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The number 1 priority for a kid is to grow up. "When I grow up, I can do anything I want." I do not know when this concept first manifests itself, but I do know it is pretty damn young. There is such joy when a little boy or girl looks down to see those curly little hairs beginning to grow. Little girls have the advantage over little boys because they have their chests to watch. As their seventh, eighth, ninth years pass, they get to watch their little nipples start to get puffier and puffier until somewhere in their ninth, tenth, eleventh year the flesh under the nipple begins to rise. When I see those gorgeous little tits beginning to show themselves, I know I have about 2 more years of fucking before their period starts, and with it the concerns of pregnancy. Little girls are so excited to get that first training bra (strange thing to call it, "training" bra), and with those perky little tits sticking out they feel so superior over boys, but for me, they mark the beginning of the end, at least to some degree.
The first sign of puberty for us guys is ejaculate, and it happens so fast most of us do not realize we are getting there. One day we are whacking off as usual, feeling that same surge coming up our cock we love so much, but this time instead of it simply culminating in an ecstatic feeling, white stuff bursts out the end along with the feeling, squirting a load halfway across the room. We are proud as we can be, but we wonder, "Geez, where did that come from?" We go from a few little dribbles of clear stuff to a full load blasting out, wad after wad of pure, precious, hot white cum splattering against the wall, shooting across the room, covering our pictures and magazines, soaking our bed coverings. We smell it and we know that our mother can smell it too, that she will know what that smell is, and so we frantically wipe it up and sniff, get a wet washcloth to scrub it more and sniff again. It is hard to get rid of the smell of cum, so quickly we learn to control where that load of cum comes splashing down. Our cum signifies our manliness, our ultimate power over those pretty little girls with their prissy little tits. We dream of jamming our rods deep inside to fill their little pussies to overflowing with our hot, white manliness; we dream so hard about it that we cum in our pants and then we are back worrying about how to keep our mothers from catching us.
A little girl aged 9 to early puberty can easily orgasm once an hour. Lady readers can recall those days. Those budding little breasts turn on the girl sporting them as much as they turn on the boys the girl wants looking at them. A highly sexed little girl actually wants to orgasm once an hour and can find ways to accomplish that, even sitting in a classroom. I have heard school administrators and janitors complain of the persistent odor of cum in boys' restrooms of junior high schools, but I know in girls' restrooms pretty much every stall is occupied between classes with little girls getting themselves off. If their orgasms were to produce the same odor, I do not believe there would be any comparison between which restrooms smelled more.
Because of my sister Joy I was able to watch as the dribbles of clear lubricant accompanying my orgasms began to become mixed with ever-increasing eruptions of pure, white cum. She grew less and less interested in what I had to offer sexually as she grew older and began dating boys her age or older, but the habit she had developed of tucking me in at night never really went away, and even when she was 15 and 16, it was not unusual for me to be lying in bed reading or even after turning out the light to hear her slipping in my bedroom door to check on me. The times I heard her, I was still awake; I have no idea how many times she came in after I had fallen asleep to be sure my covers were pulled up properly so I could be warm and cozy through the night. She was a good, loving sister that way.
If I was still reading when she came in, she often would sit on my bed to talk a little, and when she did, some of our old habits seemed naturally to come back. She would always sit facing me, her knee lying on the bed beside me so that it felt natural for me to lay my hand on the inside of the thigh lying so close beside me to massage it. Even at 15 or 16, she would still from time to time let her hand slide under the covers to find my little cock and massage it; when I felt her doing that, I knew it was okay for my fingers to go on up her thigh into her crotch.
For the first few years she dated, it was not unusual for her to come home from a date sexually frustrated, and on those nights when she came in to tuck me, it was not unheard of for her to end up slipping off her panties to let her 11-, 12-, or even 13-year old brother fuck her to a satisfying orgasm. Most of the time, though, as far as sex went when she came to tuck me, it was either a hand or blow job. I know she took pleasure in sucking me off; it was something nice she could do for me, and she enjoyed doing it, I could tell. Joy was pretty much fully developed at 15 or 16 and she was pretty as hell, anybody could see that, and to hold the face of a pretty, fully developed high school girl as she sucked me off was a fantastic experience for me.
