Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 17:04:35 +0100
From: John Price <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: John's Early Learning Chapter 5

			   John's Early Learning
				 by John P
			      Copyright 2011

				 Chapter 5

Uncle Fred was becoming more frequently absent when I visited Grandma's
house. I don't think he was avoiding me but the beer drew him more and
more. I don't consider it had anything to do with me or our activities; it
was, I suppose, just going out for a beer and then staying for another, and
another and...

He had no obligations, no wife, no girlfriend, nobody to tell him to stop
drinking excep Grandma. Occasionally his sister Edna would visit with her
preacher husband Joe and they, along with Grandma, would kneel and pray!
That was it for my uncle! He would depart within minutes, particularly when
they pointed out his sinning and the demon drink. Which was all well and
good but it meant I had to go without the wonderful sex I had been getting.

However, it happened that one Saturday, after my chores at Grandma's were
finished, she announced she was going to visit Aunt Suey, whoever she
was. My uncle was at home at that time and he must have decided to have his
way with me at home. While Grandma was occupied with getting ready to go
out, he whispered to leave soon and wait out of sight. When Grandma left, I
had to follow her and make sure she got on the bus. Then he said to return
to the house. This I did and duly returned, where he was waiting for me.

He ushered me in and groped my bum as we entered the living room. I sat
while he disappeared into Grandma's bedroom and closed the curtains. This
was new to me. I'd only ever enjoyed my sex in the great outdoors and it
looked like I was going to get it indoors, on a bed or in it.

After a few minutes, he called out for me to come into the bedroom where I
found him without clothes and in an obviously semi-erect state. There it
was again, that thick rod of flesh, 8 inches long and with light ginger
pubic hair around it. I stared at it like I always did; it hypnotised
me. He watched me with faint amusement, conscious of the effect his large
cock was having on me, in fact always had on me! I was still dressed and my
little cock was tenting out my pants. Why was I always stiff when I was
around this man? Why did he have such an effect on me? He wasn't menacing
or threatening but I was always in awe of this adult. I knew in my mind
that he wouldn't hurt me, I never even considered the idea. But I felt I
was dominated, not in a bad way, but as a child with a loving adult who
would guide me, making sure I didn't hurt myself if he could help it.

I just stood there, waiting for the next move. He began to undress me,
jacket first, then shirt and vest and finally my pants and underpants. My
only contribution to becoming naked like he wanted was to kick off my
shoes. While on his knees, he kissed my chest, my little breasts, and his
tongue licked around one of my now erect nipples. It tickled and I
shivered. My arms went around his neck and I hugged him to me. His hands
were behind me now, feeling me up, stroking my almost hairless
bum-cheeks. My stiff little cock, together with my little bag of balls,
pressed against his hairy chest and it felt so weird. His tongue ran along
my chest to the other nipple and he bathed it, sucking and licking,
occasionally nibbling it.

His fingers were now seeking out my bum-crack and I opened my legs because
I knew what he wanted to do. Two of his fingers found my little rose and he
gently ran them around it, making me tremble slightly. Why did he keep
doing that? Was he going to bum me? Or did he just want his fingers in me?

The fingers were made wet by a quick insertion in his mouth and then just
as quickly returned to my bum-hole. A fingertip tried to penetrate my
little hole but was apparently rejected by my sphincter. His mouth moved
south and I felt the warm wet mouth envelop my 4-inch dick. How could it
get any better? Bum-hole tickled and penis enclosed in a warm, wet, sucking
mouth! I was in 14-year-old heaven!

After a couple of minutes of this, he got up off his knees and pulled me
towards the bed. I lay down on my back and he lay next to me. He turned me
towards him and his mouth found mine. He pressed his mouth against my lips,
pushing the tip of his tongue between them so that I was forced to accept
it. As was expected of me, I began to suck it and, because it made me more
worked up, I duelled with it, finally pushing it out and following it with
my own tongue into his mouth. He sucked it like he did with my dick and the
feeling was exquisite.

His hairy chest was crushed against my hairless little tits, coarse hair on
his belly pushed against my naked belly and stiff dick. His enormous cock
tried to poke between my legs and I opened them a little in case he wanted
to push it between them like he had once before. He felt the movement and
his thick cock entered the space I had made. His hands had returned to my
bum-cheeks and he stroked gently but firmly. Our tongues continued back and
forth and my sucking of his tongue was making me want the cock! I wanted
that cock in my mouth. I don't know why because I couldn't take it all; all
I could manage in my little mouth was the head and maybe an inch of shaft.

