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Leaving my dad, my uncle and their friends to their "football" game, as usual I cut through Mr. Burrows' backyard garden. He must have been watching for me through the window in his backdoor, as he made his appearance on his back porch.

"Bunny! Come see! Come see!" he called out waving.

I stopped in my tracks. I knew what the dirty old man wanted me to see. The only question was, did I want to see it. Quickly I assessed the situation. What I had seen of his thingie the other day looked kind of weird to me. Yeah, I was curious and wanted to see what it really looked like.

But what if Mama found out? But, how would she find out? Mr. Burrows wouldn't tell, that's for sure, and I certainly wouldn't tell her, so who would know?

I glanced around his hedge encased yard. The hedge was tall and thick. The only hole where someone could look in and see what was going on was where a bush had died years ago making the narrow pathway into Uncle Joe's back yard, and that was behind Uncle Joe's car shed. Someone would have to be standing in that hole to see in, and it wasn't likely that Daddy or any of the other guys watching "football" would be back there snooping on Mr. Burrow.

Feeling as naughty as the first time I let Uncle Joe see me totally naked, I grinned to myself and started off towards the dirty old man, confident that he was also a sweet old man and would just show me his funny-looking dick and nothing else.

As I approached, I could see that he was grinning ear to ear. Knowing what I know now, I'm sure he was thinking, 'Don't run off, Lassie, don't run off. By god, she's not running off! Hot damn!'

"Come in! Come in!" he said enthusiastically as he held the door open for me like a true gentleman.

Again it hit me how warm it was inside. We didn't linger long in the messy kitchen and he ushered me into his parlor.

"Wait right here," he said, "I'll be right back."

While he was gone doing whatever it was he was doing, I browsed about. The color photos on the mantle were most interesting. There were a half dozen of them, all with him and other people, couples mainly, and they were all naked! And I mean totally naked! The palm trees in the background were a dead giveaway that they were taken in Florida or somewhere tropical. So that's where he disappeared to during the winter months! Mama was right, he was indeed a dirty old man!

Then I saw one on a side table. It was him with two young naked girls!

"Okay, are you ready?" he said drawing my attention away from the lewd photos. He was now wearing a terrycloth bathrobe.

Having my attention, he pulled the bathrobe open. "TaDa!" A second later and the bathrobe fell to the floor.

I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't expecting a full reveal!

He stood there for a minute or so with his arm outstretched, then he turned to give me the full back view. When he turned back, that's when I really noticed his thingie. It was big, really big, but it didn't look anything like Uncle Joe's. Where his dickhead should have been, there was just a hole at the end of what could have been a tapered snout for all I knew.

"Oh, my god! Your thingie! What's wrong with it?" I indelicately blurted out.

His big grin faded as he looked down to see what was wrong. He looked up, looking like he was about to crack up, but I didn't see what he could possibly see was funny.

"The end of your thingie is missing!" I added in horror.

"Oh, my sweet innocent, dear," he said with that disarming smile of his. "You've never seen a man au natural? You've only seen guys that had been circumcised? Tell me, is your Daddy circumcised? Your Uncle Joe? Are all the brothers of all your friends circumcised? The boys you've played doctor with, were they all circumcised?"

"Circum..."

"Circumcised," he clarified.

"What's circumcised?"

"Good question, my dear. Baby boys born in a hospital are sometimes circumcised. Not too long ago, nearly every boy born in a hospital in the United States was circumcised. It's a procedure they perform on newborn boys where they cut off the foreskin of their penis.

"I was born on a farm in my mama's bed, so I wasn't circumcised. I still have my foreskin. And the head of my dick is not missing, it's just tucked away within the foreskin."

"Really?"

"Yes, really... You want to see?"

I only hesitated a second. "Can I?"

"Of course you can!" he beamed. "Here, come closer."

I came closer, real close, but it was drooping down so I really couldn't see much.

"You need to wake him up," he told me. "The foreskin will roll back when he's erect. Go on, you can touch it."

I reached out and took it in my hand. My first impression was how warm it was to the touch, my second impression was how much thicker and heavier it was than Uncle Joe's when he was soft. Mr. Burrows didn't stay soft for long once I began sliding my fingers across it. Like a Brontosaurus lifting its head to get at the upper leaves in a primordial tree, it began to rise and I could get a sense of the true heft of it. Even standing straight out the head remained cloaked. Only at 45 degrees from the vertical, did the head begin to poke out.