There came a time, though, as I was somewhere late in my 13th year that she sat up after I had unloaded my blank cum into her mouth and said, "I'm starting to taste you," a confusing kind of comment to me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're starting to cum real cum," she answered.
"No shit?" I said enthusiastically. I would have to check this out. Unlike most little boys, I had no occasion to see my cum since I rarely ever just jacked off; one niece or another was always at hand to stick my dick in whenever I felt the need. But now I was excited to see if white stuff was really beginning to come out of there.
"Yeah," Joy said. "It means you can't cum inside me anymore." I could tell she was serious.
"No, no, Joy," I argued. That was a crazy thought for her to have. "Squirting real cum inside you is going to feel great," I said, "girls love how it feels inside, you know that."
She laughed at my naivete. "No, silly boy," she said, "it means you can make me pregnant."
"Oh shit!" I said with alarm. The thought had not crossed my mind that I could have the power to make a girl pregnant. Now my new found potency was tinged with the hint of regret.
Joy laughed. "We need to stop doing it anyway," she said. "We're both too old now for us to be doing it together. It's not right." She had said things like that before, but this time I knew she meant it, and sadder yet, I knew she was right.
The next morning at recess, I got Lexi to jack me off and sure enough, my usual dribbles of clear cum had globs of white mixed in. From then on, we checked daily and almost every day there seemed to be more white cum shooting out further and stronger until I could actually point my cock to splash cum on my own face. I was ecstatic. I made sure I splashed cum in all my nieces' faces, and those I could fuck, 6 out of the 11 by then, I made sure I filled their little pussies with cum so we could all watch it drip out. I felt a man among men.
The ability to shoot big globs of white steaming cum is what in sports could be called a game-changer. For one thing, orgasms, as wonderful as they had felt even shooting blanks, felt incredibly better with the added element of physically feeling the big wad of cum rising up the tube inside the shaft, and blowing wide the tip of the tube as it exploded through was a feeling of pure ecstasy every man lives for. For a young 14-year old boy, the sheer quantity of cum that can be generated and expunged in the course of a day is remarkable. With the ability to ejaculate wonderful white cum, not an hour passed that I did not earnestly feel a need to be cumming in or on something or someone.
The first real lady I fucked was my friend Judy, the mother of pretty little Katie, and it was terrific fucking her with my, what would it have been by then? Four-inch cock? Somewhere around there, I would think. Puffing up my chest I told her first there was a danger I might impregnate her, but she told me she used a diaphragm so there was no concern of that. (She also showed me what it was and how it worked, thus implementing my knowledge base of all things sexual. Birth control pills would not make their appearance for another 15 or so years.) It was disappointing that she did not orgasm with me, but after pleasuring her with my tongue she was able to orgasm the next time by my fingering her clit as we fucked, and that made it a wonderful experience for us both. Her pretty daughter Katie was then 7 going on 8, and I told her I could not wait for her to suck me off so I could fill her daughter's little tummy up with my cum, too. "Oh god, let me watch, let me watch," Judy begged.
There was a period of time in here, a period I do not recall lasting long, maybe a month or so, that I really felt totally out of control. Before school, I would frantically run down one of my nieces and make them fuck or suck me. During school I could not sit through a 40-minute class without getting a screaming boner, at lunch I was back searching out nieces, and after school I practically went house to house looking for something to fuck. My nieces were, I am sure, ducking me during this period, but if I could not find one of them, I would grab one of their friends to make her do me. It may not sound like it, but it was actually a pretty agonizing time, and I felt relieved when the urge began to ease. I am positive everyone else was relieved.
During this overly sexed period, I was stalking through our park one chilly, windy day after school looking for a little girl, any little girl, to have some form of sex with when I came across one of our regulars on his way out of the park. I knew he had had no more luck than I in finding a little girl for play sex, so I asked him if he wanted to play with me, bringing a laugh from him as he said, "Beat it kid. First of all, I like little girls, not little boys, and second of all, you ain't so damned little anymore if you haven't noticed."
