FAKE Childhood Tales

Here, people can submit FAKE memories from their childhood. Incidents which potentially could had happened to you. The idea is to use your real background to make the story more realistic. Here's a few hints:

1) Write in 1st person, from your perspective.

2) Search your past for incidents which might had evolved into something. Maybe you lost a bet to your cousin, were on the swim team, or got lost in the supermarket. Episodes which had the potential to develope into something naughty.

3) Take a trip at memory lane. Try to recall as much of your past as possible. How you looked, how you were dressed, your body, your personality and how your life was. This will help make the story more solid

4) Only submit fake memories here. The reader should able to trust that all the naughty elements are entirely fictious. The element of truth should be the settings, not the action.

I can be contacted here: akabax@gmail.com

List of FAKE Memories

Old Tramp

I am a guy when i was 8 yr old, i went into the local park to play on the swings and monkey bars for climbing, while climbing the bars my balls were all tingly. then a tramp came over and asked if i needed help getting down, i said yes and he put his hand on my bum and helped me down, he then took me to the toilets and showed me his dirty cock and said i must clean it for him, so he put it in my mouth and i sucked him till it was hard,at that time the park keeper came in and caught us,but he just took his cock out and said im next,his was little but fat and he shot a load in my mouth,

Submitted 30. april 2013

Special Little Girl

In the beginning my father would just get me drunk off wine and pet my kitty. When I became 7 he got more aggressive. He would slowly slide his erect cock into my throat until the ridge around the head would pass over my eppiglattus. he would slowly move it back and forth in a pumping motion until he ejaculated. wow, I was lucky I didn't choke to death. By the time I was 9, it became normal to have sex every fucking night. I began to look forward to it as he made me to feel I was his special little girl.

By the time I finished high school I had blown every player on the football team. Offense as well as defensive. I was scored upon every quarter.

First attempt at fucking literature.

Submitted 30. april 2013

Fake Education Tales

This series of stories is told as if it is a true account of an early life. It isn't. It's complete fiction and I do not condone activities of this type in any way. Sex between adults and children is wrong. This is fantasy, pure and simple. Deal with it!

This is the first in a small series of stories about my early life exploring my sexuality. Having been happily married for many years, these episodes have been locked up in my mind for ages, but having read other true stories, I felt the urge to get my own experiences down as it were, before I get too old and possibly gaga to recall them in enough detail to make them interesting. Just to summarise then. This is the first time I saw any kind of sexual activity, let alone joined in. The other stories, which are all true and as vivid in my mind as this one, concern the 6 times I have had sex with another male. From the age of 14, I was sexually active, mainly with other boys, as the chances of getting my hand down a girls underwear were remote at best. In all, I have had sex with 6 males, as I said. Three other boys, two men in their twenties, one black (I only mention that fact because the experience of sucking a big black cock was one of the two most exciting episodes of all) and a guy in his 40's (I think...it was kinda dark at the time) Its sort of weird, but these events happened over a span of 40 years. The first is below, when I was 13, but with my 14th birthday only days away -- but as I was just a spectator, I can't count that I suppose. Anyway, this event engendered an interest in the male organ which has sporadically come to the surface several times since. I class myself as bisexual, although I have no interest in a relationship with another man. I think kissing is something I do with my wife, no one else, and I have never looked with hunger at another guy, wishing I could have sex with him. No, my encounters, for that is what they were, came about by chance usually, sometimes after alcohol, but in my youth, mainly due to a mixture of curiosity and adolescent horniness.

I have never had a problem with my experimenting. I have enjoyed the feel of a hard cock in my hands and mouth, and almost liked giving more than receiving. I swallowed cum the very first time I sucked another boy. I never thought about it before I did it, it just seemed natural (and even maybe polite) to do so. Yes, sometimes there was too much to swallow, or it wasn't particularly tasty, but I did it with every cock I sucked - I don't know what that says about me -- you be the judge.

The very last story will be a weird echo of this one below. In both cases, I was a spectator rather than a participant. The first time mainly due to fear of the unknown and an innate sense of danger. The last very much due to the fact that the participants were under-age, and I was definitely not. The climate of fear and hostility surrounding cross generational sex nowadays has made everybody ultra cautious. But by God, I wanted to join in. Just plain terror of discovery, humiliation and disgrace, not to mention a prolonged period behind bars, prevented it happening. I still get a cold sweat at the memory of how close I came to giving in. OK, in the UK, we don't get locked up in a group cell with the obligatory gang rape of the pedo scenario, but its pretty unpleasant for all that.

Anyway. This is the first true story. Any comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. Threats of eternal damnation will be ignored and summarily deleted!

The very first time I had any kind of sexual experience was when I was 13, going on 14, I remember. It was a hot summers afternoon, during the school holidays, and for once, the 'Rec' was deserted. My brothers had gone with my mum to my grandmothers for the afternoon, and I was bored out of my skull. I kicked a football around,which was no fun, then I chased the gulls off the cricket square. Still bored.

The faint spasm in my stomach indicated a pee was required, so I set off for the toilets, which were in a green single storey building in the far corner of the park. They had always held an air of danger for me, I didn't know why. The strong smell of those little yellow cubes of disinfectant still remind me of that hot exciting afternoon every time...

The toilets were cool and dark after the heat of the sunshine,and I can remember the feel of my shirt sticking to my back with light sweat. I didn't see anyone else in there, so after having a pee and washing my hands, I explored a little. Pushing back each cubicle door in turn, I read avidly the filth written on the walls. I had been doing this for a few weeks now, each scribbled ;suck my cock' and 'meet here at 6' gave me a thrill I didn't understand, except that it all sounded forbidden and exciting to me. You have to remember, at that time, and at my age then, sex was purely an abstract exercise. Sure, I had played with my ever stiff cock several times by then, once even to a watery orgasm, but it was still very early days in my experience diary.

Reading the missives on the cream walls gave me my usual rock hard erection, and I rubbed myself unconsciously as I moved from description to badly drawn, and to me huge scrawled erections on the wall. Suitably engrossed, I failed to notice that the end cubicle was, in fact occupied. As I pushed open the door, I got the shock of my life.

Facing me was the groundsman for the recreation park. He was a tall black guy,probably in his mid twenties, which to me then was almost ancient. Kneeling in front of him was a boy about my age. When he turned his face to me, I saw two things. One, it was a kid I knew from school, in the year below me. And two, in his hand, glistening and huge, was the man's cock. I realised with a shudder what I was witnessing. The cock was not only massive, but covered in light spittle. All that messaging on the wall didn't prepare me for the fact. The boy was sucking off this guy. I stood paralysed for at least two seconds, which seemed like minutes. Suddenly I realised that I was still holding my own cock through my shorts, and flushed crimson red.

This was early 60's in rural England, and not only was sex not as widely spoken about as now, but homosexual love was a complete taboo subject in most homes. Now I was witnessing the most exotic thing even my feverish adolescent imagination could conjure up. I was seeing a young boy sucking off a black man, yes, a BLACK man.. I had only seen a couple of black men in my lifetime up till then. One was a African teacher at my school, and the other was this West Indian guy who had recently taken over the groundsman duties from the retired man across the street from my house.

Now I had two choices, which quickly flashed through my mind. I could run, which is difficult with a hard on, or I could stay, which brought up possibilities I couldn't even imagine at that time. In fact, it was, no pun intended, taken out of my hands. I guess my failure to turn and bolt was correctly interpreted by both the participants in this tableau. The man smiled at me and turned the boys head with one large hand. There was a short pause, and then I saw the boys head begin to bob in an unmistakeable motion. Fuck, he was sucking him again!

I agonised for about half a second before drawing up all my courage. I shuffled half a step closer and leaned over the boys shoulder (his name was Robin, I remembered it now) What I saw will stay with me forever. The tousled straw coloured hair on his head flopped around as he worked. I saw his small mouth stretched tight about the thick pole. Up and down he went,seeming to pause on the upstroke to do something which made the man groan and push the boy deeper onto his cock. I learned later that the fellator was not only practised, but had mastered skills with his tongue which produced the sort of ecstasy I could see on the man's dark face. I could see now that the boys hands were busy too. One pumping the shaft in counterpoint to his sucking mouth, the other cupping a pair of balls bigger than I imagined was possible.

