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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!