Perverts 'R' Us

The Pedo Files 2 - The Beginning

By Uncle Ted ( b/g, b/b, pedo, cons, oral )

Doctor Teddy

My earliest memory of an event that had sexual substance was when I was around five years old. Oh, I am sure, like my present-day daughter who started intense and focused masturbation before she was three years old, my self-eroticism was probably in full swing at an even earlier age, but as I said, this is an account of what I actually remember.

Okay, we all played doctor and if you didn't, you missed out on some innocent fun in your early years. My patient was a little girl who lived next door to us. I can't tell you how she looked, if her hair was red, green or blue, but I can tell you that I remember her little puckering asshole because Doctor Teddy always liked checking her temperature.

I am clear in my memory where our little hospital was, as you will understand at the end of this short story. Not so clear are my memories of how I instigated our activities or for that matter if my little friend or I started it. Behind a thick covering of bushes that grew in our neighborhood, and tucked against the wall of our apartment building I would, as often as possible, get my friend out of sight so that we could play our games of "Show me and I will show you." I do recall my constant desire to show my little Willy to this playmate and of course I enjoyed even more when her panties were dropped for my viewing pleasure.

As time progressed, I became more of the concerned doctor and decided that she may be running a fever. With this anxiety that she may be overheating, I taught her how I could insert my rectal thermometer - the eraser end of a pencil - into her little butt. For the most part my fears were for naught and the thermometer registered a normal temperature for a sweet little girl's ass. My temperature on the other hand seemed to rise dramatically when I was wiggling that pencil end between her little butt cheeks.

Well, you might say, "What's so special about this story?" as we all have played doctor. Well, it's not the playtime that is the point of this little diatribe, but the end of my doctor's career as I knew it - at least in this neighborhood.

Not being the smartest little horny boy, that "hiding" place I mentioned above - between the bushes and the apartment wall - was also directly under the window of my family's apartment. One day, after our medical session had ended - her temperature was normal in case you were concerned - I went inside and was confronted by a mother wearing a very serious face. Uh-Oh!

"Teddy Thomas Smith," she said, voice stern and loud, "what were you doing outside?"

"Playing with (insert any name here as I have no idea what that little girl's name was)", I responded, voice quivering, and I would suspect that my face was full of guilty expressions at that moment as well.

Walking to the apartment window and opening the blinds my mother said, "Come here, young man!" wiggling her finger in that all too familiar get-your-butt-over-here-now maneuver that all mothers possessed.

As I stood at the window, staring up at my mother, confused as to what could possibly be wrong with the window, she pointed out and down - directly into Doctor Teddy's operating room. Busted!

"No swimming for a week!" she stated, and then, with an odd smile on her face she added "and honey, Momma's not mad". To punctuate this statement she gently patted me on my butt and told me to go play in my room for the rest of the day.

"Now what did that mean?" I thought to myself.

I learned a few years later just why Mother put on the "scolding" routine and restricted me from my other favorite activity, swimming. It seems that my mother was being clever and wanted to be able to tell the little girl's parents that her son had been severely punished for what he had done.

It also turns out that, as you will learn why in another story later on in my series, that my mother enjoyed the "show" and had in fact watched the entire medical operation, starting from my wagging my little dick in my friend's face to the girl's panties being pulled down by yours truly.

Oh, and I went swimming the very next day.

"It feels good, that's why"

At the age of nine I was fortunate that my father was a teacher at a large school that had an impressive sports complex. Within this complex there was an Olympic-sized indoor swimming pool.

Almost every day after school I was allowed to join my friend Andy, a boy two years older than I, and go swimming. In those days, before frivolous law suits and outrageous insurance cost, kids like me could swim without parental supervision. One reason for this was the lifeguard was there to guard-our-life and most parents trusted their children in their hands. In a later story you will learn that this "trust" should have been suspect, but for now, on with this story.

