Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 14:11:35 +0100 (BST)
From: Peter Wilson <henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Right Education 1

This story is, of course, pure fiction and events such as written here never
ever happen. It's a great fantasy situation so if you enjoy let me know. If
you may have had similar fantasies when you were young you may care to
share them with me.

My email is henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk

Chapter 1

I grew up in a nice area of England just a bit south of the midlands. My
dear father worked as a store man/clerk in a company that made machines for
the printing industry. My mother also worked in the same company as an
accounts clerk.

We lived in a nice small village that had been originally constructed by
the original builders of the factory, around 1850 or so. The workers and
the company had great times and everyone was pleased to be part of this big
company `family'.

We all attended the local parish church and the `boss' of the company also
always attended every church function and was at times extremely generous
at these events. Also there were factory sports days and fairs, and summer
festivals and great Christmas gatherings. It was a great place for an eight
year old to be living in.

For the Christmas pageant that year I had a part as an elf with a little
green suit that was fitted with a short skirt. I was tremendously pleased
to have this part and I was so excited just before the start that I pissed
my pants.

I didn't know what to do so rather than wear smelly piss stained pants I
took them off and threw then outside the church hall window.

Towards the end of my part I had to sit on the edge of the stage directly
in front of Mr. Stevenson, who was the Managing Director of the big
company. When I sat I didn't realize that my little skirt lifted up
revealing to the man my little hairless uncut cocklet and balls. When I
stood up I gave the man a wonderful view of my nice little boy bum.

After the performance everyone gathered in the hall for some supper and
cakes and to distribute some company presents to the children.

When my name was called out I excitedly hurried to get my gift from the
man. As I stood in front of him he lifted me up in his strong arms and told
everyone present what a wonderful job I did in the pageant. As he did so
his finger found my bare little balls and then my pantless little shit
hole. The man rubbed his finger over my hole and then stabbed into me. I
jumped a little but then looked at the man's smiling face and lent up and
kissed him on the cheek. My gift was a beautiful model car, something that
my father could never afford to buy me.

As we were all leaving the function some time later Mr. Stevenson stopped
my mother and father and again told them what a fine young man I was and
that he was having some of his relatives children over to stay in his big
house next weekend and he asked if I would like to assist him with
entertaining these boys.

My father almost bowed to the floor with such a request and both he and my
mother agreed in unison that, Yes, I would be pleased to be there.

On the Wednesday evening Mr. Stevenson' s big black Rolls Royce stopped
outside our house and the man himself knocked at our front door.

Something about his finger action to me the previous Sunday returned so I
removed my school trousers and put on my green elf suit again, without any
underpants. As I had enjoyed his finger touch, I had been putting things in
my little hole since Sunday evening and knew that with some butter or
Vaseline the feeling was better and it didn't hurt. I raced downstairs
after applying some Vaseline, which I had found in our bathroom, and rushed
to greet the great man.

He smiled when he saw me in my green outfit and immediately picked me up,
in front of my parents and again his hand covered my bare bottom and after
a tickle on my balls a finger slipped easily into my shit tube. He looked
at me with a wonderful expression on his face as his finger moved around
inside me and I snuggled up against his big chest. Two fingers now found my
little cock and they pushed the foreskin back, which was such a sensation
that my cock went stiff.

He lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered to me about how I was an
excellent boy and he knew I would have a lot of fun next weekend.
Mr. Stevenson told my parents that a company van would call for me of
Friday evening, and that it wasn't necessary to pack any clothing as he
would have some new items of clothing there for me. My mother was really
overwhelmed by all this, and thanked Mr. Stevenson profusely. Somehow I
knew that his finger in my hole was going to be a major benefit for me and
my parents.

The company van arrived as scheduled and I was soon bouncing over the
county roads heading for the big house. I had not worn any underpants, just
my school trousers, shirt and school blazer. Mum had insisted that I take
my best grey school jumper, so I did.

The house was awe inspiring. It was huge and I felt the front entry area
was so big that our entire house could fit inside it. I was taken into a
side room and left for a few minutes before Mr. Stevenson arrived.

He shook my hand and then like magic a section of the wall pivoted and
holding my hand he lead me down the narrow dark hallway to another
room. The warmth in this room was wonderful, so I soon had my blazer off
and folded neatly on a small table together with my jumper.

"Well, young man. You certainly are a delight, aren't you. Very eager to
please and a very astute thinker as well."

I stood there looking at this man, now realizing that he was wearing only a
nice dark red silk dressing gown. I could see his bare legs underneath and
his slippers.

"Now I would like you to show me how nice you look. Please take off your
shirt."

I carefully unbuttoned my grey school shirt and again neatly folded it and
placed it on my blazer. He walked over to me and his warm hands now slid
down from my shoulders over my undeveloped chest and then around my waist
and up over my back. What I haven't told you is that I was very pretty,
with what my mother always told me where "Shirley Temple ringlets" in my
light brown, almost blonde hair. I was just four feet ten inches tall and
very skinny, but my bum was a well rounded pair of really nice soft
globes. Since the previous Sunday's finger insertion in my hole I had been
looking at myself naked in the long mirror in our tiny bathroom and had
several times bent over so I could see my little pink crinkle that was my
hole. It's no wonder Mr. Stevenson enjoyed putting his finger in my hole.

