In the small town I lived in, most of the guys got their start in life with other men at the local drugstore. It was run by the two Millers, Mr. Miller Senior, and Mr. Miller Junior. They both liked to fool around with guys, particularly young guys, but anyone would do. The store had been there so long that even our dads had first got their cocks sucked by another guy in the storeroom of that drugstore — not to mention the Mayor and the Sheriff.

I got my first blowjob from Mr. Miller Jr. when I was 12. I'd heard the stories and wanted to find out for myself. One day I went and asked him if he needed any help in the storeroom. He said sure and to show up on Saturday morning at 7.00 A. M. well before the store opened.

I showed up in dungarees and t-shirt. For those youngsters among you dungarees is what jeans used to be called in the 1940s and 1950s before they became a fashion item.

I had been masturbating for about 6 months and what I knew about sex you could put in a thimble. I knew I was going to get a blow job, but I really didn't know what that was.

"Do you mind if people see you naked?' Mr. Miller asked, after he had led me into the back store-room.

"No, I don't think so," I replied.

"Do you mind if I take your clothes off?"

"No. I mean no I don't mind."

He slowly took my clothes off, folded them and laid them on the counter.

"May I touch your body?"

I nodded yes.

He picked me up and lay me on a mat that had been placed on the counter. Then he caressed my chest and stomach with one hand and my legs with the other.

"Do you masturbate?"

I nodded yes again.

"What do you think about when you do that?"

"Billy Sim's naked body."

"Is that when your cock gets hard like it's doing now?"

"Yes."

I couldn't believe that I was telling him all of this, but it just seemed more natural to answer his questions, than not to.

"What do you imagine about his hard body?"

"I imagine taking his cock in my mouth."

"That's called giving him a blow job. Did you know that?"

"Yes and No."

"Was it something like this?"

He put his lips against the head of my six inch cock and slid them down to the base of my cock.

"Oh God, I didn't know it would feel like that."

He took his hard six inch cock out of his pants.

"I'm not Billy Sims, but do you want to stroke my cock?"

"Could I please? Can I suck it like you did mine?"

"Yes. You want me to take my clothes off?"

I thought about it for a while and then nodded assent once more. He slid his lips down my cock again and I shivered. He took off his clothes and I thought he looked better than Billy Sims.

I reached down and caressed his dick.

"Oh, I like how that feels."

How do you want to suck it?"

"Huh?"

"Do you want to kneel down in front of me and suck it, or do you want me to straddle your chest and have me push it in and pull it out of your mouth, or would you like to have me suck your dick while you suck mine?"

"Yes,"

He smiled and lifted me up and placed me on my feet on the floor in front of him. I slid to my knees and slid my lips over the head of his cock and went down on his like he had done me.

"Oh yeah,' he said as he slid his fingers through the hair on my head. I went back and forth up and down his stalk with my lips. My cock got harder and harder and my muscles tensed up. He sensed what was happening, lifted me up, sat me on the counter and went down on my cock. He had no more got it all the way in his mouth than I shot my load in his mouth.

"Oh. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to do that."

"I did; it was delicious."

You swallowed it?"

"I do, but I really don't right now."

"What do you mean?"

"I do want to suck you and suck you off, but I'm not so horny now: In half an hour when I am ready to shoot again can I suck you off first before I come?"

A half an hour passed pretty fast and I was ready to go again. This time I lay on a bed in the corner of the store-room and Mr. Miller Jr. straddled my face and let me suck on his cock that way. I loved it especially when he took over and pushed and pulled his cock in and out of my mouth. I guess that is why I love to be face fucked even today.

Yeah, I've heard your story and no insult intended, but I don't believe a word of it. Everybody sucks everybody, nobody gets outed or arrested and everybody in the town cycles through the drugstore to suck or get sucked? Tell me where that town is and I'll move there immediately. It sounds like something Ira Levin would write if he wrote porn, 'The Stepford Gays,' a story about a town where everybody is gay and everybody fucks and sucks their life away in perfect harmony.

It certainly didn't happen that way for me or anybody else I know of. I never got to have sex with anybody I had a crush on. I had sex with anybody who would have sex with me, always scared I would be outed and constantly wondering why I was so different from everybody else. I never could figure out what guys saw in a woman's body, but I had no trouble with adoting of hunky guy's bodies.

I wasn't in love with cock –I was infatuated with guys who had cocks. I loved sucking cock because it made them feel good and brought me closer to them. But there were ugly fucking cocks that I wouldn't suck if they were on a perfect Adonis; and over time I found that there were pretty cocks that I would suck even if the guy they were attached to was only so-so looking.

Life bit me in the ass, though. As I got older and lost my looks I didn't lose my love for young guys, but young guys didn't want me, and I really wasn't interested in guys my age or older. I guess I was the eternal chicken hawk, which severely restricted my sex life except for masturbation.