Ah, at last! He turned himself around so we were top-to-toe and I was
presented at last with that magnificent weapon. The lack of a scrotum and
balls was still puzzling me; I could only surmise that his balls were
inside him somewhere. That thought was put to one side as he took my whole
4-inches into his mouth and used his fingers to fondle my little
ball-sack. I didn't need prompting this time; without him telling me, I ran
my tongue around the head of his hard cock, feeling the silky skin. I
opened his piss-slit with the tip of my tongue and placed my hand around
the thick shaft. My thumb and fingers didn't meet because of the girth but
I wanked the inches of his shaft that were still visible.

Just like the last time we were doing sex together, he went onto his back,
holding me tight and taking me with him. One of his hands crept round
behind me again and found my bum-hole. He must have already wet one of his
fingers because he tried once again to gain entrance but this time he
managed to put the tip in. Once in, he wiggled it about but couldn't go
further because my sphincter didn't relax. I didn't know at the time what
to do and, with hindsight, he must not have known either. His head moved a
bit further and I felt his nose against my bum as he took my whole
ball-sack into his mouth. Ever so gently, he rolled my balls around with
his tongue. After a minute or so, his breathing came faster and he switched
to my little dick again. My hips were humping involuntarily now and then he
left my dick and said something which I found very odd.

"Don't come in my mouth, will you?" What? What did that mean? Why would I
want to shoot my spunk into his mouth? That would be nasty, wouldn't it? I
know I was only 14, but I figured that nobody would do a thing like
that. EEuuugh!

He must have sensed that I was close to shooting my spunk because he slid
me off him onto my back, took his mouth off me and started to wank me
off. His two fingers and thumb raced up and down my little dick until the
feeling came over me that the white stuff was coming. My breathing
increased rapidly and I held onto his wrist as my hips jumped and a massive
orgasm washed over me. I opened my eyes to watch a few small white blobs
and some clear liquid shoot out of my very red helmet and land on my
hairless belly.

After a few seconds, I had to hold his wrist still so he'd stop wanking
me. I was so sensitive that it started to hurt. Wow! This sex stuff was
absolutely fantastic!

His hand moved quickly to his own shaft and he began to stroke it, his hand
able to close completely around the thick weapon. I watched, hypnotised by
the size of what was before me. I watched the head, waiting, waiting,
knowing that a massive amount of spunk would soon be shooting out of it. It
only lasted seconds before he groaned, pulled the foreskin all the way back
and held it there.

I watched in fascination as the head erupted. The piss-slit opened, he
groaned again and the long thick manhood spewed copious amounts of lovely
white thick fluid. It came in torrents, his cock jerking with every shot,
all over my belly. It was hot, thick, white, creamy. And there was so much!
I thought it must have carried on for about 20 seconds but probably not. It
just seemed that way to a gauche 14-year-old boy with no real experience
before his uncle had shown him how to do naughty sex things.

Finally the big cock slowed to a dribble and he wiped the drops on my belly
where the rest of that magnificent load had fallen. I was speechless. All
this spunk on my belly had come out of my Uncle Fred - and I had helped him
to do it. He had sex with me and all this happened because of me! I was the
little girl he dreamed of, I suppose, and I was happy to fulfill that role
if that made him happy. I just wish he had come in my pussy like he
wanted. I wouldn't have minded having his baby, I don't think. Stupid idea,
really, I wasn't a girl and I couldn't have a baby but I so much wanted to
be what he wanted me to be. Pleasing him was the only thing that mattered
and what we had been doing proved to me that I had been successful.

After that day, we only managed to meet occasionally because of his
drinking habits and it began to tail off over time. I missed it terribly at
first but I'd started messing with a boy at school and wanking and sucking
him helped me over the withdrawal symptons I was suffering.

Since those days, I have been submissive to all men, always provided that
they initiated the sexual activity. A man had only to take my hand and
press it to his crotch and, without a word from him, I would sink to my
knees, take out his cock and suck him till he shot in my mouth, swallowing
all he had to offer.

Was it my uncle's fault that I was like this? I don't know; I don't feel
abused, violated, molested. It was the Spring of my life and I just LOVED
what we did. I don't feel like a victim; how could I? I chased after him
when he wasn't around. It couldn't possibly be HIS fault but always in my
mind was the excuse, "He made me do it. I was just a kid, so it wasn't my
fault, was it?"

It's a drug, an obsession. I can't get enough cocks, enough spunk. The 4
years I have been retired now means that I'm stuck at home with my wife, no
valid reason to go out alone and therefore no more cock-sucking. And I miss
it terribly.

END

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