




                               JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING


                                           by John P

                                      Copyright© 2011


Chapter 4

My need to keep seeing Uncle Fred was overwhelming. Looking back
now, it seemed like an addiction and I don't know why. It seemed
like I was on a high every time I found him at home at Grandma's
house. He wasn't at all good-looking; his nose was a bit too big
and he had several teeth missing so why was I so keen on seeing
him? But I never took that into consideration at all. My weekly
Saturday visits to do jobs for her had become less of a chore
now, although the absence of my uncle kind of took the wind out
of my 14-year-old sails.

The next time that I found him at home, he started to embarrass
me by poking the tip of his tongue out and wiggling it
suggestively. I didn't know where to look and I'm sure my face
must have been beet-red. He also occasionally felt me up when we
were in the kitchen so that Grandma couldn't see. She was quite
deaf so any noise we made was kept between us. I wanted to feel
his big cock too but I didn't dare. I still couldn't pluck up the
courage to feel it without specific invitation, even though we'd
been very intimate on quite a number of occasions. Why was I
behaving this way? It made no sense.

We used to leave the house separately, I suppose so that Grandma
didn't suspect anything. I'd meet up with him out of sight of the
house and then, after throwing my bike up onto the truck, we'd be
off. I thought we would be going to the shed again but it turned
out not to be.

We drove out into the countryside again and eventually parked on
the roadside and he led me through some fields, all unfamiliar to
me. After looking all around to make sure we couldn't be seen, he
lay down and pulled me down next to him.

Once again he began to kiss me and I responded, our tongues
pushing back and forth into each other's mouth. I was becoming
quite adept at this now but to be honest, I could have done
without it. It wasn't that it was a man I was kissing, but it was
the idea of somebody else's spit I was swallowing that didn't sit
quite right with me. I have never felt particularly comfortable
with tongues in mouths, even in my adult years with women and
men. But anyway, my uncle  was an adult so I couldn't really
refuse, could I?

His hands were busy the whole time, playing through my clothes
with my bum and my little dick. Here I was, lying there, being
molested by my uncle and enjoying it immensely. He began to work
his hand inside my pants to play with me but it was difficult
with his big hands for him to move them around so he started to
undress me. I was naked in a very short time and he then began to
pull his own clothes off. I was very interested because I had
never seen him, or any other male, absolutely naked.

What a shock! His cock was immense compared to my puny little
thing, a veritable thing of power and virility. His pubic hair
was a light ginger colour and he had quite a bit of chest hair. I
had only actually seen his cock sticking out of his overalls
before so I'd never seen the full length of it. At the shed last
time we were together, I had been bent over a workbench when he'd
fucked me between my legs. And while I had stayed in that
position after he'd shot his spunk, he'd cleaned his cock up and
put it away before I'd had a chance to see the whole thing.

But another shock was to come.

He had no ball-sack! Where was it? My child mind couldn't quite
work this out. I wasn't yet au fait with human biology but I was
fairly sure that balls were needed to shoot spunk. How did he
manage it? And so much?

He lay next to me and started kissing me again. His hands were
now free to roam wherever he wanted and he stroked my buttocks
and in my arse-crack. I opened my legs without being told and he
ran his fingers around my bum-hole, just as he had done in the
shed previously. His cock was hard and pressing into my own
little dick and the sensation was electric.

Then came another first. His mouth left mine and he licked one of
my nipples. Wow! He licked and sucked and it made me think, 'Oh
yes, that's what men do to girls,' and it never occurred to me
that men could do it to men. Why would they, after all? So here I
lay while he was pretending to do me like a little girl. That was
OK, I could relate to that. You tried to do these things to
girls, didn't you? That's what boys did.

Next, he was sucking and licking my other nipple and I wondered
if it felt the same to girls. I suppose it must have. He gently
nibbled or nipped it and I winced. My chest was wet with all this
oral attention but it was enjoyable just the same. He went lower
and my little dick was suddenly in this warm wet place. His
tongue pressed against the underside of my willy as his fingers
continued to feel up my bum-hole from behind me. The next
wonderful feeling came when he took one of my little balls into
his mouth and started to tongue it. It was then that I realised
he didn't have any balls himself, at least not where you could
get to them. That must have been why he was so keen on doing
things to mine.

My ball-sack was wet through by this time, what with him
slobbering all over it. He took my other ball into his mouth and
gave it the same treatment as the first. He released my ball and
began to run his tongue between my balls and also behind them to
my perineum. I was so hot now that I wanted him to make me cum as
soon as possible. But he didn't. Instead came another first.

He got up, then lay down again next to me but top to toe. What
was he doing? We were on our sides and I was now looking straight
at that enormous cock! What was I supposed to do now? He nudged
my head towards it and I got the message. I opened my mouth and
started to lick. Then I put the head in my mouth and used my
tongue to pleasure him. It felt different now in my mouth because
I was in effect upside down; the underside of his big cock was on
top but I sucked it just the same. Then he took my little dick
into his mouth and gave me such exquisite pleasure with his
tongue.

The oral ministrations felt wonderful and I was as happy to give
as to receive, perhaps happier. After a couple of minutes like
this, he put his arm around my waist and lifted me up over him
without either of us releasing the cocks we so desperately
wanted. Now he was on his back and holding my hips in position.
Now he could put more of my dick in his mouth or less simply by
moving my hips up or down with his strong arms. At my end, all
was going well and my head bobbed up and down but I wasn't able
to take much more than the head and a little bit of shaft.

I think perhaps he was getting close to orgasm because he
stopped, lowered me to the ground next to him and turned me over
onto my stomach. He knelt behind me, nudged me to open my legs
and then applied his finger once more to my bum-hole. Once again,
his finger went to his mouth for more spit and returned. My
bum-hole was once more reluctant to admit the invader and I
winced as the tip of his finger tried to open me. After several
attempts, it seemed to be hopeless so I think as consolation he
lay on my back and started to slide his manhood up and down my
bum-crack. That thick cock, about 8 inches long, slid
effortlessly through my valley and occasionally stopped at the
entrance to my hole. He attempted penetration again with his
monster but there seemed to be no chance. Then it hit me.
Bumming! I'd heard about this at school. That was when homos put
their dicks in each other's arse. He was  trying to bum me. Now
it made sense. I don't know how I felt about that though.

He turned me so that I was lying on my back and started to
masturbate me with two fingers and his thumb and my hand was
directed to his manhood. I knew what was required and began to
pump the large organ. My hand wouldn't quite reach around the
girth but what I was doing seemed to be adequate to please him.
My little penis shot my bit of spunk on my belly and he kept
playing with me until I begged him to stop because I was
over-sensitive.

I continued wanking his cock until his breathing increased, his
body stiffened and his cock throbbed in my hand. Then it began.
The spunk came. Gob after gob of thick creamy white fluid came
shooting out of that powerful organ to splash on the grass. I
held onto his hard flesh, feeling it throb several times as his
spunk was forced from his body. His eyes were closed, his body
wracked with the expulsion of all that baby-making cream. I
watched, spellbound, as the pumping continued until finally the
last drops just dribbled onto my hand.

He lay beside me, coming down from his high and we smoked a
cigarette. He idly toyed with my little dick and once again
cupped my balls.

I never asked about where his balls were and he didn't volunteer
any information so that was that. We cleaned ourselves up and
dressed, then he took me home. It was another experience that I
wouldn't soon forget.


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