Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2009 14:07:12 -0700
From: joe blo <calidrmr@live.com>
Subject: JOES KIDS CHAPTER 1

 I guess it all started when I was like 8 or 9 years old. My mother thought
I needed to have more activities in my life, so she signed me up for peewee
baseball. Thats when I met the Stewarts. Joe Stewart was my coach, and Paul
and Joey were his sons that were on my team. That was when we all became
life long friends. Paul was also in the same classes at school as me, and
we only lived about a block apart, so for most of my youth....where Pauly
was, I was. Usually Joey too.

 Joey was a few years older there we were,12 or 13 and much more athletic.
He was gorgeous even then. Dark brown hair, piecing blue eyes, and a true
athlectic body. Now that I look back on it, I think I was in love with Joey
even then. But how would an 8 or 9y/o ever know? After the baseball season
was over, alot of the boys on the team all decided we would also join cub
scouts and the peewee football league. Wouldnt you know old Joe stewart
also became our football coach, and our cub scout pack leader. The man
truely was the father I never had. See, my dad was an over the road trucker
and was rarely home.

 Soccer moms of today have no idea how easy they have it. My poor mother
worked full time night shift as a nurse, and had six children to raise. Now
she has this son and his friends constantly on the run with all their
activities. If it wasn't for Mr. and Mrs. Stewart my mother would have
never kept up.

 Things went along like this for a couple years. I spent alot of time
either staying at the Stewarts house or doing sports.  I hardly ever saw my
father as he only made it home a few weekends a month, and on the weekends
I was never home.

 Than when I was 10 something happened that to this day haunts me. One
weekend when my father was home, he decided that him and my mother were
going away for the weekend. Mom checked with the Stewarts first to see if
they could watch me and my little brother, but they weren't home. So,
instead she sent me to stay with my aunt and uncle. They weren't going to
be but, my 18yo cousin Tommy was going to watch us.I hated going there.
They were fat disqusting people, and lived like pigs.  The house was always
so filthy, and i was afraid even eat anything for fear of getting sick from
the filth.

 When we arrived at my aunts house it was around 9pm on Friday. My brother
John had fallen asleep in the car on the way, so dad carried him in the
house and put him in one of the bedrooms. They left and it was just me and
Tommy. We watched TV for about a half hour. I dont remember what it
was...like Charlies Angels or some other boring '70s sitcom.

 Thats when Tommy told me it was time for me to shower and go to bed. I
went upstairs and stripped and was about to get a shower when Tommy came in
and was totally naked with a raging hard on. I couldnt believe it. I was
scared shitless and didnt know what to do.

 Tommy looked at me and said "You look so hot all naked like that....I've
wanted you for years. Now I am going to have you."

 I was standing there naked and shaking. Scared out of my mind. Thinking
back on it now, I understand why he wanted me I looked just like the boys
who turn me on now look. Slim and smooth, with a muscular body from working
our and sports, blonde hair down to my shoulders blue eyes and a killer
tan.

 He stepped forward and grabbed me by my hair forcing me down to my
knees. His big huge hard on was staring me in the face.  Then he told me
"put it in your mouth you little faggot"

 I screamed "Tommy no.....please no....I'm not a faggot ....please no
Tommy!!!"

 "Well if you ain't a faggot yet, you will be by the end of tonight. Now
suck my fuckin dick you little faggot" he said as he pushed my face till
his cock was pushing against my lips.

 I didn't know what to do. I sat there crying for a minute, and then slowly
started to open my mouth. As soon as it was open far enough the pressure of
him pushing forced it in my mouth. It went all the way to the back of my
throat, and I was choking and gagging. I thought i was going to throw
up. He pulled back and then forced me down on it even further.  This time
he had pushed hard enough it went into my throat and i took all of his huge
cock in my 10yo throat. I gagged, and couldnt breathe, I thought maybe i
was going to die. He pulled me off and kept repeating this, saying "Ya,
your a good little cocksucker. Take that big fucking cock in your mouth."

