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Danny Boy - Part 1
Now, let me give you a little history about me. My name is Danzel Van Goagen, but I go by Dan, Danny when I was younger. You should know right up front that I am a bottom guy. I am going to tell you how I became what I am today. It started out when I was very, very young, when I was just a wee one, probably about age 4. My parents were friends with the young couple next door that were a tiny bit older. In fact, it all happened when I was so young; I can't really remember some of the details, just bits and pieces during the first few years. I do know I quickly bonded with Louie the husband.
The family consisted of Husband Louie, Wife Sharon and Two Kids, Troy and Tommy, both boys. The boys were high school age already when I was still only four. The wife, like my mother, worked as a Registered Nurse, so they both slept during the day and worked the night shift or swing shift. My dad was a morning person, up at dawn, then off to a restaurant for breakfast, then work. He seldom got home before 7pm at night, sometimes much later, as he was in Real Estate and seemed to be working and gone most of the time, almost 7/24. Louie, the neighbor, was a self proclaimed cowboy/rancher, self-employed, his own boss, so he could be around the house anytime he wanted as long as his work got done each day at the ranch or around the house. He had a few head of cattle, a couple of horses, a few chickens and grew a few grapes, which he quickly turned to wine every year. His wife was really the family breadwinner. As I grew older, I realized he was what one would call a true Italian Gigolo, living off his Registered Nurse Wife, who made very good money. She kept him supplied with the toys he needed to play the part of the Gigolo Stallion very well.
Louie had a big workshop attached to the back of their house off the garage. The garage and workshop had a stairwell that led down to a full basement under the house. He was a dark Italian, in his late thirties. His wife Sharon and my mother slept together most of the time upstairs in our house where it was quiet when they worked the same shift. Twice I walked into our house and my dad and Louie were nude, taking a shower together. As I grew older, it all came together; each family was a "Marriage of Convenience!" Instead of my parents getting a baby sitter, as friendly as the two families became over the years, Louie volunteered to watch me during the day. That way the two wives could sleep during the day and my mother didn't have to put me in a day care center and pick me up by any certain time each weekday. Louie said he didn't mind keeping me with him. In fact, he obviously liked me around, as he was just a big kid himself with few real responsibilities. Sharon his wife put few sexual demands on him, as she and my mother were inseparable. She had the two boys, and then she and Louie no longer shared the same bed.
Louie had your typical big, new, four wheel drive doolie Dodge pickup truck with a huge dog that went everywhere with him. He dressed like a cowboy most of the time, tight Levi's, a cowboy shirt he kept unbuttoned down to his navel. The thick black hair ran down the center of his chest, over his well-defined six-pack abs., then disappeared below his belt line. It was coal black, long and silky, awesome to the touch. Lest us not forget the boots, massive silver belt buckle, and a big black cowboy hat. On occasion, he dressed as a construction worker, but always looking tall, dark and handsome, something like Tim McGraw the country western singer. Today I would call him a definite gigolo. Louie was definitely not motivated to be the major breadwinner for his family - having fun was his specialty. Every day, I was with him, either at the ranch, in his workshop or basement, or riding in his 4x4 around town, just he, his German Shepherd Butch and me.
It worked out well for both families, since they were such good intimate friends and he truly wanted to have me with him. He soon became my full time sitter and my best friend as well. I bonded with him and Butch immediately. He had a double bed set up in the basement, then eventually added a bathroom with one of those old claw foot bathtubs, plus a stall shower. Many times my dad would come home late, join us and spent the night curled up with Louie and me all night. I was too young to realize that something was going on between them, as I slept, until I got older.
The next thing, Louie put in an old wood burning cook stove and a refrigerator, table and chairs. He set it up so he and I really didn't have to go upstairs to eat or bathe or for anything. Most of the time, especially in the summer when it was hot, he slept there because it stayed cool. In the winter, it was not only quiet but also nice and warm; having a pot bellied wood stove heating the space. I spent more time in that basement with him and Butch than I did with my dad in our own house. Many times, he would just keep me day and night, especially during the week when the wives were working the night shift. I liked it when I slept over with him all night. I was able to cuddle up with him in his basement abode. We slept together in that double bed all cuddled up together. It was wonderful, just he and me, with Butch curled up at our feet.
Once in awhile, late at night, my dad would crawl into bed with Louie and sleep over. I slept sandwiched between them. Louie never wore underclothing, slept in the nude, and always smelled so good to me as we slept. Both he and my dad had distinctively different smells. I liked both. The very first thing I took to was their smell, their aroma. It was intoxicatingly wonderful to me, even at that early age. I just loved sleeping up against their nude, warm bodies. Their scents lingered and filled my nostrils. Sometimes when I awoke, I would be to one side; Louie would be up tight against my dad's backside with his face buried in my dad's blond hair. They would be shaking and all excited with Louie licking and biting on dad's neck and shoulders and my dad was moaning softly under his breath. They seemed to ignore me, so I would just go right back to sleep knowing they were all right and having a good time doing a adult thing together.
