1 The days of my youth [pt 1] - Sex Stories

1 The days of my youth [pt 1]

The days of my youth pt 1 I have been asked to repost this the only true story of mine[there is another but the characters were not me and were changed to protect the guilty]my style has changed over the last couple of years so I cleaned it up and I hope you enjoy it. So I was about 17 and a bit, a young soldier, a driver in what was then known as an RASC transport column, at his first real posting in mid Germany, and as green as they come. Off time out of barracks was rare in 1964 for us youngsters The British Army at that time knew what a duty of care was to its young men, though as soon as that 18th birthday arrived ...as a “man” you would be on your own! For entertainment we youths had the Naffi bar and little else, TV was non -existent but fortunately drink was cheap so we were young alcoholics in the making.... Female company was as rare as time off camp and even the elderly frau in the chief clerk’s office began to have a certain look to those of us youngsters with rampaging hormones. Once a month our Naffi had a games night with a lot of the married soldiers and wives in attendance. We youngsters, beer in hand timidly sat ogling the wives, some attractive, some fair, some frumpy, knowing they were all beyond reach, few wives even spoke to us lesser mortals and none of us had the bottle to request the pleasure, as usually hubby was on hand...things were different then I was a painfully shy youth, I had no skill or interest in dancing and there were few other ...

... opportunities to break ice. One or two of the shall we say more active ladies would use this as a selection evening picking out a likely lad for hubby to bring home either for a c***d sitter or as a sexual partner, nothing of course would be said at the social evening thus preserving their f****y respectability. This is exactly what happened as during the following week, I was approached by one of the older drivers, a stumpy little soul named Pete, who had been my instructor during conversion from the UK left to the German right of the road, He asked if I wanted to make a few marks babysitting, while he and his wife went out, his k**s were a couple of boys about 7 and they were too young to leave alone. Gullibly Glad of something to do outside barracks I readily agreed, so an over-night pass was swiftly arranged (they did that if someone would be responsible for our youthful safety) and come the Saturday evening I was collected at the guard- room at 1900hrs and whisked through the traffic in one of those luxury merc -taxi`s that in the 1960`s we only dreamed of in the UK, that were common in this defeated country! The wife a good looking tall blonde of about 25 named Judy, no drink on a stick beauty in fact a bit mumsy but nice in a non tarty way, was introduced, along with the k**s and a large dog, ........no -one had mentioned a dog and I was surprised to see it as It was unusual in military circles to have a dog as there was then, problem of expensive quarantine to be taken into ...