The Fine Art Of Seduction

by Rob Loveboy

Chapter One

Copyright© 2013 – Rob Loveboy

I knew about sex from a very young age. As far back to when I was five, I knew that men and women didn’t just have sex to make babies, you only had to live with my slut of a mother and hear her screaming out from behind the paper-thin walls separating the bedrooms of our dumpy basement apartment telling the man to fuck her pussy harder. Apparently, they all had beautiful, big cocks; a descriptive word for penis that I learned from the school yard. That, and ‘pussy’ combined in an almost angry conversation coming from the room next door, I formed my own conclusions how the two were applied together, backed up of course, by schoolyard scuttlebutt about ‘fucking.’

One night, I guess she couldn’t decide, and brought home two guys from the bar. I learned that women also took ‘it’ up their bums when doing it the ‘sandwich’ way. Mother howled even louder that night. Another time she brought home a man and another woman. Naive, I guessed that the women would have to share his cock.

My very first view of the adult male anatomy was one night when I woke up needing to pee. Standing at the bowl, in walked a naked man, who when saw me, quickly retreated, but not before I had saw it. The nightlight plugged into the wall cast enough of a glow to see about 4 inches, thick as a hot dog weenie, dangling and swaying as he moved. It looked much very different than my eight-year old mini version insofar as his flared at the end; like an acorn, I thought. Strange. As strange was the dark, curly hairs that forested his groin area.

I often saw my mother naked. Most mornings, the men were long gone by then, entering the kitchen where I was eating cereal. She would hug and kiss me and make idle chit-chat while preparing the coffee maker before her shower. Her boobies were small, I guessed, most ladies breasts seemed to stick out. Her nipples were like raisins jutting from lighter brown, nickel size spheres. A small patch of black hair perfectly tapered down between her nether region. I suppose it was that common site of her naked when I concluded girls didn’t have a penis.

Sometimes mom would playfully lift the waistband of my undies and peek inside asking how Mr. Willie was, complimenting and telling me what a big-boy I was getting to be and what a great lady-pleaser I was going to be one day.

Mother hinted around telling me about the facts-of-life when I had turned ten. It was one of her boyfriends, Rick, that nonchalantly suggested to her over dinner that I watch the two of them have sex for a broader education rather than her trying to explain the details.

Giggling like a schoolgirl, she scolded Rick, who never changed his demeanour appearing serious. It was always obvious that she hoped for a relationship with him. Mom was gaga over Rick, a handsome man, twenty-three, five years her junior, who was a long-distance trucker staying with us whenever he was in town.

I liked Rick. He always made time for me, playing pitch, or travelling around the city in his tractor-trailer making deliveries. I decided that I wanted to be a trucker when I grew up; fascinated by the skill he mastered shifting gears and applying all the buttons and switches. He promised that one day soon, he would take me on the road with him.

So that night, without further conversation and mother’s smitten weakness, Rick took a kitchen chair and placed it beside mother’s bed. They stood as they passionately kissed and watched as he undressed my mother, his hands all over her body. Rick lay her on the bed and took off his clothes. What appeared to my ten-year old eyes, was a huge cock that flopped out and bounced when he lowered his underwear.

Rick smiled at me as he stroked his meaty bratwurst size-and shaped cock seen in full glory by my ten-year old bulging eyes. He had that same acorn tip as the man I saw in the bathroom, except Rick’s was much more swollen, bulbous. The pee slit flared wide to see the pink interior that oozed a pus-like fluid. I wondered if he had somehow damaged his knob, surely it wasn’t pee. Two plump orbs the size of jaw-breaker gumballs dangled in a sack that had a spattering of long black strands of hair.

I watched my mother take it deep in her mouth when Rick straddled her head and nestled his face between her thighs. He strained his eyes to make sure I was looking, he needn’t have worried, I was intently interested in watching his cock being adored by my mother. Wet, slurping sounded from the bed; mother appeared to really enjoy licking it like the giant candy canes I got in my stocking every Christmas.

He gave me a good view by kneeling between her legs and slowly inserting his manhood, his eyes never left me until he fell atop on her and began pounding his meat into her while he sucked her titties and kissed her. After several minutes, he suddenly bolted back onto his knees and strings of white stuff spurted over mom’s belly. It was over as quick as it started; a pearly white drool dangled a few inches from his tip. Rick had intentionally wanted me to see that, staring at me with a sly smile. He didn’t have to explain that it was the stuff that made babies; I had gathered that insight on my own.

