Date: Tue, 27 May 2003 16:30:22 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Danny Boy - Part 1

The following story is pure fiction - a fantasy! It involves sexually
explicit erotic events between a very young male and adult males. If you
are offended by such material, are too young to be reading such material,
or live in an area where this lifestyle is verboten, Halt - Read no
further! Exit this fantasy and create one of your own somewhere else!

Comments and suggestions may be directed to bertcarley@goldrush.com


Danny Boy - Part 1

Now, let me give you a little history about me. My name is Danzel Van
Goagen, but I go by Dan, Danny when I was younger. You should know right up
front that I am a bottom guy. I am going to tell you how I became what I am
today. It started out when I was very, very young, when I was just a wee
one, probably about age 4. My parents were friends with the young couple
next door that were a tiny bit older. In fact, it all happened when I was
so young; I can't really remember some of the details, just bits and pieces
during the first few years. I do know I quickly bonded with Louie the
husband.

The family consisted of Husband Louie, Wife Sharon and Two Kids, Troy and
Tommy, both boys. The boys were high school age already when I was still
only four. The wife, like my mother, worked as a Registered Nurse, so they
both slept during the day and worked the night shift or swing shift. My dad
was a morning person, up at dawn, then off to a restaurant for breakfast,
then work. He seldom got home before 7pm at night, sometimes much later, as
he was in Real Estate and seemed to be working and gone most of the time,
almost 7/24. Louie, the neighbor, was a self proclaimed cowboy/rancher,
self-employed, his own boss, so he could be around the house anytime he
wanted as long as his work got done each day at the ranch or around the
house. He had a few head of cattle, a couple of horses, a few chickens and
grew a few grapes, which he quickly turned to wine every year. His wife was
really the family breadwinner. As I grew older, I realized he was what one
would call a true Italian Gigolo, living off his Registered Nurse Wife, who
made very good money. She kept him supplied with the toys he needed to play
the part of the Gigolo Stallion very well.

Louie had a big workshop attached to the back of their house off the
garage. The garage and workshop had a stairwell that led down to a full
basement under the house. He was a dark Italian, in his late thirties. His
wife Sharon and my mother slept together most of the time upstairs in our
house where it was quiet when they worked the same shift. Twice I walked
into our house and my dad and Louie were nude, taking a shower together. As
I grew older, it all came together; each family was a "Marriage of
Convenience!"  Instead of my parents getting a baby sitter, as friendly as
the two families became over the years, Louie volunteered to watch me
during the day. That way the two wives could sleep during the day and my
mother didn't have to put me in a day care center and pick me up by any
certain time each weekday. Louie said he didn't mind keeping me with
him. In fact, he obviously liked me around, as he was just a big kid
himself with few real responsibilities. Sharon his wife put few sexual
demands on him, as she and my mother were inseparable. She had the two
boys, and then she and Louie no longer shared the same bed.

Louie had your typical big, new, four wheel drive doolie Dodge pickup truck
with a huge dog that went everywhere with him. He dressed like a cowboy
most of the time, tight Levi's, a cowboy shirt he kept unbuttoned down to
his navel. The thick black hair ran down the center of his chest, over his
well-defined six-pack abs., then disappeared below his belt line. It was
coal black, long and silky, awesome to the touch. Lest us not forget the
boots, massive silver belt buckle, and a big black cowboy hat. On occasion,
he dressed as a construction worker, but always looking tall, dark and
handsome, something like Tim McGraw the country western singer. Today I
would call him a definite gigolo. Louie was definitely not motivated to be
the major breadwinner for his family - having fun was his specialty. Every
day, I was with him, either at the ranch, in his workshop or basement, or
riding in his 4x4 around town, just he, his German Shepherd Butch and me.

It worked out well for both families, since they were such good intimate
friends and he truly wanted to have me with him. He soon became my full
time sitter and my best friend as well. I bonded with him and Butch
immediately. He had a double bed set up in the basement, then eventually
added a bathroom with one of those old claw foot bathtubs, plus a stall
shower.  Many times my dad would come home late, join us and spent the
night curled up with Louie and me all night. I was too young to realize
that something was going on between them, as I slept, until I got older.

The next thing, Louie put in an old wood burning cook stove and a
refrigerator, table and chairs. He set it up so he and I really didn't have
to go upstairs to eat or bathe or for anything.  Most of the time,
especially in the summer when it was hot, he slept there because it stayed
cool. In the winter, it was not only quiet but also nice and warm; having a
pot bellied wood stove heating the space. I spent more time in that
basement with him and Butch than I did with my dad in our own house. Many
times, he would just keep me day and night, especially during the week when
the wives were working the night shift. I liked it when I slept over with
him all night. I was able to cuddle up with him in his basement abode. We
slept together in that double bed all cuddled up together. It was
wonderful, just he and me, with Butch curled up at our feet.

Once in awhile, late at night, my dad would crawl into bed with Louie and
sleep over. I slept sandwiched between them. Louie never wore
underclothing, slept in the nude, and always smelled so good to me as we
slept. Both he and my dad had distinctively different smells. I liked
both. The very first thing I took to was their smell, their aroma. It was
intoxicatingly wonderful to me, even at that early age. I just loved
sleeping up against their nude, warm bodies. Their scents lingered and
filled my nostrils. Sometimes when I awoke, I would be to one side; Louie
would be up tight against my dad's backside with his face buried in my
dad's blond hair. They would be shaking and all excited with Louie licking
and biting on dad's neck and shoulders and my dad was moaning softly under
his breath. They seemed to ignore me, so I would just go right back to
sleep knowing they were all right and having a good time doing a adult
thing together.

