Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2012 12:15:37 +0000 (GMT) From: penny cox Subject: Being Groomed I had no idea that I was being groomed, it happened so slowly, and right in front of my Mum. As a young boy, growing up with my single Mum, I didn't know any different. Being small for my age, I was often picked on at school, and this continued when I went to the senior, all-boys school at eleven. I was close to my Mum, but this seemd to bring us closer. A she had to go to work to pay the bills, I was left alone in the house during school holidays, to amuse myself. This soon developed into dressing up in her clothes. For several years, she'd known and allowed me to dress up and wander about the house in front of her, but now I was up in the senior school, she seemed to turn a blind eye to my little fetish. Around to age of 9 or 10, I started to notice my little boy-cock, more and more, and began to play with it as often as I could., and when I started at the senior school, I quickly realised that I liked to see and feel my class mates cocks. This on its' own wouldn't have been too bad, but next door lived Uncle Bill. He was a life-long batchelor, just retired, and to make extra money, had taken in a lodger, Mr Smith. The lodger went off to work, but Uncle Bill would pop in for coffee regularly, when Mum was home, depending on what shift she was on. Over many years, Uncle Bill, had made a point of making a fuss of me, in front of Mum. Lifting me up onto his lap and cuddling me, buying me presents, and always giving me a kiss on the cheek when he left. I didn't think any of this was strange, because Mum often cuddled me, and I always got a kiss on the lips before she went to work, and when she came home. Now I was older, and playing with my school-friends cocks at school, I began to feel differently, and even though I only looked about 9 or 10, being lifted up onto Uncle Bills lap, was starting to give me pleasure. Although I didn't want him to leave, I started looking forward to him giving me a kiss. At school, we were being warned about "Dirty Old Men" and the process called "Grooming". Had Uncle Bill been grooming me for all these years, I wondered. One Saturday morning I heard Mum open the front door, and say "Oh come on in Bill, I was about to make coffee, want one"? Yes please" I heard him reply. Not wanting to miss out on a cuddle, I slipped out of bed, took off my pajamas, and put my dressing gown on. "You haven't got any clothes on Peter" my Mum said. "No Mum, I was just about to get in to bath when I heard about a coffee", I said as I went through to the dining room. Uncle Bill was sitting at the table, in his usual chair and in his usual navy blue shorts. "Hello Peter" he said "You'll get a cold dressed like that" he said with his arms opened out to greet me. "Bring the paper over please" he said point to the sofa. I walked over and deliberately bent over to pick the paper up, with my bottom facing Uncle Bill. I knew that Mum would be a few minutes in the kitchen, and that my short dressing gown would be riding up nice and high. I thought that this would be a good test to see if was grooming me. I fumbled with the paper for a few seconds then stood up. "Oh Peter, come and sit here, like you always do" he said patting his lap. I was just plonking myself onto his lap when Mum walked in with the coffees. "That one is for you Bill, and here's yours darling" she said putting my mug on the table, and leaning forward to give me my morning kiss on the lips. Looking down the front of her blouse, I recognised the bra she was wearing as my favourite. I slipped an arm around her neck and held the kiss for a little longer than normal, running my hand down her back to feel the bra clasp, wanting to undo it and wear it myself. "Oh darling, that was nice" she said, going round to the other side of the table and sitting down. As we sipped our coffees, we chatted, and I wriggled around slightly, trying to get the dressing gown out from under my bottom. I wanted my bare bottom to be pressing down on Uncle Bills shorts, with just the dressing gown at the front hiding the truth. Mum suddenly realised that she had forgotten the suger, and popped quickly into the kitchen. In a second, I lifted my bottom an inch or two, flicked the dressing gown fully out, and slowly sat back down again. "Is that more comfortable"? Uncle Bill whispered quietly in my ear. I nodded just as Mum came back to the table. As we chatted, I wriggled about on his lap, and after a minute or two, felt something stirring in his shorts. Uncle Bill chatted away as if nothing was happening, but I knew there was, because I had his sem-hard cock trapped between the cheeks of my bottom. "More coffee Bill"? my Mum asked, picking up his cup. "Yes please" he replied "that first one was lovely". "How about you darling"? she said looking at me. "Oh Yes please Mummy" I blurted out, and as she turned her back to go into the kitchen, I wriggled a bit more, to allow Uncle Bills growing cock to push his shorts further up in between my cheeks. Uncle Bills arms folded around me, and pulled to towards him, and I felt a kiss being planted on my cheek. "Oh Peter" he sighed in my ear "You don't know what you're doing to me". I worked my bottom cheeks to and fro, as they lightly