The Summer of 64 (Patreon)

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One from the archives! A more literary piece than usual. 

Summers were hazy back then. They always seemed to have that golden hue about them, and boy were they warm. Looking back, they were the best days of my life, but also some of the hardest.

It was the sixties, so for those of you wanting to read about a Grindr hookup, or a spicy Snapchat encounter, I'm afraid you won't find it here. The closest thing to a smartphone that we had, was a beaten up old rotary with a telephone operator on the other end for long distance calls.

That being said, we didn't need a phone back then. We met in person, which is where my story begins actually. Stood in the stairwell of a block of run down flats with Collie, a boy who I'd known since childhood. His father was a violent drunk and his brother had a terrible affliction, which meant he could never be too far away from his apartment for fear that his father would take his frustrations out on the boy.

Collie was a pretty boy, with dirty hair that was golden underneath. He had real cute dimples too, and a sneaky little smile that warmed the hearts of all the old women. He was a lovable rouge, and I was simply a rouge.

"Just put it in your mouth and suck" he told me, holding his prick between his fingers and nodding, "go on, just do it".

I awkwardly got to one knee and grimaced. "You're sure this isn't gay?" I asked him, though I already knew the answer.

"It's only gay if you enjoy it" he shrugged, but I was already enjoying it.

I lipped it into my mouth and felt it grow almost instantly. He had a decent size to him, and when he was fully erect, it tipped the back of my throat and I gagged.

"Shh!" He hissed, "if my dad sees this he'll beat both our asses".

I sucked Collie in silence. Licking up and down, tonguing the smooth tip, and eventually swallowing the clear juices that poured from his pole. I'd seen him cum before, he'd stand in the stairwell with his old faded jeans around his knees and his scruffy t-shirt held up by his chin, and beat on his dick until he shot onto the concrete, but I'd yet to taste it.

I continued sucking him, listening closely to his gasps of pleasure from above, and then he grabbed my head and rocked me forward, squirting into my mouth. It tasted quite strange, sweet yet bitter at the same time, but I swallowed it all down and licked the rest from his shaft.

Collie and I had always been close, but we became closer as the years went by. We became braver, too, and it wasn't uncommon to find us both naked in the dark corners of the stairwell, touching, rubbing, kissing, sucking and eventually even fucking.

I grew to crave the feeling of his cock stretching me out. He'd hold me tight as he ploughed me, and one time Old Lady Harriet came downstairs for a cigarette and stood just feet away whilst, unbeknownst to her, Collie splashed six or seven ropes of thick cum into my gut.

The day we got caught was the same as any other day. We were both naked, my hand around my cock, and Collie's one up my ass. The door shot open, but neither of us were all that bothered. The only people who ever came in, were people who lived in the building, so they'd take the stairs rather than come around to the area where we fucked.

This time however, that's exactly where they came.

Collie froze, I did too, and we simply stared at three older guys who gawped back at us. My guess was that they were looking for somewhere to chill out with some acid or mushrooms, or whatever other shit that hippies did. They certainly looked the type.

Luckily for us, the young men didn't beat us to death, and instead decided to join in. Collie wasn't having it though, I guess he was too embarrassed, and so he dressed quickly and ran home.

"Don't put them back on" one of them said when I reached for my clothes, and so I stayed naked, and the three young men took turns with my body.

Joff was twenty, and a very beautiful young man indeed. He reminded me of Denis Wilson from the Beach Boys, and had a cock that was twice the size of Collie's. He had a foreskin too, which was odd, but interesting, and he'd get me to play with it with my teeth whilst he'd smoke.

Michael was a black guy, with a dick the width of a Coke can, but not that long. Sometimes he'd squeeze it up my ass whilst Joff fucked my mouth, and we'd have a right good time, too.

Jackie was the only one who seemed to find the whole thing rather unsavoury, though once he took a hit, his opinions changed drastically, and as long as I kept my pants on, or my dick tucked away between my legs, he'd let me lick all over, and even up his ass.

The summer of 64 was comprised mostly of stripping down in the stairwell and sexually pleasing the three young men, but the story of my sexual awakening was only just beginning, and before the warm evenings turned to cold ones, they experimented with me in the most fascinating ways.