Andy and I were inseparable playmates and we remained so until he turned 16 and their family moved to another town. To this day I always wondered what happened to Andy but I thank him for the wonderful times we had together and the things he taught me. Usually at the pool we spent our time diving off the board or playing Sea Quest, trying to stay underwater as long as possible.

My next experience in my sexual upbringing occurred one quiet weekday afternoon. Being a weekday, most of the pool's patrons were either in school or working, so Andy and I had the pool almost to ourselves with the exception of a couple of people swimming laps on one side of the pool.

Andy and I were busy on the opposite side of the lane swimmers which was also the farthest distance from the lifeguard sitting atop his wooden lattice throne. We were playing deep sea divers where we would push off the edge of the pool side and drift down to the bottom, sit on the floor of the pool for as long as our lungs would allow, then return to the top for air and back down again.

Over the past few visits to the pool I noticed that Andy spent more and more time at the edge of the pool, arms folded and body dangling along the edge. It got to where I had to prod him to return to the bottom for more of our underwater adventures. One time after getting a bit irritated that he was more interested in "resting" on the side of the pool I slipped under the water to pull on his feet and dunk him when I noticed what he was up to. Although I did not fully understand why he was doing what he was, my curiosity and the fact that he was my best friend made it easy to ask why.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked Andy. "What's that for?"

Andy replied, "Because it feels really, really good". You see what I had seen under the water was that Andy had the front of his swim trunks pulled down and tucked under his balls and the pool's outlet water jet was massaging his dick causing it to wag back and forth, up and down.

"Try it." Andy said, "It's great."

"No, someone can see." I replied, glancing over to the lifeguard who seemed uninterested in anything at the moment and was reading a textbook, probably studying for an upcoming test.

"You'll be sorry if you don't try." Andy pushed. "It really makes your thing feel really good and I'm going to squirt."

"What do you mean?" I said, "I want to go back down underwater. I bet I can stay down longer then you can." I was not really interested in this activity and wanted to get back to our normal games.

"Wait until I squirt." Andy said, sounding a little irritated at me.

"Squirt what?" I answered, "Come on; let's go back to the bottom."

"Stuff, don't you squirt your stuff when you play with it?" Andy replied, not interested in anything but that water jet.

At this point I had no idea what he was talking about. Sure, I had already found out that a little light stroking felt good, but it was not so good as to distract me from my "mission" on the bottom of the sea as a secret agent! No way.

"I don't know what you are talking about Andy." I said, getting pissed at my buddy, "But I want to play some more before we have to go."

"You ever see a naked girl?" Andy said.

"Now where did that come from?" I thought. What did this have to do with what we were talking about? But I answered, "No, only Mom sometimes but I don't really look and…."

"Ya wanna see some pretty girls naked, in pictures?" Andy cut in, a gleam in his eye. "And I'll show you how I squirt too."

I was growing tired of this confusing conversation but I decided to agree with whatever Andy was talking about because it seemed that if I agreed, he would pull himself away from the water jets and we might get back to some form of normal play. How wrong I was.

"Okay, I guess." I said, "Show me."

With this Andy pulled up the front of his trunks and crawled out of the pool, the front of his swimsuit poking out, pointing the way to the locker room.

I followed up onto the edge of the pool and out. Looking back over my shoulder as I followed Andy I noticed the lifeguard watching both of us depart. He had a weird grin on his face, strange.

After reaching the locker room we both dressed quickly, as it was cold and the room was unheated. I followed Andy out of the building and down the campus to where he said he would show me his "secret place".

As we approached the side door of the men's dorm complex I said, "My dad said we aren't supposed to go in this building, it's not allowed."

"Where we are going, no one knows about it, it's got a secret way in." Andy replied, rushing ahead down a set of stairs that led to the basement of the old building.

"Okay, I guess." I said, stumbling after him down the dark musty stairs.

Andy headed down another hallway barely lit by a single bulb hanging from its wire. Then we went through a small door where a sign announced that it was the "Utility Room".