 This went on for a good ten minutes or so. Every time it went in my throat
it would hurt and I couln't breathe. I thought he was tearing my throat out
with his huge cock. Than when I thought I wasn't going to be able to take
this any more, he stopped and pulled it out of my mouth.

 "Man that was some good cocksuckin boy!" Tommy said. "Now we're gonna see
if that virgin ass of yours is," he said as he was flipping me over the
side of the tub. "Oh ya....thats a sexy lil boy ass. I'm gonna fuck the
hell outta that."

 "No Tommy !!!! Please no....it's too big!!!!!" I screamed. "Its gonna hurt
me. Please don't Tommy!!

I felt his big cock pushing on my virgin hole. It was already beginning to
hurt. "Please stop Tommy!!" I screamed. Then he thrust his hips forward
really hard. I couldn't believe the incredible pain that flashed thru my
little body. "OHHh FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take it out!!!!!!! Please Tommy take
it out." I was screaming at the top of my lungs now.

 Tommy pulled back, and I was thinking he was taking it out. Then he
slammed it in even harder going all the way in, I could feel his pubes hit
my smooth boy ass. "OHHH FUCK!!!!!! Tommy please stop!!!" I was
crying. Tears were running down my face. "OHHH god!!! Tommy why are you
doing this?"

 "Shut the fuck up you little faggot!! I know you like it." Tommy said as
he started slamming it in and out of my virgin boy hole. "Oh man you got
one nice tight hole kid."

 He kept doing this for a couple more minutes with me crying and screaming,
"Oh FUCK OH FUCK it hurts Tommy."

 Then I started feeling something wierd. It wasn't hurting quite as
much. And wow, what was this feeling in my tummy, and my little boy cock. I
started shivering, and my legs were going weak.

 "Your cumming aren't you you little faggot? I knew you would like it, you
are cumming."Tommy said. "I can feel your ass twitching. You are cumming."

 He kept going, and it wasn't hurting as bad. It still hurt alot when he
would pull all the way back and slam in, and I would scream, "Oh Fuck!!!"
Then it became, "OH FUCK YA!!!OH FUCK YA!!"

 "Thats it you little faggot. You like it now don't you?" Tommy was saying
as he kept slamming his big cock in me. "I knew you were a little queer.
You want my big cock don't you? You want me to fuck you harder don't you?

 "OHH FUCK, OH FUCK....OH YAAAAAA fuck Tommy...OH FUCK" was all I could
say. Then as I felt that wierd feeling starting again he started to cum in
my ass.

 "OH hell ya mikey....your cumming with me you little faggot." Tommy
screamed. "Oh fuck ya. Take my cum in your ass you little queer boy."

 He collapsed on top of me. This 300lb fat pig collapsed on top of me, and
all I wanted was him to get off of me.

 The rest of the weekend every time he could, he would send John out to
play. It would start all over. He fucked me six times before my parents
picked me up on Sunday. Luckily, all the other times when he would do it in
my mind I would just pretend it was Joey fucking my young ass. Many times
during those next 2 days I would even call out when he was fucking me, "Oh
yes Joey, FUCK ME HARDER."

  To this he just said, "I don't know who the fuck Joey is, but I will sure
fuck you harder. Your little as is mine this weekend.

 The fact that I imagined it was Joey fucking me instead of this huge fat
pig made it much easier, and being more relaxed I was even beginning to
like it. He was loving the fact that I was getting into it and even wanted
him to go harder. I was also loving it. Because thinking of Joey during
made me have those wonderful orgasms even more often.

 I never mentioned it to anyone in my family until many years later what
had happened that weekend at my aunt and uncles, but I never ever returned
to that house. No matter what the family function going on there, I always
figured out an excuse not to go. Usually it had something to do with being
with the Stewart family. In my mind my REAL family.