Disclaimer: the following is a true story and only the names have been changed to protect the identities of those involved. If stories detailing sexual acts between minors isn't your thing, or you're underage stop reading now.

 

I was born in Southern California, but The Rock is where I became a horny kid. My father worked vice for military police and before I was one we'd moved twice before it became home for the next four years. The Rock was a one road town in the Bavarian mountains named Bind Lach, about 40 miles north of Bayreuth, and it was here that my introduction to sex came at the ripe old age of two. Instead of Disney's Pinocchio the video store screwed up and gave my parents the dirty version instead. So imagine the shock as me and my playmates sat down and on came hardcore porn. My parents suspected something was up because we had been too quiet so they came into room and had a shit fit. I don't remember this incident at all as the story came out years later when I was talking with my parents at a family reunion/funeral down south. However, a few months later I discovered my dad's porn stash, the first of many times through the years.

This was back in the eighties long before the nanny state came into effect, and as such, Mom worked as a cocktail waitress while Dad was at the base or off in the woods somewhere for weeks at a time, and I was left home alone most of the time with the proviso to go next door if there was a problem. It was during one such day that I had been exploring a closet in our apartment and found two tapes. Thinking they were my two favorite movies ("Stand by Me" and "Sleeping Beauty") I popped the first one and on came two buff white guys of average length, banging a slim, busty white women. A few minutes into the video the chick began complaining she was hungry so the guy hitting it from the back pulled out then started shoving carrots, celery and other vegetables up her ass. This weirded me right out and I immediately stopped the tape and watched the other one. On came this petite blonde chick who didn't know how to suck dick. So she enlisted the services of a horse hung black dude to teach her how to deep throat. From the moment the tape started I was enthralled with the action on screen especially the parts where she gagged and the guy told to her keep sucking it. So there I lay on the living room carpet sprawled out on my stomach, head in my hands rest on my elbows with my feet kick in the air. It was at this point my dad Duke came home saw what I was watching and tore my brown ass up. A few days later Duke just came of duty and fell asleep on the couch still in uniform with his sidearm in his holster, and not knowing any better mimicked the tape and unzipped his fly and worked on unfastening his pants when he woke up. He thought I was going for his gun and promptly beat my ass, again.

Not long after this my parents announced they having another baby, but rather than give the old cock and bull story about the stork delivering babies they showed us this animated tape all about reproduction. The gist of it was that Mr. Johnson put his penis in Mrs. Johnson's vagina; he does this because he loves her, his sperm mixes with her egg and nine months later a baby is born. Thinking back on this now I must have snuck and watched that tape 10, 15 times before it went back to the store and five months before my third birthday Marie was born, but what my parents failed to tell me was I had a younger brother Peanut ( 6 months premature and the joke was the biggest thing on him was his nuts) born 13 months before her, so when Mom came home with two babies instead of one I was pissed.

Fast forward to age 4 when I and one of the kids from the apartment were hanging out. He whipped out his little white cock and asked to see mine. So there we were walking around with our dicks out when he picked up a leaf and put the stem in his urethra and I followed suit not thinking anything of it. We made our way to the boiler room with plans continue our sex play, but sadly it was not to be. We were chased out of there by the janitor and never did anything sexual again.

Nothing much happened until right before we came back state side in '89. My best friend at the time was a kid named Marcus who had two older sisters who we played house with, which I loved because whenever I got picked to be the baby they would place my head directly on their bra clad tits. Anyways, our families were supposed to go to beach together, but mine came down with the flu. Since I wasn't sick I went along with Marcus and his family, and that's where I saw my first set of boobs courtesy of his mom and her friend sunbathing topless.

Shortly after this we moved in with my grandmother in North West Detroit while my dad stayed behind waiting to be discharged. Duke's mom lived with his three brothers and my Uncle Boola's girlfriend and her kid Vince. We all lived in a two bedroom house off of Grand River and all us guys slept in the basement and got messing around. I was 5, Peanut was 3, and Vincent was 4 when he showed us how to jerk off by humping pillows or stuffed animals. I was addicted to this new game and often fell asleep during or after these hump fests. From there we progressed to cock sucking and sitting on each other's dick while licking and sucking the other's neck. This went on for a while but I didn't think of what we did of as sex since it didn't involve a girl. One day Vince suggested we turn our bunk beds into a fort by throwing blankets over them to have some privacy. Once finished we got into the "fag motel," as my Uncle Stan so eloquently dubbed it, and he asked me to show him my penis in exchange for getting a coupon for a free pan pizza at Pizza Hut. Since food was always scarce to the point you had to guard your plate with one hand while eating with the other I accepted, after which he told my grandmother and I got my butt beat, again.

Six months or so after we moved in Dad finally came to live with us, but my parents started arguing all the time and then separated for several months. My siblings and I moved with Mom to her friend K's house in Otter Lake, where I attended school and was the only black kid in the entire place, but it wasn't all bad. K had satellite TV so I'd stay up late to watch soft core porn. To save money and hot water my brother and I showered together and me being the horny little shit I was I'd often corn hole him resulting in us getting hard ons that I lied to Mom about when she saw them.

A few months went by and my parents got back together, then not long after the house next door to us became open so my grandmother and uncles moved there because it was larger, while we stayed in her old house. However it was two weeks before we could move in and had stay with my grandmother. I was exploring my parents' room one day and I found my mom's beef cake magazine and thumbed through it when my Grandmother caught and took a small wooden paddle to my ass and broke it in the process. A few days later I went exploring inside the empty house and hit the jack pot. Inside Boola's old room were stacks of play boys which I devoured one after another for a good two hours, my 4 incher hard the whole time, but like a dumbass I didn't think to stash a few of them away for later. I went back home where my mother asked if the playboys had kept me warm. To which I replied, "I don't know what you're talking about."

My next sexual encounters happened not longer afterwards. I was walking around the neighborhood when Tutu, a fat black girl from up the street, called me over.

"Hey I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she said and then we went into the bushes in her backyard where she pulled her panties, flashed me her little slit and I showed her my cock then walked away. Following this Vincent and I were playing together one day when I took him into our garage. There we were: him face down ass up and me plowing into his caramel ass without a care in the world. That was until my dad caught us and beat my ass, again. Two or so days later our next door neighbors had friends over so I went and played with them and wound up messing round with one of them. Christopher was your typical blond haired, blue eyed Midwestern kid and had no idea what was about to go down. I took into the alleyway behind our garage and used the tall grass for cover as I had him pull down his pants and corn holed him standing up. He didn't say anything to indicate he wasn't fine with it nor had any discomfort. So I plowed right away until Vincent showed up and ratted me out, at which point I got the standard beating and was banned from ever seeing Christopher again.

 

That's it for part one, send questions or comments to phenix39@yahoo.com