It wasn't long and I was with Louie all night more than I was sleeping in
my own bed at home. When I slept over, he always undressed me for bed.
Never did he put pajamas on me.  He always just automatically stripped me
down nude as he slept at bedtime. He was a restless sleeper, snored, and
had his arm or a leg thrown over me most of the time as he slept. It took a
while, but I got use to his snoring and restlessness. He loved to touch,
rub my soft skin, and stroke his hand through my silky blond hair, which he
always did before I would fall off to sleep. I got so use to him fondling
me, he could do it while I slept and it very seldom awakened me. Once in
awhile, when I would awaken, I could feel him softly rubbing himself up
against me. I would awaken in the morning all sticky on my butt and between
my legs. I asked him about it the first time it happened and he said it was
nothing to worry about, he had a wet dream during the night. I asked him
what a wet dream was and he said it was something men do as they sleep,
something like wetting the bed when you are real young, which I still did
once in awhile. I was satisfied with his answer, so we would shower or
bathe together and go about our business each morning if we were
sticky. Before long, every night he had one of his wet dreams, as I was all
sticky, sometimes he was clung to me with his pee-pee between my legs the
next morning.

One night I awakened to feel his pee-pee hard and rubbing between my
legs. I pretended to be asleep and soon he was softly licking and kissing
on the back of my neck. It felt very good.  The next thing I realized he
was having one of his wet dreams between my legs again and the warmth
against and between my legs felt good. I went right back to sleep, as did
he. Before long, thinking I was in deep sleep, he became more physical with
me as he did his thing between my legs. I never said a thing after that,
because I loved having him breathing hard, kissing, licking and rubbing on
me, like he always did. I didn't want it stop, it felt so good especially
when he smelled so good and made me all warm and sticky. It became a
regular thing and before long he was doing it two and three times a night
to me cuddled up against him. He would moan and shake so I knew it made him
feel good and happy, just like when he and dad slept together.

On many of the evenings my dad showed up to spend the night, I would wake
up on a couch, wrapped in a blanket with Butch snuggled up next to me. I
took after my dad, blond with blue eyes. His were sky blue; mine were even
lighter blue. My dad was a very handsome guy too, and when I looked at him
and Louie laying together asleep, half covered when I would get up to go
pee-pee during the night, I knew I loved them both. Louie, covered with
soft black hair, my dad little or no body hair, except for blond silk under
his armpits and in his crotch.  Sometimes I would crawl back up between
them where it was all warm and comfortable, Butch at my feet, after they
finished playing their adult game and were sound asleep. A few times, when
I awoke during the night, Louie was holding my dad's legs in the air and
bouncing against his bottom. I wondered what they were doing together, but
guessed it to be another game men did together. They both seemed to be
having a good time. I would then roll over and go back to sleep after
coaxing Butch up next to me. Years later, I learned that my dad had been a
Bottom for years. He would frequently run to Louie with a burning need for
some dick up his ass.

As I got older and spent more nights in my own bedroom, I realized he was
bringing men home with him to spend the night. He obviously liked rough
trade type Top guys, as a few times he got himself really knocked around
and really beat up. I can still remember as a child, finding my dad all
black and blue, lying on his bedroom floor, crying softly to himself a few
times. I would help him back to bed, cuddle up next to him and make sure he
was alright and sleeping soundly before I would let myself fall asleep.
When Louie learned my dad was picking up rough trade; he and my dad had
heated words. After that, my dad no longer visited Louie and me in the
middle of the night on a regular basis. It became a rare occasion that my
dad slept with Louie all night. Years later, I learned that Louie got his
nose out of joint when my dad started to be a bottom to other guys. I think
the words "Hurt, Jealous and Possessive" surfaced in their relationship.
Enough on that subject, but you get the idea!

Louie made wine each year in his basement and I loved to help him stomp the
grapes with his two sons, do simple chores he felt I was capable of
performing at my young age. He was very attentive to letting me play, but I
was always to stay near by where he was working so he could keep an eye on
me. I really liked him more all the time, especially now that he was having
wet dreams on me every night we slept together. He would play little kid
games with me, always happy and laughing. He became my playmate, as he was
just a big kid at heart himself, especially after he had a few glasses of
his home brewed red wine. He liked his wine and if he got a bit tipsy
before bedtime, he really got excited with me during the night after he
thought I was asleep. Even at that very early age, I found I was attracted
to him in some strange way. I really did not understand why I liked him so
much, but I think it was because he was so much fun and made me feel so
good, especially every night.

