Date: Fri, 18 Jan 2013 19:07:51 +0000
From: Ivor Sukwell <isukwell@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Growing Up Properly

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Growing Up Properly

A story by Ivor Sukwell

I started growing up when I was ten. Before that I was, I guess, a normal
child; kicking a ball around, yelling and screaming with my mates, tantrums
when I didn't get an ice cream; all the usual boy things. The world was
full of grown-ups, half grown-ups and kids, who were boys. Girls did not
exist; well, they did at school where they were nothing but a pain, but
once released from that daily prison, they melted out of sight and
definitely out of mind.

I was healthy, happy in a boy way, and lived with my father. I had several
`mothers' over the years of my childhood, but none of them lasted very
long; dad changed his women far more often that a rich man changes his car.

The school summer holidays of my tenth year was when things changed and I
began to grow up. Actually, it was a few weeks before the holidays when dad
announced that we were going to see `granpa'.

He was not my real grandparent; he had fostered my dad from the age of
around nine until he went off with his first woman when he was eighteen. We
almost never went to see him, usually only if my dad wanted something, so I
was under no illusions that this was the reason behind the visit.

Granpa lived alone; he was not divorced or widowed, he just lived alone;
always had so far as I knew, apart from when he had fostered my dad.

"Why did you move in here?" dad asked, looking around the pretty small
retirement flat `granpa' had bought. I could tell from the way he was
looking that he was not too pleased about the change.

"Found somewhere decent in Spain," `granpa' grinned, "Nice, three bedrooms,
forty minutes from the coast. Be spending most of my time there from now
on."

"Oh," dad looked a bit less annoyed, "When you going out there?"

"Next week," the old man smirked, "Bit hot at this time of year, but I've
got good air-con."

Dad nodded, I could almost see his brain working. "I had been going to ask
you a favour," he said, "But I don't suppose it's possible now."

"What's that?" `granpa' asked; he was used to dad only visiting when he
needed a favour, so he didn't look surprised or nothing.

"Liam," dad said to me, "Why don't you go and make us some coffee?"

So whatever the favour was that dad wanted to ask has to have something to
do with me, and, being ten, I'm curious as fuck. I'll do as I'm told and
make the coffee, but am I going to be listening or what!

"Found another bird," I heard dad say, "Could do with a few weeks to work
on her. Without Liam around," he added.

So that was it; dad was after another bit of skirt – and I really did
not see what men saw in women, not if they were just bigger, grown-up
versions of girls - and he wanted me out of the way while he chased after
her. No doubt I'd soon be having another, temporary, `mother'.

I could see his point; he couldn't very well just send me out while he got
down to doing all that stuff I saw men and women doing on the internet, if
anything happened to me, or I got into trouble, he'd be in a bad way. Of
course, I was perfectly capable of looking after myself. Yeh, the world's
supposed to be full of strange men always on the lookout for kiddies to
`interfere' with, but I was pretty sure I could spot one of them a mile
off; and I knew which shops you could nick things from and which you
couldn't. Adults might think the park and streets were full of dangers for
a ten year old, but I reckoned they were a lot less dangerous than the
jungle!

Dad said something I couldn't hear properly, but I heard `granpa's' reply
all right!

"You what!" he almost yelled, "You want me to take a ten year old boy out
to Spain for six weeks?"

Now that was interesting! I'd never been nowhere, so Spain sounded well
exciting.

"You got the faintest idea what you're asking?" `granpa' half shouted, half
choked.

"Think so," dad said.

"Giving me a boy of ten to look after?"

"Older than I was," dad said, I could almost see him shrugging, just from
the tone of his voice.

"That was different," `granpa' turned the volume down a bit.

"Don't see why," dad's voice shrugged again, "And anyway, don't bother me
if it turns out the same way. Never did me any harm."

Both of them turned the volume right down after that and I couldn't hear
another word. The ones I had heard, though, had me well thinking.

I took their coffees in and sat down to do some serious mind stuff. They
were chatting other things now, so I wasn't missing anything important.

Despite what teachers and parents think, ten year olds are not sweet,
innocent creatures who need to be protected from all the things that go on
in the world. And if they were, why do they keep telling us about things
they say we're not supposed to know about? And, come on, this is the age of
the internet, and most ten year old's know far more about computers than
teachers and parents do. Find me a kid of my age who doesn't know all the
basics, doesn't play with himself and doesn't watch as much porn as he can
manage; I don't know of any.

