Chapter 4 – 1967

by davebarclay1954

1967, started as normally as possible for a youngster approaching the onset of puberty and teenager-dom. My voice started breaking which meant I spoke high, low and often in-between croakily. My hormones were all over the place and I started noticing that older girls, as well as women, had breasts. I was still meeting with the girl who I was cross-dressing with only not as often as we had been the summer of 1966, owing to it being winter and dark after school as well as too cold to meet outdoors. She was developing quite a pair of breasts herself and I found myself wondering what it must be like to have tits, did it hurt when they were developing? Could I have some of my own? Were they all as nice as hers? Did all women get turned on when the nipples were sucked and played with? The moans she made when I was rubbing her nipples and massaging her tits did that have anything to do with her wet knickers?

I found that I was masturbating on my own and with friends more often, bunking off school at least once a week (we’d turn up in the morning to registration period and be marked in then wait until the morning break at 11 before slipping down the playing fields and escaping through a hole in the fence to the den. This was an amazing place full of hills and trees with a stream flowing through it. There was always somewhere to hide away from prying eyes and the wind to see who could last the longest before shooting their load onto the grass.

None of us thought this was strange or gay, we weren’t playing with each other’s cocks after all, only our own. I never mentioned the fact that I was cross-dressing or that I would have liked to touch anyone else’s cock, those secrets were mine to keep. Anyway, this was 1967 and times were indeed changing, homosexuality was de-criminalised (I didn’t know what this meant at the time but I sure do now). I was hanging around with other guys most of the time and knew that some of these were different (they didn’t seem to look at girls the way I did, nor were they interested in the lingerie and swimwear section of the catalogues our mums borrowed or ran).

It was around the spring break for Easter that I started hanging out with an older lad from my school who lived about a mile, or a mile and a half, away. He looked a lot older than his 15 and he managed to buy Playboy and Penthouse magazines. This was the first time I had seen women naked (my clothes swapping friend was only a year older than me with no pubic hair and only size A/B tits). This really opened my eyes to the female body. I noticed a lot of my friends mums in a new light, I must admit that had any of them asked me to fuck them I’d probably have run a mile because they were my friends mums. Not because I had anything against sex, just that my friends mums???

I noticed that when we went back to school there were a lot of women from the nearby housing estate who had taken to walking through the den during the mornings, so our wanking sessions took on an element of risk of being seen, this however only added to the thrill. One morning there were two of us who had gone to the den after 11 and, we thought, we were hidden from view watching two women sitting below us talking. One of them kept pushing her hair away from her face and we could see her breasts straining to get loose from her bra and force their way through her jumper for us to get an eyeful of those pert perfect tits with their hardened nipples. Her friend was wearing a mini skirt and kept pulling at the hem as though she knew she was being watched. Of course she pulled the hem down and let it go so it shot back up and revealed her legs almost right to the intersection where her pussy was.

Bearing in mind we were watching them through the branches of a low hanging tree with our trousers around our ankles and our cocks hard and being pumped so we were desperately trying not to make any noise at all. My friend had a habit of coughing at inopportune moments so I was away from him but still in his view as he was in mine. We didn’t talk as we weren’t sure they wouldn’t hear us if we said anything at all. Anyway, I shot my load and was just about to get dressed when my friend coughed and shot his load all over the buds on the branch and this caused the branch to move and I swear it left us visible to the two women below.

I dropped down and was still trying to get my trousers up when I noticed it had gone very quiet. My friend was still standing with his cock erect and proud in his hand and his cum shooting out of the tip making the branch shake and glisten. I looked a real sight but my friend was more of a sight with his trousers round his ankles, his hard cock in his hand but going limp with the last of his cum dripping to the grass by his pants and underpants. I looked to see where the women were and they had moved away from their seat on the grass and were now watching my friend’s cock as it started to harden again.

“Are you boys alone?” One of them enquired.

“Yes, just the two of us” I croaked out.

“How would you like to show us what you can do then boys?”

“What do you mean?” from my friend.

“I live near by so if you get dressed and follow us we’ll go to mine and then you can see what I mean!” came the reply followed by a dirty laugh from her friend. We rushed to get ourselves straightened up and then went down to join them. The one who had offered to take us back to hers said that not everyone in her street worked so if we waited at the edge of the woods hidden in the tree line to see where she lived we could then go over and knock on the door.

We did this and followed them to the edge of the trees, watched where they went and after the front door was closed we were daring each other to go first and knock on the door. Anyway, I ended up being the one who approached the door and knocked, not knowing what to expect. The door was opened and we were invited in. The woman who had opened the door took us through to the kitchen and sat us down while her friend put the kettle on. While waiting for it to boil she lifted her skirt and asked if one of us would like to look under her knickers. I was over beside her in a flash, up to then I’d only seen a pussy covered in fair downy hair so this was my first sight of a full bush in the flesh as it were. My friend meanwhile was also busy getting his eyes feasted on the pussy by him. I started to put my hand into the bush and felt the crack open up eager for my finger. Anyway, the kettle boiled so drinks were made and we took these into the front room where we could be more comfortable (so the ladies told us anyway).

