Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2018 22:57:36 +0100
From: homeboy@nym.hush.com
Subject: Growing-up-in-care Part 9 Section Adult/Youth

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A couple of weeks later just before my ninth birthday Uncle Ben told me the
special job was coming up the next weekend after a bit of a delay.

On the Friday, Uncle Ben told me he would meet me after school by the main
gate. As three o'clock rolled, around I started to get a sort of nervous
tension not knowing what to expect and knowing I would be alone somewhere
with people I didn't know, who didn't know me, they might kill me, they
might be those people they warned you about at school. The irony of course
was I lived with the people they warned you about at school, I was probably
safer walking the streets.

As three o'clock arrives, I walked out of the school gate in my slightly
grubby uniform, the home were very through with things like school uniform,
and we wore exactly what `the dress code' said. From top to bottom, school
cap, black blazer, white shirt with a black and silver striped tie. Grey
shorts with an elasticated snake `S' belt, white `Y' fronts, grey knee sock
(with elastic garters) which I was always losing all bottomed of with plain
black school shoes, and just the final indignity to make us stand out like
sore thumbs a brown leather satchel, a pupil straight out of the box.

Outside I spotted Uncle Ben waiting by his car and started towards him. As
I got closer, he saw me and walked towards me and taking my hand leads me
up the road a little way to a telephone box. `OK, soon a nice man will be
coming to pick you up, I want you to go with him and do what he wants, he
will call you Danny, or Dan and you must call him Daddy, you got that all?
Yes sir, OK, I will come and pick you up Sunday at teatime. Ian? Yes sir,
`If he gets lost, show him the way.


As he spoke a red Morris pulled up and a man got out and spoke briefly with
Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben handed me a small overnight bag, took my satchel,
ruffled my hair, just like I remember him ruffling Jay's. OK Danny off you
go.  With that daddy opened, the car door and I got in; the dive to
wherever we went was quite short and the conversation a bit sparse. He
asked about my day at school and I responded with a few vague mutterings
about drawing and sums, then turning down a quiet side road we pulled into
a drive way and stopped in front of a wooden set of garage doors, he told
me to `hop out' as he open the doors and put the car away. That seemed
somewhat final to me, this is it, this is where it is going to happen, the
crime scene, `The child's body was found'..

Using my shoulder as a sort of steering control I was directed towards the
back door, once we entered there was a brief tour of the house which was
very strange `and this Danny is your bedroom', a guided tour of my own
home! Um! OK son time for you to get changed, I've put your clothes out on
the bed for you, OK Daddy. Whilst `daddy' makes his way downstairs I look
around the room, Nice, lots of toys, a nice bed with some clothes laid out,
I was expecting something sexy, but no, just normal boys play clothes,
shorts, T shirt, not mine but they fitted, maybe a bit big but wearable,
after dressing I made my way downstairs again to find daddy.  Daddy was in
the kitchen cooking some fish fingers and chips. A good move, the best was
to a boys heart is via his stomach and as the food and milk flowed we both
unwound and the tension flowed out of the room. As we both relaxed, after
dinner, it was playtime and we built an Airfix model plane, and then
watched some TV. It was all getting way to nice and I did sort of start to
almost pine for what I was missing growing up in the home, but snuggling
down with daddy soon drove that feeling away and around seven o'clock daddy
sent me up for a bath. Opening the washing bag Uncle Ben gave me I find
everything the traveller might need, toothbrush & paste, soap, washcloth,
small douching kit and a tube of lube, naked again and nothing
happened. Done and douched, dressed in Danny's dark blue pyjamas with
rockets and stars on with a traditional cotton dressing gown and
slippers. I go back down stairs for a milky drink, a peck on the cheek and
off to bed.  Being the inquisitive kid I was, before turning in for the
night I had a rummage round the room, opening a draw on the bedside table I
saw a photo of my host. With a woman, clearly his wife because how else
could they have a son, a son my age, a son at my school, a son who wasn't a
million miles from me, he looked about my age, build, hair! I sat on the
edge of the bed staring at the picture trying to work out what the fuck was
going on. As I sat there thinking I heard steps on the stairs so putting
the picture back I closed the draw and throwing the dressing gown on the
end of the bed and losing the slippers I jumped into bed just as the door
opened. Daddy walked in looked around and picking up the dressing gown hung
it on the back of the door, tidied up my clothes and after adjusting the
covers kissed me on the forehead and after wishing me good night left
turning the light off and closing the door behind him.

