JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING


                              by John P

                           Copyright© 2011


Chapter 9

It's Saturday again and, as always, I meet my uncle. We leave in
his truck and he touches my cock almost immediately. It's stiff
with anticipation and I scoot my bum forward in the seat so he
can play with me more easily. This is a ritual I enjoy. His big
hand strokes my pants over my little willy and I sit there, hands
by my side as he molests me, a 14-year-old boy who is a willing
party to the crime being committed against him. Before we've even
cleared the houses in the town, he's told me to take my willy
out. I do so of course because he says so and because I am an
obedient child.

Once it's out, he strokes the soft skin of the shaft and gently
feels the knob at the end with two fingers. My stomach jumps
about with the excitement at his fondling and I open my legs
further in the hope that maybe he'll play with my little balls as
well. I've opened the front of my pants completely so that his
big hand will have room enough to go inside if he wants to jiggle
my little ball-bag about. I hope he does.

I have a brief worry about when we pass a bus waiting at a bus
stop because I've realised that the passengers will be able to
see what he's doing to me. It's only a brief thought though
because he's working me up with his touch. He can't see what he's
feeling because he has to keep his eyes on the road but I place
my hand upon his, stroking it as he strokes me.

Just as I thought, he's taking me to the wood again. My last
visit there with him saw me dressed as a schoolgirl, with skirt,
blouse and pretty white knickers. I had been uneasy being dressed
that way, especially when he walked me, holding my hand, to a
clearing next to a path. After his initial groping of me, a man
had joined in and I had taken two full loads of spunk into my
mouth. Although I had been extremely aroused by the acts, the
spunk had tasted nasty as usual but my desire to please had
over-ridden the consequences of the vile stuff spurted into my
mouth.

Now here we are again and I've spotted the two bags behind his
seat that he keeps the girls' clothes in. Like last week, he
comes round to my side of the truck when we've parked, with the
bags in his hands. He opens the door and I know what I have to do
without him saying a word. I begin to strip and he watches me,
hunger in his eyes, and he touches the front of his pants. I see
him and know that I want the big cock that stands erect within,
to stroke it, to taste it, to suck on it.

When I'm naked, he goes into the bag and brings out some knickers
but this time, they're different. They have a fancy strip around
the waist and when he fits them on me, there aren't any leg holes
and I'm puzzled. There are some string things on the sides and I
see how they work when he ties the strings into bows on each of
my hips. I've worked out now that the strings can be untied and
the knickers just pulled from me without having to touch my legs
at all. I'm fascinated by this and it doesn't occur to me to
question why he's dressing me in this girls' garment.

He pulls something else out of the bag and I'm looking at what
appears to be a very short t-shirt. It is, in fact, a girl's top
and reaches down to just under my little tits. When I look down,
I see that my hard nipples are quite plain to see through the
material and I blush. A mini-skirt comes next, a very mini-skirt,
and he pulls it up from my feet to my waist where I find that it
just covers my knickers and nothing more. It's waist is
elasticated and it's made of some kind of stretchy material that
hugs my hips tightly. It's little more than a broad belt! Girls'
flat shoes complete the ensemble and he steps back to admire the
effect. I blush as he admires me but I feel quite proud when he
is pleased with the result. He fiddles with my longish hair until
he's satisfied and then he holds me, bending down and kissing my
hair.

His kisses move down to my face and then he's at my lips, waiting
for the invitation. I open my lips and he thrusts inside,
greedily tasting my tongue, feeling my teeth and gums as he
probes deeper. My arms go around him and I feel the thick cock
inside his pants against my belly. Thinking about that wonderful
cock excites me and I respond, my ardour increasing by the
second. His hands have gone under my short skirt and he's got a
bum cheek in each big hand, kneading my flesh. I want his cock,
that magnificent weapon still concealed in his pants, but I can't
have it until I'm invited to touch it.

He removes his tongue from my mouth, kisses me on the lips and
announces that we have to take a walk. I'm concerned now because
I'm almost naked and he wants me to walk with him into the wood.
It's no idle concern because I've seen four more parked vehicles
and I know that the occupants are walking in the forest
somewhere, looking for partners to have sex with. I don't want
anybody to see me and hope that we can go to a secret place for
whatever my uncle wants to do to me. If we hurry, I may not be
seen but my uncle doesn't want to hurry and I'm forced to walk at
the leisurely pace that he has decided upon.