After being excused, my lesson complete, I lay in my bed thinking about what I had seen. Rick’s cock in my mother’s mouth replayed over and over again. I had heard boys telling each other to ‘suck my cock,’ or ‘lick my dick,’ however, I always thought this was meant as a vulgar term in the same context as ‘shove it up your ass.’ It had never occurred to me that the act was anything more than a juvenile insult. Nobody would really do that!

I fast forwarded over my mother being laid and replayed the gobs of the creamy-white, snot-like substance erupting each time his cock twitched. His contorted face and guttural groans indicated he was enjoying himself. The stuff was edible, too, it seemed. He scooped up mass amounts and mother sucked his fingers. At one point, I swear he was going to offer me a sample until mother playfully slapped his hand and told him not to be so silly. I couldn’t imagine anything coming out of a human body being tasty, but mother was enamoured with, smacking her lips for more. Suddenly, it occurred to me that mother’s milk came from inside a boobie and that kind of put things into perspective for me. Man’s milk. After all, if it made babies it wouldn’t be poisonous, maybe even nutritiously good for you.

In the morning, Rick and mom appeared in the kitchen, both naked except she was wearing panties. Again, I was mesmerized by his cock. Flaccid, about the size of a dill-pickle, and his balls hung well beneath it. All swayed to and fro when he walked past giving me that devilish grin over his shoulder. Rick poured himself a glass of juice, came back toward me and stood in full view of my wandering eyes as he chatted about something or other. I couldn’t be sure, but it might have twitched and stretched a bit, the folds of wrinkled skin near the knob seemed to tighten somewhat.

It was a little uncomfortable not knowing where to look, especially when he chuckled and lifted his cock to show me his spider web of red veined freshly shaved scrotum he claimed had been carefully administered that very morning by my mother. When he offered to let me feel the ‘silky smooth’ orbs to prove the authenticity of being ‘soft as a baby’s bum,’ she slapped his shoulder spoiling the moment for me to explore. Rick laughed, winked, and walked away leaving me to eat my Cap’n Crunch cereal in curious wonder.

That morning, Rick took me with him to have his truck serviced. Killing time, we took in a matinee of the latest Batman movie showing at the Odeon theatre. He placed a hand on my bare knee that travelled slowly up my thigh stopping when a couple of his fingers entered my short pants. His pinky finger ever so lightly caressed my left nut over my underpants. I was paralyzed.

Rick’s finger prodded the hemline searching for a hint of access. Unfortunately for him, mother had not done laundry; the skin-tight undies I wore that day were much too small for me. Giving up, he resumed finger grazing over my testicle. I had no clue why Rick wanted to touch me in that way, nonetheless, I found his rub pleasurable and spread my legs a little wider to give his finger better access. Taking advantage of the new freedom, his finger was soon travelling over the underside of my Gherkin pickle dick.

Embarrassed, I got an erection from the sensations, but had no idea that I had been brought to my first sexual stimulation, and naively thinking Rick would laugh at me. He didn’t. Another finger and thumb joined the caress from my tight scrotum all the way up my shaft and back over the thin cotton material. We never talked of it after the movie; we picked up his truck and went home.

Once, he pulled over onto the shoulder and looked at me all flushed like he had something on his mind. I noticed his hand at his crotch, kind of scratching himself, and he was breathing heavily, but suddenly he appeared to have second thoughts about whatever it was and pulled back into the traffic.

I watched them fuck again that night. That time I was told to lie on my side beside him, my head supported by my hand, and I saw the pink innards of my mother’s vagina that he spread wide with both hands before licking the mass of folds. A peculiar odour emanated, like my goldfish bowl when it needed cleaning. When he was finished, his face was a slick sheen. I then watched his cock slide into what appeared to me as an open can of diced tomatoes before he spread himself over her body and pumped away with a hand squeezing my pyjama covered bum. Disappointed, I didn’t get to see Rick squirt that night, however when he rolled off mom on his back, his withering cock leaked a little bit of the creamy substance.

Once again, I lay in my bed thinking about what I had learned that night, but more even more vivid was Rick touching me at the movie theatre and my dick got hard. I rubbed it over my pyjama bottoms, then dared to slip my hand under the waistband. It felt nice. Really exciting, I envisioned my mother sucking Rick’s cock, then his sliding it into her. I spit on my palm several times and wrapped it around the achingly hard boner. It felt bigger, longer, as if my bone was going to pop through my pee slit at any time.

