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WARNING:  If you are offended by sex between men, sex between a 
boy and a man, sex between boys, sex between teenaged boys, sex 
between a man or a teenager or any combination thereof--where 
some of them may be related by blood, marriage or just plain lust-- 
you definitely should not be reading this series of experiences.  If 
this type of sex is illegal or immoral in your particular state, province 
or country, stop reading now and go away.  If, according to your local 
laws, you're under age, no fair peeking below.  

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.  

This is the one of series of many personal experiences I wrote 
originally for personal therapy and now share for everyone to read.  
These stories are based upon real events that took place in my life.   
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 send me an e-mail.  If any of the people involved in the 
encounters are reading this, please contact me.  I would love to hear 
from you. 

Some of the following stories may depict unprotected sex.  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 excuse for what 
happened to me in the past.

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[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 those portions you might not understand the reasons for later 
events.  I share my writings for your enjoyment.    If you wish to 
share your thoughts and emotions, please feel free to email me.   I 
welcome and appreciate suggestions, constructive comments or 
corrects to my writings.  Enjoy!]
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NOVEMBER 1947
AGE SEVEN - BIRTHDAY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7.0

Birthday 1947 was different from all the rest to then.  There had 
always been plenty of love to go around, but we were not used to 
having much financially.  In our home with Ralph, we did not have 
the day to day wants as we once did.  He made sure that all the 
financial needs were met and left us time to have more family 
activities.  He left Mother alone with Barb and me while he worked 
in his home office. 

That year the party was kept simple.  I was allowed to invite whom 
ever I wished from school for refreshments.  Mother had fun that 
year doing the party for me.  She and Barb got to do all the preparing 
together.  It was like I had given them an excuse to be together.  
Ralph tried to stay in the back ground as much as he could.  

After the afternoon with school friends, our family gathered for a 
private celebration.  The grandparents sent gifts, but did not attend 
that year.  The weather and travel distance may have been a factor.

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NOVEMBER 1947
AGE SEVEN
BIRTHDAY TRIP WITH RALPH
GAMES WITH JOE
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My stepfather, Ralph planned to take a business trip, in November of 
1947, to a distant city and stay over night.  He asked Mother if she 
thought I might like to go along with him.  She agreed it might be 
good for us to be alone together.  I thought it might be a great 
adventure to see other parts of the country I had not seen before 
and meet new people.  Ralph's sister and her husband lived in the 
city we were to visit.  We were going to visit with them and they 
expected us to have dinner with them Saturday evening after Ralph's 
day of meetings.

The following Friday afternoon Ralph picked me up at school early 
and we rode off together for the week end business trip.  After a 
couple of hours or so we stopped for an evening meal at a nice hotel 
in a small town not far from the highway.  While we waited for our 
dinner to be served Ralph excused himself to make a phone call to a 
client.  

Ralph returned and informed me we would have company for desert 
and there would be a short meeting.  We enjoyed dinner together 
and talked about things he thought I might be interested in such as 
school and class mates.

Just as we were finishing dinner, Joe Burns, Ralph's young client 
came in to join us for desert, as they had planned.  He was a young 
(young compared with Ralph) man about twenty or so.  While Ralph 
paid the check, Joe visited with me.  I remembered his visits to 
Ralph's home office several times.  Joe was always seemed pleasant 
and friendly toward me.  

A few times he and I had a conversation as he waited to see Ralph in 
his office.  A couple of times we played ball in the back lot until 
Ralph returned home from an appointment.  Joe had regular 
appointments with Ralph every week or two.

It seemed as if Ralph was gone for some time.  When he returned, 
Ralph announced we would be going up stairs to join Joe in his room.

Within an hour after retiring to Joe's hotel room, Ralph made it 
known he was going to meet with someone else and needed to excuse 
himself and asked if I would mind if I stayed with Joe for the night.  
Joe said we could play games until bed time.  I thought it could be 
fun.