We walk along a path and then branch off until we are about ten
yards from that path and in a small clearing. I breathe a sigh of
relief when we stop, relieved that nobody has seen me. A big tree
has fallen and it provides a seat for us, saving us from having
to sit on the leaf-covered ground. He produces some cigarettes
from his pocket and I accept one. I have started smoking because
I want to appear manly, just like some other boys in my class. We
smoke, not saying anything, but I still try to see the bulge in
his pants when he's not looking my way.

Ten minutes later, he stands and offers his hand to me. I take it
and he pulls me to my feet. Good, he's going to have sex with me
now. He is positioned with the log behind him, facing the path,
and he pulls me to his chest. My back is to the path and I can't
see when anybody comes so I won't know when to duck down to avoid
being seen but I'm sure my uncle will keep an eye out for
strangers passing.

He just cuddles me, one hand under the top I'm wearing and, after
he has pulled my skirt up a few inches, the other down the back
of my knickers. We just stand there and, uninvited, I put my arms
around his neck, laying my head on his chest. His shirt is
unbuttoned to just above his navel and I take in his manly smell.
I begin to kiss his hairy chest, feeling safe in the arms of a
real man. The hand in my knickers is kneading my cheeks again and
occasionally a finger moves down my crack, feeling for my
rosebud. When he's reached it, the tip runs around it and tries
to enter. I wince at the pain and he swiftly wets it in his mouth
and returns it to my bum-hole. He inserts it an inch and I
freeze.

I'm worrying at this point because he put his big cock in my bum
once, shooting his spunk deep inside me, and I'm afraid he might
want to do it again. It hurt then but the very fact that it
pleased him so much made my discomfort worth it.

He removes his finger and I can feel him fiddling with something
in his jacket pocket. He's using both hands to mess with
something behind my back and I can't see what it is because my
arms are still round his neck. He returns whatever it was to his
pocket with one hand and the other returns to my bum-hole. His
finger is at my hole and I feel something cold on his finger.
It's greasy and I shudder as he inserts his finger easily into
me.

He's not going to put his cock in me again, is he? Oh no, please,
not that. I'll do anything else but please, not that. He inserts
his finger slowly until I can feel his hand against my bum. I
daren’t cry out because somebody might hear us and come to
investigate. Without thinking about it, I've opened my legs wide
to facilitate his penetration of me. Why am I helping him to
abuse me?

He moves around and puts his foot up onto the log, then bends me
over his knee. I'm looking down at the leaves on the floor as he
continues his penetration of my bum-hole with his greased finger.
It's feeling easier now and when he introduces a second finger
alongside the first, he waits patiently for my hole to adjust to
the thickness. I'm pretty sure that he's going to fuck me with
that powerful cock in his pants and I begin to resign myself to
the inevitable.

He stops momentarily and, after a few seconds, he removes his
fingers from my hole. Next he reaches for my thigh and undoes the
bow on my knickers that he tied there earlier. When he reaches
over me to the other side, he releases the other string and pulls
the whole garment between my legs, leaving my bum naked.

I expect him to get behind me now and force his monster cock up
inside me but he doesn't. Instead he puts both hands on my back
and strokes me, his fingertips caressing my skin from my bum to
under the top he's made me wear. A finger plays with my bum-hole
and I wonder why it's suddenly colder than it was.

I freeze when I realise that both my uncle's hands are on my
back. I try to stand but my uncle keeps me down and croons, "It's
OK, Johnny, it's OK. Just keep still." Whoever is behind me puts
his finger into my bum-hole and it goes in easily. The stranger
treats me gently as he inserts a second finger beside the first
and screws them both into me.

My uncle is trying to calm the panic within me by talking
quietly, assuring me that everything is OK. "He won't hurt you,
sweety, just relax and you'll really like it."

I'm standing there, bent over, being molested by a man I can't
see and my uncle is helping him by taking one of my bum-cheeks in
each hand and spreading them apart to enable his invasion of my
body. I'm grateful that the stranger isn't hurting me but I'm
wondering now why my uncle is letting somebody do this to me.

