


                               JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING


                                           by John P

                                      Copyright© 2011



Chapter 5

Uncle Fred was becoming more frequently absent when I visited
Grandma's house. I don't think he was avoiding me but the beer
drew him more and more. I don't consider it had anything to do
with me or our activities; it was, I suppose, just going out for
a beer and then staying for another, and another and... He had no
obligations, no wife, no girlfriend, nobody to tell him to stop
drinking except Grandma. Occasionally his sister Edna would visit
with her preacher husband Joe and they, along with Grandma, would
kneel and pray! That was it for my uncle! He would depart within
minutes, particularly when they pointed out his sinning and the
demon drink. Which was all well and good but it meant I had to go
without the wonderful sex I had been getting.

However, it happened that one Saturday, after my chores at
Grandma's were finished, she announced she was going to visit
Aunt Suey, whoever she was. My uncle was at home at that time and
he must have decided to have his way with me at home. While
Grandma was occupied with getting ready to go out, he whispered
to leave soon and wait out of sight. When Grandma left, I had to
follow her and make sure she got on the bus. Then he said to
return to the house. This I did and duly returned, where he was
waiting for me.

He ushered me in and groped my bum as we entered the living room.
I sat while he disappeared into Grandma's bedroom and closed the
curtains. This was new to me. I'd only ever enjoyed my sex in the
great outdoors and it looked like I was going to get it indoors,
on a bed or in it.

After a few minutes, he called out for me to come into the
bedroom where I found him without clothes and in an obviously
semi-erect state. There it was again, that thick rod of flesh, 8
inches long and with light ginger pubic hair around it. I stared
at it like I always did; it hypnotised me. He watched me with
faint amusement, conscious of the effect his large cock was
having on me, in fact always had on me! I was still dressed and
my little cock was tenting out my pants. Why was I always stiff
when I was around this man? Why did he have such an effect on me?
He wasn't menacing or threatening but I was always in awe of this
adult. I knew in my mind that he wouldn't hurt me, I never even
considered the idea. But I felt I was dominated, not in a bad
way, but as a child with a loving adult who would guide me,
making sure I didn't hurt myself if he could help it.

I just stood there, waiting for the next move. He began to
undress me, jacket first, then shirt and vest and finally my
pants and underpants. My only contribution to becoming naked like
he wanted was to kick off my shoes. While on his knees, he kissed
my chest, my little breasts, and his tongue licked around one of
my now erect nipples. It tickled and I shivered. My arms went
around his neck and I hugged him to me. His hands were behind me
now, feeling me up, stroking my almost hairless bum-cheeks. My
stiff little cock, together with my little bag of balls, pressed
against his hairy chest and it felt so weird. His tongue ran
along my chest to the other nipple and he bathed it, sucking and
licking, occasionally nibbling it.

His fingers were now seeking out my bum-crack and I opened my
legs because I knew what he wanted to do. Two of his fingers
found my little rosebud and he gently ran them around it, making
me tremble slightly. Why did he keep doing that? Was he going to
bum me? Or did he just want his fingers in me?

The fingers were made wet by a quick insertion in his mouth and
then just as quickly returned to my bum-hole. A fingertip tried
to penetrate my little hole but was apparently rejected by my
sphincter. His mouth moved south and I felt the warm wet mouth
envelop my 4-inch dick. How could it get any better? Bum-hole
tickled and penis enclosed in a warm, wet, sucking mouth! I was
in 14-year-old heaven!

After a couple of minutes of this, he got up off his knees and
pulled me towards the bed. I lay down on my back and he lay next
to me. He turned me towards him and his mouth found mine. He
pressed his mouth against my lips, pushing the tip of his tongue
between them so that I was forced to accept it. As was expected
of me, I began to suck it and, because it made me more worked up,
I duelled with it, finally pushing it out and following it with
my own tongue into his mouth. He sucked it like he did with my
dick and the feeling was exquisite.

His hairy chest was crushed against my hairless little tits,
coarse hair on his belly pushed against my naked belly and stiff
dick. His enormous cock tried to poke between my legs and I
opened them a little in case he wanted to push it between them
like he had once before. He felt the movement and his thick cock
entered the space I had made. His hands had returned to my
bum-cheeks and he stroked gently but firmly. Our tongues
continued back and forth and my sucking of his tongue was making
me want the cock! I wanted that cock in my mouth. I don't know
why because I couldn't take it all; all I could manage in my
little mouth was the head and maybe an inch of shaft.

