A Tale of Two Lovers: The Boys Side and the Man's Side

The Boys Side

A TALE OF TWO LOVERS
First is the boy's side of the story of his first lover. The story is also told in from the perspective of the man.

Tim: It's been more than 40 years since I met Robert. I've always been attracted to men, even before that. 'Course, nobody talked about it in those days. Men who liked men were called 'sick' or 'perverts'. Anyway, My Mother and Father were always inviting young GI's over for a good 'home-cooked meal'. And sometimes, they'd spend the night. I always used the same tricks...if they were good-looking, that is...Whichever bunk they wanted, I'd say that was where I usually slept, but that they could go ahead and sleep there. Then, I'd wait until I thought they were asleep, and crawl in bed with them. If they woke up, or the next morning, I'd usually tell them that I got up in the middle of the night, and crawled into the wrong bed. By the time I was 12 or 13, I started to get erections, and even ejaculations, to some degree. So, instead of being just content to lie there, I began to fantasize what it would be like if one of them were to masturbate me. About this time, Robert came to visit. Even as a kid, I've always had a fixation for guys in uniform (I live with a retired police officer!). When I saw Robert at the door, there was something about his smile that told me we were going to be friends. All through dinner, I noticed that he kept looking at me. Even though there was a rule that when company was present, 'children should be seen and not heard', Robert kept including me in the conversation. I'm not certain what we did after supper, it seems to me we played board games. What I do remember, like it was yesterday, was getting ready for bed. Robert sort of 'flew' out of his clothes and jumped under the covers. But I got undressed real slow, and just stood there, talking to him, in my underwear. I wanted to 'feel him out' (pardon the pun). So, quite a few times during our conversation, I casually rubbed across the front of my shorts. I was gettin somewhat visably aroused, and hoped he noticed. He didn't say anything about it, but his eyes were practically glued to my crotch! We talked for a while about going fishing the next day. Then Robert said that we'd best get some sleep, since it would be a long day. Finally, I climbed up to the top bunk, and waited to carry out my plan. Usually, I'd wait quite a while before getting into my 'act'. But, that night, I was having trouble waiting. To top it off, I really DID have to go to the bathroom! As I climbed down from the bed, I could tell that Robert wasn't asleep. So, when I went into the bathroom, I purposly left the door open, so he could see me. When I'd finished, I continued with my plan, and crawled into bed with him. 'What's wrong', he asked me. 'Don't you want to sleep in the top bunk?' I told him I usually slept on the bottom, and got into it out of 'habit'. He then told me it was OK, that he could sleep in the top bunk. I was afraid my plan was going to backfire, when he said, 'Or, we can both stay in this one'. That's when I knew I had it made, and snuggled up close to him. Not much happened that night, other than cuddling, and him rubbing my back. But, since he was staying the weekend, I knew I would have my chance. After a fun, but unsuccessful day of fishing, we were getting ready for bed, when Robert asked me if I wanted to 'share' again. I didn't even say anything, I just crawled in! I won't go into details about what happened that night. Suffice it to say that Robert came over for the weekend whenever he was in port! Eventually, we lost touch. Then, a few years ago, we met each other at some get-together. We all had name tags on, or I would have never recognized him! I had to laugh when Robert said, 'My, Tim, you sure are a big boy!' Overall opinion of the experience: Fantastic! Opinion on Intergenerational Relationships: Nothing wrong with them, but probably not a real good idea in this day and age. If he had to do it all over again: I would have done more the first night. Other, similar experiences: A few, but never the same as Robert.

The Man's Side

Robert:

Approx. Age At Which the Story Took Place: 21
Current Age: 65
Education: 12TH (Some AF Courses)
Occupation: Retired Air Force Pilot
Current Sexual Status: Single, Gay


I'd just got back from overseas, when this couple invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. I remember it like it was yesterday. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. It weren't long before the door opened and there stood Timmy, all decked out in his best suit. He had dark brown hair that
would always get in his eyes. And, when he smiled, it was kinda crooked. The right side of his mouth would kinda lift higher than the left.

Well, sir, right then I knew I was in trouble. We sat next to each other during dinner, and I noticed that he kept looking at me while his father and I talked to each other.

After dinner we played "Aggrevation", that board game where you use marbles as pieces. Tim and I were partners against his mother and father. We made a good team, too!

I don't recall how many games we played that night. But, 'round about midnight, I started to thinking about that 3-hour drive back to the base, and told Timmy's father that I'd better be hitting the road, while I could still keep my eyes open.

That was when Timmy's father suggested that I spend the weekend with them. I had a four-day pass, so I didn't have to be back until Sunday. He said that they were planning on going fishing the next day at Chubber's lake.

It turned out that Timmy had bunk-beds in his room. He told me I could have the bottom bunk. I teased him, and said "I hope you don't wet the bed!" He said, "Naw, I'm much too old for that!"

Not wanting him to see me in a somewhat aroused state, I quickly got under the covers. Obviously, though, Timmy wasn't so shy. He stripped down to his scivies and just stood there, asking me if I liked fishing, and stuff like that. He didn't seem to notice (or care) that he was somewhat aroused. I was having trouble concentrating on what he was saying, when all of a sudden he started to ask me a bunch of questions. Was I married? Did I have a girlfriend? Was I seeing someone? I just answered "no" to all his questions, without wanting to go into too much detail.

You said that I shouldn't go into detail as far as sex went, so I won't. The first night, after going to the bathroom, he crawled into bed next to me. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he "forgot". He said he usually slept in the bottom bunk. I was kinda afraid, but I didn't want him to leave, so I told him it was OK.

Then, he just snuggled up close to me, and...went to sleep! It was some time before I could, though!

The next day we went fishing. Timmy's father kept commenting about my "shadow". Timmy never left my side all day!

That night, Timmy didn't even pretend. He just crawled in next to me without a by-yer-leave! He put his arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth!

We didn't get a lot of sleep that night. I was still pretty much a "virgin", but it appeared that Timmy had "been around the block" as they say. Don't get me wrong, we didn't do anything like anal sex, or anything. But we did lots of other stuff.

The next day we were like siamese twins. Timmy didn't leave my side for an instant. "Looks like you made quite an impression on the boy", his father said, smiling.

Saturday night was about the same as Friday, except that, I guess knowing I was leaving the next day, Timmy did a lot more "cuddling".

I had to leave Sunday evening, so's I could get back to the base. I could see that Timmy had tears in his eyes as he stood in the doorway and waved goodbye to me. I must admit that my vision was somewhat blurred, as well.

I tried to visit Timmy (and his family) as often as I was in town. But, before too long, I ended up getting transferred and eventually lost track of Timmy and his folks. I never knew what happened to him until I ran into him at a party awhile back. It's good to see him doing so well for himself!

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 Overall opinion of the experience: 'I will never forget it.'
 
 Opinion on Intergenerational Relationships: 'OK, so far as both people know what's going on.'
 
 If he had to do it all over again: 'I wouldn't change a thing, except keeping in touch.'
 
 Other, similar experiences: 'I've shared my bed with quite a few young fellas in my time, but I think Timmy was the youngest.'