Being Italian, he talked with his hands and eyes as much as through
speech. He always worked in the summer heat with no shirt, just a pair of
old Levi or Wranglers, socks, boots, and his cowboy hat. The guy had a dark
olive complexion, as so many Italians. He was quite good looking, dark
black curly hair, and big Bright Brown eyes. The long black hair covered
his chest and underarms that ran all the way down over his six-pack stomach
and disappeared under the waistband of his wranglers. The crowing glory was
the fact that he had been in the Marine Corps. . A Big Black Leopard ran
down his left arm from his shoulder midway between his elbow and wrist. It
was awesome. His other shoulder wore the Marine Corps Insignia. He had a
Dragon on his left lower arm. His back had a bold geometric design that ran
across his back just below shoulder level. He lifted weights in his
workshop and his muscles were awesome. He had one of those rippled stomachs
I use to like to run my hands over. It would make him laugh. He said it
tickled him, but he liked me to do it to him. Then he would throw me up in
the air and catch me or hold me by the ankles and spin me around until I
was dizzy. Then he would set me on my feet and watch me try to walk. I
would always fall off my feet to the floor. He would pounce on me and
tickle me until I would sometimes wet my pants. If I did, he would strip me
nude, throw my clothing in the washer and we would take a bath together in
that big claw footed tub, sometimes soaking for hours, until our skin
wrinkled. He would soap me up, lay on his back in the tub, and rub me up
and down over his slick torso, fondling me, sometimes sucking on my long
wet blond hair or kissing me. The hot soapy water and his rubbing me
against him felt wonderful. I could tell he was hard against me, and soon I
would feel the familiar pulsating and warmth of his wet dream against me.
Then he would turn me over and lift me up so my lips met his and kiss me,
settle back and relax enjoying the warm bath. He liked to touch, fondle and
kiss me, always telling me I was special, blond and beautiful, just like my
dad! He said that so much, it was something I just expected to hear every
time he got a bit tipsy. He soon realized I liked this physical contact
with him, and it soon took on a new form. In a way, I guess I was replacing
my dad in his mind; as he would look at me with sad eyes, then kiss and
fondle me to him full of tight hugs and warm emotional sincerity.

He would sit sometimes, sipping on his wine, take my hand and run my
fingers over each tattoo telling me where he got it, what it meant to him,
and stories he would make up about them. I ate up those stories and he
realized I really liked touching them as he talked to me. All this time he
would be busy fondling me, his hands rubbing and touching my soft white
skin.  The more wine he drank, the more he horse played with me. Soon he
had me nude more and more. Once we were both nude and locked in his
basement, he would lift me on to his lap and fondle my soft white skin. As
he ran his fingers through my golden locks and fondled me, I would touch
his tattoos and run my hands through the hair on his chest, over his
rippled stomach. I loved to outline his many tattoos with my fingers as he
sipped his wine and fondled me. I was too young to realize that it excited
him, he soon got hard and rubbed his hardness between my thighs until he
covered my balls and cock with white, warm cream. He used the excuse to get
nude that he didn't want me to get my clothing dirty or to spill red wine
on my clothing as he held me on his lap telling me stories. Bolder and
bolder he became with me, and I loved him touching, rubbing and fondling
me. He loved my long blond hair, the big blue eyes, and always told me I
was his cute, pretty, little Bertie, the splitting image of my dad.

Before long he made it a rule that we both get nude when we worked in the
basement or in his workshop, which he kept locked from the inside when we
were nude. He always had me sit on his lap when we took our breaks or after
the work was finished. He made sure both he and I were nude me facing him
whenever I sat in his lap. He would sip his wine, getting bolder with me
each day. Sometimes he would even let me have a sip or two of his wine if I
asked. He saw that it didn't make me sick, so it became a regular thing for
him to let me sip from his glass too. He would pass it back and forth from
his lips to mine. If he got a bit tipsy, sometimes I got more than he
realized! I would get a bit silly, laugh and slur my words. I am sure he
liked it when I was a bit tipsy too. Then he would take my hands and rub
them up and down over his nipples and eventually had me pinching on them
for him. After he drank more, still letting me sip too, he would put my
lips to his nipples and tell me to lick and suck on them as he fondled
mine. His nipples would get hard instantly, when they did, he would tell me
to nibble on them with my teeth. I did exactly what he told me to do,
always! He would then softly circle, massage and pinch on my nipples as I
nipped on his. If I bit them too hard, he would say, "Not so hard Danny
Boy!"  If not hard enough, he would say, "Harder, harder Danny Boy!" "Yea,
like that," when I was doing it like he wanted. Then he would take my
little pee-pee in his fingers and fondle it until it got hard. That always
felt good, just as good as him pinching my nipples, especially when he
regularly took his dick and mine in his hands and played with them both
until his warm white cream squirted. It made everything slick and warm. I
was too young to know that this was sexual in any way, what it would lead
to in time.  All I knew was, what we did made me feel good, and I liked him
very much and always wanted to please him so he would like me too. I would
have let him do anything he wanted or he asked me to do for him. Well, of
course his pee-pee always got hard and creamed while I was sitting on his
lap playing with his nipples or tracing his tattoos with my fingers. I
thought nothing about the hardness rubbing against my sweet ass cheeks, or
him jacking us until he creamed. I was already use to it like that against
my bottom side every time we slept together.

He could see I loved him, no matter what he did with me. Bolder and bolder
he became each day, sometimes calling me Albert by mistake. Albert was my
dad's name! When my dad would show up once in awhile, now during the
daytime, Louie would immediately smile and get all excited to see him. They
would dress me and send me out in the yard to play with Butch and my
toys. If I happened to step inside to go to the bathroom or go to the
refrigerator for a coke, I would find them playing adult games together.
Louie and my dad seemed to be stuck together most of the time. Louie would
be doing to my dad what I saw Butch doing to a stray female dog in the
neighborhood a couple of times. They were definitely having a good time, my
dad especially, because he was bouncing his butt against Louie and shouting
words, I did not understand.

