Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2007 20:46:51 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Little House on the Prairie 4-5

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Chapter 4
Talking

I woke up hours later. It was dark and I was wrapped in my blankets,
looking across the campfire at Brent again. I rose up on my elbow and
smiled at the big cowboy, "This is starting to be a habit. I'm sorry to
be so much trouble, but I feel much better now," I said as I sat up and
stretched.
"You're no trouble. It's just like taking care of my little brother when
he was sick. Are you hungry?"
Rubbing my stomach, I became aware of a very hollow feeling. "You know,
just missing lunch yesterday has me awful hungry. In fact, I don't think
I've been this hungry in a really long time."
Brent laughed. "Little Dude, you didn't just miss dinner last night,
you've been unconscious for five days. Today's the sixth day since we
left your favorite bar."
Shocked, I just stared at Brent until my stomach growled, demanding
attention. "Brent, I'm sorry to be a burden, but is there anything to
eat. I'm really hungry."
Brent quickly got up. "I'm sorry Little Dude. I didn't mean to tease
you." He quickly filled a tin plate with food he had keeping warm next to
the campfire. He carried it over and knelt next to me, offering the
plate. "Can you handle this yourself?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling lots better." The food smelled great. I tried to eat
politely, but I was so hungry that I pretty much inhaled what was on the
plate and hardly noticed when he went down to the stream and came back
with a tin cup of milk for me. I finished everything in short order,
Prairie Hen, beans, corn, potatoes and a second cup of milk. Milk? Where
the hell did he find milk out here? I stared at the cup after I finished
the last of the milk, and then looked quizzically up and Brent, "Where
did you find milk out here?" I asked.
Brent laughed that low rumbling laugh of his. "My place is just on the
other side of the trees. This is my home. Do you want to sleep out here
tonight, or do you want to sleep inside? "
Still shocked at how long I'd been unconscious -- at least unaware -- I
numbly answered, "Wherever you want to sleep is OK with me."
Brent just nodded and leaned back against his saddle to wait for me to
finish eating. Once I was done with the delicious food, Brent gathered
the plates and dishes and quickly scoured them off with sand and put them
into a canvas bag. The big cowboy whistled and his stallion came out of
the dark to stand calmly as Brent loosely dropped his saddle over the
stallions back. Quickly lacing the camp gear and his blankets to the
saddle, Brent reached down and took my saddle and put it on my filly's
back. She just quietly watched him without shying at all. I was kind of
surprised because I'd hand raised her and she normally wouldn't let
anyone else get near her.
Brent reached down again and scooped me up, blankets and all. Still
naked, he walked off through the widely spaced trees with me in his
strong arms and the two horses quietly following us. A few minutes later
Brent pushed open a heavy plank door and entered a large room illuminated
by bright moonlight streaming in through several real glass windows.
There was a ladder  at the far end of the room that Brent climbed with me
still held against his broad chest. The ladder lead to an open loft that
ran the entire length of one long wall. Kneeling down on what looked like
a braided rug in the dim light , Brent pulled back the quilt and covers
from a feather mattress contained in a low frame on the floor. Pulling
the blankets off of me, Brent laid me down on the soft bed with a big,
down stuffed pillow under my head. He pulled the cotton sheet, wool
blankets and feather quilt up over my shoulders and tucked them in around
me. Brushing the hair out of my eyes with one hand, he said, "Get some
sleep. I'm going to put the horses up for the night.
I laid there, weak and a little disoriented, and listened to him go down
the ladder and out of the house. As the bedding warmed from my exhausted
body, I relaxed into the enclosing softness of the down mattress, quilt
and pillow and I tried to figure out what was going on with the handsome
cowboy who had just left me. One thought lead to another and my mind
wandered off into the past...