Ah, at last! He turned himself around so we were top-to-toe and I
was presented at last with that magnificent weapon. The lack of a
scrotum and balls was still puzzling me; I could only surmise
that his balls were inside him somewhere. That thought was put to
one side as he took my whole 4-inches into his mouth and used his
fingers to fondle my little ball-sack. I didn't need prompting
this time; without him telling me, I ran my tongue around the
head of his hard cock, feeling the silky skin. I opened his
piss-slit with the tip of my tongue and placed my hand around the
thick shaft. My thumb and fingers didn't meet because of the
girth but I wanked the inches of his shaft that were still
visible.

Just like the last time we were doing sex together, he went onto
his back, holding me tight and taking me with him. One of his
hands crept round behind me again and found my bum-hole. He must
have already wet one of his fingers because he tried once again
to gain entrance but this time he managed to put the tip in. Once
in, he wiggled it about but couldn't go further because my
sphincter didn't relax. I didn't know at the time what to do and,
with hindsight, he must not have known either. His head moved a
bit further and I felt his nose against my bum as he took my
whole ball-sack into his mouth. Ever so gently, he rolled my
balls around with his tongue. After a minute or so, his breathing
came faster and he switched to my little dick again. My hips were
humping involuntarily now and then he left my dick and said
something which I found very odd.

"Don't come in my mouth, will you?" What? What did that mean? Why
would I want to shoot my spunk into his mouth? That would be
nasty, wouldn't it? I know I was only 14, but I figured that
nobody would do a thing like that. EEuuugh!

He must have sensed that I was close to shooting my spunk because
he slid me off him onto my back, took his mouth off me and
started to wank me off. His two fingers and thumb raced up and
down my little dick until the feeling came over me that the white
stuff was coming. My breathing increased rapidly and I held onto
his wrist as my hips jumped and a massive orgasm washed over me.
I opened my eyes to watch a few small white blobs and some clear
liquid shoot out of my very red helmet and land on my hairless
belly.

After a few seconds, I had to hold his wrist still so he'd stop
wanking me. I was so sensitive that it started to hurt. Wow! This
sex stuff was absolutely fantastic!

His hand moved quickly to his own shaft and he began to stroke
it, his hand able to close completely around the thick weapon. I
watched, hypnotised by the size of what was before me. I watched
the head, waiting, waiting, knowing that a massive amount of
spunk would soon be shooting out of it. It only lasted seconds
before he groaned, pulled the foreskin all the way back and held
it there.

I watched in fascination as the head erupted. The piss-slit
opened, he groaned again and the long thick manhood spewed
copious amounts of lovely white thick fluid. It came in torrents,
his cock jerking with every shot, all over my belly. It was hot,
thick, white, creamy. And there was so much! I thought it must
have carried on for about 20 seconds but probably not. It just
seemed that way to a gauche 14-year-old boy with no real
experience before his uncle had shown him how to do naughty sex
things.

Finally the big cock slowed to a dribble and he wiped the drops
on my belly where the rest of that magnificent load had fallen. I
was speechless. All this spunk on my belly had come out of my
Uncle Fred - and I had helped him to do it. He had sex with me
and all this happened because of me! I was the little girl he
dreamed of, I suppose, and I was happy to fulfill that role if
that made him happy. I just wish he had come in my pussy like he
wanted. I wouldn't have minded having his baby, I don't think.
Stupid idea, really, I wasn't a girl and I couldn't have a baby
but I so much wanted to be what he wanted me to be. Pleasing him
was the only thing that mattered and what we had been doing
proved to me that I had been successful.

After that day, we only managed to meet occasionally because of
his drinking habits and it began to tail off over time. I missed
it terribly at first but I'd started messing with a boy at school
and wanking and sucking him helped me over the withdrawal
symptoms I was suffering.

Since those days, I have been submissive to all men, always
provided that they initiated the sexual activity. A man had only
to take my hand and press it to his crotch and, without a word
from him, I would sink to my knees, take out his cock and suck
him till he shot in my mouth, swallowing all he had to offer.

Was it my uncle's fault that I was like this? I don't know; I
don't feel abused, violated, molested. It was the Spring of my
life and I just LOVED what we did. I don't feel like a victim;
how could I? I chased after him when he wasn't around. It
couldn't possibly be HIS fault but always in my mind was the
excuse, 'He made me do it. I was just a kid, so it wasn't my
fault, was it?'

It's a drug, an obsession. I can't get enough cocks, enough
spunk. The 4 years I have been retired now means that I'm stuck
at home with my wife, no valid reason to go out alone and
therefore no more cock-sucking. And I miss it terribly.


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