All too soon, as my cock strained at my shorts, his expert ministry produced what must have been for him a familiar conclusion. With one last swoop of his mouth, and a hollowing of his cheeks to increase the suction, he made the man come. I heard the guy groan deeply and push the boys head right down over the thick shaft. I could actually hear the gulps as the boys swallowed. No spitter this one. His pale eyelashes fluttered as he swallowed, but that was the only sign that several cc's of male sperm was being taken into his throat. It could only have been a few seconds, but that voyeuristic ejaculation stayed with me for years afterwards. I could replay it endlessly whilst pumping myself to a climax

What happened next, I hear you thinking. Well if this was just a jerk off story, then I would have been initiated into fellatio then and there, but as it was real, nothing like that happened. The guy zipped up, slipped past us with a broad grin, and out into the daylight. There was just me and this skinny blonde kid Robin. I noticed a small line of cum on his bottom lip. Evidently even an expert lets some slip...

"Don't tell anyone, will you!" he breathed, still kneeling on the cold concrete floor. I didn't trust myself to answer, so just shook my head. He smiled in evident relief. His eyes moved to the front of my shorts, my erection still tenting out the material.

"If you like, I'll..." he said quietly.

Again, in a porno story, I would have whipped out my cock, and had my first blow job, but that was a step too far I guess, at least at that age. I shook my head slowly

"Naah, that' s OK" I said nervously

His face creased it what I wanted think was disappointment.

"Well, see you then" he said,and got off his knees, and made to squeeze past me on the way to the door.

I took a deep shuddering breath and spoke. It felt like I was doing something fantastically dangerous.

"Maybe another time" I said quietly, not believing my own boldness

His face relaxed into a toothy grin, and I saw real humour in his young, almost girl pretty face.

"I'm over here tomorrow afternoon, bout 2..?" he whispered in my ear as he passed me. I nodded in silent acceptance.

Did I go? Well, actually yes. I did. Several times that summer. Robin taught me a lot. What it felt like to come in another boys mouth. What it felt like to take a boys hard cock in my own. And a few weeks later, what it felt like to suck that big black dick, I had seen that day in the park toilets. But that is another story. One I can share with you if you like. Only if you like TRUE stories that is. That's the only kind I have

TWO

So, in The Rec, I described my first voyeuristic experience. Now move on a couple of weeks. OK, that leaves out the actual first time I got my cock massaged, but to be honest, it was such a rushed affair, pinned against the wall by my adolescent tutor as his cool hand pumped me to a quick fire climax, that I think the story that follows will be worth hanging on for.

As I said, Robin and I became friends. Not close friends, you understand. He was 6 months younger than me, skinny and a bit geekish with his longish fair hair and childish face. I would have suffered death of a thousand insults if our friendship had been overt. No, at school we nodded to each other in the corridors between classes, and left more intimate matters to later.

So although I had my first orgasm by another person with Robin. I think I was so excited at the prospect of 'another boys hand' on me THERE, that I must have disappointed him. Seven or eight knowing strokes and I covered his fist with my first proper milky cum. I might have stayed for another bout, but in post orgasmic guilt mode, the sight of the kid licking my cooling cum off his fingers made me slightly queasy. I did invite him to my imminent birthday party however, later that week. And that's where we 'consummated' our relationship, as it were. Read on...

The first part of the party went as planned. My mum had allowed me 5 guests, in addition to family, so my two football team mates, the lad next door and Jenny, who lived in the next road, and had known me since I started school all came. Oh, and Robin...

I suppose I had better give a more detailed description of my life tutor, so here goes. As I said, he was a typical skinny 13 year old. Fair hair, cornflower blue eyes and a ready, toothy grin. He was about 4" shorter than me at just over 5 feet. I think his parents struggled for money, because his school wear of grey shorts, off white short sleeved shirt and hooped tank top (fashion wasn't our prime concern in those austerity days!) was worn several days in a row,before presumably being washed and dried for next week. Today he turned up in what looked like his dads flannel trousers, shortened dramatically, a blue polo shirt and dirty brown suede shoes. His hair had been washed and slicked down in attempt to tame it, but strands poked out in several directions, defying his mothers attempt to smarten him up. When I let him in my front door, we exchanged a sly grin. I think we both knew today was the day for my 'O' levels to start...

After presents, sandwiches and jelly, there were games ( Wii had Definitely not been invented then...) and after pass the parcel, most of my guests left with small token gifts from my mum and dad as a thank you for the more generous presents they had brought.

I pleaded with my mum to allow Robin to stay, ostensibly to help me put my Hornby double 0 train set together up in my bedroom. She agreed, and to my delight, asked if I minded if she and my Dad went to Jenny's house up the road to speak to her parents. They were good friends, and I knew they would be out of the house an couple of hours at least. I remember my fingers tingling as I opened my bedroom door, train set under my arm. I heard the street door slam, and suddenly the house was quiet after the pandemonium of the past 3 hours. I could hear Robins breathing close to my ear as I stood uncertainly in the doorway. He spoke softly.

"Put the train down Nick" I did so obediently, realising that this was a defining moment in my life.

He pushed me back until my knees brushed the candlewick cover on my single bed. I sat down awkwardly, taking my weight on my elbows.

He looked at me for a moment before kneeling in front of me, coming to rest between my outstretched legs.

"Are you sure?" he said quietly, not needing to say what about.

I didn't trust myself to speak, so nodded nervously. Saliva drained from my mouth,leaving it dry and sensitive. He rested both of his small hands on my bare thighs, an inch from the hem of my short trousers. My skin felt hot to me, and the cool touch of his hands produced a shiver which ran through my body as if I had a fever. He was actually going to do this!

His hands moved to my waistband, pulling the big button from from its button hole. I felt the zip begin to descend as his slim fingers pulled at it, and my heart raced even faster than it already was. Cool air brushed over me as his practised hands slipped off first my shorts and then the new boxer shorts my dad had bought me last weekend. My cock slapped against my flat belly as he did so. Swollen, purple hard, it seemed more aroused than I had ever seen it. OK, at 14, my cock wasn't about to frighten the horses, being less than 5" fully hard, but it obviously delighted Robin,because I saw his face crease in a sly grin.

His hands pushed my thighs open wider as he shuffled nearer.

"Its lovely" he breathed as his head got closer. "Really lovely Nick"

Delicately his finger and thumb circled the base and his head dipped nearer. I held my breath.

That first warm, wet, impossibly erotic swipe of his tongue nearly finished me there and then. I think I must have gasped, because he stopped and looked up at me. I guess he must have remembered my hair trigger response earlier when he touched me.

"Take it easy Nick" he smiled " I wanna do this"

I gritted my teeth, trying desperately to think of something non sexual to slow my reactions, but it was really hard.

His head dipped again, and this time it wasn't just a swipe of the tongue. This time his mouth slipped over the head of my cock and kept on going. I suppose a 13 year old who could take most of a black man's 8 incher could easily handle my 5, but it was still a shock when I realised that his nose was touching my belly and that my whole cock was enveloped in warm wet heaven. How I stopped myself coming there and then I don't know. I do know that my hands ached after from gripping the bedspread so hard.

Up and down his head bobbed. Delicious isn't anything like strong enough a term for what I was feeling. Ecstatic, delirious, you think up a better superlative. All I know is for the short 3 or 4 minutes he sucked me I was in paradise... He reprised the skilful hand actions I had seen him preform in the rec, one hand pumping in counterpoint to his sucking mouth, the other scratching my adolescent balls delicately with the tips of his fingers.

He obviously didn't think I needed the extra stimulation of tongue work, and he was right. My back arched up like a bow and I gripped his head in my hands, stretching to keep his mouth on me, all totally unnecessary I'm sure, but I was beyond all reason by then. With a strangled cry, I warned him I was about to come.

Why I don't know.

As the hot cum shot up my shaft and into his working mouth, he slowed his bobbing and fucking hummed, Yep, that's what he did, he hummed. I nearly died on the spot. Four, five, six spurts, I thought it would never stop. And through it all Robin hummed in satisfaction. I never met a male or female since who was so damned pleased with a mouthful of cum as that boy.

Well, I sat there for a few seconds after the last of my cum had been happily swallowed by my young seducer. When he pulled away, a thin string of semen connected his lower lip to the tip of my still hard cock,. He licked it away with a cheeky grin and we both giggled for a bit, breaking the painful silence.

I took a deep breath after my cock had slowly subsided.

"Do you want me to...?" I said slowly, looking first to his crotch and then into his eyes

"Uh, you don't have to Nick" he said quietly "Usually, they don't"

I took 'they' to mean his previous conquests. So there were more than one, I thought.

A feeling almost like fear made me shiver. Was I really gonna do this?

"No" I said firmly, more firmly than I felt "I want to"

His face beamed in that infectious grin I was growing to like more every day

"OK" he said "Brilliant"

He stood whilst I replaced him on the floor, and his trousers hit the floor quickly. He didn't need to take off his underwear, he wasn't wearing any.