Chapter 5
Flashback

My mother was a working girl in one of the most exclusive brothels in the
gold-rush boom in San Francisco. My father was any one of a multitude of
men who could afford my mothers often exotic, and always raunchy,
services. I was born in the brothel and joined my mothers "act" at a very
early age. Some men seemed to get a special kick from fucking a woman who
was nursing her baby while servicing them. One guy in particular, who was
a regular client of my mothers, had a rather small penis and enjoyed
screwing her until he was ready to cum. She would then shift me from her
nipple to his cockhead where he would feed me his man-milk as I nursed on
his cunt-juice slimed erection. Hence, I developed a taste for man-slime
quite young.
This young man was the son of one of San Francisco's wealthier and better
known families, but he's dead now, so there's no need to drag his
family's name into this narrative. By the time I was five years old the
man was still visiting my mother, but I was providing virtually all of
his sexual satisfaction. He was very kind and gentle to me and I remember
him playing games with me for hours as my mother sat in her rocking chair
sewing and watching us play various games on the floor of her room in the
brothel. One that I remember that my mother joined in on was when I'd say
that I had to go potty. Mother would lay both of us on our backs on the
carpet (we usually played naked) and put diapers on both me and my
"playmate". We'd return to our play until we were done with our business.
Then my mother would lay us back down on the carpet side by side and
change our diapers. My mother always told me what a good boy I'd been,
but if my playmate made too much of a mess in his diaper she'd say he was
a bad boy  and give him a spanking.
Sometimes we'd get too loud when we were playing or not pay attention to
my mother. If we weren't already naked, mother would take off our clothes
and put us across her knee. I never got more than just a few soft paddles
(to which I'd respond with tears and much crying) but mother would give
my playmate long, hard paddlings, sometimes using her hairbrush. If she
got tired, she would sometimes ask me to help her and I'd get to paddle
my playmate, to which he'd respond with much wiggling around and loud
cries of distress.
I think I was about four when my playmate became very interested in my
behind. My mother would make him change my diapers (which I only wore
when he was around) and he would spend a long time cleaning me back
there. I especially liked it when he would suck on my pee-pee while he
washed my behind because it felt so good. Sometimes I'd have an
"accident" in his mouth and he would drink it all and then we'd laugh and
never tell my mother what we were laughing about because it was our
secret from her. Then my mother and I would give him a spanking for
keeping secrets from her.
Before long my playmate would give my behind a quick wash (sometimes very
quick) and then use his mouth to finish cleaning me, which seemed to take
a very long time. Sometimes he'd change my diaper and clean me up even if
I hadn't gone potty. It felt very good, so I never asked him to stop
unless there was a very special new toy I wanted to play with. He always
brought me a new toy or book every time he came to visit. It was like
having two or three birthdays a week. It didn't take him very long to be
putting his fingers as well as his tongue inside of my bottom. I really
liked the way that felt  and if I was bored with the game we were playing
I'd ask him to lick me and put his finger inside of me.
I had a small room next to my mothers that was my very own. After
spending the afternoon with my mother and me, my playmate would take me
to my room while my mother got ready for her evenings work. He'd play
quietly with me for a little while and then get me ready for bed. First,
he'd put me on my little potty chair. I didn't like the way my urine
splashed on me from the small bowl of the potty chair so I'd ask him to
put his mouth on my pee-pee so it wouldn't splash on me. He'd always get
on his knees as soon as I asked and put my whole pee-pee into his mouth.
Then I could grunt into the bowl and pee into his mouth without splashing
myself. When I was done, I'd always thank him and he'd kiss me and tell
me I was a good boy. Then I'd stand up and turn around so he could wipe
my behind and lick it nice and clean for me. Sometimes his warm tongue
would make he have to go pee again, but he'd always let me turn around
and pee in his mouth again.
Once he thought my behind was clean enough he'd slip the chamberpot out
of my potty stool and take it away to empty and clean it. He'd bring it
back carrying two pails of warm water for my bath. He'd put the water in
my small portable tub and check the temperature very carefully before
putting me in the water and giving me my bath. He gave much better baths
than my mother or the Negro maid because he took a lot more time and was
much more thorough cleaning my pee-pee, my little balls and my behind.
