Perverts 'R' Us

My Secret Life - Chapter 1

By Chillun ( M/b, pedo )

The first time I remember being aware of sexual feelings was about the age of five. I was lying on the bed in my shorts, so it must have been summertime, and I was rubbing myself against the old satin quilt that covered it. I can still recall the absolutely exquisite sensation of the satin caressing my naked skin. I have no idea how long I lay there, just sliding around the big double bed I shared with my older brother. I do know that I eventually pulled off my shorts so that I could feel the satin rub my hard little penis. I was in heaven!

Suddenly, I became aware that I wasn't alone. I looked up to see my stepfather staring at my naked little body. Somehow I knew I was doing something that I probably shouldn't be doing and I scrambled to retrieve my shorts.

As I crawled across the bed to grab them, my stepfather's large hand came down on my back, pinning me to the bed. I went still as a bird, not knowing whether I was going to be punished or what. Surprisingly, my dad asked me in a quiet voice what I had been up to, and, in my innocence, I told him that rubbing on the quilt felt really nice against my skin.

My father looked at me in a strange way and began rubbing his big calloused hand up and down my still-naked body. I was somewhat surprised by this, as he was not normally very physically demonstrative with us children. By now caressing me quite openly, he told me that there were lots of different ways to feel good. He leaned over me and began kissing on the back of my neck, down my shoulders across my bum and down my legs.

Since my biological father had deserted my mother when I was two, I was not accustomed to receiving physical affection from any adult other than the occasional hug from my mother. Young children desperately need affection, and I suppose that I had been starved for it for a long time. Anyway, nothing had ever felt this good to me in my whole life!

I lay quietly, afraid that if I moved too much, my dad would stop doing this wonderful thing. He gently rolled me over, giving him access to the front of my body. Kissing me on the lips, he slid his hand down the front of my smooth young body, brushing it across my still aching little boner. The pleasure was so intense; it jackknifed me off the bed. As I came up my mouth mashed into my dad's and he caught me in his big strong arms, one between my naked legs and the other supporting my back.

Massaging my round little bum, he gently slipped his tongue into my gasping mouth. I instinctively sucked on it and opened my mouth wider to accommodate his thick wet tongue. We continued to kiss while my dad caressed and stroked my young awakening body. To this day I can't forget the electricity of the raw sensations my father was creating in my prepubescent young flesh. It was absolutely thrilling to me.

I slid my arms around his neck and began to grind my whole body against his big warm chest, accidentally catching my swollen knob on one of the snaps of his western style shirt. I yelped in surprise and pain and pulled myself away from him. He looked down to see why I had retreated and then leaned over and sucked my knob into his warm wet mouth. I went into Orbit! I'm sure that I had my first orgasm right then and there, gasping and twitching like a madman.

The next thing I knew was that we were in the bathroom. My dad sat me down on the counter while he turned on the taps to fill the tub and then proceeded to strip off his own clothing. I watched him, fascinated by his adult body.

In our home, nudity was not common so this may have been the first time I ever saw him completely naked. My stepfather was a labourer and had been raised on a farm so he had developed a good strong body over the years. At that time he would have been in his late thirties or so. He was stocky, about 5' 9", around 190 or 200 lbs, with brown hair and grey eyes, not great looking, but very masculine. His skin was very smooth and blemish free and he had what we call a farmers tan, arms, neck and face. He had broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs like tree trunks, with wide feet and hands.

What was most fascinating to me, though was the hair on his chest and thickening belly that spread down into his pubic bush, surrounding what looked to me like an enormous penis. I couldn't stop staring as he exposed his body to me that first time. He stepped back to the counter, picked me up in his arms and hugged me to his chest.

Again, I rubbed myself over as much of him as I could reach, wanting to feel as much of him as I could. Holding me by my buttocks, he spread my legs so they were wrapped around his hairy belly and back and then began kissing me again while he carried me to the tub. He climbed in carefully, still holding me by my bum while I held onto his broad shoulders. He slowly lowered himself into the water until he was seated with me straddled on his thighs, still rubbing against him and kissing him.

Shifting me backwards slightly, my dad reached between his legs and pulled his erect cock up so that it was positioned at the junction of my thighs. Grabbing a bar of soap, he lathered his hands and began to masturbate both of our cocks at the same time, urging me in a quiet voice to use my hands on his hugely swollen prick. Eagerly, I complied, wanting nothing more than to get my hands on him. His penis was so hot, smooth on the head and veiny down the shaft. I reached further down and felt his balls in their wrinkled sac while I continued to rub the shaft and head with my other hand.

Strangely, I did not either question what I was doing, or think it at all out of the ordinary. It felt perfectly natural to me at the time, even though I had no idea what I was doing, really. Obviously, whatever I was doing was working, because my father moaned deeply, pulling me closer to him and rubbing his prick up and down my belly.

His rhythm increased, and he kissed me deeply while he held me even more tightly against his abdomen. I felt like I was being crushed, but I didn't want him to ever stop. Suddenly, he gasped and arched his body upward against mine. I felt something warm and sticky spurting across my belly and hands and my dad sagged limply backwards. I brought my hands out from between us and gazed in wonder at the strange substance that coated my hands. Without thinking about it I licked my hand to taste this weird stuff. It was salty and slightly bitter and had a texture I'd never seen, not unpleasant, but different.

My dad laughed softly and said I had just tasted his come for the first time, but not the last. He washed both of us clean, dried us off and told me to get dressed and come upstairs for dinner as my mom probably had it ready by now. To be continued.....

End Chapter 1

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