Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2022 11:41:22 -0400
From: edstiles243@mail.com
Subject: Opening Him Up

When I was ten, maybe eleven--I was a late-bloomer and hadn't reached
puberty yet--I used to walk my dog Sandy in the park near our home after
school. Sandy was my dog and it was my job.

One weekday afternoon, around four, I was walking Sandy down one of the
wide, mowed trails. A man was up ahead--tall, in a shirt and long pants.
We rounded a corner and he turned back. He looked at me--us. He then
proceeded to lower his pants and show me his cock. It was bigger than my
dad's. We sometimes showered together on Saturdays after working in the
yard. It was all very innocent, though he would rub his hard-on against
my backside until he came. He never penetrated me.

As I stared at the man he beckoned me forward. His penis was half-hard
and he was stroking himself. "Does your dog bite?" he asked, with a
smile.

I tied Sandy up to a nearby branch and came forward. He let go of his
cock and I took hold of it. I'd held my dad's before. It seemed
natural. He told me stroke it and I did. We heard approaching voices,
from behind, and he led me down a narrow path in to the tall brush. Off
to my right was the lake, where men in boats fished. The waves were
gently lapping.

I continued stroking his hard-on until he told me to get down on my knees
and suck him. I'd never done this before. I was only ten. Or eleven. I
sank to my knees in my shorts and took him in my mouth. He tasted of
cigarettes--nicotine. He told me what to do--how to do it. My mouth was
open as wide as it would go. He told me to fondle his balls as I sucked
him. Then, moments later, to reach around with my free hand and
squeeze--knead--his buttocks. This is how I learned to give a proper
blowjob.

He moaned as I sucked him but kept his pleasure-cries to a minimum in
case any others were walking the nearby trails. He let out a shout--a
single one--when he came and he told me to swallow it. Swallow every
drop. I obeyed. Even licking the head of his cock afterwards. It was
sweet like whipped cream. It was delicious.

After he pulled his pants up he told me he walked these trails every day,
seven days a week. He was always looking for young boys. I told him I
could meet him tomorrow, after school, with my dog. I sucked him every
day after that--on weekdays. My mom and dad always had plans for me--for
us--on weekends. It was hard to get away.

But on Mondays I was back again, on the familiar trails, meeting up with
him and heading down the narrow trail through the tall brush to lake's
edge. One day he said to me, "Too bad you can't come home with me."

"Where do you live?" I asked.

He ignored the question and said, "I could fuck you there. Shoot my load
up your skinny little ass. You ever been fucked before? You sure like
sucking cock."

My dad had rubbed his cock against me in the shower but had never
penetrated me. "No," my reply.

"Everybody's gotta learn sometime. Experience it. A sweet little ass
like yours?"

The thought of having gay sex intrigued me. I'd been rubbed against and
had sucked cock many times now but...going all the way? I'd read about
it, seen pictures. It fascinated me.

"Where do you live?" I again asked.

"Near here," he replied. "You could come to my house, suck my cock and
then I'd fuck you. Gently," he added.

I was used to swallowing his cum. I guessed he would hold back, save it.
Shoot it up my ass. The thought thrilled me. "I'm game," I said, with
racing heart.

"Next time we'll go to my house," he told me.

This was on a Friday. The following Monday, after school, I met him in
the usual place. He asked, "Do you want to go with me?"

"Yes."

"No dog today."

"I left him at home."

He lived in an apartment, not a house. And it was on the opposite side of
the park from the subdivision where my parents and I lived. It was rather
shabby, actually. As soon as we got there he undressed. Then he told me
to do the same. I'd been naked with my dad before but never him.

He came forward and put his hands on me. My bare waist at first. He told
me I looked cute. His arms circled me and he kneaded my ass. He told me
I'd suck him first, like in the park, then we'd get in bed. "I'll be
gentle," he repeated.

He told me to lie atop a stack of pillows in the center of his bed. And
to spread my legs wide. He lubed up and pushed into me--an inch at most.
His head. He went slowly, as promised. I was a virgin and he realized
that. When he was halfway in he began his fucking motion. It was hard to
believe--impossible--a penis was up my ass. I grimaced. I took it.

Then he broke through and I saw stars. I cried out. He was in me all the
way and he began fucking me with the full length of his penis. His hard
cock. I shouted with each thrust but he told me to be quiet. It wouldn't
do for his neighbors to know he was fucking a young boy. "Shhhh!" he
said. And I obeyed the best I could.

After he came in me he declared, rather triumphantly, "Now I'm a part
of you."

I rolled over and replied, "You've always been a part of me."

"Not like this. If you were older I'd offer you a drink."

I said, "I better be getting home. My mom's expecting me."

"So come back tomorrow. We'll do it again."

"Here? Not the park?"

"You know where I live now. It gets easier every time."

He showed me to the door, giving my ass a squeeze on the way out. "See
you tomorrow. Can't wait."

Now our love affair, if that's what you would call it, took a turn.
Instead of taking Sandy to the park, for a long walk, I now went straight
to his apartment. I told my mom I was hanging out with a friend. A new
friend. A schoolmate. There I sucked the man's cock and bottomed for
him. Daily, except on weekends. I worried about this. Worried he'd find
a new lover.

In the shower, on the weekend, after working in the yard with dad, and
being all sweaty, we, well, played. He rubbed his erection against my
buttocks. I bent lower, based on my recent experiences, and told him to
put in me.

"In you? I could never do that. Your mom...would kill me."

"No I'm ready," I declared. "Put it in me. Fuck me!"

"Ready how?"

"I..." I didn't have an answer for him. Or at least couldn't tell him.
Nevertheless he lubed up his cock with slick body wash and pushed it in
me. He didn't express surprise about how open I was. Although he did
say:

"You're a little whore..."

He fucked me, briefly, until he came in me then, as usual, instructed me
"Never to tell mom." As if I would.

The next Monday--I couldn't wait--I told my lover that my dad had cum in
me. He seemed displeased.

"You let him?"

"He wanted it."

"Did you?"

"You've opened me up."

"You're a little whore, you know that?" He slapped my bare buttock.
Then he fucked me again with his bare cock. He was bigger than dad.
Thicker and longer. I cried out. He shot is load.

Afterwards he told me: "I thought we had an exclusive."

"Exclusive?" I'd never heard the term.

"Just me and you."

"And my dad," I added.

"No. The two of us, that's it."

I thought about it. My dad, sometimes on Saturdays, or my lover five days
a week? It was a simple choice.

"OK," I agreed. "I can come here on weekends as well."

"Then come here. I got nothing else going on."

"What do I tell my dad?"

"Tell him you're taken."

"Taken?"

"You're mine, little boy."

The man in the park fucked me until I was 18, when I headed off to
college. And new adventures.