It wasn't long and I was with Louie all night more than I was sleeping in my own bed at home. When I slept over, he always undressed me for bed. Never did he put pajamas on me. He always just automatically stripped me down nude as he slept at bedtime. He was a restless sleeper, snored, and had his arm or a leg thrown over me most of the time as he slept. It took a while, but I got use to his snoring and restlessness. He loved to touch, rub my soft skin, and stroke his hand through my silky blond hair, which he always did before I would fall off to sleep. I got so use to him fondling me, he could do it while I slept and it very seldom awakened me. Once in awhile, when I would awaken, I could feel him softly rubbing himself up against me. I would awaken in the morning all sticky on my butt and between my legs. I asked him about it the first time it happened and he said it was nothing to worry about, he had a wet dream during the night. I asked him what a wet dream was and he said it was something men do as they sleep, something like wetting the bed when you are real young, which I still did once in awhile. I was satisfied with his answer, so we would shower or bathe together and go about our business each morning if we were sticky. Before long, every night he had one of his wet dreams, as I was all sticky, sometimes he was clung to me with his pee-pee between my legs the next morning.
One night I awakened to feel his pee-pee hard and rubbing between my legs. I pretended to be asleep and soon he was softly licking and kissing on the back of my neck. It felt very good. The next thing I realized he was having one of his wet dreams between my legs again and the warmth against and between my legs felt good. I went right back to sleep, as did he. Before long, thinking I was in deep sleep, he became more physical with me as he did his thing between my legs. I never said a thing after that, because I loved having him breathing hard, kissing, licking and rubbing on me, like he always did. I didn't want it stop, it felt so good especially when he smelled so good and made me all warm and sticky. It became a regular thing and before long he was doing it two and three times a night to me cuddled up against him. He would moan and shake so I knew it made him feel good and happy, just like when he and dad slept together.
On many of the evenings my dad showed up to spend the night, I would wake up on a couch, wrapped in a blanket with Butch snuggled up next to me. I took after my dad, blond with blue eyes. His were sky blue; mine were even lighter blue. My dad was a very handsome guy too, and when I looked at him and Louie laying together asleep, half covered when I would get up to go pee-pee during the night, I knew I loved them both. Louie, covered with soft black hair, my dad little or no body hair, except for blond silk under his armpits and in his crotch. Sometimes I would crawl back up between them where it was all warm and comfortable, Butch at my feet, after they finished playing their adult game and were sound asleep. A few times, when I awoke during the night, Louie was holding my dad's legs in the air and bouncing against his bottom. I wondered what they were doing together, but guessed it to be another game men did together. They both seemed to be having a good time. I would then roll over and go back to sleep after coaxing Butch up next to me. Years later, I learned that my dad had been a Bottom for years. He would frequently run to Louie with a burning need for some dick up his ass.
As I got older and spent more nights in my own bedroom, I realized he was bringing men home with him to spend the night. He obviously liked rough trade type Top guys, as a few times he got himself really knocked around and really beat up. I can still remember as a child, finding my dad all black and blue, lying on his bedroom floor, crying softly to himself a few times. I would help him back to bed, cuddle up next to him and make sure he was alright and sleeping soundly before I would let myself fall asleep. When Louie learned my dad was picking up rough trade; he and my dad had heated words. After that, my dad no longer visited Louie and me in the middle of the night on a regular basis. It became a rare occasion that my dad slept with Louie all night. Years later, I learned that Louie got his nose out of joint when my dad started to be a bottom to other guys. I think the words "Hurt, Jealous and Possessive" surfaced in their relationship. Enough on that subject, but you get the idea!
Louie made wine each year in his basement and I loved to help him stomp the grapes with his two sons, do simple chores he felt I was capable of performing at my young age. He was very attentive to letting me play, but I was always to stay near by where he was working so he could keep an eye on me. I really liked him more all the time, especially now that he was having wet dreams on me every night we slept together. He would play little kid games with me, always happy and laughing. He became my playmate, as he was just a big kid at heart himself, especially after he had a few glasses of his home brewed red wine. He liked his wine and if he got a bit tipsy before bedtime, he really got excited with me during the night after he thought I was asleep. Even at that very early age, I found I was attracted to him in some strange way. I really did not understand why I liked him so much, but I think it was because he was so much fun and made me feel so good, especially every night.
Being Italian, he talked with his hands and eyes as much as through speech. He always worked in the summer heat with no shirt, just a pair of old Levi or Wranglers, socks, boots, and his cowboy hat. The guy had a dark olive complexion, as so many Italians. He was quite good looking, dark black curly hair, and big Bright Brown eyes. The long black hair covered his chest and underarms that ran all the way down over his six-pack stomach and disappeared under the waistband of his wranglers. The crowing glory was the fact that he had been in the Marine Corps. . A Big Black Leopard ran down his left arm from his shoulder midway between his elbow and wrist. It was awesome. His other shoulder wore the Marine Corps Insignia. He had a Dragon on his left lower arm. His back had a bold geometric design that ran across his back just below shoulder level. He lifted weights in his workshop and his muscles were awesome. He had one of those rippled stomachs I use to like to run my hands over. It would make him laugh. He said it tickled him, but he liked me to do it to him. Then he would throw me up in the air and catch me or hold me by the ankles and spin me around until I was dizzy. Then he would set me on my feet and watch me try to walk. I would always fall off my feet to the floor. He would pounce on me and tickle me until I would sometimes wet my pants. If I did, he would strip me nude, throw my clothing in the washer and we would take a bath together in that big claw footed tub, sometimes soaking for hours, until our skin wrinkled. He would soap me up, lay on his back in the tub, and rub me up and down over his slick torso, fondling me, sometimes sucking on my long wet blond hair or kissing me. The hot soapy water and his rubbing me against him felt wonderful. I could tell he was hard against me, and soon I would feel the familiar pulsating and warmth of his wet dream against me. Then he would turn me over and lift me up so my lips met his and kiss me, settle back and relax enjoying the warm bath. He liked to touch, fondle and kiss me, always telling me I was special, blond and beautiful, just like my dad! He said that so much, it was something I just expected to hear every time he got a bit tipsy. He soon realized I liked this physical contact with him, and it soon took on a new form. In a way, I guess I was replacing my dad in his mind; as he would look at me with sad eyes, then kiss and fondle me to him full of tight hugs and warm emotional sincerity.
