


                                        TONY TAUGHT ME


                                                by John P

                                          Copyright© 2011



In 1958, the summers were long and hot, much different to the
weather we get now in 2011. The halcyon days were filled with
outside activities and TV was not yet readily available for the
vast majority of our parents. Only the rich had TVs or cars which
meant that we working class kids stayed home a lot and played
outside with our many friends.

At 11 years old, our imaginations were all we had to work with
and wooden sticks were fashioned to make the tommy-guns like our
fathers had not so long ago returned to the army as each one had
been demobbed. In those days, we played away from our mothers’
sight from after breakfast until early evening when we went home
because we were hungry. The days were spent ‘killing’ each other
as our ragtag soldiers sought out invisible enemies in order to
dispatch them so that the British would be triumphant.

There would be occasions when our numbers would be depleted
because somebody had to go with their mother to get some new
clothes or go to the dentist, and often our numbers would be so
few that we’d have to do something else instead of ‘killing’ the
enemy.

On this day, nobody was playing out and I took my bike to the
park. There were lots of parents around with lots of kids but it
was mostly young ones, aged 8 and under. A couple of older boys
were there, just sitting, and just a few men on their own, seated
on the benches or snoozing on the grass. The day was hot and the
shop next to the tennis courts conducted brisk business,
particularly cold drinks. I watched the tennis-players sweat as
their game took its toll on their strength and energy but I soon
became bored with it.

I went off in search of adventure with my bike and rode over to
the far corner of the park, next to the heavily wooded section
where men and boys relaxed in the shade under the trees. They
were dotted around, all sitting or lying, and smoking or drinking
beer from bottles they had brought with them. I sat down too, my
bottle of pop carefully set down in a place away from the sun.

Then came the time I needed to pee and I wondered if I dare just
go into the trees to do it or whether I should be a good boy and
use the public toilets 30 yards away. I decided on the toilets
and asked a man nearby if he’d keep an eye on my bike and my pop
for me while I went for a pee. When he said he would, I made my
way to the toilets.

It was cool in there and it smelled a bit of urine and cleaning
fluid. There was a stainless steel trough for everybody to pee
into so I pulled down my shorts and took my little willy in my
hand. Just then, a boy of about 14 came in and stood next to me.
He undid the buttons on his shorts and pulled his dick out. I
looked, of course, because I couldn’t help it. It was much bigger
than mine and the knob was bare, unlike my own which had a
foreskin. I was intrigued by it and I stared but then the boy
turned towards me and I could see the whole thing.

He was still peeing but his urine was going into the trough in
front of me. I’d finished my own peeing but I stood there, little
willy in hand, watching this big boy peeing. As I continued to
watch, he pulled back on the big shaft, making it bigger, and I
could see it was beginning to harden.

He made me jump when he said softly, “You have a nice dick,” and
I suddenly blushed. I was about to pull up my shorts when he
said, “Let me look at it a bit longer.” I stood there as he
finished peeing and he moved beside me, his dick still out of his
shorts.

His hand touched my willy and it lurched but my eyes were still
staring at the big dick that stuck out of his shorts. I felt my
dick harden and his other hand reached behind me to fondle my
bare bottom. He was playing with my foreskin and running his
finger up and down my bum-crack. For some reason, I was not
scared and, because I liked the feeling he was giving me, I let
him continue.

“Feel mine,” he whispered and my hand trembled as I reached out
to feel his big cock. I had never handled another boy’s dick and
I didn’t know what to expect but it felt silky soft, yet at the
same time hard and warm. His fingers worked around the foreskin
covering my knob and I felt a strangeness I couldn’t explain.

Just then, we heard somebody whistling as they approached where
we were. We each swiftly covered ourselves and walked out
together, passing the man going in.

“Do you want to play some more?” he whispered when we were
outside and I couldn’t think of a reason not to so I nodded and
he said to get my bike and follow him. The man who watched over
my bike saw me coming back and I thanked him before moving off to
join my new friend.

“My name is Tony and I’m 14,” he said and I told him my name was
John and I was 11.

We made our way through the trees, following narrow paths, and I
was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea because of
the bike I was having to wheel along with me. Eventually though,
we came to a small clearing and once I stood my bike against a
tree, I went and sat beside him.

He didn’t seem to know what to do next and I certainly didn’t.
Eventually he said, “Do you know how to kiss?” and I didn’t know
quite what he meant. “I mean,” he said, “have you kissed anybody
before?”

“Only my mum and my sister. Why?” I said, still mystified.

“No, I didn’t mean one of those kisses,” he said and he seemed
uncomfortable to be talking about it.

At length, he asked, “Do you mind if I kiss you?” and I wondered
then what he could mean but I said no, I didn’t mind.

He leaned towards me and his lips brushed against mine, and I let
him continue. Then he began to kind of rub them against mine and
his tongue came out and he licked them. I jerked my head back,
startled by what he was doing.