I knew he was right on all counts. Hell, I was almost 14. "I'll suck your cock and won't charge you anything," I offered.
He eyed me suspiciously. "You some kind of homo, kid?" he asked. In those days the word "homo" was the nice way of saying "queer." I never heard the word, "gay," used in this context until after I was grown.
"No," I said. "I know you've seen me around before with my nieces and other girls," I said. "You know I'm not queer. I'm just horny."
He laughed and thought about it as he looked at me. Tussling my hair, he said, "Hell, I guess I am to." Wrapping an arm around my shoulders to lead me down to the playground restrooms, he added with a wink, "Who's gonna know anyway, huh?"
Entering the boys' restroom in front of him, I heard him locking the door behind us and turned to see him looking me up and down. He was a big man, 6 feet tall and around 40 years old, a tradesman of some type with big coarse hands and weathered face. Peering up at him, I felt totally intimidated, a skinny lightweight less than 5 feet tall in front of this rough hulk of a man.
Kneeling down, he motioned for me saying, "Come here, kid." Stepping up to him, he began to undo my pants, saying, "Let's see whatcha got."
Dropping my pants and underwear, he fondled my half-hard cock a little, pushed the little hair I had down there around a little, and then felt my balls with his fingers. Wrapping two of his fingers around my cock, he pulled on it a few times and felt it begin to grow and stiffen. "Well, look at you go, you little fuck," he laughed, bringing me to a full hard-on. "You are a horny little fucker, ain't you?" Leaning down, he took my cock into his mouth as he wrapped his chapped hands around my little butt cheeks to begin fucking me into his mouth.
As he continued, his warm, sucking mouth began feeling better and better as he scraped his teeth against my pumping cock. I took his big head in my hands to help me fuck his mouth harder, ready to cum in a few more strokes.
Laughing he stood and slipping his hands under my arms he lifted me up on his arm, holding me like a small child, he said, "God, you are one hot little fucker." Holding me, he stripped off my shoes, pants and underwear, tossing them on the top of the lavatory. "Don't get in too big a hurry," he laughed, carrying me over to the stall. He dropped the seat on the commode inside the stall, then turning he stood me in front of him. "Pull down my pants, kid," he laughed. "Let's have some fun."
I unbuckled his pants and pulled them to the floor, standing back up to pull down his white boxer underwear. Watching carefully as I pulled them down over his cock, I still jumped back a little as it sprang free in front of my face. I had seen men's cocks, even in situations similar to this when I was little, and this cock was no different. It was certainly not small either in length or girth; I had jacked off ones very much like it for a quarter before. But now that I was bigger, the scene felt different.
Above me I heard him laugh again as he put his hands on my shoulders. "Well, ain'tcha gonna play with it, kid?" he asked. I wrapped my fingers around it as my other hand cupped his big balls to heft their weight. I could feel his half-hard cock beginning to move as I held it. With his hand behind my head, he pulled me forward, saying, "Give it a suck, kid. Let's see how much you can get in that mouth of yours." I lifted the cock to my mouth and sucked it inside to the back of my throat, and with my hands on his hips began to mouth fuck him as I felt the cock swell and lengthen as it warmed inside my mouth. Taking my head in his hands, he began pumping my mouth into his hard cock, almost choking me with each thrust. I bit down to slow the stroke, trying to avoid choking, and could feel my biting teeth felt good to him. "Mmm, kid," he said. "You're pretty good at this," continuing to fuck my mouth. My mouth could feel the cock beginning to pulse.
"Whew," he said, pulling my head away, "let's not go so fast." Sitting down on the seat behind him, he pulled me into his lap, my legs astraddle his. "Let's have some fun first, okay, kid?" he laughed. Holding me in front of him, he looked over my face; a hand lifted to stroke my hair as he said, "You know, you'd make a pretty damn cute girl, kid." He looked over my face more, and then his hands came up to each side of it, pulling my lips into his. He kissed me for several seconds before bringing my face back for him to look at again. "Fuck, that feels pretty good, kid," he said, bringing my lips back to his. In a moment I felt his tongue pressing between my lips, and I opened my mouth to let it in. He lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck, letting me know he expected me to pull myself into him, which I did.
