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?