"Does it feel good, sweety?" my uncle asks and I give the answer
he wants to hear.

"It's lovely," I reply without any conviction in my voice. It's
not, of course, but I know that my uncle will be turned on by
this answer and I always try my best to please him in any way I
can. The thought of being able to suck my uncle's cock over-rides
my present discomfort and I settle down to let the stranger
continue the exploration of my orifice. I hear the man spit and I
feel his warm saliva hit my bum-crack. His finger withdraws, runs
around the saliva and re-enters me. He continues this for a
couple of minutes and I start to realise that this now doesn't
hurt at all; I've just got a feeling of fullness inside me.

A pleasant feeling is washing over me now and I'm not minding
this stranger doing this to me at all. When he takes his fingers
from my hole, I begin to miss them in a weird kind of way and am
now thinking that I wouldn't mind at all if he pushed them back
into me. I'm still resting my chest on my uncle's knee so I can't
see behind me as I hear a belt buckle rattle and a zip is pulled
down. Worry crowds my mind as it dawns on me what is about to
happen. He's going to bum me! He's going to mate me. The big
stiff cock he no doubt has is going to be forced into me and
it'll hurt terribly. I try to rise but Uncle Fred holds me down,
reassuring me that all will be well.

"He's only going to make love to you, sweety. He won't hurt you,"
he says but I don't feel at all confident about it.

Something is pressed to my rosebud and I know now that it's too
late. I can't run away and the fact that my uncle is enjoying
what is about to take place means that I have no choice but to
suffer whatever is about to befall me.

I hear the man spit again and more saliva joins the greasy mess
that covers my bum-hole. The cock pushes forward and I tense,
waiting for the pain I know will follow. He enters my bum after
I've relaxed my sphincter and I'm relieved that it doesn't hurt
at all, at least not yet. With the head of his cock inside me, he
stops, pauses for a few seconds until he knows that I'm adjusting
to his size. Then he pushes forward again and I feel another inch
enter me. Still no pain. Another inch goes inside and I'm
beginning to wonder when the pain will come.

He moves his cock back and then forward, advancing millimetres
each time, I imagine, until I feel his pubic hair against my
bum-cheeks. This man-cock is not as thick or as long as my
uncle's, I realise, and I've worked out now that the pain I
experienced the time I was fucked by my uncle will not be
inflicted on me by this man with the smaller cock. He's inside me
completely and I'm surprised that I don't mind at all.

The stranger is fucking me slowly, gently, and I'm no longer in
fear of him. Uncle Fred has removed his hands from my back and
the stranger first holds my hips and then moves his arms around
me, circling my waist. His gentle fucking is making me quite
relaxed and then my uncle bends down beside me and begins to
whisper in my ear.

"You like being fucked, don't you? You like a cock in your pussy.
Doesn't it feel good, sweety?" and I reply, "Yes, it's lovely,"
with more conviction than earlier. It really IS feeling good now
and I find myself pushing back into the stranger's groin. The
man's kissing the back of my neck now and I feel so good that I'd
like to kiss him back but of course I can't. I hear his breathing
in my ear and the occasional moan, the moan of a man being turned
on by me, my body. For some inexplicable reason, I want to please
him the best way I can.

My uncle is stroking my hair and fingering my ears, tickling me
but enhancing the feelings I'm getting from the man with his cock
buried inside my almost virgin boy-pussy. They are both loving
me, each in his own way, and I'm feeling quite warm inside,
enjoying the love each has for me. I want to kiss both of them
but I'm stretched over my uncle's knee and being loved from
behind so it's not possible. What I DO notice is that my uncle
has brought his monster cock out into the open and is gently
wanking it. As I watch him fisting that beautiful cock, I'm
starting to get even more excited.

The man's breathing becomes laboured and my uncle whispers in my
ear, "Tell him to fuck harder, sweety. Tell him you want it
hard."

I say loudly to the man, "Please fuck me harder," and he
complies, pushing as far into me as he can. I feel his balls
banging against me with every inward thrust and my own arousal is
increased by the dirty words I have to use. I improvise in a way
that I'm sure will please my uncle.

