Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2009 14:07:12 -0700 From: joe blo Subject: JOES KIDS CHAPTER 1 I guess it all started when I was like 8 or 9 years old. My mother thought I needed to have more activities in my life, so she signed me up for peewee baseball. Thats when I met the Stewarts. Joe Stewart was my coach, and Paul and Joey were his sons that were on my team. That was when we all became life long friends. Paul was also in the same classes at school as me, and we only lived about a block apart, so for most of my youth....where Pauly was, I was. Usually Joey too. Joey was a few years older there we were,12 or 13 and much more athletic. He was gorgeous even then. Dark brown hair, piecing blue eyes, and a true athlectic body. Now that I look back on it, I think I was in love with Joey even then. But how would an 8 or 9y/o ever know? After the baseball season was over, alot of the boys on the team all decided we would also join cub scouts and the peewee football league. Wouldnt you know old Joe stewart also became our football coach, and our cub scout pack leader. The man truely was the father I never had. See, my dad was an over the road trucker and was rarely home. Soccer moms of today have no idea how easy they have it. My poor mother worked full time night shift as a nurse, and had six children to raise. Now she has this son and his friends constantly on the run with all their activities. If it wasn't for Mr. and Mrs. Stewart my mother would have never kept up. Things went along like this for a couple years. I spent alot of time either staying at the Stewarts house or doing sports. I hardly ever saw my father as he only made it home a few weekends a month, and on the weekends I was never home. Than when I was 10 something happened that to this day haunts me. One weekend when my father was home, he decided that him and my mother were going away for the weekend. Mom checked with the Stewarts first to see if they could watch me and my little brother, but they weren't home. So, instead she sent me to stay with my aunt and uncle. They weren't going to be but, my 18yo cousin Tommy was going to watch us.I hated going there. They were fat disqusting people, and lived like pigs. The house was always so filthy, and i was afraid even eat anything for fear of getting sick from the filth. When we arrived at my aunts house it was around 9pm on Friday. My brother John had fallen asleep in the car on the way, so dad carried him in the house and put him in one of the bedrooms. They left and it was just me and Tommy. We watched TV for about a half hour. I dont remember what it was...like Charlies Angels or some other boring '70s sitcom. Thats when Tommy told me it was time for me to shower and go to bed. I went upstairs and stripped and was about to get a shower when Tommy came in and was totally naked with a raging hard on. I couldnt believe it. I was scared shitless and didnt know what to do. Tommy looked at me and said "You look so hot all naked like that....I've wanted you for years. Now I am going to have you." I was standing there naked and shaking. Scared out of my mind. Thinking back on it now, I understand why he wanted me I looked just like the boys who turn me on now look. Slim and smooth, with a muscular body from working our and sports, blonde hair down to my shoulders blue eyes and a killer tan. He stepped forward and grabbed me by my hair forcing me down to my knees. His big huge hard on was staring me in the face. Then he told me "put it in your mouth you little faggot" I screamed "Tommy no.....please no....I'm not a faggot ....please no Tommy!!!" "Well if you ain't a faggot yet, you will be by the end of tonight. Now suck my fuckin dick you little faggot" he said as he pushed my face till his cock was pushing against my lips. I didn't know what to do. I sat there crying for a minute, and then slowly started to open my mouth. As soon as it was open far enough the pressure of him pushing forced it in my mouth. It went all the way to the back of my throat, and I was choking and gagging. I thought i was going to throw up. He pulled back and then forced me down on it even further. This time he had pushed hard enough it went into my throat and i took all of his huge cock in my 10yo throat. I gagged, and couldnt breathe, I thought maybe i was going to die. He pulled me off and kept repeating this, saying "Ya, your a good little cocksucker. Take that big fucking cock in your mouth." This went on for a good ten minutes or so. Every time it went in my throat it would hurt and I couln't breathe. I thought he was tearing my throat out with his huge cock. Than when I thought I wasn't going to be able to take this any more, he stopped and pulled it out of my mouth. "Man that was some good cocksuckin boy!" Tommy said. "Now we're gonna see if that virgin ass of yours is," he said as he was flipping me over the side of the tub. "Oh ya....thats a sexy lil boy ass. I'm gonna fuck the hell outta that." "No Tommy !!!! Please no....it's too big!!!!!" I screamed. "Its gonna hurt me. Please don't Tommy!! I felt his big cock pushing on my virgin hole. It was already beginning to hurt. "Please stop Tommy!!" I screamed. Then he thrust his hips forward really hard. I couldn't believe the incredible pain that flashed thru my little body. "OHHh FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take it out!!!!!!! Please Tommy take it out." I was screaming at the top of my lungs now. Tommy pulled back, and I was thinking he was taking it out. Then he slammed it in even harder going all the way in, I could feel his pubes hit my smooth boy ass. "OHHH FUCK!!!!!! Tommy please stop!!!" I was crying. Tears were running down my face. "OHHH god!!! Tommy why are you doing this?" "Shut the fuck up you little faggot!! I know you like it." Tommy said as he started slamming it in and out of my virgin boy hole. "Oh man you got one nice tight hole kid." He kept doing this for a couple more minutes with me crying and screaming, "Oh FUCK OH FUCK it hurts Tommy." Then I started feeling something wierd. It wasn't hurting quite as much. And wow, what was this feeling in my tummy, and my little boy cock. I started shivering, and my legs were going weak. "Your cumming aren't you you little faggot? I knew you would like it, you are cumming."Tommy said. "I can feel your ass twitching. You are cumming." He kept going, and it wasn't hurting as bad. It still hurt alot when he would pull all the way back and slam in, and I would scream, "Oh Fuck!!!" Then it became, "OH FUCK YA!!!OH FUCK YA!!" "Thats it you little faggot. You like it now don't you?" Tommy was saying as he kept slamming his big cock in me. "I knew you were a little queer. You want my big cock don't you? You want me to fuck you harder don't you? "OHH FUCK, OH FUCK....OH YAAAAAA fuck Tommy...OH FUCK" was all I could say. Then as I felt that wierd feeling starting again he started to cum in my ass. "OH hell ya mikey....your cumming with me you little faggot." Tommy screamed. "Oh fuck ya. Take my cum in your ass you little queer boy." He collapsed on top of me. This 300lb fat pig collapsed on top of me, and all I wanted was him to get off of me. The rest of the weekend every time he could, he would send John out to play. It would start all over. He fucked me six times before my parents picked me up on Sunday. Luckily, all the other times when he would do it in my mind I would just pretend it was Joey fucking my young ass. Many times during those next 2 days I would even call out when he was fucking me, "Oh yes Joey, FUCK ME HARDER." To this he just said, "I don't know who the fuck Joey is, but I will sure fuck you harder. Your little as is mine this weekend. The fact that I imagined it was Joey fucking me instead of this huge fat pig made it much easier, and being more relaxed I was even beginning to like it. He was loving the fact that I was getting into it and even wanted him to go harder. I was also loving it. Because thinking of Joey during made me have those wonderful orgasms even more often. I never mentioned it to anyone in my family until many years later what had happened that weekend at my aunt and uncles, but I never ever returned to that house. No matter what the family function going on there, I always figured out an excuse not to go. Usually it had something to do with being with the Stewart family. In my mind my REAL family.