Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2006 11:59:04 EDT
From: TrevorJNUK@aol.com
Subject: Raw-Love Part 3. Category Adult-youth

I guess I should tell you more about me. A boy of my age
doesn't suddenly get a hankering for bigger older mens'
cocks for no reason. It goes back a long time - and even
though I wasn't molested or abused as a kid, I would have
wanted it to happen. I remember being aware of the 'good
feeling' I could get from playing with my bum from about the
age of 5 or 6. What can I say? Maybe there's a new breed of
gay boy out there.

I didn't masturbate in this fashion very often; I just felt
some affinity with it. By the age of twelve or thirteen, I
remember having a distinct aim in my mind; I must prepare
myself for taking big cocks. I would bathe myself and clean
my hole completely out - and use the aid of a mirror to
watch what happened when I put things inside my body. I had
3 older siblings, and so had a decent deal of time to
myself. I remember feeling that my parents must have
known something was a little strange about my bathroom
habits.

I was never attracted to girls, in fact - all my friends
were girls. I never wanted my dick sucked. I would get so
much pleasure from reaming my hole out with bananas,
candles.. Anything I could get my hands on.

In the ninth year of high school, I hadn't long turned
thirteen. I had a dual citizenship at school. I don't think
we realize there are just as much politics in a playground
as there are in your typical office. I was friends with the
popular girls, and as such used that to shield any questions
about my sexuality. I studied hard but managed to have fun
during lessons.

We had a new Physical Education teacher, Mr. Cronin. He was
about 5'10", stockily built with a strong jaw and an
imposing demeanour. He wasn't strict, but he made sure we
listened to him. The time when I first felt an aching twinge
in my bum was during a lesson when humidity was high. I was
quite small for my age, definitely a late-developer. But the
sweat slicking the shirt to Mr. Cronin's chest made my groin
glow. We were playing rugby on the large school field. Not
the rough stuff, just joshing around between boys of the
same age. His white T-shirt was plastered to his heavy-set,
muscular body. He had tousled mousy brown hair, dark blue
eyes and a mean set of thighs on him.

At the end of lesson, we went into the changing rooms. It
was the end of the school day. Mr. Cronin looked after any
valuable belongings we had, and I had given him my sports
watch. I had taken to cleaning my hole out most mornings at
home in the bath. After meandering for a while and waiting
for the other boys to leave I got into the showers. I was
quite a bit smaller than the other boys, and hadn't sprouted
any hair in my armpits or crotch yet. I poked my head out
from around the wall and checked to see the room was clear.
I leaned up against the wall for support, and snaked my hand
down my spine and towards my tight little buns. I was
positioned so the hard spray of hot water gushed against the
very top of my buttocks. I bit my lip and inserted my finger
into my hole. I was very tight and the water wasn't helping
to lubricate me. I squatted and coated two fingers with my
saliva, enabling me to push into my tight, yielding hole.

I felt that familiar warm glow from my hole, spreading down
my thighs. I moaned slightly, and had only just started
moving the fingers out when I heard, "TREVOR!" Mr. Cronin
stood there in his black shorts, looking at the naked 13-
year-old luridly pleasuring his ass in the school showers.
Panic swept my body and I desperately tried to cover my face
and genitals. I ran and sat down on a bench, covering my
face with my hands. I sensed movement in the quiet changing
room, and felt a soft fabric touch my shoulders and back.
"Hey, it's all right little man. I won't tell anyone what I
saw. Are you cold?" he said, adjusting the towel so it
gathered at my neck and covered my arms and thighs.

I could smell his salty musky odour. I put my hands in my
lap, and turned to look at him. His hair was dark with
sweat, and he wore a faint grin on his face. In hindsight
I'd say he was thirty-three or thirty-four. I started by
saying, "I'm sorry, sir. You shouldn't have seen that. I
didn't mean for anyone to catch me!" I felt a lump in the
back of my throat, fearing I would be exposed as a freaky
boy who loves to play with his bum. He lifted his left
leg over his right and cleared his throat.

"Easy now Trevor, don't get upset. I know a handful of boys
like you. I saw what you were doing. There's nothing wrong
with it, it's great, really..." At this he placed a hand on
my knee, and inched it slightly down my thigh. This was the
first time a man had touched me. I gasped loudly, my back
arching with my eyes closed. His eyes seemed to baulk,
watching a smooth young boy shuddering at just the touch of
a male's hand. "Jesus, Trevor - you really need it, don't
you?" He was sitting to my right on the row of benches; I
turned to look at him from under my eyelashes, and brought
my legs up so the balls of my feet were level with my bum.
He caressed my thigh and moved his hand lower, ignoring my
stiff little cock. I felt his big rough fingers circling my
smooth pink entrance. "Is that nice, lad? Do you like me
touching you right here?" he asked.