He would sit sometimes, sipping on his wine, take my hand and run my fingers over each tattoo telling me where he got it, what it meant to him, and stories he would make up about them. I ate up those stories and he realized I really liked touching them as he talked to me. All this time he would be busy fondling me, his hands rubbing and touching my soft white skin. The more wine he drank, the more he horse played with me. Soon he had me nude more and more. Once we were both nude and locked in his basement, he would lift me on to his lap and fondle my soft white skin. As he ran his fingers through my golden locks and fondled me, I would touch his tattoos and run my hands through the hair on his chest, over his rippled stomach. I loved to outline his many tattoos with my fingers as he sipped his wine and fondled me. I was too young to realize that it excited him, he soon got hard and rubbed his hardness between my thighs until he covered my balls and cock with white, warm cream. He used the excuse to get nude that he didn't want me to get my clothing dirty or to spill red wine on my clothing as he held me on his lap telling me stories. Bolder and bolder he became with me, and I loved him touching, rubbing and fondling me. He loved my long blond hair, the big blue eyes, and always told me I was his cute, pretty, little Bertie, the splitting image of my dad.
Before long he made it a rule that we both get nude when we worked in the basement or in his workshop, which he kept locked from the inside when we were nude. He always had me sit on his lap when we took our breaks or after the work was finished. He made sure both he and I were nude me facing him whenever I sat in his lap. He would sip his wine, getting bolder with me each day. Sometimes he would even let me have a sip or two of his wine if I asked. He saw that it didn't make me sick, so it became a regular thing for him to let me sip from his glass too. He would pass it back and forth from his lips to mine. If he got a bit tipsy, sometimes I got more than he realized! I would get a bit silly, laugh and slur my words. I am sure he liked it when I was a bit tipsy too. Then he would take my hands and rub them up and down over his nipples and eventually had me pinching on them for him. After he drank more, still letting me sip too, he would put my lips to his nipples and tell me to lick and suck on them as he fondled mine. His nipples would get hard instantly, when they did, he would tell me to nibble on them with my teeth. I did exactly what he told me to do, always! He would then softly circle, massage and pinch on my nipples as I nipped on his. If I bit them too hard, he would say, "Not so hard Danny Boy!" If not hard enough, he would say, "Harder, harder Danny Boy!" "Yea, like that," when I was doing it like he wanted. Then he would take my little pee-pee in his fingers and fondle it until it got hard. That always felt good, just as good as him pinching my nipples, especially when he regularly took his dick and mine in his hands and played with them both until his warm white cream squirted. It made everything slick and warm. I was too young to know that this was sexual in any way, what it would lead to in time. All I knew was, what we did made me feel good, and I liked him very much and always wanted to please him so he would like me too. I would have let him do anything he wanted or he asked me to do for him. Well, of course his pee-pee always got hard and creamed while I was sitting on his lap playing with his nipples or tracing his tattoos with my fingers. I thought nothing about the hardness rubbing against my sweet ass cheeks, or him jacking us until he creamed. I was already use to it like that against my bottom side every time we slept together.
He could see I loved him, no matter what he did with me. Bolder and bolder he became each day, sometimes calling me Albert by mistake. Albert was my dad's name! When my dad would show up once in awhile, now during the daytime, Louie would immediately smile and get all excited to see him. They would dress me and send me out in the yard to play with Butch and my toys. If I happened to step inside to go to the bathroom or go to the refrigerator for a coke, I would find them playing adult games together. Louie and my dad seemed to be stuck together most of the time. Louie would be doing to my dad what I saw Butch doing to a stray female dog in the neighborhood a couple of times. They were definitely having a good time, my dad especially, because he was bouncing his butt against Louie and shouting words, I did not understand.
I will never forget that first time Louie actually creamed with me sitting in his lap, knowing I was watching what he was doing. This particular day, I was pinching his nipples siting on his lap; he just threw his head back, became breathless and let it happen. His juice shot all over us both. He had just enough wine that he never held back, now totally turned on and aroused. He kissed, fondled, and licked, then nibbled on me. He tongued my nipples and played with my pee-pee, probably hoping I would turn into my dad and reciprocate somehow. He obviously could not help himself. I knew then, he liked me for sure by his actions toward me. He made me feel so good I kissed him right on the lips and hugged him. He made me promise I would never tell anyone, especially my dad or mom, what we were doing when we played together. He quickly realized I liked what he was doing with me, just like my dad. The kiss and hug I gave him confirmed that fact. After that, I wanted to sit in his lap whenever he sat down. Each time I sat in his lap now he played with my nipples and made my pee-pee get hard and feel so good, kissing and fondling me. He would just automatically settle my butt over his hard pee- pee and start rubbing it in the moist crack of my ass until he creamed all over us both. Then, instead of cleaning us both up with a rag immediately, or taking a bath, he would lay me down on the bed, spread my ass cheeks and lick me clean. He really liked to lick my butt clean of his cream.
