Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2018 13:04:03 +0000
From: homeboy@nym.hush.com
Subject: Growing-up-in-care Part 14 Section Adult/Youth

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With the onset of puberty, came of course my first pubes, 'real' creamy
spunk, a change of customers and perhaps the biggest change was an
understanding of how my body worked and the understanding that sex was a
two way street and I deserved to get as much fun, pleasure, enjoyment out
of these adventures as the adults, it wasn't just about them, no matter how
nice or sexy they might be, and believe me most of them weren't.  If you're
doing things to my body I wanted more. If you're going to fuck my arse
Mister you're going to do it properly and get me off and if you're not
doing it properly I will damn well let you know.

I also found out about older women fancying boys once they had a cock that
could do the business, so to speak, I think it was clear by now to all my
uncles & aunties this was an area I had no interest in. I was a bottom boy
100% That was what they created, that was what they wanted and that was
what they got.

Hebe's, or Hebephiliacs, that is men attracted to Tanner stage 2 & 3
children were my new customers they seemed to be more into orgies than
gangbangs and way more kinky stuff, bondage, S&M, dogs, they loved dogs,
family frolics, Role playing figured a lot in their games as well, way more
than pedo's. Also after my bargaining with Keith I realised I could strike
my own deals, I had made deals before with the staff and other kids for
extra sweets and an extra penny pocket money, but these were going to be
proper deals, for real stuff.

My first little business transaction, well second if you count Keith was
Malcolm, Malcolm was the Assistant Scout Master an organisation all the
kids joined. My troop meet in the church hall on a Tuesday evening , where
we learnt to tie knots, track animals, although me coming across most of
the animals whose tracks were embossed on my 'Wayfinder' shoes was
admittedly slim but at least with the secret compass in the heel I could
find my way home!, and we played rough and tumble games during which I
never missed the chance for a quick grope of the other boys, many a scout
got his first grope off my wandering hands as they slipped up the legs of
shorts and explored the wonders within during the games period and looking
round afterward mine weren't the only tented shorts by a long way.

Now I have to be honest here Malcolm was not what anyone would describe as
a catch, in his late thirties, gone to well, let's be generous 'chubby' but
from the first time I met him I had him marked down as a 'smallie boy
merchant' as we used to call them. After testing the waters by giving him
the opportunity to feel the goods, check the fit and finish so to speak he
approached me one Tuesday and asked if I would like to give him a hand on
Saturday getting the gear ready for a camp the troop was going on later
that month after school broke up.

The next bit was quite a struggle, because regardless of how many times I
had practiced in my head when it came to asking for money I was the virgin
and it is was all a bit fumbled and not very satisfactory. I came away
having agreed to something on Saturday at 10 O'clock for a pound, probably
the guy though he had a barging...

Eventually Saturday came round, the week had kept me busy as my customer
base built up at school, I never really got into running that as a
business, I would have made a fortune if I had, I saw it as more of a
hobby. Fortunately I had the weekend off from 'Uncle' duties and come 10
O'clock sharp I turned up at the church hall to find it all locked tight
and quiet, I wasn't disappointed, more pissed off, I could have found
something else to do and admittedly I was looking forward to a whole pound
for myself, so after giving it what seemed like ten minutes not having a
watch I was about to leave when Malcolm appeared from round the corner of
the building,

'It's round here Ian, we're out in the shed.'. The 'we're' had not escaped
my notice and I hesitated. He must have noticed the concern on my
face. 'It's just my boy Richard, he's giving me a hand as well'. Thinking I
had gravely misread this whole situation I smiled and followed Malcolm
around the end of the building through a tall wooden gate and into the
small walled yard where our equipment hut was located.

There was a pile of camping gear and other random kit scattered about,
Tilley lamps, fire grates, axes, hurricane lamps, cans of paraffin, ropes
all jumbled up and spread about, 'OK! Ian you can start by helping Richard
get the patrol tents out and spread them out and check they are in good
condition'. Malcolm gestured towards the shed. As I entered I was hit by
the smell of damp canvas, smoke and fire, I could see Richard at the far
end of the shed probably about 20 feet away with his back towards me doing
something on a shelf, He looked about fifteen, may be sixteen and this
acorn had certainly fallen a long way from the tree, our American cousins
would call him a jock, I just stood slack jawed and wondered how I got
hired by the father, I dimly recognised him as one of the older scouts
attached to our troop but I had never put father & son together.