I will never forget that first time Louie actually creamed with me sitting
in his lap, knowing I was watching what he was doing. This particular day,
I was pinching his nipples siting on his lap; he just threw his head back,
became breathless and let it happen. His juice shot all over us both. He
had just enough wine that he never held back, now totally turned on and
aroused. He kissed, fondled, and licked, then nibbled on me. He tongued my
nipples and played with my pee-pee, probably hoping I would turn into my
dad and reciprocate somehow. He obviously could not help himself. I knew
then, he liked me for sure by his actions toward me. He made me feel so
good I kissed him right on the lips and hugged him. He made me promise I
would never tell anyone, especially my dad or mom, what we were doing when
we played together.  He quickly realized I liked what he was doing with me,
just like my dad. The kiss and hug I gave him confirmed that fact. After
that, I wanted to sit in his lap whenever he sat down. Each time I sat in
his lap now he played with my nipples and made my pee-pee get hard and feel
so good, kissing and fondling me. He would just automatically settle my
butt over his hard pee- pee and start rubbing it in the moist crack of my
ass until he creamed all over us both. Then, instead of cleaning us both up
with a rag immediately, or taking a bath, he would lay me down on the bed,
spread my ass cheeks and lick me clean. He really liked to lick my butt
clean of his cream.

He soon was putting his tongue over and in my rosebud, licking and sucking
on what he called, "Danny's Poo-poo!" It felt better and better to me as
time went on and I actually looked forward to him licking me back there as
he played with my pee-pee between his fingers. It always made me excited
and hard. Seeing I liked that too, one day he greased up a finger and
slowly inserted it into me. After a few times, I got to liking that too, as
it felt even better than his tongue when it went in deeper. Soon it was a
regular thing, and it would make my little pee-pee get hard just like
his. He would point to it and praise me when it would stand up as his
always did. I was way to young to ejaculate, but it felt wonderful when his
fingers massaged me and made me hard. After he would ejaculate between my
ass cheeks, he would feed his juice to me with his fingers. I found it
sweet and salty, quite tasty. I took to it immediately! He called it his
yum-yum juice! He told me his yum-yum juice was even better when it was
still warm, right out of his pee-pee hole. He said, "Tomorrow I will teach
you to suck cock little guy; you will love the taste of my cream when it is
still hot and juicy."

Sure enough, the next day when we played this game, after he got me excited
and hard, he had me lick and suck on his nipples as usual. However, then
things changed from our usual routine. He laid flat on his back, placed me
flat on top of him in the sixty-nine position, and guided my lips on the
head of his pee-pee. He told me to do to him what he was going to do to
me. He started by licking on my balls. He placed my face over his balls and
said to smell his balls, to lick and suck on them. As I was doing that, he
sucked up my little pee-pee and gently stroked his lips and tongue over
it. He had me shaking with excitement by licking and sucking on my little
pee-pee. I gobbled on his balls faster and faster, the more excited I
became. He then guided my mouth and tongue on to the head of his cock. I
took to it as a duck takes to water. He had me licking, sucking, actually
moderately chewing on the glands around the base of his dick head. He said,
"Harder, harder Bertie, that feels wonderful!" I will never forget what his
hot juice was like when it suddenly creamed on my lips and tongue. I tried
so hard to suck up the hot, sweet nectar as fast as it squirted from his
pee-pee hole. It ended up all over my face, lips, down my chin, neck, and
ran down my nude body.

>From that day on, it became a daily event, a ritual I always looked
forward too. I could not get enough of his sweet juices! In private, he
called me his sweet little boy-whore! I had no idea what he meant, but knew
it must be something good because he loved me to do it and I loved when he
did it with me. The combination of his fingers up my ass and eating his
wonderful male juice really got me excited. Though I was hard, I still was
too young to cream. It made me feel so good when his finger was up in me. I
learned to love it when he would do it to me as I sucked up his juices.
Before long, he was working two of his big fingers into me.  Eventually
three long fingers were working their wonders inside me. I got so I liked
it so much I bounced over his fingers as I sucked him dry of his sweet
juices. Those magic fingers made me tremble all over inside.  I loved it
and would put his hand to my ass every time I was sucking on him. He soon
had his fingers working in me every time I was milking him with my mouth.
He even carried a jar of petroleum jelly with us in the truck so he could
grease up his fingers and put in me if I wanted to milk him during our
travels. I drank his warm cream in abundance. It was like sucking on the
bottle I once carried around with me everywhere I went.  I loved Louie for
giving me my bottle back to me. I accepted the fingers to get the milk,
though sometimes the fingers hurt at first a bit as he worked me gradually
spreading me larger, to accommodate more magic fingers.

As he could see, I could be trusted to keep our activities our own little
secret. I gradually looked forward to his fingers in me massaging up inside
me every night. I still had not been able to spread wide enough to accept
his pee-pee each time he tried to push into me. He was very patient
spreading me open wider and wider with his fingers, until he was able to
slip his cock head into me. His pee-pee was able to go beyond where his
fingers had gone, deep enough to massage where it felt especially
good. Once he would reach that place, it felt so wonderful. Soon he was
able to put it all the way in me each night. After a few days of putting it
all in me, he realized I was without pain and enjoying him in me, actually
rotating my little ass up against him. I began to moan with pleasure, just
as I had often heard my dad do when Louie was in him, it felt so good.
Soon, without causing any pain or damage, he started to slowly slide it,
rotate it, and pump between my buns. I loved the feeling and bounced back
against him. My little pecker would stand up hard as he pumped. He knew I
liked his hot juice very much. Now, he knew I liked him in me too. During
the day, he would let me suck warm cream from him whenever I wanted, as
long as we were locked alone in his basement, workshop, in his pickup, or
out in the privacy of his ranch. At night, he always wanted to put it in
me. I got use to it and soon looked forward to it regularly, begged for it.