“It’s alright,” he said shyly. “It’s French kissing. Do you know
what that is?” and I admitted that I didn’t. “Just open your lips
a bit and I’ll put my tongue between them.”

What on earth was he talking about? His tongue between my lips?
My friends had never mentioned knowing about anything like this
and I wasn’t sure I would ask them. It sounded a bit weird but it
had felt OK so I nodded and he leaned over to me again.

His lips touched mine and I opened them slightly, and I felt the
tip of his tongue slide between my teeth. His lips were full and
soft and as he moved his tongue around in my mouth, I became
terribly embarrassed to find my dick was growing in my pants. He
must not have noticed because he kept licking my teeth and gums
and I found myself involuntarily sucking on the invading tongue.
It was really quite a nice feeling I got between my legs but I
couldn’t quite connect the two things in my head.

“Do you like it?” he asked and I had to admit that I did. “Put
your tongue in my mouth now,” he said softly and his lips parted,
allowing my little tongue into his mouth.

He sucked on it and licked around it, making me feel quite dizzy
with the sensations I was getting. My dick wouldn’t go down and I
had to try and keep it away from his leg so he wouldn’t know what
was happening to me. Then he started to move his head to and fro,
his lips moving back and forth along the length of my tongue.
Wow! That felt good!

His hand touched my thigh over my shorts and I tried to avoid
letting him touch my stiff dick, thinking that he might think
there was something wrong with me. He found it though and he
registered no surprise when he found it all stiff. Indeed he
kissed me harder once he touched it. I couldn’t quite work this
out. It was as if he expected it to be stiff.

“Let me see it again, John,” he whispered. “Take your shorts
off.”

We both stood and we watched each other pull down our shorts and
underpants. His dick was stiff too and I watched it bob in front
of him, looking too at the hair which had started to grow around
it and on his ball-bag underneath. His shaft was big and I
wondered briefly if mine would grow that big too. We sat down
again next to each other and he kissed me again, pushing his
tongue into my mouth.

As he kissed me, he pushed back slightly so that I lay on my back
and he was over me, his lips on mine. His hand went to my dick
and it felt nice as he gently fondled it, playing with my
foreskin and then my little balls with his fingertips. My heart
was pounding as he felt me up and I lay there, enjoying the
feeling of the first person ever touching my dick. This was much
better than touching myself!

He took my hand and laid it on his dick. I felt embarrassed as I
thought to myself how wonderful it felt and I toyed with it,
feeling the heat and the thickness of his 5-inch cock. Then
suddenly a realisation hit me. My sister did this with her
boyfriend! I’d sneaked a peek at them once and, as they kissed,
each had their hand in the other’s crotch, fondling their
genitals. I was doing the same now! I was feeling somebody up but
it wasn’t a girl! ‘This has to be weird!’ I thought but it felt
so good that I didn’t want to stop it.

We lay there, his fingers stroking my shaft up and down, and he
moved his head down to capture one of my nipples between his
lips. When the tip of his tongue tickled my nipple, it was like a
jolt of electricity went through me. Unconsciously, my hand went
behind his head and I stroked his hair while he sucked my wet
nipple.

My hand had begun to feel his knob and I felt a wetness on my
fingers, wondering if I was making him pee but it felt slippery,
not at all like pee. He moaned at my touch and I wondered if I
was hurting him but he didn’t seem like he wanted me to stop. His
hand was still stroking my dick and I wondered if he would give
me that feeling I was used to getting when I played with my dick
at night in bed.

It was then that he left my nipple and pulled his dick from my
hand, and I was absolutely blown away when he kissed my dick! Not
only that but he licked it too. ‘Yuk! That must taste nasty!’ I
thought. ‘I pee out of that!’ But when his hot wet mouth
enveloped it completely, I was in heaven! Never had I thought
such a feeling was possible.

His mouth was full of my 4-inch dick and he looked up at me as he
tickled my knob with his tongue, touching the tip also to the
sensitive bit just underneath. My dick jerked as he tickled my
dick over and over and I almost wanted to cry out to tell him to
stop but it felt too good to do that.

“Tony, that’s...” but I couldn’t find the words. His tongue was
bathing my little dick and my hand was behind his head, pulling
him further into me, wanting more. His fingers tickled my balls
and I felt absolutely wonderful but that was nothing compared
with what happened next. He started to suck! I had never felt
anything even remotely as exciting as this in all my 11 years and
it felt fantastic!

He began to bob his head and I watched as my dick appeared and
then disappeared into his mouth over and over. His mouth sucked,
his tongue tickled my pee-slit, and I was in a land far away,
carried along on a wave of pleasure. But my ‘feeling’ was coming
and I wasn’t sure if I should say something but I couldn’t think
straight any more.

