Date: Sun, 01 Apr 2018 21:17:07 +0100
From: homeboy@nym.hush.com
Subject: Growing Up in Care  Part 1 (Adult/Youth)

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I was exactly five years old when I was first sucked a cock; It belonged to
an eight year old black boy called Peter, as cocks went it wasn't really
special, about 3 inches, cut, with a bulbous head, like some sort of
strange black mushroom and it tasted of soap, and five other boys ranging
from 6 to 8 watched on casually playing with their own and each other's
cocks knowing they would be next to enjoy the new boys hazing.

I didn't know it then but Peter was helping set the theme for the rest of
my life.

You may rightly ask how I can be so certain about the date of my oral
de-flowering, quite simply Peter was the boy who slept in the bed next to
me in the orphanage and you moved from the nursery to the youngest boys
dormitory on your 5th birthday, and this was my first night in the
dormitory and my introduction to servicing the needs of the other older
boys.

The rest of the children were spread across two floors, the first for the
boys and the second for the girls, the boys' floor was made up of four
dormitories based on the age of the boys, 5 to 8, 9 to 11. 12 & 13, and
finally the older boys 14 & 15, scattered amongst them were bathrooms,
staff rooms and a sick room.

I don't really need to describe all the boys, lean, fit, hungry, always
hungry, child care in the 1960's was run on a tight budget and food was not
a priority, not that we were staved, just calorie controlled, if the book
said a child needed 1500 calories that is what you got, not a drop more or
a drop less, paperwork and appearance was important. The home was located
some 10 miles from the nearest town and the staff controlled the children's
every waking moment, apart from play time outside and the all important
nightshift as we called it.

Peter guided me by the hair, whilst I knelt on the worn bedside rug in my
blue and white striped cotton pyjamas my hardening nail peeking out through
the pee slit, yet another source of shame Peter latched onto completing my
humiliation that evening. Holding my head steady whilst he guided me as the
tears ran down my cheeks, encouraging me when I obeyed, and getting a smack
when I struggled or resisted, for an 8 year old he knew what he wanted, His
voice was quiet and whispered as he ordered me to suck and lick his nail
hard cocklett, 'suck it!' 'Lick it' suck my balls' `suck the head' the warm
sweet milky spunk surprised me at first but he just laughed and made me
swallow it all. I learned later, every boy in the room had been broken in
by Peter, so they all knew the signs when he held my mouth over his little
black cocklett as he came, grunting softly as he forced every bit of that
rock hard boy nail as far into my mouth as possible squirting his thin
milky boy spunk into my abused mouth. Swallow it! He hissed into my
ear. Swallow it all bitch! I don't think he understood the meaning of the
words, just that was what you said when you came in someone's mouth.

There was lots of whispered words, strange noises, twitching bodies and
suppressed grunts as I sucked my way round the room that night, but the
only one who I can say for certain who came was Peter the rest offered me
no spunk as I learnt it was called, an hour later I was back in my own bed
at last, shocked, confused and tired, but understanding my place in the
pecking order.

Over the following weeks my training was reinforced each night until it
became routine and I would offer my mouth to my dorm mates after lights
out. and under their guidance I learnt how to suck a cock properly, eagerly
bobbing my head up and down on their hairless boy cocks with their tight
little still empty ball bags below, by the second month I was getting quite
skilled and sucked the first thin juice out of Raymond one night as he
thrashed about on his bed and my brother Barry a few weeks later, I don't
know who was most impressed, them for making it or me for pulling it out of
them, swallowing down their first juice like the good little slut they had
created.

As my education proceeded under my roommates instruction I was learning
more than they knew, I was learning where the real power lay and it wasn't
in their immature balls squirting out their barely potent young boy spunk,
the real power was in my hands, well my mouth really, I was the one giving
the pleasure, I was the one who decided if they would just cum or spend a
minute or two with trembling knees and bodies thrashing around as quietly
as possible before giving me what I wanted, their spunk, their desire,
their need, Me, I had the power, but it was the real power, treat me nice
your blow job was good, share your sweets you were going to cum hard, look
after me and I would look after you.

As you can imagine news of a boy not only willing but keen to suck cocks
spread round the other boys in the home, pretty soon I was sucking not only
the boys in my dorm but the 9 to 11 dorm as well, real boys with real
cocks, real balls and real spunk and I loved them all and whilst I could
access this source of fresh boy protein, after school, weekends and during
the holidays it was however out of bounds after bed time and my nocturnal
activities were confined to my own age group.