"I need your cock. Fill me up with spunk. Fuck me harder and fill
me up." My common sense has deserted me now and I'm ranting like
a lunatic.

The cock inside me has sped up now and that little thing inside
me keeps being hit by it, giving me a stiff cock and making me
feel fantastic. I realise he must be getting close to spunking up
because he's groaning in my ear, telling me how lovely it feels
for him. My uncle's talking again and I barely hear him say,
"He's coming in your cunt, little girl, he's filling you up," to
which I reply dreamily, "Oh yes, oh yes."

I feel the throbbing of the man's cock begin in my bum and the
man moans loudly as his spunk begins to pump. He pushes forward
as far as he can and holds still while the spunk shoots deep
inside me, splashing my insides with a torrent of white hot
fertile sperm. I'm overwhelmed by how vigorous this man is, how
manly, and I feel honoured that I should be the one to receive
his seed.

My uncle is whispering to me, "Good girl, good girl," as I feel
the jerks of the cock deep inside me and I wonder, inexplicably,
if he'll make me pregnant.

The cock has stopped jerking now and I know that his spunk is
dribbling into me. My uncle takes his leg from under my chest and
I put my hands down onto the log, remaining there while I savour
what has just happened to me. The stranger's cock is still inside
me but I know that when he takes it out, I'll have to turn around
and suck it clean. I'm not looking forward to that but my uncle
always made me do it for him so I'm expecting to made to do it
for the man who has just filled me with his spunk.

When the man carefully pulls out of me, I turn around and fall to
my knees. I can feel his spunk start to dribble out of my
well-used hole and run down my leg. I'm seeing his cock for the
first time. It's not big but it's nice, with a long foreskin, and
I notice bits of brown along with the spunk and the Vaseline. I
realise what the brown is and I'm not at all enthusiastic about
having it in my mouth but I know that I must and I tentatively
lick the foreskin. I bite the bullet, so to speak, and take as
much as I can into my mouth. Because it's now soft, it means I
can take almost all of it.

Uncle Fred has taught me that I must look up at him whilst I'm on
my knees with his cock in my mouth and that's what I do now. I
look up into the man's eyes and I see that it's a boy, not a man.
My face displays the horror of this revelation. He's called Chris
something or other and he's 16 and he goes to my school!

I freeze with his cock still in my mouth. He recognises me and,
as he smiles down at me, I know that I'm finished. This is going
to be common knowledge at school in the next few days and I'm
going to be ashamed. My life is over now. There's no escape from
the shame I'm starting to feel and my hopelessness must be all
over my face. I look into his eyes and I plead silently, knowing
that my future is in his hands. He has caught me in girls'
clothes, seen that I am available for use by men or, in his case,
boys. I hold my breath as he makes his silent decision as to
whether or not to broadcast the fact at school that I am a girly
slut, happy to let men fuck me and take their cocks into my mouth
to satisfy them.

He reaches down and strokes my hair, then runs his hand down the
side of my face till it's under my chin. He's still smiling as he
pulls my head forward so that his whole cock is in my mouth and
his pubic hair tickles my nose. Regardless of what he's decided,
my tongue moves to press into his pee-slit and I feel his
foreskin wrap itself around the tip of my tongue. I play with his
foreskin inside my mouth, marvelling at the amount of skin I've
never experienced before. I gather the foreskin at the end of his
cock-head and pull it gently with my lips, tasting the cock that
has so recently sent floods of spunk inside me to fill me up so
well. The evidence of this is still dribbling down the inside of
my leg as I lick and suck him till he's clean. He lifts me to my
feet and holds me, and I'm sure that it's a sign that he will
keep my secret. Before he leaves me, he picks up my knickers and
asks if he can keep them. I look at my uncle and he nods so I say
OK. He pulls up his pants and fastens them, kisses me gently on
the lips and then leaves with his souvenir clutched in his hand.
I'm now sure he'll keep quiet about what I've done.

Uncle Fred has watched this whole episode and knows that
something's not right. He's been watching my face throughout and
now asks what was wrong so I tell him. As I'm doing this, it
dawns on me that Chris will require me to be his sex partner
whenever he wants me to be and I'm surprised that I'm not at all
dismayed by the prospect. He was so gentle with me and I'm so
grateful for his silence that I'm sure I will be happy to perform
any sex acts that please him.