Ralph left the room shortly, leaving Joe and me to began playing a 
card game whereas the loser had to remove some piece of clothing.  
In turn (or as arranged), each of us would lose a hand of cards until 
Joe and I were down to our underwear.  Joe was slim but not skinny 
and had light complexion and hair.  He looked as if he never needed 
to shave.  His chest had a faint amount of light hair just between his 
breast and light colored brush under his arms.  On each slight breast 
were small dark pink nipples that seemed to jet out firm points of 
flesh.

With the next hand lost, Joe stood up and removed his undershorts to 
reveal his hard throbbing erection.  The plentiful hair in his crotch 
was a yellowish blonde that appeared very soft.  He did not make 
any attention of himself as he sat down, looked at me and played 
another hand of cards with me.  For the moment everything was 
suspended, as I gazed at Joe.  I was dumb founded at how Joe bared 
himself with such carefreeness.  It was like time stopped for me at 
that instant. 

I lost the next hand and Joe asked to remove my undershorts from 
me.  I did not know what to say.  He came over to me, asked me to 
stand up from the chair and I did.  He slid his hands down my sides 
removing my undershorts at the same time.

As my undershorts dropped to the floor, he brought his left hand up 
under my testicles, his right hand on my buttocks and pressed me 
into his face.  All before I realized what was happening to me.  As his 
face met my crotch I felt his mouth suck in my soft little penis.  I 
stood there and enjoyed his tongue running up and down my genitals 
and especially on the head of my penis.  At first my nerves caused 
me to shiver.  In a minute or two I calmed to his warm hands 
rubbing my body.

After a few minutes Joe lifted me up, placed me on the middle to the 
bed, straddled me with his hard penis over my crotch and pumped it 
until it spit out a white creamy substance onto my abdomen and 
crotch.  He then laid his hairy body down on top of me, held on to 
me, rolled me over on top of him and moved me around spreading 
the creamy substance between us.  

We rested a few minutes, before he held me tight, rubbed my back 
side, got off the bed with me and went with me into the bath room as 
he drew water into the tub.  He asked, "Did you enjoy our game?"  I 
responded that I did enjoy it.  And he asked, "Would you enjoy doing 
this again?"  

I was not sure what I wanted to say so I said, "I guess so."

"I really like us taking a bath together.  Do like bathing with 
someone?" he asked.  

I looked down to his limb five inch penis, then looked up at his smile 
and said, "I enjoy taking a bath."  He lifted me into the tub and 
climbed in behind me.  He took me tenderly and sat me down 
between his legs and rubbed me with a face cloth up and down my 
chest, around my crotch and down my legs.

He cleaned himself, got up, lifted me, pulled the shower door shut  
and turned on the shower to rinse us off.  After the rinse he lowered 
himself to his knees, pulled my crotch into his face and sucked my 
penis again.  As he sucked my penis and testicles, he squeezed my 
butt checks apart and fondled my anal cavity with his finger.  Joe 
sucked and fingered me until he gave me a thrill feeling inside me.  I 
could not help but shiver and moan at the thrill of his action.

When I got over the thrill Joe stood up and asked if I would like to 
see what it felt like to hold his penis in my hand.  I was not sure, but 
he convinced me that nothing would happen.  He stood there with his 
hard penis swaying back and forth in front of me.  Joe held up his 
penis and pointed it in the direction of my hand, I came closer to him 
and let him put my hand on his penis.  It felt as hard as a baseball 
bat with skin that moved freely up and down the shaft.  I soon felt a 
pleasant desire to please him.

As I moved my hand the harder his penis became and the harder it 
got the more he got excited.  Joe moved in and out of my hand as I 
tried to keep my hand on his penis.  He got so hard I could feel him 
throbbing in my hand and without warning I felt a warm fluid run 
down my hand and arm.  Joe sighed and moaned and said, "Keep it 
up".  I held on and kept pumping until he pulled away, stroked 
himself, rinsed in shower again before he shut off the water and 
reached out for a towel.

