Date: Sun, 6 Jul 2014 05:38:15 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Tales From the Male Bag: The Secret World of the Little League Boy

TALES FROM THE MALE BAG:
THE SECRET WORLD OF THE LITTLE LEAGUE BOY
By Benj, as told to Zachyboy

(M/b oral, T/b oral, anal)

Next up in "Tales from the Male Bag," my new, very good friend Benj, shared
the incredibly hot and oh-so-consensual "breaking in" he got at the hands
of his mom's boyfriend at an early age. Well, not at the hands
actually. More like the big old dick. Take it away, Benj. I'm clearing my
throat just imagining it.

Benj writes...

"I started sucking when I was 9. My sperm-donor had been out of the picture
for a long time and I didn't even know what he looked like. My mom had a
whole slew of boyfriends coming in and out of our lives as long as I could
remember until she died when I was a teenager.

Her longest term boyfriend, Will, was the one who broke me in. Maybe I'm
the reason he stayed around so long? I don't know. But Will was the one who
would pick me up from my Little League practices and games, and I guess
that's how it all started.

I was a smart kid, and I already knew what sex was, and you can believe it
interested me. I'd seen Will and my mom going at it one night when I'd
glanced in through the bedroom door, and even though I was standing too far
away and the room was too dark to see exactly what was going into what, I
could tell by the sounds they were making it sure sounded like it was fun,
whatever it was...and it was hot enough that my little 9-year-old dickie
was standing at full attention by the time I got it back to my room, enough
that I had to give it a little attention of my own before I got into bed
that night, something I'd just recently discovered and was enjoying with
all the enthusiasm of an eager 9-year-old boy.

Who knows how many times I saw, heard, or sensed snippets of Will nailing
my mom back then? They weren't exactly discreet about it, and I have to
tell you, to a bored boy who could stay hard 24 hours a day, there was
something to be said for finding out more. And luckily, I didn't have to
wait too much longer.

I don't know if I'm just imagining this in retrospect because I'm older
know and I know what it means, but it seemed that even back then I could
sense that Will was interested in me. It just seemed like he looked at me
with a little too much intensity sometimes. Or stared a little too long. Or
really stared a little too long if I was getting out of the shower, or in
my undies, getting into my pajamas. Whatever it was, I sort of sensed it
all coming. And I sort of think I liked it.

One afternoon when Will picked me up, my mom wasn't around and he brought
me back to the trailer. As soon as we got inside, he started playing with
me, tickling and wrestling, that sort of thing. He didn't give me a chance
to change clothes or even get the little cup out of my uniform pants.

He pinned me down, and humped my leg a little and started rubbing my tummy,
and told me that I was getting him horny. 9-years-old, I wasn't exactly
sure what the word "horny" meant, but if it had anything to do with my hard
little dickie, or his considerably-larger little dickie, then I was all for
learning more of the vocabulary! Then he put my hand on his crotch and I
felt a man's half-boner for the first time. He told me again it was me who
was getting him that way, and he wondered if I could take care of it as
good as my momma.

I looked up at him, flashed my most innocent smile and said, "I don't
know. I guess I can try." Where I learned to flirt like that at 9, I have
no idea, but he actually moaned out loud when I said it.

"Ohhhh my God, kid," he moaned. "That is exactly the right answer."

The next thing I knew, Will was pulling me into my bedroom and pushing me
down on the bed. I liked how it felt when he did that to me. He felt big,
and powerful, and somehow I liked that a lot. He was very demanding. But it
didn't scare me. It just made me feel tingly all over. Like I was in
control of everything, and I was so proud he wanted to do all this secret
fun stuff with me and nobody else. As I sat up, he pushed my face into his
crotch and told me, "You're going to take care of me right now." He told me
I had to open up his jeans. And I did, with shaking hands.

