Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2011 20:50:56 +0200
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: John's Early Learning Chapter 9

			   JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING
				 by John P
			      Copyright 2011

Chapter 9

It's Saturday again and, as always, I meet my uncle. We leave in his truck
and he touches my cock almost immediately. It's stiff with anticipation and
I scoot my bum forward in the seat so he can play with me more easily. This
is a ritual I enjoy. His big hand strokes my pants over my little willy and
I sit there, hands by my side as he molests me, a 14-year-old boy who is a
willing party to the crime being committed against him. Before we've even
cleared the houses in the town, he's told me to take my willy out. I do so
of course because he says so and because I am an obedient child.

Once it's out, he strokes the soft skin of the shaft and gently feels the
knob at the end with two fingers. My stomach jumps about with the
excitement at his fondling and I open my legs further in the hope that
maybe he'll play with my little balls as well. I've opened the front of my
pants completely so that his big hand will have room enough to go inside if
he wants to jiggle my little ball-bag about. I hope he does.

I have a brief worry about when we pass a bus waiting at a bus stop because
I've realised that the passengers will be able to see what he's doing to
me. It's only a brief thought though because he's working me up with his
touch. He can't see what he's feeling because he has to keep his eyes on
the road but I place my hand upon his, stroking it as he strokes me.

Just as I thought, he's taking me to the wood again. My last visit there
with him saw me dressed as a schoolgirl, with skirt, blouse and pretty
white knickers. I had been uneasy being dressed that way, especially when
he walked me, holding my hand, to a clearing next to a path. After his
initial groping of me, a man had joined in and I had taken two full loads
of spunk into my mouth. Although I had been extremely aroused by the acts,
the spunk had tasted nasty as usual but my desire to please had over-ridden
the consequences of the vile stuff spurted into my mouth.

Now here we are again and I've spotted the two bags behind his seat that he
keeps the girls' clothes in. Like last week, he comes round to my side of
the truck when we've parked, with the bags in his hands. He opens the door
and I know what I have to do without him saying a word. I begin to strip
and he watches me, hunger in his eyes, and he touches the front of his
pants. I see him and know that I want the big cock that stands erect
within, to stroke it, to taste it, to suck on it.

When I'm naked, he goes into the bag and brings out some knickers but this
time, they're different. They have a fancy strip around the waist and when
he fits them on me, there aren't any leg holes and I'm puzzled. There are
some string things on the sides and I see how they work when he ties the
strings into bows on each of my hips. I've worked out now that the strings
can be untied and the knickers just pulled from me without having to touch
my legs at all. I'm fascinated by this and it doesn't occur to me to
question why he's dressing me in this girls' garment.

He pulls something else out of the bag and I'm looking at what appears to
be a very short t-shirt. It is, in fact, a girl's top and reaches down to
just under my little tits. When I look down, I see that my hard nipples are
quite plain to see through the material and I blush. A mini-skirt comes
next, a very mini-skirt, and he pulls it up from my feet to my waist where
I find that it just covers my knickers and nothing more. It's waist is
elasticated and it's made of some kind of stretchy material that hugs my
hips tightly. It's little more than a broad belt! Girls' flat shoes
complete the ensemble and he steps back to admire the effect. I blush as he
admires me but I feel quite proud when he is pleased with the result. He
fiddles with my longish hair until he's satisfied and then he holds me,
bending down and kissing my hair.

His kisses move down to my face and then he's at my lips, waiting for the
invitation. I open my lips and he thrusts inside, greedily tasting my
tongue, feeling my teeth and gums as he probes deeper. My arms go around
him and I feel the thick cock inside his pants against my belly. Thinking
about that wonderful cock excites me and I respond, my ardour increasing by
the second. His hands have gone under my short skirt and he's got a bum
cheek in each big hand, kneading my flesh. I want his cock, that
magnificent weapon still concealed in his pants, but I can't have it until
I'm invited to touch it.

He removes his tongue from my mouth, kisses me on the lips and announces
that we have to take a walk. I'm concerned now because I'm almost naked and
he wants me to walk with him into the wood. It's no idle concern because
I've seen four more parked vehicles and I know that the occupants are
walking in the forest somewhere, looking for partners to have sex with. I
don't want anybody to see me and hope that we can go to a secret place for
whatever my uncle wants to do to me. If we hurry, I may not be seen but my
uncle doesn't want to hurry and I'm forced to walk at the leisurely pace
that he has decided upon.