I lay in bed thinking about what the hell is going on, I knew Danny, he was
in my class at school, Hell I even think I sucked his wiener once, This was
all getting to freaky and I'm running escape plans through my head, but
boys are boys and weariness over came fear as quickly as a summer shower. I
came here expecting to be seduced and over the next 15 minutes, I was, by
the soft mattress, the clean sheets and the pillows like
marshmallows. Seduced into the world of sleep and dreams.

When I woke it was dark. my senses on high alert, I wasn't `The best little
whore in Texas' for nothing, I could smell desire, lust, need at 50 yards,
the room stank of it, it also felt different, smaller, there was someone in
the room with me, Rule 47b of being molested, stay asleep and let them make
the first move. Most child molesters are nervous and we don't want to scare
them off do we. After about 5 minutes, I felt the bed moving as it adjusted
to daddy sitting down level with my hips. Another 5 minutes and the cover
are lifted and my `sleeping' pyjama clad butt is available to touch and rub
another 5 minutes passes and I'm getting cold and bored, by now I have
worked out what is going on. Daddy really wants to molest his son Danny,
but is scared shitless he will be caught, so whilst Danny is away he's
brought in a substitute. Judging by the snail pace of this seduction even
if young Danny is looking for a bottom full of Daddy cock it's never going
to happen. Thinking that if someone doesn't make a move soon no one is
going to get anything, I reach out roll over and scratching my balls mummer
a noise, one that could easily be mistaken for `daddy'

Lying on the bed with daddy sitting right next to the open vent on my, well
Danny's pyjamas I think of every sexy thing I can and pretty soon `the worm
stirs'. If this is going to go anywhere I have to get him to touch me
somewhere intimate, but he has to do it. 5 minutes, 10 minutes and then I
feel his hand on my hip about an inch from my hard cock, he has to be able
to see it, I'm silently willing him on, come on, you're nearly there, once
you make the first step I can lead you, but you have to commit.

I know he wants to, so breaking my own rules I roll into him dropping my
hard 3-inch boy nail onto the back of his hand. The next move is his and at
last, he takes it.  I feel the back of his hand rubbing my cock, slow and
small at first but as his confidence grows he takes hold of my little boy
dick in his hand and starts wanking me properly. I stretch and moan moving
my arms above my head pulling the pyjama top with me exposing my mid-riff,
now only a single popper stands between him fully exposing me and failure
after a minute he takes the offer and with a snap he has undone my pyjamas
bottoms and exposed my cock so he can wank me better. Bingo! Full house,
another pervert is born. Now all that remains is to get his spunk delivered
into my arse and that is where a side of Danny he has never seen before
comes out.

I move my hand down and rest it on his wrist, he starts to pull away but I
hold him firm, the message is clear I know what you're doing and don't
stop. Daddy? Yes Danny? That fells nice daddy. He reaches forward with his
free hand and turns on the bedside lamp, from the low light I can see him
at last. He is wearing just his pyjama bottoms and through the vent I can
see the glistening head of a very stiff cock, scanning up his body he has a
light covering of hair across his chest and down his arms, looking into his
face I see a mixture of lust, desire, love and fear. This man so wants to
make love to his son it's almost killing him, but the fear of it going
wrong and him losing him forever is blocking him ever expressing his love
in the way he wants to. So am I a substitute or, a test bed?

