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OLD STYLE TELEPHONE HOOKUPS
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OLD STYLE TELEPHONE HOOKUPS OLD STYLE TELEPHONE HOOKUPS When I was 18 and 19 I still lived in my parents home which was a three story duplex in Bridgeport, Connecticut. I was working in a lab, testing rubber products during the day, and going to Engineering School (The Bridgeport Engineering Institute), evenings. The only telephone we had in that place was located in the furnished half basement, that also served as the kitchen (if you count that basement, the house really had four floors). Like most young sprouts at 18 and 19, I was horny all the time. My older brother had joined the Air Force a couple of years previously and I badly missed all the sex Charles and I had shared with each other. I'd also had a little sex with my older sister, but she too had been gone from the home for a couple of years. There still was a younger sister, ten years younger than me, but my parents watched her like a hawk, and she didn't like me very much anyway. There was a young guy my age in the lab where I worked and I thought of approaching him about getting together and jacking each other off, but we didn't really get on very well, so I never did. Since I did my studying and homework in the basement where the house's only telephone was located, I was able to make calls on the phone while my parents were upstairs watching black and white TV. (This was the mid-1950's, and I doubt many of you young ones living today can even imagine how primitive things were in that era). There was a young guy around my age in one of my classes at the Engineering School I liked a lot. The feeling seemed to be mutual, so I started telephoning him when I was alone down in the basement on weekends. It didn't take long for our weekend conversations to turn to sex. This guy was named Dale and he lived only a few blocks away from me. "So Dale," I said on one of our weekend telephone conversations, "have you ever messed around with a guy?" "You mean like doing homo stuff? Dale asked. "Yeah." I said. "Doing that stuff is illegal," Dale said. "Guys can end up in jail doing that stuff." "If they get caught." I said. Then, I took a deep breath and said, "My older brother and I slept in the same bedroom, and we did all sorts of things...." Dale sounded a little breathless when he finally said, " Like you mean the homo stuff?" "Yes," I said. "It felt so good you can't imaging how good..." "God!" Dale said, "Is that the brother who joined the Air Force you told me about?" "Yeah." "Wow!" Dale said. "So you're a homosexual?" "Not all together," I said, "I think I'm what they call bisexual.." "I've got to go now,"Dale said abruptly, "My parents are getting nosy about how long I've been on the telephone... bye!" and he hung up. A couple of evenings later we were in Engineering Drawing class together, and Dale was definitely a little distant--not as friendly as he'd been before our telephone conversation. After the class was over I needed to take a leak, and headed for the men's room. I was peeing in the open urinal when the door opened and Dale came in. I didn't try to hide my penis as I peed, and Dale looked directly at my cock. My dick started to rise and in a few seconds I had a full hard on. This bathroom had only two urinals and one stall. It was on an upper floor of the school and not many students used it. It was also past ten at night, and I was pretty sure nobody would barge in on Dale and me. Besides I was so freaking horny that I almost didn't care if someone barged in. . Dale's eyes were glued on my now hard as a rock cock, and he had the look of a deer caught in the headlights of my car. I thought he was going to bolt out of the bathroom and that would be the end of our beginning friendship. Before he had a chance to bolt, I turned toward him so my dick was in a better view and said softly, "You can touch it, nobody will ever know from me...." Not only did he touch it, he completely amazed me. He went down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth. In about two minutes I felt my nuts start to contract and I told Dale, "I'm going to cum.." Dale just clamped down tighter on my dick as my hot cum went into his mouth and down his throat. We became suck-off buddies after that night. I remember Dale fondly, even after all these years--almost 60 years... I lost track of him after I transferred to UCONN, and then joined the Army and went to Germany in the Infantry unit I'd joined. Dale had sucked my cock so well, that I knew he'd done it before, a lot of times, just as I had. But, Dale was too ashamed of his need to suck cocks to ever confide in me about who his first had been. Sucking each other's cock in those days could have landed us both in jail for pretty long jail terms, but like I told Dale back then, the bastards would have to catch us first!! by david stardust, Friday morning, May 6, 2016...    |
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You did live a wonderful and exciting life. I always look forward to reading your adventures. hugs V
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You did live a wonderful and exciting life. I always look forward to reading your adventures. hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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