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First Time Part 3aI went upstairs to my room after supper and laid on my bed. My butt was aching from being used by a man for the first time. I couldn’t stop thinking about the sight of a gigantic hard cock and the unbelievable sensations I had felt as I was used for his sexual gratification. I listened to music on my little transistor radio as I replayed the events over and over in my head. I heard a lawn mower running, and I looked out my second floor window and saw Mr.Washington next door cutting his grass. My newly awakened sexual being now saw the world in a different way, and my gaze went immediately to his crotch. I was too far away to see anything, but I couldn’t help but imagine I could make out the outline of his dick in the loose shorts he was wearing. “Chris, get down here” I heard my dad yell up the stairs. He sounded mad, so I walked slowly down the hall and down the stairs.”Didn’t I tell you to take the trash out and keep that bike put up on the porch and not just laying in the yard?””Yes, you did, I”m sorry, I forgot” And I actually had forgotten, I had been a little distracted by other things.”Well, get out there and get it taken care of or your butt is grounded for a week.” I knew he wasn’t k**ding, and I got my shoes on and tied them and went out the front door. My too small gym shorts were riding up my butt crack as i d**g the heavy metal trash can down the driveway. Mr. Washington saw me struggling with the cans, and he shut the mower off and came over to help.”That thing is bigger than you, let me give you a hand with that” he said. I let go of the metal handle and Mr Washington easily lifted it and carried it the last few feet to the curb. “There’s one more I gotta get too”The older black man waked up the driveway to the fence where the second can was sitting and carried it down the end of the drive.”Thanks Mr. Washington, those things are so heavy.””You just yell if you need help next time ok? If I’m home I’ll be happy to come get them for you.” I looked at his eyes and could see they were drifting down to my shorts hugging my curvy for a 11yo boy hips. “I will, hang on, let me get my bike out of the yard.” and I gave him a long look at my ass as I leisurely strolled over to where it was laying, and I bent at the waist to reach down to pick it up, feeling the skimpy thin material crawl even farther up the crack of my plump booty. I turned to look and saw the neighbor quickly avert his eyes from staring at my illicit charms. I picked up the bike and rolled it up to the stairs to the porch. I was enjoying the attention I was getting from the way men looked at me. Now that I knew why men seemed to look at me longer than they should, I enjoyed it even more and started playing it up. I was bending at the waist, my shorts pulled all the way up my butt like a thong, acting like I was trying to carry the bike up the stairs. I could lift the bike, but I acted like it was too heavy, and my black neighbor quickly came to my rescue and carried my bike up the 10 steps to the porch. “Thanks again Mr. Washington.””You don’t gotta call me Mr. I’m Lawrence, but my folks all just call me Larry.” “Thanks Larry! I gotta go in. Cya”My neighbor had another nickname too, but I wouldn’t know about it till later.Larry went back to cutting his yard, and I went in the house. Dad stopped me just as I got to the stairs. “What was that n****r doing out there?””He was helping me Dad, those cans were too heavy.””Well, taking the trash out is a good n****r job, but I don’t want you talking to him. You know what I think about n****rs. Don’t let me catch you talking to him again.””Ok,” I said, and I knew Dad was serious. I knew it was wrong to be prejudiced like that. I had black friends at school, but I wasn’t allowed to have them come to my house.I walked up the stairs to my room and listened to the top 10 nightly countdown before I started getting ready for bed. Because it was summer, I only slept in my pajama top, i didn’t ever wear the bottoms or undies. It was just cooler and more comfortable that way. I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I saw the neighbor in his office and could see him sitting at his desk. I liked the way it felt when he looked at me that way, so I thought I could give him another show.I climbed up and stood on my bed so that my whole 4’10” frame was visible from outside, the short pajama top only covering the top third of my smooth tight round ass. I couldn’t tell if he was looking, but the light went off in his room. I thought I could see a shadow in the window next door, like a person looking out as I danced slowly to the music on the radio for a couple of songs, swinging my hips like the dancers on Soul Train. I was lost in the music until i heard my dad yell that it was time to be quiet and go to bed. I hopped off the bed and turned the lights and radio off and climbed into bed.As I laid in bed with the days events playing over and over in my immature mind I was reliving the experience. I could almost feel the way the skin of Paul’s cock felt the first