Joe rubbed me down with the towel and told me to get into bed 
while he finished up in the bath room.  When he came out nude and 
dry I was laying in bed under the covers.  I watched him as I 
thought about his body and the strange new feelings I had.  Joe sat 
on the edge of the bed, pulled back the covers and rubbed me over 
and over again as we talked about having the experience another 
time and went on to other matters until we fell asleep nude in each 
others arms.  I felt so very warm and relaxed with Joe and hoped 
that experience would never end.

The next late morning after getting up and dressing from over 
sleeping, Ralph arrived, thanked Joe for taking care of me.  Then 
Ralph and I left Joe behind in his room.  We took our belongings to 
the car and drove off for a late breakfast at a dinner in the city near 
his sister's home.  After breakfast the plan was for us to see a few 
sights before I visited with my new aunt, Roberta, and her family, 
have lunch there and dinner when Ralph finished his appointments.

Ralph and I went to a few stores, looked around bought a few small 
things and visited a pet store before we went to see his sister.  Aunt 
Roberta seemed very happy to see us and hugged us both and me 
again and again.  I recall she was in the first few months of becoming 
a mother again for the third time.  She had two pestering girls who 
bothered me most of the time I was there.  The older was about five 
and the younger was about three.  I could not get away from them.  
They followed me everywhere I went.  

After lunch I asked to go outside, hoping the girls would not.  No 
such luck.  The girls had to go outside to be with me.  Aunt Roberta 
would often come out to check up on us.  I was not long before it got 
cold and we all went inside to play games with Aunt Roberta.  It was 
okay, but most of the games were for girls.  I thought about the 
warm experience with Joe and how nice it would be to be with him 
and away from there and those girls.

Thank goodness, Ralph came back early from his appointments and 
took me out for a ride before dinner.  He went by to visit a couple of 
friends and show off me as his new son.  After dinner with Aunt 
Roberta, Uncle Frank and the pestering girls, Ralph and I went back 
to the same hotel for the night, slept in separate beds and went home 
the next morning.  

On the way home Ralph mentioned that our trips were special 
between us and need not be discussed with anyone, if I wanted to 
travel with him more.  He asked if I would like to go with him more 
often on his week end trips.  He asked if I understood and I said I 
did.  I told him I looked forward to our trips, but told him was not 
too excited about the little girls pestering me.  He laughed and said 
he understood and that sometimes we have to put up with those 
little things in life.

Sunday afternoon was usually family time for us.  When we got 
home Ralph indicated that I should take a warm shower after our 
long trip to unwind a little before a late afternoon lunch.  Mother and 
Barb were busy doing something in the kitchen as I went to my room 
to get clean clothing and prepare for a shower.

After our late lunch we gathered as a family to play games and talk.  
In those days television was not readily available to most.  It did not 
seem to be popular until the early 1950s.  Entertainment was among 
ourselves, reading or radio.  Much of the time when I had nothing to 
do I would go to my room and read comic books or do home work, if 
I had any to do.  

Mother was involved with civic groups or worked part time at a law 
office in the city.  She was not around for me like she was when I 
was little.  Barb was always involved with girl things with other girls 
or with Mother.  Sometimes I got the impression I was in the way 
most of the time.  I think Ralph knew that and did as much as he 
could to be near or around me and invite me places.   

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DECEMBER 1947
AGE SEVEN
RALPH'S FAMILY HOLIDAY GATHERING
EXPERIENCE WITH UNCLE HAL
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In December 1947, I experienced, among other things, my first of 
Ralph's old family tradition of celebrating Thanksgiving/Christmas 
together in the old family home in which we lived with Ralph after 
his marriage to Mother.  At the age of seven, a party of any kind 
sounded great to me.  I got to meet aunts, uncles, grandparents and 
cousins, some for the first time.