gripped his cock. "Yes I do Uncle, I can feel it," I whispered. Mum came back with 3 coffees, and leant forward again to give me another kiss. "There we are darling" she said showing me her bra again. As she sat down, she said "Uncle Bill was an English teacher Peter, and I was wondering if he'd be good enough to give you a little extra tuition"? "That would be no trouble at all" Uncle Bill said very quickly. "Oh good", said Mum "I'll leave it to you and Peter to work out the arrangements". Sadly it was time for him to leave. "See Bill out Peter, while I wash up" she said turning her back on us. I was pulled to him again and there was a peck on the cheek. I turned my head before the second arrived and got it on the lips. I stood up and looked down. There was a nice big cock shaped bulge in Uncle Bills shorts. I took him by the hand and quickly led him down the hall, round the corner, to the door, where he pulled me to him once again. One arm around me, the other hand lifting the back of my dressing gown. I lifted my head, and let him kiss me, as I enjoyed his hand carressing my bare bottom cheeks. I undid the tie-cord of my dressing gown and let it fall open, and felt his stiff cock pressing against my tummy. For a few lovely seconds we stayed still, his fingers parting my bottom cheeks, and one of them exploring the valley between. Time and again it brushed over my boy-hole, and made me gasp with pleasure. "Is that nice"? he whispered. I just nodded and slipped my arms around his bottom, cupping a hand over each cheek. We heard cups being washed, and moved apart. "Well Peter" he said. "I want you to write me an essay" then lowered his voice and added "When you are alone in you bed room tonight" then raised his voice again "All about what you like about your school" Then lowering his voice again"and what you get up to with other boys, and what you'd like to get up to. Pop it through my letterbox tomorrow morning Ok"? I nodded, opened the door. As he squeezed passed me the bulge in his shorts brushed against the back of my hand. Was that deliberate I wondered. "I'm going to bed Mummy, to do my homework" I said, bending over to kiss her. It was 9.00 in the evening and she was in her nightie and dressing gown. I looked down at her small breasts hanging in the lacey nightie. How I'd like a pair of those I thought, but I also longed to scoop them out and play with them. I'd have to make do with the bra that held them safe all day. Once I'd cleaned my teeth, I went through the laundry basket and found that bra, and a pair of panties, and a full-length lacey petticoat. In minutes I was pulling the panties up, doing up the bra and slipping the petticoat over my head. In bed I grabbed my excercise book and a biro and thought of a titile. "Boys will be Boys, and sometimes Girls with a Man" I sarted to write about my times alone with other boys in locked toilet cubicles, sometimes 3 or 4 different boys a day, and how I loved to see them in just their underpants, before slipping my hand down inside them and wanking them off. I described how one older boy liked to kiss me and slip his tongue into my mouth, as I wanked him, and how this older boy had begun asking me to kneel down and take his cock in my mouth, but so far I was too nervous. Then I described my relationship with Mum, how we were very close, and that she had always let me dress up in her clothes and how I loved it. I told him what I was wearing and how I'd have a wank when I'd finished the essay. Then I told him ghow much I loved him popping round for coffee, loved sitting on his lap, espeacially today, and how the feeling of his stiff cock parting my bottom cheeks was a dream come true, and how I long to feel it again. I ended by telling him about Grooming, how I knew what it was, and how much I wanted to be taught. I wanted desperately to be groomed, I wrote, and to feel more than a finger between my bottom cheeks. I sealed it in an envelope, and when Mum was in bed, I slipped next door and put it through his letter box. The next week was half term, and Mum went off to work as usual. Moments later the door bell rang. It was Uncle Jim "Hello Peter" he said waving my essay about "Can I come in to talk about you homework" I looked him up and down, he still had those navy blue shorts on. I opened the door and he slipped in, passing so close to me that I let my hand brush across his bottom. I closed the door, and he took my hand, leading me into the dining room. He placed the essay on the table, and asked" Do you really mean what you've written here Peter, because I could get into trouble for grooming a young boy"? "Yes" I blurted out "We talk about it at school, and two boys say they've gone with men in their cars" "That's dangerous" Uncle Bill said. "I know Uncle Bill" I whispered, slipping my arm around his waist "That's why I feel so safe with you, here in my own home, where no-one will ever know. Please teach me Uncle Bill, please, please" Hooking my thumb in the waistband of his shorts, I began to tug. They started to ease downwards. I slipped my hand down inside them and cupped a bottom cheek. "Please Uncle Bill, I want to be your special school-boy friend, just teach me, I'll do anything you say" My other hand eased onto the bulge in his shorts "What do you say"? End of Part 1