My little balls were pulled up into my groin and I got my
‘feeling’. My dick jerked and then started to pulse and I was
moaning as he continued to suck. The sensation was incredibly
intense and his fingers tickling my balls just seemed to
intensify the whole experience. I heard a voice cry out, “Oh
Tony!” and I realised it was mine.

He stopped sucking then, just keeping my dick inside his hot
mouth. I played with his hair, stroking it and running my fingers
through it and, after a minute, he released my dick and moved up
to kiss me. His tongue entered my mouth and as I sucked on it, I
realised that it would be just like it felt for him, just like
sucking a dick and it aroused me to think of HIS dick in MY
mouth.

“Did you like that?” he whispered some seconds later and I gave
him a goofy smile and said, “Yes!”

I felt his hand playing with his dick and I realised that he
hadn’t had his ‘feeling’ yet so I asked him, “Can I do that for
you, Tony?” It wasn’t a favour for him; I wanted to play with his
lovely dick.

“Oh yes please, sexy boy!” and I blushed a deep red.

He sat up and straddled my thighs and I watched his big dick bob
about in the air. I began to stroke it, but without experience, I
was pretty hopeless and he guided my hand so that I was doing it
properly, moving in a way he called ‘wanking’. His big balls
rested on my soft dick as I pumped his hard cock and I watched as
a pearl of slippery stuff appeared at his pee-slit. He saw it too
and I was surprised when he put the tip of his finger to it and
then put it into his mouth and sucked it off. I wondered what it
tasted like.

When he did it a second time, he offered his finger to me and I
tentatively tasted it, discovering that it just tasted salty and
not nasty at all. I licked it off, keeping his finger in my mouth
and sucking it like I did with his tongue. He looked down at me,
stroking my cheek as I sucked his finger and he started to move
it in and out of my mouth, replicating what his mouth had done to
my dick earlier.

“You’re going to make me cum,” he said and I looked at him with a
blank expression. “Never mind,” he said, “just watch.”

I had no idea what I was going to see but I wanked his thick
cock, closely watching his face and seeing it become distorted as
his excitement seemed to increase. His eyes rolled up into his
head and he moaned, “Faster, John! Do it faster!”

My other hand went underneath his lovely cock and my fingers
played with his large balls. The hair around his cock felt
strange because it was the first time I had ever touched some but
I imagined myself having some like it in the future. His hard
cock and soft balls felt wonderful in my hands and I wondered
briefly if any of my friends had done anything like this.

My eyes were fixed on his big knob and I don’t know why.
Something would happen and I supposed that it would be to do with
the knob. I wondered if I should kiss his cock but then I thought
better of it, thinking maybe it wouldn’t be what he wanted.
Instead of sitting on my thighs, he raised himself up slightly
and I knew something was about to happen.

“I’m cumming, John!” he groaned through clenched teeth and I
watched in amazement as some white stuff shot out of his pee-slit
and landed on my neck. A second lot, bigger than the first, shot
out and splattered on my chin. Then it was pumping out, gob after
gob of this white stuff that was red hot on my skin. His cock
jerked and jerked, but I kept wanking him because he didn’t tell
me to stop. His body was rigid and I could see the tendons
sticking out in his neck as his cock kept spurting.

My mouth was open in shock as all this white stuff poured out and
I watched each dollop as it fell on my chest and finally my
belly. When the jerking stopped, he held my hand still, stopping
me from any more wanking. His face was flushed and his breathing
was ragged and I wondered if he was ill. As I watched his
pee-slit, some of the white stuff was still oozing out onto my
belly but I didn’t touch it.

Finally it ended and he scooped some of the white stuff up on his
fingers and fed them into his mouth. I looked aghast at what he
did and he smiled at me and said, “Do you want to taste?”

I shook my head but I didn’t know why. It couldn’t be nasty
otherwise he wouldn’t be eating it himself. I watched as he
scooped up all of it, bit by bit, and when it came to the last
bit, he asked me once again.

“Try it, John. It won’t hurt you.” he said and I finally agreed.
He put his fingers to my lips and I could smell a fishy aroma but
I took his fingertips into my mouth and prepared to spit them out
again. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and so I licked
his fingers clean.

He rolled off and lay beside me but he leaned up to kiss me and I
opened my lips so he could push his tongue inside. I could taste
the white stuff on his tongue and I sucked greedily, feeling his
softening cock with one of my hands. It was wet on the end, I
suppose with the white stuff and I wondered if he wanted me to
lick it off. I looked up at him expectantly and he grinned.

“Go on,” he said and my head went down and my mouth sucked in his
big knob. I licked his pee-slit and I could taste traces of the
white stuff around the knob. He breathed in sharply as my mouth
enveloped the sensitive knob but he held me there with his hands
until he had had enough. Then he pulled his cock from my mouth
and laid beside me.