The old house had a lot of room for most of the guests who arrived 
early and stayed over.  When we first moved in with Ralph, I had 
been allowed to pick a bed room on the third floor, away from my 
sister and girl things.  It was rather private for a boy to be quiet or 
noisy when he wanted.  There was a door at the foot of the stairs, 
that when shut, allowed complete privacy.
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My favorite uncle on my mother's side was in town earlier than the 
early guests.  Uncle Hal, sixteen in 1947, was there with Mother's 
parents to help her prepare for the guests.  Hal always had fun with 
me, I understand, since I was a baby.  We were so close in age, he 
thought of me as a little brother.  Being the youngest in his family, I 
could understand his need for someone younger.

It was neat having three sets of grandparents to have fun with from 
time to time.  There were Mother's, Father's and Ralph's parents and 
all the extra aunts, uncles and cousins.  Father's parents visited at 
times but not usually during Ralph's family gatherings.  Mother's 
parents came only on occasions and sometimes to those gatherings.

Of all the times, Uncle Hal had visited with us, he had never stayed 
over before.  Being the special event it was, I asked Uncle Hal if he 
could room with me for his visit.  Mother, Ralph and Uncle Hal's 
parents thought it would be no harm for us kids to bunk together.

When it came time for bed, Uncle Hal went up stairs with me.  I 
suppose it would have been early for a sixteen year old to go to bed, 
but I was his little buddy and he wanted to be with me.   Besides 
there was no one else near his age around to entertain him.  I was 
proud of my own room and wanted to show it off to my favorite 
uncle.

I showed Uncle Hal around the third floor, so he would know his way 
around in the night and around my own room.  He was impressed 
with my hide out on the third floor away from the rest of the house.  
He had closed the door down stairs to insure our privacy.

After about a half hour of looking at things in my room, I got myself 
ready for bed.  Uncle Hal sat reading comic books and watching me 
change.  When I returned from the bath room, he was in bed and 
waiting for me to shut off the light.  I put off the light and climbed 
into bed with him.  

I dressed, in my usual, undershirt and undershorts.  I did not like to 
be confined to pajamas and it was usually too warm upstairs for 
extra clothing at night.  Many times I would remove my undershirt 
before the night ended, or even do away with my undershorts as 
well.  There was nothing like sleeping completely nude. 

Uncle Hal joined me, dressed in only his undershorts, and seemed to 
do a lot of moving around in bed.  It was difficult for me to sleep, 
since I was used to sleeping alone.  It was fun having someone to 
visit with, except he did not visit after the light went out.  Every time 
he moved he placed a different arm or leg across my body.

Soon he seemed to settle down for the night.  I had started to go to 
sleep, when I felt Uncle Hal lift up his body a bit and move his arms 
down his side.  He removed his undershorts.  I felt a slight motion in 
the bed as I paid more attention to my room mate.  He quickly threw 
back the covers and caused the motion to increase.

I turned my head in his direction and could see in the dim night light 
that he was holding his penis and pumping it up and down.  He gave 
out a deep sigh and I could see from the dim night light, a wet 
substance come out at the end of his penis.  At my age and 
experience I was not familiar enough to realize totally what had 
happened.

He got up carefully from the bed, made his way down the hall to the 
bath room, returned in a few minutes put on his undershorts and 
quietly got into bed.  That was the last I heard of him for the rest of 
the night.  

A couple of nights later he repeated the same action while I laid 
there half asleep.  In the mornings nothing was mentioned by either 
of us.
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My first Christmas at Ralph's home was very nice.  We had a large 
tree in our front room for all the neighborhood to see.  There were a 
number of presents we could not have had if we were not there.  I 
recall there was a bicycle for each Barb and me.  Another was a small 
train set that Ralph played with most of the time with or without me.  

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JANUARY 1948
AGE SEVEN
FUN WITH BIG FRANK
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Ralph had a favorite place to go to get out of the house and relax.  It 
was at a local restaurant,  where he visited with the owner and 
friends.  He would go there maybe once or twice a week to unwind 
and leave the house to Mother.  He had been an independent male 
for so long, he needed a break from the girls just as I did.  He 
retreated to the restaurant and I had my room on the third floor.