"Skin the foreskin back, Bunny," he suggested. "Just push it back." I did and the head rolled into view.

"Wow! That's cool, Mr. Burrows!"

"Call me Jesse. Any pretty girl who plays with my dick can call me by my first name."

The head was all shiny and more red than brown in color, whereas Uncle Joe's was tan. It was fatter too. In fact the whole thing was bigger than Uncle Joe's. And the head was more tapered than Uncle Joe's. While marveling at the size of the organ in hand, I noticed his balls were bigger than Uncle Joe's too, but not hairier. In fact, Mr. Burrows had no hair around his genitalia.

Satisfied at the moment and not wanting to overdo it and possibly give him the wrong idea, I let go and stood up.

"You can play with it more, if you like, Bunny," he said.

"I'm okay, Mr. Burrows."

"Your more than okay, darling," he replied. "But please, call me Jesse."

"Mama says it's impolite for me to address a grownup by their first name.

"I know, is it okay if I call you Mr. Jesse?" I asked hopefully.

He laughed, "Yes, Mr. Jesse is fine with me. But maybe you should stick to Mr. Burrows around your mom and dad. We don't want your mom to think you've gotten too familiar with me. No, that wouldn't do at all."

"Uh, these pictures on the mantel..."

"Friends of mine in Florida," he replied.

"You're all naked."

"Of course we were all naked. We're nudists."

"Nudists? Really?"

"Yes, really. My home down there is in a nudist community. I go down every winter. I'll be heading out pretty soon, seeing how it's turning cold around here. I hate the cold. Then it will be all sunshine, flowers and not a stitch of clothes to be seen anywhere.

"It's quite liberating, you know," he went on. "You ought to try it. Going about nude, that is."

"I don't think my parents would approve," I giggled at the lurid suggestion.

"No, I don't suppose your parents would approve," he lamented. "Then again, I'll bet your dad would like it very much," he added with a naughty grin.

"You're being bad!" I accused with a glare.

"No, just stating a fact," he said with an innocent look before he broke out with a grin.

Ignoring his naughty innuendo about my dad and trying to put the onus back on him I asked, "Besides, where around here could I do that?"

"Well, you can come here and keep me company. We can get naked together. Get naked and just talk. I get awfully lonely you know."

"Uh, okay.

"Look, I'd better get going before Mama comes looking for me," I said sensing it was past time to get out of there. "And thanks. Thanks for being so... open to me."

"Anytime, darling, anytime.

"Now, you be sure and bring me back my basket soon."

"I will, Mr. Bur... uh, Mr. Jesse. I will." With that I beat a hasty retreat from Mr. Burrows' house out the back door. My education was coming along in leaps and bounds.

As I walked the rest of the way home, I thought about what had just transpired. And the more I thought about it, the more wished I'd stayed longer. After all, Mr. Burrows, or rather Mr. Jesse, didn't touch me. I touched him. I could have touched him more if I wanted. I'm certain he would have let me. But other than suggesting to me that I take off my clothes, he wasn't threatening in the least. He was naked, totally naked, but he wasn't threatening.

Back home I helped Mama prepare Sunday dinner. She always prepared Sunday dinner the day before. That way all she had to do once we got home from church was warm everything up. The job she assigned me was to wash, trim up and cut up the collards Mr. Jesse had given her. As I did so, I couldn't help but think about where those collards had come from and a picture would form in my head of Mr. Jesse holding his robe open exposing himself to me.

"What's so funny," Mama asked me. I couldn't tell her the truth about how cute Mr. Jesse had been modeling his body to me, so I made up a story about Gina's little dog.

I finished up my task just before Wendy telephoned. We talked for a while and she asked if I wanted to spend the night with her, seeing that she had to miss Gina's sleepover the night before. I asked Mama, and she was fine with that. Wendy went to the same church as we did, so I took my Sunday church clothes with me. Janie was "officially" still sick, so she couldn't come, but Gina did. The three of us had a blast as usual.

Sitting in church Sunday morning, listening to the pastor drone on about something, I couldn't help but wonder what God thought of me being so naughty with Uncle Joe these past weeks. Would He punish me? Nothing bad happened to me. He hadn't even made me mess up on any of my quizzes or tests at school.

