Date: Sat, 07 Apr 2018 22:51:12 +0100
From: homeboy@nym.hush.com
Subject: Growing-up-in-care Part 4 Section Adult/Youth

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We were woken the next morning by Uncle Phil, Uncle Phil was a gap year
student from university, there were always a few of them around getting
hands on experience and the home got cheap labour, Uncle Phil raised an
smile when he saw me and Colin sharing a bed and an eye brow when he saw
our nakedness and proud little boy morning wood.

After our normal morning routine it was off to school for the day although
I was distracted by the thoughts of the coming night and the nail in my
grey button fly flannel school shorts, apart from the shorts I wore grey
knee length socks topped off with a crisp white shirt and school tie. No
wonder they warned us about strange men I was fucking almost edible.

But that day I avoided predation and after tea settled in for some playtime
with the kids my age, when I heard my dorm was going to a party that night,
so rushing off to our room I find my four friends already stripping whilst
Aunty Ann (Uncle David's wife) fussed around laying out clothes for the
other boys, a scout uniform, school uniform, a girls dress and a pair of
speedo type trunks, `it's a fancy dress party' was offered by way of an
explanation, but? But? `Sorry little one, this is just big boys
tonight'. OK boys time to get your butts washed, off you go! Aunty Ann
pushed the boys out towards the bathroom, paused, turned round and beckoned
for me to follow. 'lose the clothes first Ian' throwing off what little I
had on as I ran, leaving a trail of shirt, shorts, pants and socks.

Arriving at the bathroom I found Colin, Jack and Mike running round the
room with Freddie bent over a chair as Uncle Ben put a hose up his bottom
and squirted some water up his butt, Colin sort of groaned, held his
stomach ran for the toilet and sighed as I heard the splashes and squeals
as the other boys all ran for the nearest free toilet. Uncle Ben motioned
me over, `bend over then' I did as instructed and received my squirt of
warm water; I had never felt so full. `Squeeze your butt real tight and see
how long you can hold it in' struggle as I might my twitching guts forced
little dribbles of water past my ring as I desperately searched for a free
stall, Mike got up off his bowl and I almost knocked him flying in my dash
for safety, I didn't even have my bottom on the seat when my internals won
and I felt the water and shit run out of my arse to much relief from me and
laughing from the others. It's called douching said Uncle Ben, we always do
it before parties, `but I'm not going to the party' `Never mind, you can
have our own little party here'.

After another round of douching we were all dried off and everyone got
dressed, James as a boy scout in his uniform, Mike put on his school
uniform, Colin got the swimming costume and Freddie the dress, all looked
really hot but Freddie in a blue gingham summer dress with white ankle
socks and super tight silky white panties and a blonde wig was to die for.

As the boys made their way off to their party I got dressed and made my way
down stairs for my pre bed milky drink after that Aunty Joan took me up to
bed and as she opened the door to my bedroom I felt her put her hand in the
small of my back and gently push me into the room `Your party is inside' as
the door clicked shut I looked up, Uncle Phil! Uncle Phil was my party,
shit, HOT or what?

Uncle Phil was tall over 6ft about 18yo as he stood there completely naked
my eyes slowly walked down his body, his hair was as black as coal, his
soft smooth face was to die for, his chest, smooth and muscled with every
individual muscle clearly defined, his cock was already chubbed up and
looked to be about seven inches long and of average girth, circumcised with
a ridge like a doorstep, but the overriding factor about Uncle Phil that
turned my small nail into a compass needle, made my manhole wet and my
heart flutter was Uncle Phil was black, ever since that first night with
Peter black men had featured in my fantasies, being taken by a man of
colour, surrendering to their power, black men deserved my body, they had
the right, I could refuse them nothing.