We remain like this for about a minute, frozen like rabbits in the
headlights. Then Uncle Bens parting words come back to me `If he gets lost,
show him the way.' `Daddy, kiss me.' Almost on autopilot, he leans forward
to kiss me on the cheek. As he moves in I turn to offer my lips, he
hesitates for a second then our lips touch, I feel his mouth open and his
tongue gently probing and I open my mouth in response and he enters,
cautious, ready to flee at the first sign of danger or rejection. raising
my hand I rest it on his hip feeling the warmth and strong flank muscle of
a prime male, probable about 30 years old, looks after himself, as I size
up my prospective lover his kissing gets more urgent and deeper, I respond
in kind, urgent, wanting, ready.

My hand moves towards the vent on his pyjamas and finding the entrance I
reach inside brushing against a cock head literally dripping with precum,
he shivers at my touch and grinds my lips with his crushing my lips against
my teeth, this is hurting so I pull back and he retreats almost as if
shocked by an electric fence. `I'm sorry! I did mean it, pleas...' I put my
finger on his lips, `shush! We have all night daddy'. I re-engaged with his
mouth, intertwining our tongues and nibbling on his tongue and lips for a
couple of minutes, before surfacing for air, whilst he helps me off with my
top he strokes every inch of my upper body, feeling every square inch as if
he needs to check this is really happening to him. Daddy? Yes Danny, we
need more room Daddy. He looks around sizing up the available options, and
then as if struck by the theory of gravity a bulb goes off in his
head. Picking me (or Danny) up bodily from my single boy's bed, he carries
me out and across the landing, and as if introducing his new bride to the
bedchamber he carries me into the room and deposits me gently on the
marital bed.  During the journey, I had shuck off my pyjama bottoms and the
boy he put down is naked, willing and ready to consummate the
marriage. With a show of pride he lowers his pyjama bottoms showing me his
tight trimmed pubes, framing a nice tight cock of fairly standard
proportions, the head still showing signs of the earlier excitement,
kicking off the final connection with his former life he climbs onto the
bed to join me.

I guide him to lie down on his back and lying next to him like husband and
wife, I start to re-kindle the fires he was showing earlier but in a more
measured way, kissing his eyes, his nose, cheeks. I finally find his mouth
and he responds, we lay together just kissing and touching each other's
bodies. Nowhere is off limits, and I feel his hands on my hips, my butt
cheeks, squeezing, kneading. I can feel the need in him, the urgency, but
he is holding himself in check, like a new husband desperate to de-flower
his virgin bride but scared he might frighten her off if she sees the depth
of his need to breed, his animalistic passion, caged and violent.

 Breaking our kiss, I slide down his body, nuzzling at his neck briefly,
moving down to his chest I engage with his dark prominent nipples. He
judders and moans as I nurse at his breast sucking and nibbling turning his
moans into an almost continues purr, like a contented cat. My hand
meanwhile had slowly worked its way down his tummy and following the
treasure trail had found his cock, or more correctly found a puddle of
precum, if this was any sign of things to come this was going to be a full
load and I mentally decided we both deserved to experience the full flavour
of a breeding. After drawing his pap's into something resembling doorknobs,
I descended further into the upcoming festival of depravity, after reaching
his inny belly button rub my face in the wetness there and I lick out the
nectar of his precum and turn to face him showing him my face and mouth
covered in his precum. He reaches down and as he cups my face in his hands
I turn away from him and engulf the deep purple head directly in my path,
his hands already on my head grip down hard, his deep guttural moan reminds
me of how close I am to a man of passion.

Without a word, power is seamlessly passed from boy to man as his hands
take control of my head guiding, directing controlling the depth, the
speed, the passion, this is a man who is now fully engaged in the moment,
this is now about sex, man sex, his sex. He is going to breed with his mate
and he has waited far too long to do this. The room is electric, I sense
this is the first time this room has seen sexuality in many years, and this
marital bed has been devoid of physical love for many years about 9 years 9
months if I'm any judge and this weekend the drought will be
broken. Reaching up I release his hands from my head, and sliding up his
body I roll on top of his body. Reaching for his face I bow my head and
kiss his mouth, passionately, driving my tongue deeply into his mouth,
tasting mint and lust, allowing him to taste his own cock and precum,
breaking the kiss. I push myself upright off his chest and backing up I
line his 6 inch thick cock with my arsehole and sink down the full length
in one smooth motion coming to rest impaled on his dick. I sit there
looking at his face, it was like seeing a man meeting a long lost brother
he hadn't seen for 10 years. he just wanted to get reacquainted for a
while, I tighten my ring giving him a squeeze and rotated my hips slowly
for a minute then rose up until his head was in that nice pocket I pivoted
my hips working his head. We both knew this couldn't last, he had too much
time to make up, the last time this man had sex was when I was conceived,
well when Danny was conceived,