"Come on, It's behind here." Andy whispered as he went behind a rack of old cans of paint and cleaning supplies. There, he pushed opened a rusty grate in the concrete wall and climbed through the small opening. As his face appeared back in the opening he said, "Hurry, so we don't get caught."

I jumped up through the hole and crawled on the dusty concrete floor to Andy's side. Andy reached out and pulled the grate back into position, hiding us from sight.

"It's dark, I can't see anything." I complained.

"Wait, there is light at the other side, plenty to see my collection with." Andy grinned.

As we crawled forward on the hard floor we reached the end of a stub wall and Andy circled around that into a larger room about six feet in height. In this room, as I could see from the light provided by small outside windows along the top near the ceiling, there were some old wooden benches and a couple of crates that looked even older.

"You like it?" Andy asked. "This is my secret place, no one knows about it and it's safe to do things here."

"I guess, it's kind of neat." I answered, not quite sure if I believed what I was saying. "What things?" I added as an afterthought.

"Make ourselves feel good and stuff. Look at pictures. Do things." Andy shot back, almost out of breath from his excitement.

"Where are the pictures?" I asked, remembering why we had ventured into this place.

Andy had been sitting on one of the benches and he got up and walked over to one of the wooden boxes on the floor. He tilted it over and from underneath pulled out a magazine whose pages looked ratty and worn. "Here!" he grinned.

"Let me see." I said, my patience growing thin.

"Not yet." Andy replied, "First you have to get ready, like this." With that he undid the buttons on his pants and pulled them all the way off. Then, he positioned his pants as padding on the bench. "Splinters." He said in response to my questioning look, explaining why he had done that with his pants.

"You too." Andy ordered, "Or you can't look at what I got."

I cautiously undid my pants following Andy's lead and as he had done, placed them on the bench next to his pants. Sitting there in my underwear next to Andy I shivered a little from the chill in the old building's sub-level.

"You will be warm in a minute." Andy laughed, and without any warning he stood up and pulled off his briefs, his dick jumping out in front of him in excitement.

Now Andy did not have any pubic hair yet, just like me, but his dick was large as far as I was concerned. My little dick was about the size of my mom's lipstick, but still capable of getting so hard it hurt sometimes. Also, I had discovered recently that if I beat the hell out of it, keeping a very steady rhythm I was rewarded with a great feeling of relief. This feeling always started as a tingling in my butt hole, traveling up through my balls and ending in a slight spasm in my entire body. I knew from what the other boys had talked about that I was having an orgasm, but there was nothing that came out, which disappointed me and made me feel too much like a little kid.

As Andy started to stroke his cock, staring at the magazine lying on a box in front of our bench, he said, "Take off your underpants too. You have to do like I'm doing with your penis if you want to see all the pictures."

I felt a little shy stripping down to nothing in front of Andy, which did not make much sense as we were always naked together in the locker room before and after swimming, but this time it was for a completely different reason. But my curiosity about the naked pictures got the best of me and I dropped my underwear to the floor and sat down next to Andy. I moved up close to him so that I could see what he was looking at.

With our legs and hips almost touching, I looked down at the first picture I had ever seen of a naked girl. By today's standards it was not much, a naked girl yes, but you could not see much except her breasts and the fact that she did not have any panties on. The magazine was a Playboy issue that Andy had found in the trash of the boy's dorm. As the year was 1969 and Playboy did not start showing pubic hair until the early 70's, this was the best we could hope for.

Regardless, the sight made my little cock harder yet and I began stroking it as fast as I could while gawking at the beautiful girl. The girls kind of reminded me of my mother, but that's another story.

Andy had chosen his favorite picture of an Asian-looking girl, sitting on a bed with her long black hair running down her back to the top of the crack on her butt. Her tits were medium sized and had nice little brown nipples. In response to Andy's favorite my little dick gave me its approval by growing even harder.

