1. War Time


    Date: 9/6/2017, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Author: draghunt, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the end of summer and as we got into autumn the work of my father's unit came to an end, and they were due to be transferred elsewhere. I can remember very early one misty autumn morning my father's unit parading, and then marching off to the railway station to begin their journey, leaving behind some weeping women, my mother among them. I had little time to comfort her since I had to get to work. We were working a twelve hour day as we struggled to build the MTBs and get them into service. They would have liked to work a nightshift, but the necessary illumination would have attracted enemy bombers, so we only had a single daylight shift. As winter approached I got my call up papers. This was what I had been waiting for. Like a lot of young guys at that time, I had visions of the heroic deeds I would perform, hopefully as a soldier; but it was not to be. When I told the yard manager that I would be leaving he said, "No you won't my lad, you're working here under an essential works order, and you'll stay here." And so it seemed, I was destined to remain building MTBs for the rest of the war. One of the troubles with that was that people used to look askance at young men like me, and wonder why we were not in the armed services. It might have been easier if they'd given us a uniform while building the MTBs. According to the villagers that winter was the coldest in living memory, and it certainly was bitterly cold. We had only one source of heating in the cottage, and that was ...
    the coal burning fireplace in the living room. The situation was made worse because coal was in short supply. We had only the bed covers we had brought with us from London, and no matter how many clothes you wore in bed, it was difficult to get warm. Then snow came, a relative rarity in that part of the country, and then came hard frosts. It was due to that cold that I lost my innocence. * * * * * * * * I suppose that writing about losing my innocence, especially sexual innocence, at eighteen will sound ridiculous now when such innocence seems to be lost as young as twelve years of age. It must be remembered that most of us were sexually more naïve in those days. Of course I had learned to masturbate and I had my fantasies about women, but I had little idea what a woman's body was like, especially as women covered up a lot more then. As for what a sexual intercourse would be like or how you'd go about doing it, I had only the vaguest idea. I heard the men at the yard talking about sex, but it was nearly always in sleazy joking fashion. If I asked any questions about sex I was laughed at and told, "You'll find out son." One clue to what was about to happen -- a clue to what now seems obvious to me but I didn't understand at the time -- began about a week after my father and his unit left the village. Mother began to get very restless and agitated. She had been like that in London and I had put it down to her fear of the air raids, but here, in the village, there was no bombing. ...
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