Homegrown BJ JO Stories

The routine practice of hopping trains was developed out of desperation. The destinations were unknown, the likelihood of getting caught, quite real.  But, after all, getting caught meant a free meal. The time actually aboard? Boring as hell. If alone, Jake and Eldon were in a boxcar, and helped me hop on. That's where I came in.  There were 3 of us, that made it aboard, I was the first to speak, "Nothing to do now, except nap.  ...or, do some rifle polishing !" I told the other 2 hobos present. I put my fingers to the button fly of my old work pants, with a leading look of question. "Hell, ...I'm Eldon. I can use one,  for sure. C'mon Jake, ...you know you want tuh." Eldon had a hungry look, like eager for friskiness. Eldon had his risen wand revealed, and strokin' already, before my 2nd button was even undone! "Well, ..." Jake begrudgingly began to join us, as well. Since Eldon had no problem pulling it out and pumping his fist, in front ...

  Confederate Private John Walters was marching in a reinforcement column from Front Royal Virginia, to Maryland as the troops were advancing toward Pennsylvanian skirmishes.  This is a period photo of Union Troops slinnydipping He had already explained in his diary by this point, crossings of rivers and streams this Summer and wet wool uniforms would leave one with uncomfortable rashes, so they were always fully disrobed, carried clothes and packs over their head through the river while fully naked. One would then dry off with their union suit underwear, and get back dressed, once upon the opposite bank. So, as they approached Hagerstown, MD, they stopped, everybody hastily disrobed, they waded across the chest-deep Potomac, and cambored up to muster, and dry off, upon the top of the opposite slightly higher bank where they could then, get dressed. They discovered, the whole town had turned out to greet the now nude heroes' regiment, in the open field ...with a BAND!   *...

 Mom had a neighbor buddy* named Dan, he often visited, and even babysat** for her if she needed. Dan and I were out of town at a Lodgemens' Convention; Mom went to Breckenridge. I was now 19, about to go into the Navy. All my life, I remember Dan was never a modest fella, even back when I still had buddy sleepovers, went camping, or, he took care of our pool; or, if he'd showered, and then trot out nekkid, while scratching his pubes, his dork would wiggle and sway heavily, as he used the Wall Phone, shaved nekkid, or changed slowly. He just never cared to hide it from me or my friends. Dan's puckered penis My sleepover buddies, (after he left our presence,) always commented on his hanging horsemeat. "I Like Dan's... aftershave, ...and his turkey-wattle dick-skin just gave me a stick, ..feel this!" (and, of course, I felt my bud's rod, which was rock solid...hence, an excuse to play with each other's.) So, now seeing Dan in our motel room wandering nak...

 I had an overly friendly Creole co-worker, Grégory d'Aire, (...for 6 whole months I thought it was Greg Dare.) But, he had no keep-your-distance filter. He was friendly enough, but, didn't know when he was uncomfortably in your face. He had French good looks, what with his black hair, blue eyes and pale white skin. We had a few Pot Lucks at work, and he was certainly a good cook...of course you're wondering more... At a pool party, he was shirtless, and his hairy chest, didn't disappoint, nor cover his black nipples! (Fascinating, a guy almost sickly "pale," had such ""dark" erectile tissue. Does he have "black" balls, too?) So, the arrangement was, women use restroom, in bedroom,  thru the sliding glass door...men used the bathroom located in the cabana, as it had no lock on the door. Well beers later, it was my turn, and while enjoying the solitude,  I should not have been surprised, that someone came in. I should have expected of a...

I guess my first account of boy/boy/girl or "Swinging" with a couple, was actually the year after I got out of the Navy. I was at a "quirky" group's concert, you know, the one that couldn't get airplay, because the my were so odd...then, two albums later, even the first album was then played often on the radio? Well, their concerts weren't exactly spectacles. No visual need for the stage lighting...heck, did they just prop up those life-sized cardboard likenesses, and play the record? Anyway, I was on the front portion of floor tickets, no chairs. I felt someone, give me a dick-graze. I looked to my right, and a squirrelly guy was looking at me with a $#!+ eating grin. Just as I was about to pop him one, he tilted his head, and rolled his eyes, in a "look down," motion. As I felt a firm grab at my pants, I looked down, and a girl, was on her knees, sucking his dick, AND she was jacking off the tiny-peckered, but beefy guy on the other side of h...

 Nope. ...Just a Stranger blowing through a Strange Town. I hate layovers. You can spend a few moments taking a shirt off/pants down 'whore bath,' at the sink...and, while it's both entertaining to watch, and to be the show, let's face it; after 10-15 minutes...it's back to parking your ass in the waiting room, or, someone's calling security. So, the connection won't be here until 3am. That's enough time to shut down a bar. (And, At a Gay Bar, strangers are fresh meat, no matter how old you are.) Hmm. EAGLE Tavern, 2116 W Appletree...fuck. Taxi time. I told the driver the Bar Name, he scanned me (up and down, as I was trolling my nails through my chest-pelt, and already gave my pants an unzippered fly treament.)  Yeah, he's a stiff, not interested. 11pm, well that's a good hour for a gay bar. Many there, nobody left, yet. It didn't take beer-too-long for a blue jean/t-shirt kinda guy to sidle up. "Nope. Just a stranger in a strange town....