I had to ask. “What was that white stuff, Tony?” He looked at me
and spoke quietly.

“That was spunk, John. It’s what we pump into girls when they
want babies.”

I was speechless. He must be kidding, right? But his face was
serious and I was pretty sure he wasn’t the jokey type of boy. He
looked at me and he could see that I wasn’t totally convinced so
he decided to explain further.

“Girls have a hole between their legs instead of a dick. You put
your stiff dick inside the hole and ‘fuck’ them. That means going
to and fro inside their hole until the spunk gets pumped into
them and then they have a baby. That’s how we both got born. Our
parents did it.”

My mind was trying to picture Mum and Dad doing this but I just
couldn’t imagine it. Oh God! I just had a thought. My sister
could have a baby if her boyfriend ‘fucked’ her! That’s why Mum
kept telling her not to let boys ‘touch’ her.

“Men can fuck each other too,” he said and I was puzzled again.
“I’ll show you sometime.”

He cuddled me then and I felt good with his arms around me.

“Tony?” I said and he looked at me. “I don’t have any spunk. Why
not?”

He explained about my age and that soon I would start making it
in my balls and then I’d have to be careful not to fuck a girl
and make her have a baby.

“But,” he said, “there’s a way of fucking without making babies.
You just do it with other men.”

When I pointed out that we don’t have holes between our legs, he
went on to explain that a man did it to him and he loved feeling
the man’s cock in his bottom. My mind raced at the possibility of
a cock like Tony’s going inside a tiny bum-hole and I couldn’t
see how it could possibly fit. When I mentioned this, he simply
said, “It stretches, just like a girl’s hole.” “Do you want to do
this again sometime?” he asked and I said, “Oh yes, Tony. Will
you show me some other stuff?”



Four days later, we met up in the park again, both of us on our
bikes. We had arranged to meet, but it was raining so we couldn’t
go into the trees again. Tony said he’d show me what he did
sometimes in the public toilets. When we went in, we were alone
and he showed me what a ‘glory hole’ was. Inside some cubicles,
there was a big hole cut out in the wall and you could see
through it into the next cubicle. He explained that the hole was
the right height to stick your cock through for the man on the
other side to suck it without either of you being seen by anybody
outside.

I couldn’t believe it! Men actually did that with people they
didn’t even know? He assured me that it was true and he did it
often when he came here. This, he said, was how he met the man
who was the first to fuck him. The first? The significance of
what he’d just said did not escape me.

“I’ll show you,” he said and went into the next cubicle. Next
thing I knew, his cock came through the hole and he said for me
to suck it. I went down on my knees and took his knob into my
mouth. It tasted good and soon I could taste his ‘pre-cum’. Just
the we heard somebody enter the toilets and we stayed still,
barely daring to breathe. His cock was still in my mouth and I
licked his pee-slit with my tongue.

We both held our breath, waiting for the man who was pissing to
leave. Water ran as he washed his hands and then we heard him
leave and the outer door banged shut. He hadn’t left though; he
had just pretended that he had.

“Okay,” said Tony, “put yours through the hole now,” and I felt
his hot mouth as it closed over my dick.

Ten seconds later, a man’s voice said, “Hello, Tony. Still using
this place to suck cock, dirty boy?”

Somebody had opened Tony’s door and caught him sucking my dick.
His mouth left my dick and I pulled it back through the hole,
hoping that the man had not seen me but it was too late. “And
it’s a little boy this time, I see,” said the man, chuckling.

“Hello, Jimmy. Do you want the usual?” Tony asked and the man
replied that it would be nice.

I waited, holding my breath, but they didn’t leave. Instead, my
door opened and they both came in. Tony looked a bit sheepish as
he introduced us but the man was staring at my little willy. I
didn’t know what to do but running away was not an option because
the man was blocking the door.

“He’s cute,” Jimmy said to Tony. “Has he got a nice bottom like
you?”

“Leave him alone, Jimmy. It’s me you want,” and Tony and he took
down his shorts and underpants, turning around to show the man
his young bottom. “You like this, don’t you, Jimmy? You can’t get
enough of this, can you?” he said and the man began to pull down
his own pants and underwear.

I stood there, trembling with fear, as the man’s massive cock
came into view. It was 7-inches long and awfully thick. The man’s
big hairy hand went down to my naked crotch and his fingers
caressed my little dick, playing with the foreskin as Tony
watched. It felt good and soon I started to relax but I couldn’t
take my eyes off the man’s enormous cock.

“Play with it, John,” he said softly and my hand reached out to
it. The knob seemed absolutely enormous to me and I couldn’t
touch my fingers together when I circled his cock with my hand. I
wanked it, feeling the power and strength in it, and Tony watched
my hand move to and fro along its length.