I actually gasped, something I thought only happened in the westerns I read avidly in those days.

His erection stood proud of his crotch, hard and quivering. Damn, I thought, he's bigger than me. OK, maybe just an inch, but the contrast between his almost hairless thin body and this swaying hard on was startling to my 14 year old eyes. I don;t want to go on about it, because it will start to sound like a common jerk off fantasy, but he was bigger, and very pretty. That's a strange thing to say about a cock, I know, but it was pretty. He wasn't circumcised (unlike me) but his foreskin was peeled back behind the head so it almost looked as if he was. I've seen a few cocks in real life, and many on the web, and I can say his was the prettiest I have ever seen. Pale pink, smooth and hairless, it had the classic head, darker and shiny with his excitement. I suppose it was about 6" long, proportionately thick, with a slight upward curve on it. My nostrils flared at the slight musky smell. He was clean, but sucking me off had obviously excited him quite a lot.

I leaned forward and steeled myself to touch it. He trembled slightly as my fingers grasped him. It was surprisingly hot to the touch, smooth and soft, but I could feel the hardness under the skin. I was breathtakingly excited. I breathed hard, realising I had been holding my breath for long seconds. I could feel the blood pulsing through his erection. It pulsed slightly in my hand. I looked up to see his pale blue eyes fixed on me. Waiting...

Oh well, I thought, its now or never. Leaning forward I replicated his slow lick up and down the shaft, moving my fingers to allow my tongue to slide up to the tip. He groaned and I glanced up to see that he had shut his eyes.

Bracing myself, I leaned forward further and allowed my lips to surround the head. It was his turn to gasp, and I felt good that I had pleased him. It tasted a little salty, but I was amazed to find it wasn't at all unpleasant. Rather it felt the most natural thing in the world. Slowly I built up a rhythm, up and down, sucking gently as I dipped, before pulling back and moving my hand to keep the pace even. He groaned again and this time his fingers locked in my hair, urging me to move faster.

I don't know how long that first act of fellatio lasted, minutes, hours... who knows. His cock fitted perfectly in my mouth, filling it just enough to feel good. I experimented, cupping his small balls and teasing the sac with my fingernails. It obviously worked because his fingers tightened in my hair more and more. Soon enough the moment of truth arrived. Do I swallow or not?

The matter was taken out of my hands because with a final high pitched squeak, my boy lover came. One second my mouth was filled with hard cock, the next I had a mouth full of warm liquid as well. In the split second before he jetted again, I decided. I swallowed once. He filled my mouth again, I swallowed again. The third pulse was smaller and I tasted bleach and wheaty warmth. It wasn't Angel Delight Butterscotch flavour but then it wasn't Brussels sprout nausea inducing foulness either.

I sucked him to the last tiny spurt.

I knelt back on my haunches and looked up at him for the first time in minutes. He had this stupid grin on his face, like that kid from the Mad comics. Goofy, satisfied and absolutely delighted.

I had done it at last!

Well, that's that one told. In fact I was introduced to the glorious pleasure of 69 after that. And all in the two hours my parents were out. But that's for the next episode. I think that my first 69 deserves that, don't you?

THREE

This episode is the one I warned was out of sync to the others. Mainly because that's the way my mind works, going from subject to subject (butterfly brain, my teachers called it) but I hope it proves equally stimulating for anyone who reads it!

OK, so this all happened last year. I was made redundant a couple of years ago, from a quite high paying job, so had to find another job quickly. The job I did find was pretty awful, manual, hard and monotonous, but, hey, it paid the mortgage. Happily the job and that monotony, is in the past, but on this particular day, which was sunny and warm, I decided to take my lunch to a nearby park. The park is on the edge of town, next to the industrial estate I was working on. So a couple of minutes walking got me to a bench on the very edge of the grass, overlooking a small play area below me in a dip in the ground. I munched my sandwiches and daydreamed as usual. I noticed two lads sitting on the small swings across the park, They were larking about, as boys do. I guessed they were between 13 and 14, just staring to shoot up in that gangly adolescent way. One reminded me of my old friend and tutor, Robin (see earlier Rec stories) The other was taller, dark haired, with an olive complexion, possibly some oriental blood I guessed.

That would have been that, but the play got rowdier, and they began to play wrestle on the rubber matting surrounding the play equipment. I watched them grabbing at each other, and noticed that the smaller, possibly younger boy was watching me between goosing bouts. They were laughing loudly, but I also noticed that the grabbing and holding was getting closer and closer to the crotch areas of both boys. Suddenly my sandwiches started to taste a bit dry...

The sideways glances and crafty squeezes got more obvious, and I locked eyes with the younger lad. Realising I was very vulnerable as an adult watching two under-age boys feeling each other up, I looked around the park, but mercifully it was still deserted apart from the wrestlers and myself. I could feel a definite swelling in my trousers, but was acutely conscious of how it would look if I approached them. No, maybe best to play the voyeur from a distance, I thought.

I thought they would probably get tired of teasing this old guy soon, and disappear, so I stayed where I was. But if anything the grabbing got more and more overt, until it wasn't grabbing at all, but definite sexual squeezing of each others crotches. Even at 20 yards distance, I could see that both boys had tents in their jeans. My mouth got even drier, and I wished for things to develop further, whilst hoping I would be allowed to watch events unfold.

The older, dark haired boy whispered something in the other kids ear, and they both laughed at a private joke. I saw that the younger kid now had his friends erection in his fist, through the denim material, and was definitely stroking now. My own cock was hard as a nail, and throbbing hard in my trousers.

Just then, they both stood up and started to walk away. My heart sank, although I was a little bit relieved that they hadn't approached me. With the current mania in the press about so called 'pedo's' I wasn't keen to get caught here in the open, ogling two adolescent gropers. (By the way, is it just me, or does anyone else see the hypocrisy of the media here? Kids are sexualized daily by the press, articles are written by 'agony aunts' on subjects like How to fellate your boyfriend, and sex is on the agenda 24/7, but anyone who looks sideways at an attractive girl or boy is labelled a pervert immediately. Quite apart from the fact that paedophiles are people who lust after pre teen kids, not adolescents!)

Anyway, as they began to walk away I resigned myself to getting off in the privacy of my own home later, memories of those two fresh and vivid. But as they walked away, I noticed they were headed for a wooded area at the far side of the park. I knew from driving down the adjacent road that the wooded area was quite large and overgrown. It led nowhere apart from a deserted and abandoned industrial area near a flyover.

But even with that knowledge, I would have almost certainly walked away myself then, back to my hated job. Except both boys turned round as they got to the trees and looked straight at me. The older boy just smiled a secret smile and turned into the undergrowth, but the younger lad lifted his arm and signalled to me with unmistakeable clarity. His signal was a crooked finger, which is the universal follow me sign. I gulped nervously and took one last look around the park. Still deserted...

I stood shakily, not quite sure whether this was a good idea. OK, it wouldn't be overlooked, but I was determined that no physical contact was going to happen. No sir, I don't want to be appearing in court charged with assaulting a minor, however willing that minor was. But I could look, couldn't I... well couldn't I?

I shuffled after them, conscious that my own hard on was hard to disguise if some young mum with a pram load of infants crossed my line of escape. None did however, and soon I was dipping my head and weaving through trees` and shrubs in the sudden coolness of the woods. I could hear the boys ahead of me, sniggers and whispers indicating they knew I had followed. I had one last moment of self doubt. Were they leading me on, not just teasing, but into some kind of adolescent trap? I almost turned back, but then I heard the unmistakeable sound of a zip being drawn down, and I'm afraid a hard cock has no conscience...

As I got to the small clearing ahead I could see they had definitely started without me. The older boy was leaning against a young tree with his head back and eyes shut. The other boy was kneeling in front of him in the classic cock suckers pose. In his right hand was the sturdy, dark skinned erection of his friend. My eyes zoomed in on it straight away. It wasn't big, but it was certainly excited. I looked down to see that the fair haired boy was holding his own dick in the other hand. Wow, I thought, this is certainly not the first time this little tableau has happened.

Just then the kneeling boy looked at me and smiled cheekily. He then looked up at his friend and down again at the erection in his hand. His smile faded and, mouth open, he leaned forward and took the other boys cock in his mouth. I though my cock would burst, it was so hard.

I didn't dare to go too much closer, so I shuffled to within about 4 feet of them. I just had to relieve myself. The juvenile cock sucker was building up a steady rhythm. The slurping sounds and muted groans from his friend were turning me on big time. I guessed this wouldn't take long I was right. He speeded up, and I struggled to unzip my trousers, with my hard on catching in my shorts as I tried to free it.