We walk along a path and then branch off until we are about ten yards from
that path and in a small clearing. I breathe a sigh of relief when we stop,
relieved that nobody has seen me. A big tree has fallen and it provides a
seat for us, saving us from having to sit on the leaf-covered ground. He
produces some cigarettes from his pocket and I accept one. I have started
smoking because I want to appear manly, just like some other boys in my
class. We smoke, not saying anything, but I still try to see the bulge in
his pants when he's not looking my way.

Ten minutes later, he stands and offers his hand to me. I take it and he
pulls me to my feet. Good, he's going to have sex with me now. He is
positioned with the log behind him, facing the path, and he pulls me to his
chest. My back is to the path and I can't see when anybody comes so I won't
know when to duck down to avoid being seen but I'm sure my uncle will keep
an eye out for strangers passing.

He just cuddles me, one hand under the top I'm wearing and, after he has
pulled my skirt up a few inches, the other down the back of my knickers. We
just stand there and, uninvited, I put my arms around his neck, laying my
head on his chest. His shirt is unbuttoned to just above his navel and I
take in his manly smell. I begin to kiss his hairy chest, feeling safe in
the arms of a real man. The hand in my knickers is kneading my cheeks again
and occasionally a finger moves down my crack, feeling for my rosebud. When
he's reached it, the tip runs around it and tries to enter. I wince at the
pain and he swiftly wets it in his mouth and returns it to my bum-hole. He
inserts it an inch and I freeze.

I'm worrying at this point because he put his big cock in my bum once,
shooting his spunk deep inside me, and I'm afraid he might want to do it
again. It hurt then but the very fact that it pleased him so much made my
discomfort worth it.

He removes his finger and I can feel him fiddling with something in his
jacket pocket. He's using both hands to mess with something behind my back
and I can't see what it is becuase my arms are still round his neck. He
returns whatever it was to his pocket with one hand and the other reurns to
my bum-hole. His finger is at my hole and I feel something cold on his
finger. It's greasy and I shudder as he inserts his finger easily into me.

He's not going to put his cock in me again, is he? Oh no, please, not
that. I'll do anything else but please, not that. He inserts his finger
slowly until I can feel his hand against my bum. I daren't cry out because
somebody might hear us and come to investigate. Without thinking about it,
I've opened my legs wide to facilitate his penetration of me. Why am I
helping him to abuse me?

He moves around and puts his foot up onto the log, then bends me over his
knee. I'm looking down at the leaves on the floor as he continues his
penetration of my bum-hole with his greased finger. It's feeling easier now
and when he introduces a second finger alongside the first, he waits
patiently for my hole to adjust to the thickness. I'm pretty sure that he's
going to fuck me with that powerful cock in his pants and I begin to resign
myself to the inevitable.

He stops momentarily and, after a few seconds, he removes his fingers from
my hole. Next he reaches for my thigh and undoes the bow on my knickers
that he tied there earlier. When he reaches over me to the other side, he
releases the other string and pulls the whole garment between my legs,
leaving my bum naked.

I expect him to get behind me now and force his monster cock up inside me
but he doesn't. Instead he puts both hands on my back and strokes me, his
fingertips caressing my skin from my bum to under the top he's made me
wear. A finger plays with my bumhole and I wonder why it's suddenly colder
than it was.

I freeze when I realise that both my uncle's hands are on my back. I try to
stand but my uncle keeps me down and croons, "It's OK, Johnny, it's
OK. Just keep still." Whoever is behind me puts his finger into my bum-hole
and it goes in easily. The stranger treats me gently as he inserts a second
finger beside the first and screws them both into me.

My uncle is trying to calm the panic within me by talking quietly, assuring
me that everything is OK. "He won't hurt you, sweety, just relax and you'll
really like it."

I'm standing there, bent over, being molested by a man I can't see and my
uncle is helping him by taking one of my bum-cheeks in each hand and
spreading them apart to enable his invasion of my body. I'm grateful that
the stranger isn't hurting me but I'm wondering now why my uncle is letting
somebody do this to me.

