Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2003 01:47:09 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: David's Early Years. Chapter 1

WARNING:	This story is homoerotic in content, This eans that if
features sex between consenting men, youths and maybe boys.

 If you don't like this sort of stuff LEAVE NOW. If you are under age in
your particular are LEAVE NOW. If you're OK with this READ ON.

In my alternate Universe there are no such things as AIDS and STDs so my
characters have no use for condoms and the like.

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This story should go into around six or seven Chapters and concerns our
hero from his first sexual experience aged 12 until he's around 16 and
finds a regular boyfriend. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TWO SCENES OF NON
CONSENTUAL SEX BETWEEN AND EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD AND AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD BOY,
THE REMAINING CHAPTERS ARE STRAIGHTFORWARD TEEN/TEEN SEX AND THERE IS NO
MORE RAPE.



DAVID'S EARLY YEARS


by


G. Cutter


Chapter One:   	Grant the Teenage Pedo?


David Gardiner had just celebrated his eleventh birthday, he was slender,
sallow skinned and dark haired and maybe a little underdeveloped for his
age. Some unkind people compared him to a Romanian orphan but he didn't
care, he was happy in his own little world. He had plenty of school chums
and a reasonably happy home life. On this particular night he sat and
watched the family television and wondered what time his mother would be
in, it was a bit late but tomorrow was Saturday and therefore no school.

His mother, now divorced had given birth to David when she was barely
eighteen herself and then the father had disappeared when David was about
two years old. His mother had been through a string of boyfriends with a
view to marriage but not too many of the young men she met wanted to take
onboard a ready made family. David was beginning to be a drag on her
romantic ambitions and she made a point of letting him know every now and
then.

However, at the end of the day she always put David first and if the
current boyfriend didn't like it he could lump it.

Her latest beau was a mere eighteen, a regular toyboy. Mrs Gardiner shacked
up with an eighteen year old and with a twelve year old son, she was quite
the talk of the street. The boyfriend, Grant, got on well with David maybe
because of his age, they were close enought be brothers and were often
mistaken as such, Susan Gardiner seemed to find the whole situation
amusing. David thought Grant was smashing, he took him to Alton Towers he
even took him out in his delivery van, David thought he was a bit strong on
the touchy feely side but if he was shacked up with mum he'd got to be OK,
hadn't he?

David had absolutely no recollection of his father and wasn't really
fussed, all he knew was his mum's firm and sometimes strict handling and
the endless string of 'Uncles' This and That. He found Grant's skylarking
and Grant's habit of wrestling him to the floor a welcome break from his
mother's more sedate regime. David needed some fun in his life, his mother
was constantly broke and they had little to go around, they were members of
the underclass that exist in any affluent society, still, things would get
better. Mum said so.

He heard the sound of the front door and realised it was that time in the
evening, the local pub had closed and his mum and Grant had returned. He
should have been in bed so he kept quiet, he didn't need the hassle. He
heard stumbling in the hall and his mum's slurred voice, perhaps she was
ill, perhaps she was drunk. It wouldn't be the first time.

'I've got to go to bed, dear,' he heard his mother talking to Grant. 'Say
goodnight to Davey for me and make sure he goes to bed. I know he's in
there watching the box.'

'No probs,' Grant replied.

A few moments later Grant came into the room and switched the television
off. 'Your mum's a bit poorly, I'll do you some cocoa and you'd better hit
the sack.'

'Saturday tomorrow, no school,' David smiled with all the charm he could
muster, he didn't want to upset Grant. 'We still going to Chessington
tomorrow?' David had a one track mind, a sick mother was one thing, a
promise of a visit to the Zoo with the overgenerous Grant was another thing
all together.

'Yeah, I expect so,' Grant laughed. He stood behind David and placed his
hand on the back of the boy's neck. 'Come on, Champ. Kitchen.' David
wriggled as he felt the pleasing sensation of Grant's hand stroke his neck
almost a caress.