`Granpa' lived alone, and always had apart from when he'd fostered dad as a
kid; `granpa' was worried about having me stay with him, though he'd not
said why; dad wasn't bothered if it turned out the same way, and anyway, he
was younger then than I am and it hadn't done him any harm. I didn't need
to be a rocket scientist to work that one out!

`Granpa' was bothered about having me around, which, if I'd worked things
out right, meant that he wanted to but thought he shouldn't. I could help
him out there.

"Did I hear something about Spain?" I asked, all sweet and innocent.

"Just that dad's got a place out there, and I said it would be great if you
could go there sometime for a holiday," dad lied.

I knew he was lying because I had heard what I had heard, but I let him get
away with it in case I needed to put in a lie or two of my own.

"Wicked," I enthused and put on my brightest smile combined with the
hopeful face, "Can I come out there this summer holiday?"

Dad gave me one of them hard looks; he knew I had pretty good ears, but I'd
slipped in the innocent little boy look as well, and that one generally
fools just about everybody.

`Granpa' looked well awkward, so I gave him the full treatment. I know I'm
a pretty good looking kid, lots of people said that and I checked it out in
the mirror often enough. Like dad, I have well dark hair, and being a vain
little bugger, I tarted it up with really black lowlights that went dead
good with my black eyebrows and long, black eyelashes. Me eyes are big and
really dark brown, look almost black in the right light, and I've got one
of those wide, little boy mouths with decent red lips. Yeh, I looked well
good and poor `granpa' didn't have a chance against me.

I batted me eyelashes, always a good one, and when he still looked as
though he might say `no', I let a tear start to glisten. I wasn't going to
throw a toddler tantrum, just a ten year old boy who's so disappointed he
can't help a tear or two from coming – works with adults almost every
time.

"It's very hot and I'm not on the beach, or anything," `granpa' tried, "And
it's not in any tourist spot; there won't be any other English boys
around."

"If there's a swimming pool anywhere near, I'll spend hours in it, hardly
get in your way at all." I made it sound all hopeful, just holding back
that tear. As if!

"I've actually got a pool in my garden," `granpa' made the mistake of
saying and I leapt on that.

"Oh, wow!" I bounced excitedly, theatrically wiping away that single tear,
"A pool in your garden! Oh, please, granpa," I begged.

As I said, the poor old sod didn't stand a chance and dad had to cough up
quite a few quid for me passport, and while I was waiting for the holidays
to start, I did some serious looking up of stuff on the internet.

I know about the stuff blokes do with women – I'm ten, remember, not two
– but I'd never bothered with gay stuff so I needed to find out what
sort of things `granpa' might want to do with me, what sort of stuff it was
that had never caused me dad no harm.

It was pretty interesting, the stuff I found out about and I was well
surprised to find that while I didn't find women's bits that exciting,
men's cocks were a well different matter. I don't think that's gay; they
were exciting because I got a cock and I already know that playing about
with it is fun, so it stands to reason that having it played with would be
even more fun.

Of course, my cock's small still, so I didn't expect `granpa' would want to
play with it that much, but he'd probably be pretty keen on me playing with
his. I was ok with that, and the idea of sucking it didn't bother me that
much. I tried sucking my finger like it was a cock and there weren't
nothing to it. `Granpa's' cock'd be bigger than me finger, of course, but
as long as it didn't taste of piss I was sure it'd be ok.

I'd never seen real spunk, of course, but in the porn I looked at it seemed
men liked to spunk on boys' faces and even in their mouths, and when they
did that the kids swallowed it. Well, if loads of other kids did that, it
couldn't be too bad, so I'd go along with that.

Men obviously liked kissing boys, which seemed a bit weird and pointless;
no way could I work out why anyone should want to stick their tongue in
someone else's mouth, but I didn't reckon it'd make me puke or nothing, so
that'd be alright as well.

Licking a kid's bumhole was more than weird, but if that's what `granpa'
wanted to do he was welcome. No way was I gonna do it for him though!