"Does it feel good, sweety?" my uncle asks and I give the answer he wants
to hear.

"It's lovely," I reply without any conviction in my voice. It's not, of
course, but I know that my uncle will be turned on by this answer and I
always try my best to please him in any way I can. The thought of being
able to suck my uncle's cock over-rides my present discomfort and I settle
down to let the stranger continue the exploration of my orifice. I hear the
man spit and I feel his warm saliva hit my bum-crack. His finger withdraws,
runs around the saliva and re-enters me. He continues this for a couple of
minutes and I start to realise that this now doesn't hurt at all; I've just
got a feeling of fullness inside me.

A pleasant feeling is washing over me now and I'm not minding this stranger
doing this to me at all. When he takes his fingers from my hole, I begin to
miss them in a weird kind of way and am now thinking that I wouldn't mind
at all if he pushed them back into me. I'm still resting my chest on my
uncle's knee so I can't see behind me as I hear a belt buckle rattle and a
zip is pulled down. Worry crowds my mind as it dawns on me what is about to
happen. He's going to bum me! He's going to mate me. The big stiff cock he
no doubt has is going to be forced into me and it'll hurt terribly. I try
to rise but Uncle Fred holds me down, reassuring me that all will be well.

"He's only going to make love to you, sweety. He won't hurt you," he says
but I don't feel at all confident about it.

Something is pressed to my rosebud and I know now that it's too late. I
can't run away and the fact that my uncle is enjoying what is about to take
place means that I have no choice but to suffer whatever is about to befall
me.

I hear the man spit again and more saliva joins the greasy mess that covers
my bum-hole. The cock pushes forward and I tense, waiting for the pain I
know will follow. He enters my bum after I've relaxed my sphincter and I'm
relieved that it doesn't hurt at all, at least not yet. With the head of
his cock inside me, he stops, pauses for a few seconds until he knows that
I'm adjusting to his size. Then he pushes forward again and I feel another
inch enter me. Still no pain. Another inch goes inside and I'm beginning to
wonder when the pain will come.

He moves his cock back and then forward, advancing millimetres each time, I
imagine, until I feel his pubic hair against my bum-cheeks. This man-cock
is not as thick or as long as my uncle's, I realise, and I've worked out
now that the pain I experienced the time I was fucked by my uncle will not
be inflicted on me by this man with the smaller cock. He's inside me
completely and I'm surprised that I don't mind at all.

The stranger is fucking me slowly, gently, and I'm no longer in fear of
him. Uncle Fred has removed his hands from my back and the stranger first
holds my hips and then moves his arms around me, circling my waist. His
gentle fucking is making me quite relaxed and then my uncle bends down
beside me and begins to whisper in my ear.

"You like being fucked, don't you? You like a cock in your pussy. Doesn't
it feel good, sweety?" and I reply, "Yes, it's lovely," with more
conviction than earlier. It really IS feeling good now and I find myself
pushing back into the stranger's groin. The man's kissing the back of my
neck now and I feel so good that I'd like to kiss him back but of course I
can't. I hear his breathing in my ear and the occasional moan, the moan of
a man being turned on by me, my body. For some inexplicable reason, I want
to please him the best way I can.

My uncle is stroking my hair and fingering my ears, tickling me but
enhancing the feelings I'm getting from the man with his cock buried inside
my almost virgin boy-pussy. They are both loving me, each in his own way,
and I'm feeling quite warm inside, enjoying the love each has for me. I
want to kiss both of them but I'm stretched over my uncle's knee and being
loved from behind so it's not possible. What I DO notice is that my uncle
has brought his monster cock out into the open and is gently wanking it. As
I watch him fisting that beautiful cock, I'm starting to get even more
excited.

The man's breathing becomes laboured and my uncle whispers in my ear, "Tell
him to fuck harder, sweety. Tell him you want it hard."

I say loudly to the man, "Please fuck me harder," and he complies, pushing
as far into me as he can. I feel his balls banging against me with every
inward thrust and my own arousal is increased by the dirty words I have to
use. I improvise in a way that I'm sure will please my uncle.