My uncle's big cock is taking my attention and he notices this.
His hand pressing on my shoulder indicates that I have to go down
and I go down onto my knees once more. My tongue reaches out and
the tip gathers the pre-cum gathering at the pee-slit of that
enormous cock-head. I move down under the massive cock and lick
the big ball-sack that hangs down with the weight of the balls
contained within.

After a minute of this, I use the flat of my tongue to press hard
against the long shaft and I drag my tongue upwards from the base
to the bulbous head, feeling the tube underneath that brings his
fertile sperm out into the open or, with luck, into my waiting
mouth. My mouth envelops the head and I suck steadily, my tongue
working the underside of the shaft to pleasure him. After a
minute of this, he directs my head away from his cock and to his
pubic hair. I kiss the whole area around his crotch and he begins
to speak very softly.

"You liked being fucked, didn't you? You couldn't get enough,
could you? You'd like more cock, wouldn't you?" and I nod. "I bet
you like that boy's spunk running down your legs. I think you
like being a dirty girl."

He makes me stand and moves me towards the log. "Bend over so I
can see his spunk coming out of your pussy," and I do. My legs
are wide apart and he gets down behind me, looking at the river
of spunk now running faster down the insides of my legs. He plays
with it with his fingertips, gathers some up and puts it back
into my bum. He stands and I know what is about to happen. When
he drops his pants and undies, he grabs his cock and runs the
head around the mess that still lingers inside my bum-crack and I
fear what is coming next.

His hands grip my hips and I feel him push at my rosebud and am
pleasantly surprised when my sphincter lets him in. He holds the
head just inside my hole and I brace myself for the onslaught I'm
sure will begin soon. He's opened the hole wider than Chris did
but the thickness of his stiff pole hasn't brought pain this
time. After a brief wait, he pushes into me a couple of inches
and I inhale sharply, expecting the worst. He's filling me with
that enormous penis and up to now, the only sensation is that of
being full. He pushes again and two more inches are forced into
me until now I am taking half of that wonderful organ.

The fucking motion begins and I feel him hitting the special
place inside me that's making my dick harder each time. Each
movement increases his penetration and inside a minute, I feel
his pubic hair against me, tickling my bum-cheeks. Although it's
not hurting me, it's uncomfortable because of the size of his
cock, but I'm becoming more aroused by the second as he spears me
again and again.

He bends over my back and I feel his chest hair against me. While
he fucks me with slow gentle strokes, he kisses my neck and
whispers things in my ear.

"You like Daddy fucking your little pussy. My big cock feels
nice, doesn't it? You want my spunk, don't you, naughty girl?"

I'm so wrapped up in how he's making me feel that I almost don't
hear him. He's exciting me, making me want him, making me want
the hot white stuff up inside me. His fingers find my nipples and
he begins to pinch me hard but instead of pain, it only serves to
make me hotter. My little dick is like a steel rod and my uncle
is responsible for it.

He whispers, "Tell me you like cock. Beg for it, little slut."
I'm beginning to understand what he wants to hear and I want to
say what will give him the kind of pleasure he's giving me.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Put your spunk in me... please. I love it, I
love feeling you inside me."

That does it. He speeds up and fucks me harder, and although I'm
now getting a dull pain every time he plunges into me, I'm so
excited that I brush it aside. He's breathing harder and I know
that the volcano will erupt before too much longer.

His voice is full of tension as he says, "It's coming, sweety, my
spunk's coming!" and I say, "Oh yes, Daddy, fill me up. Shoot
into me." My hips are pushing backwards, working with him, and he
pushes forward for the last time and holds me real tight. His
groin is held tight against my buttocks as his penis throbs
inside me and the first gobs of his virile sperm are pumped
through his cock and into my waiting rectum. The hot spunk that
shoots inside me joins the load already left by Chris' boy-dick
and I revel in the feeling of the jerking cock deep inside me.
He's moaning the whole time, telling me what a good girl I am and
saying how good my pussy feels. The thick cock continues spurting
it's hot load inside me and I'm shuddering with emotion, my legs
becoming weaker.

