Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 14:11:35 +0100 (BST) From: Peter Wilson Subject: The Right Education 1 This story is, of course, pure fiction and events such as written here never ever happen. It's a great fantasy situation so if you enjoy let me know. If you may have had similar fantasies when you were young you may care to share them with me. My email is henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk Chapter 1 I grew up in a nice area of England just a bit south of the midlands. My dear father worked as a store man/clerk in a company that made machines for the printing industry. My mother also worked in the same company as an accounts clerk. We lived in a nice small village that had been originally constructed by the original builders of the factory, around 1850 or so. The workers and the company had great times and everyone was pleased to be part of this big company `family'. We all attended the local parish church and the `boss' of the company also always attended every church function and was at times extremely generous at these events. Also there were factory sports days and fairs, and summer festivals and great Christmas gatherings. It was a great place for an eight year old to be living in. For the Christmas pageant that year I had a part as an elf with a little green suit that was fitted with a short skirt. I was tremendously pleased to have this part and I was so excited just before the start that I pissed my pants. I didn't know what to do so rather than wear smelly piss stained pants I took them off and threw then outside the church hall window. Towards the end of my part I had to sit on the edge of the stage directly in front of Mr. Stevenson, who was the Managing Director of the big company. When I sat I didn't realize that my little skirt lifted up revealing to the man my little hairless uncut cocklet and balls. When I stood up I gave the man a wonderful view of my nice little boy bum. After the performance everyone gathered in the hall for some supper and cakes and to distribute some company presents to the children. When my name was called out I excitedly hurried to get my gift from the man. As I stood in front of him he lifted me up in his strong arms and told everyone present what a wonderful job I did in the pageant. As he did so his finger found my bare little balls and then my pantless little shit hole. The man rubbed his finger over my hole and then stabbed into me. I jumped a little but then looked at the man's smiling face and lent up and kissed him on the cheek. My gift was a beautiful model car, something that my father could never afford to buy me. As we were all leaving the function some time later Mr. Stevenson stopped my mother and father and again told them what a fine young man I was and that he was having some of his relatives children over to stay in his big house next weekend and he asked if I would like to assist him with entertaining these boys. My father almost bowed to the floor with such a request and both he and my mother agreed in unison that, Yes, I would be pleased to be there. On the Wednesday evening Mr. Stevenson' s big black Rolls Royce stopped outside our house and the man himself knocked at our front door. Something about his finger action to me the previous Sunday returned so I removed my school trousers and put on my green elf suit again, without any underpants. As I had enjoyed his finger touch, I had been putting things in my little hole since Sunday evening and knew that with some butter or Vaseline the feeling was better and it didn't hurt. I raced downstairs after applying some Vaseline, which I had found in our bathroom, and rushed to greet the great man. He smiled when he saw me in my green outfit and immediately picked me up, in front of my parents and again his hand covered my bare bottom and after a tickle on my balls a finger slipped easily into my shit tube. He looked at me with a wonderful expression on his face as his finger moved around inside me and I snuggled up against his big chest. Two fingers now found my little cock and they pushed the foreskin back, which was such a sensation that my cock went stiff. He lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered to me about how I was an excellent boy and he knew I would have a lot of fun next weekend. Mr. Stevenson told my parents that a company van would call for me of Friday evening, and that it wasn't necessary to pack any clothing as he would have some new items of clothing there for me. My mother was really overwhelmed by all this, and thanked Mr. Stevenson profusely. Somehow I knew that his finger in my hole was going to be a major benefit for me and my parents. The company van arrived as scheduled and I was soon bouncing over the county roads heading for the big house. I had not worn any underpants, just my school trousers, shirt and school blazer. Mum had insisted that I take my best grey school jumper, so I did. The house was awe inspiring. It was huge and I felt the front entry area was so big that our entire house could fit inside it. I was taken into a side room and left for a few minutes before Mr. Stevenson arrived. He shook my hand and then like magic a section of the wall pivoted and holding my hand he lead me down the narrow dark hallway to another room. The warmth in this room was wonderful, so I soon had my blazer off and folded neatly on a small table together with my jumper. "Well, young man. You certainly are a delight, aren't you. Very eager to please and a very astute thinker as well." I stood there looking at this man, now realizing that he was wearing only a nice dark red silk dressing gown. I could see his bare legs underneath and his slippers. "Now I would like you to show me how nice you look. Please take off your shirt." I carefully unbuttoned my grey school shirt and again neatly folded it and placed it on my blazer. He walked over to me and his warm hands now slid down from my shoulders over my undeveloped chest and then around my waist and up over my back. What I haven't