Taking a deep breath in full awareness of what was to come, I spoke
`Daddy?' he looked at me, deep into my eyes, as if he was locking
souls. `Daddy, do you love me Daddy?' `Oh son, I love you so much, Danny, I
love you like, like..' `Show me Daddy!'

The cock in my arse started moving, slowly at first, as if re-acquainting
the joints and muscles with the movements, reminding his body of its
purpose, to breed, to fuck, to dominate to impregnate, to seed its mate. It
was a man reawakened and I was the object he had chosen to use for his
rebirth. I looked down from my position on top, observed the sheer bliss on
his face, every movement was luxury, I felt every movement of his cock
inside me as I massaged his passion, working his hardness to give him every
pleasure I could.

We both knew this couldn't last, a man needs to possess his mate, to own
them, to breed them and for that a man needs to be on top. Pulling my body
down towards his chest and mouth to his neck, I kissed him below his ear
and nibbled at his shoulder. Rolling over he took us both with him and with
a bit of adjustment I locked my legs round his waist and pulled him into
me, I felt him getting his position right and then he took me. Pulling
back, he drove himself into me, forcing his maleness into my body. `Daddy,
I love you Daddy'. `I love you to Danny boy' `fuck me Daddy, Please Daddy.'
`Oh Daddies going to fuck you good baby, real good'.

I can feel his confidence growing as he starts working my hole, he's
stroking long, deep and smooth, pushing deep I can feel the bed giving
under my butt as he pushes into me. I know this is very much about him this
time, there is a lot of back issues to get out in the open, he rocks back
on his knees breaking my leg lock. I pull my legs up allowing him to trap
them in the crock of his elbows, he drops back onto his hands folding me up
to expose my fuck hole to his full attention and although I'm sure he means
me no harm he opens up full bore. I grunt as he batters into my butt, his
balls slapping against my arse with every stroke. he's tearing my arse up
but before he does any serious damage he's grunting and shaking, his knees
are shaking and his breathing is deep, real deep, them with an explosion of
breath, he sinks into me and unloads 10 years of disappointment, rejection,
yearning and despair.  This is new to me he actually starts crying, I'm
sort of lost here, I'm a fuck bunny, and yes I'm about as fucked up
mentally as anyone but this is new, So sticking to what I know we lay on
the bed and just cuddle as we drift off to sleep. I wake up the next
morning with him still cuddling me, well spooning really. I manage to prise
myself free to use the bathroom and then return to `our' bed and work my
way back into his arms. As I get comfortable again I can fell his morning
glory in my back and still feeling a bit short changed after last night I
back onto it, this isn't the first time I have used a sleeping cock to
pleasure myself, it's better than any dildo I have ever used.

I start working the hard cock in my arse, slow, real slow, small, slow
movements, working the full shaft, rotating my arse against his pubis,
gently stirring his balls, somewhere in his unconscious he's starting a
sexy dream, the real life stimulation is feeding his dreams, I know from
past experience at some point he's going to start muttering names. My
money, if I had any would be on Danny. I don't know what time it is but the
sun is up so it must be Saturday morning. I'm pumping him up now, right to
the base tighten, pull up release sink down again tighten and repeat, we
all know it, I can feel his cock thicken inside me.  If I had a timer, I
could have given a time but I just slowly rode his cock until he
stirred. Once I felt the first movement we worked together even if he
didn't know it yet. Eventually his dream got lucid enough that he was
running it. `Yer, Danny, that's nice Danny, you're so hot, baby boy,
somewhere around this point he wakes up, there is a pause whilst he tries
to put everything together.  I was expecting that and step into the void
and keep the pot boiling, now he remembers, but now it's me, he knows it's
me, no pretence, this isn't Danny, this is the boy he's rented to fuck,
he's got his cock up my arse, he's paid his money. Let's do it!