He soon was putting his tongue over and in my rosebud, licking and sucking on what he called, "Danny's Poo-poo!" It felt better and better to me as time went on and I actually looked forward to him licking me back there as he played with my pee-pee between his fingers. It always made me excited and hard. Seeing I liked that too, one day he greased up a finger and slowly inserted it into me. After a few times, I got to liking that too, as it felt even better than his tongue when it went in deeper. Soon it was a regular thing, and it would make my little pee-pee get hard just like his. He would point to it and praise me when it would stand up as his always did. I was way to young to ejaculate, but it felt wonderful when his fingers massaged me and made me hard. After he would ejaculate between my ass cheeks, he would feed his juice to me with his fingers. I found it sweet and salty, quite tasty. I took to it immediately! He called it his yum-yum juice! He told me his yum-yum juice was even better when it was still warm, right out of his pee-pee hole. He said, "Tomorrow I will teach you to suck cock little guy; you will love the taste of my cream when it is still hot and juicy."
Sure enough, the next day when we played this game, after he got me excited and hard, he had me lick and suck on his nipples as usual. However, then things changed from our usual routine. He laid flat on his back, placed me flat on top of him in the sixty-nine position, and guided my lips on the head of his pee-pee. He told me to do to him what he was going to do to me. He started by licking on my balls. He placed my face over his balls and said to smell his balls, to lick and suck on them. As I was doing that, he sucked up my little pee-pee and gently stroked his lips and tongue over it. He had me shaking with excitement by licking and sucking on my little pee-pee. I gobbled on his balls faster and faster, the more excited I became. He then guided my mouth and tongue on to the head of his cock. I took to it as a duck takes to water. He had me licking, sucking, actually moderately chewing on the glands around the base of his dick head. He said, "Harder, harder Bertie, that feels wonderful!" I will never forget what his hot juice was like when it suddenly creamed on my lips and tongue. I tried so hard to suck up the hot, sweet nectar as fast as it squirted from his pee-pee hole. It ended up all over my face, lips, down my chin, neck, and ran down my nude body.
From that day on, it became a daily event, a ritual I always looked forward too. I could not get enough of his sweet juices! In private, he called me his sweet little boy-whore! I had no idea what he meant, but knew it must be something good because he loved me to do it and I loved when he did it with me. The combination of his fingers up my ass and eating his wonderful male juice really got me excited. Though I was hard, I still was too young to cream. It made me feel so good when his finger was up in me. I learned to love it when he would do it to me as I sucked up his juices. Before long, he was working two of his big fingers into me. Eventually three long fingers were working their wonders inside me. I got so I liked it so much I bounced over his fingers as I sucked him dry of his sweet juices. Those magic fingers made me tremble all over inside. I loved it and would put his hand to my ass every time I was sucking on him. He soon had his fingers working in me every time I was milking him with my mouth. He even carried a jar of petroleum jelly with us in the truck so he could grease up his fingers and put in me if I wanted to milk him during our travels. I drank his warm cream in abundance. It was like sucking on the bottle I once carried around with me everywhere I went. I loved Louie for giving me my bottle back to me. I accepted the fingers to get the milk, though sometimes the fingers hurt at first a bit as he worked me gradually spreading me larger, to accommodate more magic fingers.
As he could see, I could be trusted to keep our activities our own little secret. I gradually looked forward to his fingers in me massaging up inside me every night. I still had not been able to spread wide enough to accept his pee-pee each time he tried to push into me. He was very patient spreading me open wider and wider with his fingers, until he was able to slip his cock head into me. His pee-pee was able to go beyond where his fingers had gone, deep enough to massage where it felt especially good. Once he would reach that place, it felt so wonderful. Soon he was able to put it all the way in me each night. After a few days of putting it all in me, he realized I was without pain and enjoying him in me, actually rotating my little ass up against him. I began to moan with pleasure, just as I had often heard my dad do when Louie was in him, it felt so good. Soon, without causing any pain or damage, he started to slowly slide it, rotate it, and pump between my buns. I loved the feeling and bounced back against him. My little pecker would stand up hard as he pumped. He knew I liked his hot juice very much. Now, he knew I liked him in me too. During the day, he would let me suck warm cream from him whenever I wanted, as long as we were locked alone in his basement, workshop, in his pickup, or out in the privacy of his ranch. At night, he always wanted to put it in me. I got use to it and soon looked forward to it regularly, begged for it.