He really got excited when I milked him as he was driving around in his
pickup. I would lay on my stomach or side and put my head in his lap. He
would loosen his belt, unbutton and flop it out and let me lick and suck on
him as he played with one of his nipples with one hand and steered the
pickup with the other. By the time he was ready to explode, he would be
trembling, his eyes could hardly keep the truck on the road, and we would
be going 3 miles per hour down some country road. He would throw his head
back, stiffen and give me a nice warm full load of his cream. During the
warm spring and summer days, he, Butch and I often took a ride in the
country in his pickup. It became one of his favorite events. He started
referring to our little outings as a "Picnic." He would roust me out of bed
early so we could get all the chores done by 9:00am. He would fix a bag
lunch, grab a bottle of his red wine, load Butch and me in his truck and
off we would go. He would go somewhere different each time, but eventually
pull off the road about noon, always in a quiet secluded place, and we
would have our picnic. He would lay down a blanket, sometimes in the shade,
sometimes in the sun, depending on just how warm it was. We would eat and
he would drink his wine and get a bit shit faced most of the time. As I
said, after he saw that the wine didn't make me sick, he use to let me have
some too, just enough to make me funny and silly. All I would have to do is
look up to him and ask, "Danny's Hungry - Yum-Yum, Now?" and he would roll
over on his back on the blanket. Sometimes the place was so remote we ate
in the nude in the warm sun, making it easy for me to play with his
equipment. If he was still dressed, he would remove his shirt undo the top
button of his Levi's, rip the others open, then lift the whole package,
balls and all out for me to sniff, lick, and suck. I use to love to watch
the skin pull away and the head pop out of his uncircumcised pee-pee as I
played with it. I loved his pee- pee, his balls, his yum-yum juice,
especially when he would rub it on my face, slap it against my nose and
cheeks before he would let me have it on the lips. This was a very special
time for us both. Sometimes, even Butch would want in on the action,
licking on Louie and me. He would try to mount me, until Louie had to push
him away and tell him to stop. He would lower his head, turn and sit
watching, sometimes licking himself like male dogs do to get themselves
off.

However, as I said, at night he always expected me to ride the pony for
him. He liked to stay inside me, so I soon learned to sleep that way with
him up tight against my bottom penetrated most of the night. He would
sometimes juice in me two or three times during the course of the night,
depending upon how many times I cleaned him out with my mouth during the
day. He liked it a lot, never seemed to get tired or run dry of cream. I
remember, sometimes I would actually ask him if I could ride the Pony, as
he called mounting me, during the day, rather than sucking him off with my
mouth. He could see I was beginning to like riding his pony more each
day. He experimented with me and soon realized I liked to be screwed
different and interesting ways too. I especially liked it doggy style. He
purchased a number of leather and rubber toys that he used on me. For quite
a while, I lived with a butt plug in me that kept me spread open and
dilated so he didn't have to finger me to get his big pee-pee in me. He put
nipple clamps on me each day, hoping to get them to grow nice and big. He
kept the clamps on longer and longer each day, until my nipples truly did
start to grow. He told me he loved to suck on them and wanted them to get
long and sensitive so it would feel good for me too. By the time I was in
the sixth grade, my nipples were already as large as my dads, definitely
larger than most adult males were, and so very sensitive, I loved this form
of foreplay very much. He made me addicted to nipple play. They became so
hard and sensitive when he played with them, just a few minutes of him
nipping and biting on them would have me helpless with emotional lust for
him. The graduated sized butt plugs kept spreading me open more, until my
little ass finally fit his cock perfectly, like a glove. Undetected when
worn under my clothing, he kept one in me most of the time seeing how it
excited me when I moved around playing.

He made everything a game; so, I always wanted to please him and play any
game he wanted to play with me. He always made it a point to tell me the
games we played together were our little secret. I was not to tell anyone
what we did together, not even my parents. He made it very clear, he would
not let me ride his pony or drink of his juices anymore if I ever told
anyone. It was our little secret! At the ripe young age of about six, he
had me trained to love what he did to me. I was truly a miniature version
of Albert, obviously his replacement full time bottom for Louie now that
Albert only came by occasionally for Louie to Top. We were indeed a pair. I
became his little BOTTOM BOY. I rode his pony and loved him so very
much. He would kiss and cuddle me to him, breathless sometimes, as I
bounced over his wonderful pony until I could feel the hot liquid shoot up
into me. It always made me hard, feel wonderful inside, though I had no
idea why. He would always clean up the semen that would drip down my legs
after he would cum and feed it to me off his fingers. It was always sweet
and I acquired a real taste for it directly by sucking it from his dick to
have it hot, or getting it fed to me after I rode his pony. Either way, I
craved the "yum-yum juice," as he continued to call it until I was going
through adolescence, years later.

As I got older well into school, he wasn't my full time baby sitter
anymore. However, I expected to check in with him when I got home from
school when neither of my parents was home. He had his way with me each
afternoon after school. Where the problem arose was, I was expected to
sleep in my own house in my own bed if my dad was home. I missed sleeping
with Louie dearly. I was use to being with him constantly, loved and
fondled every day and every night too. I missed the snoring, the warmth of
him, and especially his wonderful manly aroma. I couldn't get to sleep
without him holding me. I found myself sneaking out of my bedroom window at
night just to be in his bed, smelling, tasting and in his arms, him making
love to me. I kept my bedroom door closed, but he realized that eventually
dad was going to catch us sleeping together when he visited Louie in the
wee hours of the morning for the occasional romp. This was well before my
dad knew I was like him too. Louie made a deal with me, that he would pick
me up from school every day at noontime, pretending to be and passing as my
dad. I would spend the hour with him; lunch would be a sandwich, a glass of
wine, and his juice for dessert, provided I would not sneak to him every
night. He also agreed to be home by the time I got home from school.