time güngören escort I touched it, how much it hurt when he first crammed that huge cock into my virgin hole, and how good I felt when he unloaded his seed inside of me. I could feel my hips moving in my bed, grinding my ass into the mattress trying to recapture the sensations of being fucked for the first time at such a tender age. I reached down and rubbed my still tender hole, caressing the spot that until today had hidden its possibilities. My tiny dick got hard as I slowly fingered my boypussy and I drifted off to sleep.I waited until I heard my dad leave for work before I got up. I pulled my gym shorts on and went downstairs and had a quick bowl of cereal for breakfast. I talked to my mom for a little bit while I ate. She said she was going to be running errands later and asked if I wanted to go. I told her I just wanted to stay home. She said ok, but I wasn’t to have anybody at the house if she wasn’t home. For a k** with no real friends anyway, it wasn’t a problem. I went upstairs and ran a bath. I sat in the bubbles and let the warm water soak in. I dunked my shoulder length dirty blond hair into the water and worked a handful of floral scented shampoo into it. I got my mom’s moisturizing soap and stood up to lather my completely hairless tanned skin from head to toe. I took a little extra time soaping up my bottom, working the creamy lather between my cheeks and around my still slightly tender hole. I sat back down and rinsed the suds off my body and used a pitcher to clear the shampoo from my hair. Mom didn’t like me using her bath stuff, she said it wasn’t made for boys, but I liked how it smelled and really liked how soft my skin felt from the oils and other moisturizers that were in the soap she used. I ran my hands up and down my naturally silky smooth legs as I let the water drain from the tub.I looked in the mirror over the sink as I combed out my longish hair, pulling the comb through a couple of small tangles. My mom had left a tube of lipstick on the vanity, and I picked it up and applied a little to my plump lips. When I looked back at the mirror I could see an instant change in my appearance, and I spent several minutes blowing kisses at myself with my girly looking pink lips. I took a bit of tp and wiped the lipstick off, mom would have been really mad if she saw me like that. I wrapped my towel around my skinny naked body and walked down the hall to my room.I got a pair of cutoffs out of my little dresser, they were bleached almost completely white from having been washed so many times before I got them from my older cousin. I hadn’t worn this pair since the summer before and I had almost outgrown them but could still get them to button if I pulled my tummy in really hard. The seam in the back crawled right up my ass and I could feel how exposed my round cheeks were in the heavily frayed material. I found a tshirt that said “Let’s Boogie” with a picture of a man twirling a watch on a chain that was another hand-me -down. It hugged my flat p*****n tummy and chest, leaving nothing to the imagination. I got a pair of scissors and cut the sleeves and bottom of the shirt off, exposing my tummy up to about 2 inches below where my nipples were, almost like the haltertops I saw the older girls in the neighborhood wearing. I stayed in my room with the door closed listening to my radio while I brushed out my longish sunbleached hair. I didnt want my mom to see what I was wearing, I knew it was too girly and skimpy for her to allow me to wear outside. I waited until I heard Mom walk out the door and get in the car, and I went back to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror again. I turned and posed, sticking my little round ass out. I rubbed my little nipples through the thin cotton of the tshirt and could see them poking out slightly through the well worn fabric snugly covering them. Heading back to my room, I looked at the clock by my bed and it was just after noon. I looked out my window and Larry next door was outside trimming his bushes. Down the street, I could see a different car parked in front of Paul’s house and thought that it was probably his friend that was supposed to come over. I walked out the front door, and instead of dragging my bike down the stairs and riding it to Pauls, I decided just to walk. I waved at Larry as I walked by and I could feel his gaze burning through me as I sashayed down the sidewalk, putting one foot in front of the other like I saw the girls on the beauty pageants do to make them walk sexy. His eyes never left my tiny eleven yo barely dressed body as I crossed the street and walked past the last 2 houses down to Paul’s. I climbed the stairs to his front door and knocked. Paul’s eyes practically popped out of his head when he opened the door and saw the outfit I was wearing. I still looked innocent, but dressed that way it was clear that I was looking for attention that a boy my age wasn’t supposed to want. He told me to get inside, and he looked up and down the escort güngören street, hoping that none of the neighbors had seen him let me in. I’m not sure if he could see