He really got excited when I milked him as he was driving around in his pickup. I would lay on my stomach or side and put my head in his lap. He would loosen his belt, unbutton and flop it out and let me lick and suck on him as he played with one of his nipples with one hand and steered the pickup with the other. By the time he was ready to explode, he would be trembling, his eyes could hardly keep the truck on the road, and we would be going 3 miles per hour down some country road. He would throw his head back, stiffen and give me a nice warm full load of his cream. During the warm spring and summer days, he, Butch and I often took a ride in the country in his pickup. It became one of his favorite events. He started referring to our little outings as a "Picnic." He would roust me out of bed early so we could get all the chores done by 9:00am. He would fix a bag lunch, grab a bottle of his red wine, load Butch and me in his truck and off we would go. He would go somewhere different each time, but eventually pull off the road about noon, always in a quiet secluded place, and we would have our picnic. He would lay down a blanket, sometimes in the shade, sometimes in the sun, depending on just how warm it was. We would eat and he would drink his wine and get a bit shit faced most of the time. As I said, after he saw that the wine didn't make me sick, he use to let me have some too, just enough to make me funny and silly. All I would have to do is look up to him and ask, "Danny's Hungry - Yum-Yum, Now?" and he would roll over on his back on the blanket. Sometimes the place was so remote we ate in the nude in the warm sun, making it easy for me to play with his equipment. If he was still dressed, he would remove his shirt undo the top button of his Levi's, rip the others open, then lift the whole package, balls and all out for me to sniff, lick, and suck. I use to love to watch the skin pull away and the head pop out of his uncircumcised pee-pee as I played with it. I loved his pee- pee, his balls, his yum-yum juice, especially when he would rub it on my face, slap it against my nose and cheeks before he would let me have it on the lips. This was a very special time for us both. Sometimes, even Butch would want in on the action, licking on Louie and me. He would try to mount me, until Louie had to push him away and tell him to stop. He would lower his head, turn and sit watching, sometimes licking himself like male dogs do to get themselves off.
However, as I said, at night he always expected me to ride the pony for him. He liked to stay inside me, so I soon learned to sleep that way with him up tight against my bottom penetrated most of the night. He would sometimes juice in me two or three times during the course of the night, depending upon how many times I cleaned him out with my mouth during the day. He liked it a lot, never seemed to get tired or run dry of cream. I remember, sometimes I would actually ask him if I could ride the Pony, as he called mounting me, during the day, rather than sucking him off with my mouth. He could see I was beginning to like riding his pony more each day. He experimented with me and soon realized I liked to be screwed different and interesting ways too. I especially liked it doggy style. He purchased a number of leather and rubber toys that he used on me. For quite a while, I lived with a butt plug in me that kept me spread open and dilated so he didn't have to finger me to get his big pee-pee in me. He put nipple clamps on me each day, hoping to get them to grow nice and big. He kept the clamps on longer and longer each day, until my nipples truly did start to grow. He told me he loved to suck on them and wanted them to get long and sensitive so it would feel good for me too. By the time I was in the sixth grade, my nipples were already as large as my dads, definitely larger than most adult males were, and so very sensitive, I loved this form of foreplay very much. He made me addicted to nipple play. They became so hard and sensitive when he played with them, just a few minutes of him nipping and biting on them would have me helpless with emotional lust for him. The graduated sized butt plugs kept spreading me open more, until my little ass finally fit his cock perfectly, like a glove. Undetected when worn under my clothing, he kept one in me most of the time seeing how it excited me when I moved around playing.
He made everything a game; so, I always wanted to please him and play any game he wanted to play with me. He always made it a point to tell me the games we played together were our little secret. I was not to tell anyone what we did together, not even my parents. He made it very clear, he would not let me ride his pony or drink of his juices anymore if I ever told anyone. It was our little secret! At the ripe young age of about six, he had me trained to love what he did to me. I was truly a miniature version of Albert, obviously his replacement full time bottom for Louie now that Albert only came by occasionally for Louie to Top. We were indeed a pair. I became his little BOTTOM BOY. I rode his pony and loved him so very much. He would kiss and cuddle me to him, breathless sometimes, as I bounced over his wonderful pony until I could feel the hot liquid shoot up into me. It always made me hard, feel wonderful inside, though I had no idea why. He would always clean up the semen that would drip down my legs after he would cum and feed it to me off his fingers. It was always sweet and I acquired a real taste for it directly by sucking it from his dick to have it hot, or getting it fed to me after I rode his pony. Either way, I craved the "yum-yum juice," as he continued to call it until I was going through adolescence, years later.
As I got older well into school, he wasn't my full time baby sitter anymore. However, I expected to check in with him when I got home from school when neither of my parents was home. He had his way with me each afternoon after school. Where the problem arose was, I was expected to sleep in my own house in my own bed if my dad was home. I missed sleeping with Louie dearly. I was use to being with him constantly, loved and fondled every day and every night too. I missed the snoring, the warmth of him, and especially his wonderful manly aroma. I couldn't get to sleep without him holding me. I found myself sneaking out of my bedroom window at night just to be in his bed, smelling, tasting and in his arms, him making love to me. I kept my bedroom door closed, but he realized that eventually dad was going to catch us sleeping together when he visited Louie in the wee hours of the morning for the occasional romp. This was well before my dad knew I was like him too. Louie made a deal with me, that he would pick me up from school every day at noontime, pretending to be and passing as my dad. I would spend the hour with him; lunch would be a sandwich, a glass of wine, and his juice for dessert, provided I would not sneak to him every night. He also agreed to be home by the time I got home from school.