Half an hour later he was in his small bedroom sitting on his narrow bed
removing his slippers and socks. Grant peered around the door and came into
the room.

'Get undressed, get your jimjams on,' Grant sat on the room's only battered
chair by David's homework desk.

David grinned tiredly eager to please his pseudo dad. Grant was pretty good
looking to David's eyes he resembled Ronan Keating one of the boy's pop
idols, fair haired, looked tough but was a softy at heart. David took off
his t-shirt and unselfconciously dropped his jeans and stood on his cotton
y-fronts slowly unfolding his clean pyjamas. He could feel Grant watching
him but he didn't care, Grant had seen him in the bath before now.

'Come here, Davey,' Grant muttered thickly.

Unsuspecting David approached the seated young man and without protest
allowed himself to be pulled onto Grant's lap.

'Mmm, Davey,' Grant sighed and stroked David's bony shoulder and then
slipped his hand onto the boy's cocoa swollen belly. David wriggled and
giggled as he felt Grant's other hand slip into the back of his pants and
clasp his firm young buns

'I should get into bed,' David wriggled, he rather liked this. 'Mum'll get
annoyed.'

'So she will,' Grant smiled and slipped his other hand into the front of
David's y-fronts and softly clasped the boy's relaxed penis. 'Wow, you're
going to be a very well endowed lad in a few years.'

David didn't know what Grant meant but snuggled into the young man's
shoulder as he felt an unfamiliar warmth in his dick and he felt it begin
to fill out.

'Mmm,' David snuggled into Grant's warmth as he felt his underwear being
slipped down his legs and his bum and genitalia being exposed to the
air. Grant nuzzled at his neck and kissed his shoulders. David smiled
happily, Grant was his friend.

'Go to go,' Grant muttered red faced and sweating slightly. 'I might come
in and visit later.'

'OK,' David stood with his eleven year old erection sticking out like a
nail and climbed into his pyjama bottoms, he never wore the top half and
wondered why his mother bought them as he clamered into bed and slid under
the duvet, he was exhausted it had been a long day. He didn't know what
Grant had been doing but the close contact had been nice and he was a bit
upset that it had ended so soon, Grant was nice.

Grant on leaving the room gave David one last kiss before turning off the
lights. David noticed that his mother's lover had a lump at the front of
his trousers and wondered why Grant had a stiffy as well.

David knew all about stiffies, hard-ons, woodies and all the rest of it, he
was in a class of eleven year olds who seemed to spend half their school
term talking about such things. Some even had hair around their dicks, some
even claimed to have done the mysterious cum, the rougher boys called it
spunking. It was all a bit of an unexplored territory to David, whereas
other boys slept over with their friends and no doubt explored, David's
mother didn't encourage sleepovers probably due to the small size of the
council place she'd been given and shame at living so close to the poverty
line.

David dozed off in the comfort of his bed and it was later in the night
that he drowsily opened his eyes, he had heard movement in his room and
assumed that his mother was looking in on him, but the figure he saw in the
dim light wasn't his mother, it was Grant.

'Whassup?'

'Ssssh,' Grant hissed and moved closer to the bed. 'Move over Davey.'

David obligingly moved over and Uncle Grant slipped into the narrow bed.

'Come here you little darling,' Grant cuddled the boy and kissed him long
and hard under the jaw and on the neck. David writhed as he felt Grant's
stubble scratch is smooth skin and the young man's hands roam up and down
his body. He froze as he felt Grants hot lips and slippery tongue move down
onto his belly and the man's hands start to slide his trousers down. 'Get
'em off,' Grant husked as he pulled David's slight body onto himself and
then sank his lips onto David's.

'No,' David squawked but found his mouth filled with Grant's hotly
searching tongue, David felt a moments nausea as beery breath filled his
mouth. He could feel a hot mass laying pressed against his thin legs and
knew that it was Grant's dick and it was as hard as a pole, to the boy it
felt massive. 'Stop it, I wanna go to mum.'