Larry watching the whole time. I swung my hips left and right in front of Paul as I climbed the stairs up to his room. When we got to his closed bedroom down, Paul grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him. “Remember what I said yesterday? Right? Don’t you say a thing about what we did. Its our secret, ok? Don’t say a word k**.””I won’t” I told him. “I dont want to get in trouble either.” I turned back around to face the door and he took the opportunity to feel the exposed part of my right cheek and give it a light smack before he reached in front of me and opened the door. A small cloud of funny smelling smoke wafted out and he ushered me quickly in the room so he could close and lock the door behind him. Sitting crosslegged on the floor was another guy about Paul’s age, a little bigger than him, with curly black hair and glasses wearing a pair of bell bottom jeans and a KISS tshirt. “Hi” he said, “I’m Mark””I’m Chris” I replied, and Paul sat down on the floor across from Mark. I sat next to Paul, close enough that he could easily touch me, but not so close as to be obvious that something was going on.”Give me a hit of that” Paul told Mark, and Mark held up a strange looking plastic tube with some metal stuff sticking out of it. Pulling a tray out from under the bed, Mark got a pinch of pot and put it in the upside down cone thing that was sticking out of the pipe. There was a couple inches of water in the bottom of the pipe. Paul took the pipe and lighter from Mark, put his mouth on the top and held the lighter to the pot in the thing sticking out. I heard the water bubbling as he sucked on it and saw smoke filling the purple transparent plastic the pipe was made of. Paul took his finger off this little hole in the side of the pipe, sucked really hard and all the smoke disappeared into his lungs. I watched as Paul fought to hold it in, and after 15 or 20 seconds he coughed really hard as a cloud of smoke billowed across the room.”Damn, that is some good shit” Paul said after he finally stopped hacking and coughing. “Show Chris how a bong works””Bong?” I asked.”Yeah”, Mark said. “that is called a bong. It gets you lots higher than joints and the water makes it less harsh so you can take bigger hits to get more stoned.” Mark refilled the little cone thing and held the bong up to me. He showed me to put my finger over the hole in the side and told me to suck while he held the lighter to the pot. The pipe filled with smoke and he told me to take my mouth off, blow all the air out of my lungs, put my mouth back on the bong and suck in when i take my finger off the hole. A rush of smoke filled my lungs and I immediately began coughing harder than I had ever coughed in my life. I couldn’t stop coughing and it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Paul and Mark both laughed watching me, and Mark said “Welcome to the stoner club” as the coughing started to subside. “Here have another one” and he added a little more pot and held the lighter to it as I again started sucking the thick smoke through the water in the bong. Releasing the hole, my lungs again filled and I coughed just as hard as I did the first time. I began to feel the lightheadedness I felt the day before, only it was much faster and more intense. “Give me another Mark, that sinsy is so good” as Paul took the bong from my hands and Mark put pot in the bowl. Paul took a gigantic hit, and instead of holding it all in, he blew a big smoke ring across the room.The record that was playing was over, and Paul told me to pick out something from his box of albums. I crawled over to the box and both men got an eyeful of p*****n booty as I bent at the waist to thumb through the records.”How about this one?” I asked, holding up an album with a picture of a girls lips eating a cherry.”Wild Cherry huh? Gonna play some funky music” and Paul put the old record back in its sleeve and pulled the new out, placing it on the record player and putting the needle on the first song. The buzz was kicking in as the music started playing, and Paul reached over and turned it up really loud. “OOO, I like this song” I said, and I stood up as the beat washed over me and I started dancing along with the music, swaying my hips side to side and wiggling my whole body around. Both guys sat transfixed, watching my skinny barely covered body gyrating to the driving disco beat. The tension in the room was unbelievable, as my sexy ass swung suggestively back and forth, neither of the men able to speak, completely mesmerized by the wanton sexual display in front of them.The pot really started having its affect on me, and I started getting dizzy as I lost my balance and practically fell into Mark’s lap. He caught me, and when he did, he accidentally got a handfull of u******e ass with one of his large hands. “oops, I’m sorry” I said, “I kinda fell” and started giggling from the effects of the güngören escort bayan dope on my tiny brain. Mark softly pushed me off his lap, and I watched him squirm and try to readjust himself from his obvious arousal.The music continued to play and Mark filled the