Malcolm said I was to give you a hand, 'Ah! Ian, isn't it? Come here and
give me a hand with this rope.' As we struggled with the coil of rope it
slid off the shelf and started one of those running cascades as it fell to
the floor. I tried grabbing it but the rope just carried on coming piling
up in my hands, Richard leant over and tried to help me get the mess under
control but in the end it just ran until the whole coil was draped over
both of us and made a heap on the floor.

Looking at Richard he was laughing his head off and started tickling me and
that set me off as well, I tried throwing the rope down onto the floor only
to find somewhere in the rough and tumble my hands had got tangled in the
rope, or so I though, when I actually looked they were tied neatly
together. Richard leaned in closer, steadying me with one hand around my
waist he raised my chin with the other locking eyes with me.

 'You can call me Dick!' He whispered as his strong red lips closed in on
mine. In the second this had taken, my 12 year old cock had gone from
resting to rampant, tenting my shorts obscenely, I nearly came when his
lips touched mine, his tongue meet no resistance when it met my lips and
simply moved through as if nothing was there. With my face impaled on his
tongue his now free hand started on getting me ready. First my green scout
shirt was pulled out of my shorts and he explored my midriff rubbing across
my belly and slowly drawing circles upwards until he was circling my
nipples with his thumb working one then the other too hard pegs of flesh
and nerves wired straight into my pleasure centre, I moaned into his mouth
as his tongue explored every nook and cranny of my mouth, nipping and
pulling at my lips and tongue. putting his free hand on my head he moved
round to my neck biting and kissing as he worked his way towards my ear,
Oh! God, not the ears? If I had one weakness it was my ears. Then he was on
them, biting my lobes and kissing and licking all over working his tongue
around and inside exploring each fold and crease. I hovered on the brink of
blowing my wad before he had even touch my shorts when he pinch my nipple
and executed the classic titty-twister.

I screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure.' Oh! God! I'm Cumming, I'm
Cumming!'  as my body gave up the unequal fight and I sagged in his arms my
legs twitching and struggling to keep me upright as my newly minted baby
makers pumped my now viable seed into my underpants a small damp patch
marking my surrender.

As I folded to the floor I caught a glimpse of Malcolm furiously pumping
his small cock and I heard him grunt as his own seed flew around the shed
propelled by his furious pumping.

In that space between the orgasmic glow and the return to full
comprehension They prepared me for the final scene, stripped bare apart
from my scout neckerchief which was roughly stuffed in my mouth, we were
out in the small yard and I could feel the sun on my naked body. I was tied
over the end of one of those picnic style camp tables with the seating
fixed either side with my arse exposed and available my legs spread with my
tackle swinging free and ripe for abuse, the only part of my body I could
move apart from my finger and toes was my head and turning it to the left I
could see Malcolm relaxing buck naked wanking his flaccid cock as he
relaxed in a camp chair. He saw me looking at him and spoke to Dick, 'He's
back' Looking back at me he stood up and walked over to the table and using
a metal tent peg as a weight he put a £1 note on the table right in my
eye line. 'I hope it's worth it'.

I had been tied up and over various things any number of times and I knew a
good job when I ended up in one, and this was not some random job, this was
planned and executed to a very high standard, clearly both Malcolm and his
son had their badge for 'bends & hitches'

As he turned to go back to his chair his flabby butt cheeks wobbling as he
moved, he casually threw out his parting remark. 'All yours son'.

I wasn't worried, this wasn't the first time I had been tied over a table
and given a dam good fucking, In fact I was just hoping the performance
lived up to the billing.

Richard might be a fifteen year old boy but this kid had obviously been
trained by the best, no wham, bam, thank you man! for us. The event started
out real slow and easy, his fingers working from my back down over my
stretched pre teen globes admiring their peach like quality, caressing,
fondling, rubbing, moving in a smooth flow down to play with my balls a
potent mix again of pain and pleasure as he squeezed and massaged my
hairless ball sac finally reaching my turgid cock he poured some sort of
oil into my crack allowing gravity to spread the oil from my butt hole all
the way to my pre cum dripping cock head. He slowly wanked me off, his oily
hand sliding up and over the firm hot head as he clenched his fist and
rotated his hand polishing my helmet as my hips instinctively pulled back
to relieve the pressure to cum, he kept that up for ten minutes moving from
my cock to my hole never raising the tempo warming my flesh as the
stimulation drew the blood to the surface around the sensitive areas.