Drug stores and grocery stores though, to get back to the subject, were places to find guys. They came almost in pairs in the 40s and 50s. Everybody needed the things sold by groceries and drug stores so they showed up every couple of miles in most areas. They also provided most of the part time jobs for youngsters. They also had back rooms and store rooms providing reasonable privacy at times.

I sucked a goodly number of cocks and got my own sucked there. It wasn't the leisurely, totally naked, sucking and fucking you see in the porn movies of today. It was furtive, cock out, on your knees, suck him off or be sucked off, close up pants, and back in public within ten minutes, wondering if anybody noticed.

I remember one Saturday I went in early to help Eric reorganize the storeroom at the drugstore. I didn't see him round, so I walked over to the storage room and heard him say, 'Shut the door and come on back here. I need some help."

I shut the door and walked to the back of the room and asked, 'Doing what?' Then I saw him standing next to the wall. He had his pants unzipped with his cut erect cock sticking out of his pants.

"I need a blow job,' he said, 'and I figured, since you normally can't keep your eyes off of me, that you'ld be just the guy to blow me. Are you up for that? Why don't you kneel down here and let me see how good a cocksucker you are?"

I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock. I don't know how many times I had jerked off thinking about sucking it.

"I've never sucked anybody's cock. I probably won't be very good at it."

"Well you've got to start sometime. You do want to suck me don't you?"

I did, so I got to my knees in front of him and slid his cock between my lips.

"Yeah, that's it man. Suck me."

I let his cock slide in my mouth a few inches and slid my lips up and down his shaft.

"Oh fuck my, take it all, oh yeah."

It didn't take long until he took control. He grabbed my head and mouth-fucked me hard and fast.

"Don't be shy, man. Take it, man. Eat me. Just keep your teeth out of the way,' he said as he rammed his cock in and out of my mouth. I loved it; it was just what I wanted from him.

He pushed my head down on his cock and impaled my mouth on his cock as he ground his hips in my face.

"You love my cock, don't you, cocksucker? You are doing pretty well for a first-time cocksucker,' he said as he pulled his cock out a couple of inches and reentered and fucked my mouth this way for a while. Then he pulled back and said, 'Shit man, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up. Suck on the head man; stick your tongue down my slit. Oh, God man, yeah, that's good. Just like that, man, yeah."

He pulled his cock away from me and started jacking it. 'You want it man? You want some more of my cock?"

"Yeah, I want your cock, man. Please, let me suck it some more."

He stuck his cock back in my mouth, grabbed my head in his hands and resumed rapidly fucking my mouth. Oh, oh, oh, I'm coming, he said as he increased the speed with which he was fucking my mouth. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot off all over my face. Then he said, 'Clean up my cock and wipe off your face. We need to get back to work."

I became his regular cocksucker and learned to swallow his cum, lick his ass, and get fucked.

The woods were my favorite haunt. Most people don't realize it today but the woods were just a small distance away in those days before the suburban sprawl occurred. Two or three guys could just disappear and have perfect privacy for whatever they wanted to do. Still, total nudity rarely happened. It just too to long to get dressed again, and you would have sticks, pine needles or ants everywhere once you got dressed.

When I was 14 and my brother Jim was 15, he started bragging about the swell place he and his best friend Roy had set up in the woods. He did this for months and wouldn't tell me where it was or invite me to see it. You know how kids are? I wasn't going to let him get away with it. So, one day I followed them.

They went somewhere that I had not been before and disappeared inside the ruins of a building. I sneaked up and looked in the window to see what they were doing. What I saw was my brother's friend Roy giving him a blow job.

His friend slid my Jim's jeans down and I could see the outline of his cock in his briefs. Roy stroked my brother's cock through the briefs and then dropped to his knees in front of him and slid his briefs down to his ankles. My brother's cock took straight out from his body and his friend Roy took it into his mouth and slid his lips up and down on it.

Even though I had already sucked 3 or 4 cocks I'd never watched anybody get a blow job. As Roy sucked his dick my brother Jim flexed his hips and met each down stroke of his friend's mouth with and upstroke of his cock. He rubbed the back of his Roy's head and neck and kept murmuring, Suck my dick.

This went on for about ten minutes and my own cock was as hard as a rock. Then I heard my brother say, 'I'm coming,' and he shot off all over Roys's face. My brother pulled up his pants and his friend stood up and jacked off and then they both left.

I stayed there and jacked off. I didn't need to follow them home.

One day about a month later I went over to Roy's house, when my brother was somewhere else. Roy's parents both worked so I knew there would not be anyone else there if he was home. Roy was alone and he invited me in.

"What brings you over here, Davey?"

"I'm horny and I thought you might suck me off like you do my brother.' He turned white.

"What do you mean?"

"I followed you to that deserted building in the woods a month ago and saw you suck off my brother."