bong several more times and we all smoked it until we were all really really high. I was laughing almost uncontrollably, and when I did I rolled over and sorta dropped my head into Paul’s lap. I could feel his cock getting hard in his jeans against my cheek a couple of times and I sat back up and tried to get my laughter under control. “This is fun!” I said, “They told us in school that pot would make you go crazy and you would end up dead, but they never said that it was this much fun”The telephone down the hall started to ring and Paul got up and unlocked the door to go answer it. He came back a minute later and said it was his grandma and she wanted to talk to him and he would be back in a little bit and he closed the door. Mark stood up and locked it, and looked back over at the extremely stoned, scantily dressed boytoy sprawled out on the floor.”So, is it true what Paul said?” Mark asked.”What?” I asked, not expecting that Mark would know about what we did the day before.”About you being naughty. Is it true?””H H H How did you know? He told you? But Paul told me not to tell””I KNEW IT!!” Mark exclaimed. “Paul never said shit about anything. But you just did didn’t you?” He laughed and said “I knew he was doing it to you when you walked in dressed like that. Now I cant tell, are you a boy or a girl?””I’m a boy” I said. “Please dont tell Paul I told, he will get real mad at me. I like getting high with him and you too. I dont want to make him mad”. That part was true, I didnt want to make Paul mad at all, it was nice thinking I had found a friend to hang out with, all the k**s I went to school with thought I was too big a sissy to play with.”Well, I don’t know. Its real important that you not tell about us getting high, and you spilled the beans about you and Paul awful easy. I don’t know if we can trust you.””Please no, dont tell him” A small tear trickled down one cheek as I fought to not cry. “I’m sorry, you can trust me, I wont ever tell anybody about anything, I promise, cross my heart. Please don’t tell””Well, if you can PROVE that we can trust you, maybe I wont say anything. Just how naughty are you?” He stood up and unzipped his jeans. His cock was already rock hard, not quite as big as Paul’s but he was uncut, and the extra skin partially covering the head of his dick was new to me. “Come here and show me what you do when you are naughty”I crawled over in front of him, kneeling with his hard cock at eye level. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his shaft, and when I rubbed it like Paul had shown me, that extra skin rolled up and down the head of his thick 6″ cock. A small bead of precum appeared at the tip, and like I had done the day before, I instinctively stuck my tongue out to catch the salty liquid as it hung in a long strand from the end of his dick.”Wow, you are nasty aren’t you?” Mark grabbed my head and inserted the head of his cock between my lips. “Oh yeah, suck my cock. You know how don’t you? That feels so good, take it farther, yeah like that, damn k**, you can suck cock so good.”I bobbed my mouth back and forth on his salty tasting shaft, the precum filling my mouth with his flavor and I took it out and licked him all the way down to his balls and back to the end, taking my tongue and tickling him under the head like I did the day before with Paul.”Oh yeah, thats the spot right there, don’t stop doing that, oh yeah k**, suck my fucking cock” as he thrust his throbbing shaft even deeper into my mouth, almost into my throat. I gagged and when I did a bunch of thick gooey spit came out of my throat, dripping from my open mouth and coating his shaft. I stroked his soaking wet slippery cock with my hand as I caught my breath and I plunged my mouth back over the end, bobbing my head on the tip and jacking the shaft with my hand.I sped up more and more as I sensed his climax rapidly approaching. “Oh god yes, do that some more, faster, oh god, im gonna, oh im gonna, im gonna..” and I felt his cock stiffen even more as a blast of thick salty liquid began filling my mouth beyond capacity. I tried to swallow but most of it spilled out of the sides of my mouth as he unloaded his balls into my wet willing oral cavity. “Goddamn you suck cock good” he said as he pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth and tucked it back into his jeans. “Wow, you made a big mess”. I looked down and saw the huge wet spot, a combination of spit and cum soaking through the thin material of my tshirt. “You better get out of that thing, Paul is gonna know what we did.”There was a sudden knock at the door and Paul yelled through the closed door, “Hey let me in, that’s my room. Why the fuck is the door locked?”Mark reached over and turned the knob to unlock the door. Paul came in and his eyes immediately went to the little p*****n thing kneeling in the middle of the room, a mixture of cum and spit dripping from my chin and drenching the front of my cropped tshirt.Paul looked over at Mark. “Godammit dude. I didn’t know you were into j******t.” he saidto be continued
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