Instinct must have taken over. If Rick liked his cock surrounded by a mouth or a vagina and the clear fact that he used his hand to pump his meat, friction must have been the common denominator, I discovered masturbation. I had no real sexual fantasies to enhance the experience. I certainly had no thoughts of sticking it in my mother, or any other girl. Yuck! The only thing that intrigued me was Rick’s nice manly body, however, why that was, I had no idea, and from what I learned at school, as a rule of nature, boys just didn’t touch other boys that way, so I blocked that from my mind. It must have been an accident when Rick touched me.

Eventually, I fell asleep and woke up the next day with a very sore and chafed dick, vowing to never to do that again, despite the pleasure, it wasn’t meant to be used like that, I reasoned.

There was no sex education the next night. I was still up watching TV when mom and Rick came home from a night at the bar. Accompanying them was a young man naked named Jason. I guessed his age to be around eighteen, I learned that he was a busboy at the bar. Jason was blond, had rosy red cheeks and appeared very shy and nervous. The three drank a beer each rather quickly, and retired to mom’s bedroom without even a kiss goodnight from her, leaving me to watch the Simpson’s, the episode when Bart discovers masturbation, which caused me to rethink my own position on the issue.

My first thought was that she and Rick were going to educate Jason about sex like they had showed me. I felt a certain sense of pompous pride thinking that, much younger; I already knew the facts of life well before the older teen did. I shut off the TV and went to bed gloating.

What I heard through the thin wall was anything but another me sitting and watching the demonstration, Jason was very much a part of the goings on next door. It was all very confusing, but I distinctly heard my mother encouraging Jason to suck Rick’s cock and how turned on that made her. I didn’t exactly know what “turned on” meant, but it must have been a good thing, I thought.

A while later, the headboard hit the wall louder than I had ever heard before, even my bed vibrated. I could hear my mother, Rick and Jason screaming out dirty words. I lost track of who was telling who what to do who, my mind was still trying to sort out the probability that Jason must have been a weirdo, or was it that the kids at school were dead wrong in their assumptions that boys didn’t suck other boy’s dicks. When school commenced in September, I was going to be the most popular kid with my wealth of dirty knowledge.

Jason left in the wee hours of the morning. I could hear Rick and mom talking about their evening with the young man…

“You were right, hon., the boy did swing both ways” she giggled.

“I told you that I caught him checking me out in the can,” Rick laughed. “I almost told him to fuck off, then I remembered ya saying once how much you wanted to see two guys get it on. --I figured, what the fuck, try anything once, especially if it would please you. I guess I owed it to you for all the times we had another woman in bed.”

“That is so sweet, Ricky.” mom said so quietly that I had to strain my ears to hear. “I’m so glad that you’re open-minded that way.” The bed creaked and I heard a faint kiss.

“What’s a little cock in my mouth, --wasn’t all that bad, really. And if that pleases you, cupcake .

. .” Rick laughed, more giggles and kissing ensued, the headboard only tapped the wall; somehow I knew that they were fucking again, but slowly.

The last words I thought I heard before falling asleep were those of Rick. “I bet ya hope Robbie grows up with an open mind about sex, don’t ya, honey?”

“mmm, yes, . . . keep his options open, I guess. --Now please fuck me!”

“Well, --we should add it, now, while he’s learning about sex. I could teach him ya know the least I could do for you.” I heard mother laugh, then a hard slap to Rick’s bottom. “Pervert!”

The headboard began to slam the wall. Teach me what? Adults were so confusing sometimes. I fell asleep.

Rick took me along in his truck to price out new tires that morning. I loved the smell of rubber inside the store’s showroom. Tires taller than I dwarfed even the adults, standing upright supported only by bevelled footings that I avoided for fear one would fall over on me or worse yet, roll off its support and run me over.

When we climbed back into the truck via the walk in sleeper cab, Rick had that same awkward look that he had coming home from the movie theatre. He sat on the bed and motioned me to stand in front of him. He pulled off my t-shirt, lifted each foot and removed my sneakers and socks. The only words spoken at the time was that, “It was time I learned how to please a man.”

My shorts were unbuttoned, and my fly pulled down. He was breathing very heavy and his hands trembled. Down went my shorts that I stepped out of without being told, I had no idea why even though I was scared. His hand touched my privates over my ‘Spiderman’ briefs. He groped me and his other hand planted itself under my waistband on my bare rear, a finger ran up and down the length of my crack. My undies were lowered and his hand made unencumbered contact with my extending penis.

