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 pre-cum.

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.