I must admit at this stage of my life I viewed cocks as a source of sweets,
friends and protection. By the age of 6 my mouth was the cum dump for every
cock I could get in my mouth, well every boy who wanted it, I didn't have
it all my own way, some boys just didn't fancy a blow job from another boy,
and no doubt grabbed a furtive moment here and there with one of the girls
in the home, not much really changed for the next two years, new boys moved
in the dorm and pretty soon I was sucking them off as well. I think I must
have broken in more cock in that room than a pedo vicar in a choir
school. And the 9yo boys moved on but I still got to service them but once
they reached 11 they moved on again and they passed into the void of `older
boys' secondary school boys.

Well that is what I thought until just after my eighth birthday, Jack was a
gangly, red hot lust magnet of 13 with brown hair, who had resisted my
quite blatant enticements until one day he approached me and asked if I
wanted to play in the little apple orchard up by some old out buildings, he
was sort of fidgety and kept rubbing his crutch so I suspected what games
he wanted to play, I accepted his invitation and went with him
willing. Running alongside him like a puppy alongside its mother my mind
racing, at last I was going to see a real teenage cock, taste real teenage
spunk, play with a teenage boys junk, my life was complete.

After 5 minutes we arrived at some old dilapidated sheds and out buildings,
and an old lumber shed with an old fashion circular saw with a rusty blade
and teeth like daggers, some old storage sheds and a few random huts used
for heaven only knows, but the one that sticks in my mind is that old
woodworking shed and that old fashioned bench saw and that rusty blade,
about 3ft across rust covered and older than forever, well a 8yo forever
anyway.

Jack led me to the bench saw, which was in a 3-sided shed and stood me in
front of him, I was looking up into his slim almost angular face with the
standard `short back & sides' haircut whilst my hands went for his
waistband and my prize, he leant down and kissed me, not the peck kisses I
had shared before with other boys my age, this was an big boy kiss, I felt
his hands in the small of my back and the back of my neck as he pulled me
into his tight firm body as my hands dropped to my sides I felt the hard
outline of his cock being pressed into my tummy, it felt huge and my mouth
watered as his tongue and mouth educated me with lessons aimed at boys way
beyond my 8 years his first kisses left me breathless and wanting more,
much more my neck and ears bore the next assault as he nuzzled my neck and
blew and nibbled at my ears, I didn't know what had hit me, this was all
new, before now sex had been confined to furtive blow jobs on 11yo boys and
playing with other boys my age. Now don't get me wrong I was never mean
with my body and it was available to all my 'friends' and bumming was a
popular activity, although to say I had been fucked would be stretching the
word beyond its normally accepted use. I had, had any number of boys'
fingers up my arse and even the odd vegetable, but this was new, new
feelings, new emotions and they turned my knees weak.

As Jack worked his magic with his tongue and teeth, I rubbed and pawed at
his shorts, all the boys were dressed the same, red or blue elasticised
waistband shorts, white `Y' fronts and a striped red or blue striped `T'
shirt, as I struggled to get Jacks shorts down and get to my prize, I could
feel my prize struggling to get out of its tight white cotton confinement,
after a minute or so we both got our act together and he pushed me down to
my knees I pulled his shorts and Y fronts down to his knees and latched
onto my prize like a calf at the teat, only this teat was huge, well huge
in my world, it was one of those cocks that looks like a spear, a thick
shaft topped with a head tapering to almost a point separated from its
shaft by a prominent ridge, cut and smooth with a trim fuzz of hair
hovering above like an pubescent mono-brow, after my initial eagerness Jack
took control. Holding my head in a vice like grip, threatening to bust my
eyeballs out of my head as he probed my mouth and throat with his teen
shaft.

Whilst I manfully, well as manfully as an eight year old can, serviced the
insistent pole of a teenager whose intention seemed to be to shove his bone
hard cock as deep as he could, I hung onto his hips to try and get some
sort of traction. After what was probably only 5 minutes Jack relaxed his
grip and slowed to a rhythm I could work with, my tongue exploring every
inch of his length, running round and over the head and flicking across his
pee slit. I must admit I was a bit upset and deflated when despite 10
minutes of licking, sucking and my best efforts; the only response I got
was a mumbled "not bad". Where was my prize? Where was my treat?

Jack pulled me to my feet and as I looked up into his eyes, well actually
up his nose, he looked vaguely over the top of my head and shrugged
slightly before slowly dropping to his knees in front of me and pulling
down my shorts and pants and lifting my foot to release my legs, before
starting to work on my little boy cock. Thus began what I have ever since
described as a master class in how to wreck a boy and turn him into a cock
loving pussy boy.

Jacks tongue and mouth worked my hairless cock and balls like a pro,
pulling back my foreskin and exposing the sensitive glands before running
his teeth oh so gently across the rim, drawing a gasp and a shudder from my
keyed up and rapidly crashing body, running his tongue over my embarrassing
three inches and my cheery size balls he pinched and twisted my little buds
that passed for nipples and I started to understand how immature my body
was, and how little I knew about sex and how to give pleasure.