The only thing that really bothered me was having a cock stuck up my
arse. I poked a finger at me own arsehole and I couldn't even start to get
that in, so no way would it be able to take a man's cock. I was surprised
that it actually felt quite decent when I tried, and, of course, I had no
idea how big `granpa's' cock is, but it was certainly going to be bigger
than my finger, so, sorry, `granpa', but that one's out.

I reckon I got `granpa' pretty well sussed out on the way to Spain. It was
obvious he quite liked having me around, and not because it was me; decent
looking little bugger that I am, he didn't really know me from Adam, so
what he liked was having a boy around. I couldn't work out why he liked
that, why men liked boys in that way, but I know they do, I'd seen loads of
it on the internet. And, from what I'd seen, boys liked it too and I wanted
to find out why. But `granpa' didn't seem to want to do any of those things
with me; he never even put an arm round me or cuddle me and I'd been with
him almost a whole day!

He'd needed my help to get him to allow me to go to Spain with him, so he
must need my help to start doing things. I've no idea how long dad was
living with him before he got round to doing things, but I only got six
weeks and I want to get started.

The usual way of getting what I want, the innocent look and artistic tear,
weren't going to work for what I wanted now, but it didn't take a lot of
imagination to work out what would. I was going to be a good little boy and
help `granpa' out by not making a lot of washing for him to have to do; not
wearing any clothes and sleeping with him as well ought to get him going.

I told `granpa' I needed a shower to clean up after all that travelling, my
clothes were ok for England, but no way for temperature that was pushing
forty and I was a bit `icky'. He told me to use the one off his bedroom,
not knowing that he was going to bring me out here, he hadn't got the guest
room properly ready.

`Granpa's' bedroom was fine for what I had in mind, his bed well big enough
for a boy of ten to share with a man and I had a cheerful shower, making
sure I was as clean as I could be in the places I wanted `granpa' to be
interested in. I'd no idea of clever ways to get him interested, so I just
did the obvious and walked back out of his bedroom completely naked.

The bedroom was off the main living room, not usual in England, but I found
out later it was normal here, so it was only moments before `granpa' was
treated to his first look at me without clothes. I knew he liked what he
saw because he stared at me and the stare included a good look at my little
boy bits and I wondered if I would have done even better if I had made it
stand up before coming out of his bedroom.

"Forgotten something?" he asked, his eyes moving up from my cock to my
face.

"It's ever so hot," I half whined, "Do I have to put clothes on?" I gave
him a grade two little boy pleading look, (I held back on grade one in case
I needed it for something really important later).

"Shorts?" he suggested, "Swimming trunks?"

I pulled an `I don't want to face' and told him that it felt nice like
this, then gave him another grade two combined with a flutter of my
eyelashes.

`Granpa' smiled and shrugged and gave in, no problem. He even told me that
if I weren't around he'd probably be dressed just like I was.

"You can, granpa," I switched to a `that would be fun' smile.

"Better not," he laughed, "People wouldn't think it right."

"No one else here," I did another half whine, and followed it with a really
innocent, "And I won't tell." I thought about an innocent little boy
scratch of his balls for `granpa' to see, but had a better plan. "Can I go
and get a tan?" I asked.

I'd already sussed that there was a terrace right outside the open glass
doors of the living room and the late afternoon sun was baking it.

"It's very hot," `granpa' warned me, "We wouldn't want you getting sunburn
first day."

"I don't burn," I chirped cheerfully, "I just go brown; just like dad." It
was true, our olive coloured skin did just tan, not burn, well, not if you
were just a bit careful. "But dad always makes me put sun cream on. Would
you do that for me, granpa?" Really good flutter of the eyelashes this
time.

`Granpa' found some lotion for me, but I handed it back to him,

"Do it for me, pleeeaaassse," I begged, and, of course he did; little boys
can always get their own way if they go about it properly.

He did my back first, and wow!, did that feel nice; good when he did my
back, gooder when he did my legs and goodest of all when, knowing I was not
going to put any shorts on, he did my bum as well. Back done, I turned
round and when he once more tried to give me the bottle I told him I wanted
him to do it for me.

He only hesitated for a moment and then started with my face and worked his
way down. That was even nicer than when he did my back, his big hands on my
little chest were soooooooo nice!

