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Paul the Teacher
By
Dave
At the height of the depression, 1935, I was eight years old. With three older brothers it was always easy to find one willing to take me on the Red Car (commuter train) from Pasadena to the Long Beach New Pike Fun Park. For those that don't know, back then the Pike had the largest wooden roller coaster in southern California. Today, where the pylons of the roller coaster were sunk into the Long Beach Bay it is now filled in and the Long Beach Auditorium and Convention Center stands.
The waterfront road was populated with arcade games of chance, fast food, tattoo parlors and thrill rides. It was the perfect place for young boys to spend a summer's day.
My oldest broth, Harry was a sophomore in high school. He was the first one of my brothers to find a way to get me in bed with him and teach me how to masturbate. That led to him teaching me to suck his cock until he would come in my mouth; and I learned to love the taste. For the next two years I sucked him almost every night and most morning before school and after he pissed. When he graduated from school he left home.
I was ten then and the next oldest brother, Mark was now a sophomore and all too willing to have me suck him dry. He seemed to have a perpetual hard-on. He would also have me service his friends. My third brother, Clark was twelve at the time and he found out what was going on and wanted in on the action too. I had an affair with him that included the same kind of sucking and swallowing, that until I went into the Navy following graduation from high school. It resumed whenever I returned home, and lasted until I married for the first time. I never lacked for a penis to fill my mouth, and I relished each swallow of cum.
On December 7, 1941 I was fourteen years old and was busy sucking my second brother's cock just before lunch when Clark burst in to tell about the Japanese attach on Pearl Harbor. Of course I was too young to enlist, but I watched as Harry and Mark both enlisted. I knew my chances of sucking either of them off for a while was pretty remote.
I worked hard at school so I could graduate by the time I was 17 and my parents reluctantly allowed me to join the Navy. I was stationed on a Destroyer, following boot camp and various schools. Fortunately for me, my ship was newly commissioned and on its' shake-down cruise on VJ-Day, so I never saw combat action, but plenty of cock-sucking action! My ship did, however, proceed to Hawaii on maneuvers. Following that, we steamed for Shanghai, China where we made home port while transporting mail and currency to port of Tsingtao in northern China. Although we saw no hostile action, we were subjected to the shelling of our liberty boats by the Communist Chinese bunkered in the hills above Tsingtao.
I was surprised to find aboard ship that there were a lot of men that enjoyed sucking and being sucked as much as I did. We had close to 300 horny men on the ship with almost no sexual outlet other than jacking off and engaging in sex with each other. I was first approached by a couple of older guys from my Division to service them. Then a Master Chief found out about me and a new chapter in my sexual development opened with my enthusiastic cooperation. That was my first time with an older man.
The Chief was an alcoholic that always had a bottle hidden away to keep him from climbing the walls. He had white hair on his head and body, and was slim and the first uncircumcised penis I had even gotten close to in my life. The Chief wanted more that me just to suck him off. He wanted me to let him fuck me. I was not into that very much, but I could not refuse him. He would skin back his cock and come in my mouth. I loved the feel of the loose skin in my mouth as I sucked him. Then after he rested and had a drink he would bend me over his bunk and fuck me. Eventually some officers heard about me. I was called upon many a night servicing a few of the officers both orally and anally. Soon, I was the center of what passed for the nearest thing to an orgy that the close quarters of the ship allowed. I was clearly in a cock- sucker's heaven!
When the War was over I had a few of years left in the Navy and was assigned the duty of putting ships into mothballs. That had me visiting ports from Seattle to San Diego. I found men in all the ports willing to enjoy the body of a young sailor, and I thoroughly enjoyed the additional time in the Navy.
When I got out of the Navy I returned to Pasadena and went to college to get a teaching degree from UCLA. In graduate school I discovered glory holes and enjoyed anonymity of sucking cocks and never knowing who they were.
During this time I married and for four years enjoyed all kinds of kinky sex with my wife, with occasional forays to worship cocks at glory holes and like-minded friends of all ages. It ended because her parents interfered with our lives. They made her feel like I was not able to support her the way they felt I should. Neither my wife nor her parents knew about my cock-sucking proclivities and the double life I led.
After the divorce I quit my job at a high school teacher, and joined the Air Force. I was stationed in Japan, where my sexual activity for the most part was heterosexual, again with occasional exciting forays into delights of male to male sex and the anonymity of glory holes and porno theaters. I married again, this time to a lovely Japanese woman; we've had a highly satisfactory sex life for 45 years. We never had children of our own.
When I got out of the Air Force we moved to San Francisco, and I resumed my teaching career; this time in a private boy's school where the scenery was all that I could desire. However, my activities never involved any of the boy candy. I continued to have an occasional one-night fling with a strange man. When I reached fifty, I got what I suppose you could call "The 50 year itch". I once again started visiting adult bookstores, peep shows, porn theaters just to find glory holes and sometimes to pick up men. There was a never-ending supply of feeders in all of the places I frequented, and I made the most of it. Spending an afternoon there, I often sucked off as many as 5 to 7 men, savoring their cum, and frequently making arrangements for further meetings.
When I retired at 65, I joined a friend's weekly group sex sessions in his beautiful secluded home. There I was presented with a group of men in ages from 19 to 75, all of them were into every kind of man-sex imaginable. The only rule was that there would be no pain, scat or coercion. Other than that, anything was permitted. I was with the group up to a couple of years ago, when I became hors de combat, and began a life of solitary pleasures, including surfing the web for stories and chat rooms. I have met a number of interesting men, and find that the delights of the Internet are enough to satisfy me. I still fantasize, of course, about the joys of the past, and enjoy sharing my fantasies with others. I am a contented man. Retired, with a lovely, loving wife, and the whole Internet to stimulate my mind and my body, and memories of wonderfully varied sex life; can any man ask for more at 75?
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