My mental musing were brought back to 'the now' as a finger danced around
my boy pussy like a moth around a candle fluttering silently and furiously
around its target before crashing into it with its full force as it was
smoothly inserted into my body but unlike every other finger that had made
that intimate journey this one knew what it was doing, latching onto my
prepubescent prostate like a magnet to an iron bar, my knees finally gave
up the battle and I crashed to the ground, pulling my cock out of his mouth
that was driving me insane and pushing the finger up to the hilt into my
pulsing boy hole and as my lungs emptied with a 'huff'.

This unplanned break gave me a chance to gather my senses and my wits and I
realised Jack was now naked apart from his white ankle socks and plimsolls
with a raging boner the bulbous head glowing an angry red not 6 inches from
my face, I did think he looked quite funny but still a God, I reached for
his penis and was struck by the eagerness of its response. It registered
that I had lost my T shirt and red shorts somewhere in the process, then
wham! It hit me. Jacks second finger had snuck its way in and joined its
mate dancing the tango on that recently discovered nut of electricity that
seemed wired directly to my whore circuits, I groaned and pushed back
against his invading fingers and started grinding and riding them like a
boy possessed, slowly whilst still keeping control of my now fully
compliant hole Jack got behind me, helped me to my feet and bent me over
that saw bench exposing my still unfucked pucker to his unrestricted
attentions as he removed his two fingers I could feel my ring trying to
close down the un-natural stretching it had been exposed to even though it
desired more, the next assault on both my body and sanity came from a
different source.

I sensed rather than saw Jack squat behind me and felt my boyish nail
pulled back between my legs as Jack started to wank me off as his face sunk
into my spread arse cheeks and his tongue dug into my hole like a conger
ell seeking shelter, I'm sure if he hadn't pulled my cock backwards I would
have driven it into the wooden bench like a nail. The next 10 minutes Jack
spent working me back up to fever pitch, sucking, nibbling and biting my
precious boy parts and gently working three fingers into my now smoking
hole.

Jack moved to stand behind me as he worked my hairless hole with his
fingers using a in and out motion rubbing my boy nut with each stroke, each
thrust accompanied with a strangled groan/gasp from my abused body.

I knew what was coming, I wasn't daft, I knew when he pulled his fingers
out that the next thing `in' was going to be his stiff eager boyhood and
that once that happened there was only going to be one ending, I shuddered,
a battle between fear and desire ran around my head, the battle was ended
by four and a half inches of boy being inserted into my arse, crashing into
my prostate like a wave on the shore, I groaned like the boy whore I was
only to shake like a leaf as he drew his weapon all the way out, only to
break the seal on my hole again all the way up to the hilt scraping my boy
nut again sending a shiver into every corner of my being, Jack had clearly
decided he had the measure of his partner and holding me by my slim girlish
hips he went to work, wave upon wave of feelings frizzed around my pale
writhing body everything started to blur the only constant was Jacks cock
regularly sending another jolt of pleasure into my arse and short
circuiting into my brain, I had never felt anything like it before, if this
was sex then fuck me to death here and now, my breath was ragged my eyes
were streaming with tears of pleasure so much I couldn't see straight, the
sound of blood rushing in my ears drowned out my grunts ever time Jack
bottomed out, then just when it felt like the end was coming he would
change from long dicking his prize to working my ring with just the head of
his now god like cock.

At one point he stopped buried up to the hilt and rotated me around on his
hardness until I was on my back on the saw table with my legs straight up
in the air before continuing his relentless fucking. As I thrashed around
his cock which I'm sure was getting bigger and bigger four thing happened
almost at once, Jack grabbed my cock and started wanking me furiously, I
opened my eye looking up and saw his face, contorted and sweating and my
white cotton `Y' fronts tangled round my foot waving like some obscene
surrender flag and I rolled my head the side and was looking straight into
the face of uncle Dave the homes superintendent. I nearly died!

It was at this exact moment that the hill Jack had been pushing our bodies
up turned out to be a cliff and I crashed over the other side, and in a
scream you could hear in the local village I came in an orgasm that sent me
to the borders of consciousness, my body, that was thrashing around like a
landed fish turned into a board, my little boy balls barely able to produce
spunk tried to fulfil their natural function and inseminate a none existent
ovum, instead spraying spunk across my sweating, panting body five thin
ropes of sweet boy come and my hole which until now had been a tight silken
glove for Jacks to explore turned into a pulsing hungry vice and all the
while Jack got faster and more urgent until the vice finally pulled him
over the cliff with me and he made his offering to the gods of perversion
and sprayed his potency into me, I felt ever pulse of his balls every beat
of his heart as he collapsed into me as he shuddered through his own
orgasm.

As I drifted in my post orgasmic bliss I heard Uncle David say "Well done
Jack. He will do, move him to the older boys room."

But all I knew was, I was eight years old, I had just been fucked and I was
in love.



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