I walked towards this Adonis, reached out with my hand touched his member
and felt the power in the fleshy rod in my hand, the power it had over me,
the power it could give me, my need was red hot like a fire and only by
consuming its heat could I survive. `Wow! Hang on there little man, what's
the rush, we have all night' reaching down he picked me up like a leaf,
pulled me into his body where I could feel each movement as his muscled
chest moved against my skinny body, I locked my legs around his slim waist
and as he carried me to a couple of mattresses he had pulled off the beds
and laid me down as our lips joined, I could taste his tooth paste, feel
his hot breath as his tongue ran over my teeth, explored my cheek pouches,
found my tongue, over powered it in an instant and claimed his first
victory of many that night.

After 5 minutes of oral domination he released me. `stand up boy!' I stood
somewhat unsteadily on the mattresses, `on the floor boy!' I moved to
steadier ground as he inspected his possession his hands wandered up under
my shirt, touching, stroking, seeking, finding, pinching, rolling pushing
my shirt up exposing my weak pale body to his gaze, continuing up into my
armpits pushing my arms above my head running his strong hands up my arms
until my shirt was up and off. He leant forward moving his mouth close to
my ear, so close I could feel his breath on my ear.

`I'm going to fuck your arse boy; I'm going to fuck you so fucking hard
bitch, I'm going to break you in two you little shit faggot, I'm going to
break you boy, break you!'

I'm sort of confused; I'm still a bit sketchy on `dirty talk' and try to
understand his words as real events. His hands mean time have slid down my
flanks and paused at the waist band of my shorts waiting for just the right
moment, I lick my lips and swallow and slowly my shorts are pulled down
exposing my tight brilliant white underpants with the clear evidence of my
arousal on display my cocklette creating a small tent, crowned with a small
damp spot indicating my desire.

Phil pulls me towards him crushing my body against his chest, trapping my
arms by my sides with his left arm completely surrounding my body and
arms. His right-hand meanwhile has moved from the small of my back down
between my skin and the elastic waistband of my pants spreading out to hold
both checks of my arse apart as his middle finger just drives straight down
the crack between the two peach like globes lubricated by my own need and
lust until it encounters the top edge of my manhole which tightens in
response, unfazed he seeks my hole and hooks his finger in the entrance and
pushes into the second knuckle. `Kiss me boy!' I offer my mouth and he
resumes his passion only now he is controlling both my holes and my knees
are weak but he holds me tight and upright as he loosens me up for his
cock.

Pulling his finger out of my manhole he sniffs it `Clean, well done boy!' I
swell with pride, he releases me from his almost crushing grip and orders
me to step back and turn round and put my hands behind my back, I feel him
moving about on the mattresses then feel a piece of rope being tied round
my wrists, I'm ordered to turn around again and stand looking at the man
who now has me at his mercy.

I'm not scared because I don't know I should be, the next thing I know I'm
on my back on the mattress, a strong hand at my throat the other ripping my
knickers off, balling them up and stuffing them in my mouth, my eyes bulge
as I try to breath he releases the choking grip on my throat grabs my
shoulder flips me over places a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes
me into the mattress, with his free hand he slaps my arse, wipes a handful
of lube between my beautiful sweet hand size globes, roughly inserts a
finger spreading the lube around, lines his cock up and crashes into my
body. I scream uselessly into my knickers as he pounds my arse, `You
fucking cock teasing little bitch' You fucking whore I'm going to rip you a
new arsehole boy!' I thrash around helplessly, my small body buckling at
the waist as his hips drive my arse up the mattress and the pressure of his
hand keep my chest pinned down. He keeps this up for ten minutes, I can't
move, I can't make a sound beyond muffled grunts `Look at you? Your fucking
slut' he slaps my arse hard leaving a hand print still visible the next
day.  The hand crushing my chest and making even breathing a problem,
releases me, I struggle to grab a full breath through my nose as his body
drop down onto me, with his cock buried up my arse my head is under his
chest and I can only breath by turning my head sideways, the almost
mechanical pistoning of his cock through my guts is driving me wild, I can
feel the step ridge between the shaft and the head of his cock and it feels
like it is ripping me that new hole he promised. My mind is racing, fear is
my companion, my breathing is ragged, my heart racing, my prostrate is
singing, my anal muscles are vibrating, I remember my training and tighten
my ring. `Ah! You fucking slut! Take it bitch! Come on baby daddy needs to
cum!' I clamp down with all my might and it starts, I can feel my ring
spasm, my anal canal tighten and relax in time to the spunk being pump out
of my body, ` Oh! Shit, shit, shit I'm Cumming. Then I realize I'm cumming
in time with his thrust, I'm not making him cum, he's making me cum!

