Date: Mon, 02 Apr 2018 19:31:01 +0100
From: homeboy@nym.hush.com
Subject: Growing-up-in-care Part 2 Section Adult/Youth

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It had been 3 days since Jack had turned me on to the feelings hidden
within my 8yo body. I will admit that after the 10 minutes I needed to
gather my senses and confirm I still had all my faculties Jack helped me
dress talking all the time, "don't worry, you did well, Uncle David was
happy" That was the bit that got me trembling again, but now for a
completely different reason. After the first real orgasm of my life Jack
had been comforting and caressing me as he talked and dressed me, mention
of Uncle David had revived the memory of him being there, seeing me like
`that', doing `that' I looked at Jack and started to cry, Jack pulled me
towards his still bare chest and hugged me tight and whispered to me
calming me down, after a few minutes I stopped crying and dried my eyes,
But what about Uncle David? I asked bordering on tears again; Jack just
held me by the shoulders, looked directly into my eyes and said "Don't
worry about Uncle David, he only likes to watch you little ones"

The first `bong' of the hall clock striking 6 jolted me from my daydream; I
was back in the passageway standing outside Uncle David's office. I had
been instructed to report to him at six o'clock. I knocked, after a short
pause a voice said "come in".  I opened the door and froze on the spot, In
front of me was a scene I struggled to see, my eyes saw it ok, it was just
my brain trying to understand that had caused the mental circuits to fry.
"Come in boy and shut the door!" "Yes Sir." I heard myself mumble whilst
stepping forward and closing the door with a solid click, "come here boy!"
My body moved towards the indicated spot but my eyes stayed lock onto the
sight in front of me.

Uncle David was ex army and although no doubt past his most virile made up
for it with years of experience in `child care', He was about 40 and
reasonably hairy and fit, he still had the body and the endurance of a man
half his age, his cock was about 9 inches and as straight as a ramrod, the
end was large and looked like the end of some sort of medieval club. Uncle
Ben was an ex merchant seaman and was a slightly younger version of Uncle
David except his body was as smooth as mine with just pubic hair around his
7 inch, thick, heavy cut cock.


Barry Mc a 15yo red headed stud, bane of my life, bully, and all-round
terror was laid on his back on the big brown desk in Uncle David's office,
stark naked , legs hooked over the crock in Uncle David's elbows, who
rested with his hands firmly planted on the desk by Barry's arm pits almost
bending the boy in half and giving him purchase as he pounded, yes that was
the right word, pounded; Barrys teen `big boy' hole as I continued to move
to the spot the view between their sweating bodies opened and Barry's cock
came into view, and what a cock it was, fat, big, uncut, so fucking big!
And he was pre-cumming like a leaky tap, I watched fascinated as this
monster of a boy cock swung around in response to the battering his arse
was getting from Uncle David, globs of pre-cum flying all over splattering
him with his own betrayal, He was enjoying this!

"Here, Ian." My attention was drawn to the other end of the desk where
Uncle Ben stood next to Barry's head, Barrys head hung over the edge of the
desk, "come here", I struggled to walk round the desk to stand next to
Uncle Ben, The iron nail in my pants was making normal movement a struggle,
Uncle Ben rubbed the front of my shorts and smiled at me, taking my hand he
placed it on Barry's throat, Oh shit! I thought I can feel his dick in
Barry's throat, I could feel it, every time it sank into his throat, first
the gasping breath, then the swallowing, then I could feel it under my
hand, the head pushing through then the sharp ridge and finally the shaft,
I casually stroked his throat getting a groan from Uncle Ben. Uncle David
broke me from my thoughts, "get undressed and suck his cock for him, I
think he needs it" indicating Barry's bucking, heaving body for the first
time as I undressed my eyes locked with Barry's, lust, fear, desire,
pleading?

I moved into the mass of arms, legs, cocks, and holes grabbing his shaft I
slowly started to wank this monster, pulling the skin all the way back
exposing the sensitive bulb to the one thing it feared, my mouth, with my
mouth stretched wide I sank onto my prey like a wolf, even at full gape I
could only get the head into my mouth, so I set about it with my tongue and
lips, working the head, trying to force my tongue into his pee hole,
licking it all over like a giant gobstopper, it wasn't really much of a
challenge, the two Uncles had done the ground work, Barry was 95% primed
when I stared, I just pushed him off the cliff, even with a throat full of
cock I could hear and feel the orgasmic scream, his hips forced upwards
trying to drive his cock further into my already full mouth, his bulbous
turgid cockhead hummed in my mouth as if about to explode which about half
a second later it did.