He got up and locked the entrance to the changing room. The
towel had come loose and I sat on the benches with my tight
little hole wildly exposed. He sprinted back from the other
side of the room and stood between my knees. "Oh, sir...
what's happening to me? I feel all dizzy and my blood is
rushing everywhere!" I looked up at him and gasped again,
turning my head away coyly.

"It's okay, Trevor! I think I've figured it out. You see,
you're what's called a pussyboy. That little hole I was just
playing with - you want men to do some wicked things with
you, am I right?" I nodded emphatically and spread my legs
further. I reached out to the big tent in his black shorts,
grasping the thick, chunky penis they held. He groaned and
pulled his shorts mid-way down his thighs. He grinned as he
saw my eyes gaping with awe at the size of his cock. It was
about seven inches long, but to me it seemed outrageous. It
dwarfed me, and I loved all the fuzzy sweat-laden hair
around his crotch and balls. I reached up with my hand and
gently massaged under his balls. "Oh boy, you're a natural!"
he said. I tilted my head to catch his eye and saw his chest
heave with excitement.

I began sliding my hands down my naked body and toward my
hole. Mr. Cronin was still standing between my parted knees,
his huge cock exposed but fully dressed in T-shirt and
shorts, and his running shoes. I started teasing my hole,
running my fingers around the rim. Using two fingers to hold
it apart. "Please, Mr. Cronin. I want to feel it inside me."

He got onto his knees and cupped my small buttocks in his
hands. Using his thumbs to spread my hole open lewdly, he
licked from the base of my spine to my perineum. Shockwaves
passed through me as his wet slippery tongue tasted and
stimulated my virgin hole. He rocked back onto his rear and
spat hard at my hole. "Ohh, your pussy's going to get it,
boy!" he said, rising up to standing position and spitting
into his hand. He leaned down and hurriedly pushed his
helmet onto my tiny virgin ass. " I know you're ready for
this, I was watching you play with your sweet little cunt.
Now let me in!" he shouted.

My tight ring yielded under the pressure and his cock began
to sink inside me. It was much bigger than anything I'd had
inside me. Bananas were one thing, but he was a man with a
thick, stiff cock. He made shushing noises under his breath
while I whimpered. Were I an adult, my legs would have
rested on his shoulders. But as such, my little legs only
got to his forearms. He was huffing and puffing with the
effort required to inch his way deeper into me. Then
suddenly, as if happy with where he'd got, he grabbed the
back of my knees and began his assault on my tiny hole which
was spasming wildly at the intrusion. It took him very
little energy to keep my little body in place as he pumped
it in and out, my slickly prepared hole beginning to ease
open slightly.

I was tense with nervous excitement until that point, and
then I felt a feeling which has bewitched me to this very
day, seven years later. My legs open wide, a big cock
spearing into my guts. My mouth opened to a wide 'O' as I
tried to absorb these feelings and thoughts. Mr. Cronin was
watching my behaviour and chuckled. "Look at you! You're a
fucking slut boy! Never... had one as... ughh.. young as
you, though!" His big manly balls were slapping against my
upturned ass and sweat was pouring down his big strong body.
My pussy, as he called it, was full to bursting with cock,
and it seemed to be swelling inside me. I was giddy and
incomprehensible at this point, wildly stroking his arms as
the pounding continued. His pelvis began to move like a
machine. Fast deep strokes into my quivering hole as he
groaned and his cock started pulsing in my battered bowels.

I could sense something was happening again, and saw Mr.
Cronin throw his head back and thrust his groin forward,
bottoming out inside me, his balls tight to my smooth young
butt. Then, man ejaculated fiercely into boy. He gripped my
knees hard enough to bruise and exploded into my pre-
pubescent anus. "Yeahhhh I got your virgin pussyhole boy!"
His cock was twitching and expelling fertile sperm into my
waiting bottom. He got his breath back and began to steadily
remove his penis from my flooded boy-hole. He eased the
helmet from the tight grip of my ass and his life fluid
began to spill copiously from it.

My legs dropped instinctively, and he lifted his shorts back
and started to move back from me. He was frozen, looking at
my prone frame, the warm cum collecting in a pool beneath my
battered hole. "Don't worry," I said. "I know not to tell
anyone. I've read about this on the internet. I promise not
to tell a soul." He threw the watch at the floor, grabbed
his bag and exited hurriedly, leaving me to clean my broken
and sticky hole and get myself home in one piece.