I unsnapped them – zip – opened the flaps, and I saw a log inside his
Fruit of the Looms the size of...I don't know what! I'd never even imagined
a dick that big before. I was a kid without a dad. All I'd ever seen was my
own. And compared to mine, his was gigantic! And apparently I wasn't
getting it out for him fast enough, because tired of the wait, he pushed
his undies all the way down and his thick slab of man meat just jumped out
at me. It would have scared the shit out of me if I hadn't been so eager to
see what he wanted to do with it.

He ordered me to get my mouth on it, and even though, again, this was a
physical act I hadn't ever considered possible in my wildest imagination, I
let my own hard little dickie do the thinking and latched onto that thing
like a magnet. My mouth was little, and I opened it just barely around his
piss slit. That wasn't nearly enough (and I understand why now), so he put
his hands in my hair and pushed his cock in my mouth.

"Mmmfffmmmgghh...gag...slurp...slurp...suck...gag..." I mean, he starts
fucking my mouth as hard as he can, and at 9 years old with a virgin mouth,
my own dick throbbing in my still-sweaty Little League pants and my mind
just buzzing with electricity, I can't get much of his dick in my mouth at
all, but that doesn't bother him at all.

After who-knows-how-long of him doing this, him fucking my face, me rubbing
my own little dickie through my pants, I hear him groaning, then his cock
seems to grow even harder and larger, as if that's possible, and suddenly
this thick fluid is filling my mouth. I had no idea what it was, I had
absolutely no concept of cum, but there I was, drinking it, savoring it,
nearly gagging on it. It tasted so good, but it came out into my mouth so
fast, I didn't know what to do with it all. The force was amazing. Some of
it blew out of my nostrils (man, that burned!), and even more of it spilled
down my chin onto my uniform shirt. I was swallowing, I was drooling, I was
spitting, I was all over the planet. There was so fucking much I didn't
know what to do! And it was wonderful! While all this was going on, I kept
hearing him whisper, "Take it, little man. Swallow that load,
baby. Shit...take it...here it is...AUGGGHHH!!!"

When he finished shooting and pulled out of my mouth, he took his finger
and wiped up the cum on my chin, and then wiped up the mix of cum and snot
on my upper lip, and he made me swallow it. I loved it, I wanted more. I
smiled at him and he nodded. Then he looked at the mess on my Little League
jersey and told me I was going to learn how to clean my own uniform before
my mom got back home, and how she would be proud I was taking
responsibility. That is so hot, in retrospect. He fed me his load and what
I couldn't swallow, I drooled all over my own uniform, and he had the balls
to make me wash it up myself. That was Will. He was not generally a helpful
kind of guy.

After that, I could count on sucking him off at least once a week,
sometimes in the middle of the night, and definitely after Little League.

He'd come into my room at night when my mom was supposedly asleep and wake
me up to suck him off. And I was always eager to help him out, eating those
loads of his like a boy's last meal. On the rare times he didn't come in,
I'd fall asleep dreaming about it and missing the flavor...that tangy, hot,
bleachy, salty flavor of his cum. Even back then, thinking about it would
actually make my mouth water.

So, I'd suck him off at night, but my Little League uniform must have got
him the hottest of all. He definitely wanted me to suck him off when he
picked me up after practice and games. Sometimes right there in the damn
park! He'd pull off somewhere a bit more secluded and make me lean over,
pull out his dong and push me down to suck him. He'd hump upwards into my
mouth when he was ready to shoot, while sometimes just the secret thrill of
doing it was enough to give my little dickie a dry cum of its own, just
from rubbing around in the fabric of my pants while I sucked him.

A few times, he'd take me out to a wooded area where he could really get me
down on my knees so he could fuck himself in and out of my mouth. If he
made a mess on my shirt, he'd tell my mom that I was pretty sloppy with an
ice cream cone. If she suspected it was anything other than ice cream, she
never said a word.

That went on for about 18 months until he and my mom broke up and I had to
go find my protein from other sources. But during that 18 months he was
with us, he also let a couple of his buddies borrow me from time to time,
but hold that thought until I tell you about his son.

My first ass fucking was actually from his son Darrin.