There was a time shortly after the new year that he invited me to go 
for a visit to the restaurant.  The place was quite light and airy with 
a lot of windows.  Even in the winter, the place seemed open and 
spring like.  I remember there was a small bar on the inside wall.  
Technically, I was not allowed to be there in the bar area, so Ralph 
and I would sit at a table near the windows to watch the traffic go by 
or visit with friends.
		
At times Ralph and I were there before the place opened up for 
business or on a day it was closed.  Frank, the owner, would put me 
up on the edge of the bar and feed me soda and snacks while he and 
Ralph talked.  Frank showed me around the kitchen area and allowed 
me to see what he did there.  

Ralph and Frank made an arrangement for me to be there on some 
closed days to help Frank when there was no school.  It was some 
kind of school holiday that spring that Ralph dropped me off with 
Frank for the afternoon.  Frank had me putting things away or 
cleaning up around the place.  As a seven year old there was not 
much I could do, but I really tried hard.

Those visits alone with Frank happened a couple of times, when once 
he sat me on the bar and talked to me about his business and how 
lonely it was there after everyone went away.  He gave me the 
thought that I could stay with him sometimes at night.  Frank was a 
very likeable guy and had great stories to tell me, so I thought it 
would be great to stay with him some night.

He phoned and talked to Ralph, who said he would talk to Mother 
and get back to him.  In about half an hour Ralph called back to let 
Frank know that I could stay if I really wanted to.  Frank put me on 
the phone and Ralph asked me if I wanted to stay with Frank for the 
night.  I told him I did not mind and wanted to keep him company.  
Ralph said he would meet me there for lunch the next day and hung 
up.

Frank had me do a few more chores before he announced it was time 
to quit for the day and go up stairs to his apartment.  His apartment 
was rather large and cluttered with books, magazines and papers of 
all kinds but sparse on furnishings.  He spent most of his time 
working and did not concern himself with his living area.

We were both tired and a bit dirty from the working down stairs in 
the restaurant.  Frank suggested we relax and look at some books for 
awhile before taking a bath and getting ready for bed.  He started by 
showing me some of the books he used for his painting hobby and 
went on to show me some of his paintings.  

It was warm in the apartment and Frank removed his shirt, shoes 
and trousers leaving only his underwear on.  I was involved in 
looking at a magazine and did not give it any thought.  I knew we 
planned on take a bath so it did not surprise me when he disrobed 
and asked me to do the same.

As the afternoon went into the evening he showed me more and 
more things in picture form.  Before too long he showed me pictures 
of girls without clothing and asked my reaction to them.  I told him 
they were very pretty.  All this time he watched me to see my 
responses.  Being only seven and not being very worldly, I did not 
think ahead as to where things may be leading.

Looking at the women did not seem to impress my seven year old 
mind very much, so Frank moved on to harder material.  He showed 
me more nude women in more exposed positions.  And still no 
reaction from me.  Next he showed me a picture of a young man 
showing his nude back side.  He talked about how he would paint 
him and went on to another picture of the same guy with a frontal 
pose.  Ralph asked what I thought about the picture and asked what 
were the most important or difficult parts to paint.

Not being a painter, I really had no way of knowing.  I told him I did 
not know and he went on to explain different parts of the body and 
how he could capture them on canvass.  All that time he watched to 
see how I would response to exposure to nude men or women.  
About that time he was reacting more than I.  He continued to handle 
his crotch as he moved things around or fondled himself.  I tried not 
to notice but once he caught me looking into his crotch.

His activity and the view of the men got me arouse somewhat, for a 
seven year old.  Frank moved around on the edge of the couch and 
sat closer to me.  Soon after, I felt his hand on my bare leg as he 
continued to talk and show me pictures of nude men.  It seemed to 
me that his hand kept moving closer to my crotch.  I may have been 
only seven, but I realized something pleasant was happening inside 
me as a result of his touch.  

Without warning I felt his hand go up and slightly under the leg of 
my undershorts.  The feeling really stimulated my very young body 
and Frank seemed to know it.  He asked if I felt comfortable with 
him.  I said I did and he asked if I was ready for a bath with him.  
He caught me by surprise and I hesitated.  To prompt me he slide his 
hand further under my undershorts until his hand touched my 
testicles.  I thought the feeling was going to drive me out of my skin.  
It was so very enjoyable and I wanted more.

