Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2018 20:02:58 +0100
From: homeboy@nym.hush.com
Subject: Growing-up-in-care Part 8 Section Adult/Youth

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A week after the party Uncle Ben spoke with me and said the show was next
Friday, and that we would be away all night in London and he would come and
see me on Thursday to start getting ready.

In the meantime, I had a date with Peter and his 11yo boy cock, I would
like to report an exciting and horny encounter but in truth, it was a bit
of an anti-climax. Not the last time my fantasies failed to live up to
reality, his cock just wasn't big enough to work my now man sized appetites
and he didn't have any technique at all.

After that disappointment, I was looking forward to my trip to London with
Uncle Ben. So Thursday rolled round and all the `preparation' consisted of
was me drinking a big glass of fizzy water, I had never heard the word
laxative before, but by Friday morning it was working its magic and with
the help of Uncle Ben and the douching hose by the afternoon there was
nothing left inside me but memories and air.

Uncle Ben helped me dress in a cub scout uniform, it wasn't mine,
everything was wrong, the wrong troop, this one had more badges than mine
and the shorts were to tight, Uncle Ben simply smiled and said I looked hot
and collecting extra M&S tightie whities we went down to the car to travel
to London. I'm sure it was a fascinating trip, but never having been a good
traveller I spent most of the trip feeling sick and trying not to throw up,
by the time we got to our destination in London it was early evening and
the lights and bustle distracted me enough to recover a bit. Uncle Ben took
me by the hand and walking through the crowd we slipped down a side alley
and in through a door into a short corridor and then a small room with some
chairs and a sofa Uncle Ben motioned me to sit and pulled a chair up.

OK Ian, listen, we are going to play a game OK? I nod in agreement. Shortly
we will be going into the next room and I'm going to pretend to have a
fight with you them I'm going to undress you and fuck you. OK? Now I want
you to scream a lot and struggle lots OK? Also you need to pretend you
don't want to do it OK? His constant need for me to confirm the game was a
bit strange, this was a game I had played with other boys just a few weeks
before. When I told Uncle Ben this he just laughed and said, OK, just
pretend again.

Five minutes later, we are called and Uncle Ben had to carry a kicking and
screaming Cub Scout into the room. It was a bare room with a mattress on a
base in the middle of the room and windows all round, I could vaguely see
people behind the darkened glass as I was slapped across the face and
snapped back to the game, `NO! NO! let me go' I shouted `shut up boy' then
he throws me on the mattress and follows me down, pinning me by my throat,
I throw my body around trying to kick out at him but he is just way to
strong and big for me, but we make a bit of a show of it. At one point, I
accidently catch him with a punch and get a slap across my face, which
brings real tears to my eyes and starts a short case of the sniffles. Using
his size and weight, he soon has me under control and starts undressing
me. My black `tracker' shoes and my knee length grey sock complete with my
green tagged garters are first to go and he spends a few minutes running
his hands up and down my legs occasionally running up the legs of my
shorts, I kick out again accompanied with some more `please, please no!
Don't! Stop!

Grabbing my arms he flips me over onto my tummy and using my neckerchief
ties my hands behind my back then grabbing my shorts by the back of the
waist band he pulls then down to my knees then grabs a hand full of sweet
8yo arse and roughs it up a bit. All the time I'm begging and pleading,
`No, please!' I manage to grab the waistband of my shorts and try to pull
them back up and get another slap for my trouble. Finally he has had enough
of my games and putting his hand round the throat he squeezes until I can't
breathe and hisses in my face `Just do what you are fucking told boy!' I
nod my head and relax my body, as he releases his hold I say `Please don't
hurt me, I'll do what you want, just don't hurt me please.' Now he has me
compliant getting the rest of my clothes off is simple, the green Cub Scout
jumper is next pulled over my head to expose my upper body, he latches onto
my nipples and sucks them both until they stand out like door handles and
I'm moaning like a cheap whore. Mean time his hand has found its way down
the front of my pants and is working my cock up to its `impressive' 3
inches. After working my boner up to its best be pulls my pants off
exposing my now completely naked body to both himself and our viewers, who
are no doubt wanking themselves into a lather, or the lucky ones are being
sucked off. Somewhere in amongst all this he had lost most of his own
clothes as well.

I don't know where this is going next so I let Uncle Ben lead and clearly
the paying viewers are expecting a bit of oral action and I'm presented
with a fully hard man cock `for the first time ever'. Playing the coy,
inexperienced young boy wasn't something that was new to me, it was one of
my best seduction techniques. So faking my first blowjob wasn't that hard,
I even got a slap for biting him, but of course we weren't really trying
because the main course was yet to cum.

Eventually we got to the main course (meat and two veg, as they say); Uncle
Ben has me on my knees on the edge of the bed with my face in the mattress
and my hands tied behind my back, he kneels behind me and starts rimming
me. Now I'm a cock-hound of the worse sort and if you really want to get my
motor running rimming is the way to go. `untie me' I'm whispering to him,
but he's not hearing me `please sir, please sir untie me it's hurting' I
know he's heard me because he surfaces to untie me but I don't think he
understands, tied up I'm the victim, untied on all fours I'm a victim he
can convert into a participant.