 I was smart enough to know that if I didn't do everything he asked me to
do, then my parents jobs would be very much in jeopardy. In fact my father
had almost pleaded with me to do everything Mr. Stevenson asked of me and
not to say anything to him, or refuse to do anything.

My little thin body felt good with this man rubbing his warm hands over
me. Then his fingers found my fly buttons and commenced undoing them. My
grey flannel school trousers were now around my ankles and the man's
fingers were encasing my cock and pulling my little foreskin back to reveal
my suddenly hardening and expanding little knob.

He then started to play with my balls and soon that welcome finger was
exploring my Vaseline greased hole and soon had me writhing with feeling as
it poked around inside me. I had washed my hole before I left home and
pushed some Vaseline up into it with my own fingers as I knew full well
that the finger in the hole scene would be a very early happening with
Mr. Stevenson.

"I am so very pleased with you young master Peter. I know that you are
going to be a very welcome visitor here in the future. Tonight you will
have some fun and experience some games that you will love for the rest of
your life. How old are you Peter?"

I told him I was 8 but would have my ninth birthday on January 20, and he
smiled.

The man bent down now to untie my shoe laces and remove my shoes and socks,
but as he did so my cock brushed against his lips. Suddenly this absolutely
wonderful feeling swamped me as my cock slipped into the warm moist mouth.
His tongue danced around under my foreskin, which I had washed, and my body
just spasmed. By now I felt a second finger slide up inside my hole, and
the tune they played on the walls of my tube, plus the tongue battle under
my erect little knob made me swoon so much I passed out for a few seconds.

The mouth continued to bring out previously unfelt feelings and my little
body humped and bumped with the two fingers now fully inserted.

At that moment I looked down to see this huge man cock standing stiff out
of Mr. Stevenson's smooth naked groin. I didn't know too much about pubic
hairs at that age, but I had seen several of the older boys swimming naked
in the village stream and knew they had very small patches of hair over
their cocks. The head on this man cock was very large and round and was
dripping this long string of clear pearl. I wanted to touch it but I
couldn't reach.

I placed my hands on the man's head and held him so that he would know that
his sucking on my cock was being encouraged. Then the door we had entered
from opened and a very nice small boy about 12 or so entered. He was nicely
dressed and had blonde curly hair that fell over his sparkling blue
eyes. He too was slightly built and was wearing short school trousers
similar to the ones I had worn over to the house. His legs were much more
developed than mine and I was impressed with his beauty and sprightly
skipping as he almost bounced over to join us.

"Dear Sir, is this the new boy? Oh my, he is pretty isn't he?" he
questioned Mr. Stevenson.

As the boy approached my cock was left wet and stiff as the man kissed the
boy who was about 5 or so inches taller than myself, but just as
skinny. Again as I looked at him I thought he was very, very pretty too.

The new boy, Rupert, now quickly took off his clothes and stood there
naked. His cock was about 4, maybe 5 inches long, not thin but with a
little bulb for its knob. It was very stiff and sticking out from his
groin. It looked a little different from mine, which I now knew got stiff
when I saw other cocks or when I pulled my long foreskin back. I had smelt
the nasty smell and knew that I should wash it well there and I made sure
that I did that each morning as I cleaned my teeth. There in front of me
was a 12 year old naked boy with a beautiful smooth hair free body, very
white, except for his mid pink nipples that stood out. They were far bigger
than mine and the little nibs were poking out.

He grabbed Mr. Stevenson's big hard cock and started to rub his small hand
up and down the shaft. Then he bent forward and his little mouth opened and
he completely covered the clear spilling knob. He sucked and sucked, but
soon

Mr. Stevenson pushed him away.

I now realized that Mr. Stevenson had now discarded his lovely rich red
dressing gown. I could see his enormous hairless cock and big smooth very
low hung balls, that reminded me of the bulls balls I often admired at
country fairs. I wanted to touch them.

Now I was lifted up onto a small bed with nice clean white sheets. Both
Rupert and Mr. Stevenson started to lick me all over with young Rupert
paying great attention to my cock and balls. There was a bowl of `stuff' on
a table next to the bed and I watched as the naked nice man got some of
this slippery stuff and started to push globs of it into my hole. I was
pleased as his fingers had become quite dry and I was looking forward to
having more fingers inside me.

Rupert sucked my cock and balls, and also fingered my hole and then scooped
up some of the slippery and rubbed it over his cock.

I was told to lie on my tummy and then Rupert climbed on my back and I felt
his hand start to guide his cock into my hole. With a gentle push my well
lubed little hole opened and my first cock had entered me. This was to be
the first of many over the next 50 years.

If this story tickles your fancy, then email me at henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk

Always interested in any form of stimulus.