Darrin only visited us once, for a few days, but he had to stay in my
room. I had just turned 10, I think, and Darrin was either 14 or 15. That
first night when we were supposed to be going to bed, he started talking
about sex. He asked me if I'd ever fucked a girl, and of course I hadn't,
and obviously I wasn't going to tell him about what I was doing for his
dad, so he started describing what cumming felt like, and I just pretended
it was a big secret to me, and both of us got rock hard boners.

We were lying there, Darrin in his boxers and me in my little boy
pajamas. He pulls his big teen cock out to jack off and he wants me to join
him. I push my jammie pants down and begin pulling on my little dick, it's
a lot smaller than his, and although I'm kind of embarrassed about my
little size, and way too young to shoot anything, I'm still liking it and
this feels really secret and nice, doing it with another boy instead of
Will.

But of course, Darrin gets tired of that fast and asks me to suck him. I'm
used to sucking cock like a pro now, so I say okay, and he gets up and
kneels over my face so he can sink his cock in my mouth. It was a nice
cock, too. Not too big or thick for me – just the right size – and I
liked it a lot!

Eventually, Darrin was holding the back of my neck with one hand, keeping
me lodged on his dick, and with the other hand, he reached back and played
with my little cocklet and nuts (I liked that), then he slipped his hand
under to finger my virgin ass. Oh my God, it lit me on fire when he did
that. I never imagined there were so many nerve endings back there. I guess
I had played with my ass a little myself, but it never felt like this. It
never felt like having somebody else spit soak their finger and diddle
around with that grasping, nibbling little hole of mine. Seriously, it was
like my little asshole was trying to capture his finger when he was rubbing
it around back there.

He didn't say much, he was lost in such a fog of heat, but the one
instruction I do remember him saying was, "Get that dick good and wet,
kid. Get that dick good and wet." He didn't spend a lot of time playing
with my hole, and I could have had him do that part to me all night it felt
so good. But he was already on to bigger and better things.

He flipped me over on my stomach, and again, I had that completely tingly
feeling of being so small, and being so breathtakingly overpowered in such
a good way, by such a strong boy, and flipping me over, still fingering my
ass, before I knew what was happening to me, he was spreading my legs apart
and planting that big teenage cockhead at the entrance to my tight virgin
hole.

He began to push and I tensed up for a second, but I must have been loose
enough from his fingering and his spit, because suddenly with just a slight
wince of pain as it slipped past the sphincter muscle, my little flower
just opened right up for him, and he slid it right in. I guess it helped
that it was so wet with spit and I was so excited to finally have it happen
– this was the "butt fucking" that all my little friends laughed and
joked about – and I felt so grown up that I was actually doing it for
real – and I just lay there not believing it was happening, so excited
as he kept pushing that big dick farther inside me. I lost my virginity
that night hearing him whisper, "sooo fuckin' tight...ugh, ugh," as he
jabbed it in and out of me, hoisting me up by the hips, so he could reach
around and stroke my little dickie for me while he fucked me. That was so
hot, my dick being stroked by his big teen hand, my whole body being held
up by his other strong hand. It was too much. I was coming before he even
got ten strokes into me.

I started making too much noise because it felt so good, so after I came,
he quickly took his hand off my dick and put it over my mouth so my mom and
Will wouldn't hear. The whole rest of the fuck, he kept one hand on my hip
and the other one over my mouth so I couldn't make any noise, and I had a
hard time breathing through my nose. I was actually starting to get
light-headed from the excitement and lack of air.

 Fortunately for me, teen horniness meant Darrin didn't last too long, and
suddenly I heard "augghhh...oh, yeah...auggh... AUUGGGGHHH!" and he let go
of my mouth and I took a big gasp of air as he filled my little ass with
his sticky, big cum load. I clenched my ass muscles around his dick while
he was cumming, just instinctively, and he moaned when I did that. When he
took it out, I could feel his sticky cum running out of my ass and down my
leg. It pooled on my pajama flannel where it dried overnight into a sticky
glaze.