I heard the dark haired boy hiss a warning, and the kneeling kid pulled back from the cock he was sucking. No Robin then, I thought, not a swallower. Shame.

I managed to get my cock free, and just in time. The older boys cock jerked upwards, and a jet of white liquid shot across the kneeling kids shoulder. He held it away from him as it continued to pulse smaller shots of cum into the grass. His fist continued to milk the pulsing cock.

As I stroked my own cock, both sets of eyes turned to me. The older boy was breathing hard and looked me in the eyes. But the other kid was still jerking at his own slim dick, frantically trying to get off. His eyes were locked onto my cock. Probably bigger than he was used to seeing, although I've always though of my 7" as average.

I couldn't help myself. I shuffled two, then three steps closer, until his eyes widened in something close to fear. I guess he thought I was going to make him finish me off. But no, all I wanted was to make my cum mix with his friends in the grass. With a groan of my own, which made them both start, I came. A long jet of cum shot across the gap between us. I swear I didn't mean to, but one string of pearly cum flicked across his shirt, like a decorative piece of embroidery. He looked down at it in surprise, but just then the sensory overload hit him, and he came with a loud squeak reminiscent of my boy lover of 40 years ago. Three lots of cum now graced the green turf under our feet.

As always with these things, guilt and fear of discovery lead to rapid departures. The boys looked at each other and zipped up quickly. I did too, almost catching my balls in the zip.

We turned away, and left in separate directions. I spent the next few weeks fearing a knock at my door, but none came. Obviously they had filed the experience away under 'things to remember when we're older'

The only epilogue is that a few weeks later, I saw the younger lad, whilst out shopping with my wife. I froze in fear as he passed us outside Tesco's, but I shouldn't have worried. As I looked at him, and mercifully, as my wife looked at some tomatoes on the market stall in the street, he winked at me. Yes, winked. I grinned back. What else could I do? I took one last glance at that girlish mouth, remembering how those pink lips had recently been stretched over an erect cock, and filed away the memory.

OK, next posting will be the first time I enjoyed the heaven called 69. The return , and sadly the departure of Robin,my juvenile tutor.

FOUR

The Rec 4 -- or 69 is more than a number

After our joint exertions, we laid head to tail on the candlewick bedspread, occasionally chatting, but mostly basking in that contented post sex glow. We were both remarkably unembarrassed about what had just happened. OK, I know Robin had much more experience than me, despite his 6 month deficit in age, but I was quite surprised at myself.

I seemed to have reached a stage where I had come to terms with my own desires. Even at 14, I had rationalised my responses to the fact that I had just sucked off another boy, and felt a total lack of guilt or remorse at my actions. On the contrary, whilst we talked and laid comfortably next to each other, and the conversation turned to the pleasure we had just given each other I felt a familiar stirring below. Oh for the recovery time of my 14 year old self... I would give a lot to be able to perform twice in quarter of an hour nowadays!

I felt Robins hand idly rubbing my naked stomach. His hand dipped and soon brushed against the wet tip of my cock. Pre cum and the residue of my earlier ejaculation was collected on his finger tips and he massaged the warmth into my super sensitive glans.

A lazy hard on turned again into a rock hard erection, throbbing against his palm as he stroked me steadily. I turned my head sideways and saw that his own cock was also twitching back into life. I slid my hand over and gripped him firmly. It felt familiar and just plain right in my hand. Warm, slightly wet from my mouth still, and ready for action again.

I often wonder what a lovely picture that would have made to any aspiring pornographer. Two early teen boys, both naked from the waist down, slowly arousing each other on a single bed. My Airfix models and Green Lantern comics strewn across my chest of draws next to us, and the almost forgotten train set on the floor beside us. God, kids today have it made. If I had owned a digital camera in those days, I have no doubt several dozen erotic images would even now be filed away on my laptop for solitary masturbatory use...

I went to lean over, intending to reacquaint my self with the delicious sensation of his juvenile cock sliding into my willing mouth, but he stopped me with a short "No"

I looked along my body in surprise at his negative response. Didn't he want to come in my mouth again?

He grinned that appealing grin at me, and I was disarmed as usual.

"Wait" he said cheekily "I've always wanted to try this" and with that he slid further down my body until his lips were brushing my stiff cock. He pushed my head into line with his own erection and humped his hips slightly so that the hard flesh brushed my own lips. We laid, side by side each holding the others cock, until I realised what he wanted. You have to remember that in the late 60's there was very little available pornography around, full stop, let alone wall to wall internet fucking and sucking, available to all. Nowadays, if you're 14 and gay or bi, all you need to do is load up Xhamster or YouPorn, and away you go, 69 in one easy lesson. Back then, the chances of me finding any material showing two schoolboys giving each other oral pleasure were less than nil!

The glory days of Color Climax juvenile porn were years away, and don't tell me most of my readers don't remember that! Sadly, availability, and safety in owning that kind of material is prohibitive. I have to depend on my memories. And writing it down just isn't quite the same as seeing it. Oh well... So, there we lay, and it dawned on me, dim as I was then, that he intended us to suck each other at the same time. It took a few seconds for us to establish a rhythm, but once we did, I remember thinking "Oh boy, I could do this, like FOR EVER!"

He sucked me as expertly as always, this time using his tongue to lap the tip of my straining cock on the upstroke. It was heaven, and very nearly put me off my own stroke, but I was determined to make him come again, so thought desperately about dead kittens and Brussels sprouts, concentrating on not coming until I had made him moan. Its a good thing my parents were out, and also that my bedroom was at the back because the bed springs were squeaking, we were both moaning and gasping, and the wet, sucking sounds were turning me on even more than I imagined anything could. It couldn't last, of course. Despite the fact that both of us had climaxed minutes ago, nothing stops an adolescent male, when he gets started! I felt his hips began to jerk, and that movement made my own hips thrust in sympathy. Suddenly his cock jerked in my mouth and that now familiar flood of warm cum splashed across my tongue. I swallowed and sucked harder, which made him moan even louder. Several sparrows fled our eaves at the noise he was making...

It was all I needed, the taste of his cum, the feel of that warm cock pulsing in my mouth, and his balls tightening in my palm. I pushed my cock even deeper in his mouth and my own cum spurted into his willing mouth. He sucked me really hard this time, until I could feel the roof of his mouth clamped against my jerking cock. It was exquisite. This time I moaned loud enough to wake the neighbourhood.

This time, when we separated, we both laid like beached fish, gasping and sated. I could still taste his cum, salty but not unpleasant. I remember it felt like I had something stuck in my throat, but I've learned since that cum does that!

We dressed shakily, pulling up trousers and making ourselves as presentable as possible. His mums efforts to slick down his hair had failed dismally, but then I suppose having your head gripped between someone's thighs whilst they come in your mouth will do that every time.

We had about 3 minutes before my mum and dad were due back, so we hurriedly assembled the train set track and squatted either side of the small circle of metal, sliding the locomotive onto the rails, just as my little brother burst into the room without knocking

"Let me have a go" he started to wail in that little brother chain saw pitch I knew and hated

Then he stopped and sniffed, wrinkling his nose in disgust

"It stinks in here" he said flatly and Robin and I looked at each other in horror. We were unaware in those days what recently ejaculated cum smelled like to someone who has just entered the room. I leapt up and opened my window wide, flapping the curtains for all I was worth. I really didn't want my mum to come into the room and sniff... I guess she would have quickly identified the smell for what it was, and that would have been that for my new lover and me.

But little brothers have short attention spans, so shoving the Hornby loco into his grubby 10 year old hands, I distracted him by letting him place it on the tracks. He didn't even look up when Robin and I giggled nervously above him.

So that was that for my first 69 experience. I have rarely managed since to come within seconds of my partner in that situation, but then I don't have the hair trigger I did then either!

I was going to finish this chapter of my true sex life with the following weeks events in the groundsman's hut, but I think it deserves a chapter to itself. Sorry to disappoint you if you were waiting for it, but it will be worth it, I promise you!

FIVE

The following week or so went slowly. Opportunities for oral or even manual fun were severely restricted by school schedules and interfering parents. After school activities were limited to football and Cub Scouts. And even in these enlightened times, there still is no Scouting badge for Advanced Fellatio... although I received another qualification in cock sucking inside a scout tent later that year, but that's another story.

So frustration reigned for a while, and I had to content myself with exchanging sly grins with Robin in the school corridors and nightly masturbation, fuelled by vivid daydreams of mutual pleasure. I learned quickly not to use my underwear as a mop, after dark and doomsday predictions of blindness from my mum.