'No you don't,' Grant was suddenly serious, David felt the danger in the
young man. 'It's just you and me, Davey boy.' David felt himself turned
onto his side away from Grant and the young man's dick slipping between his
legs, he even felt the belly hair pressed against his bottom. 'Say anything
about this....' Grant whispered. 'They'll take you away and put you in a
place for evil boys.'

'What,' David was confused, he wasn't doing anything, Grant had started it,
why was it his fault?

'Sssh,' Grant whispered again and his hands caressed from David's shoulders
down past his hips and to his thigh's. 'You are so beautiful, Davey,' Grant
slipped a hand around front and grasped David's cock and balls, the other
hand slipped between the boy's ultra smooth cheeks.

'Whatcha doing,' David almost cried, he didn't mind the hand on his dick
but the other fingers were forcing their way into his private place. He
sighed with relief as the fingers suddenly with drew but a few fumbling
moments later they slipped between his cheeks again but this time they were
slippery, Grant had somehow oiled or greased his fingers.

'Gerroff, Grant, he almost cried out but the hand on his dick had moved up
and was over his mouth. David was lost, Grant was a young man and well
built, he had they boy at his mercy. David silently screamed, he'd felt
fingers force his pert little buns apart and now a finger had slipped into
his bumhole and was moving in and out. He reddened in the dark with the
shame of it, surprisingly enough his own boy cock was as hard as a rock.

David tensed as he felt an oiled lump slip up between his cheeks and
replace the probing fingers, he knew exactly what was going to happen, he'd
heard sniggering conversations about this at school.

'You've got a lovely arse, David,' Grant's hot breath was on David's neck
and then David felt an intolerable pressure on his bumhole He tried to
clamp his buns to deny the entry but he had no chance against the rapist on
his back.

'Yaaaah.' David tried to bite Grant's restraining hand as tears exploded
from his eyes. The shock and the pain were intense, he felt as if he was
being torn apart by Grant's mansized pole entering his body. Mum's
boyfriend was raping him, he was being used as a bumboy, a woman, he was
being fucked. He'd heard about this at school and he'd never really
believed any of it. This was Sexual Education the hard way.

'Beautiful, Davey. It won't take long,' Grant purred as he forced his way
into the tightly constricting passage, into the firm but yielding flesh. He
began to move to and fro as he felt the boy's body begin to accept his
aching penis. Grant kissed the boy's neck and smiled, he'd suffered months
of the drunken mother but now was payoff time. He was getting to fuck one
of the sexiest little eleven year olds in the county. As the boy tightened
his underdeveloped muscles in resistance he moved faster and deeper, David
had lost the war.

Grant removed his hand from David's mouth and placed then placed them both
on the boy's slim hips and began to fuck for real, he felt his cock deep
inside the boy's hot flesh and his pubics press against David's soft
bottom, David was his. He rolled the boy onto his belly and forced open the
kids legs, this was it, this was the endgame.

'Mum,' David cried into the pillow. His trusted Uncle Grant was now fucking
for real, David could feel a burning sensation and Grant's big cock
slipping in and out of his bottom, it seemed to fill his belly and there
was something else, he was still as hard as a rock, he could feel his own
erection being forced to rub againt the bed with Grant;s movements.

'You love it, Davey,' Grant whispered as he slid hard and deep into his
beautiful little victim. 'You little fairy.' As David began to sob into the
pillow Grant began to dig deeper and harder, he could feel his climax
rising, the heat was moving upwards.

David cried his eyes out as Grant slammed into his tender flesh, his bum
was on fire and Grant's dick seemed to swell even more. Suddenly it was all
over. David went into shock as he felt the thing inside him swell and begin
to pump. He wriggled as he felt hot liquid splashed in his belly. Grant had
cum.  Grant slowed down, he gently moved his cum soaked cock in and out
letting the boy get used to it. 'You're a lovely fuck, Davey.'