Once my bath was finished and I had been thoroughly dried with a big,
warm, soft and fuzzy towel, he'd pull on my nightshirt and comb my hair.
Then he'd put on his clothes and take me downstairs to say good-night to
my mother, Aunt Betsy (the madam and owner of the house), and the other
working girls. I'd kiss my mother and Aunt Betsy and the working girls
good-night and shake hands with any of the men present saying,
"Good-night, sir. I hope you enjoy our house," or "Good-night, sir," and
some compliment for the lady they were sitting with like, "Sally's
looking especially pretty tonight, isn't she, Sir?"
The gentlemen often commented on my good manners and gave me a present,
usually a coin, sometimes a gold coin if they were trying to impress the
girl they were with. If the gentleman was a regular and I'd been
introduced to him, I'd climb up into his lap and say, "Good night, Uncle
Patrick (or whatever his name was. Once I'd been introduced I never
forgot a clients name or face)" and give him a little boy kiss on the
lips or cheek. A lot of the men I treated this way liked to pat my bottom
and all of them would give me a present. I always said good-night to the
piano player last because he'd rub my pee-pee while kissing me good-night
on the lips and letting me "sneak" a drink of beer from his mouth. (I
really liked this man. Sometimes he'd catch me playing around the house
during the day and he'd kiss me with his tongue in my mouth and then let
me kiss his pee-pee and drink his milk. I'd laugh, because his milk
always tasted like beer.)
Once I had said good-night to everyone my playmate would carry me back
upstairs. If I'd liked his present that day and if he'd made me happy,
I'd tell him to get undressed again. Otherwise I'd just climb into bed
and tell him good-night without even kissing him. Usually though, he'd
been good so he'd get undressed and ask me what book I wanted to hear.
He'd get the book I wanted from my bookcase and sit in the big rocking
chair with his hand on his lap. I'd crawl up onto his lap and pull up my
nightshirt so I could sit down on his finger. Once we had the finger all
the way up inside me, I'd lean against his chest, sometimes sucking on
his nipple while he read me my story. At the good parts of the story he'd
wiggle his finger around inside of me or push it back and forth to excite
me even more. If I got real excited, I'd stand up in his lap and pull up
my nightshirt so he could suck on my pee-pee while he pushed his finger
around in my behind until I had my little-boy orgasm. Then I'd sit back
down on his finger while he finished the story. I usually held on to his
pee-pee or played with it while he was reading to me.
Once the story was done he'd put me into bed and let me nurse on him to
get my bed-time drink of milk. Then he'd suck on my pee-pee and play with
my behind until I shuddered with my little-boy orgasm. Once I was
satisfied (which sometimes took three or four "tickles") he would tuck my
covers around me and kiss me good-night. He usually sat there and held my
hand until he was sure I was asleep.
One day when I was about five years old my mother and my playmate got in
a big argument and then he gave her a lot of money. The next day he
brought me an especially nice present and asked me if I wanted to play a
special game that day. I said 'sure' and wanted to know what the game
was. My mother and he explained that he wanted to play the same game with
me that he played with my mother and that it might hurt a little at first
but that it would feel really good once I learned how to play the game
right. I said 'OK' and we all got naked and got into my mothers bed. We
played around with each other for a while until both me and my playmate
were very hard. Then my mother laid down on her back and my playmate
asked me to make him wet so he could get inside my mother. I licked and
sucked all over his pee-pee until it was shiny all over and them helped
him put it inside my mothers quim.  My mother kept her legs spread really
wide so I could stay down there and watch what he was doing to her.
He took his pee-pee out of my mother and wanted me to take his place but
he and my mother got into another argument. He got up and gave her some
more money and then he got back in bed and helped me get on top of my
mother so he could guide my pee-pee into her quim. I wiggled around up
there for a while and it was really slick and warm and I liked the
feeling very much. Then he had my mother get on her hands and knees so I
could see what they were doing better. I got behind him to watch but
couldn't see very well so I crawled underneath my mother so I could look
up and see where they were joined together.