For the next 30 seconds I hovered on the brink of death, the first shot
filled my mouth, my cheeks bulging with the huge load a second later the
second shot arrived blowing out of my nose and escaping past my lips, I
tried to pull off before the next blast but my head was trapped between
Barry's legs and Uncle David's arms the next delivery arrived whilst I
struggled, "swallow boy, swallow" I thought I am swallowing, I am, I felt
the hips rising, the shaft pulse and the next load arrive, I started
choking my arms and legs failing, again hips, again the shaft, another load
of hot teen spunk, swallow, swallow, swallow was all I though, I finally
got on top of the flow as Barry's balls gave up his full load God I loved
big boy batter, all that energy, all that virility, all that sex, given to
me, not some cheap slut female who would never value it, but me.

Slowly the pressure was off, Barry had blown his bolt and looked defeated,
I stood up and looked at him with his cum all over my face and still
coughing globs up every couple of breaths, draped over that desk I saw a
boy even more destroyed than I had been a few days previously.

In my naivety I thought that was it, but this was real sex, man sex and
these men had an entirely different plan, as Uncle David walked over and
picked me up my childish mind raced I had seen what these two men had just
done to Barry, if they do that to me I will probably die, Uncle David put
me on the desk on my hands and knees next to Barry and stood behind me
whilst Uncle Ben moved to my head, I looked at the cock in front of me and
turned my head round to check the beast behind me which if anything was
bigger, Uncle Ben took hold of my head and pulled it back round to look at
the fully grown man cock in front of me, he looked down at my cum coated
face and quite gently said "just suck it" I took hold of the proffered
offering in one hand squeezing, testing it for freshness and slowly pulling
the foreskin back took the head into my mouth and started working on it,
"look at me!" tipping my head back I looked into the smiling face of Uncle
Ben and everything felt right and as I started stroking the shaft with my
small soft hands the familiar groans and sighs confirmed I was back on
track.

Oh! fuck! suck my daddy cock, come on baby show daddy what you can do, come
on son daddy wants a new boy toy. come on boy suck that big old daddy cock,
I didn't really understand `dirty talk' back then and doubled my efforts to
try and fulfil his requests though the only though I had for the next 15
seconds was I'm sucking man cock, I'm sucking man cock, I'm sucking man
cock, I'm sucking man Urg!, A finger had just gone up my arse, probing,
searching, seeking, Found it! Shit! Uncle David had just found my whore
switch, my back arched down shoving my arse up in the air and making it
clear to all comers what was on offer, my hole grabbed the intruder as if
it would never let go and my cock jerked slapping against my pelvis, Barry
looked at me, smirked and blew me a kiss.

I would like to say for 20 minutes I sucked on that rod of flesh like a
good little boy but I couldn't, the finger up my boy chute was just to
insistent, rubbing, tweaking, playing my body like a fiddle, I lasted a
minute, if that. I fell onto my chest my body had stopped working, if Uncle
David hadn't held me I would have fallen off the desk. If Jack was a God
Uncle David was God++ by the time he had his second finger in my throbbing
boy pussy I would have tried to sit on a gate post to get release, the
third finger had my gaping arse screaming, my body thrashing around, I
looked at Barry again he was sliding up and down the desk about an inch or
two every couple of seconds, he rolled his head in my direction and
grinned, then he was gone, only to reappear 5 seconds later face down on
the desk, we looked at each other smiling.

Suddenly the beautiful fingers were gone; I was grabbed round the waist,
picked bodily off the desk and turned to face Uncle David as he sat back
onto the desk my body pulled close to his, my cock trapped between us I
felt his arm behind be lining his cock up with my wet, stretched hole.

OK Baby, sit on Daddies cock like a good boy, just like the big boys do. He
took my hands and placed then on the hottest cock I had ever felt it was
like a glowing steel bar, I felt the head touch my pucker which twitched as
if it knew what was coming, I felt his hands on my naked body, one round my
waist holding me in place the other on my shoulder as he gently applied
pressure, my body tried to bend and twist to divert the invader in my hands
away from the silken tunnel it sought. My mind raced, how do I get out of
here, I don't want this, I'm scared, I start to tear up when he kisses me,
deep, strong, forceful, commanding, my resistance crumbles, my body
un-tenses, I relax and it's in.

My hole clamps shut like a vice, he's in but were not going anywhere, I can
feel his heart beat in my hands still holding the shaft, I can feel my hole
twitching, clamped round the head of his dick like a vice, I struggle again
to get my body under control, relax, relax, I keep muttering to myself
finally I get back in the driving seat, Uncle David remains completely
still, knowing given time and soft words his prize will open up and reveal
its beauty. We rest, his cock head lodged between success and failure, as I
relax and the pain subsides my boy pussy stretches to accommodate its
invader.