It was with some surprise and no little excitement that I greeted Robins whispered invitation to meet at the Rec on the following Friday. There was a teachers training day, which meant all us kids would be free to enjoy the sunshine of that lazy mid summer. To make it even sweeter, my Dad would be at work, and Friday was the day my Mum took my younger brother to her mothers for the day. Bliss! I got a hard on just thinking about the possibilities. Not that I needed much encouragement in those days, a trip on the upper floor of a bus was enough to give me an erection..

I guessed Robin had something a little adventurous in mind, when he informed me that he had a nice surprise waiting for me. That would turn out to be an understatement you could say...

Friday dawned hot and clear, but by the time my Mum had bundled my brother into his clothes, and left the house (as always with strict instructions on behaving myself, not having any other kids in, and "lock the door behind you if you leave the garden") it had started to cloud over with one of those summer days which threatened thunder and lightning at some stage.

So I hung about near the Rec entrance, avoiding other kids and watching down the London Road for Robin to appear. He was late, and I started to think I would be making an appointment with my right hand again this morning. But just as I was going to give up and go home, he appeared, not from the direction of his house, but from behind me. He must have come in via the gaps in the hedges on my road, I thought, puzzled. Then it dawned on me that to come into the park from that direction would have meant him passing the groundsman's hut, and his 'surprise' started to become clearer, even to my dim brain.

That cheeky grin was back on his face, and he play punched me on the arm before leaning close to whisper conspiratorially in my ear.

"I just saw Benjamin"` he said, watching my eyes for a reaction " He said we can spend some time in his workshop, if we want"

Now I wasn't sure whether that meant Robin had grabbed us some free time alone in the hut, or if the lurid thoughts that were now filling my feverish adolescent imagination were about to come true. I didn't get the chance to think any more, because just as I started to ask him what he meant, the sky darkened dramatically and the heavens opened.

The rain began slowly, but within seconds of us starting to run, the drops began to get bigger and bigger until we were both soaked to the skin. Two skinny teenagers stood and laughed helplessly at each other as the water sluiced over us. We were about 5 yards from the green workman's hut when the first clap of thunder made us jump vertically several inches off the ground. The following flash of lightning was enough to cure our laughing fit instantly. We fled for the shelter of the wooden awning in front of the old tool shed. The door opened as we got there, and in the dim light of the storm lamp inside stood the man I had seen so recently with his oversized cock filling my friends mouth. I almost stopped myself on the spot, like a Keystone Cop , but Robins hand seized my sodden t- shirt by the shoulder, and heaved me bodily inside. There we stood, dripping wet, hair plastered over our foreheads, teeth chattering whilst the man stared at us. After a second or two his mouth opened, revealing impossibly white teeth, and he smiled a wide Caribbean smile at the sight before him,.

I suppose I should stop here and give you a physical description of myself, I just realised that, although I have described Robin in some detail, my 14 year old self is still a mystery to you all. I was 5'4" tall, kind of skinny, although bigger framed than Robin. I had (and still have, although less of it!) dirty blonde hair, which needed cutting as it was inches over my ears and collar, but I had been dodging my Dads barber threats for a month now. I have blue eyes with that dark edge around the pupil my wife likes so much. I suppose I was OK looking, and looking back at the few photos I have of my early teen years, I guess if I had been a gay adult male in those days and was given the opportunity to have 'fun' with a kid who looked like me, I would have been up for it. If that makes any sense! I suppose to sum up, I was a typical early adolescent, a bit gangly, a bit underdeveloped, but 'do-able!'

Anyway, there we three stood, one tall black guy in his twenties wearing blue overalls with those big strap buttons you don't see any more and two skinny adolescents soaked to the skin, with water pooling at our feet.

The fact that the rain had settled into a steady downpour, with black rolling clouds rushing in from the West had sent every other person in the park scurrying away. The green stretch of the grass outside was deserted through the mist of the rain. We were alone, and I sensed the mood change. Thunder still rumbled overhead and several flashes cracked around the hut, the smell of ozone sharp in the summer air.

The man I now know as Benjamin spoke in a deep and rich Jamaican lilt

"You boys need to get out of those wet clothes" he said, and we looked at each other, Robin with an amused quizzical raise of his fair eyebrow, me with a more owlish disbelief.

"I mean NOW, boys" his voice went up an octave, which was still somewhere in the bass` register.

We both jumped, and then Robin shrugged and stripped off his shirt and trousers. As always he hadn't bothered with underpants or socks, so he stood naked before I had even got my t shirt over my head. I checked out his cock, purely for academic reasons, you understand. Then I stripped myself self-consciously, seeing them both watch my disrobing with similar interest. To be honest, I don't know why either of them would be impressed. My cock had shrunk dramatically under the influence of all that cold rain, and I just stopped myself cupping my genitals in my hand like a frightened virgin as I finished undressing.

The atmosphere in the hut was electric. I have no idea how I would react as an adult if I had two adolescent naked boys in front of me, especially if I knew that one of them at least was happy with the idea of sucking my cock, but I suppose it wouldn't be much different to Benjamin's.

The man heaved open an old chest of drawers in the corner and thrust two rough and well used towels at us, and so we began to dry ourselves off awkwardly. I noticed that there was a definite bulge in the man's overalls, which seemed a whole lot bigger than it had seconds ago, so when I started to dry my cock and balls, I couldn't help a reciprocal stirring down below. I saw Robin had finished drying himself, and was now idly watching me, whilst rubbing absently with the towel his own stiffening cock. I knew something hot was going to happen, here in this small hut, smelling of grass and machine oil. Something which would live on in my memory for the rest of my life. And so it proved.

Benjamin brushed past me as he went to the door and looked both ways outside. The rain was even harder, if possible, and the flashes of lightning more frequent, accompanied by some serious thundering right above us. Satisfied we were unlikely to be disturbed I guess, he locked the door from the inside, crossed to the storm lamp and turned up the wick and turned to us kids, still standing in the middle of the floor.

"Robin tells me you liked what you saw the other week" he drawled slowly.

I nodded dumbly, the words just wouldn't form. My mouth was unable to move.

"You liked this" he said, and unbuttoned his fly slowly. I gulped as his hand fished inside and started to draw his cock out. It was even better than I remembered. Long ( well over 8" I guess, which was huge to me then) slowly getting harder and thicker as the blood filled it. The head was like one of the big black plums my nan grew in her garden. He wasn't circumcised, so when his erection stood fully up after his lazy strokes, I could see pink, wet flesh under the coal black of his silky skin. It was like one of those Indian Fakir stories I had read by Rudyard Kipling. As his dick swelled and throbbed like the worlds sexiest cobra, I was drawn to it inexorably. I felt my feet move across the rough sawn wood of the floor and then it was right there, in front of me, begging to be, I don't know, touched, sucked, swallowed... all of the above?

"Well boy" he said slowly "Are you just gonna look at it?"

Well, what do you think. I could hear Robins ragged breathing behind me, and realised that my own breath was coming in fast, uneven gasps. Of COURSE I wasn't just going to look. I realised there and then, when conscious thought was still possible, that I would always love a stiff cock. I have been happily married for several decades, and have lovely children and grandchildren I adore, but nothing has ever sexually excited me more than the first look, feel and taste of a new cock.

I almost collapsed and hit the floor with my knees, looking up at the big guy above me. His open dark face was creased in a small smile, like he knew how I was feeling, and then there was the object of my desire, right in front of my face, long, thick, silky and just begging to be touched.

I reached out a nervous hand and slid my palm onto the shaft. It was warm to the touch, soft on the outside, with muscular hardness inside. I stroked it slowly, wanting to prolong the moment for ever. It seemed even bigger this close, and I have to say, looking back, I admire his restraint. A 14 year old boy was exploring his hard cock, and he never moved a muscle.

I grew bolder, and moved still closer, stroking him, watching the bulbous pink head appear and disappear as his skin was pulled up and down. I could have done that all day, but he wanted more, and so did I.

His cock had a faint musky smell, not at all unpleasant, and certainly not unclean ,rather it smelt of man, and I wanted nothing more than to hold this thing for ever. I leaned nearer and ran my tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum, light and sweet. I found out later that his diet consisted of lots of fruit,and it is something I have remembered in later life. Guys who eat lots of fruit and vegetables, and very little spicy food, especially if they don't smoke produce sweeter cum. Its a fact! Check it next time you are on your knees!

But you don't care about that, do you?