Finally the throbbing of his cock stops and the dribbling
signifies his orgasm is almost over. He's holding me up with his
strong arms, stopping me from falling because the strength has
left my legs. He's still breathing hard but it's beginning to
moderate.

After a minute, he pulls his softening cock carefully from my
bum-hole and straight away I miss it's presence. I feel empty,
incomplete somehow. The spunk begins to leak from me and I can
feel the hot liquid running down over my ball-sack. I turn, ready
to commence my clean-up duties but he stops me.

He makes me stand in front of him and tells me to wank myself
while he watches. I do as I'm told and use two fingers and my
thumb to masturbate while he watches with interest. When he sees
that I'm about to shoot, he moves forward, placing his big cock
under my little one.

"Shoot on my cock," he tells me as he takes over the
masturbation, holding both cocks tightly together and wanking
them as one. His big hand dwarfs my little willy but the unusual
situation means that I'm soon shooting my spunk at the base of
his big cock. As he continues to hold both cocks throughout my
orgasm, I'm making involuntary fucking motions inside his hand.
When he removes his hand, I see that my sperm is now in his pubic
hair, on the shaft near the base and the dribbles are now coating
the bottom four inches of his thick shaft.

My orgasm over, I have to get to my knees to clean up the mess I
just made. With my head tilted up so that he can see my face, I
lick the spunk from his pubic hair and the lower part of the
shaft that has recently been filling my bum-hole. Sucking and
licking his whole cock for two full minutes ensures that he is
now free from shit, spunk and Vaseline.

He pulls me to my feet and it's then that we notice a fat man
with his cock in his hand who has been watching us for at least
the last ten minutes. The man has watched as my uncle's prick has
shot his copious volume of spunk into me and this man has been
excited by it. The man's cock is short but thick and I'm watching
while the man is masturbating. He comes closer and I look at my
uncle to see what we should do. My uncle nods his head and the
man comes right up to us, still wanking. I'm watching the cock,
studying the shape, the size, the foreskin that covers the head
and then uncovers it.

My uncle knows that I worship cock and he presses me down before
the stranger. I open my mouth and take in the cock that is
already on the verge of orgasm. The thick cock fills my mouth and
I have little room for my tongue to pleasure him but inside ten
seconds, I feel his hot spunk bathing my tonsils, the cock
jerking over and over as the spurts continue to come. I'm
swallowing as fast as I can so as not to drown but the amount
he's injecting into my mouth is beginning to overwhelm me. I'm
about to choke when I feel my airway clear and I know that it's
OK now.

Uncle Fred watches as I perform my clean-up duty on the man and
seems satisfied. Once the dribbles are cleaned up, the man puts
his cock back into his pants, zips up and walks away without a
word. It doesn't matter because I've pleased him. I'm now
realising that my duty in life is to please men, no matter how
many. I can taste the man's spunk which still coats the inside of
my mouth and I don't like the taste but I'm destined to do this
for the rest of my life and I'm not sure I would want to change
it.

I pull down my skirt to cover the absence of knickers, thanks to
Chris, and walk hand in hand with my uncle back towards the
truck. Before we walk ten yards, my uncle stops and I look up at
him questioningly. He goes to his knees and adjusts my skirt so
that my willy is on show to everybody and my bum feels the fresh
air once more. The evidence of my sexual promiscuity is
demonstrated as the spunk continues to run down my legs. We begin
to walk again and I'm conscious of the shamelessness with which I
display my young body to any men who want to see it. After so
many weeks under my uncle's tutelage, I'm confident about my
body, and my small dick no longer embarrasses me. I'm desirable
and I know it now. Men lust after me, they want sex with me, they
want ME to make them shoot their spunk. Married men want ME to
give them the sex that their wives won't and they know I won't be
nagging them afterwards about buying presents or wedding
anniversaries they've forgotten.

We pass three men on the path and I see in their eyes that they
want me. My willy is half hard with excitement as I realise their
attraction to me and I see one of them openly rub his crotch as
we pass. Once past each of them, I turn my head to see what they
do. Every one looks at my bum and the spunk that's dribbling down
my legs. My confidence builds with every admiring glance that I
get and I have to give the credit to my uncle for making me this
way. As a way of showing my gratitude, I resolve to take the
initiative in the future and not wait for him to direct me. I
picture in my mind coming into his room, grasping his crotch
firmly and kissing him. Then I see myself pulling down his pants,
sucking that enormous cock and going round behind him to kiss and
lick his bum-hole. Then I will bend over, pulling my bum-cheeks
apart so he can see my rosebud, and wait for him to mount me. All
this serves to do is to make my little dick get harder.