I think Tony was getting hot watching us because the next thing
he said was, “Suck his cock, John!” and I tried to do what he
wanted. I opened my mouth as wide as I could but I struggled to
get his knob past my lips. Once inside, I could taste the man’s
salty pre-cum oozing from his slit and his hands went behind my
head, holding me firmly in place. I sucked the best I could and
the man moaned at my efforts.

Tony had a jar of Vaseline in his hands the next time I looked at
him and he was plastering the contents in and around his
bum-hole. I remembered what he had said about a bum-hole
stretching and it looked like I was going to see the man fuck my
Tony.

“Come on, Jimmy,” Tony said and handed the Vaseline to Jimmy. He
pulled his cock out of my mouth and I watched in awe as he
slathered the jelly over the full length of his cock. Tony was
bent over the toilet bowl, his palms flat against the wall. “Fuck
me, Jimmy. Give me all of it.”

“Come here, kid,” he said to me. “Put this cock in your
boyfriend’s hole,” and I grasped the monster, looking for Tony’s
hole. There it was, a tiny pink rosebud, and I just couldn’t see
how the man was going to push it inside Tony’s little bum-hole. I
placed the cock to the little hole and watched in amazement as
the large knob opened the hole right up and passed into it, and I
heard Tony’s sharp intake of breath as he was impaled on this
adult cock.

The man leant over Tony’s back and whispered, “I’ve waited all
week for you, Tony, because you’re the best. Tell me how much you
want it, sweety.”

I watched in fascination as the long cock advanced inch by inch
into Tony’s bottom and I was totally amazed as the man’s hairy
crotch was tight up against Tony’s bottom. The whole 7-inches of
extremely thick cock was jammed up inside Tony and I felt a
shudder of excitement run through me. Tony sighed and the man
began to move back and forth, fucking my friend’s bottom.

Less than a minute later, Tony began to wail and he moaned, “Fuck
me, Jimmy! Give me every inch!”

I couldn’t help it but I was wanking my own dick at the sight of
my friend being fucked by this man. My eyes were fixed on the
point of their joining and the man’s red angry-looking cock
pistoned in and out of Tony’s bottom. I had never seen anything
like this before but I knew that Tony loved it by the moaning he
was doing and his continuous sighing at each thrust of the man’s
cock. I wondered briefly how good it would feel if a man put his
cock up my bottom and fucked me.

The man began to pant hard and the next thing I knew, he held
Tony’s hips tight and I could see all his muscles tense up. He
pushed his cock in Tony one last time and held it there as he
groaned loudly. I didn’t know for sure but I was guessing that
the man’s white stuff was being pumped inside Tony’s bottom. Tony
held still as the man shot his hot spunk into his bottom, and he
moaned too, I suppose feeling the stuff spurting inside him.

“Jimmy!” cried Tony. ” I love it! I fucking love it!” and then my
‘feeling’ started. My whole body shook and I almost fell down
when my legs began to tremble. My body was rigid, stiff as a
board, and something was happening to my little balls like it
always did.

Jimmy was kissing the back of Tony’s neck as his spunk blasted
into my friend’s bottom and I kept watching to see what would
happen next. How does it feel when a man spurts up your bottom?
How would it feel if Tony did it to me? Did I want him to? It
looked like a lot of fun for Tony so I guessed that it didn’t
hurt otherwise he wouldn’t have let the man do it to him.

After about half a minute, the man pulled his cock out of Tony
and I watched with awe as it came completely out and I saw some
white stuff ooze out. The incredible thing was the size of Tony’s
bum-hole. It was gaping open! The tiny pink rosebud that he had
was now very red and wide open and the man grabbed me and stood
me behind Tony.

“Look at that bum-hole, kid,” he said. “See what I did to your
boyfriend!” I was close to it and I could see right inside Tony.
Wow!

As the man pulled his pants up, Tony stood up straight and turned
around. Then he kissed Jimmy and whispered, “Thankyou,” to him.
Then the man kissed me and turned to leave. “I hope you’ll want
my cock one day,” he whispered and then he turned and left.

I don’t know why but I tilted my head up to kiss Tony and he took
me in his arms. I felt as though I was comforting him but I
couldn’t figure out what harm he’d suffered. He wanted what the
man did to him yet I still wanted to make him better in my
childish way.

He sat me down on the toilet bowl and stood between my open legs,
offering his cock to my lips. I took in his knob straight away,
knowing what he wanted me to do. I licked his pee-slit and found
that his slippery pre-cum had been pouring out and covered most
of his knob. I licked and sucked his shaft, playing with his
balls and making him moan. Then he did something new.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and said, “Open your mouth,
John.” I sat there, keeping my mouth open, and watched as he
began to wank his cock just an inch from my lips. Ten seconds
later, the first gob of spunk shot out and hit me just under my
nose. His cock jerked and the second gob went on my top lip,
closely followed by the next three or four which hit my tongue.
Then he rested his cock on my bottom lip and the rest of his
spunk just dribbled out and pooled behind my bottom teeth.