I licked him again, my tongue flat, and his self control slipped a little bit. I chanced a small suck on the very tip and a deep groan rewarded me for my efforts. It was now or never, and I wasn't about to lose my chance. I ducked my head and enveloped the head of his cock with my mouth. It filled it completely, and I dimly wondered how Robin had possibly swallowed more of this big cock. Never mind, I pulled back and applied some of the lessons Robin had taught me, deep swallow, pull back, rapid strokes of my tongue on the tip, and all the time stroking his shaft whilst grazing his big black balls with my finger tips. It seemed to have the right effect. A large firm hand cupped the back of my head and began to impose a regular beat to my sucking.

I felt rather than saw movement beside me, and from the corner of my eye saw that the still naked Robin was now kneeling beside me, whispering encouragement. I sucked, he whispered, and the man above us groaned in pleasure. I felt Robins hand seeking my cock, and allowed him to stroke me steadily as he urged me on. I have never been so turned on in my life, not since, not ever...

Benjamin took longer to come than I did, quite a bit longer, I had shot my own sperm onto the wood floor at least a minute before he started to speed up his movements. But soon enough he hissed a warning that he was coming. I had a moments doubt about whether I could handle his ejaculation, but, as always with me, a desire to please outweighed my own doubts.

His hand gripped my head harder, and I felt his big balls contract. I opened my eyes to see Robin frantically jerking at his cock, inches from my face as I sucked really hard to increase the sensation.

That did it. One big warm spurt filled my mouth and I swallowed quickly, another, I swallowed again, a third, just as big, and I started to panic that I wouldn't be able to handle it all, a fourth, less this time, and relieved, I began to lick his pulsing head as his spurts slowed. Finally I let his softening cock fall from my lips with a small plop. A string of white cum hung from my lower lip, and I remember feeling slightly nauseous at the sheer volume of spunk I had ingested, but it passed quickly.

I rocked back on my heels just as Robin squeaked and let loose his own orgasm. Thin, hot ropes of hot sperm decorated my naked shoulder and neck. I didn't care. The most erotic moment of my life had just happened,and I grinned up at Benjamin. He grinned back.

The thunder and lightning continued to crash above us as we remained in our positions. I had done it, My mind was whirling with thoughts and sensations. After the storm passed, and the three of us had dressed and tidied up, there was the usual awkward silence. Robin and I left across the soaking grass, leaving Benjamin to close the door behind us. I often wondered what he felt about two adolescent boys using him for gratification. OK, I know he was the one coming in our mouths, but really, he was just a convenient erection that Robin and I used to learn on. I suppose we all got something out of it, so who gets hurt? No one I guess.

I think we would have carried on visiting that hut on a regular basis for more fun, but, and as I look back on it, unsurprisingly, something went wrong.

In fact it was only a week or so after the events above that it all imploded spectacularly. One day at school, Robin didn't appear. Nothing was said, but there were lots of teachers whispering to each other in corridors. The school radar carried endless gossip, most of which were wide of the mark, but when I got home that night, I endured an exquisitely uncomfortable 'interview' by my mum and dad about Robin, and his 'activities. Nothing directly accurate was said, but I knew exactly what they were getting at when they questioned me about what sort of 'play' we had got up to over the past few weeks. I played dumb, which as you probably know by now, is kind of easy for me, and eventually the grilling eased off. I never saw Robin again. His family moved away virtually overnight, and the next time I visited the Rec, there was an elderly white guy manning the lawnmowers and occupying 'our' shed.

At 14, I didn't read the papers, even the local ones, and in those days, things like that were dealt with without the present hysteria and witch hunts and frenzy. I suppose Robin was spirited away to avoid him being corrupted further (fat chance!) and Benjamin would have been given his marching orders and probably disappeared up into London, where no one would have known about his sexual preferences. In any case, within weeks, it was all forgotten,and all I had were the vivid memories of both my sexual partners. None of those memories would I trade for anything in the world!

So my adventures in the Rec ended that summer, with that spectacular storm and about 15cc of male sperm...

Daddy's Girl

I escaped the orphanage when I was four, my new Daddy and mother responded so much differently to my playing with myself. When I was six Daddy came into my room with my clean clothes and caught me rubbing my pussy. As he backed out the door, he said, “I’m sorry.” He then knocked and when I told him to come in he put my close on my dresser. Daddy never again opened my latched door without knocking first. Mother spanked me every time she caught me, and would barge in just to see if I was MASTERBATING. The last time she caught me she used a belt on my pussy to teach me what was getting me into trouble. The next morning a Saturday, daddy had left early with friends to go fishing. I was in the tree house daddy made for me watching birds with Daddy’s golf scope. A pair of robins where building a nest outside my parents bedroom window. Mother wrapped in a bath towel went into her room. She went to her nightstand and pulled a pink cylinder from the drawer it was as long as her hand from wrist to the tip of her index finger and twice as thick as her thumb. She pushed it into her pussy round end first. She then got dressed sweats and started running on the treadmill. I had wondered how she could run on that thing with a smile on her face. I thought somebody should spank her pussy with a built.

That afternoon I was coloring and noticed the similarity between a crayon with a rounded tip and what mother had stuck into herself. After a few minutes I peeled the paper of the black crayon; it was the longest one being rarely used and slipped it into my pocket. Later when I went to the bathroom after peeing I experimented with sticking it into my pussy. It hurt a bit and I bled a bit when it went through an ineffective barrier but it also felt wonderful. I spent the rest of the day with it in me.

Months later I slipped on the stairs and broke the crayon. I couldn’t get half of the crayon out and the sharp edges hurt, but not as much as a belt spanking even if mother only spanked my but. I spent the rest of the day moving as little as possible until daddy came home from work. Before he turned off the engine I had opened the passenger door and asked him to drive me around the block.

As soon as we were out of the driveway daddy said, “What don’t you want your mother to hear?”

I told him everything; when I told of the pussy spanking Daddy’s face got red his jaw clinched and he bent the steering wheel.

When I finished the story Daddy said, “I could try to remove the rest of the crayon with needle nose pliers but it would probably hurt and if I fail you would still have to have a doctor do it, or I could just take you to the doctor who has the right tools and have him remove it.”

I had noticed that the doctor put everything in his files and I didn’t want a record of this.

Daddy stopped and bought a new pair of pliers, a big tub of Vaseline and a tape recorder before going home.

Mother was in a rage by the time we got home and instead of his usual soothing replies Daddy said things that made her madder till she stormed off. Then he took me to my room and blocked the door with a chair. He then had me take off my dress and panties and lay with my but on the edge of my bed and my legs spread as far is I could. Sitting on the floor between my legs he spread my pussy lips with his left index finger and thumb and stuck the heavily lubed pliers in with his right hand and eventually fished out the last of the big pieces of crayon it was in two pieces. He then took me to the bathroom and had me sit on the toilet and washed me out with mother’s douche. He made me promise not to stick anything up there for three days.

Daddy and mother yelled a lot that night the next morning mother moved to Reno Nevada to start a quickie divorce.

On the third day he asked how my pussy felt. I told him the truth that it felt good but wanted something hard and smooth stuck in. He presented me with a stainless steel tube with a cap welded on both ends. Daddy explained that it had compartments on both ends with tungsten balls bouncing around inside so that it would vibrate a little when I moved. I didn’t wait for Daddy to leave before lifting my skirt, lowering my panties and putting it in. It was much better than the crayon had been especially when I moved.

Daddy has his own children; Bethany our oldest is only 14 years younger than me. I think it happened the first time we made love but it had to have been the first three days. I lost count of how many times we made love that glorious weekend. The Tahiti tourist brochure said the hotel had a beach, I don’t remember seeing it.

Submitted 9. april 2013

The Babysitters ride

This is a Fake, Could have happened, did to a point.

I am 56 this year, Male, white and of the lower middle class at birth, Conservative parentage Irish Catholic and a very cute boy.

I lived in El Monte Ca and was a latch key kid to the max, Dad worked nights at the Crofords Chevron at 5 points while Mom worked days at Clatons MFG. I was attending the local primary school and came home to an empty house after school.

Then about two PM Sandy and randy would show up. Sandy was our paid babysitter and about 16 years old, Randy was her adult {21 Year Old boyfriend}[mom and dad knew about the BF and accepted him.]

Well this is what happened that special sunny June day, School was about to let out for the summer and I and my two brothers and one sister were sitting at home sweating our asses off when we all heard the roar of Randy's Starliner coming around thew corner about a hundred feet from where we sat. Marie jumped up and ran out the door to greet them, The three of us boys scampered out the other side door and put to the north south porch and out the man gate to the street, We all saw the Gal {1960 Ford Starlinner raked out on N50-15 Tires under the native skirts. [mind all this was before the Viet-Nam war, 1963 and I was 6 years old. In the first grade, My eldest Brother is three years older , then comes JS who is one and a half years my senior in age, then I was born in 1957 followed shortly by my kid sis in Dec 59. Mom and Dad fucked a lot back then.]