'Pervert.' It was the nastiest word David knew.

'Yeah,' Grant agreed cheerfully as he slid his softening penis from the
boy's flooded bum. 'Not a word,' he warned as he covered the shocked boy
with the duvet and left the room.

David huddled up in the bed, he was so alone. His bum was sore, he could
feel liquid in his bottom and oil between his cheeks, he cried himself to
sleep.

The following day David was subdued and confused, he didn't know whether to
tell mum or not. He hadn't got any close friends to turn to, he felt
totally and utterly lost ..... what the Hell could he do.

All through breakfast which Grant made the young man acted normally
although giving David one or two warning glances. David's mother was hung
over and cancelled the Chessington trip which was a relief to the boy, the
thought of being nice to Grant was unbearable. David was only eleven but he
was pretty smart, Grant had done the dirty deed once and he'd want to do it
again. David sniffed, his bum hurt and the thought of Grant visiting him in
the night was a bad dream come true, he'd have to run away, it was the only
solution. The day wore on and if David's mother noticed any coolness from
David to her young lover she gave no sign.

The crunch came when she decided to go to the doctor's on a matter
unrelated to the previous night's boozing.

'I'll be down there a couple of hours,' she told Grant. 'This place is a
bloody shambles, boys. You can have a tidy up whilst I'm gone.'

'OK,' Grant grinned. 'We can keep ourselves busy, dunno about the tidy up
though,' he flopped onto the sofa and turned the TV on.

'Situation normal,' David's mum scowled and was on her way.

David shuddered, his bum felt a little better. He didn't know what had
happened but when he'd woken up in the morning he'd been as hard as a rock
but there had been a crusted stickiness on the sheet and some also on his
belly, he didn't think it was Grant's. He felt a little bit excited,
perhaps he'd done the spunking the older boys talked about. Thinking back
in the cold light of day, he didn't mind the kissing and cuddling but he
certainly didn't like the other bit, the fuck stuff. That hurt and hurt was
not what he wanted.

'So, how do you feel, David?'

'Alright,' David sat down on the other side of the room well away from
Grant. He felt his eyes drawn to the fork of Grant's legs but there was no
bulge there today. Perhaps he was safe.

'Sit here,' Grant patted the sofa alongside.

'No.'

'C'mon,' Grant wheedled. 'No naughty stuff.'

David grudgingly sat alongside his 'uncle' safe in his boyish trust in
adults.

'You'll get over it,' Grant spoke softly and put his arms around David's
bony shoulders.

'You reckon?'

'I talked to your mother and she said it's OK but we've got to keep it
quiet and not talk about it, especially to her. She said that it's a you
and me thing and that she doesn't want to get involved.'

'She didn't,' David squawked in disbelief, surely his mum wouldn't allow
this sort of thing.

'Yeah, she did,' Grant insisted. 'Come here,' he pulled the confused boy
closer and softly kissed his neck. 'You like that, Davey, dontcha?' His
tongue traced a a line around David's ear and then back down to the slender
throat.

'It tickles,' David giggled unsure of what was going on as he felt Grant's
hands inside his t-shirt stroking his smooth skin. He trembled as he felt
Grant lift the garment up over his head.

'Nothing heavy,' Grant whispered kissing David's tiny nipples first one and
then the other.

'Alright,' David let Grant proceed only half accepting the fact that his
mother approved.

'Come on, Davey. I'll do something for that dicky of yours.' Grant lowered
his head and pulled the front of David's track suit bottoms down, as David
remained silent he then tugged David's small y-fronts out and down exposing
the boy's penis which unsurprisingly was hard with it's tiny foreskin well
clear of it's cherry red glans.  'That's gonna be a big 'un,' Grant
chuckled and then to David's horror swallowed the morsel whole.