As I come down of my orgasmic high I realize he is still going, power
fucking my butt as fast as ever, as deep as before, `yer! Fucking sweet!'
smack! A hand whacks my butt. `Tighten up bitch!' I try my best, the
constant pounding is wrecking my body, and his weight is preventing me
breathing properly. Suddenly he's gone, his weight is gone, I feel empty,
and then he rolls me again onto my back lifts my legs to expose my manhole
my feet are on his chest, he leans onto me and my legs buckle folding my
body further up my back raising my exposed boy hole, he pins my upper arms
to the mattress slides his stiff black cock into my now reddened arse, the
assault resumes but now he is looking down into my face, he spits in my
face, `open your mouth cunt!' He spits in my mouth, the change of position
has moved my prostrate into the direct line of fire and now his entire
shaft is stimulating my nut, I can feel it rising, I'm going to cum again,
he grabs my head and forces me to look to my left, it takes me a second to
understand what I can see, then it comes into focus it's a mirror, someone
has put a mirror on the floor and I'm watching Uncle Phil fuck me, the
contrast between his dark ebony skin and my small pale body is only
accentuated by seeing his manhood disappear into my body. I watch
transfixed, the muscles in his back flexing and the lithe movement of his
body is doing funny things to my mind, I want to cum again, I want him to
cum.

I start working his cock again, tightening and relaxing in time with his
strokes angling my chute for maximum stimulation `That's it boy work that
man cock', I look up at his face, all the action has taken its toll, he is
drenched in sweat, his eyes are glazed and his breath is deep and ragged, I
look back to the mirror and watch this beautiful black god drive himself to
destruction to please me, I understand he is doing this for me, not for
himself, I clamp down again, tight, hold it tight, hold it, yes, yes, here
it comes, Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh shit! urrrrrgggg! Were there, together we cum
I watch his orgasm in the mirror, I watch him suffer for me his body
convulsing as I feel the warmth and love and sex spill into my guts from
his heart, he collapses onto me defeated for now, I lie still feeling his
cock give sudden random jerks and twitches as it slowly deflates within me,
eventually he rolls off me and his breaths slows, Uncle Phil? Yes Ian? Can
you untie me please?

After releasing my hands we snuggle together under some blankets and spoon
whilst we both recover, a couple of hours later Uncle Phil wakes me by
rubbing my arse cheeks and gently probing my manhole with his stiffen
weapon, I shuffle backwards into his body, `hello lover' as I roll over to
see my lover, my Master, my God the gentle rattle of chain on metal draws
my attention to the handcuffs I'm now wearing, I smile at Uncle Phil. `Have
I been a naughty boy?''Not yet, but there'd plenty of time'.

`Have you ever ridden a man Ian?''Like a horse?' `Well sort of, let me show
you' Uncle Phil rolled onto his back, for the first time he was laying
exposed to me in all his teen African heritage and Oh it was impressive, I
couldn't resist touching him running my small hands all over his body from
his beautiful ebony feet up his muscular legs over his hips up the flanks
into his armpits into his hair down over his face, tracing his features
across his chest over the six pack and into his pubis feeling the weight of
his balls heavy even after our recent mating I rubbed his cock, holding the
shaft between my hands moving forward until my head dipped down, my mouth
opened and I took his glory unto myself kissing the head, licking and
sucking the glans running my lips under the neck as I nibble the tiny
sensitive hole.

