When I was only a kid, I was forced to live alone and try to make a living for myself. I had been kicked out of my family’s home because I told had my parents that I thought I was homosexual. I really did not know what a homosexual was, but I felt that I was one.

My parents were very "right wing religious people" They didn’t have room in their hearts for any queer son. So I was told to leave their house. I only had a jacket to keep me warm, no gloves, no cap - no money - no nothing. Winters in St. Louis, Missouri are freezing. I now wonder how I made it through that awful winter. I was homeless and lived on the streets. I had to always keep an eye open for the police and the truant officer from school. I was propositioned by every dirty old man in the city, but I turned them all down. If I went to the theater to keep warm, some man would try to play with me. I went to a priest to ask for help. All he was interested in was to feel of my dick. So I knew that if I were to have any life, I had to make it on my own. That was the best education in the world for me.

I was so hungry and cold but I knew that anything was better than the life I was trying to live. World War II was still on. But, I took a phony birth certificate to the draft board and showed them that I was 18. (I was not). I was drafted and sent to Texas for Infantry Basic Training.

I was sent to Camp Wolters, Texas. Just as I finished infantry basic training, I was called to the orderly room and told to see the Commanding Officer. He was an older and understanding guy. He looked me in the eye and asked me how old I was. I lied and he knew it. So he would not send me overseas to fight. Instead he made me the company clerk (me a clerk - with an 8th grade education?)..

I was able to fit into the army life. I was a good soldier and tried to do everything right. This was the best life I had ever lived. I had warm clothing, good food and a bed to sleep in. What more could I want? The Army became my mother and father. I spent the following 20 years in the Army! I retired in l965 as an Master Sergeant.

After a while, I knew the camp very well. I found a hole in the wall of the toilet at the service men’s club and wondered what it was for. Some guy in town tried to suck my cock and I told him no. I met a girl at the skating ring, and was able to fuck her, my first piece of ass. Hey, I loved it, but I still knew that something was missing.

Then one Sunday morning, I caught the bus from the camp to Mineral Wells, Texas, the nearest town. It was a warm summer day. There was nothing to do in town, but it did get me off the post. I went to a restaurant for my lunch. It was crowded but I found a seat at the lunch counter. Beside me was another soldier from my camp. I did not know him, but we started talking. He was good looking and had a nice body. I admired him for that.

After we had our lunch, this soldier and I walked around town. The town was dead and nothing to do, so we just walked around the streets and talked. This soldier was older than I (perhaps 22 - 24) and wiser about the ways of the world. As we walked he told me that he was from Oklahoma and he told me that he lived on an Indian reservation. He said he was a Cherokee Indian. After he told me that, I could see his Indian features. I told him he was a very good looking Indian and he laughed but liked it.

As the afternoon wore on and still nothing to do, he told me he was going to walk back to the camp. I asked him why not catch the bus, but he wanted to walk and had done it before, so he knew the route. I asked if I could join him and the two of us started walking back to camp. We walked through some wooded area and found a stream and followed it. He told me that the stream would lead us to the camp. So I followed him as we talked.

About half way to camp we found a place that had a few trees growing and was shady. As we sit under the trees we started talking. He was married and had one child, but he was drafted anyway. He told me how much he missed his wife. From that, we started talking about sex.

From where I was sitting, I could see his cock was getting hard. From my view, he had a nice piece of meat. I also started getting a hard on. Then he told me that he often walks back from the town and always takes a rest under these trees. He said it was quite here and he could do what ever he wanted to do, no one was ever around. Little by little I found out that his usual routine was to walk to this place, rest, jack off, then continue his walk to the camp. See, in the camp, you were never alone and there was not that many place for a guy to play with his dick. So he would walk to this place and take care of it. He told me that he had planed on doing that again, that afternoon

I told him that I needed to jerk off also. He asked me if I wanted to join him and we could have a jack off party. I was excited when he talked about this. He told me he did not want to get his uniform dirty, so we both took our pants and shorts off. Here was this straight stud standing with a full hard on. I then got very excited. I loved it. I had never been with a male, but I loved what I saw. This was a very good looking and sexy Cherokee Indian stud!

We sit, side by side, and talked about screwing girls. As we talked, his dick just got harder and harder. I was so dumb. I was dumb, but I felt that I knew what he wanted. I was getting very horny and went right along with all of his suggestions. He slowly and surly, began talking me into sucking his cock!

Little by little he pulled me in. First he told me to feel of his cock. I did and it felt wonderful. He asked me to jerk it a little for him, so I did. Then he told me how good it feels to have someone’s hand on his dick. He told me that I was making him feel good.

Next he asked me to spit on his dick. He was uncircumcised and had a foreskin. So he holds the foreskin out - like a cup - and told me to spit in the cup. I spit in the cup and then he told me to jerk him a little since it was wet. I put my hand around his big piece of meat and started masturbating him - nice and slow.

He kept asking me to put more spit on his dick. So I would bend over it and let some spit drop into the cup. I was bent over it and holding my mouth open so that some spit would drop out, when he put his hand in back of my head and pushed my mouth down and over the head of his cock. His dick was in my mouth before I knew it. He kept telling me how good it felt and asked me to do it again. I was loving this part of our walk back to camp, so I bent back over his big hard cock and started sucking my first dick.

As I sucked his cock, he would rub my back and tell me how glad he was that he met me. He never did try to play with my dick or try anything like that. He just wanted me to continue to suck on his dick. I had never sucked a dick before but I found out that I enjoy pleasing this handsome Indian stud.

I am sucking away, when he says that he is about ready to cum. I pull my mouth off of his cock, just as he shoots his wad. He was horny and had a big supply built up. His load landed a few feet away. I had been jerking off also, at the same time I was sucking him, so I shot my load right behind him. We wipe out cocks off with our handkerchief. Then start our walk back to the camp.

Once we were in camp, I never did see him again. I looked for him in town a few times, but he was never there. So guys, that was the first time for me to suck a cock. After that, I was ready to try it again and again, and I sure did. The next dick I sucked was a cowboy in Fort Worth. That stud sure did get something started when he conned me into giving him a blow job. My first time was great!

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