"I need your cock. Fill me up with spunk. Fuck me harder and fill me up."
My common sense has deserted me now and I'm ranting like a lunatic.

The cock inside me has sped up now and that little thing inside me keeps
being hit by it, giving me a stiff cock and making me feel fantastic. I
realise he must be getting close to spunking up because he's groaning in my
ear, telling me how lovely it feels for him. My uncle's talking again and I
barely hear him say, "He's coming in your cunt, little girl, he's filling
you up," to which I reply dreamily, "Oh yes, oh yes."

I feel the throbbing of the man's cock begin in my bum and the man moans
loudly as his spunk begins to pump. He pushes forward as far as he can and
holds still while the spunk shoots deep inside me, splashing my insides
with a torrent of white hot fertile sperm. I'm overwhelmed by how vigorous
this man is, how manly, and I feel honoured that I should be the one to
receive his seed.

My uncle is whispering to me, "Good girl, good girl," as I feel the jerks
of the cock deep inside me and I wonder, inexplicably, if he'll make me
pregnant.

The cock has stopped jerking now and I know that his spunk is dribbling
into me. My uncle takes his leg from under my chest and I put my hands down
onto the log, remaining there while I savour what has just happened to
me. The stranger's cock is still inside me but I know that when he takes it
out, I'll have to turn around and suck it clean. I'm not looking forward to
that but my uncle always made me do it for him so I'm expecting to made to
do it for the man who has just filled me with his spunk.

When the man carefully pulls out of me, I turn around and fall to my
knees. I can feel his spunk start to dribble out of my well-used hole and
run down my leg. I'm seeing his cock for the first time. It's not big but
it's nice, with a long foreskin, and I notice bits of brown along with the
spunk and the Vaseline. I realise what the brown is and I'm not at all
enthusiastic about having it in my mouth but I know that I must and I
tentatively lick the foreskin. I bite the bullet, so to speak, and take as
much as I can into my mouth. Because it's now soft, it means I can take
almost all of it.

Uncle Fred has taught me that I must look up at him whilst I'm on my knees
with his cock in my mouth and that's what I do now. I look up into the
man's eyes and I see that it's a boy, not a man. My face displays the
horror of this revelation. He's called Chris something or other and he's 16
and he goes to my school!

I freeze with his cock still in my mouth. He recognises me and, as he
smiles down at me, I know that I'm finished. This is going to be common
knowledge at school in the next few days and I'm going to be ashamed. My
life is over now. There's no escape from the shame I'm starting to feel and
my hopelessness must be all over my face. I look into his eyes and I plead
silently, knowing that my future is in his hands. He has caught me in
girls' clothes, seen that I am available for use by men or, in his case,
boys. I hold my breath as he makes his silent decision as to whether or not
to broadcast the fact at school that I am a girly slut, happy to let men
fuck me and take their cocks into my mouth to satisfy them.

He reaches down and strokes my hair, then runs his hand down the side of my
face till it's under my chin. He's still smiling as he pulls my head
forward so that his whole cock is in my mouth and his pubic hair tickles my
nose. Regardless of what he's decided, my tongue moves to press into his
pee-slit and I feel his foreskin wrap itself around the tip of my tongue. I
play with his foreskin inside my mouth, marvelling at the amount of skin
I've never experienced before. I gather the foreskin at the end of his
cock-head and pull it gently with my lips, tasting the cock that has so
recently sent floods of spunk inside me to fill me up so well. The evidence
of this is still dribbling down the inside of my leg as I lick and suck him
till he's clean. He lifts me to my feet and holds me, and I'm sure that
it's a sign that he will keep my secret. Before he leaves me, he picks up
my knickers and asks if he can keep them. I look at my uncle and he nods so
I say OK. He pulls up his pants and fastens them, kisses me gently on the
lips and then leaves with his souvenir clutched in his hand. I'm now sure
he'll keep quiet about what I've done.

Uncle Fred has watched this whole episode and knows that something's not
right. He's been watching my face throughout and now asks what was wrong so
I tell him. As I'm doing this, it dawns on me that Chris will require me to
be his sex partner whenever he wants me to be and I'm surprised that I'm
not at all dismayed by the prospect. He was so gentle with me and I'm so
grateful for his silence that I'm sure I will be happy to perform any sex
acts that please him.