"Deja fucking vu." Roy exclained.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I asked him.

"It means I started sucking your brother Jim because he saw me sucking somebody else, and now you want me to suck you because you saw me sucking him. Jesus Christ, before this is over I'll be sucking everybody in the school."

"But you looked like you were enjoying it. Don't you enjoy sucking cock?' I wondered.

'Yes, but I'd like some choice in the matter instead of being blackmailed."

You don't like sucking Jimmy?"

Yes, I do. He's a hot fucking stud. If he hadn't brought up the subject of cocksucking, I would probably never have gotten up the nerve to tell him I wanted his cock. I never thought about you. You were just Jim's annoying little brother. And then you pop in here and tell me you want me to suck your cock. But these days you could be his twin. You're maybe a little taller and more muscular"

He reached down and adjusted his package.

"Jesus, I don't believe it, I've got a hard-on from just thinking about sucking you. I must be out of my fucking mind."

I undid my pants, pushed them down and hung my cock and balls over the elastic of my briefs.

"Does this help?' I asked.

He licked his lips, stroked the big bulge in his pants and said, 'Jesus Christ."

I walked over and stopped in front of him. He looked like a trapped animal. I reached down and groped his package.

"What are you doing?"

"I showed you mine. You show me yours."

He looked shell-shocked, but he undid his pants and hung his cock and balls over his briefs as I had. I stroked his cock and then I knelt down suddenly and swallowed up his cock."

"Fuck, you're queer.' He was astounded. I didn't answer; I was too involved in deep throating his cock.

"Shit, you've sucked cock before. Damn you're good.' After a while he pulled me to my feet, knelt down and sucked on my cock. Nobody had ever sucked my cock before and I thought I was in heaven. Finally we went into his bedroom, shed our clothes and had a leisurely 69. He hadn't known anybody else that was queer and neither had I. We had both known guys who wanted their cocks sucked but not guys that wanted to suck cock.

We had found each other and spent a lot of time in the woods sucking cock and eventually fucking each other. We continued the relationship until he was drafted. Roy was killed in Viet Nam. In always struck me as odd that society said we couldn't legally have sex until we were 18, then they sent us off to be killed before we could even find out what life was about. Kids today don't realize how lucky they are not to be drafted into the military at 18.

The military didn't have a consistent policy toward gays during World War II. I had an uncle in WW II and he said he never had so much fun in his life as he had in the military. To be surrounded by nothing but sex starved young, well-built men was a gay's idea of heaven.

My uncle was in the navy aboard a ship. He told me:

"I had a perpetual erection which was pretty hard to hide in the enlisted uniform of the day. It became common knowledge at least among my berth mates that I was gay and that I was willing to accommodate all comers at any time.

"At night, my rack a busy place and made it hard for me to get any sleep as one guy after another would slip into it to allow me to suck them off or to have them fuck me.

"Guys who would damn queers to the fire of Hell in public would, at night, would be dropping a load down my throat or sticking their cock up my ass. Most of my visitors weren't gay; they were just horny guys who had no other sexual outlets. Married guys particularly liked to fuck me. They were used to a steady supply of sex and, I think, felt the lack of it most acutely.

"Most guys jacked off all of the time, but when that didn't work they visited me. This wasn't just me. It happened in all the berthing areas aboard ship. Sometime there was just one queer, sometimes there were three of four to share the load. I suspect the proportion of gays in the Petty officer and officer ranks was the same as in the enlisted ranks, but who they were was not as apparent.

"There were a lot of guys who hated queers and they could cause a lot of trouble. Because homosexuals were equal-opportunity cock suckers –a protected species as it were – if anybody, including seamen, petty officers and officers, picked on them or caused trouble, the offender seemed to fall down stairs, have things fall on them, or fall overboard. How could this not be the best time and place for a queer?

"Petty officers got their blowjobs in private because they had their own quarters and sometimes their own queers. But for those who didn't, we would find ourselves on a work detail in an isolated area of the ship supervised by one or more petty officers and sometimes an officer. I spent a great deal of the day on my knees sucking cock or getting fucked.

"There were also areas on the ship where it was known a horny guy could go to get his rocks off. Officers and Petty officers tended to avoid such areas, unless they wanted a blow job, or they too wanted to suck dick or get fucked. That was where I got to suck a lot of marine cock and got my own cock sucked.

"There was also a lot of on-duty cock sucking. It is amazing how fast you can suck a guy off when two guys are temporarily alone on a ship where privacy is at an absolute premium.

"Sex was probably not as available ashore where there were other options, but aboard ship was a closed system. We queer guys were like bees sucking the nectar out of flowers, and fortunately we got to keep the nectar.

"A lot of leeway was given to homosexual activity — one, because the navy needed the manpower and it was a victimless crime; and two, because all us of might be dead in the next instant from enemy action."