This is it, this is the fuck we both needed last night, but that was all
about emotion, this is about needs, lusts. Today he is in control, he is
going to claim my body, use my body, dominate my body, in street lingo,
`fuck me bandy!'

He goes in deep, strong, bold, rotating his hips, as he moves working my
hole and starting the journey to a screamer. I push back hard demanding
everything he has. Taking hold of my coltish hips me takes control, backing
right out he plunges straight back in crashing through my ring to the
accompaniment of me screaming in exoteric pleasure, each penetration is
accompanied by my vocals `Oh fuck man.. Yes.. Yes.. fuck me daddy...rape my
arse daddy...yer daddy fuck ...my ho...' A hand is clamped over my mouth as
the cock keeps working, riding my hole, working my boy nut.. Leaning into
my ear from behind me almost whispers `you dirty little boy, daddies going
to have to punish you for taking like that; Pulling his steaming piston out
of my cylinder I feel the scraper ring of his ridge drag through my tight
tube, as it crosses my prostrate I shudder, then with a felling of
disappointment its gone.

Moving with speed he grabs me round the waist and by a shoulder he throws
me over his knees as he sits on the side of the bed and a hand comes down
on my skinny butt cheek with a solid whack, one, twice, three times then
the other cheek, once twice and again the third whack. These are no pretty
sex games tickles. These are real raw punishment and my arse is glowing. As
he massages my cheeks, working his fingers down into my crack, digging down
further finding his prize he works his fingers in, one, two, three,
straight in. I moan deeply as he works my ring, stretching it at his whim,
I feel his knuckles pushing against my limits, He pushes harder trying to
get his hand up my arse. For the first time in ages I use my stop word,
praying they told him it, `Lupilo, Lupilo!',

Like a man just shot in the head, he freezes and I almost fall off his
knee, `Oh! My god! I'm sorry, please, I'm so sorry, please, I didn't mean
to hurt you. I'm stand in front of him sitting naked on the bed, no one has
a boner now and I reach round rubbing my butt as I back away from him
towards the door. Crossing the hall, I take refuge in Danny's room nursing
my sore butt, though on second inspection, it's not as bad as it seemed at
first, but no one's going near it for a few hours at least. A gentle
knocking on the door interrupts my thoughts. Ian? Ian, can I come in
please? He opens the door slowly peeking round the edge. Friends? I look at
him and shrug, uninvited he comes and sits next to me on the bed, he's
wearing a dressing gown and I had wrapped myself in a towel.

We sat on the bed and he talked. He talked about Danny, he talked about his
loveless marriage, about his fears and desires, he must have talked for an
hour or more, The only bit I understood was he wanted to try out seducing
Danny on me and now it had all gone wrong and he didn't know what to
do. For me this was yet another first after last night's tears this was a
whole bag of shit to dump on a child not yet nine years old. I looked at
his eyes, I didn't see a bad man, just a bit too rough, What can I do, he
asked looking towards me to provide a solution. Let's go fishing, would you
like that?

I looked at my own hands and spoke, you're rough, I'm only little, you need
to be gentle. He lets that sink in `I would never hurt Danny, never,' I'm
sorry, come and have some breakfast? Together we walked downstairs and he
prepared breakfast, sticking to his word we spent the day fishing.

This was certainly the first time I had to deal with all this emotional
crap, but it was far from the last, some men are so screwed up they are a
mess, most just need a dam go blow out every now and them, preferable with
a nice friendly boy. We just had to get this one over the hump.

The rest of the day was just a man and a boy being out together. The
evening was a re-run of the night before, but when he came to me it was a
different man, confident, gentle, loving. He came and sat on the bed next
to me and ran his hands through my hair, finding my ears he played with my
ear lobes (always a hottie with me). Leaning in he kissed me on the lips,
certain, leading, guiding me into his arms, touching my body through the
pyjamas and bedding, seeking out my budding nipples he played with my
chest, rolling them lightly under his thumb. Finally pushing my pyjama top
off, his mouth move down to my chest and suckled at my breast, sucking my
buds into firm prominent peaks as his left hand rubbed my tummy, lingering
at the waist band to those rocket covered dark blue guardians of my
boy-ness.