Uncle David informs the world `he's in' Uncle Ben `great, I want me some of
that' I look over Uncle David's shoulder Barry is wanking like the boys
possessed, he starts praying to the oh! God of orgasms, oh! God, oh! God,
oh! God. I'm cumming I'm cumming oh shit! Urggg! I watch as he pumps hot
teen spunk across his abdomen this is followed by Uncle Ben starting his
own prayer, clearly his own deliverance prompted by Barry's man glove
working its magic around his turgid pumping boy fucker.

The sharp pain caused by the breaching my last fortress is now fading into
the mists of time and as I watch the performance I feel my body slide
slowly down onto the invader, because that is what it is, an invader has
attacked my body, conquered it, and now it just remains for it to exploit
the victory.

Progress is slow to start, the locals are still sore at losing the battle,
but the invaders know they can win them over, make them compliant even
actively participate in their own subjugation.

The cock inside me is big, its owner thank god isn't some backroom perv,
fumbling around tearing thing up and traumatising the child, he doesn't
really have any sexual interest in the body panting against his chest, he
prefers his boys older 14 or 15 but he has any number of friends and
clients who will pay good money to be where he is right now, buried up to
the balls in an eight year old arse, he smiles to himself, 3 years of work
and planning have gone into getting here, from that very first blow job 3
years ago, he has been watching, guiding, planning, scheming, and
arranging, setting Ian up with Jack was a master stroke, it confirmed he
had twisted the boy into a cock hound, a boy slut and he had a couple more
in training. He could pimp out the other boys but they were never really
willing, now he had a boy that not only wanted to be fucked he craved it,
now he just the final stamp, claiming ownership and this was going to be
fun.

He stood up with his new toy still impaled on his 9 inch cock balls deep in
Ian, it had a ring to it, he turned round and laid the boy down on the
desk, Ian smiled at him then shivered as he oh so slowly started long
dicking the 8yo in front of him laid out like a frog, legs pulled up to his
body then fallen out to the sides, he worked out exactly where the boys
prostrate was by judging his reaction every time his cockhead brushed
across it, he started to work the boy dragging his bulbous head back and
forth across his nut, after he had got the smooth lithe prepubescent body
up to speed he started varying the stroke five across the nut two deep and
hold then all the way out then work the ring and nut for a few strokes.

I was in heaven, the bulbous head running thru my tight back passage was
sending messages my brain would never forget, I would have never understood
all the talk about nuts and strokes and about stimulation. All I knew was
the cock in my bottom was scratching an itch, I needed scratched. I twisted
and contorted my small body trying to find the best spot to get the best
feelings; I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings, the cock was
driving me mad, I knew what it could do after my experience with Jack but
this one wasn't playing fair, it built me up till I though the cliff was
close and them let me roll back down the hill a ways, Then up the hill
again, Then the hands joined in, stroking my body, my legs, my arms, my
chest, my little nipples, Oh shit someone was sucking my little boy
nipples, my eyes shot open looking down to see Barry working on my boyish
nipples, rubbing my tummy, fondling my pricklett squeezing my tiny boy
balls rubbing, touching, feeling, the sensory overload was killing me,
periodically a shiver would run through my body as it tried to earth the
electricity, I twitched, shivered, thrashed around grinding on the cock
deep inside me, I was close, they all knew I was close, it just need one
more push, Barry sucked my hard nail into his warm seasoned mouth, pulling
my foreskin back and working his revenge on my hazelnut sized head, I lost
it, a hand was clamped across my mouth to stop the scream, it took all
three of them to hold me on the desk, my balls tried but failed to return
the favour to Barry but they made a valiant attempt, Uncle David came in a
spine cracking shudder, blasting rope after rope of spunk into the boy hole
that felt like a thousand fingers working every inch of his huge cock. He
had claimed his prize, he had spunked the boy, his ownership was complete.

Barry looked at Uncle David who nodded, as Uncle David pulled his rapidly
flagging cock out it was followed by a steady flow of white spunk, Barry
climbed off the table and approached the limp boy, lifted his now useless
legs onto his shoulders and entered the abused hole, he didn't really have
any technique, just friction, size and speed, the boy lay on the desk
grunting in time with the rapid hammering his hole was getting as Barry
pile drove his way to his nutting.

The two men sat looking at the show in front of them both boys grunting and
moaning in time with Barrys hammering, they knew Barry was only doing it to
spite the boy, but they also knew it wouldn't be the last time the boy was
subject to that sort of treatment. He might as well get used to it now.

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