When my mom worked the swing shift, it was no problem spending two or three hours with him each afternoon, because my dad didn't ever get home before 6pm and she was already gone to work by 3pm. We would play around for hours. He would get what he wanted and I definitely would get what I wanted too. Still, it was not enough! I wanted to sleep with him every night. I begged him for weeks! He finally agreed if I waited until my dad was in bed asleep, I could sneak to his bed at night. He kept the basement locked, so my dad had to pound on the door to awaken us when he wanted to visit Louie at night. I would then hide and sneak home after I watched them for awhile. I wanted to join them one night; I got so excited watching them. I knew it would cause further problems between Louie and dad, I would be grounded from seeing Louie altogether, so I just watched, then left returning to my own bed upstairs next door.
My dad was usually in bed by 11pm, or right after the 10:00, news was over. Then I would go to Louie, my Italian Stallion. Again, his dick would be in me all night long, until 5:00 am the next morning. Then I would sneak back in through my bedroom window and be back in the house well before my dad got up at 6am. Louie was my one and only lover all the way through grammar school, and up until my sophomore year in high school. I just could not get enough of his dick. I acquired such a liking for his smell, his aroma, as well as the taste of his salty skin, I just worshiped him and wanted to be with him. I worshiped Louie. He would let me lick and suck on him and his armpits for hours as we sipped his wine. He would rub the insides of my thighs and over my nipples until I was breathless. Once I was horny for him, he would fuck me. I soon learned that if I licked certain places on him, he would get especially excited and give me an extra special Pony Ride. By then, I loved him more than words can describe. I was turning out to be a carbon copy of my dad, only younger. I was addicted to what Louie was doing to me, just as Albert had been before he started to need variety in his life.
By the time I was able to ooze a bit of juice myself, about in the sixth grade, I was Louie's full-fledged Bottom Boy, running to him before and after school to get my pony ride and juiced. He had trained me never, never to work myself over by myself. He had me believing I would slowly go crazy if I played with myself. He instructed me always to come to him when I got excited. As I grew older, I could not calm down and get my homework done until he took care of my need to juice. Like all adolescents, I could not calm down for want of him constantly. When I got that way, I use to devour him, and he loved my aggressive pursuit for his Italian Stallion Bucking Bronco Pony. He would play games with me, making me beg for some loving when he knew I was especially in need for him. By the time he would let me have some, I was frustrated and desperately begging his dick. Seeing me like this, sometimes begging really turned him on! Just like a man, huh?
When I was a freshman in high school, I went through a period where I constantly needed him so I could get relief. Once he stimulated my bottom enough to get me to juice, I would calm right down and be able to think straight again for a short time. Sometimes, a half-hour later, I was all primed and ready to go again. I wanted, no I begged him for sex night and day during those years. He said it was good he was self-employed so he was always available during the day to service my needs. He said I was just like my dad, one hot pussy, when I wanted a stiff dick up my ass. I kept him very busy doing just that. He became the most important person in my life. Since he taught me not to ever juice myself, I became his sex slave, concubine, and full time slut. I only knew relief, to juice, when he was pounding my ass with his big dick. Today, I can not believe he had me convinced playing with myself would make me slowly go crazy, loose my mind! I believed him for years. I always went to him and rode the pony when I need relief to get off. He would seldom suck me as I did him, so my only sexual relief became ass play. It became a way of life; I knew no other way of getting relief until soon it became the most important experience for me. I was a total submissive by then, craved what he did to me. He made me tingle, and I would moan and scream his name when he made love to me.
Thinking that was the only safe way for me to get off, I was well into high school, before I learned differently. I met Sidney. He was my age, a handsome, tall guy. He played on the basketball team and I think he was as attracted to my blond hair and blue eyes as I was to his dark, masculine beauty. He was beautifully handsome, already well over six feet, and sported a basket I just had to have. His dick was huge compared with the others. I became the towel boy for the basketball team, handed them out as they came from the showers after practice each afternoon, and attended games with them too as towel and water boy/whatever! By my actions, I made it quite clear to him I wanted to be his friends. Soon, we were best friends. I got him to stay late one afternoon and help me take inventory in the cage; the locked room where everything was stored. He obviously knew what I wanted by then. My aggressive nature persisted and I got him to show me his dick within minutes. His dick soft was already bigger than Louie's dick hard. He let me touch it soft when the skin still completely covered the head. I instantly fell in love with it when it started to swell to enormous size. I watched the head slowly emerge and the shaft lengthened, until it was reaching for the ceiling and pulsating. He jacked it a few times, until pre-cum oozed from the head. That big beauty was at lease 10 inches. He could see I was hard already so he grabbed me, pulled down my shorts and proceeded to jack me off with one hand and jack himself off with the other. I stopped him and pulled away saying, "No it will make us crazy and insane Sidney!" He laughed at me and said, "Do I look crazy to you, I been doing this for years!" He grabbed me again and brought us both to a quick climax.
