Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2008 05:04:12 -0800 (PST)
From: lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca
Subject: Yes sir, I am

Yes sir, I am
By Parkstranger

Not so long ago I guess, but in kids years it seems like an eternity I
wouldn't have recognized his intentions. Living in the country rural areas
you don't get exposed to this too often but now, thanks to uncle Hoyt I
think I pretty much knew. Even though I knew I still let it happen. I am
now sixteen and I have my driver's licence. That's why I am here, in the
back seat being fucked by a man who's I say about late 50's or even 60 or
so. He's a big man, even bigger than uncle Hoyt.

I was thirteen and just about fourteen at least I would be in about two
months. But I hated to think about the day I turned 13. You see that was
the day my dad got killed in an accident. It was a farm accident and man
who preached safety all his life, one day, wasn't that day, the day I
turned 13. About a week before the funeral my uncle Hoyt came to stay with
us to help with everything and we – that is me and mom were grateful.
Grateful to him for coming so quickly and taking care of everything, you
know all the arrangements and stuff. It was about two days later when after
mom had gone to bed and I couldn't sleep that I was sitting down in the
basement watching TV when uncle Hoyt came down and sat beside me. Ever
since I was little uncle Hoyt would always kind of cuddle me and sit me on
his knee and stuff and rub my shoulders and I can remember him running his
hands along my legs and arms and I liked it.

And, I still liked it but it did something to me now. Now it gave me those
tingly feeling like I got when I played with myself at night in my bed. I
would run my own hands all over me and make myself hard and even, um yes
even think about those times with uncle Hoyt. But I always kept those
feeling inside me never saying anything because deep down I knew it wasn't
supposed to happen, I knew I couldn't talk about those things, those quiet
times when me and uncle Hoyt were alone. So I was sad because I had lost my
dad and even broke out just crying at the craziest times and so when uncle
Hoyt put his arm around me and cuddled me into him well I just melted into
him. I was just wearing an old robe of my mom's that was kind of short and
I had my briefs on under – just kind of little ones that didn't cover
too much because they were about two years old but they were comfy and my
favourites.

So when uncle Hoyt said to me let's watch something else on TV tonight and
he took the channel changer and fiddled with it (we had satellite) suddenly
there was a movie on with people who were both naked and there was a man
lying on a couch with someone (a girl?) laying right on top of him and they
had their arms around each other but the man's hands were like kind of
gently rubbing the (girl's) bum and sort of pushing his hips up into the
girl. Only when the girl looked up it wasn't a girl it was a boy. I could
now tell it was a boy because he looked like one and then when he turned a
bit sort of squirming on top of the man I could see his cock so now I knew
for sure. At first I was kind of like shocked and was just staring at the
screen watching what they were doing and then I could make out the motions
of the man's big cock coming up and down through the boys legs and it
looked all slippery and wet. That's when uncle Hoyt leaned down to my ear
and whispered to me "Ever seen anything like this before?" "No" I
answer. He reached over and being a pretty big man just picked me up and
sat me in his lap. I looked back at the TV and now the boy was lying under
the man and I could now see the boy was only (at least looked) about my age
and the man had his legs straddling the boy with his cock poised over his
mouth and the boy had both of his hands wrapped around it stroking him. I
got hard.

Uncle Hoyt turned me kind of sideways to him and snuggled me in tight to
him with one arm around my shoulders and his hand down the front of my robe
caressing my little tities while his other hand went to the bottom of my
robe and he was running it up and down the inside soft part of my legs. I
fairly leapt to his touch because my skin is so sensitive to touch. When
someone touches me I become suddenly weak and so sensitive. I also become
very, very aroused and excited. I could feel the excitement running all
over my body. Uncle Hoyt kissed my neck and when he did that he knew I was
his because he has known how so sensitive I am in my neck since I was just
a little boy when he used to play with me and blow pretend bubbles on my
neck. I opened my eyes again and on TV the boy had the man's cock way deep
in his mouth and he was bobbing up and down the almost full length of his
cock. Uncle Hoyt undid the string tie on my robe and let it fall down off
my shoulders. As it did he bent his head down and started licking and
sucking at my left boy nipple all the while still playing with my right one
and now his hand was all the way up to the top of my leg touching me. He
had the softest hands I'd ever felt on me – well then they were the only
hands bit oh he was good with his hands. He had me squirming and now even
pushing my hips up to him, wanting something, wanting more feelings. I shut
my eyes just taking in all of the touching, sucking and feeling uncle was
doing to me. When I opened them again and looked to the TV the young boy
seemed to be now back on top of the man and kind of humping up and down on
him as he was bent forward and kissing his tits. I asked uncle what they
were doing and he said, "The boys is being fucked now Terry." "Fucked, I
asked – how?"

Uncle Hoyt didn't tell me how, he showed me how.

Before that night was over, I had become, I think, almost addicted to
cock. He showed me everything. First he showed how to suck a man's cock and
I took to it like I was a starved slut. I couldn't get enough of the
feeling of his nice round so hard, yet so soft and smooth cock in my
mouth. The first time, ya know like the very first time, well I mean I was
tasting all the pre-stuff coming out of his cock before and loved the taste
and it made me like I was starved for more and more of it but the first
time he started making funny noises and then he whispered to me, Terry, I'm
going to cum" I sucked harder and more urgent than ever and when he did,
when I felt him swell in my mouth and then that first big explosion of cum
shooting into me I totally fell in love with the taste of cum and wanted
more, more and more. But by the third or fourth throbbing spurt of cum my
mouth was filling up faster than I could swallow so I backed off some and
let him shoot all over my face and some even went in my hair as I hugged
his cock to my cheek until I could slip him back into my mouth before he
finished cuming and let him finish inside of me. Without being told I
sucked him clean until his cock began to soften. Uncle Hoyt reached over to
the coffee table and picked up a hand mirror and put in front of my face to
show me what I looked like with his cum running down my cheeks and chin. He
thought I looked a little bit funny but I thought I looked really sexy and
stuck my tongue out and licked off what I could reach with it. Then uncle
thought I looked real sexy too and again cuddled me back into him and
started touching me, feeling me all over again.