When my mom worked the swing shift, it was no problem spending two or three
hours with him each afternoon, because my dad didn't ever get home before
6pm and she was already gone to work by 3pm.  We would play around for
hours. He would get what he wanted and I definitely would get what I wanted
too. Still, it was not enough! I wanted to sleep with him every night. I
begged him for weeks! He finally agreed if I waited until my dad was in bed
asleep, I could sneak to his bed at night. He kept the basement locked, so
my dad had to pound on the door to awaken us when he wanted to visit Louie
at night. I would then hide and sneak home after I watched them for
awhile. I wanted to join them one night; I got so excited watching them. I
knew it would cause further problems between Louie and dad, I would be
grounded from seeing Louie altogether, so I just watched, then left
returning to my own bed upstairs next door.

My dad was usually in bed by 11pm, or right after the 10:00, news was
over. Then I would go to Louie, my Italian Stallion. Again, his dick would
be in me all night long, until 5:00 am the next morning. Then I would sneak
back in through my bedroom window and be back in the house well before my
dad got up at 6am. Louie was my one and only lover all the way through
grammar school, and up until my sophomore year in high school. I just could
not get enough of his dick. I acquired such a liking for his smell, his
aroma, as well as the taste of his salty skin, I just worshiped him and
wanted to be with him. I worshiped Louie. He would let me lick and suck on
him and his armpits for hours as we sipped his wine. He would rub the
insides of my thighs and over my nipples until I was breathless. Once I was
horny for him, he would fuck me. I soon learned that if I licked certain
places on him, he would get especially excited and give me an extra special
Pony Ride. By then, I loved him more than words can describe. I was turning
out to be a carbon copy of my dad, only younger. I was addicted to what
Louie was doing to me, just as Albert had been before he started to need
variety in his life.

By the time I was able to ooze a bit of juice myself, about in the sixth
grade, I was Louie's full-fledged Bottom Boy, running to him before and
after school to get my pony ride and juiced. He had trained me never, never
to work myself over by myself. He had me believing I would slowly go crazy
if I played with myself. He instructed me always to come to him when I got
excited. As I grew older, I could not calm down and get my homework done
until he took care of my need to juice. Like all adolescents, I could not
calm down for want of him constantly. When I got that way, I use to devour
him, and he loved my aggressive pursuit for his Italian Stallion Bucking
Bronco Pony. He would play games with me, making me beg for some loving
when he knew I was especially in need for him. By the time he would let me
have some, I was frustrated and desperately begging his dick. Seeing me
like this, sometimes begging really turned him on! Just like a man, huh?

When I was a freshman in high school, I went through a period where I
constantly needed him so I could get relief. Once he stimulated my bottom
enough to get me to juice, I would calm right down and be able to think
straight again for a short time. Sometimes, a half-hour later, I was all
primed and ready to go again. I wanted, no I begged him for sex night and
day during those years. He said it was good he was self-employed so he was
always available during the day to service my needs. He said I was just
like my dad, one hot pussy, when I wanted a stiff dick up my ass. I kept
him very busy doing just that. He became the most important person in my
life. Since he taught me not to ever juice myself, I became his sex slave,
concubine, and full time slut. I only knew relief, to juice, when he was
pounding my ass with his big dick.  Today, I can not believe he had me
convinced playing with myself would make me slowly go crazy, loose my mind!
I believed him for years. I always went to him and rode the pony when I
need relief to get off. He would seldom suck me as I did him, so my only
sexual relief became ass play. It became a way of life; I knew no other way
of getting relief until soon it became the most important experience for
me. I was a total submissive by then, craved what he did to me. He made me
tingle, and I would moan and scream his name when he made love to me.

Thinking that was the only safe way for me to get off, I was well into high
school, before I learned differently. I met Sidney. He was my age, a
handsome, tall guy. He played on the basketball team and I think he was as
attracted to my blond hair and blue eyes as I was to his dark, masculine
beauty. He was beautifully handsome, already well over six feet, and
sported a basket I just had to have. His dick was huge compared with the
others. I became the towel boy for the basketball team, handed them out as
they came from the showers after practice each afternoon, and attended
games with them too as towel and water boy/whatever! By my actions, I made
it quite clear to him I wanted to be his friends. Soon, we were best
friends. I got him to stay late one afternoon and help me take inventory in
the cage; the locked room where everything was stored. He obviously knew
what I wanted by then. My aggressive nature persisted and I got him to show
me his dick within minutes. His dick soft was already bigger than Louie's
dick hard. He let me touch it soft when the skin still completely covered
the head. I instantly fell in love with it when it started to swell to
enormous size. I watched the head slowly emerge and the shaft lengthened,
until it was reaching for the ceiling and pulsating. He jacked it a few
times, until pre-cum oozed from the head. That big beauty was at lease 10
inches. He could see I was hard already so he grabbed me, pulled down my
shorts and proceeded to jack me off with one hand and jack himself off with
the other. I stopped him and pulled away saying, "No it will make us crazy
and insane Sidney!" He laughed at me and said, "Do I look crazy to you, I
been doing this for years!" He grabbed me again and brought us both to a
quick climax.