My uncle's big cock is taking my attention and he notices this. His hand
pressing on my shoulder indicates that I have to go down and I go down onto
my knees once more. My tongue reaches out and the tip gathers the pre-cum
gathering at the pee-slit of that enormous cock-head. I move down under the
massive cock and lick the big ball-sack that hangs down with the weight of
the balls contained within.

After a minute of this, I use the flat of my tongue to press hard against
the long shaft and I drag my tongue upwards from the base to the bulbous
head, feeling the tube underneath that brings his fertile sperm out into
the open or, with luck, into my waiting mouth. My mouth envelops the head
and I suck steadily, my tongue working the underside of the shaft to
pleasure him. After a minute of this, he directs my head away from his cock
and to his pubic hair. I kiss the whole area around his crotch and he
begins to speak very softly.

"You liked being fucked, didn't you? You couldn't get enough, could you?
You'd like more cock, wouldn't you?" and I nod. "I bet you like that boy's
spunk running down your legs. I think you like being a dirty girl."

He makes me stand and moves me towards the log. "Bend over so I can see his
spunk coming out of your pussy," and I do. My legs are wide apart and he
gets down behind me, looking at the river of spunk now running faster down
the insides of my legs. He plays with it with his fingertips, gathers some
up and puts it back into my bum. He stands and I know what is about to
happen. When he drops his pants and undies, he grabs his cock and runs the
head around the mess that still lingers inside my bum-crack and I fear what
is coming next.

His hands grip my hips and I feel him push at my rosebud and am pleasantly
surprised when my sphincter lets him in. He holds the head just inside my
hole and I brace myself for the onslaught I'm sure will begin soon. He's
opened the hole wider than Chris did but the thickness of his stiff pole
hasn't brought pain this time. After a brief wait, he pushes into me a
couple of inches and I inhale sharply, expecting the worst. He's filling me
with that enormous penis and up to now, the only sensation is that of being
full. He pushes again and two more inches are forced into me until now I am
taking half of that wonderful organ.

The fucking motion begins and I feel him hitting the special place inside
me that's making my dick harder each time. Each movement increases his
penetration and inside a minute, I feel his pubic hair against me, tickling
my bum-cheeks. Although it's not hurting me, it's uncomfortable because of
the size of his cock, but I'm becoming more aroused by the second as he
spears me again and again.

He bends over my back and I feel his chest hair against me. While he fucks
me with slow gentle strokes, he kisses my neck and whispers things in my
ear.

"You like Daddy fucking your little pussy. My big cock feels nice, doesn't
it? You want my spunk, don't you, naughty girl?"

I'm so wrapped up in how he's making me feel that I almost don't hear
him. He's exciting me, making me want him, making me want the hot white
stuff up inside me. His fingers find my nipples and he begins to pinch me
hard but instead of pain, it only serves to make me hotter. My little dick
is like a steel rod and my uncle is responsible for it.

He whispers, "Tell me you like cock. Beg for it, little slut." I'm
beginning to understand what he wants to hear and I want to say what will
give him the kind of pleasure he's giving me.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Put your spunk in me... please. I love it, I love feeling
you inside me."

That does it. He speeds up and fucks me harder, and although I'm now
getting a dull pain every time he plunges into me, I'm so excited that I
brush it aside. He's breathing harder and I know that the volcano will
erupt before too much longer.

His voice is full of tension as he says, "It's coming, sweety, my spunk's
coming!" and I say, "Oh yes, Daddy, fill me up. Shoot into me." My hips are
pushing backwards, working with him, and he pushes forward for the last
time and holds me real tight. His groin is held tight against my buttocks
as his penis throbs inside me and the first gobs of his virile sperm are
pumped through his cock and into my waiting rectum. The hot spunk that
shoots inside me joins the load already left by Chris' boy-dick and I revel
in the feeling of the jerking cock deep inside me. He's moaning the whole
time, telling me what a good girl I am and saying how good my pussy
feels. The thick cock continues spurting it's hot load inside me and I'm
shuddering with emotion, my legs becoming weaker.