His hand moved smoothly between the elasticated waistband and my flesh
seeking out and finding my 3-inch cock and their counterpart my tight boy
sac with its precious cargo of `essence of boy'. He handled my balls like
they were the crown jewels, gently rubbing them in his hand like a man
palming dice before a critical throw, I reached down and lifting my arse
pushed my pyjama bottoms down to my knees offering him access to my
cock. Briefly stopping his journey he returned and we snogged whilst his
hands wandered across my body. Engaging every nerve in my skin, I loved
skin, I loved being stroked, after a minute of constant shuddering and deep
breaths, he worked his way back to my still hard nail and without
hesitation took me into his mouth. Engulfing my cock & ball sac in one
gulp, his tongue was running around my cock and balls, sucking, pushing my
foreskin back with his tongue, working my small but fully working cockhead,
I groaned under his attack, It felt like I had a hundred needles working my
junk. As he sucked me deeper, and worked my junk I could feel his hand at
my bottom, rubbing and kneading my butt, we both knew the critical part was
coming. So gently, I hardly noticed he worked his first finger into my
hole. Like a bloodhound tracking the lost child he moved in on my special
place and having found it he claimed my arse for his own, as he continued
to suck my balls his finger danced and fluttered around my inner places
whilst his head moved further down until his tongue was within reaching
distance of my already eager pucker.  Using his strength and guidance he
moves me around until my sweet young pucker is fully exposed, I wonder if I
have been set up, I'm on a bed on all four with my arse in the air and my
hole on display and a man about to worship at my altar. In contrast to our
last meeting, this is gentle beyond belief, he closes in to worship my god
and starts by just blowing onto my super-sensitive skin. I cringe under his
breaths, moaning like a cat in heat, when his tongue touches my flesh I
almost cum, licking up and down my crack he pauses each time he passes my
hole, drawing tiny circles with his tongue around my manhole,. God man my
knees are weak, he's killing me again but this time with love making from
another planet. After what seemed like forever, he pulled my cheeks apart
and dipped his tongue into me. The feeling is so intense I almost black
out, staggering forward on my hands and knees I have to re-position myself
for the assault to continue. He resumes his foreplay, working my body to
fever pitch; my voice is low and confused words are muddled up with sensual
moans, and deep passionate howls but eventually we both hear the words we
have been working towards for the last hour `Fuck me Daddy, please daddy,
please fuck my hole',

He rises up from his knees behind me, like Poseidon rising out of the
ocean, his dripping cock standing proudly out in front. I feel his hand on
my left hip as he moves close and rest the head of his boy destroyer at the
entrance of my love tunnel, after pausing for effect, he enters, in one
smooth deep movement. I almost go down again; A voice in my head is
shouting `BRACE, BRACE!' I tighten up my arms and legs giving him a firm
base to work from, we both know we are on the edge any false move could
push us both over it and we are enjoying being here too much to want it to
end. I can feel ever vein, every ridge, the head feels like a sailing ship
gliding silently through the fog, and in the distance, you can hear the
waves crashing on a rocky shore. Regardless we sail on our bodies riding
the wave between agony & ecstasy.

Finally seeing our doom he takes charge and drives me into a body wrecking
orgasm. My `brace' gives way and I collapse onto the bed as the spunk pumps
out of my cock onto Danny's bed, after a few more vigorous strokes. Along
with the assistance of my spasming colon, he comes, placing his seed deep
inside me in a ritual going back to the dawn of time, grunting his
dominance with each heavy load.

I don't care a fig about him, he has served his duty, I am so worn out I
fall asleep whilst he is still hard inside me, leaving him to deal with the
aftermath.

A few weeks later Danny comes into school doing the walk of shame, I look
at him as he waddles across the playground and smile to myself.



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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