Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2011 19:32:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: DC
Subject: My Beginnings -- Chapter One

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		       My Beginnings -- Chapter One
			    By Beastly One Too
			      Copyright 2011

	Though I am 38 years old now, I still remember ( like it was
yesterday) how my life changed for the better thirty years ago.

	My eyes went wide at the picture of the large cock sinking deep
into the cunt of some woman.  My sister, older by five years, giggled and
pointed.  That was how babies were made, she had said.  I didn't care.  I
was taken by the primal act, the ecstaic faces of the pair, seeing the
image of the sounds my mother and step dad (Dad, for all intents and
purposes as I knew him from the age of 2) would make behind closed doors.
My eight year old brain absorbed the picture.  All too suddenly for me,
though, my sister snatched the magazine away, placing it back into the
paper grocery bag and sliding the bundle of similar magazines under the
bed.

	Weeks later, when my sister skipped out of watching me, I went back
to the paper bag.  I stared at its place under the bed, unable to bring
myself to remove it from the alter of my new church.  In moments, I saw my
hands reaching, my mind only half a second behind my body.  Opening the
bag, I pulled out the first magazine.  The only thing I can recall from
that magazine was a picture of a man holding his cock over the belly of a
woman and a large teardrop shape hanging in the air between them.  I
quickly placed the magazine back and returned the bag to the alter.  It was
a few weeks after that when got to witness the best sight that a kid like
me could have ever seen.  I went to my parent's room to tell them that I
was going across the road (I grew up rural with dirt roads, not paved
streets) to our neighbor's house.  I cracked the door open and saw first my
step dad's hairy ass, then his heavy, hairy scrotum filled big and round,
Mom's feet over top of Dad's shoulders, then Dad's big cock sliding into
Mom's red fur-ringed cunt.  Mom let out a whiney moan as Dad slammed in all
the way.  Dad growled as he pulled back and slammed in harder.  I felt the
same reverence in seeing Dad's big cock and hairy ass as I did when I went
to sneak a second look at what was in the paper bag.

	When I was nine, I gained a little more bravery with my step dad's
magazines.  My sister had left home to go to college, leaving me home alone
even longer.  I only needed to hear one car pull into the driveway to be
alerted to any dangers.  I stroked to pictures of John Holmes, Ron Jeremy,
Harry Reams, and Dick Rambone.  Three years I stroked my cock, knowing that
I wanted to be caught by my step dad, needing to have him sneak in behind
me and ask me what the hell I thought I was doing.  Then I would have told
him that I wanted to feel a man between my legs, taste him in my mouth.
But he never did catch me.  Though I did catch him more than a few times
naked in their bedroom, his mamoth hard cock plowing deep into my mom's
cunt or ass; the times when he would change clothes afforded me his soft
cock swinging with each step; watching him jacking off in the master
bathroom as I looked in from the window above their bed.  I was hooked.  So
hooked, in fact, that I drilled a small hole into the wall separating our
rooms.  I loved being able to see Dad pounding deep into Mom;s cunt and ass
or Mom taking Dad's monster cock down her throat to his balls.

	I was 11 years old when I did get caught, but by my mom.  I had
found a magazine ('Transexuals and Transvestites') in my step dad's porn
stash (then located under the master bathroom sink).  I took that one
magazine from the two-foot thick stack and hid it in the large barthroom.
I didn't hide it too well.  After only jerking off to the swingers ads in
the back (most were guys looking for other guys), I reached for it and
discovered a note.  My mom had written that if she found this magazine in
here again, "I am going to tell your father."  The next time I was home
alone, I rifled through the porn stack and rediscovered the magazine,
putting right back where Mom had found it.  I wanted her to confront her
husband about the magazine's contents alone, but, moreso, I wanted to have
Dad sit me down and tell me all bout why he had it in his stack of
'Hustler,' 'Playboy,' Penthouse,' and 'Swedish Erotica.'