For the next few days he stayed with us, I took care of Darrin's almost
constant teen needs frequently and I got better at it every time. I sure
liked it more every time.

I never found out if Will and Darrin had anything going on together. I
think Will probably had Darrin sucking him for a while when he was younger,
at least until Darrin was old enough to either be unattractive to Will, or
decided to go after younger boys himself. I do know Will had some porn
(mostly straight). I saw some of it on the rare occasions my mom was gone
and Will "volunteered" to watch me. So, he probably showed his son some of
this, too. And I'm sure Darrin had a lot of sex with other boys and girls
too, by the way he talked. I don't know. I just liked what they did with
me.

Will never offered to suck me. It was always about him getting off in my
mouth. Will never tried to fuck my ass either. Like I said, he was with us
about 18 months. He wanted me to suck him at least once a week, more when I
was in my Little League uniform. He had a definite thing for that. So
between those private times and a few times with his buddies, and one
memorable "guys night out" where his poker friends took turns with me, I
think it's safe to say Will dropped a load in my mouth about 125 times.

It almost scared me the first few times because it always happened so
quickly, but then I got used to reading the signs and knowing when he was
going to blow, and then I got way better at being able to swallow it all
without losing any, and I sure learned to love the taste of his cum.

So, I sucked Will from 9-on-up, but I never had anyone suck me until I was
about 12, when I got sucked off by some girls, and then by some younger
boys I talked into it. I think I just saw myself more as a kid who gave
blow jobs instead of receiving them. Not that I refused the offer, ever! I
just saw myself as more of the giver, which I enjoyed a lot.

About a month after he started me on cock sucking, Will talked my mom into
going out with "the girls" so he and his buddies could have a poker night
at our place, playing cards. Which of course, meant I was left all alone
with all of them. I stayed in my bedroom, but I could hear everything going
on. After they had a few beers, Will told them all I was a "dick-loving gay
boy" and I'd be happy to take care of all of them. And yeah, I know in all
the porn stories, they all would have made a mad dash to my room for a big,
collective gang bang, but in real life, they just came back to have me suck
them, one by one.

The first one (I'll call him Mr. Wilson) went to the bathroom first before
he came to my room. We lived in a mobile home and the bathroom was just
beyond my room. Coming back, "Mr. Wilson" stopped and looked in at me. The
door was open and a desk light was on. I was in my jammies, and already
hard knowing what was about to happen.

Mr. Wilson walked in, closed the door, came over to the bed where I was
laying and never said a word. He just stroked my cheek and ran a finger
across my lips. I laid there, just smiling kind of nervously, just looking
up at him. We both knew what was going to happen, we just didn't exactly
know how to start it. Then he must of gotten brave, because without another
word, he fished his half-hard dick out and pressed it against my lips and
pushed it in. I'd learned enough by then to do what I was good at, so it
didn't take long before Mr. Wilson gasped, and held my head tight, and
emptied his load into me.

That was the first time I realized cum could taste different between one
man and another. His cum was sweeter than Will's.

One by one, they all came back to see me. Three other men came into my room
that night over a two-hour period. The third one actually undressed me so
he could feel my body, then he had me suck him, then he shot on my
face. Will came in after they all left for his turn. I jacked my own little
dick about five times that night when they were all visiting me.

I never knew what happened to Will and Darrin after my mom broke up with
Will. And while I've had a lot of sex since then – boys, girls, men and
women – they're the two people who broke me in the earliest, and the two
I'll always remember the most. I'm boned up now just describing it to you."

---- And oh, little Benj, did we bone up too, listening to your
pre-pubescent trip down memory lane. Thanks for sharing! And the male bag
grows, my friends...the male bag grows.

"Tales from the Male Bag" are the true-life stories from people who write
to me. Their stories are real, really hot, and greatly appreciated. They're
re-lived and reprinted here with their full permission. Want to say hi to
Benj? Write to him at my email address below and I'll forward him your
notes. Come on. Throw the poor guy a bone! And keep those stories cumming!

Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com