Finally the throbbing of his cock stops and the dribbling signifies his
orgasm is almost over. He's holding me up with his strong arms, stopping me
from falling because the strength has left my legs. He's still breathing
hard but it's beginning to moderate.

After a minute, he pulls his softening cock carefully from my bum-hole and
straight away I miss it's presence. I feel empty, incomplete somehow. The
spunk begins to leak from me and I can feel the hot liquid running down
over my ball-sack. I turn, ready to commence my clean-up duties but he
stops me.

He makes me stand in front of him and tells me to wank myself while he
watches. I do as I'm told and use two fingers and my thumb to masturbate
while he watches with interest. When he sees that I'm about to shoot, he
moves forward, placing his big cock under my little one.

"Shoot on my cock," he tells me as he takes over the masturbation, holding
both cocks tightly together and wanking them as one. His big hand dwarfs my
little willy but the unusual situation means that I'm soon shooting my
spunk at the base of his big cock. As he continues to hold both cocks
throughout my orgasm, I'm making involuntary fucking motions inside his
hand. When he removes his hand, I see that my sperm is now in his pubic
hair, on the shaft near the base and the dribbles are now coating the
bottom four inches of his thick shaft.

My orgasm over, I have to get to my knees to clean up the mess I just
made. With my head tilted up so that he can see my face, I lick the spunk
from his pubic hair and the lower part of the shaft that has recently been
filling my bum-hole. Sucking and licking his whole cock for two full
minutes ensures that he is now free from shit, spunk and Vaseline.

He pulls me to my feet and it's then that we notice a fat man with his cock
in his hand who has been watching us for at least the last ten minutes. The
man has watched as my uncle's prick has shot his copious volume of spunk
into me and this man has been excited by it. The man's cock is short but
thick and I'm watching while the man is masturbating. He comes closer and I
look at my uncle to see what we should do. My uncle nods his head and the
man comes right up to us, still wanking. I'm watching the cock, studying
the shape, the size, the foreskin that covers the head and then uncovers
it.

My uncle knows that I worship cock and he presses me down before the
stranger. I open my mouth and take in the cock that is already on the verge
of orgasm. The thick cock fills my mouth and I have little room for my
tongue to pleasure him but inside ten seconds, I feel his hot spunk bathing
my tonsils, the cock jerking over and over as the spurts continue to
come. I'm swallowing as fast as I can so as not to drown but the amount
he's injecting into my mouth is beginning to overwhelm me. I'm about to
choke when I feel my airway clear and I know that it's OK now.

Uncle Fred watches as I perform my clean-up duty on the man and seems
satisfied. Once the dribbles are cleaned up, the man puts his cock back
into his pants, zips up and walks away without a word. It doesn't matter
because I've pleased him. I'm now realising that my duty in life is to
please men, no matter how many. I can taste the man's spunk which still
coats the inside of my mouth and I don't like the taste but I'm destined to
do this for the rest of my life and I'm not sure I would want to change it.

I pull down my skirt to cover the absence of knickers, thanks to Chris, and
walk hand in hand with my uncle back towards the truck. Before we walk ten
yards, my uncle stops and I look up at him questioningly. He goes to his
knees and adjusts my skirt so that my willy is on show to everybody and my
bum feels the fresh air once more. The evidence of my sexual promiscuity is
demonstrated as the spunk continues to run down my legs. We begin to walk
again and I'm conscious of the shamelessness with which I display my young
body to any men who want to see it. After so many weeks under my uncle's
tutelage, I'm confident about my body, and my small dick no longer
embarrasses me. I'm desirable and I know it now. Men lust after me, they
want sex with me, they want ME to make them shoot their spunk. Married men
want ME to give them the sex that their wives won't and they know I won't
be nagging them afterwards about buying presents or wedding anniversaries
they've forgotten.

We pass three men on the path and I see in their eyes that they want me. My
willy is half hard with excitement as I realise their attraction to me and
I see one of them openly rub his crotch as we pass. Once past each of them,
I turn my head to see what they do. Every one looks at my bum and the spunk
that's dribbling down my legs. My confidence builds with every admiring
glance that I get and I have to give the credit to my uncle for making me
this way. As a way of showing my gratitude, I resolve to take the
initiative in the future and not wait for him to direct me. I picture in my
mind coming into his room, grasping his crotch firmly and kissing him. Then
I see myself pulling down his pants, sucking that enormous cock and going
round behind him to kiss and lick his bum-hole. Then I will bend over,
pulling my bum-cheeks apart so he can see my rosebud, and wait for him to
mount me. All this serves to do is to make my little dick get harder.

