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When I was a young guy, I was forced to live on the streets because my parents did not want me. It was an excellent education for me. Street people knew how to live, get along, and to look out for each other. Once the street people knew my problems, they all seemed to look out for this dumb kid. They would warn me to avoid certain creeps and protected me when they could.

I would wash dishes in some greasy cafe for my food. I would clean floors in order to get some money. I had to do all kind of jobs to get by. It was a terrible life for a young guy like me. It was freezing weather, but for a little money, I could go to a cheap movie and get warm. Every day was an education for me and it taught me to take care of myself. I was a street kid, so I knew how to fight if I had to, and there were times that I had to protect myself. I am amazed that I came out of that as good as I did.

In l945, I was in the army. I was underage, but the army let me stay in until I was 18, then they sent me overseas, to Japan (1946). If you read my story "1945 - My First Time" you will know about this handsome Cherokee Indian. He talked me into sucking his cock and that was my first gay sex. After that, I thought that gay guys only sucked straight guy’s dicks. So after sucking on that Indian’s cock, I liked it and I wanted another one to try. So I wanted to meet some cute straight stud and give him a blow job! I never did know that gay guys also make out with each other. I never did make it with another gay guy back then. Damn, I was so dumb about gay life.

In l945, I was in the army and stationed in Camp Wolters, Texas. I was held back from going overseas, because the army found out that I was underage. The army was the best life I had ever lived. I remained in the army for 20 years and retired in l965.

I was only a Private and the pay was something like $18.a month. Then the army took some of my pay away for things like the Red Cross, and donations to other charities We were forced to give - we had no choice. The officer in charge told us that if we did not have enough money to give to charities, then we did not have enough money to go on pass to visit the towns. This was blackmail and it was all over the army, everyone was forced to give to these charities. It was like a feather in the officer’s hat if he got everyone to give to those organizations. Then I had to buy shoe polish, and things that I had to have. Life was hard for a Private!

At last, I had saved up enough money to spend one week end in Fort Worth, Texas. When I got to the "big city" I found a cheap place to spend the night, had a hamburger for dinner, and walked the streets. Without money there was little I could do.

The streets were filled with the sexiest cowboys you have ever seen. Ofcourse, they were not real cowboys, but they all dressed like cowboys. (I think most of them worked in factories.) Most of those cute cowboys had a bottle in their pocket. See, at that time, Fort Worth was dry - that means that you could not drink alcohol. There were no bars. But, you could buy a bottle and keep it in a paper bag and out of sight. Then you were legal.

I had noticed that these cowboys studs each had a bottle. When they saw a serviceman (we all had to wear our uniforms, all of the time back then), they would offer a serviceman a drink from their bottle. I would watch as a cowboy and some soldier would walk back from the street and into an alley. There they each would take a swig from the bottle, then be on their way. The cowboys were doing their patriotic duty! Servicemen were treated very well by the civilians population during the war.

Hey, I wanted some cute cowboy to take me into the alley and give me a swig also.

Then I got my chance. This outstanding cowboy offered me a drink from his bottle. He had already had a few swigs and was feeling no pain. I accepted and the two of us walked into a dark alley. He handed me the bottle and I took a swig. Man that stuff was strong! Then he took a swig. I then started talking and we just stayed there. He was young, horny and very good looking. I thought he was very sexy. I could see his basket in his jeans and it was pushing out. I sure did like that. I got very excited and horny!

I was not use to drinking booze, so after the second swig, I felt it. We started talking about sex and I asked him a few questions. He told me he was single, and needed a girl to fix him up. I tried to proposition him, but did not know how or where to start. I do not know how I did it, but he could guess as to what I was after. After a third swig, I was feeling no pain and was getting loose. The cowboy then said he needed to take a piss. I got in position so that I could watch him as he took his piss. He opened his fly and pulled a sweet dick out. He was full, so he let it fly. I was all eyes.

Somehow, I had been loose enough for him to figure out that I wanted his cock. He suggested that we walk back further into the dark alley and have another swig. I noticed he did not button up his fly and could see he hardly had his dick in his pants. I was so excited that there was no stopping me now. I was horny and ready!

We walked further into the alley, and found a spot where nobody could see us. He then give me another swig. That made me go crazy! I was not used to drinking and was half drunk by then. He took another swig and told me how horny he was. I told him he needed a girl or a guy that sucked cocks. He told me that he would settle for anything he could find.

Then he again said he needed to take another piss. He said he was so drunk that he could not get his big dick out of his pants. This cowboy was about half drunk and by then, so was I. Then he asked me to help him get his half hard dick out of his tight pants. I always was willing to help a stud out, so I did what he wanted. I felt of his cock and started to pulling that big thing out of his pants. He told me to just hold his dick - and I did.

Next thing I knew, his pride and joy was standing at attention! I was holding this cowboys dick and he had a hard on. So he asked me to just jerk him off a little. Hey, I loved that job. I started masturbating him, nice and slow. I was so horny that I thought I would pop! He then put his arm around my shoulder and held me. He told me he was so lonely and needed a friend. I was so drunk, that I wanted to be his friend and I told him so.

Well, you can guess the rest of it. Little by little, he got me to suck on his big, beautiful hard cock. It was wonderful and I loved the feel and taste of his dick. Since I had already sucked the Indian, I knew a little about giving a guy a blow job. I then proceeded to suck his cock off!

He just held my head and slowly fucked my mouth, as my tongue was exploring his big dick. He did not choke me and did not try anything, he just wanted a blow job. I am sucking away when he takes my head and fucks my mouth, then faster and faster, until I felt this gush of him cumming in my mouth.

He told me to swallow it, so I did (my first). I thought "Hey, that was fun". I sucked him dry and swallow his cum, just like a professional cock sucker. This was the beginning of my career as a cock sucker. After that I wanted the next straight stud I could find. So that was my second time and he turned out to be a real cowboy. He worked on a ranch and rode a horse, so to me he was a real cowboy or he was a damn big lier! Either way, it was fun and that launched me and sent me on my way. I could not wait until I had saved up enough money to again go to Fort Worth for the weekend and to find my next stud that was horny!

Thanks for reading my story. I will answer all that want to write to me, so why not, let me know how you like this true story - OK?.