Whilst he is up, he decides the time has come and using the spit from the
rimming and a dollop of the good old medical lube. I feel his cockhead
touch my ring and I tighten up, he pushes and gets nowhere, I'm shut tight,
he tries again, still nothing, he slaps my arse hard, `relax boy' as he
pushes again I relax letting him in slowly until he is lodged in my
ring. when I lock him up again whilst putting on an award winning show of a
boy being deflowered for the first time, pulling faces, howling in fake
pain, looking back over my shoulder to see what is happening ` please,
don't! Stop! For the next five minutes we play a game of, he is breaking
virgin ground and I beg him to take it out, and shiver and buck as he goes
deep, `Please Don't! Stop!'

We sort of reached a stumbling block at this point, I wanted a damm good
fucking after all the work I put in getting here, he wants to give me the
fucking of a lifetime because it's the first time after watching me grow up
for nearly 5 years that he has got inside my guts. We try our best and
probably maintain the fiction for a few minutes. I know they cant see
anything but inside I'm working his cock like a whore, tiny hip and pelvis
movements feel like whole new strokes, tightening my ring and contracting
my guts all working his cock as he draws it back and forth through my guts.

I'm relying on Uncle Ben here, we both want to take this from where we are
to where we want to be and it's really all down to him to convince the
audience he's broken my resistance and converted me to a willing
participant. No easy task, to what is probably a quite jaded audience, but
he going to give it his best, the goal is to make me cum against my will
without overt stimulation, were talking 100% prostrate orgasm on an
unwilling 8yo boy.

He turns me over and trapping me between the bed and his body with my thin
legs sticking up in the air he leans in and whispers in my ear, `stop
trying, just lay back and let me do it, OK?' `OK.' Almost running from a
reset, I totally switch off, my body goes limp and I look anywhere but at
him. What they see is a boy now resigned to his fate, who has zoned out
into a safe space, this now looks exactly like what they were paying for a
real live rape of an 8yo cub scout.

Uncle Ben starts slow and long, working the full length of my chute,
pulling completely out and re-entering, working my outer ring with his head
running the ridge round my hole, he's working my hole good, even hitting my
nut on a regular basis but my arse is dead. The only sounds I make are
those he forces out of me, grunts when he hits bottom and withdraws and
penetrates my boy hole and of course the occasional moan when he works my
nut hard. After 5 minutes, he moves the focus of his attention to my nut
and starts seriously working on it, drawing moans from my still inert
body. At one point he jams my cubs cap back on my head, `whose my little
wolf cub now boy?' I understand what he's doing, reminding them of who I
am, by now he is working my nut flat out and my moans are almost continues,
`Please don't! Stop it!' I grab my cap and clutch it to my chest, like a
shield, he rips it from my hands and his rough hands start rubbing my chest
before latching onto my little boy nubs and starts a second avenue of
attack, my nipples respond as expected and the second front is
established. By now, his fucking has reached fever pitch, my body is
responding as nature intended, bucking and trembling as the assault on my
arse continued. Uncle Ben is working up a storm inside my body and it's
about to break, I can almost feel the veins on his cock as it works every
tiny little part of my bottom boys love tunnel, `Please don't... stop.'
`What?' `Please... don't stop' 'Please, please, please don't stop' please,
Oh! Daddy!, Daddy! Please Daddy fuck me, Daddy fuck me daddy, fuck me Daddy
urg! Urg! Oh Daddy! Oh! God, Oh! God. As I come I scream `DADDY! Oh! GOD!
DADDY!!!' unloading the biggest load into my own face, my arse goes into
spasm doing its thing in time with me pumping fresh boy cum out onto my
sweaty tummy. Uncle Ben joins me riding the beast with two backs, his thick
manhood claiming at last its prize, but to my dismay, he whips his cock out
leaving me cold and empty as he wastes his seed, spraying it across my cock
and balls, finally shaking off the last few drops onto my tummy.

Suddenly the lights go out and I feel Uncle Ben fall onto the bed next to
me. `That was fucking brilliant Ian, I really enjoyed that, thank you' and
then he kissed me, a deep proper lovers kiss, a shared kiss between equals,
my heart swelled like it was about to bust and for about the first time I
can remember I properly feel in love, I would die for this man, I would
walk to the ends of the earth, he could ask me anything and I would do
it. What he asked of me that night was another three performances on the
hour for the rest of the night. Another man took his place for the second
and last `show' a young fit bottom boy can recover quickly, but men are but
poor souls whose performance although impressive is just so restricted.
Apart from a change of pants, its back on with the cub scouts uniform and
pretty much a rerun. The other guy likes to stuff my Y fronts in my mouth
whilst he fucks me, but for my money the men who paid for the first show
got more than their monies worth and show three was a battle for ownership
of my body, I lost, but willingly.

After we are done Uncle Ben spends some time with the owners of the club
whilst I sleep in the dressing room, I wake up again in the car on the way
home, I climb into the front and lay down resting my head on Uncle Bens lap
and doze off again. The next time I wake up is to the Hurley burly of the
morning routine of a children's home where nothing had happened. I see
Uncle Ben at breakfast and we smile at each other as he rubs his young sons
hair, Jay is 11yo and as the child of a staff member has special status
above the residence, there is a younger brother Ben jnr. Who is 7, I wonder
idly if the whole `Daddy' thing last night had some deeper meaning?

A day or two later Uncle Ben tells me he has a special job for me next
week. He says as I put on such a good show in London this should not be a
difficult job, but that I will have to do this one alone.



Thank you to the friends & readers who have expressed an interest in my
recollections mixed with a little fantasy, I hope you enjoyed reading them
I certainly enjoyed living them.


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