle school with high school coming up after the summer vacation. It was during this period that I met my brothers buddy Ronnie that is a story in itself.
Spent the summer on a ferryboat running from Seattle to Victoria Canada. Once summer ended had to go back to school, would have been more than willing to keep working but Dad wanted me back in school so I started the 10th Grade. Stated out OK till I received a note in my homeroom that I had to go to . Knew I was supposed to go but kept skipping just did not want to shower with all the other guys, was bashful (though was probably more experienced than most of them).
My skipping gym was coming to a head so I joined the Army Transport Service (ATS) a civilian group that sailed for the Army to many ports around the pacific. I was assigned to the ATS Zallinski a small ship that sailed the inland channel from Seattle to Vancouver WA. Then up the channel out to the Aleutian Islands. Having no specific skills was assigned as a mess boy in the crews' galley.
There were four of us Nelson, Dannie, Ralph and I. There was another group who worked in the Armed Guard (Navy) mess, which was on the opposite side of the ship. Our compartment, where we berthed was one deck below, next to the head (restroom) one side and a storage room on the other, next to us, separated by a bulkhead, and was a berthing area for part of the deck crew. The bulkhead stopped about 8 inches or so from the ceiling, thus allowing better air circulation.
A week or so after we sailed went to the head to shower, there were two stalls, only a curtain separated them, I striped and started to soap up then snuck a peek at Danny who was in the next shower saw his nice which appeared to be semi-hard. Made a few comments (do not recall what specifically) but a few minutes later he was shoving that deep in me.
This continued for a few minutes then he had me move to the sink and lean over, he then picked up the pace giving me a good screwing. Guess we were a bit noisy because a few minutes later heard what sounded like some one trying to look over the bulkhead from the other compartment. Was bent over the sink with Danny deep in me when I saw this face looking over the wall. This spooked Danny who pulled out and did not continue.
Later that afternoon was in the mess just cleaning up after the afternoon coffee break. This crewmember stayed behind then started to raze both Danny and I about our time in the head. He was not mean or anything but had fun embarrassing us. After we had cleaned up was walking down the passageway. Danny was in the front about 10 or so feet ahead of me and Ralph was behind me. Ralph asked what happened between you and Danny. I replied nothing that was all a crock of shit nothing happened.
Was almost to the head when Ralph took my arm and twisted it up behind my back saying lets go in here. He then propelled me into the head to the sink and said bend over, I bent over and grasped the sink. He then pulled down my trousers and shorts and apparently his also, then eased his cock in me. He took it slow and said I know you like this or you would not have let Danny do it.
Have to admit did enjoy it, he started to pump me soon picked up the pace and suddenly I felt a warm feeling as he apparently shot his load in me. After he left I sat on the stool empties myself then looked down there was little doubt that he had indeed shot a big load in me. From that day on when ever Ralph needed some relief he would follow me and again take my arm and lead me into the head. Do have to admit after the did not take much pressure on his part to get me bending over the sink.
His bunk was perpendicular to me sometimes at night would wake up and he was in my bunk stripping my shorts off and then entering me. Woke up one time and he was already deep inside me. I turned my head and asked who it was he did not answer just kept fucking me so reached back with both hands placed them on his ass to try and pull him in deeper.
Another time was awake when he crawled over was a bit "bitchy" that night and would not let him get in kept my legs close together. He paced his cock between my cheeks and preceded to give me a dry fucking, felt three hot spurts then after a pause he whispered, "That finishes me" and crawled back to his own bunk. I had to get up and wash up.
Have no idea how many times Ralph did me but was on that ship about 9 months and I was his sexual release. Would have lasted probably longer but he transferred to another ship so he could work on deck and I left to join the service. Regardless was great while it lasted and confirmed to me that I enjoyed being used as a bottom.
I was between voyages when I learned to suck. This was about a year or so later that I also learned and enjoyed taking a cock in my mouth and feeling and tasting that nice creamy cum. swallowed my first load and enjoyed the taste so much so have swallowed ever since. In fact milk the cock so am sure to get every last drop.
Between voyages spent time at home in West Seattle. Used to go downtown on weekends to the matinee. Often in fact most times I would sit a few seats in from the aisle with empty seats on either side of me. Would not be long before an older guy would come sit along side me, soon their hand was on my leg then on my crotch then a finger or two would slip through the buttons (no zippers then) and would play with my cock.
One older guy invited me to his room, which was in a residence hotel. There he used to take my clothes off and play with my , which naturally was quite enjoyable. He used to get his thumb down inside my foreskin (which is quite long) and go round and round until I came. I used the same method many time in the service when I needed to get off but could not actually jack off.
One time was in bed with him naked while he played with drug rape porn videos me when there was a knock on his door, I ran into the bathroom while he went to answer the door. He called me to come out. There was a soldier probably from the large Army base (Fort Lewis) a short way out of town.
The solder was stripping his clothes off and crawled in to bed. Had to assume he was a frequent visitor and was used to having the older guy play with his cock and balls. The soldier quickly got a hard on, the older guy told me to go ahead and play with his cock, which I did, was not huge but nice and very hard.
After a bit the old guy told me to suck on it so I did, without hesitation (now looking back am surprised did that) it was a nice cock and very hard was not to long before he shot a big load in my mouth which I quickly swallowed, did not taste in fact thought it tasted pretty good. So much so I always swallow all the cum I can suck out of a cock before letting go.
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