I began to breathe a bit deeper and slower when his hand put lotion on my
stomach, but he missed the important part and went down to my legs
instead. I loved his hand on my thighs, but I couldn't miss out on him
doing the bit he'd missed, could I.

"You missed a bit," I sniggered, a really good `naughty little boy'
snigger, but still carefully innocent.

"You ought to do that part yourself," poor `granpa' said, his voice
sounding a bit odd.

"Pleeeeeeeaaaassssssssssssssssssse;" not quite time for a tear, but not far
off.

My cock was still soft, of course; it took quite a bit of playing with to
make it go hard, but it certainly began to stir a bit when `granpa' gave in
and put sun cream there as well. I giggled naughty boy giggles when he did
it and ran off the second he finished. Not that I didn't like the feeling
of his hand on my cock; I loved it, but even an innocent little ten year
old boy can work out that too much too soon isn't the best idea. `Granpa's'
hand had liked being on my little cock, even at ten I could work out that
it had spent far longer putting cream there than it needed to, so it would
probably want to get back there again, even more so if I made it wait a
bit.

I never made it wait too long; still naked, though I had been in the shower
again to wash off any sun cream still on my skin, I sat on `granpa's' lap
to watch the evening telly. He sighed when he saw me naked again after my
shower, but he had given up protesting and I knew he wasn't really
complaining, and all he was wearing himself was a pair of quite short
shorts.

Of course, he had to put his arms round me to hold me on his lap, and it
wasn't long before one of his hands decided to feel my leg. I wriggled a
bit when he did that, not a complaining wriggle, but an `I like how that
feels' wriggle.

Of course, all the porn I had looked at on the internet had shown me what
to do when things were happening, but none of it had let me know how to
start those things off; naked boy sucks man's cock, man puts his tongue and
his cock in boy's bum, but how did you get to that happening? I'd given
`granpa' help by being naked and sitting on his lap, so why wasn't he
getting me to suck his cock?

Something was happening, though, because as I wriggled some more to let
`granpa' know I liked his hands on me, and although I had never seen or
felt a man's cock getting hard, I knew that `granpa's' was. And that was
when I learned that a man's cock makes him do things he was trying not to
do.

Not long after `granpa's' cock went hard his hand slowly went from my leg
to my little cock; it wasn't really his hand, he only need one finger and
his thumb to play with it.

"That feels nice, granpa," I told him so he wouldn't let go too soon.

He didn't; he played with it enough to make it go hard, and once it was
hard it felt even better having him play with it. I think it was better for
granpa as well as he rubbed it up and down quite a lot. I leaned back into
him so he could play with it easily, because when it goes hard it lies flat
against my stomach and it wouldn't be easy for his finger and thumb to rub
it if I stayed sitting up.

I thought it was time I did something to him, so, still the innocent little
boy, I asked if I could see his,

"Please, granpa," I wheedled, "Please let me see it; I really want to see
it, please let me."

I'd already worked out that granpa was not very good at saying `no' to me;
I learned later that he was just not very good at saying `no' to boys –
granpa really liked boys. I was calling him `granpa' now without any
reservations; that way it was almost as though we were family and I thought
he'd feel better about playing with me that way.

He didn't give in straight away and I could tell that he really wanted to
but something in him didn't want to, so I wriggled my bum on his lap some
more to help make that something go away.

"If I let you see it," he said slowly, "It has to be our secret; no-one
must ever know."

"Of course not, granpa," I said, making it sound as serious as I could,
"And I'd never tell anyone you like playing with my cock."

I thought that was well neat, because he was already doing something he
wasn't supposed to do, so why shouldn't he do some more things?

"Anyway," I turned my head and gave him a killer smile, dropping the
innocent little boy bit and using a `this is naughty and I like it' look
instead, "I like you playing with it and I don't mind if you want to play
with it lots."

"You're sure," he asked, starting to give in, "You really like it?"

"Course I do," I snorted, "Would have told you to stop if I didn't,
wouldn't I! And I don't want you to stop," I added for good measure.

Poor granpa, he didn't have a chance, did he.

He made me move off his lap so he could get at his cock. He didn't pull it
out of the leg of his shorts like I expected, he pulled his shorts right
down and took them off, so I knew this was not going to stop with me just
getting a look; granpa was already really hoping I was going to do more
than just look!