His hands caressed my head and I closed my lips around his shaft,
tasting the salty stuff that pooled around my tongue. I sucked
his dick, touching his pee-slit with the tip of my tongue, hoping
to get some more spunk out. I sucked him dry and then cleaned up
his lovely dick as it began to go soft. I was too young at the
time but even so, I realised that this was as close as you could
ever get to a man, to swallow his spunk and lick him clean again.

Eventually he pulled his dick from me and pulled me to my feet.
His hands went behind me and they cupped my bum-cheeks, and he
kissed my lips, pushing his tongue gently between them. I felt so
close to him, my 14-year-old hero, and felt that I was lucky that
he chose me to do these lovely things with.

When we finally pulled apart, I looked into his eyes and asked,
“Will you fuck me sometime, Tony?” and he just looked at me.

He kissed my lips once more and simply said, “You can count on
it,” and then he grinned.



We only managed to meet up twice in the next three weeks and our
activities were restricted to mutual masturbation and oral sex
but I found everything with Tony so enjoyable that I wanted more
and I often wanked myself at night, picturing the day when he
would push his cock up inside me and make love to me ‘properly’.

He took me home one day and I was embarrassed when his dad caught
us kissing in the living room but his dad showed no disapproval,
in fact he showed no surprise at all and I wondered how Tony
would explain away his kissing of a young boy of 11. But no
explanations were required or offered and I was surprised when
Tony fondled my crotch while we sat next to his dad as we all
watched their new TV.

His dad saw Tony do it and I was afraid that he would start to
make a fuss but, apart from licking his lips as he watched,
Tony’s dad did nothing. I did notice the bulge in the front of
his pants though. Nothing was said either as Tony took me by the
hand and led me to his bedroom and it was there that I was to
lose my virginity to the person I liked to think of as my
14-year-old boyfriend.

Tony kissed me tenderly as his hands undressed me and soon I was
a naked 11-year-old in the arms of his boyfriend. He pushed me
down to my knees and watched me worship his dick, making me look
into his eyes as I performed the act. I thought I saw a movement
near the door but I must have been mistaken because when I
stopped to look, nobody was there.

My boyfriend stripped his clothes off and placed me on the bed,
on hands and knees, and then proceeded to lick my little
bum-hole. I opened my legs wider and I felt his tongue try to
push inside my hole. It was electric! The feeling was exquisite
as he used his tongue and he stopped briefly to tell me to push
out, ‘just like when you have a shit’ and when I did, his tongue
entered me and he wriggled it around in my tight hole.

I was in absolute heaven as he did this to me and the excitement
was increased when he began to masturbate me at the same time. My
head went down to the pillow and my bum was high in the air, and
Tony worked me over, bringing new sensations to my juvenile body
that I would never have dreamed possible. He stopped briefly and
I felt his fingers begin to spread some cold greasy stuff around
my bum-hole and I knew it would be Vaseline.

He knelt behind me, his placed his knob at the entrance to my
hole and pushed forward. “Push out!” he hissed and then I
remembered from before and I did so, allowing his knob to open my
sphincter wide and to enter me. It took my breath away. After a
few moments, he pushed forward again and soon his entire length
was inside me. I was impaled on my boyfriend’s 5-inch dick!

Tony fucked me gently, pushing and pulling his dick carefully so
he wouldn’t hurt me and I looked between my legs to see his balls
banging against me with each inward thrust. His dad was stood in
the doorway behind us! The cock that protruded from his open fly
was long and thick, and he was wanking it as he watched his son
fuck a young boy!

My boyfriend held me fast with his hands gripping my hips tightly
so I couldn’t move, and I watched through my legs as his dad shot
a torrent of white spunk all over the floor in front of him. As
Tony continued to fuck me, I watched his dad disappear and then I
heard water running in the bathroom. There was no indication from
Tony that there was anything out of the ordinary and I wondered
then if there was something between the two of them.

Suddenly there was no more time to wonder about anything as Tony
gripped my hips harder and he began to pant. He slammed into me
one last time and held himself tight against my bum as his dick
jerked inside me and I thrilled to the realisation that my
boyfriend was starting to shoot his spunk inside me. I felt the
hot liquid deep inside me as his cock jerked time after time. His
moaning increased in volume as he shot more of his white stuff
and my hands gripped the pillow tightly as he filled me.

This was it! This was what I always wanted! My boyfriend was
breeding me like he would a girl! Wow!

He released my hips and collapsed over my back, his arms going
around my waist and then lower to fondle my stiff dick. His
fingers tickled my little balls and I felt really special,
pleased that he would want to make love to me and not somebody
else. He pulled his cock out of me very slowly and examined my
hole before making me lie down and turn over so he could kiss me.