My playmates pee-pee was moving back and forth inside my mother, shining
with moisture and gleaming in the curtain shaded sunlight. It looked kind
of silly. Funniest of all was the way my playmates balls swung back and
forth as he moved. Giggling, I reached up and batted the dangling balls
so that they swung sideways. I laughed out loud at the way that made my
playmate snort and jerk. I'd played with his balls a lot of times, but
this was more fun than anything. So when he asked me to play with his
balls some more I enthusiastically agreed and proceeded to play various
games I invented with the swinging sack.
Getting bored of making the balls swing in different ways, I stuck
different fingers into my playmates behind and grabbed hold of the sack
in my other hand. I used my grip on him to control the way he moved
inside of my mother. He moaned loudly at this and said, "Oh Yes, Baby.
That feels wonderful. Use your mouth too baby. Please use your mouth."
Hooking three fingers on the rim inside his behind and tightening my grip
on his balls, I pulled myself up into a sitting position under my mother
and playmate and started licking all over both of them. It tasted great
and made both of them moan loudly. My playmates balls began to shrink and
were hard to hold onto, so I let go and started licking and sucking on
them. My playmate began to push into my mother really hard and then went
all stiff like when he was giving me my milk. Then he pulled his pee-pee
out of my mother and laid down on the bed behind us. He told me to stand
up behind my mother and I could do like he had been doing. I did, but it
didn't feel nearly as good as laying on top of her so he told me that he
had put his milk inside of my mother and that if it wanted it I could
suck it out of her.
I got down on my knees and I could see some of his milk leaking out of my
mother so I put my mouth there and began to lick and suck up all I could
find. It tasted differently than his milk usually did, but I really liked
it. My mother started wiggling around a lot and then she shuddered and
fell down on the bed. She rolled over on her back with her legs spread
wide on either side of me. I saw more of the milk coming out of her so I
bent forward and began to lick it up.
My playmate patted my skinny bottom where it stuck up in the air and told
me I was being a very good boy. He told me that I was making my mother
feel so good I deserved a special treat, so he pushed his finger up
inside my bottom and moved it around to make me feel good too. I got most
of the flavor licked up from my mothers opening but knew where I could
probably find some more. Besides, it was more fun sucking on my playmates
pee-pee than on my mothers hole.
I cleaned up my playmate extra good and he kept telling me what a good
boy I was. Once he was clean I kept sucking on him until he was real hard
again. He said he had something special to show me. He told my mother to
get back on her hands and knees again and then got up on his knees again
himself. He pulled me up to my feet by the finger he had up my behind.
That felt funny so I started giggling and we had a tickle fight. When we
were done playing around, we moved behind my mother and he showed me
that, while he and I had pee-pee's that stuck out, my mother had a quim
that had a hole in it. He let me play with his hard pee-pee and her hole
until he was sure I knew the difference. Then he showed me that my
mothers behind and his behind and my behind all had the same kind of
hole. He even took me over to my mothers big dressing mirror and let me
see my hole. I really laughed when I saw how funny it looked with his
finger going in and out of my little hole.
The he moved me back onto the bed and got next to my mother on his hands
and knees so I could see that both of their holes were just the same. He
even had me stick my hard little pee-pee inside both of their holes so I
could tell that they were just the same (I agreed, even though I thought
his hole felt better than my mothers did. It was tighter on my pee-pee).
Once I agreed that both holes felt very good to me, and that they both
felt very much the same (which I insisted on testing very thoroughly) my
playmate got back behind my mother. He and I both licked and kissed and
French kissed her hole to make it clean and slippery. Once she said she
was ready my playmate put his finger back in my bottom and had me guide
him while he pushed his pee-pee inside my mothers bottom. He said how
neat it was that his big wiener would fit inside my mother just like my
much smaller pee-pee had, and I agreed, feeling all around where his
pee-pee went inside of her.