Back to the tale;

Sandy had her door open and half out of the car before Randy had it facing the wrong way at the curb and reeving the motor to accent there archival as Sandy ordered us four kids to grab out git and git in the car, Close the house , We will be back before Dads home ,,, I got to go take care of Tammy's kids while she goes to Easy Street.{Welfare is on Easy Street in El Monte Ca. Look it up} So I got to take you to her house. I already cleared in with Paulie so just get and get and lets go Were late.... " she said at a hundred miles and hour, I had what I needed and would let the eldest handle the house and jumped into the front seat between Sandy and Randy, I really had a serious crush on her, She was to me a goddess, Firm tits the size of hard balls and the face of an angle. She actually in my memory was about 15/16 years old , In HS at Arroyo and was near five two and about night-five pounds, Dirty Blond hair and a Tight ass, And YES I at 6 years old knew a good ass from a fat one; and Sandy's was perfect; I would be in the shower stroking my little cock thinking or her. I did not know what I would do to her but I wanted to do it all.

She made me hard.

Ok Ok back to the story, Forgive an old man,, All four of us were in the car in a minute and Randy was moving before the doors were closed, He did a 180 degree turn from curb to curb drifting the rear around in a cloud of tire smoke and roaring pipes and sped through the stop sign at the corner as he made a sharp right on Cogswell heading to Rio Hondo PrWy then a fast left and up two streets and another left to the house in the middle of the block and spun into the dirt yard and slid to a stop; throwing me into the dash almost braining me on the hard steel. Sandy had her door open and was jumping out as the car came to a dusty stop with a loud roar of exhaust and a squeal from the protesting belts, I was right on Sandy's ass as she ran to the house, I stopped at the door as was polite in the day, and hear more than saw through the rusty screen door her talking to one of the four forms in the house, She said that she was there and had to bring her other clients kids and she hoped that the woman would not mind, All the kids are about the same age and all go to Chery Lee so it should be fine. The woman I took it agreed and was running to the waiting ride as Sandy was talking.

All was find and dandy. There were three other girls and there kids there also; Friends of Randy and Sandy's.

In total there were six kids between 5 and 9 and a toddler in the house a little 3 year old girl that was sucking on her twenty year old mothers tit.

I was a shy guy back then and while I was affected with sex I was afraid just as much as antisepent. I stayed near the house for one to stay out of my next elder brother who was forever using me as a scapegoat to make himself shine as the bad boy, So I just hung out under the window that on the other side of the wall Sandy was sitting on the clutch talking to her girlfriends, they were all just adult or about to be, Two were in school and one a graduate and pregnant with one crawling, and they were talking about sex. Hard core. Just like all the young women were back then, the pregnant one was nursing her three year old as Sandy and the rest passed a joint around the room.

{Drugs were common in the 60s}

I heard Sandy tell the room that she thought that I had a crush on her, and I jumped up and looked over the window ledge and was seen as I ducked down again I heard the other girl call out my name and tell me that I better get my eves-dropping ass into the house right now. I was scared as I walked around to the door and knocked on the screen and was yelled at to get in the house and own up to what I did wrong.

I slunk into the room with my hands crossed at the crotch and stood facing Sandy as she gave me a very stern look that caused me to about pee my school blues. She looked at me and asked strait off if I had been listening for a while. I said 'ya\.

You hear what I just said here? she asked. I said 'ya\.

She asked Did I? I shyly looked around at the other girls siting and standing about and I turned Pink as a pussy as I said 'Ya\. and twisted around stay-footed , just twiking my knees and hips. Hyper active and at the time un-med-i-cat-ed and starting to get a hard horn between my legs. The whole room had a smirk and smile on there four faces and the baby was sucking nip and getting her little baby puss rubbed by her very horny and perverted daddy fucker of a mother.

Sandy turned to me and asked me real sweet what I wanted for punishment, A spanking on my bear ass, or something more "Adult?"

I said Adult, not knowing at all what I was in for.

Sandy then ordered me to take my cloths off , I blushed and started crying, But I took my pants off and then my shirt, leaving me standing in my tidy-whiteys and a dirty yellowish tea shirt and a tent out front. She then told me "all" and I was a little boy that did what my elders told me to so not to get spanked so I took all of it off, I was then standing on a dusty old rug over a wooden floor before four adult girls and a baby girl sucking tit.

They were all snickering as Sandy told me to sucker the other tit and I was teased hard until I just had to do it to stop the torment. I walked the three steps with my hands covering my erection that was guiding me to her; then climbed up onto the seat and made for the exposed tit right there in the also naked and very bold cunt of the little girl; That little baby pussy was the very first pussy that I had seen so I studied it as I took the distended nipple into my mouth and started sucking and nibbling to get the milk.

The Girl that I was sucking had her own hand in the pussy of her little girl and she reached down to my cock and felt just how hard I was and said to the girls that she was concerned that I would be hurt if something was not done to release my condition soon and all the women/girls laughed at that as Sandy told the girl that she could do me if she wished.

Her idea was that I should be taught to eat cunt, and that her daughter would be the cunt that I would lick. I was scared at first because of the pee thing but then was coerced to do it and Oh How I changed my mind on the very first lick, taste, smell of that toddler twat.I took a quick look around the room and saw that all the females there had her hands in there respective crotches rubbing the cloths covering there own cunts.

I was told to lay on my back on the carpet and I did so, Then the nursing mother placed her child onto my face as she took hold of my cock little cock in her soft small hands and started playing with the five inch long thing that fascinated me so much.

Them Sandy told the girl to suck me, I did not know what she meant but soon felt a wetness surround my shaft and got a thrill as she started to give me my very first blowjob and fell in love with the girl that was sucking me and loving the taste of her daughters tiny pussy that was sitting on my face.

I was at the time still a few years from producing any cum but the feeling of getting my privet toy sucked was out of this world. She sucked me all the way into her mouth and took my small balls in there also, and in a few moments I was shaking and organism to beat the band. The very best feeling in that area that I ever felt to that time.

After that and a few moments later her daughter pissed in my mouth as my tong brought her three year old cunt to the big O In the position I was in I had no other choice than to drink all the baby piss flooding out of the child.

Then the baby was lifted off my face and placed onto my cock,with the ease that I slipped into that toddlers cunt I was not the first one in there, Later I was to find out the the little girls father was the first into her soon after her first birth day and that he took her maidenhead the day she was pulled out of her mothers cunt as sister daughter to her, her teacher was her father as well as her grand dad. But at the time I cared not at all. What I was concentrating on was the feel or tightness surrounding me as the baby girl was pushed down onto me.

I got the hang of the motion soon and fucked into the little slut for a a quarter hour as I was nearing my secant cum of the day but not to my pleasure my last I shook through another dry blast or pleasure and desire.

Sandy had her fingers working in her hairy cunt as I looked right at the gushing gash covered with short trimmed bush and wet pink flesh she was about fist fucking.

before that evening I was to get fucked by each of the girls there and eat out each of there cunts and fuck the three year old several more times before Randy came back from his job and the woman whose house we were in came home from Easy street and my mother was due back from work.

Well at least this is what I fantasied as I sat under the window playing with myself and my toy.

Submitted 5. april 2013

Mom's Mistake

My father and his secretary disappeared when I was 8; he had a business meeting in Boston and were expected to stay over night. Mz. Jones pick him up at 7:00 am it was the only time I had seen her. She was the ugliest woman I have ever seen Leonerd Nimoy in drag would be more attractive. The car never made it to the airport. Mom took it hard; it was months before she showed any emotion other than tears or rage.

It wasn't until I was 10 that I brought any friends home. I remember the first sleep over I hosted after dad's disappearance like it was yesterday. Jimmy Romano and Ted Burton and I stayed up till almost dawn playing monopoly; Jimmy won. Ted lost maybe twenty minutes before I did and laid face down on my bed he was wearing my clothes because he slipped wet steps and landed in the flower garden and was covered in mud from head to toe. Mom insisted that he shower and change. We both had lots of shoulder length black hair. I could not sleep and had a pillow over my head when mom came in. She softly said it was time to get up and getting no response she knelt down between Jimmy and me. She quietly opened Jimmy's sleeping bag and leaned over him there was the sound of a zipper moving and then mom leaned lower and there were sucking sounds. After a few minutes she covered him back up and reapplied her lipstick. She then opened Ted's sleeping bag which I was in undid my pants and then took my dick in her mouth and sucked and licked it. I have jacked off as long as I remember and it had never felt so good. The first time I ever squirted and my mom swallowed it. She then got up and left the room.