His hand masturbated me as he continued to kiss me and finally he
kissed his way down my body and captured my stiff dick in his
mouth and began to suck. My dick responded to Tony’s mouth and he
made it even better by playing with my balls as he sucked. It was
only seconds later that I got my ‘feeling’ and I started to buck
against his mouth, forcing him to hold me down as I thrashed
about.

When it all subsided, I was horrified to see his dad waiting by
the door for us to finish. He was holding two glasses of Coke and
only moved towards us when it was obvious we had done all we were
going to. He handed the glasses to us and then said to me, “Was
it good, John?” and I blushed a deep red.

“It was very good, Dad,” Tony said, grinning down at me. I didn’t
know what to do or say. It was too late to cover myself against
his dad’s eyes and the man took in the sight of my softening
dick, licking his lips again as he had done earlier.

Then he left, leaving Tony and I to kiss tenderly as we rested
after our love-making. I had to ask, of course.

“Tony, doesn’t your dad mind what we’re doing?” and he laughed.

“You might as well know. Since Mum left, we sleep together and he
does me all the time.”

“Don’t you mind?” I asked incredulously.

“I love his cock in me. I like any man’s cock in me,” he said
and, for a moment, I felt betrayed. He must have sensed my
feelings because he added, “But you’re special,” and I cuddled
him, feeling now that all was well with the world. “Will you come
over next Saturday?” he asked and I readily agreed.

Dressed and downstairs once more, it was time for me to leave and
I was embarrassed when Tony’s dad kissed my lips and said, “See
you again,” before I actually left the house to go home. On the
way, I thought long and hard about what Tony had told me and I
was becoming aroused at the thought of the two of them together
in bed.

The next Saturday, I arrived on their doorstep and Tony’s dad
invited me in. Tony would be back in about an hour, he said, and
he gave me a drink and we sat on the settee to wait for him. We
talked, and he embarrassed me by telling me how handsome he
thought I was and, at the same time, resting his hand on my leg.
When I didn't object, his hand move further towards my dick and I
have to admit that I was getting harder at his touch.

Five minutes later, his pants were around his ankles and I was on
my knees between his legs, sucking his large knob into my mouth
and licking his pee-slit, tasting the salty stuff that oozed out.
That's what Tony found me doing when he walked in two minutes
later and, instead of being angry with me, he knelt behind me,
pulled my pants down and began to tongue my bum-hole.

Three minutes after that, he pushed his dick into my bum as I
sucked his dad's cock. He fucked me, sometimes very hard, and I
thought it might have been his idea of punishing me. It wasn't
much of a punishment though because I enjoyed his roughness but I
didn't show it.

His dad shot his spunk into my mouth and I swallowed all I could,
losing a little from the side of my mouth as I tried my best to
save myself from drowning in his copious volume of potent sperm.
When he had pumped his balls empty, he went behind Tony and
played with his balls until his body went rigid and he moaned as
he began to shoot his spunk deep inside me. I felt the wonderful
pulsing of his dick as he began to spurt his stuff into my
rectum, bathing the walls in hot spunk.

Tony’s arms went around me and he held me tightly around the
waist so I wouldn’t move as he filled me up with his hot spunk.
His dad lay down beside me and kissed me as his son bred me and I
was so aroused that I kissed him back enthusiastically.

“You like spunk, don’t you, John?” he asked and I had to agree.
“Do you want mine inside your bum too?” and I said, “Please.”

My own little dick was stiff and I wanted to wank it but my arms
were holding me up so Tony’s dad licked my stiffy until I got my
‘feeling’ and my bum-hole gripped Tony’s cock harder, making Tony
moan some more. He kissed the back of my neck as his father’s
tongue went in my mouth and I had to admit to myself that sex
with these two was wonderful.

Tony pulled his cock out of me very slowly when he was finally
finished, even though I didn’t want him to and we collapsed in a
heap, each kissing the other and feeling each other’s body.
Tony’s dad watched as his son kissed me gently and then he got up
and went for some more Coke. All this sex had made the three of
us very thirsty and, as we rested, I told them both how much I
had enjoyed the feelings that they had given me.

“I think you should have more spunk inside you before you go
home,” Tony’s dad said and grinned.

“Watch out,” said Tony, “or you’ll be permanently full of spunk
each time you come to visit,” and he grinned at me. I held him to
me and kissed his lips.

“Do you promise?” I asked and I wasn’t laughing. I was hoping
that there would be much more of their kind of loving, the kind I
didn’t get from my dad.

An hour later, Tony’s dad invited me upstairs and I went with
him, watching his naked muscular legs and buttocks as he went
before me. I watched in awe as his large ball-bag moved as we
climbed the stairs and I wanted to feel the big balls and touch
my little tongue to them. Once inside his bedroom, I spotted some
stuff of Tony’s and I realised that Tony really did sleep with
his dad sometimes.

