I was 11 years old when it happened. My Aunt Jane kept me during the summer while my mother worked. Back in those days,1960,almost nobody had air conditioning in my little town outside of Atlanta. So, I spent a lot of time down in my Uncle Edwin's basement, since that was the coolest place in the house...in more ways than one for an eleven year old boy. Uncle Edwin built model airplanes down there, so I was always looking and playing with them. He had a big work cabinet with about 20 drawers all packed with tools,plane engines,parts, and a large collection of model plane magazines in two of them. I would look at them sometimes, but I was always careful to put them back in the correct order. You see, Uncle Edwin didn't want me in the basement, but Aunt Jane said it was OK as long as I covered my tracks and he never found out.
About two weeks into my summer break from school I was in the basement looking through the magazitighty whiteynes, and I had gotten toward the bottom of the first stack when my whole world changed. The next magazine wasn't a magazine at all, but a notebook like you might see in school. When I opened it my mouth dropped open. There, in celophane slips, were pictures of naked little boys,about my age. The first few pages were just that..young boys ,completely nude, most with hard little cocks, some together and holding each others hard cocks. The next few pages had many of these same boys in sexual activity with each other. They were sucking cocks,licking assholes,kissing, lying together head to crotch, sucking each others cocks at the same time (69, I later learned). I was dumbfounded, but that didn't keep my own little 4" peg from turning to steel and causing a tent in my pants unlike anything the Sears-Roebuck catalog ladies underwear section ever had. This was hot stuff, though I felt guilty for being so turned on...after all, I sang in the childrens choir at the local First Baptist Church.
As I looked further into the book, it became obvious that this was a group of boys who were enjoying what they were doing. And the first picture that showed a slightly older boy, about 14, fucking one of the younger boys in the asshole sent me over the edge. I pulled down my elastic wasted shorts, along with my tighty whitey underpants, and started playing with my own little rock hard pee-pee. On the next page the younger boy was lying on his back and the older boy had the young boys legs pushed back to about his head, and he was eating that little boys asshole like he loved it. Whoever took the photos got a closeup of the older boys tongue deep in the cute little asshole of the youngster. Then there were closeups of him pushing his hard,probably 5" cock , in and out of the kids little boicunt, really going deep. By this time I was just naturally jacking my own cock for the first time. My head was spinning as I looked at picture after picture of these boys fucking and kissing when the older boy leaned down, with his cock buried balls deep in the boys pussy, and stuck his tongue into the sweet mouth of the younger boy. That put me over the edge, and I had my first dry cum ever.
I was going to look further in the notebook, but I heard my Uncles footsteps upstairs as he came home from work. I quickly replaced the notebook and the magazines back in the drawer, closed it, an just made it out the basement door when my Uncle Edwin opened the screen door to the porch,which was over the basement door, and asked me what in the hell I was doing in his basement. "Just trying to cool off,Uncle Edwin. Honest. I didn't hurt anything or open any drawers", I stammered as I looked up into his stern 63 yo face.
This is the beginning of my story of my youth. You can choose to believe it or not. I believe it, cause it happened to me. Let me know if you want more.
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