I also thought about what Mary Lou had said at school earlier that week, that God didn't care about stuff like that. The big gossip that week had been that so-and-so had gotten pregnant and had to drop out of school, so-and-so being the older sister of some other girl at our school who was older than we were. I didn't know who they were talking about, but someone said that so-and-so was going to go to hell. Mary Lou disagreed, but she didn't go to church, so how would she know? From my experience, I thought that Mary Lou was right, or at least I prayed that she was right.

After church, we had everyone over for dinner. Aunt Bess, Uncle Blake and my little cousins, plus Uncle Joe. After dinner, I watched out after the little kids while Aunt Bess and Mama did the dishes. Meanwhile the men settled in to watch pro-football for the rest of the day.

Little Davy was teething and he was absolutely miserable and very fussy. Then his big sister, Karen, fell and skinned up her knee playing outside. Meanwhile, the middle cousin, Sherry, was unhappy about something or the other. So, with the dishes done, Aunt Bess took her kids home. That was too bad, because I enjoyed playing with them.

A half an hour later, I was bored to tears. Janie wasn't available and both Gina and Wendy had family things to do. Mama really didn't know that Janie was "sick", by that time she wasn't, but her mom didn't see it that way.

Then I remembered something Mr. Jesse had said. Was my daddy circumcised? I didn't know, but I now wanted to know. But how would I find out? And what about Uncle Blake, not that I really cared. I began wondering about the boys at school as well. I knew I could just ask Mary Lou about her brother and she just might tell me.

Like Mama always said, idle hands were the devil's workshop, and I began thinking about the ones I did know about, Uncle Joe and Mr. Jesse, and with Uncle Joe in the next room, I became a bit antsy.

Mama came in my room where I pretending to be reading a book, she had her purse and her keys in her hand. "I'm going over to Aunt Bess'. She has all the kids down for a nap and she wants to show me some fabric she bought. Do you want to go?"

Normally I would jump at the chance, but with all of my younger cousins so whiney today... That's when the devil put the idea in my head. I knew someone else who was alone and probably bored to tears... And with Mama gone... But did I dare go over there?

"No, I think I'll just stay home and read," I told her.

"Okay, dear. But I'll be gone for a few hours."

"Okay, Mama. Have fun."

"You too, dear."

As Mama left my room, a naughty smile spread across my face.

Allowing for a decent interval after Mama left, I went and asked Daddy if I could go to Janie's. Without taking his eyes off the stupid football game he answered, "Yeah, yeah, that's fine, Bunny."

Once he said that something happened and all the guys began hooting and hollering. I made my escape.

I rapped on Mr. Jesse's backdoor. A moment or two later, I saw the window curtain over the window in the door part, and Mr. Jesse peered out. As soon as he saw me, his face lit up.

I heard the rattle of the locks and the door opened. "Come in! Come in!" I heard. I went in. The door closed and he locked up again. I shouldn't have been surprised that he was naked, but I was. Surprised and pleased. Pleased that I wouldn't have to ask him to undress so I could see his dick again. That would have been embarrassing.

"And what can I do for you, Bunny?" he asked.

"Nothing. I'm just on my way to Janie's," I lied. "And I thought I'd just stop by and see if you're okay."

"I'm fine, darling, and very pleased to see you again. And so soon.

"Can you stay long?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Ummm, I can stay for a little while."

"Well, I'll take that little while. Especially from a pretty girl like you.

"Here, let me take your coat." I took off my coat and handed it to him.

"How about that dress? Want to take it off too?"

"No, that's okay," I replied wondering just what in the heck was I doing here.

"Suit yourself. But if you get hot..."

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

"How about some hot chocolate?"

"Ummm, okay."

He turned and set about heating up some milk in the microwave and pulled down two mugs and a box of coco mix. It was really weird being his kitchen with him naked as he puttered about.

With the hot chocolate made, we went into his living room and sat on the sofa. Just like the guys, he had been watching the football game. But unlike the guys, he switched it off, having something more interesting to keep his attention.

We chatted for a while, like it was no big deal for him to be totally nude, and to Mr. Jesse, it wasn't a big deal. I asked him about the photos again, especially the one with the two young girls.

"They're my granddaughters."

He got up, retrieved the framed photo from the side table and brought it back. "This is Danielle and her younger sister, Ginger. This was taken last December when they were visiting me for Christmas."

"You go naked with your granddaughters?"