I found myself staring at the naked girl picture, then staring at Andy stroking his cock then back again. I was feeling pretty good and as Andy had mentioned, I was no longer chilly, in fact I was warming up quite well.

I noticed that Andy's left hand was fondling his balls while he jerked his dick with his right. This was new to me so being curious, and horny, I asked Andy, "Why you doing that?"

"What?" he panted, his strokes getting faster and harder as my attention to detail seemed to please him.

"You know, rubbing your balls like that." I replied, still stoking my dick and staring at Andy's.

"Helps make it feel good." Andy said, and then to my surprise he reached over between my legs with his left hand and started playing with my balls. "See, and feels really good huh?"

I was shocked and excited at the same time and did not quite know what to say, so in a whisper I sighed, "Yes…"

As Andy worked his cock and my balls at the same time my legs began to spread with the growing pleasure. Soon my right leg was touching Andy's and the warmth of that seemed to increase my excitement even more.

At this, Andy surprised me even more by putting his left leg over my leg and saying, "Do mine too." all the time continuing to fondle my balls with his hand. I was feeling so good that I was almost in a trance.

"Your what?" I asked, although I thought I knew exactly what he meant.

"My balls, do what I am doing to you, hurry I am about to finish." Andy said panting and working his cock up and down as hard as he could. His butt was rising up and down on the bench in rhythm to his strokes.

Well, fair is fair so I switched hands stroking my cock with left hand, a hard thing for me to do, and grabbed his balls with my right, following his lead on how to fondle them. I was surprised how hot his balls felt and how they would get loose then tight when suddenly he said, "Here it comes, oh yea."

With that, I watched his dick as stream after stream of his cum shot straight up in the air almost head high, then falling on his chest, my hand and his legs.

"Don't stop!" he gasped as he continued to pound his still hard dick, milking every thick rope of cum he could, "Don't stop until I say."

At the sight of his cum and the excitement in his voice, I found myself getting that nice feeling in my butt, then my balls until my cock got tingly and I could no longer stand the tickling sensation. Nice.

"There, done." Andy announced as he removed his leg from mine and sat back up straight on the bench, cum still running down his chest onto his stomach, "How about you?" he asked after he got his composure back.

"Me too, done I guess." I responded, somewhat ashamed that I too could not produce the geyser of cum my friend had.

Andy seemed to understand what I was thinking and said, "Don't worry, it will start coming out soon, you are getting older now and we will practice more."

I liked the sound of that, both the soon to come cum part, and the practice.

Reaching for an old rag that I suspected had previously been used by Andy during his solo jack off sessions, he wiped his chest and legs of the mess he had made and handed it to me to wipe my hand off as well.

"Thanks," Andy said, "its better when someone does that to your balls."

"Thank you!" I said, grinning from ear to ear as we dressed and headed out of our new jerk-off clubhouse.

"This feels better"

Andy and I continued our jack-off sessions on a regular basis. Usually we would do about the same thing, looking at the same old worn-out magazine, rubbing each other's balls and basically enjoying ourselves after school and especially on weekends.

When we had extra time, like a weekend, Andy would insist that we wait in our hideout until he could "Make it come out again." I usually did not mind as I enjoyed this activity and just wished I could squirt like my best friend could.

Once in awhile we would switch hands, and I would jack Andy off, and he would do the same to me. We found that if we sat facing each other, legs hanging down each side of the bench, we could play with both cock and balls, and we could use our right hands for the stroking and the left for the ball fondling.

I especially liked this position with the exception that I was usually the one who got drenched in Andy's cum. But hey, what are friends for?

Then one day Andy threw me a curve and surprised me. While I was running my hand up and down his hard cock, watching the pre-cum build on its tip he tossed out a suggestion that almost tipped me off the bench.

"When you start squirting like I do," Andy stated, voice only a whisper like he was about to tell a big secret, which I found out he was, "I will suck on it."

"Suck on what?" I said, completely clueless of what he was talking about.

"This, stupid!" he said, shaking my cock in his hand and making up and down movements with his head, mouth opened.