I let his passion rise, and feeling his big, rough tongue pushing mine inside my mouth began to get me excited as well. Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, my tongue began to fight and play with his; I was getting hot. I felt his hands slide down my back and cup around my bare butt cheeks. One hand came around my hip to find my rock hard cock and play with it. His other hand sunk under my bottom and I felt his finger searching for my asshole. He found it and began pressing into it, harder and harder until I felt it pop through and enter me. With a fucking motion his finger sank deeper and deeper up into my ass until his whole finger was going in and out. It felt sexy as hell and I began crawling up on him as my hand grabbed his big cock and pressing it into my belly began to stroke it. Both the man and I were very hot.
Twisting his lips free, I felt his panting breath against my ear as his finger continued to stroke my ass. "God, kid, I gotta fuck you," he said, lifting me and sitting my ass down on his throbbing cock. Using his hand to guide it into the hole, he looked at my wide, frightened eyes and said, "Just relax, kid," as he forced my body down on to him until I felt the head of his big cock pop inside my ass. A small scream came from my clenched teeth as I felt the pain shoot through me. It hurt like hell. He held me in place several seconds before beginning to rock me gently. I could feel his shaft sinking in further and further with each rocking motion until I felt my butt settling down on to his legs. He was completely inside me and it felt like his cock must be stuck so far inside me it was pressing against my lungs. We sat like that a few moments, and then he lifted me and I could feel the shaft sliding out my asshole until the head of his cock caught on the inside. Then he slowly lowered me back down to sit on his legs as the shaft plunged back up inside me again. "You okay, kid?" he asked.
I licked my dry lips as I thought about it. It wasn't hurting too awfully bad; it just felt strange. "Let's kiss some more while I get used to it, can we?" I asked.
"Sure, kid," he said, bringing my lips back to his. I tried to forget his big cock up my ass and focus on his big rough tongue inside my mouth. As my tongue pushed and played with his, I could feel myself begin to warm up again. This was beginning to feel very sexy again as my tongue felt the roughness of his, rolling over and shoving against it. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and now even his cock up my ass was starting to feel full and hot and sexy. I lifted myself up its shaft and settled back down on it; it did not feel so bad. I did it again and began to like the feeling. I lifted up high, feeling its big head stretching my ass ring outward before sliding back down the long pole to let it sink deep inside me. My cock throbbed hard again, and it felt very, very sexy now.
His fingers wrapped my little cock tightly and pulled as I used my ass to fuck his big cock faster and faster. Twisting his lips free he panted in my ear, "God, kid, feels good."
"Fuck me," I panted back. "I want to feel your cum squirt inside me." I was bucking up and down his shaft now. "Fuck me good, mister," I panted. "Cum in me."
With that he went over the top. Wrapping an arm around my hips, he slammed me hard downward to sink his cock as far as he could inside me as his fingers wrapped tight around my little cock, pulling it and pulling it. "Oh god," he pleaded, and with his body trembling and shaking, I felt the first splash of cum enter me.
"I feel it," I panted in his ear. "Cum good in me, mister," I said, squirming and shaking as I felt my own orgasm rising to burst free.
"Oh god," he repeated as the second surge came up into me. "Oh god, oh god," he kept repeating as surge after surge kept coming. I felt my own cum surging up my shaft to explode out, and my body seized up in orgasm as the first load shot out to splash against his stomach. Trembling as each spasm grabbed me, my cock continued to splash load after load against the man as I felt his cum continuing to surge into me. Finally I collapsed, my head falling down against the man's chest. That was one great orgasm, for both of us.
The next morning I had to change my underwear yet again as I discovered more cum had seeped out to dry on them during the night. That day at school I could barely sit at my desk, my ass was so sore. Lexi asked me what was wrong, and I told her I had let a man fuck me in the ass. "Oh my god, you didn't?" she exclaimed, and then fell over laughing. "Serves you right," she said giggling.
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