After he explained that the Catholic Priests use to tell the young catholic boys that to keep them from playing with their cocks, I realized Louie had obviously told me that to keep me going to him for his benefit. Sidney was flabbergasted when I mounted and rode his pony that very afternoon. He said it was the first time he had experienced such pleasure with either boy or girl. He was a quick learner. He never asked me who taught me to do it either, but every day he came to me wanting my services, the full treatment. He loved being my TOP, and was forever hunting me down after school and on weekends wanting me to ride his pony, which I named Big Beauty. By the time I was a junior in high school, I was getting all of Big Beauty I wanted. Both Louie and my friend Sidney now were taking care of my sexual needs. Sidney could shoot loads, over an over again for hours nonstop. He was remarkable and kept me satisfied most of the time right after school each day! However, Louie was still number-one in my book. I continued to sleep with him almost every night.
I asked my dad if I could have Sidney sleep over one weekend. My dad happened to walk in to my bedroom when I had my legs up in the air and Big Beauty was pounding my ass. He just stood there in total silence for a few moments, then turned and exited. From that day on, he knew I was as he! We never spoke of it, but he started regularly bringing guys into the house he had picked up somewhere after that. Once in awhile one of the guys would stay for days. They were always the taker types, rough trade, or bikers, what Louie always referred to as scooter trash when I discussed my dads motorcycle friends with him. Frequently, while my dad was off working, one of the guys living with us, hanging around for the free food, free beer, and kinky sex, would be drunk, smoking pot when I got home from school. I would try to avoid them by sneaking up to my bedroom to do my homework. They were rough and dominant guys, sometimes even mean and nasty. My taste for men at that age was very different from that of Albert's. Louie had taught me to cuddle, kiss, and receive love, not molested or beat into submission. These guys were molesters; I could hear them molesting my dad night after night, him totally loving the things they did to him.
Anyway, these guys would come on to me, I had no way of defending myself from their advances except to shrug them off and tell them to leave me alone and hope it would work. Most of the time it did, until Bart arrived. Yes, good old Bart turned the clock ahead on my sexual education very quickly. Bart was the very first one of the rough guys that was successful in turning me on to him. He was scooter-trash, wore leathers had big rough hands and I actually found him quite attractive. He was so fucking good looking I just fell into his web. It all started one afternoon. There he was with a beer in one hand, polishing his Harley in the driveway where it ran along beside the house to the back yard. I was just coming in from high school. He smiled and said, "Hello Beautiful," to me as I stopped and watched for a moment, before I headed for the back door. I guessed him to be the noisy guy dad brought home with him last night, as that bike was parked in back of the house when I left for school this morning. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a coke the minute I hit the kitchen and threw my books on the table where I usually studied, as usual. He was right on my trail, lighting a joint he pulled from over his ear, the beer in the other. He gave me a good look over, having never seen me before.
He remarked, "Hey kid, your Albert's kid ain't you, look just like him, a real blond beauty indeed only much younger, a real live to goodness Golden Chicken ready to be plucked - perfect age too? Hell boy, your going to be even better looking than your old man - luscious - Finger Licking Good!" He wasted no time pulling another beer from the icebox; He opened the full beer and circled me inspecting me as if he was grading beef in a stockyard. Each time he circled me puffing on his joint he put his huge paws on me poking and feeling the merchandise. I kept side stepping him, but he got his feels in regardless of my attempts to avoid him. When he discovered my large nipples, he held me and pinched them real hard and remarked, "Nice son, just what Uncle Bart likes, Big Nipples on his tender chicken Nuggets!"
"Just get the fuck away from me mister, leave me alone Barf Bag Bart!"
"Oh she speaks - has a smart ass mouth on her too! Well ain't this going to be fun for old Barf Bag Bart then!" I gave him another shove, but he was like the Rock of Gibraltar, firm on his feet, steady and dominant, cunning at getting his way by just taking what ever he wanted. He grabbed me by the hair and planted a big sloppy kiss right on my lips. I tried to fight him, but I was no match for the power grip. He rubbed his crotch against me as he planted another slobbering kiss on my lips. He fondled me more; I was still fighting his actions. He popped me a couple of times in the stomach forcing me to allow him further control over me.
"She likes it rough just like her old man too! Fuck, is this little bitch going to make the perfect bride for old Barf Bag Bart! Right Girl? Come on baby - give me all you got - makes me hot!"
"Just go away Barf Bag and leave me alone, I got better things to do than fuck around with Scooter Trash like you! I have homework to do and chores to do! Just fuck off!"
He backhanded me twice across the face. The tears rolled from my eyes from the sharp sting. "In your dreams girl! Consider yourself my new boyfriend young man! Now you calm down so I don't have to fuck up that pretty face of yours or hurt you. I'll give you a taste of my studded belt if I need to! What is it going to be boy?" I quit fighting him and just clung to him so his punches and backhands turned to pleasurable tasks.
"Yea, just relax baby! That's a good boy! Just do what Uncle Bart tells you and he will treat you real good!"