told you is that I was very pretty, with what my mother always told me where "Shirley Temple ringlets" in my light brown, almost blonde hair. I was just four feet ten inches tall and very skinny, but my bum was a well rounded pair of really nice soft globes. Since the previous Sunday's finger insertion in my hole I had been looking at myself naked in the long mirror in our tiny bathroom and had several times bent over so I could see my little pink crinkle that was my hole. It's no wonder Mr. Stevenson enjoyed putting his finger in my hole. I was smart enough to know that if I didn't do everything he asked me to do, then my parents jobs would be very much in jeopardy. In fact my father had almost pleaded with me to do everything Mr. Stevenson asked of me and not to say anything to him, or refuse to do anything. My little thin body felt good with this man rubbing his warm hands over me. Then his fingers found my fly buttons and commenced undoing them. My grey flannel school trousers were now around my ankles and the man's fingers were encasing my cock and pulling my little foreskin back to reveal my suddenly hardening and expanding little knob. He then started to play with my balls and soon that welcome finger was exploring my Vaseline greased hole and soon had me writhing with feeling as it poked around inside me. I had washed my hole before I left home and pushed some Vaseline up into it with my own fingers as I knew full well that the finger in the hole scene would be a very early happening with Mr. Stevenson. "I am so very pleased with you young master Peter. I know that you are going to be a very welcome visitor here in the future. Tonight you will have some fun and experience some games that you will love for the rest of your life. How old are you Peter?" I told him I was 8 but would have my ninth birthday on January 20, and he smiled. The man bent down now to untie my shoe laces and remove my shoes and socks, but as he did so my cock brushed against his lips. Suddenly this absolutely wonderful feeling swamped me as my cock slipped into the warm moist mouth. His tongue danced around under my foreskin, which I had washed, and my body just spasmed. By now I felt a second finger slide up inside my hole, and the tune they played on the walls of my tube, plus the tongue battle under my erect little knob made me swoon so much I passed out for a few seconds. The mouth continued to bring out previously unfelt feelings and my little body humped and bumped with the two fingers now fully inserted. At that moment I looked down to see this huge man cock standing stiff out of Mr. Stevenson's smooth naked groin. I didn't know too much about pubic hairs at that age, but I had seen several of the older boys swimming naked in the village stream and knew they had very small patches of hair over their cocks. The head on this man cock was very large and round and was dripping this long string of clear pearl. I wanted to touch it but I couldn't reach. I placed my hands on the man's head and held him so that he would know that his sucking on my cock was being encouraged. Then the door we had entered from opened and a very nice small boy about 12 or so entered. He was nicely dressed and had blonde curly hair that fell over his sparkling blue eyes. He too was slightly built and was wearing short school trousers similar to the ones I had worn over to the house. His legs were much more developed than mine and I was impressed with his beauty and sprightly skipping as he almost bounced over to join us. "Dear Sir, is this the new boy? Oh my, he is pretty isn't he?" he questioned Mr. Stevenson. As the boy approached my cock was left wet and stiff as the man kissed the boy who was about 5 or so inches taller than myself, but just as skinny. Again as I looked at him I thought he was very, very pretty too. The new boy, Rupert, now quickly took off his clothes and stood there naked. His cock was about 4, maybe 5 inches long, not thin but with a little bulb for its knob. It was very stiff and sticking out from his groin. It looked a little different from mine, which I now knew got stiff when I saw other cocks or when I pulled my long foreskin back. I had smelt the nasty smell and knew that I should wash it well there and I made sure that I did that each morning as I cleaned my teeth. There in front of me was a 12 year old naked boy with a beautiful smooth hair free body, very white, except for his mid pink nipples that stood out. They were far bigger than mine and the little nibs were poking out. He grabbed Mr. Stevenson's big hard cock and started to rub his small hand up and down the shaft. Then he bent forward and his little mouth opened and he completely covered the clear spilling knob. He sucked and sucked, but soon Mr. Stevenson pushed him away. I now realized that Mr. Stevenson had now discarded his lovely rich red dressing gown. I could see his enormous hairless cock and big smooth very low hung balls, that reminded me of the bulls balls I often admired at country fairs. I wanted to touch them. Now I was lifted up onto a small bed with nice clean white sheets. Both Rupert and Mr. Stevenson started to lick me all over with young Rupert paying great attention to my cock and balls. There was a bowl of `stuff' on a table next to the bed and I watched as the naked nice man got some of this slippery stuff and started to push globs of it into my hole. I was pleased as his fingers had become quite dry and I was looking forward to having more fingers inside me. Rupert sucked my cock and balls, and also fingered my hole and then scooped up some of the slippery and rubbed it over his cock. I was told to lie on my tummy and then Rupert climbed on my back and I felt his hand start to guide his cock into my hole. With a gentle push my well lubed little hole opened and my first cock had entered me. This was to be the first of many over the next 50 years. If this story tickles your fancy, then email me at henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk Always interested in any form of stimulus.