After he explained that the Catholic Priests use to tell the young catholic
boys that to keep them from playing with their cocks, I realized Louie had
obviously told me that to keep me going to him for his benefit. Sidney was
flabbergasted when I mounted and rode his pony that very afternoon. He said
it was the first time he had experienced such pleasure with either boy or
girl. He was a quick learner. He never asked me who taught me to do it
either, but every day he came to me wanting my services, the full
treatment.  He loved being my TOP, and was forever hunting me down after
school and on weekends wanting me to ride his pony, which I named Big
Beauty. By the time I was a junior in high school, I was getting all of Big
Beauty I wanted. Both Louie and my friend Sidney now were taking care of my
sexual needs. Sidney could shoot loads, over an over again for hours
nonstop. He was remarkable and kept me satisfied most of the time right
after school each day! However, Louie was still number-one in my book. I
continued to sleep with him almost every night.

I asked my dad if I could have Sidney sleep over one weekend. My dad
happened to walk in to my bedroom when I had my legs up in the air and Big
Beauty was pounding my ass. He just stood there in total silence for a few
moments, then turned and exited. From that day on, he knew I was as he! We
never spoke of it, but he started regularly bringing guys into the house he
had picked up somewhere after that. Once in awhile one of the guys would
stay for days. They were always the taker types, rough trade, or bikers,
what Louie always referred to as scooter trash when I discussed my dads
motorcycle friends with him. Frequently, while my dad was off working, one
of the guys living with us, hanging around for the free food, free beer,
and kinky sex, would be drunk, smoking pot when I got home from school. I
would try to avoid them by sneaking up to my bedroom to do my homework.
They were rough and dominant guys, sometimes even mean and nasty. My taste
for men at that age was very different from that of Albert's. Louie had
taught me to cuddle, kiss, and receive love, not molested or beat into
submission. These guys were molesters; I could hear them molesting my dad
night after night, him totally loving the things they did to him.

Anyway, these guys would come on to me, I had no way of defending myself
from their advances except to shrug them off and tell them to leave me
alone and hope it would work.  Most of the time it did, until Bart
arrived. Yes, good old Bart turned the clock ahead on my sexual education
very quickly. Bart was the very first one of the rough guys that was
successful in turning me on to him. He was scooter-trash, wore leathers had
big rough hands and I actually found him quite attractive. He was so
fucking good looking I just fell into his web. It all started one
afternoon. There he was with a beer in one hand, polishing his Harley in
the driveway where it ran along beside the house to the back yard. I was
just coming in from high school. He smiled and said, "Hello Beautiful," to
me as I stopped and watched for a moment, before I headed for the back
door. I guessed him to be the noisy guy dad brought home with him last
night, as that bike was parked in back of the house when I left for school
this morning. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a coke the minute I
hit the kitchen and threw my books on the table where I usually studied, as
usual. He was right on my trail, lighting a joint he pulled from over his
ear, the beer in the other. He gave me a good look over, having never seen
me before.

He remarked, "Hey kid, your Albert's kid ain't you, look just like him, a
real blond beauty indeed only much younger, a real live to goodness Golden
Chicken ready to be plucked - perfect age too? Hell boy, your going to be
even better looking than your old man - luscious - Finger Licking Good!" He
wasted no time pulling another beer from the icebox; He opened the full
beer and circled me inspecting me as if he was grading beef in a
stockyard. Each time he circled me puffing on his joint he put his huge
paws on me poking and feeling the merchandise. I kept side stepping him,
but he got his feels in regardless of my attempts to avoid him. When he
discovered my large nipples, he held me and pinched them real hard and
remarked, "Nice son, just what Uncle Bart likes, Big Nipples on his tender
chicken Nuggets!"

"Just get the fuck away from me mister, leave me alone Barf Bag Bart!"

"Oh she speaks - has a smart ass mouth on her too! Well ain't this going to
be fun for old Barf Bag Bart then!" I gave him another shove, but he was
like the Rock of Gibraltar, firm on his feet, steady and dominant, cunning
at getting his way by just taking what ever he wanted. He grabbed me by the
hair and planted a big sloppy kiss right on my lips. I tried to fight him,
but I was no match for the power grip. He rubbed his crotch against me as
he planted another slobbering kiss on my lips. He fondled me more; I was
still fighting his actions. He popped me a couple of times in the stomach
forcing me to allow him further control over me.

"She likes it rough just like her old man too! Fuck, is this little bitch
going to make the perfect bride for old Barf Bag Bart! Right Girl? Come on
baby - give me all you got - makes me hot!"

"Just go away Barf Bag and leave me alone, I got better things to do than
fuck around with Scooter Trash like you! I have homework to do and chores
to do! Just fuck off!"

He backhanded me twice across the face. The tears rolled from my eyes from
the sharp sting.  "In your dreams girl! Consider yourself my new boyfriend
young man! Now you calm down so I don't have to fuck up that pretty face of
yours or hurt you. I'll give you a taste of my studded belt if I need to!
What is it going to be boy?" I quit fighting him and just clung to him so
his punches and backhands turned to pleasurable tasks.

"Yea, just relax baby! That's a good boy! Just do what Uncle Bart tells you
and he will treat you real good!"