At that, he put a joint to my lips. He held it there and told me to inhale then hold the smoke in my lungs. To insure I did it, he covered my mouth with his hand. When he finally removed his hand from my mouth and let me exhale, he put it right back in my mouth again an again until it was spent. He then poured beer down my throat, right from his can. I didn't really like or drink beer, and had never smoked pot more than three or four times before when I found them around the house after dad had a male visitor staying for a few days. As I exhaled the last of the joint, he lifted my polo shirt up and off over my head, which he threw on the floor and said, "Oh yes, give Bart those nice nipples and I'll rock your boat!" His rough hands and fingers were immediately on them. He pinched, spun, and tweaked them with his fingers first. Then he leaned over and put his lips to them. He could see by their reaction that I definitely liked it. Seeing my positive reaction, he wasted no time in getting more beer and another joint lit. He handed it to me and told me to suck it down, it would make me feel good and sexy. He put his lips back on a nipple and soon his teeth were nipping and biting on it. His nips became bites, and then the bites became so severe that I tried to pull away from him. He shouted, "Oh no baby, suck up that joint and soon you will be loving what Uncle Bart is going to teach you!" He was working my pants and underwear down over my ankles guiding them off over my shoes as he got rougher and rougher with my nipples. He tossed my pants and shorts aside too, leaving me standing in front of him nude, except for my tennis shoes and socks. He immediately proceeded to massage my ass cheeks with those rough, callused hands, still biting on my nipples, rotating back and forth over them both with violent enthusiasm.
That second joint was beginning to make my head swim, or was it the beer? What ever it was, his assault on my nipples started to give me a nice warm glow. I soon realized he was right. The warm glow turned to something very warm and most pleasurable. My nipples soon were on fire with a new wonderful feeling I had never experience until now. I began to push over his mouth, feeding them to his lips and teeth. I just relaxed and enjoyed as he chewed until I was shivering pressed against him. He looked up into my eyes and said, "See girl, tell Bart how much you like it now." I just smiled and was barely able to moan, but he was right. I loved this new sensation.
"Oh yes, don't stop!" He kept it up, all the time working his big hands and fingers over my ass, spreading the cheeks apart so a finger could circle and rub my rosebud. He led me to the refrigerator, grabbed another beer, and the butter dish. He popped the lid, took a couple of gulps and put more down me. I suddenly realized I had a raving hard-on myself. It stood out, rubbed against his stomach and oozed pre-cum. He pushed his middle finger into the butter dish; it immediately returned to circle my rosebud. That finger really knew how to excite a rosebud as it circled and worked its' way into the darkness. When I started to ride that magic finger, he shoved it up into me and massaged my prostrate gland. Before long, he had all the fingers on one hand covered with butter and up in me as he drooled and sucked on me. He was like an animal, smelled like one too, a combination of leather and his masculine man scent. It was heavenly and I found myself clinging to him and nibbling here and there.
"Like that huh kid?" I just moaned. "If you like that kid, wait until I give you the prize, Big Bart's famous fuck machine! Ready kid, open wide?" He removed the magic fingers and replaced them with a nice buttered dick head. He was demanding, determined, and assertive as he laid me out over the kitchen table. He proceeded to fuck my buns. He sounded like an animal making grunting noises as he rammed me. He had only one style - wild and rough! It had me moaning with pleasure, screaming obscenities of lust when I finally felt him dump his load into my bottom. It caused me to decorate the tabletop with my own seed. He didn't stop there either. He flipped me over on my back, raised my legs up and remounted me for another rough fuck session. Only this time he leaned over and licked, sucked, nipped and started to bite my nipples until they were on fire again. I just moaned and enjoyed his assault on them and my bottom. I was helpless; he had me totally submissive, a prisoner lost in the pleasure he was giving me. "I told you that you would like old Bart baby, now get that homework done!" He slapped my on the ass, grabbed another beer and he was out the back door with his Hog.
After that very first day, I rushed home from school knowing what was waiting for me the minute I walked through the door. He would grab me by my golden locks and usher me into the living room or up into the master bedroom to molest me. Sex with him was rough, demanding and spontaneous - when ever the urge hit him! When Albert got home that very first evening, Bart had me spread eagle over the sofa putting the meat to me again. Bart motioned him over and told him to lick his ass as he continued to screw me. That was a memorable night. Bart did despicable things to Albert all night long, introducing me to some of it too, telling me that I would soon be begging for the kinky stuff too. After a few more days and nights stoned with him and drinking beer, he had me accepting, then enjoying his kinky sex too. I could hardly wait to get home from school to be with him again each day. He taught me all kinds of new things, kinky stuff - real kinky stuff indeed. He even introduced me to the enjoyment of having enemas, golden showers, and a stainless steel tool called a Sound pushed up my pee hole and rotated. He loved to put that Sound into himself too as I sucked on his nipples. I realized I had a taste for the exotic myself, just like dear dad Albert. One night I was tired after I did my homework, so I went to bed early in my own bed. Later that night, Bart woke me, drug my ass to bed with he and Albert. He actually tanned my hide with a wooden spatula until my ass was bright red with a heartbeat before he stopped. He made it quite clear that I was to sleep together with he and Albert unless I asked him otherwise with a good excuse. I never slept alone after that experience while he was with us. Bart always worked us both over every night. He was quite the dude, and dominated us both for quite a while, every night, until he finally went on his way. Every once in awhile he would show up from nowhere and stay a few days, fucking us both relentlessly, then off he would go again.
After that, Albert and I worked as a team sometimes with the guys he would bring home from the bars. I soon became addicted to exactly what I once considered sick that Albert let men do to him. Between the two of us, if a guy got mean, we could usually get him out of the house and on his way, without doing to much damage to either of us. I took a few martial arts and karate classes, so Albert and I soon kept our casualties down to a minimum, at least no broken bones. Louie was not too pleased with either of us, but it never stopped him from accepting our asses when he was horny.