He quickly removed his hand from my crotch, placed it upon the 
back of my neck with his other hand on my arm and guided me up 
and toward his bed room.  Standing me just inside his bed room, he 
told me to wait while he started the bath tub water.  I could see and 
admire all the pictures and photos on the walls.  There were a few 
nude women and mostly nude men.  Many of the nude poses of men 
were young and a couple of them were very young men or boys.  The 
boys' photos might have been taken as they posed for him.

I stood there taking in the poses when he returned catching me in a 
stimulated state.  I was not even aware of my physical appearance at 
that time.  I stood there looking up at the pictures and photos with 
my  left hand holding onto my undershorts and my erect penis under 
them .  

Frank watched me for a few seconds before he came over to me.  He 
crouched down in front of me, looked me straight in the eyes, put his 
hands on either side of my waist, pulled me into his arms and 
without saying anything slide his hands from my waist to my ankles 
removing my undershorts.  I stood there helplessly in his arms and 
with my buttocks in his hands.  He rubbed my butt cheeks in his 
large hands and gave me wonderful sensations.  

The sensations were so wonderful, I did not mind his finger reamed 
up and into my colon channel.  He moved his finger around inside my 
hot little colon stimulating the end of my bared penis to touch his 
under garments.  Frank quickly removed his finger from me, placed 
his hands on either side of my buttocks.  Still looking me in the eyes, 
he lifted his hands taking my undershirt up and over my head.  He 
dropped the undershirt to my side and asked if I was ready for that 
bath.  I told him I was.  

Frank was at that time in his middle fifties.  He had light blonde hair 
mixed with a lot of gray.  His eye brows were big and bushy, mostly 
gray with spots of darker hairs sticking out here and there.  He had 
been a large and powerful man with little fat.   Over the years his 
muscle mass has began to go leaving soft loose tissue in it place.  He 
appeared to be in good shape for his age.

Frank stood up in front of me, pulled off his undershirt to reveal his 
sparse and slightly gray haired chest and loose muscles and skin.  
Without any hesitation, he slid down his underwear in front of me 
exposing what had been a bulge in his undershorts.  His large hard 
penis popped out and up in front of him somewhat like a 'Jack in the 
Box.  For a seconds it startled me and I stepped back a little.

He asked if he could pick me up and hold me in his arms.  I nodded 
to his desire and experienced a rush of emotions inside me as he did.  
He held me tightly and gently in his large arms as he walked toward 
the bath room and the running tub water.  He placed me carefully on 
the floor at the side of the tub, reached into the water to test it and 
picked me up and put me in the tub water.  He stood up and got into 
the water with me and without thinking rubbed his own genitals.

I stood there in my nakedness looking at him step over the edge of 
the tub and into the water.  I could see the penis rod bob around as 
it moved jetting out of a bush of grayish blonde hair.  His testicle 
sack swung back and forth between his legs and suddenly came to a 
stop when he pulled his legs together.

He asked if the water felt warm enough.  I said it was just fine.  He 
invited me to turn away from him.  When I did he sat down into the 
water and pulled me into his lap.  I could feel his hard shaft press 
against my back.  It caused me some excitement.  Frank picked up a 
wash cloth from the water and slowly washed my neck and back, 
chest and abdomen, crotch and legs.  Then he asked me to stand and 
bend forward while he wiped the cloth up and down in my crotch 
and butt crack.  The feeling he gave me was at such a level I could 
not begin to explain it.  I knew I loved this man and what he was 
doing to me.

Frank dropped the cloth into the water, placed his hands on my 
waist, pulled me into his face and kissed my butt cheeks.  As if that 
was not enough, he used his tongue to excite my rectum.  He ran his 
taster muscle up and around the crack and in and out of my anal 
canal.  The thrill to my young body caused me to shiver and shake 
noticeably.  Frank asked if I minded what he was doing.  Without 
hesitation, I indicated to him that I was just thrilled with what he 
was doing.