This was dangerous territory, for me to be entering as I worked out over
the next 2 hours, an aroused Uncle Phil was a sexual beast and an aroused
Uncle Phil was a monster and I had woken the beast again, grabbing me by my
hair Uncle Phil forced my head down onto his shaft, with my hands flat on
the floor I resisted ineffectively struggled against him as my head and
mouth being used like a living breathing cock glove as he masturbated with
my head. Dragging me by the hair I was pulled up to face my Master. `You
want my cock boy?' `Please sir, you're hurting me' I don't know if it was
my pleading tone or the use of the word hurting but he eased back on the
aggression, but still lifted me bodily up and put me down on top of himself
with one leg either side of his waist, I could feel his cock resting in the
crack of my arse, `lift up boy' I flexed my knees and felt his cock head
trail down my crack until with a little pop it dropped into my socket and
sat waiting at the entrance to my body. `OK boy sit down on it, take your
time boy, nice and slow'.

With my manacled hand in the middle of his chest, my knees either side of
his body and his cock knocking at the door, I followed his instruction,
slowly lowering my weight down until my hole opened and the large dark head
slid into my entrance, `Stop!' I froze with the head lodged in my entrance
`Don't move' Uncle Phil held my hips still as he rotated his hips moving
his cock just enough to run the thick heavy ridge in and out of my hole
delivering the most intense sensations to my ring, `OK boy, now I want you
to lift up and down so my cockhead goes in and out. Understand?' `Yes
Sir'. Following his instructions I raised my body up and down, slowly
getting faster as my arse dictated but even through my own lust I could see
what I was doing to him, after less than 5 minutes of this I'm gagging
`STOP! STOP! Remember that, men like it a lot' `Now slowly sit all the way
down until you can't go any further' I started to reply when he holds a
finger to my lips `Don't speak anymore, just do what I say' I nod my head
in agreement and before starting my descent I turn to look in the mirror
and watch fascinated as the rich dark meaty pole vanishes into my body but
at the same time feeling the same pole stretching you open, reaching into
you. Bottoming out I sit with my full weight on my arse cheeks, `Pull your
arse cheeks apart' I do as I'm told and sink a further half an inch
groaning as he reaches into me that bit further. Then Phil puts his hands
on the front of my thighs and pushes down then rotating his hips pushes
even more cock into me, I wince and tense, holding me in place he spends 10
minutes moving just them deepest two inches working my deepest muscles
sending wave after wave of deep pulses of love through my core. `Right now
you boy, use all your hole, the end, deep and the shaft, mix it up so I
don't know what you're going to do next, OK?'

At 8 years old, with my hands cuffed, naked on my bedroom floor, sitting on
the meaty 7 inch cock of a black 18yo student. I rode my first dick, I
worked that cock like a trooper, long and slow then working the head for a
dozen seconds, as his body responded to my warm tight gut creating
sensations he could barely control he felt his nut building `fuck this kid
is good for his age' he though.

I drop down on his pelvis like a bag of sand, bouncing up like I had
springs in my arse and all the time watching his face contort and grin
feeling my own body dragging some else up that hill, leading them to the
cliff edge, but it's all too much for Uncle Phil knowing his climax was
just a matter of time he took control holding my hips he started a series
of almost violent deep strong penetrations before letting go of his body,
spraying the warm dark bowel with his seed, the boy didn't cum but we don't
always get what we want and no doubt most of David's customers won't be as
considerate anyway.

After we recover and I clean him up we lie together and talk long into the
night of pleasures zone, how a man's body is designed to fuck, about the
Greeks and man boy love He teaches me about stimulation and how to tell
when men are about to cum and how to stop them he teaches me I should take
pleasure and give pleasure, he teaches me my body is something to share and
enjoy.

I can't wait till tomorrow for round two, Freddie is in for a surprise.

Thank you to the friends who have expressed an interest in my recollections
mixed with a little fantasy


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