When he eventually penetrated my body with his finger I nearly passed out
my eye lids fluttering and my body trembling as his violating finger drove
into my deepest places looking for that special nub when his probing finger
found the spot and started drawing circles on my prostrate I came again,
shaking violently, my lungs bursting I howled my ecstasy into my
neckerchief as I vibrated so violently the table was shaking and the sweat
was pouring off my body. Looking over I could see Malcolm still wanking his
stubby cock but he was wide open and I could see the black end of some
dildo or plug hanging out of his arse. He looked sort of close but needing
more so I steeled myself for another round, praying to god I could hold it
together.

As I panted trying to get my breath back and my heart came down from a rate
that would have given Malcolm a heart attack I felt a rough towelling rag
wiping my arsehole and dry off my cock and small now considerably less full
nuts.

I see the smirk crossing Malcolm's face as my eyes open wide and I draw in
a deep breath as I feel Richard blow his warm breath across my sensitive
pucker as his hand firmly pull my smooth cheeks apart allowing him to drive
his tongue deep into my ring, the breath drained from my body as he curled
his tongue hooking my sphincter and dragging his teeth across my skin at
one point even chewing on my ring like a puppy on the teat, as his mouth
gobbled up my arse hands explored my ball bag pulling and teasing until my
sac relaxed and he was able to move down and suck my pre-teen baby makers
into his mouth and give the tongue lashing of their lives, chasing each one
in turn around his mouth and its brother until my smooth hairless sac was
dripping with saliva and it was running down my knob adding to the steady
stream of pre cum hanging from the end like giant ropes of snot.

Pulling my cock back between my spread legs I felt his mouth engulf me as
his hand continued to play with my ball sac, sucking the now raw red
cockhead into his soft sensual mouth he wrapped his tongue around the rim
dragging sharp electrical stimuli from the hyper sensitive nerves. I
watched Malcolm pumping away at his meat as my body jumped and juddered
each time Richard found a new nerve to torment. All the time the £1 note
sitting in my eye line, mocking me.

After a few minutes of groaning into the kerchief, talking to Malcolm with
my eyes and responding to Richard with my body he released my red raw cock
and standing up drizzled some oil onto my boy hole, I felt the end of his
cock rest up against my hole. 'Here it comes boy' Malcolm added as Richard
lent into me and the pressure increased on my still tight ring. I knew what
he wanted and clenched my ring as tight as I could, he increased the
pressure further. Finally with a rush and a jolt of pain I released the
beast only to clamp down the second he was inside me I was determined to
wrest back control, a control he wasn't willing to let go.

For twenty minutes the fight went back and fro or should I say in and
out. He tried every trick he knew, going deep and pounding my prostrate,
pulling out and working his cockhead in & out through my ring. I countered
by clamping down and releasing and going soft when he wanted resistance and
hard when he needed comfort. The Nett result was that after 20 minutes we
were both knackered and no one had come, not even Malcolm and he looked the
most pissed off.

After stopping for the third time Richard lay across my back to get his
breath back and between breaths we made a deal to get the job done, I would
co-operate and get us both off and he agreed to meet again, alone without
his dad perving on us.

After a couple of minutes once Richard had recovered a bit we got back to
it, it was rather mechanical after the fun stuff and he did his duty and
after I dumped my spunk on the floor by the table again he slammed home a
few more time and unloaded his jizz in my arse, it was enough for his dad
who grunted and groaned his way through his own bit of fun and laid back
recovering as Richard untied me and I massaged some life back into my hands
and feet.

After getting cleaned up and dressed I sneaked a real good snog with
Richard in the shed and vowed next time to let him do what he wanted,
rather than what his dad wanted. Making sure to collect my wages I walked
home with a sore cock a ragged hole and £1 richer.



I hope you enjoyed this chapter, to all the readers who write to me I do
appreciate your kind words and when my tales trigger a memory of your own
from your childhood I hope you enjoy them.

Ian

Homeboy@nym.hush.com