When we reach the truck, there's a man just locking the door of his car and
he spots us. His eyes open wide at the sight of me and I wait, my hand
still inside my uncle's big paw. Is he going to make me perform for the
man? Will my uncle make me surrender myself to this man? I secretly hope
so. It's then that I realise that my having sex with other men turns my
uncle on as much as when he does things to me himself. I wasn't conscious
of this before but right then it hits me. The stranger in the woods last
week and Chris today! He likes me to be used by other men too! I wonder
then if he'll sell me, if he'll hire my body out to men who want me badly
enough. The prospect of that excites me rather than daunts me.

My uncle ignores the man and stands me next to the truck while he strips me
naked. The man has a good view of us but he moves closer to see me. Unseen
by my uncle, I watch the man finger his crotch and the tip of my tongue
goes between my lips to waggle about, inflaming him some more. I can't do
anything because my uncle is here and I don't have permission but I'd like
to.

Once I'm naked, I will have to dress myself in my boy clothes but not
before my uncle scoops up the spunk from my legs and bum, and, watched by
the stranger, I'm fed by my uncle's fingers. The man is beside himself with
this depravity going on before him and he opens his pants quickly, taking
out the quite small cock within. The man looks pleadingly at my uncle and
he nods to the man. I'm then put on my knees and the man approaches.

On my knees in front of the man, I open my mouth, awaiting his pleasure. He
masturbates faster and I watch the stiff dick getting redder than before. A
glint of metal from his wanking fingers proves to be a wedding ring and
confirms the fact that he's married and has obviously come to this place to
get the kind of sex or relief that he can't get at home. The dick is two
inches from my mouth and I'm looking up at him, seeing his face contort
with arousal as he wanks. He groans and I wait for the first blast of spunk
to hit, but where?

He rests his dick on my bottom lip and the spurting begins. His white hot
spunk shoots to the back of my throat, closely followed by a second and a
third. My throat muscles work as fast as I can make them to swallow what's
being pumped into my mouth. Small dick or not, the man is feeding me a
copious supply of his life-giving juices, the same juices he's pumped into
his wife to make the kids he has. I'm coping quite well with his torrent of
spunk rushing into my open mouth and as he feels the orgasm lessen, he
pushes forward so that his cock hits the back of my throat. The dribbling
is now just sliding down my throat to join the large amount already in my
stomach. It tastes nasty of course, just like everybody else's, but what
can I do? I have to take it because THEY want it.

When I'm certain he's finished, my tongue licks the shaft and the head,
hoping to tease out any more spunk that might still be in the tube
underneath his cock-shaft. Once it's drained, a sixty second tongue-bath
ensures that he's in a clean enough state to go back home to his wife. He
thanks my uncle as he sticks his dick back into his pants and I kneel
there, a belly full of his spunk, and he leaves without a word to me,
glancing at my stiff dick before he turns and returns to the car he's just
parked. I don't really feel effronted but it would have been nice to have
been given a kiss before he left.

My uncle gets me to dress in my boy clothes and we drive away. I'm thinking
on the drive home how I've changed over the last few weeks and I have only
one man to thank for it. I look at him from the passenger seat and I want
to hug him, to kiss him, to show my gratitude, and I know I'll do anything
he wants me to do, no matter how painful or humiliating. He is my mentor,
my guardian angel, the man I'll give my body to anytime he wants it.

Then I think of Chris and what he'll make me do when we meet at school. The
sight of his foreskin flashes through my mind and I imagine pulling it with
my lips and poking my tongue inside it to tickle the head of his
cock. Mmmm... Then I wonder if he's like my uncle, and maybe he'll let
other boys do me while he watches. My little dick stirs at the
possibilities of that situation.

It's over for today and I know for certain that tonight, in my lonely bed,
I'll be stroking myself to the recollection of today's activities.

I wonder if my dad would like.....

END

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