Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2011 15:57:21 +0100
From: John Price <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: John's Early Learning Chapter 3

JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING
by John P
Copyright 2011

Chapter 3

We continued our irregular liaisons for some weeks. The fact that they were
so irregular made me terribly frustrated. I wanted cock! Anybody's cock!
But of course, I was shy and would never have the courage to flaunt myself
in front of anybody. Uncle Fred took the initiative: he was the one who
MADE me want cock. My heart leapt when I found him at home at Grandma's
house and I knew we we going to do sex THINGS again.

He offered to take me home again but this time, instead of just parking at
the roadside and doing sex stuff, he drove along roads I didn't
know. Eventually we ended up at a large shed in the middle of nowhere. When
he ushered me inside, I saw that there were tools and equipment for use by
the construction industry. I suppose that, being Saturday, nobody else was
working.

Having closed the door securely, he put his arms around me and started
kissing me gently, ending with his tongue filling my mouth. I was getting
really worked up by now and I started to push his tongue back with
mine. Once I was in his mouth, he sucked my tongue, backwards and forwards,
just like he was sucking a cock. I could feel his big dick in his overalls
pushing against my belly but was too shy to touch it without being
invited. Sounds weird, I know, but this is how I was at the time. Another
odd thing I did was not to put my arms around his neck: I just let HIM do
things to ME.

He began to feel my little cock through my pants but I was already as hard
as could be. He took my hand and placed it on his manhood, over his
overalls. I stroked and squeezed with the enthusiasm of the 14-year-old boy
that I was and he became more aroused. His kissing became more intense and
it got that I almost couldn't breathe.

Not long after this, he began to undress me and, of course, I just stood
there while he did it. My jacket was off, my shirt and vest came off, then
he began on my pants. My belt was loosened and my pants and underpants were
pulled down. He was on his knees now, my little cock in one hand while the
other hand came to my little ball-bag. Ever so gently, he caressed my
little balls with two fingers and his thumb. He ran his fingers around my
balls and then behind them to that place I now know is the perineum. He
nudged one of my legs as a signal to open them further and I complied. My
genitals were being handled by this big rough man but it felt so good,
albeit his hands were calloused. It was as if he were handling a delicate
flower; quite the opposite of what would be expected of such a man.

I was watching all this time and it was getting me more excited with every
new thing he did to me. Then he took my little cock into his mouth again!
He licked, he sucked, he ran his tongue around the very sensitive head and
put the tip in my little piss-slit. I was on fire. I touched the back of
his head for the first time and pulled him further into me. This was the
first sign of my participation in this sex act and I wasn't sure how I felt
about it. Up to now, all that I had done had been initiated by him and he
controlled everything. This was a new departure for me but he had got me so
excited with his mouth and hands that I could make that the excuse for
being so forward.

His hand continued to roam around my little ball-bag, gently feeling my
balls. It wasn't until later that I found out why he was so enthralled with
balls in a little bag. (A revelation came later and will be told in another
chapter.) His finger went further between my legs and he touched my
bum-hole! I jumped with surprise but it felt wonderful. I'd never touched
myself there and wondered why HE would want to. It might have shit on it,
mightn't it? He wormed his finger around the hole for a minute, then took
it back and put it in his mouth. Why was he putting his finger in his
mouth?

The wet finger returned to my bum-hole and stroked again. Then he tried to
push the tip of it into me. What WAS he doing? I couldn't say anything
though: he was an adult and I was a kid. The finger poked insistently and
tried to enter but the pain it caused me made me wince and tighten my
bum-hole further. More attempts were made, all unsuccessful, and then it
was abandoned.

At this point, my pants and underpants still around my ankles, he steered
me towards a workbench and bent me over it. Nothing forced, of course, just
gentle direction. With my hands on the bench, he came to stand directly
behind me. He must now have undone his overalls and pants because the next
thing I felt was his thick cock against my bum-crack. It felt hard, very
hard, and for some reason I couldn't quite understand, this felt nice. What
was he going to do? I felt his cock moving up and down my crack. I was
mystified but excited. His arms came around me and circled my waist as he
did this and he pushed harder against me. I couldn't turn around to see
what he was doing but I could feel the sensations caused by that wonderful
big dick in my bum-crack. Why was it feeling so good?

There was a change of movement. "Open your legs, John," came the whispered
request. I opened my legs as far as my pants would allow and he put his
massive cock between my legs, just under my balls! He began a fucking
movement between my legs and it was then that I realised what was
happening. He was using me as a girl! That was it! He was fucking a girl
and I was the one lucky enough to be that girl. My little cock was touching
his cock which I could look down and see from my position as it was showing
about 3 inches. I felt naughty so I reached down and touched that big
helmet that kept appearing and disappearing. He held still for a moment so
that he could feel my fingers stroking him. The big mushroom head was so
big and so shiny and it excited me to touch it. It seemed to be wet so I
guessed that he had used spit on it before he'd started fucking between my
legs. It wasn't till much later that I realised that it would have been
precum.

After a moment of this, he fucked me again, speeding up within seconds. His
breathing became harder, faster. His arms around me held me tighter as he
fucked me till he finally pushed it through my legs as far as possible and
held it there. I watched in awe as shot after shot of spunk left his
powerful cock, splashing against the front of the bench.

I felt wonderful. I was the little girl who had brought him to this. I made
him feel good. I would do ANYTHING to make him feel good. He kissed the
back of my neck and I cuddled back into him.

His cock had started to dribble the last bit of spunk and it fell to the
floor in front of me. I looked closely at it as best I could. What was
there about this fluid that I found so exciting? Why did I like to see it
so much? Was it the power and virility of the man who could produce so
much? Was it maybe that I could produce so little myself that drew me to
such a virile man? Or was I just so proud that he used ME to shoot all
that?

He withdrew his massive cock from between my legs and found some old paper
to wipe his cock, then turned his attention to me.

He turned me round and touched my little cock. I opened my legs so he could
reach everything and he began to gently masturbate me. After another brief
suck, he increased the speed of his fingers and smiled as I shot my little
bit of spunk on the floor. I was ecstatic! He had made me feel wonderful
again.

I was rapidly cleaned up with old paper and I dressed myself. He did up his
overalls and gave me a little kiss, then we left the shed, got into his
truck and headed for my home. On arrival, he gave me some pocket change and
I went into the house. This adventure would give me many nights and days of
masturbation with the image of what had occurred in that shed.

End of Chapter 3

more to come

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