Once we had settled onto the sofa and the ladies had settled onto chairs they told us to remove our clothes so they could see what we had to offer some lonely housewives who were desperate for male attention. As you can imagine we were only too happy to oblige thinking that we were onto a good thing here. The ladies meanwhile were sitting drinking their tea and watching us strip. They told us to take everything off (including watches and socks) while they smiled and nodded to themselves. Once we were naked they asked us to walk over to them on the chairs so they could get a good look at our bodies. We slowly obliged and then they stood up and pushed us down onto the chairs quickly sitting on our laps and naked cocks to see if we would rise to the challenge through their clothing.

They needn’t have worried about me, I was hard before she had made herself comfortable while my friend shot his load almost as soon as his lady sat on his lap. That’s when the friendly mood evaporated, the lady had a new skirt on and would never be able to get the spunk stains out (so she said), while mine said that I was behaving myself so she would take me upstairs and leave them to resolve that predicament on their own. So upstairs we went with her leading me from behind with her hands placed on my bum and fingers moving in between my legs. As I walked the hand between my legs was finding my balls then a finger went up my bum crack and started fondling the hole. This was getting me so turned on I almost came on the stairs. Anyway, she took me into the bathroom (told me as it wasn’t her house she didn’t want to use a bedroom). Once there she locked the door, sat down on the toilet and told me to start undressing her. When I put my hands on her skirt she slapped them away and told me not to undo the skirt but to start with the blouse. I duly obliged her and undid her blouse with a lot of fumbling and it seemed to take forever. Once her blouse was off I went to undo her bra but again my hands were slapped away and she told me again not to. She said now I could remove her skirt but nothing else as she wasn’t comfortable being naked with a schoolboy.

Once she was down to bra and knickers with tights over the knickers she told me to sit on the bath and she would let me take the tights off as long as my hands didn’t touch them. I asked her what she meant and she laughed and said how naïve I was. When I sat on the bath she came and stood over me and told me to use my mouth, teeth and tongue to remove her tights but if I started moving her knickers she would spank me hard. Anyway I gripped the top of the tights in my mouth and started moving my head down. When the knickers started to slide I let go and moved to the back of her and started again from the waist band. Gripping with my mouth and slowly moving them down until the knickers started moving again. This time she must have felt them as I got such a shock when she smacked my bare arse hard with her hand. That was it, I stared at her and said “It’s not possible to move the tights off without disturbing your knickers! What do you want me to do? Get you undressed or leave you as you are?”

Her reply took me by surprise though, she said “Leave my tights where they are and just have a wank then come over my tits, you fucking stupid young wanker”.

With that she prodded me in the balls and told me to stop mithering (feeling sorry for myself) and just get on with it before she changed her mind again. With a rock solid cock again I started to tug it when she grabbed round and pulled me in so my cock went into her mouth with me still pulling it. She gave me my first ever blow job there and then and it took me only a couple of minutes to shoot my load into her mouth.

She seemed to enjoy that (although she didn’t swallow) and pulled me down next to her before opening her mouth and dribbling my come onto my neck, chest and belly mixed with her saliva. Telling me to wait, she finished undressing herself and climbed on top of my chest. Then she began rubbing herself while moving up and down on my chest before she exploded on top of me and mixed her cum with mine using her body. She came another few times before climbing off and lying next to me on the bathroom floor.

My first introduction to mutual masturbation in mixed company and I was soaked and ecstatic I was also hard again (courtesy of a teenage male body). When she noticed I was hard she told me “Sorry, but I don’t have the energy to bring you off again but have a wank and shoot over your belly if you must.”

This was becoming a day of firsts for me, after we had recovered our composure and I had completely spent everything I had, we had a bath together and she washed me front and back before getting me to wash her front and back. Once we were dry and she had got dressed we went downstairs so I could also get dressed. Back in the living room her friend was on her own and told me that my friend had disgraced himself completely, as well as coming all over her dress he had then proceeded to shoot his load every two minutes over the floor and furniture. Now, with her husband due home in 4 hours what was I going to do about that?

I told her that I was sorry but I was completely spent and grabbed my clothes and shoes putting them on as I was heading for the back door. Leaving her complaining away to her friend. Needless to say, we never saw either of those women again. My first (and, so far, last) one night stand.

During the rest of the time at school things became less eventful, my friends and I didn’t bunk off classes half as much, hormones were racing and we had enough with smoking and carrying on (as well as trying to keep out of the way of the teachers). Things had settled down as well for the younger kids as the older ones knew to stay away from them or they’d have Mike and me to deal with. Some of my non-smoking class-mates didn’t like the fact that we were getting a reputation, although it was rubbing off on them as well. I started to feel some resentment coming our way and felt it could only be a matter of time before things started to come to a head. When I mentioned this to Mike he told me not to worry about it as he had my back as I had his. I wasn’t worried about that just wary about being around them since we would have no warning of any attack coming.

After the summer holidays things became very boring, that year we had an Indian Summer where the temperature remained high until the end of September but we also had a lot of rain so playing outdoors was not an option. Christmas 1967 brought me my first long playing record ever, mum bought me Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band that year. I had heard it over and over again round at my next door neighbours since it had been released in the summer.