My playmate twisted his finger inside my bottom and asked me if I liked
it when he stuck his finger in there. I said that 'Oh Yes' I liked it
very much. He said that it would feel much better with a penis in my
bottom and asked me if I wanted to try that? I pulled myself off his
finger and got down on my hands and knees next to my mother. "Oh Yes," I
said, "I think I'd like that very much." He took his penis out of my
mother and began to kiss and lick my bottom.
While he was kissing and licking me he put his finger back inside me
again. Before long I could feel him trying to push a second finger inside
of me. As it slipped inside alongside the other finger, I grunted. He
immediately stopped and took both his fingers out of me. He asked me if I
was OK and I told him I was and that it had just surprised me how good it
felt when the second finger went inside me. He kissed my behind and told
me over and over what a good boy I was and put both fingers back up
inside of me again, kissing and licking me and moving his fingers around
until I was bouncing all over the bed in pleasure.
He took his mouth away from my behind and asked me if I wanted to see
what it felt like to have his wiener up inside my behind. I eagerly said,
"Oh, Yes, I want to see what that feels like." He said, "OK" and told me
that if I let him put his whole wiener up inside my behind and move it
around until he could put his milk inside of my behind that, not only
would he suck all the milk out of me, but that he would bring me an extra
special present the next time he came to visit.
I said, "Oh! Thank you very much." (I was a very polite little boy) and
he turned me around so that I could make his wiener all wet with my
mouth. I immediately began to lick and suck all over my playmates
erection and he kept playing with my behind which kept feeling better and
better. He continued to tell me what a good boy I was and how good I was
making him feel. Like most little kids, I was most interested in what
made me feel good. Licking his wiener made me feel good. His fingers
inside my bottom made me feel good. And him telling me what a good boy I
was, especially in front of my mother, made me feel good.
He finally asked me if I wanted to try letting him put his pee-pee in my
behind. I gave one last suck and quickly turned around, pulling his
wiener out of my mouth at one end and his fingers out of my behind at the
other. Still on my hands and knees, I wiggled by little butt at him.
"If I give you a present, are you going to give me one?"
Staring entranced at my behind, my playmate said, "Oh, Yes. If you let me
put my pee-pee in your behind I'm going to buy you the best present
ever."
He moved over behind me and wiped his pee-pee back and forth across my
hinney which felt really good. "Remember now. This is your first time so
it might hurt a little bit. If it does hurt, just tell me and I'll stop
until we make it feel better, OK?"
I nodded 'Yes' and reached back to feel his pee-pee against my little
hole. "That feels really good." I said. "Please put it inside me like
your fingers."
My playmate just groaned and pushed forward into my behind. I felt
pressure against my little hole the pushed me forward. He pushed again
and I swayed forward on my hands and knees again.
"Oh Honey, that feels so nice. Why don't you put your chest down on the
bed so I can push better, OK?"
I bent more at the waist and put my face and chest against the bedsheets.
Now I was bent over on my knees with my little butt stuck up in the air.
My playmate leaned over the top of me and put his hand on the bed over my
head and spread his legs so he could push straight into me . He slowly
increased the pressure and I could feel my little hole opening up. I
moaned a little bit and he quit pushing.
"It doesn't hurt yet. It feels good. Keep pushing." I demanded.
My mother reached over and started to rub my back , encouraging me to be
a good boy for the nice man.
Now my playmate moaned and pushed even harder. "Push down like you have
to go to the bathroom," he said.
I tightened up my narrow belly and pushed down really hard like I was
going to the bathroom. As soon as I pushed down it felt just like a big
do-do, except it was really funny because it was going in instead of out.
It felt so good that I just had to make a big loud moan. A BM had never
felt this good before. I loved it! My playmate quit pushing in and began
pulling his pee-pee out of me. I pushed down harder and it felt just like
I was going to the bathroom right in the bed which was really naughty. It
felt so good that I started laughing out loud.
"Does that feel good honey? Do you like that?"