Tony’s dad lay on the bed and his semi-stiff cock rested on his
belly. It was long and thick, and I wanted to feel it inside me.
First though, he had me lie on top of him and he played with my
bum-cheeks, finally reaching for my hole and fingering it. Tony’s
spunk had started to leak out of me and his dad put a finger
inside me. I was wet, spunky, and this lubrication helped him to
finger-fuck me.

I lay there on his body, my chest and belly feeling the hairs on
his chest, and I kissed his neck and shoulder. A second finger
joined the first in my bottom and I sighed at the sensation he
was giving me. His other hand reached out to the night-stand and
he retrieved a jar of Vaseline, and he offered it to me to take
the lid off. I took it and removed the lid, holding it while he
took a scoop from it and rubbed it around and inside my bum-hole.
A second scoop was taken and I moved aside so he could lubricate
the cock that would soon be fucking me.

He moved me then so that my bum-hole was directly over his big
knob and I held my breath as he pushed at my bum-hole. It was
still partly open after Tony had fucked me so it was just a
little easier when the enormous knob pushed through my sphincter.
I clutched him tightly, feeling some pain as his knob opened me
wide and it slipped inside. He waited then, until I was
comfortable again and then he pushed once more, forcing more of
his manhood inside me.

“Sit down on it, John. Just take as much as you want,” he said
softly and I nodded, moving down so that more of his thick cock
was being forced into me. I moved gingerly, not wanting to get
hurt by the first adult cock I had ever experienced. ‘I wonder if
my dad’s cock is this big,’ I thought briefly as I moved down
further onto the massive shaft.

Finally I could feel the hair around his cock scratching my
bottom and I had the sensation of my insides being completely
filled with cock. Amazing! I moved up slightly and then down
again, feeling the wondrous shaft move inside me and I wanted
more!

“Fuck me, John!” he said softly. “Fuck my cock as hard as you
can!”

I began to ride him like a cowboy, feeling myself being impaled
on the long shaft on every downstroke. He held my waist and
fucked up into me each time I pushed myself down and soon the
rhythm increased in speed.

Next thing, he held me tight and rolled me over so that he was
above me. He pushed a pillow under my hips and he took over the
fucking of my willing bum-hole. He pounded into me and, as he lay
over me, I bit his shoulder.

“Yes, John! Bite me! Bite me harder!” he cried and my arms went
around his back as I bit him as hard as I could on the same
shoulder.

His hips pounded hard and fast into me and I was delirious with
the feelings it gave me.

“Fuck me!” I cried, not caring who heard me. This from an
11-year-old boy!

“I’m cumming, John! I’m cumming inside you!” he cried and he
moaned as he forced his cock into me one last time and held his
hips tight against my bottom.

I felt it! The jerking of his big cock inside me felt surreal and
I was suddenly conscious of the hot viscous spunk being pumped
deep inside me. His knees trembled as his cock jerked and I
gripped him tightly as he bred me. He groaned as each spurt of
spunk left his cock and I moaned as I felt it splash the walls of
my insides.

When he had finished spurting, he kissed my lips tenderly and I
thought for an instant that maybe some of my friends might like
this too. I lay there with him on top of me and I felt his cock
beginning to soften and finally it slipped out of my bum-hole. I
felt empty, disappointed, but he promised me that he would fill
me with cock anytime I wanted. When I said, “Now!” he laughed and
I grinned back at him.

I was full of spunk and I felt a wetness between my bum-cheeks,
indicating that his sperm was leaking out of my ravaged hole. I
put my fingers there and realised that the hole was gaping wide
and I felt the hot slippery spunk between my fingers. I had been
fucked by an adult. A real man had fucked me good and I was sure
that I wanted much more of it in the future.

I became a regular visitor to Tony’s house and was often fucked
at both ends by them. Word soon got round their family and I was
introduced to cousins and brothers, uncles and aunts, and over
time, I was introduced by them to more perverted sexual acts.
Most of them just wanted a young boy to have sex with but one of
the cousins, a large 20-year-old, wanted to ‘rape’ me and once I
had fulfilled the role and been raped, he was always so gentle
afterwards, kissing me gently and thanking me profusely for being
his ‘little girl’ and letting him do me roughly. The family liked
to watch the ‘rape’ and I was never sure it was because of the
act or the ‘costume’ of knickers, bra, skirt and blouse I was
made to wear that interested them more.

Tony and his dad used to take me in the woods with them sometimes
and watch as men, 2 or 3 at a time, pleasured themselves in my
mouth and bottom but to be honest, I quite liked being used.
Similarly, they would take me to the public toilets and watch me
swallow vast amounts of spunk from cocks pushed through the
glory-hole and would often fuck me while I sucked a stranger’s
cock.

By the time I was 12, my education was complete but I still went
to Tony’s house whenever I could, just in case there might be a
new lesson!

END



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