Mom woke us up for lunch. I was ready to dismiss the blowjob as a dream but I found traces of Mom's lipstick on my dick. I never told Mom that I knew she was sucking off my friends or the mistake she made that first time.

Ted must have known what happened because I never told and all the boys wanted to stay at my house after that.

Submitted 4. april 2013

Born Gay? (1 of 2)

Born or made that way? For me it was so obviously the first that my father left in a rage when I was 5. He couldn't handle having a gay son and weekends with him were spent doing manly things and trying to instill manliness into me. I took it in stride and pretended to be manly for him, knowing that when I got home on Sunday night Mom would let me just relax and wear one of her nighties as "pj's" That was her first step in encouraging my "feminine" side. Originally, she wanted to be a good mom and just let me be me...but she WAS bitter at my father. She thought that having me turn out as gay as possible as soon as possible would be the best way to devastate his world, correctly of course.

Sorry this isn't a complete xdressing story. I did wear feminine things but the idea of being pretty of looking like a girl didn't come into my mind at that stage. Mom also started sleeping with guys more...and being more and more careless about what I saw...often catching my eye and smiling as a guy buried his face in her shoulder and fucked her like a rabbit.....or maybe she'd make a big deal about how delicious his cock was and how much she loved sucking it.....if the angle was right she'd be looking at me in the doorway the whole time and he'd be thinking she was talking dirty to him. She started coming in to say goodnight and talking about it with me as she tucked me in...asking me if I liked "that one" or telling me that I would love the taste of a man's cream. Around this time she started paying attention to my cock too.

For about two years she did that..constantly keeping me in eager anticipation of playing with a man's cock while she looked for a man who was willing and who she thought was acceptable...very hard criteria to find together I imagine. She had me act out what I saw her do when we were alone...giving me a hot dog or popsicle to do it to....eventually a cooked italian sausage and then kielbasa.

When she found the right guy, she married him. Once he was supporting the family he got the rewards. My watching was openly encouraged by mom and "Dan." I was invited to help guide him into her....then to help get him ready for her...eventually, I found myself sucking him one day after school, and doing rather well thanks to mom. I was almost 8. I swallowed his cum..and sucked him again for Mom to see when she came home. She watched and took pictures. She took pictures as I was initiated into anal sex...fingers, toys, eventually a real cock..Dan's cock. She took videos of him fucking me in different positions...sometimes femmed up and sometimes just home from school. They shared me with other men and couples..anyone who was willing to trade kid for kid. Until I was 14 I was constantly having sex with both of them, other adults and other kids, sometimes even finding new kids..making friends...testing their parents...if their parents messed around with me then I reported back to mom and Dan. Soon after both families would get together and socialize. Mom had a daughter during her second year of marriage to Dan and she was brought up from day one "in the life" with mom often caressing her mound as a way of comforting her for nap time. More later.

Submitted 22. nov. 2010

Born Gay? (2 of 2)

One of the things the adults used to do when they set up parties was to have a kid or maybe two sit on an ottoman with red tape on the floor around it. The game was that if an adult stepped up to the line you had to service him...or her. This was my favorite thing ever. I did it the first time when I was 10. By that point I was well experienced, had developed a look that worked...clearly a boy but femmed up quite nicely. And if given the choice I always wore thigh high stockings....at my size they were really knee highs for a woman but they looked hot and my mom worked out a garter for me.

For my initiation I was brought up and placed on the huge soft square. People ohhh'd and ahh'd as "Daddy"...that is, Dan...made me pose and act coy. There were several people there, men, women and the kids they brought...for that was still the rule, to get a kid you had to bring a kid. There were mostly the regular people but 3 new guys, each of whom had a nervous looking grandson in tow. One was a very young boy...maybe 4. He had duct tape on his mouth and his hands were taped together. I saw his old man grab his hips and pull him backwards.....heard the muffled cry and saw his eyes fill with panic and pain...then roll back into his head moments later as the man kept letting him almost climb off the massive cock and then pulling him back down onto it. That was the last thing I saw before Dan patted me on the head and my view was blocked, my lips reflexively opening for the cock as I closed my eyes. I knew Dan would guide it in. He always took control like that and it was best just to be guided. I knew that he was anxious to impress and expected it when he just pulled my head down and began fucking my throat without preamble. I still acted surprised and put up a little fight. All the men liked feeling like they were making me do this. I settled down quickly though as he got a pace going and began working himself to orgasm with my mouth and throat. In moments I felt fingers working cool goo into my ass. Then whoever it was grabbed my arm and twisted it back hard. I smiled to myself, knowing exactly which guy liked doing this and began whimpering like I was scared. both men came quickly, filling my mouth and ass with cum.

They stepped away and two more took their places as someone quickly figured out that the ottoman had room for another child. The old man with the bound and gagged 4 year old quickly stepped up and put him into place beside me on his back and continued fucking him until he came quickly and violently in his ass and pulled out with a satisfied grunt and a plop. He left the boy there and unceremoniously sat back down as another man took his place and flipped the kid so his ass was in the air before raping him. Eventually he stopped crying and just lay there grunting with his eyes unfocused. At that point they took off the gag but it was quickly replaced with a cock. He whimpered but had no choice but to suck it.

About that time I had taken several men and loads and was taken out of play to rest. He wasn't though. I knew what this was. Sometimes the adults liked to pick a child and use him without mercy or remorse all night. They had done it to me several times at other parties. He sucked many more cocks and every one of them shot cum all over his face and body. He had to lie there with his eyes closed and cummy and take every cock that was given to him for three hours straight. It would take him a month to recover but he would be there more often after that. It only took me a week. lol.

Submitted 23. nov. 2010

A Wakeup Call

This story happened when I was in the 6th grade. My folks went out of town for the weekend and left my grandmother in charge. Grandma tended to stay up late drinking and sleeping in until noon. My 8th grade sister had a friend, Susan over to spend the night.

I was one of those guys who started puberty early. I was already about 5'10" (I am 6'6" now).

Everybody (except Grandma) got up pretty early on Saturday morning. I was a little slow and started to read a book while everyone took their turns in the bathroom. My sister decided to show off by cooking breakfast while I continued to read. When breakfast was just about ready, Susan volunteered to come get me and bring me back downstairs for breakfast. I was lying in bed in my tighty-whitey briefs reading my book when Susan burst into the room. She was pretty well developed for an 8th grader, I guess much more than the girls in my 6th grade class and I often got hard thinking about her. I hadn't discovered masturbation yet or she would have been one of my favorite fantasies.

Susan was wearing a baby doll night gown with nothing under her top except her b-cup tits. She jumped onto the bed and started tickling me, sitting astride me with her sweet pussy right against my crotch. All that separated us were our underwear and I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my dick. Plus as she bent over me, I could see her tits, nipples and all swaying under her top. Of course, I popped an immediate boner. Susan kept rubbing back and forth against me as she tickled and I (slightly) resisted. Suddenly, she realized that she had my fairly sizable hard on rubbing between her pussy lips. Her eyes grew wide and her pussy grew very wet. Although she could act a little slutty at times, looking back I have the feeling that she wasn't all that experienced.

Susan rolled off and laid sat cross legged next to me on the bed. She grasped my cock through my underwear and looked smiling into my eyes. As she sucked her bottom lip, she lifted my waistband and slid her hand into my underwear.

"Oooh, I have to see this!" she said as she slid my briefs down my legs. She held my dick in her warm hand, examining it with wide-eyed wonder, running her hand over my cock and balls, running her fingers through my sparse pubes. She got a sly grin on her face and started stroking my cock with one hand while she fondled my balls with the other. I could still see down her top and the way she sat gave me a great view of her panty clad camel toe. Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to have the first orgasm of my life. She let out a muffled squeal as I shot my first load into the air. The cum literally flowed out of my dick, shooting at least 12 inched into the air and splashing down onto my stomach and her hand. I shot at least six big spurts and dribbled out more as I came down from the high of my first hand job.

Susan got off the bed then and licked some of the cum off of her wrist. "Better get downstairs to breakfast before someone comes up here looking for us" she said smiling. I just lay there for a few moments trying to collect myself while she stopped off in the bathroom to wash my cum off of her arm. I finally stirred, looking for something to wipe up the big puddle of com off of my chest and stomach. By the time I finally got my shit together and got downstairs, the pancakes were mostly gone and my bitchy big sister refused to make more. Susan and I never got another chance to go at it again. She would still smile and flirt, but never again made a move to get alone with me. She and my sister went to different schools the next year and stopped hanging around together, but I appreciated the new skill she taught me and I still think about that morning at times when I am pleasuring myself to this day.

Submitted 20. nov. 2010