He turned me around to face him as he sat in the bottom of the tub 
in front of me.  Once again he pulled me into his face.  That time he 
tasted my testicles and the tip of my throbbing little penis.  He 
moaned as he enjoyed the flavor of my genitals.  As he sucked 
harder and harder on my little penis, I thought he was going to rip it 
from my crotch.  The sensation of his tongue action against my penis 
caused me to involuntarily hump in and out of his mouth.  The more 
he tongued me the more I humped.  It must have been a great 
experience for Frank.  I knew it was for me.

While Frank held my butt cheeks, he slowly rubbed my rectum with 
his finger.  A few times in the excitement he managed to get his 
finger in and out.  That added to the already exciting experience.

I got so very excited and finally went limp in his mouth.  Frank 
sucked me loose, got up on his knees and asked me if I would like to 
taste him as he had done to me.  I looked at his large hard penis and 
could not see me putting it into my mouth.  He held it by his hand as 
his eyes beckoned me to try.  Slowly, I moved closer to him as he 
moved toward my lips with his large tool.  

The challenge and temptation was too much to hold me back.  I 
wanted to please Frank, no matter what.  He told me to touch his 
genitals with my hands so I reached out and held his huge testicle 
sack in my left hand.  With my right hand I moved down on the top 
of his penis shaft.  There was such a contrast between his soft 
testicles sac and his hard penis.  Gently I rubbed my hand under the 
sack and wrapped my hand around his rod.

Frank put his hand over mine and pumped his hard, throbbing penis.  
I could feel the blood pulsing and jerking as we pumped harder and 
harder.  He moved my hand to join the other under his shaft while 
he pumped harder and faster.  His testicles flopped around and about 
as he pumped and humped.  He sighed and moaned as he moved 
back and forth pumping and humping until he suddenly gasped as 
for air and let out a load moan.  

At that time his penis head let out a white creamy substance as I had 
seen come from Joe.  The difference was that Joe squirted out with 
greater force than did fifty-plus year old Frank.  The amount seemed 
to me to be about the same.  I really got a good look and feel of his 
semen as it fell upon my arm and forearm before I could move it.  I 
was at a loss as to what to do about it.  

Standing there seemingly amazed, Frank asked how it felt to feel 
him.  I told him it was okay except for the sticky stuff.  He laughed, 
pulled me to him, hugged and kissed my face and neck.  I put my 
arms around his large neck and squeezed him.  His body felt good 
against my young, soft body.

Big Frank, as I came to call him, turned on the tub water again and 
rinsed me off.  After I was rinsed he stood up, gave me a towel and 
asked me to get out of the tub and dry off.  He rinsed off quickly and 
stepped out with another towel.  We both dried off, went into the 
bed room and laid on the bed holding each other close as we rested.

Big Frank liked his beer and became thirsty.  He invited me to go 
down stairs to the restaurant kitchen for a drink with him.  We both 
put on trousers quickly and walked down to the kitchen.  When we 
got there he suggested I might be hungry and agreed to fix up 
something to help us sleep.  He grabbed a bottle of beer for himself 
and got out milk and a few other ingredients for me.  I decided that I 
could handle a bowl of cereal with the milk.

I ate while Frank drank several beers and told me tall tales.  After I 
finished the cereal, we retired to the up stairs apartment for the 
night.  He and I removed our trousers and got into his big, soft bed.  
We hugged each other and went to sleep.

The next late morning Ralph returned to joined us for lunch.  He 
asked no questions except to ask if I enjoyed my visit with Big Frank.  
I told him we had a good time together and added no more.  Frank 
winked at me, gave me a hug and kissed my cheek.

Ralph and I enjoyed hot turkey sandwiches with stuffing, cranberry 
sauce, mashed potatoes, rolls and lots of rich creamy milk.  I was 
hungry since I slept late and skipped breakfast except for a fast bowl 
of cereal.