"Shit!" I gasped when I saw it, "That's huge! Granpa, you have a monster
cock!"

I didn't know then that telling someone they have a big cock is always a
good starter to things, but granpa's cock did really look huge to me.

"Not really," granpa grinned, "No bigger than most men. Yours will grow big
as you grow up."

"It is huge," I said again and went for gold, grabbing it with my hand;
"Look, I can't even get my hand round it!"

I couldn't; no matter how hard I tried I could not make thumb and fingers
meet and my little hand was not covering more than about a quarter of
it. My hand looked so silly on his big cock that I giggled and when granpa
asked me what was funny, I told him that I couldn't get a hand round his,
but he could just about manage to hold mine with one finger and thumb
because it was so small.

"Doesn't matter that it's small," he smiled at me, "I still like playing
with it."

"Doesn't matter that yours is so big," I smiled back, "I like playing with
it too."

Granpa, bless him, was one of those men who shaved all the hair off down
there, so it felt all smooth against my face when I put my head on his
stomach, my mouth teasingly close to his cock. Using my hand, I brushed his
cock against my cheek, and that felt really nice. I even, `accidentally',
brushed it against my lips; granpa still needed help to get him to do the
things he wanted to do.

Brushing it against my lips seemed to be the help he needed, especially
when I opened them just a little so the end of his monster cock got a tiny
bit wet. Granpa sucked in his breath when it happened and whispered to me
to be careful.

Telling a ten year old boy to be careful is the same as telling him to find
out why he should be careful, so I opened my lips a bit more and even,
daringly, allowed the very tip of my tongue to brush against the skin on
the end of his cock. There was one thing I did want to be careful about
because I didn't want it in my mouth if it tasted nasty and not at all like
my finger did. It didn't, so when poor granpa groaned when he felt my
tongue on his cock skin and put his hand on my head, ruffling my hair, I
knew I'd helped him enough.

"Try putting it in your mouth," granpa whispered, stroking my hair to
encourage me.

I looked up at him, wide eyed and innocent, my whole face saying that was a
strange thing for him to want me to do. I had my mouth open and only a tiny
bit away from his cock that my little fist was gripping right down at the
bottom so granpa was looking at his big cock held by a little boy almost
right up against his wide open mouth.

Granpa groaned again and swallowed heavily, took some long, slow breaths
and then begged me to suck it for him.

"Please," he begged, "Put it in your mouth; just for a moment. It'll feel
so good for me."

I did, just like the boys I had seen do it in the porn I'd watched. I was
still a bit worried that there might be a nasty taste, but there wasn't, so
I settled down to sucking it as well as I could. I have a nice, wide,
little boy mouth and I'd done some practice with a Mars Bar, getting a
whole one in my mouth and sucking all the chocolate off it. That was well
wicked fun, but nowhere near as wicked or as much fun as sucking granpa's
cock.

I got my full boy lips quite a long way down it, almost reaching my hand as
I held it upright, before it touched the back of my throat and I couldn't
go any further down before gagging, and it wouldn't be nice for granpa if I
puked on him, so I didn't try to go any further. I would need to do some
more practice, because some of the boys in the porn had swallowed whole
cock and the men seemed to like that and I wanted to really please granpa.

Granpa gasped and moaned and grunted while I pretended his cock was a Mars
Bar; I even had a really naughty thought and felt it would be great fun to
cover it in chocolate and suck that all off it, but even without the
chocolate I thought it was super good having granpa's cock in my mouth and
making him have some fun.

It takes quite a long while to suck all the chocolate off a Mars Bar and I
had done that to several of them, so my mouth didn't get tired quickly and
I went happily up and down on granpa's cock, always trying to see if I
could get just that little bit more in.

Granpa still had his hand in my hair, and now the other one started trying
to feel as much of my little body as it could and that felt really nice for
me, so granpa was happy that I had his cock in my mouth and I was happy
that he was feeling me all over.

Then granpa started going all stiff and breathing really heavily and he
told me I ought to stop because I'd make him spunk if I didn't.