	The magazine vanished again, But there was no sign of it anywere in
the house.  About that time, my step dad started wearing bikini briefs
around the house.  It wouldn't be a big thing in most houses headed by a
half-ass redneck, but my step dad was hung.  After having seen enough of
the 'Hustler' varietly of length and girth, I knew my step dad had to be
close to ten inches.  And with him bearing a 34 inch waist, wearing a size
'small' (28-30 inch waist) bikini brief allowed me more than a few shots of
his furry balls, and the rare side cock shot.  I had taken to raiding his
underwear drawer as well as his porn.  One day I decided to try a pair of
his snake skin bikini briefs. I wore a 28 inch waist at the very largest,
and they weren't exactly snug, nor were they dropping off my hips.  My 11
year old dick hard barely fit into the cock groove he'd made.  Oddly
enough, I had been wearing solid color Y-front briefs that had one day
shifted into bikini briefs of a similar color.  I left them alone for a
while, then I questioned my mom after having worn a pair.
	"I must have gotten them confused with your father's.  Are you
wearing a pair now?"
	I felt audacious right then.  I dropped my pants and
fashion-modeled the red material tightly fitting my body, dancing little
circles for her.  "And they fit great.  I lke the support.," I said as I
picked my jeans up off the floor.
	Mom glanced down at my crotch and shrugged.  "Your dad says the
same thing.  You don't look like you need that much support.  But you might
just grow into them later."
	I didn't need to feign embarassment.  "Ma!"
	"What?  Your father wears them around the house.  What's the big
deal?  It's not like you're naked."
	I thanked her and put her words to the test.  I dumped my jeans in
my bedroom (on the floor, like a typical kid) and headed for my usual spot
in front of the TV, face down and in front of Dad's chair.  I wriggled my
body arounnd on the floor as Dad flipped through the four channels we had
(broadcast TV gave ABC, NBC, CBS, and if you were lucky PBS).
	"See you were in my things again," Dad said casually.
	"Nope.  Mom screwed up the laundry.  These came out of my dresser."
	"You like them?"
	I looked over my shoulder as he lazily scratched at his upper
thigh.  "Yeah, I do."
	"How do they fit?"
	I don't fill them out like you do, but they do feel nice."  I had
no idea where the courage came from to talk to my father like that, but it
felt refreshing.  My cock grew hard in my briefs.  I stayed on my belly in
order to keep at least a bit of my fantasies private.
	"Stand up here and let me see you."
	I snapped my head around to stare at the TV, willing my hard-on to
go down.  I tried to think of a reason to delay my modeling career.
	"I said to stand up."
	I swallowed hard and leapt to my feet and walked toward him. I
watched as his eyes measured me up and down. I inwardly groaned as I knew
that my tiny dick was pressing the front of the briefs out.
	"Not bad."  Dad reached out and ran his finger under the waistband,
pulling it out a bit, freeing up my dick to slap against my belly.  "They
fit pretty good."  Then he ran his finger around the hem of the leg.  I
stopped breathing as he came so very near my bald left testicle.  "Not bad
at all."
	I heard the phone ring and leapt out of my skin.  Dad grinned at me
as I tried to compose myself.  "So, do yours fit as well as mine?" I asked
quietly, so Mom wouldn't hear.
	"Want to find out?"
	I reached out and stuck my finger into his waistband and felt his
furry belly and cock bush against my knuckle as I ran my finger across his
belly.  Moving to the leg hem, I inserted my finger and felt nothing but
testicle and cock.  I wimpered audibly as Dad let out a small gush of air
between his smiling lips.  "When will I fill out mine like this, Dad?"
	"In a few years.  Right now you have to do a bit of growing if you
want to be as big as me," he whispered.
	"I can't wait, Dad."
	Dad ruffled my hair with one hand as he pressed his hips upward.
"Don't grow up too fast.  I like you at this age."

	One day, while Mom and Dad were fucking in their typical mode (hard
and loud), I crouched down in front of the spy-hole I'd made and jacked my
hard cock.  Dad pulled his hard cock out of Mom's red-furred snatch and
flipped her over to face my wall.  Mom was too wrapped up in getting Dad's
cock that she paid no attention to the dime-sized hole.  Dad, however,
slammed his cock into Mom and bored his eyes into mine.  Lifting his right
hand, he pointed at Mom as he pulled out, then pointed at me as he jammed
his cock into her more-than-willing hole.  A menacing grin coated his face
as he kept reamming into her as hard as he could, staring me down, almost
as if he were daring me to make a move.  I lost my mind and load as Dad
pulled out of Mom one more time and rolled her onto her back, jacking his
thick load all over her medium-sized boobs.
	"Oh, Michael, fuck me some more," Mom moaned.
	"You really want this cock, don't you?" he asked loudly, still
staring at me.  "Tell me you want Daddy's big cock in that tight little
hole."
	"Fuck my ass, baby," Mom moaned as I silently begged for the same
thing, shooting my load all over the wall in my bedroom.