I came to enjoy visiting Big Frank as often as he asked and I was 
allowed to do so.  We both enjoyed being nude, unrestrained with 
clothing.  I liked seeing his pictures and photos.  Our physical 
relationship in those early years never went beyond his 
masturbation and him sucking me.  

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JULY 1948
AGE SEVEN
RALPH'S FAMILY SUMMER GATHERING
SCHOOL SEASON BEGAN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7.2

Each summer, it was the custom of Ralph's family to gather at the old 
family homestead.  In July of 1948 it was no exception.  During 1947, 
I spent most of the summer with my grandparents on both sides of 
my family and missed Ralph's family summer event.  Independence 
Day was the time the family gathered for fun, games, eating, 
gossiping and remembering.  At the beginning of the gathering the 
elders of the family held a family reunion to discuss family changes 
and memorable events.

Once the party began it went on for days until most had left.   Some 
family members stayed there at the home or nearby with other 
family members or friends for those summer weeks.  Summers there 
were not boring.  There was always someone around or something 
going on.  Ralph's sisters and brother-in-laws stayed only for a short 
period of time.  Most had to return to their work or jobs.  His parents, 
aunts, uncles and cousins who may have been on vacation or may not 
have worked stayed around longer.  Ralph's parents and 
grandparents paid more attention to my sister and I than did any of 
the other adults.  We were made to feel a welcome part of the family.

That summer was the first time I remember sleeping with anyone in 
my room, except Uncle Hal.  All the house space and the back lot 
were filled with adults or their children.  Space was needed and my 
room was used as a dormitory.  Boys sleep on the floor and in bed 
with me.  The other room bed room, up there on the third floor, was 
used for the same.  It was strange for me getting used to all my new 
cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents.  The boys staying in my 
room kept me awake most of the night partying and I could hear 
from the room next door from time to time.  I fell asleep from 
exhaustion sometime after one that first morning.

The boys sleeping with me were around the same age as me or 
maybe a year older or younger.  Younger boys were housed in the 
other room with a couple of older boys in charge.  There were four of 
us in my bed.  They played around, but I do not remember anything 
erotic about the nights.  It could have been I was too young to 
remember or know the difference.

Every day we ran and played games.  The girls were a pest as I 
recall.  They wanted the boys to play their games and the boys did 
not want any part of it.  My sister, Barb, was there to keep an eye on 
me and to see that no one bothered me.  It was not really necessary, 
but I was her little brother and she felt it her responsibility.  There 
were a few boys who stayed in the spare room next door when I 
went back to school after my few weeks break for the summer.  For 
me, school was in session all year long, except for a few seasonal 
breaks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My third grade teacher, Mrs. O'Connor, was a fun lady.  I remember 
she made fun of words as she taught them.  It helped me remember 
some of the funny ways the English language is used.  Lots of times 
we played games as we learned.  Most every afternoon at the end of 
the school day she would hug each student good bye.  That was in 
the school season from about late July 1948 to the end of June 1949.

I remember a girl in the class that year by the name of Grace.  It 
seemed that each time I looked in her direction, she was looking 
back at me and smiling.  She was very bold with me.  Many times 
she would come up to me to talk and touch me.  I was too young at 
the time to realize that she had a crush on me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AGE SEVEN
NEW SISTER, CAROL BORN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~7.2

On 3 November 1948,  Mother gave birth to another girl.  She was 
named, Carol, after an aunt of Ralph.  This caused a few major 
adjustments to our family.  Mother spent less time with me than she 
had before, not that she had much for me before.  She always had 
more important things to do than put up with my boy things.  I 
began at that early age to feel her withdrawal from my life.  At times 
it made me sad not having her to myself as I did before Father's 
death.  Fortunately, Ralph tried to include me into much of his 
activity.
		In a way I felt happy for Ralph.  He had a child of his 
own.  At first, I was a little disappointed by the attention the little 
one got,  but soon we all enjoyed the new member of the family, 
except for her awful noise.  I would retreat to my third floor room 
and Ralph went into his office.

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