At that, he put a joint to my lips. He held it there and told me to inhale
then hold the smoke in my lungs. To insure I did it, he covered my mouth
with his hand. When he finally removed his hand from my mouth and let me
exhale, he put it right back in my mouth again an again until it was
spent. He then poured beer down my throat, right from his can. I didn't
really like or drink beer, and had never smoked pot more than three or four
times before when I found them around the house after dad had a male
visitor staying for a few days.  As I exhaled the last of the joint, he
lifted my polo shirt up and off over my head, which he threw on the floor
and said, "Oh yes, give Bart those nice nipples and I'll rock your boat!"
His rough hands and fingers were immediately on them. He pinched, spun, and
tweaked them with his fingers first.  Then he leaned over and put his lips
to them. He could see by their reaction that I definitely liked it. Seeing
my positive reaction, he wasted no time in getting more beer and another
joint lit. He handed it to me and told me to suck it down, it would make me
feel good and sexy. He put his lips back on a nipple and soon his teeth
were nipping and biting on it. His nips became bites, and then the bites
became so severe that I tried to pull away from him. He shouted, "Oh no
baby, suck up that joint and soon you will be loving what Uncle Bart is
going to teach you!" He was working my pants and underwear down over my
ankles guiding them off over my shoes as he got rougher and rougher with my
nipples. He tossed my pants and shorts aside too, leaving me standing in
front of him nude, except for my tennis shoes and socks. He immediately
proceeded to massage my ass cheeks with those rough, callused hands, still
biting on my nipples, rotating back and forth over them both with violent
enthusiasm.

That second joint was beginning to make my head swim, or was it the beer?
What ever it was, his assault on my nipples started to give me a nice warm
glow. I soon realized he was right.  The warm glow turned to something very
warm and most pleasurable. My nipples soon were on fire with a new
wonderful feeling I had never experience until now. I began to push over
his mouth, feeding them to his lips and teeth. I just relaxed and enjoyed
as he chewed until I was shivering pressed against him. He looked up into
my eyes and said, "See girl, tell Bart how much you like it now." I just
smiled and was barely able to moan, but he was right. I loved this new
sensation.

"Oh yes, don't stop!" He kept it up, all the time working his big hands and
fingers over my ass, spreading the cheeks apart so a finger could circle
and rub my rosebud. He led me to the refrigerator, grabbed another beer,
and the butter dish. He popped the lid, took a couple of gulps and put more
down me. I suddenly realized I had a raving hard-on myself. It stood out,
rubbed against his stomach and oozed pre-cum. He pushed his middle finger
into the butter dish; it immediately returned to circle my rosebud. That
finger really knew how to excite a rosebud as it circled and worked its'
way into the darkness. When I started to ride that magic finger, he shoved
it up into me and massaged my prostrate gland. Before long, he had all the
fingers on one hand covered with butter and up in me as he drooled and
sucked on me. He was like an animal, smelled like one too, a combination of
leather and his masculine man scent. It was heavenly and I found myself
clinging to him and nibbling here and there.

"Like that huh kid?" I just moaned. "If you like that kid, wait until I
give you the prize, Big Bart's famous fuck machine! Ready kid, open wide?"
He removed the magic fingers and replaced them with a nice buttered dick
head. He was demanding, determined, and assertive as he laid me out over
the kitchen table. He proceeded to fuck my buns. He sounded like an animal
making grunting noises as he rammed me. He had only one style - wild and
rough! It had me moaning with pleasure, screaming obscenities of lust when
I finally felt him dump his load into my bottom. It caused me to decorate
the tabletop with my own seed. He didn't stop there either. He flipped me
over on my back, raised my legs up and remounted me for another rough fuck
session. Only this time he leaned over and licked, sucked, nipped and
started to bite my nipples until they were on fire again. I just moaned and
enjoyed his assault on them and my bottom. I was helpless; he had me
totally submissive, a prisoner lost in the pleasure he was giving me. "I
told you that you would like old Bart baby, now get that homework done!"
He slapped my on the ass, grabbed another beer and he was out the back door
with his Hog.

After that very first day, I rushed home from school knowing what was
waiting for me the minute I walked through the door. He would grab me by my
golden locks and usher me into the living room or up into the master
bedroom to molest me. Sex with him was rough, demanding and spontaneous -
when ever the urge hit him! When Albert got home that very first evening,
Bart had me spread eagle over the sofa putting the meat to me again. Bart
motioned him over and told him to lick his ass as he continued to screw
me. That was a memorable night. Bart did despicable things to Albert all
night long, introducing me to some of it too, telling me that I would soon
be begging for the kinky stuff too. After a few more days and nights stoned
with him and drinking beer, he had me accepting, then enjoying his kinky
sex too. I could hardly wait to get home from school to be with him again
each day. He taught me all kinds of new things, kinky stuff - real kinky
stuff indeed. He even introduced me to the enjoyment of having enemas,
golden showers, and a stainless steel tool called a Sound pushed up my pee
hole and rotated. He loved to put that Sound into himself too as I sucked
on his nipples. I realized I had a taste for the exotic myself, just like
dear dad Albert.  One night I was tired after I did my homework, so I went
to bed early in my own bed. Later that night, Bart woke me, drug my ass to
bed with he and Albert. He actually tanned my hide with a wooden spatula
until my ass was bright red with a heartbeat before he stopped. He made it
quite clear that I was to sleep together with he and Albert unless I asked
him otherwise with a good excuse. I never slept alone after that experience
while he was with us. Bart always worked us both over every night. He was
quite the dude, and dominated us both for quite a while, every night, until
he finally went on his way. Every once in awhile he would show up from
nowhere and stay a few days, fucking us both relentlessly, then off he
would go again.

After that, Albert and I worked as a team sometimes with the guys he would
bring home from the bars. I soon became addicted to exactly what I once
considered sick that Albert let men do to him. Between the two of us, if a
guy got mean, we could usually get him out of the house and on his way,
without doing to much damage to either of us. I took a few martial arts and
karate classes, so Albert and I soon kept our casualties down to a minimum,
at least no broken bones. Louie was not too pleased with either of us, but
it never stopped him from accepting our asses when he was horny.