When we reach the truck, there's a man just locking the door of
his car and he spots us. His eyes open wide at the sight of me
and I wait, my hand still inside my uncle's big paw. Is he going
to make me perform for the man? Will my uncle make me surrender
myself to this man? I secretly hope so. It's then that I realise
that my having sex with other men turns my uncle on as much as
when he does things to me himself. I wasn't conscious of this
before but right then it hits me. The stranger in the woods last
week and Chris today! He likes me to be used by other men too! I
wonder then if he'll sell me, if he'll hire my body out to men
who want me badly enough. The prospect of that excites me rather
than daunts me.

My uncle ignores the man and stands me next to the truck while he
strips me naked. The man has a good view of us but he moves
closer to see me. Unseen by my uncle, I watch the man finger his
crotch and the tip of my tongue goes between my lips to waggle
about, inflaming him some more. I can't do anything because my
uncle is here and I don't have permission but I'd like to.

Once I'm naked, I will have to dress myself in my boy clothes but
not before my uncle scoops up the spunk from my legs and bum,
and, watched by the stranger, I'm fed by my uncle's fingers. The
man is beside himself with this depravity going on before him and
he opens his pants quickly, taking out the quite small cock
within. The man looks pleadingly at my uncle and he nods to the
man. I'm then put on my knees and the man approaches.

On my knees in front of the man, I open my mouth, awaiting his
pleasure. He masturbates faster and I watch the stiff dick
getting redder than before. A glint of metal from his wanking
fingers proves to be a wedding ring and confirms the fact that
he's married and has obviously come to this place to get the kind
of sex or relief that he can't get at home. The dick is two
inches from my mouth and I'm looking up at him, seeing his face
contort with arousal as he wanks He groans and I wait for the
first blast of spunk to hit, but where?

He rests his dick on my bottom lip and the spurting begins. His
white hot spunk shoots to the back of my throat, closely followed
by a second and a third. My throat muscles work as fast as I can
make them to swallow what's being pumped into my mouth. Small
dick or not, the man is feeding me a copious supply of his
life-giving juices, the same juices he's pumped into his wife to
make the kids he has. I'm coping quite well with his torrent of
spunk rushing into my open mouth and as he feels the orgasm
lessen, he pushes forward so that his cock hits the back of my
throat. The dribbling is now just sliding down my throat to join
the large amount already in my stomach. It tastes nasty of
course, just like everybody else's, but what can I do? I have to
take it because THEY want it.

When I'm certain he's finished, my tongue licks the shaft and the
head, hoping to tease out any more spunk that might still be in
the tube underneath his cock-shaft. Once it's drained, a sixty
second tongue-bath ensures that he's in a clean enough state to
go back home to his wife. He thanks my uncle as he sticks his
dick back into his pants and I kneel there, a belly full of his
spunk, and he leaves without a word to me, glancing at my stiff
dick before he turns and returns to the car he's just parked. I
don't really feel affronted but it would have been nice to have
been given a kiss before he left.

My uncle gets me to dress in my boy clothes and we drive away.
I'm thinking on the drive home how I've changed over the last few
weeks and I have only one man to thank for it. I look at him from
the passenger seat and I want to hug him, to kiss him, to show my
gratitude, and I know I'll do anything he wants me to do, no
matter how painful or humiliating. He is my mentor, my guardian
angel, the man I'll give my body to anytime he wants it.

Then I think of Chris and what he'll make me do when we meet at
school. The sight of his foreskin flashes through my mind and I
imagine pulling it with my lips and poking my tongue inside it to
tickle the head of his cock. Mmmm... Then I wonder if he's like
my uncle, and maybe he'll let other boys do me while he watches.
My little dick stirs at the possibilities of that situation.

It's over for today and I know for certain that tonight, in my
lonely bed, I'll be stroking myself to the recollection of
today's activities.

I wonder if my dad would like.....