"Why?" I asked. I said I was clueless.

"Because it feels even better than this." He grinned as he increased his strokes on my dick and squeezed my balls. I was about to have another dry orgasm from his rapid hand movement.

"How do you know?" I panted, really getting close; I could feel that tingle in my ass again.

"Because I know… ah…." Andy said and then another shower of his cum hit my chest, legs and even my chin.

Well, as time went by I began to think I would always have dry orgasms and that promise of Andy sucking my cock would never happen but finally, after giving up waiting, one day my buddy finally showed me that yes, it does "feel better."

It was a Saturday afternoon and we had left my house after watching cartoons and playing with my erector set. I was in the mood and so was Andy for a visit to our secret spot.

Upon arriving, Andy announced that today was going to be different and he was going to fulfill his promise of a "blowjob." Now that was a new term to me, and I asked him where he learned that.

"Because I know." Was all Andy would say.

He showed me how to lie down on our familiar bench, legs on both sides, my butt and back protected by both his pants and mine. Sitting down on the bench facing my crotch, Andy began stroking my dick, making it hard. This was also pretty special, as I did not have to be doing the same thing, so my mind and body could concentrate on how I felt only.

As my cock got rock hard, Andy wiggled his finger lightly between my butt and rubbed my asshole. Wow! Although I wanted to ask again, "Where did you learn that?" I decided I would probably get the same curt response so I just let the feelings flow.

When I had gotten completely hard, a condition Andy was familiar with and had seen many times, he lowered his mouth over my cock and gently sucked it all the way inside. I was in heaven! This felt so good that I did not want it to ever stop. He massaged my balls and probed my ass while his tongue wiggled inside his mouth against the base of my little dick.

Feeling my dry orgasm starting to come faster then ever before I fought to hold it back, wanting more of this oral action but my attempt at control was useless. I had the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my young life.

"Wow!" I gasped as my body shuddered and a huge grin formed on my lips.

"I told ya!" Andy laughed, then added, "Me next, you do me after you get ready again."

This did not surprise me, as I suspected that this request would be made after I experienced getting sucked first hand. Also, I knew that being a weekend, we would go for at least two orgasms each before we left for home.

"Okay, sure… yea." was all I could pant out. I still was catching my breath from that wonderful experience.

After about 15 minutes, both of us sitting naked looking at the pictures and me working my cock hard again, Andy could not wait any longer and he leaned back on the bench, legs spread wide, ready for me to become a real cock sucker.

"Suck me now, and don't forget to do that same thing to my butt like I did you." Andy ordered.

I did my best to copy what he had done to me, including the tongue action on the bottom of his hard cock. My finger found his ass and he reached under his butt and pushed it inside himself a little. That was weird to me but I guessed it was more new stuff for me to learn and experience.

Then a thought jumped into my head and I became interested, not concerned, but interested how I would handle it, so I said, "What happens when YOU cum, I mean, your cum squirting and stuff."

"Eat it, swallow it all, okay?" Andy asked, not really an order, but not like asking a favor either.

With that, and before I could respond Andy indicated that he was going to cum, his hips raised off the bench, his cock pushed all the way in my mouth and a stream of hot salty cum splashed against the back of my throat.

"Oh good….. Yea." Andy grunted, as I struggled to keep his cock in my mouth and not choke.

Andy's cock drained completely into my mouth and down my throat, with ribbons of cum dripping out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. God, he had cum a gallon it felt like. I fought back the urge to gag, took one final gulp and swallowed what remained on my tongue.

Shaking from his intense orgasm, Andy said, "Teddy, I promise when you start to squirt like me, I will do that for you, okay?"

"You better promise." was all I could say.

As time went on, Andy did finally get a chance to swallow my cum, and we continued our playing with each other's cocks for several more years. I did not hear where Andy learned how to give, or receive for that matter, a blowjob for several years to come. And when I did, I was pretty surprised. But that is another story.