It felt nice. All of it. Even his teeth gently biting my nipples. Rick stood abruptly, removed his shirt and had me sit on the bed. His jeans and underwear went down to his thighs and his man-cock appeared even larger that I remembered. I knew what he wanted and nervously took hold of his warm, squishy manhood. The pink slit oozed a clear liquid. He brought my other hand to his soft and heavy balls that I cupped and weighed and had the sense to massage.

Rick put his cock to my lips, and once again, I knew what he wanted of me and opened my mouth to accept the thick sausage. It had a metallic, funky taste, not unpleasant. Nor was the musty scent as my nose neared his crotch, however, unable to take his length fully as my mother had. I gagged before realizing my limit. Rick allowed me that concession, half his cock was enough, the rest he guided my hand to pump, catching on, he left me on my own. He leaned over with his hands supporting his body against the rear wall of the bunk and looked down to watch me.

Rick’s man-milk took me by surprise. I choked at the first eruption hitting the back of my throat, the rest accumulated over my tongue and into the well of my lower jaw. The pungent taste was sour and an odour assaulted my sinuses. Rick broke the long silence and told me to swallow the goop. I once was dared by my mother to swallow a raw oyster, the texture was not unlike that sorry experience as it slid down my throat not once, but twice in order to void it all followed by as much saliva as I could muster to chase it down.

The man fluffed my hair telling me I did a great job, almost as good as my mother. He pulled up his underwear and jeans, and donned his shirt, taking that as my own queue to dress myself. Other than Rick telling me not to tell my mother what we did, we drove home without another word being said, a hint of his taste still in my mouth as a reminder. I had an uneasy feeling that what we did was wrong. My mother had not given her permission of Rick’s offer to teach me guy stuff; I guessed he was feeling guilty.

Disappointed that I wasn’t invited to sit in on their sex that night, I listened to them through the wall instead, painting a very clear picture from memory of them going at it. Hearing my mother suck his cock gave me chills. I knew exactly what it felt and tasted like in her mouth, even his manly crotch odour was vividly sensed. I swear for the briefest moment, I could taste that sour, creamy goop that nauseated me.

Their usual pillow talk followed. I put my ear to the wall so as not to miss anything muffled. Rick dropped a bombshell on the smitten women who screamed and giggled and smacking kisses ensued.

“I’ve been thinking, honey. Maybe it’s time for us to settle down together. You could quit that bar job and be a real mom to Robbie for once. Home all the time for him, baking cookies and cakes and stuff.”

“OH Rick!” she wailed, “You don’t know how badly I wanted us to be together and never thinking it would ever happen. A dream come true.”

“I have a confession to make, Katie. It may change your mind altogether after I tell you.”

“Nothing could be so bad and change my mind, Ricky.”

“I - I had sex with Robbie today… in my truck. I couldn’t control myself. I’ve been having those desires for him lately. Maybe it was the sex I had with Mike the other night that opened my eyes to the fact that I like boys: and I mean younger than Mike…way younger.”

I heard mother sobbing in the silence, then stutter, “Wha, what did you do with him?”

“I stripped him naked, played with his genitals, then had him give me a blowjob.”

“I - I can forgive you that one indiscretion, Rick. --It was a onetime thing, you lost your mind, like I did a few years ago fucking my barely 13 year old nephew. --It happens.”

My mom had sex with my cousin Alex? I remembered him staying with us for a weekend. I was seven then, and thought nothing of them sharing my mother’s larger bed rather than sleeping with me in my small one.

Mother went on, “There. We’ve shared a deep, dark secret with each other that we’re not proud of.”

“But you don’t understand, Katie. The conditions of you and I being a couple is that I get unrestricted access to Robbie. I need you to share me with him, otherwise…I leave here for good! We could still be a happy family. He’ll have a caring father, --I’ll even adopt him: and you won’t have to work in a sleazy bar another day in your life.”

“I don’t know, Rick. I really don’t know. He’s so young.”

“He’s almost eleven, and trust me, he was just as eager to fool around as I was. I sense that early puberty is just around the corner for him. He is very well developed for his age, I might add. And he, --he’s a natural born cock-sucker, Katie. I didn’t have to teach him much; he learned a great deal watching you.”

“I guess if he’s okay with it…”

“He’s okay with it, Katie. You’ve always had a open, honest relationship with him, not your average mother-son thing, so, ask him yourself.”

If my mother did ask me, my decision would hinge on whether or not Rick stayed in our lives or not. A father and a mother who would be home all the time baking goodies for me? Giving Rick blowjobs was a small price to pay for all that. I didn’t really mind when I did it in the truck, it wasn’t all that bad, I supposed. Their intimate conversation continued.

