Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2011 16:49:01 +0100
From: John Price <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: John's Early Learning - Chapter 2

JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING
by John P
Copyright 2011

Chapter 2

My weekly visits to my grandmother continued each Saturday and I
continually hoped that my uncle Fred would be there. I was regularly
disappointed by his absence. He would be in some pub, drinking.

During those times, when I finished my jobs for Grandma, I would get on my
bike and see if I could find which pub he was in. Mostly I didn't find him
and I felt terribly frustrated. Here I was, a 14-year-old boy, looking for
my uncle, hoping we could play with each other's cock. My innocence had
gone, taken by this exciting man who was teaching me all manner of dirty
things and I was soaking it all up.

The times he was at home, or when I managed to find him in a pub, he would
offer to take me home and I knew what that would lead to.

After the first couple of times which involved mutual masturbation and him
sucking my little penis, he introduced me to something new. We started as
usual with him showing me the nude books he had, just to get me horny, then
he would start to feel me up between my legs, stroking my little cock. Then
he'd take my hand and put it on his trousers, on top of his large cock,
encouraging me to squeeze and stroke it.

I couldn't refuse, could I? He was an adult and I was a kid. But I wanted
to do it: I just wanted him to MAKE me do it, I suppose, so that I could
think, 'It wasn't my fault, he made me do it'. In hindsight, it was odd
thinking, but it seemed to make my sexual feelings, and therefore my acts,
HIS responsibility.

We were in the truck again, now the third time, and he parked and began to
touch me again. He felt me up, kissed me, put his tongue in my mouth and
then started to undo my pants and take my little cock out. After a few
minutes, he took out his own cock. He encouraged me to kiss him and soon he
made me stroke that magnificent cock again. It was circumcised, 8 - 9" long
and very thick, sticking out of his pants like a baby's arm, I thought at
the time. I had never seen an adult cock before Uncle Fred's and was
completely mesmerised by it, completely in awe.

It was wonderful. Here I was, in a truck with a man, stroking this real
man's dick up and down and exciting both him and myself! It was hard and
soft at the same time, the big mushroom end with the big pee-slit in it
much bigger than my own. The smooth skin moved so easily along his shaft
with every slow movement of my hand and I sensed the power that surged
within it.

Then he said it! "Suck it, John."

What could I do? He was telling me to put his thing in my mouth. He had
done it to me a couple of times and the feeling had been exquisite. But for
me to put that enormous thing in my mouth... What would it feel like? It
would fill my mouth completely, wouldn't it? I couldn't possibly get all
that cock in my mouth.

I leaned over and did it! In my inexperienced way, I started sucking on
this massive cock. His cock-head filled my mouth; I could get none of his
shaft in me. There was no foul taste, which I had half expected. In fact,
it was like sucking somebody's thumb. He was playing with my ears and
stroking my hair while my mouth was busy. I started to use my tongue and I
could tell he was enjoying what I was doing to him.

"Put your tongue in the slit, John," he said with obvious strain in his
voice. I complied and felt the pee-slit open slightly with the force of the
tip of my tongue. His breathing came faster now.

Because I was stretched over to him from the passenger seat, my bottom was
now available and his hand moved to stroke it. It felt nice, even though it
was on top of my pants. He was trying to run a finger down the crack of my
bottom but the tightness of my pants prevented it.

He searched frantically for one of the old newspapers which were thrown
about the cab and, finding one, he spread it out from his groin to his
upper chest. Being hunched down in his seat, the paper stayed in place.

He grabbed that beautiful cock from me, jacked it fast and I watched in
wonderment as he shot 6 or 7 ropes of sperm all over the paper. All that
spunk! I actually watched all that hot spunk shoot from his jerking cock,
that hot white liquid hitting the paper and soaking into it. This was a
REAL man, a virile man!  I kept watching as he began to come down from his
high and saw the last of his spunk still on the head, dribbling from it.

He quickly wrapped up the paper and cleaned his cock, then wrapped two
fingers around my now very stiff little dick. Soon I was shooting my little
offering of spunk into his hand and he waited until I was completely spent
before cleaning us up with more paper.

He took me home and held my hand before I got out. I think he loved me in
his way but what did I know? I was a kid enjoying my first real sexual
experiences and enjoying it all. The best of all was that it was HIS fault
that I was doing these things. He was making me do it, wasn't he? It wasn't
MY fault at all, was it?

End of Chapter 2

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