Of course, a well brought up, innocent little ten year old boy wouldn't
know what that meant, would he? So I took no notice of granpa although I
knew exactly what he meant. I knew from the porn that a man wants to spurt
his spunk all over a little boy's face or even right into his mouth, so I
knew I wasn't supposed to stop and so I didn't.

Never having sucked a cock before I didn't know the right moment to take it
out from my mouth so it could squirt the white stuff onto my face, so I
kept it in there a bit too long and it started to squirt in my mouth. It
squirted two thick gobs of slimy stuff into my mouth before there wasn't
room for any more, so I had to get it out before I choked and three more
squirts of something hot and wet spattered over my face.

Granpa was switching between panting heavily and not breathing at all, and
muttering really naughty things like, "Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck." Then he
told me I really knew how to suck cock and how to make an old man very
happy and I felt well proud that I'd done it properly for him.

The hot, slimy stuff he'd squirted into my mouth didn't taste bad and I was
able to swallow it with no problem and that seemed to please granpa just as
much as looking at the rest of his white stuff running down my little face.

I knew granpa must have really liked it when, later, and it was time for
bed, I told him it was good he hadn't got the spare room ready because I
wanted to sleep with him as I might be a bit frightened being in a strange
room, and he didn't even try to tell me I shouldn't.

That was good, because I knew I needed to be in bed with granpa if I was
going to do some more growing up.

Like I said, I'd done plenty of checking up on porn, so I knew the sort of
stuff I had to get granpa doing and I reckoned there'd be a decent chance
of him getting started if he had a frightened, naked little boy all cuddled
up against him. Course, he was a bit bothered that I weren't wearing
nothing but me skin and letting him have a really good eyeful of me front
when he started to protest that I ought to be wearing something in bed. I
widened me eyes, all innocent little boy, and let me lip quiver a bit, and
told him I didn't have nothing to wear in bed cos I always slept like
this. Course, the poor old sod had to let me stay in me skin in case me lip
quivered a bit more and I started crying.

It took a couple of nights before I got granpa to give up trying to stop me
growing up any more. I let him get through the days without pestering him
for cock or anything and I spent most of me time in the pool like what I'd
promised I'd do, but, course, I innocently stayed little boy naked and let
him have lots of looks and I was pretty sure he was getting well interested
in doing stuff again. Then we had this lush thunderstorm and granpa had a
well scared, naked little boy all cuddled up against him and saying he
needed to be held really tight cos he was so scared.

Didn't have a chance, did he! Course he got well hard, like I knew he would
with me all cuddled up against him, and course I had to investigate with me
little fingers and when he stopped trying to stop me I told him I wanted to
make his white stuff squirt out again cos that had been well neat and I did
me mars bar thing with his cock again. Just in case he thought I'd done
enough growing up, I knelt across his stomach so me bum was in his face
while I was sucking away at his cock, and, sure enough, granpa was one of
those men who liked to lick a boy's bumhole, and I'm telling you, I grew up
well quick when he did that cos it felt better than what anything had ever
felt before!

Course, I told him how good it felt and I hoped he'd do it lots cos I liked
it so much, and I liked his cock lots as well and I let it spunk in me
mouth, deliberately this time, and ate all his stuff so there wouldn't be
no mess on the sheets. That's what I told him and, of course, he said I
didn't have to do anything like that, so I gave him a five star smile and
said how much he'd got me to like the taste of it.

I'd got him properly now, cos he started not being able to leave me alone,
feeling my cock and my bum all the time, and I showed him how much I liked
that by mars baring his cock whenever it got hard, which weren't nowhere
near as often as mine did, but he did manage to get it that way at least
once every day.

One of the really hard things to understand when you're growing up is that
really grown up men like granpa don't get hard anywhere near as much as
little boys do, and that don't seem fair to me cos being hard is one of the
bestest things there is.

The only problem was that I was pretty sure the way things were going, that
I'd be properly grown up by the end of the holiday, cos now granpa had got
started he was getting well keen on licking my bumhole and putting a finger
in it, and I guessed I was going to have to change my mind about him
getting his cock up there.

Of course, I wanted to grow up properly, so I was going to have to let him
do that; well, actually I was going to have to make him think I'd let him
if he was really nice to me and let me spend all my holidays with him. I
wasn't going to do all my growing up in one holiday, just to make sure he
wanted to look after me again!


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