“I have another secret to tell, Katie. I was twelve when my mother started taking me to bed with her. Like Robbie, I was ahead of most other developing boys, at eleven I even had pubic hair growing in. She noticed the stains on my sheets. I couldn’t squirt much, but hard to miss when I used them to clean myself up twice a day, for seven days till laundry day.” Rick laughed.

“You fucked your own mother?” Mom asked.

“Almost every night until I was seventeen and had a serious girlfriend. My father was seldom home, he was a travelling salesman. She taught me everything a curious boy should know to become a great lover to a woman some day. She was a nymphomaniac and liked them young, even bedded several of my friends. I didn’t mind spreading the wealth; it made me very popular with the guys. Of course, they didn’t know I was doing her, too!”

“My god, Rick! --What the hell can I say?”

“Say that you’ll think about teaching your son the joy of heterosex, while I teach him homosex. We’ll each take one of his two virginities. I have no regrets about my mother. I think I was more respectful of the girls I dated than most guys were of their own. I didn’t crave blowjobs or intercourse and drive myself crazing chasing it. I was even a better student, concentrating on my studies rather than going out and chasing girls. I was sexually satisfied all through my teen years.”

“Tell me that you’re not insinuating that I fuck my own son. I love you, Rick, and would do almost anything you asked of me, but that… that’s disgusting!”

“Maybe in your closed mind it is. I’d much rather have sex with Robbie in the same bed with you. The three of us loving and sharing each other in bliss. A happy family by day, and even happier at night. Regardless, ya can think about everything else as long as you wish. I would respect your decision, but I come back to the original topic, --if all else, me and Robbie getting it on in his bed and with your blessings. Take it or leave it.”

She must have ‘took it,’ because Rick was in my bedroom later that night. He was silhouetted by the night light, naked, his cock was hard and stood in an upright position, his ball swayed as he walked to my bed and sat on the edge, one leg bent resting on the mattress, the other planted on the floor.

His smile was comforting, yet my whole body was tense. He slid a hand under the covers and over the material of my PJs, found my boy stuff and gently massaged me. Finding the open fly, he reached in and took out my boy dick. It felt nice being rubbed up and down snuggled between his thumb and fingers. I was scared, or so I thought until I started to succumb to the pleasure, his hand beating me faster the more I expanded. He wet his hand with saliva and it glided even nicer gently over the wonderfully sensitive bone, the covers rose and fell in time to with his hand.

Rick reached with his other hand and whipped away the covers completely off from body my. My bottoms followed with a swipe so hard that the material burned my legs coming off. Naked, he had full access with both hands over my entire groin area, pumping and rubbing my ball sac that was receding into my crotch.

Rick explained about jerking off and how it was every boy's most pleasurable pastime. What he was doing was called a hand job when doing the act for someone else. He told me to relax and enjoy what he was going to do next. He leaned over and took my swollen dick in his mouth. My first blowjob that he need not explain.

Everything made sense then, the reason why guys liked it so much. His warm wet mouth with his tongue flicking over my foreskin exposed crown was exhilarating. Rick kept telling me to relax and enjoy what he was doing. The more I relaxed, the better his mouth felt until I was quivering oblivious to my surroundings.

I came to my senses with the overwhelming urge to pee that I thought Rick should be aware of. He smiled at me, told me to just let it go and went back down. The feeling grew stronger until I couldn’t fight it off any longer. My scrotum tightened and ached and my inner shaft burned. Letting nature take its course at Rick’s expense, I caved in and let myself go. There was no usual flow of urine; the sensation was oddly much more rewarding than an early morning desperate pee. I could feel my dick spasm as if it wanted to void itself; every nerve in my body tingled and reflex shot me up a foot off my back to stare down at Rick, confused about what was happening to me.

Rick moved up to my face, our noses touching, and he said in a whisper, “Congratulations, Robbie, you just had your first orgasm!” He lay down beside me staring with that shit eating grin, meanwhile the tense muscles in my body were beginning to relax as he explained life’s mysteries, and how I would produce semen in the not too distant future. I felt ecstatically proud.

I rested with my head on his chest. He had placed my hand on his thick erection, warm and meaty like ‘play-doh.’ When I felt his hand at the back of my head, I knew what he wanted without being told and gave it to him with all the vigour and gusto I could muster. Not long after, swallowing down his deposit, still rather gross, but without self-complaint. I wondered how long my mother had been standing at the door.

to be continued . . .

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