'Ooh,' David wailed but was held firm by his mother's lover . Grant coaxed
Davis to stand and then with a hand on each of David's firm buns ran his
mouth up and down David's boy hardness. David was in heaven, he'd never
imagined anything like this could be so good, he swayed making vague in and
out motions towards Grant's avidly sucking mouth, he stroked Grant's
scruffy blonde hair.

The pleasure didn't last to long, David felt a burning in his barely
devloped ballsac and he thought he was going to pee into Grant's mouth and
that would be so gross. He struggled to get free but Grant redoubled his
efforts.

'Aaaah,' David jerked and he felt his cock pulse and a burning sensation in
the tip and then peace. His small body slumped in Grant's firm grip.

Grant grinned with satisfaction. 'I bet that was your first,' he licked his
lips and taking David's slippery penis in his fingers he squeezed it out
like a tube of toothpaste. 'See.'

David looked down in horror. There was an opaque white pearl of something
oozing from his pee slit.

'What is it?' His voice quavered.

'I think it was your first cum,' Grant grinned cheerful. It was surprising
what a good fucking could do for a boy. He fondled David's spent erection
in his hands drying the saliva with his warmth, this kid was going to be a
Donkey Kong in a year or so, it was nearly four inches limp, the whole
thing seemed outsized on a kid as skinny as this. He looked up as he
fondled David's soft bubble butt. Tonight, my boy, he promised himself. Sod
the thirty year old woman, he'd take the eleven year old lad every time, so
tight, so smooth.....He remembered something he'd heard a few years back;

		A girl for a boy,
		A boy for a man, and
		A goat for pure delight.

He'd go for the middle bit, he didn't fancy goats. He coaxed David back
onto the sofa and laid him out stroking the kid's dark hair surprisingly
bristly for one so young.

'Wanna do me, Davey?'

'What?' David was mystified.

'I sucked yours, you wanna suck mine,' he leant over and stroked David's
still exposed bottom. 'Or.....'

'Yeah, alright,' David mumbled, he knew what the option was and he didn't
want any of that, he was still sore from last night.

He goggled as Grant undid his fly and fumbled around finally producing hard
flesh which in David's inexperienced eyes was massive. Grant was
circumcised which was another shock for the boy, he thought everyone had
foreskins. Grant just had a bare bulbous head which was almost
glowing. David fleetingly thought of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer but
this was not a time for laughter. He shuffled up a bit and took a tentative
lick at the pale skinned shaft and Grand sighed. David got more adventurous
and licked the head, Grant reached out and held him and coaxed him down
onto his strange erection. David didn't mind too much, it tasted clean, it
was only flesh, just like sucking your arm. He started to bob his head up
and down accompanied by Grant's moans of pleasure.

'Faster, Davey,' Grant moaned. 'I'm nearly there,' he shoved his hips up
nearly choking the boy and held David's head tightly, he was basically face
fucking the boy.

David struggled to get free, he knew something bad was going to happen but
not what. He found out an instant later.

'Jeeez,' Grant gave a shuddering moan and his cock burst and spurted into
David's small mouth. He choked and gagged as he felt Grant's dick spurt
what seemed to be shot after shot of musty smelling, slippery white cum
deep into the back of his throat. He had to swallow, he had to gulp it down
or he would have died.

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?' David's mother had come into the house
silently but she wasn't silent now. She took in the scene and went
ballistic.

'GET OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT,' she was screaming at Grant. 'GET TO YOUR
FUCKIN' ROOM,' She yelled at David and gave him a backhander as he made a
rapid exit trying to pull up his clothing.

'GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FILTHY PIG, YOU PEDO-FUCKIN'-THING. GET OUT RIGHT
NOW.'  That was the last David heard as he rushed into his room and slammed
the door. Fully clothed he jumped onto the bed and pulled the duvet over
his heat. His mother was pretty laid back in spite of being church mouse
poor but when she had one of her spats they were absolutely nuclear. He
cowered under the bedding shaking with fear.

He heard the crash of crockery, more shouting and then more things being
thrown around. He grinned in the dark, it was payback time for Grant. The
crashing and bashing seemed to go on for ever, finally the door slammed and
he heard Grant's van start up and drive away. He thought of adventuring out
but decided against it, he didn't want to meet his mum just yet. He
snuggled under the duvet and slept. He was an eleven year old boy and his
whole world had fallen in on him, he didn't know what was going to happen
to him and his mind just went into shutdown. He was in a mild shock and so
he slept on.

The room was in total darkness when he awoke, under the edge of the duvet
he could see that the room light had come on, he had no idea of the time at
all but it was nightime, the day had gone. He felt a shake and the duvet
was gently drawn from his head, he peered out with squinting eyes to see
his mother standing with a tray in her hands. He suddenly realised that he
hadn't eaten all day, he was starving.

'Eat,' His mother's eyes were red with crying, she placed the tray which
carried sandwiches and a large cup of cocoa on the bedside unit. She sat
down silently and watched David as he wolfed down his food sparing her the
ocassional nervous glance.

'Tell me about it in your words,' She finally spoke. 'Take your time, tell
me everything, all the gory details.'

'I didn't want to.....'

'I know,' she smiled reassuringly. 'I have to know, this thing can't be a
secret between us, I'm your mother. Don't be frightened of me for God's
sake, I love you, David.'

Between eating and drinking his cocoa he told the full sorry tale from
Grant creeping into his bedroom the previous night right upto the point
when she had burst into the room. He slumped down in the bed when he had
finished, he was on the verge of tears.

'Alright, Davey.' His mother stood up and patted his head. 'I'm going to
make you another cocoa, you get undressed and get into bed properly and
then we'll have a little chat.' She went to leave the room but turned
before she did 'You should have told me you silly boy, I'm your mother, I
love you, David. I'd never let anybody harm you ... never.'

David let out a long gusty breath. She wasn't mad at him, she wasn't going
to send him away, he still had his mum and Grant was gone, Grant was
history.

His mother came back into the room with a fresh cup of cocoa which she set
down by David. 'I'll have to be a bit fussier with the boyfriends in
future,' she smiled bitterly.

'What's happened to Grant?' David asked he was nervous of retribution from
the young man, who from the silence of the house, seemed to have left.

'Don't worry about that bi-sexual boy lover,' she sat on the edge of the
bed and looked at her boy. 'I've got friends around here and at the local
Police Station, a few hints here, a few hints there .... he won't be back.'

'Oh,' David felt a little better and sipped his cocoa.

'This never happened,' his mother went on. 'It will never be mentioned
again ... ever.'

David nodded.

'In time you'll find a nice girlfriend but that's a long way ahead,' she
seemed to think for a minute. 'You're getting to the stage where boys start
to play around with each other,' she smiled slightly as David turned a deep
red. 'No matter. You'll do what all boys do but put this out of your mind.'
She spoke the last few words slowly and clearly.

'Yes, mum,' David could still feel the heat on his face but the flush was
fading.

'I don't know if you'll grow up gay or straight and I don't care because
you're my son and I love you,' she stood up and then sat down again. 'How's
your back ... your bum? She looked at the floor in embarassment.

'Alright, a bit sore.'

'No bleeding or anything?'

'No,' David wailed, this conversation was so cringe making.

'Thank God.' She looked at him and smiled. 'If you ever want to talk about
the last twenty four hours you talk to me. No teachers, no mates, no
one. Do you understand me, David?'

'Yes, mum.'

'Good. Get some sleep,' She stood by the door. 'Charlie next door is taking
us down to Chessington tomorrow, I think we need to treat ourselves after
today.' His mother blew him a goodnight kiss, turned off the light and left
leaving the door slightly ajar.

'Nite, mum,' David snuggled down into his bed. He never forgot Grant
althought the memory faded in time. His mother never raised the subject
again and David's small world was back on track.


					To be continued



Chapter 2	Chinese Crackers


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