Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2011 11:36:15 +0100
From: John Price <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: John's Early Learning Chapter 4

JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING
by John P
Copyright 2011

Chapter 4

My need to keep seeing Uncle Fred was overwhelming. Looking back now, it
seemed like an addiction and I don't know why. It seemed like I was on a
high every time I found him at home at Grandma's house. He wasn't at all
good-looking; his nose was a bit too big and he had several teeth missing
so why was I so keen on seeing him? But I never took that into
consideration at all. My weekly Saturday visits to do jobs for her had
become less of a chore now, although the absence of my uncle kind of took
the wind out of my 14-year-old sails.

The next time that I found him at home, he started to embarrass me by
poking the tip of his tongue out and wiggling it suggestively. I didn't
know where to look and I'm sure my face must have been beet-red. He also
occasionally felt me up when we were in the kitchen so that Grandma
couldn't see. She was quite deaf so any noise we made was kept between
us. I wanted to feel his big cock too but I didn't dare. I still couldn't
pluck up the courage to feel it without specific invitation, even though
we'd been very intimate on quite a number of occasions. Why was I behaving
this way? It made no sense.

We used to leave the house separately, I suppose so that Grandma didn't
suspect anything. I'd meet up with him out of sight of the house and then,
after throwing my bike up onto the truck, we'd be off. I thought we would
be going to the shed again but it turned out not to be.

We drove out into the countryside again and eventually parked on the
roadside and he led me through some fields, all unfamiliar to me. After
looking all around to make sure we couldn't be seen, he lay down and pulled
me down next to him.

Once again he began to kiss me and I responded, our tongues pushing back
and forth into each other's mouth. I was becoming quite adept at this now
but to be honest, I could have done without it. It wasn't that it was a man
I was kissing, but it was the idea of somebody else's spit I was swallowing
that didn't sit quite right with me. I have never felt particularly
comfortable with tongues in mouths, even in my adult years with women and
men. But anyway, my uncle was an adult so I couldn't really refuse, could
I?

His hands were busy the whole time, playing through my clothes with my bum
and my little dick. Here I was, lying there, being molested by my uncle and
enjoying it immensely. He began to work his hand inside my pants to play
with me but it was difficult with his big hands for him to move them around
so he started to undress me. I was naked in a very short time and he then
began to pull his own clothes off. I was very interested because I had
never seen him, or any other male, absolutely naked.

What a shock! His cock was immense compared to my puny little thing, a
veritable thing of power and virility. His pubic hair was a light ginger
colour and he had quite a bit of chest hair. I had only actually seen his
cock sticking out of his overalls before so I'd never seen the full length
of it. At the shed last time we were together, I had been bent over a
workbench when he'd fucked me between my legs. And while I had stayed in
that position after he'd shot his spunk, he'd cleaned his cock up and put
it away before I'd had a chance to see the whole thing.

But another shock was to come.

He had no ball-sack! Where was it? My child mind couldn't quite work this
out. I wasn't yet au fait with human biology but I was fairly sure that
balls were needed to shoot spunk. How did he manage it? And so much?

He lay next to me and started kissing me again. His hands were now free to
roam wherever he wanted and he stroked my buttocks and in my arse-crack. I
opened my legs without being told and he ran his fingers around my
bum-hole, just as he had done in the shed previously. His cock was hard and
pressing into my own little dick and the sensation was electric.

Then came another first. His mouth left mine and he licked one of my
nipples. Wow! He licked and sucked and it made me think, 'Oh yes, that's
what men do to girls,' and it never occurred to me that men could do it to
men. Why would they, after all? So here I lay while he was pretending to do
me like a little girl. That was OK, I could relate to that. You tried to do
these things to girls, didn't you? That's what boys did.

Next, he was sucking and licking my other nipple and I wondered if it felt
the same to girls. I suppose it must have. He gently nibbled or nipped it
and I winced. My chest was wet with all this oral attention but it was
enjoyable just the same. He went lower and my little dick was suddenly in
this warm wet place. His tongue pressed against the underside of my willy
as his fingers continued to feel up my bum-hole from behind me. The next
wonderful feeling came when he took one of my little balls into his mouth
and started to tongue it. It was then that I realised he didn't have any
balls himself, at least not where you could get to them. That must have
been why he was so keen on doing things to mine.

My ball-sack was wet through by this time, what with him slobbering all
over it. He took my other ball into his mouth and gave it the same
treatment as the first. He released my ball and began to run his tongue
between my balls and also behind them to my perineum. I was so hot now that
I wanted him to make me cum as soon as possible. But he didn't. Instead
came another first.

He got up, then lay down again next to me but top to toe. What was he
doing? We were on our sides and I was now looking straight at that enormous
cock! What was I supposed to do now? He nudged my head towards it and I got
the message. I opened my mouth and started to lick. Then I put the head in
my mouth and used my tongue to pleasure him. It felt different now in my
mouth because I was in effect upside down; the underside of his big cock
was on top but I sucked it just the same. Then he took my little dick into
his mouth and gave me such exquisite pleasure with his tongue.

The oral ministrations felt wonderful and I was as happy to give as to
receive, perhaps happier. After a couple of minutes like this, he put his
arm around my waist and lifted me up over him without either of us
releasing the cocks we so desperately wanted. Now he was on his back and
holding my hips in position. Now he could put more of my dick in his mouth
or less simply by moving my hips up or down with his strong arms. At my
end, all was going well and my head bobbed up and down but I wasn't able to
take much more than the head and a little bit of shaft.

I think perhaps he was getting close to orgasm because he stopped, lowered
me to the ground next to him and turned me over onto my stomach. He knelt
behind me, nudged me to open my legs and then applied his finger once more
to my bum-hole. Once again, his finger went to his mouth for more spit and
returned. My bum-hole was once more reluctant to admit the invader and I
winced as the tip of his finger tried to open me. After several attempts,
it seemed to be hopeless so I think as consolation he lay on my back and
started to slide his manhood up and down my bum-crack. That thick cock,
about 8 inches long, slid effortlessly through my valley and occasionally
stopped at the entrance to my hole. He attempted penetration again with his
monster but there seemed to be no chance. Then it hit me. Bumming! I'd
heard about this at school. That was when homos put their dicks in each
other's arse. He was trying to bum me. Now it made sense. I don't know how
I felt about that though.

He turned me so that I was lying on my back and started to masturbate me
with two fingers and his thumb and my hand was directed to his manhood. I
knew what was required and began to pump the large organ. My hand wouldn't
quite reach around the girth but what I was doing seemed to be adequate to
please him. My little penis shot my bit of spunk on my belly and he kept
playing with me until I begged him to stop because I was over-sensitive.

I continued wanking his cock until his breathing increased, his body
stiffened and his cock throbbed in my hand. Then it began. The spunk
came. Gob after gob of thick creamy white fluid came shooting out of that
powerful organ to splash on the grass. I held onto his hard flesh, feeling
it throb several times as his spunk was forced from his body. His eyes were
closed, his body wracked with the expulsion of all that baby-making
cream. I watched, spellbound, as the pumping continued until finally the
last drops just dribbled onto my hand.

He lay beside me, coming down from his high and we smoked a cigarette. He
idly toyed with my little dick and once again cupped my balls.

I never asked about where his balls were and he didn't volunteer any
information so that was that. We cleaned ourselves up and dressed, then he
took me home. It was another experience that I wouldn't soon forget.

End of Chapter 4

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