Uncle Hoyt told me to wait there while he went to his room. When he came
back he was dressed in his housecoat with a damp cloth in one hand and a
tube of something in his other hand. He used the cloth to wipe the cum off
my face and out of my hair but before he did he asked me to stand up and
strip for him and then he had me lay stretched out on the couch and he took
some pictures of me with his Polaroid camera. Some of just my face then
some of me stretched out with my arms above me and me smiling into the
camera (the look on my face when I seen them later showed one very, very
submissive, horny boy.) But the ones I liked the best was when he had me
turn over still with my arms stretched out over my head and my legs
spread. They looked so sexy with my plump white bum protruding up
(especially when he put the pillow under my hips to make it stick up even
farther) and when he showed them to me later – like in a before and
after picture, I know why he fucked me because I would have even wanted to
fuck me looking like that. I looked even better than the boy on TV. I
looked even more like a girl in a pose like that. (You have to ask me
personally to see a grown up version of what I'm trying to describe to
you.)

After he was finished taking pictures of me (for now) I guess he had
recovered some from his first cum. He sat back down on the couch and pulled
me up into his lap again. Again he began his feeling and touching me all
over but now he was more interested in my bum than anything so he had me
lay prone across his lap. I now knew he was naked under his robe because I
could feel his bare cock poking me in the tummy and it felt good and it
felt semi hard again. I guess looking at me and taking those pictures of me
did that to him. He spread my legs and began working some cool creamy stuff
all over my bum but worked his fingers all around and in my as he explained
to me was my `boy cunt'. When he first pushed his finger into me it hurt a
little but he was so gentle and so good with his hands that I didn't let
him know it was hurting some. I just wanted what I had seen on TV. Soon he
had what felt like his whole finger in me and he was stroking it in and out
of me. Then I could feel my bum getting more and more relaxed as he did it
and soon he added another finger and then another and I felt like I was
wide open. Now I was pumping my hips in time with his strokes in and out,
in and out, in spread wide and push and then back out. His cock was getting
real hard and now I had snaked my hand under me and was kind of stroking
him at the same time as he was – well like he told me he was doing he
was finger fucking me.

I was ready for him now and when he told me to get up on my hands and knees
I knew what he was going to do and I wanted it, I wanted it real bad
now. He had to tell me to quiet down because I was gasping and begging out
loud and he was afraid I'd wake up mom but she was up in her bedroom with
the door closed and I knew she was taking pills to help her sleep. Uncle
Hoyt got on his knees behind me and then I felt him at my `boy cunt'
starting to push in. He must have put some of that creamy stuff on his cock
because he was inside me in one short push and I could feel the head go in
then right away real slow like he slid forward with his hips and I could
feel him filling me up then stop and hold himself in me for quite awhile
until I fully stretched for him and was able to accept all of him inside
me.

Soon I was back down on the couch with the pillow under me all stretched
out and uncle Hoyt was fucking in and out of me in a steady stroking
rhythm. He wanted my arms up above me so that (I kind of figured out later)
I was totally giving myself to him, totally submissive to him. And he
fucked me. He fucked me for a long time until I could feel him getting more
excited and breathing harder and fucking me quicker until all of a sudden
he froze and started to cum in me. It felt so good to make him cum inside
me. I mean yes I was sore later but knew it would happen again, and
again. The after picture was so sexy to see me lying there with my legs
spread and my bum up in the air with his cum running down my cheeks and
inside my legs all spread out still, submissive and totally fucked.

So here I am maybe two years and a bit later in the back seat of my old but
big Pontiac that mom bought me, naked, all stretched out arms splayed above
my head getting fucked by an old fat man. We are at a car park about 5 or 6
miles out of the nearest city to where we live. I knew what this car park
was. I didn`t show up by mistake or anything even though this was my first
experience here. And yes, I recognized all the signs of his come on to me
but I still let it happen. It was in the middle of a sunny summer afternoon
and we were the only ones there. I had gotten out of the car and was
enjoying a smoke (mom – no smoking in the car) when he pulled in right
beside me even though there was plenty of room to park. And when he got out
of his van and wandered over to me leaning against the fender of my car and
so quickly got right into my space like standing like a foot in front of
me, smiling, puffing on his stogie, gesturing with his hands and making it
so I couldn`t think straight because he was firing question after question
at me and going on before I could answer him. I`m not sure when he put his
hand on my shoulder or when his hand started stroking my arm and even went
farther down to sort of caress my bum in my short shorts and I'm even less
sure when he undid the buttons on my shirt and started caressing and
pinching my tits and running up and down my chest but I couldn`t stop him
now. He was touching me, feeling me and when through the fog of my mind I
finally realized he had asked me the same question over and over, `Son are
you a cocksucker?" I replied, `Yes sir I am a cocksucker. "`So here I am
giving him everything he wants and more humping back at him while he
mutters in my ear about what a sweet ass I have and how he is now going to
make me his personal slut. (Mom never said anything about fucking in my
car) I came to wish I'd never met this man.

I hope you enjoyed my story and thank you if you take the time to tell me
that.

Parkstranger
lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca