Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 17:04:35 +0100 From: John Price Subject: John's Early Learning Chapter 5 John's Early Learning by John P Copyright 2011 Chapter 5 Uncle Fred was becoming more frequently absent when I visited Grandma's house. I don't think he was avoiding me but the beer drew him more and more. I don't consider it had anything to do with me or our activities; it was, I suppose, just going out for a beer and then staying for another, and another and... He had no obligations, no wife, no girlfriend, nobody to tell him to stop drinking excep Grandma. Occasionally his sister Edna would visit with her preacher husband Joe and they, along with Grandma, would kneel and pray! That was it for my uncle! He would depart within minutes, particularly when they pointed out his sinning and the demon drink. Which was all well and good but it meant I had to go without the wonderful sex I had been getting. However, it happened that one Saturday, after my chores at Grandma's were finished, she announced she was going to visit Aunt Suey, whoever she was. My uncle was at home at that time and he must have decided to have his way with me at home. While Grandma was occupied with getting ready to go out, he whispered to leave soon and wait out of sight. When Grandma left, I had to follow her and make sure she got on the bus. Then he said to return to the house. This I did and duly returned, where he was waiting for me. He ushered me in and groped my bum as we entered the living room. I sat while he disappeared into Grandma's bedroom and closed the curtains. This was new to me. I'd only ever enjoyed my sex in the great outdoors and it looked like I was going to get it indoors, on a bed or in it. After a few minutes, he called out for me to come into the bedroom where I found him without clothes and in an obviously semi-erect state. There it was again, that thick rod of flesh, 8 inches long and with light ginger pubic hair around it. I stared at it like I always did; it hypnotised me. He watched me with faint amusement, conscious of the effect his large cock was having on me, in fact always had on me! I was still dressed and my little cock was tenting out my pants. Why was I always stiff when I was around this man? Why did he have such an effect on me? He wasn't menacing or threatening but I was always in awe of this adult. I knew in my mind that he wouldn't hurt me, I never even considered the idea. But I felt I was dominated, not in a bad way, but as a child with a loving adult who would guide me, making sure I didn't hurt myself if he could help it. I just stood there, waiting for the next move. He began to undress me, jacket first, then shirt and vest and finally my pants and underpants. My only contribution to becoming naked like he wanted was to kick off my shoes. While on his knees, he kissed my chest, my little breasts, and his tongue licked around one of my now erect nipples. It tickled and I shivered. My arms went around his neck and I hugged him to me. His hands were behind me now, feeling me up, stroking my almost hairless bum-cheeks. My stiff little cock, together with my little bag of balls, pressed against his hairy chest and it felt so weird. His tongue ran along my chest to the other nipple and he bathed it, sucking and licking, occasionally nibbling it. His fingers were now seeking out my bum-crack and I opened my legs because I knew what he wanted to do. Two of his fingers found my little rose and he gently ran them around it, making me tremble slightly. Why did he keep doing that? Was he going to bum me? Or did he just want his fingers in me? The fingers were made wet by a quick insertion in his mouth and then just as quickly returned to my bum-hole. A fingertip tried to penetrate my little hole but was apparently rejected by my sphincter. His mouth moved south and I felt the warm wet mouth envelop my 4-inch dick. How could it get any better? Bum-hole tickled and penis enclosed in a warm, wet, sucking mouth! I was in 14-year-old heaven! After a couple of minutes of this, he got up off his knees and pulled me towards the bed. I lay down on my back and he lay next to me. He turned me towards him and his mouth found mine. He pressed his mouth against my lips, pushing the tip of his tongue between them so that I was forced to accept it. As was expected of me, I began to suck it and, because it made me more worked up, I duelled with it, finally pushing it out and following it with my own tongue into his mouth. He sucked it like he did with my dick and the feeling was exquisite. His hairy chest was crushed against my hairless little tits, coarse hair on his belly pushed against my naked belly and stiff dick. His enormous cock tried to poke between my legs and I opened them a little in case he wanted to push it between them like he had once before. He felt the movement and his thick cock entered the space I had made. His hands had returned to my bum-cheeks and he stroked gently but firmly. Our tongues continued back and forth and my sucking of his tongue was making me want the cock! I wanted that cock in my mouth. I don't know why because I couldn't take it all; all I could manage in my little mouth was the head and maybe an inch of shaft. Ah, at last! He turned himself around so we were top-to-toe and I was presented at last with that magnificent weapon. The lack of a scrotum and balls was still puzzling me; I could only surmise that his balls were inside him somewhere. That thought was put to one side as he took my whole 4-inches into his mouth and used his fingers to fondle my little ball-sack. I didn't need prompting this time; without him telling me, I ran my tongue around the head of his hard cock, feeling the silky skin. I opened his piss-slit with the tip of my tongue and placed my hand around the thick shaft. My thumb and fingers didn't meet because of the girth but I wanked the inches of his shaft that were still visible. Just like the last time we were doing sex together, he went onto his back, holding me tight and taking me with him. One of his hands crept round behind me again and found my bum-hole. He must have already wet one of his fingers because he tried once again to gain entrance but this time he managed to put the tip in. Once in, he wiggled it about but couldn't go further because my sphincter didn't relax. I didn't know at the time what to do and, with hindsight, he must not have known either. His head moved a bit further and I felt his nose against my bum as he took my whole ball-sack into his mouth. Ever so gently, he rolled my balls around with his tongue. After a minute or so, his breathing came faster and he switched to my little dick again. My hips were humping involuntarily now and then he left my dick and said something which I found very odd. "Don't come in my mouth, will you?" What? What did that mean? Why would I want to shoot my spunk into his mouth? That would be nasty, wouldn't it? I know I was only 14, but I figured that nobody would do a thing like that. EEuuugh! He must have sensed that I was close to shooting my spunk because he slid me off him onto my back, took his mouth off me and started to wank me off. His two fingers and thumb raced up and down my little dick until the feeling came over me that the white stuff was coming. My breathing increased rapidly and I held onto his wrist as my hips jumped and a massive orgasm washed over me. I opened my eyes to watch a few small white blobs and some clear liquid shoot out of my very red helmet and land on my hairless belly. After a few seconds, I had to hold his wrist still so he'd stop wanking me. I was so sensitive that it started to hurt. Wow! This sex stuff was absolutely fantastic! His hand moved quickly to his own shaft and he began to stroke it, his hand able to close completely around the thick weapon. I watched, hypnotised by the size of what was before me. I watched the head, waiting, waiting, knowing that a massive amount of spunk would soon be shooting out of it. It only lasted seconds before he groaned, pulled the foreskin all the way back and held it there. I watched in fascination as the head erupted. The piss-slit opened, he groaned again and the long thick manhood spewed copious amounts of lovely white thick fluid. It came in torrents, his cock jerking with every shot, all over my belly. It was hot, thick, white, creamy. And there was so much! I thought it must have carried on for about 20 seconds but probably not. It just seemed that way to a gauche 14-year-old boy with no real experience before his uncle had shown him how to do naughty sex things. Finally the big cock slowed to a dribble and he wiped the drops on my belly where the rest of that magnificent load had fallen. I was speechless. All this spunk on my belly had come out of my Uncle Fred - and I had helped him to do it. He had sex with me and all this happened because of me! I was the little girl he dreamed of, I suppose, and I was happy to fulfill that role if that made him happy. I just wish he had come in my pussy like he wanted. I wouldn't have minded having his baby, I don't think. Stupid idea, really, I wasn't a girl and I couldn't have a baby but I so much wanted to be what he wanted me to be. Pleasing him was the only thing that mattered and what we had been doing proved to me that I had been successful. After that day, we only managed to meet occasionally because of his drinking habits and it began to tail off over time. I missed it terribly at first but I'd started messing with a boy at school and wanking and sucking him helped me over the withdrawal symptons I was suffering. Since those days, I have been submissive to all men, always provided that they initiated the sexual activity. A man had only to take my hand and press it to his crotch and, without a word from him, I would sink to my knees, take out his cock and suck him till he shot in my mouth, swallowing all he had to offer. Was it my uncle's fault that I was like this? I don't know; I don't feel abused, violated, molested. It was the Spring of my life and I just LOVED what we did. I don't feel like a victim; how could I? I chased after him when he wasn't around. It couldn't possibly be HIS fault but always in my mind was the excuse, "He made me do it. I was just a kid, so it wasn't my fault, was it?" It's a drug, an obsession. I can't get enough cocks, enough spunk. The 4 years I have been retired now means that I'm stuck at home with my wife, no valid reason to go out alone and therefore no more cock-sucking. And I miss it terribly. END All my stories can be found here: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/John_P/