"Oh my, yes. That feels really good. I like it very much." This didn't
hurt at all, it felt better than anything. I wanted to play this game a
lot. He reversed direction again and started pushing the poop back inside
me again. I started moaning again and, as he went even deeper into my
behind, began a low wailing in my little-boy throat. The deeper he went
the louder I wailed until his glabrous groin pushed against my smooth
bottom. His whole pee-pee was up inside me! It felt great! I got back up
on all fours as my tight little bottom began convulsing on my playmates
pee-pee. I started jerking around and going crazy on the wiener sticking
inside of me it felt so good. I kept trying to push back and get even
more inside of me but my playmate held onto my bottom with both of his
hands and slowly pulled his pee-pee out of my bottom.
I fought him and tried to get it back inside, trying to push back on him
and suck him back inside with my bottom muscles. I even reached back and
tried to push it back inside with my hand, but no matter how hard I tried
he kept pulling it out until it was just barely touching my bottom. I
started to cry.
"You're not playing fair! Teasing is not playing fair! If you keep
teasing you're going to get a spanking and have to sit in the corner!"
"I'm sorry sweetheart," my playmate said. "I was afraid I was hurting
you. I didn't mean to tease you."
"You're a liar, liar, pants on fire! You're going to get a spanking for
fibbing too! That feels more bestester of anything and you know it!
You're just being mean!" I pulled myself away from him and flung myself
into my mothers arms. "Mother. He's being mean to me. Make him play fair
or I don't want to play with him any more."
My mother told my playmate that he'd been very, very bad and made him get
across her knees right there in bed. She gave me her silver-mounted
hairbrush and let me spank him as much as I wanted to, which I did,
making him promise to play fair and to not tease me any more. His behind
turned all red and he cried real loud and promised me that he would play
fair and make my behind feel real good. My arms got tired so I quit
spanking him and told him to make my behind feel good or I was going to
spank him really hard.
My playmate got up from my mothers lap and hugged me and called me his
honey and his good boy and told me he would make my bottom feel really,
really good. He put two of mothers pillows in a stack and laid me down
over them with my hinney sticking up in the air. He made sure I was
comfortable and that my pee-pee wasn't bent and then he spread my legs
really wide and climbed in between them. He kissed and licked all over my
behind, making it feel very warm and wet. Once I was moaning a lot again
he asked me if I wanted him to stick his thing inside of me again. I
said, "Please" and he kissed me right on my butthole and told me I was
the best little boy ever.
He got over the top of me and pushed his thing inside of me again,
telling me over and over what a good boy I was and how good I was making
him feel. The pushing and tugging was making my bottom feel really good
and I was sighing and moaning a lot, telling him how good it felt and to
please put it in deeper and to push harder and faster.
His thing got all the way inside of me so that he was rubbing against my
bottom and I told him that felt the best of anything. He laid down on top
of me and rubbed himself all over me while he made his wiener  move all
around inside of me. I squealed really loud and told him that felt really
good and to do it some more. He told me that he just had to do something
and that I should tell him if it hurt and that he would stop. I said go
ahead.
My playmate pulled me up under him and laid all the way down on me and
started pushing in and out of my behind really hard and fast. It hurt a
little bit but he was making really funny noises that made me laugh.
Before very long it started feeling really good and I started moving
around underneath him trying to get him to go even faster and to make
more funny noises. He panted and told me what a wonderful little boy I
was and started sweating all over us making him slide around on top of me
real easily. Before long he got real stiff all over and my behind got
real warm and wet while he squealed and started trembling all over.
I'd been having a lot of little boy orgasms like when my playmate sucked
on my pee-pee and felt really weak. When he went limp on top of me I
couldn't breath and my mother had to roll him off me. We laid there for a
while and then my mother made him carry me into my room and give me a
good bath and then they both inspected my behind to make sure I wasn't
hurt or bleeding or anything. Then my mother made my playmate put me to
bed and suck on my thing until I went to sleep.


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You have a baby, you have to clean up your act. You can't come in drunk
and go, "Hey, here's a little switch:Daddy's going to throw up on you."
     ---Robin Williams