"Sure, why not? I told you, I live in a nudist community during the winter and they came down during Christmas break. They always come down for Christmas."

"And their parents don't mind?"

"Why would they? They're nudists too. My wife and I raised both of our daughters as nudists.

"You find that surprising?"

"I guess not..." Actually I couldn't imagine running around nude with my parents, much less with Gran and PaPa.

"Then you'd be the only person in this town that didn't find that surprising.

"You sure you're not too hot in here? I keep it warm in the house when it's cold outside..."

"No, I'm fine," I answered before taking another sip of hot chocolate. That wasn't exactly true, but I wasn't about to remedy it in the way he wanted me to.

He went on about the joys and liberation of going about nude in public with other people nude too. I was listening, but...

"What are you looking at?"

Busted! "Uh, I wasn't..."

"Yes, you were, Bunny. You were staring at my dick. I don't mind. Not at all. But I do expect for you to be honest with me. I'm open and honest with you."

"Sorry..."

"Don't ever say you're sorry, if you really aren't." He sounded like my mother now. "Now, if you want to look..." With that he swung a leg over the backrest of the sofa and behind me and leaned back, giving me an unfettered view of his cock and balls.

"Go on and look, Sweetheart. Look all you want. It's just me." I looked. Looked for a long time.

"I bet you want to touch me. Go ahead. I don't mind."

I did want to touch it. Touch it like I touched Uncle Joe's dick and seeing that he offered...

I leaned towards him and took his warm thick cock in hand. I looked up and he was grinning at me. I smiled back. At the time it was very limp and pliable, but it didn't remain limp and pliable for long.

"That feels really nice, Bunny," he said just before the foreskin rolled back and the head began peeking out. "Do you like the way it feels, baby?"

I looked up into his happy face, grinned and nodded.

"Well, I certainly like the way it feels," he continued. "I always like the way it feels when a pretty girl plays with my dick. Now, if you want, you can play with it the rest of the afternoon.

"You know, I think you've done this before. To boys at school? Your Uncle Joe? Yes, that's why you're always over there, isn't it?"

I was about to admit it, but he stopped me by saying, "If you're messing around with Joe, don't tell me. Don't tell anyone... ever. Just have fun, just like you're having now.

"Now, are you sure you don't want take that dress off and get comfortable?" I looked up from the object of my fascination and shook my head.

"Well, if you change your mind, I won't mind. Not at all.

"You do know what's going to happen if you keep doing what you are doing, don't you?"

I looked up momentarily and nodded.

"Old Uncle Joe is certainly a lucky bastard having a pretty girl like you giving him handjobs. Not that you should ever admit that, but I know you're no stranger to this. Yeah, he's a lucky bastard and I'm a lucky old bastard too.

"Ooooo, don't stop, baby girl, don't stop. I feeling it welling up from my balls."

Mr. Jesse let his head flop back and few moments later he groaned as his big old cock throbbed in my hand and shot a huge wad of his stuff. It didn't go flying across the room or anything, in fact it didn't fly anywhere near as far as Uncle Joe's stuff flew. But what it lacked in trajectory and reach, it made up for in sheer volume. He squirmed and it throbbed and shot again, but this time not as forcefully nor copiously. It continued pumping yellowish nut juice out the end which then coated my hand and ran down my wrists to drip onto him and/or onto the sofa.

"Oh, sweet child, that was wonderful," he whispered towards the ceiling once he stopped squirting. "Simply wonderful. You certainly know how to make an old man happy."

I let his dick go as it began to go soft. Putting my spermy hand to my nose, I took a whiff. Like Uncle Joe's, his stuff had a weak odor, a sort of bleachy odor. I wanted to taste it, but I didn't want Mr. Jesse to see that, lest he think badly of me, so I got up and went in search of the bathroom.

I'd only had my first taste of cum that morning. Did Mr. Jesse's junk taste like Uncle Joe's? I just had to find out, so I took a lick. It had a similar odd taste, but was somehow different. So I licked up a little more. Looking at myself in the mirror licking my hand, I thought of my kitty, Fluffy, and like Fluffy, I did a good job of licking it all up.

"Bring me a towel, Bunny," I heard Mr. Jesse call out. Rinsing the residue from my hand, I grabbed a damp towel, brought it to him and began cleaning him up.

After cleaning him and the sofa up as best I could, I returned the towel to his bath. He didn't have a hamper to put it in, so I just hung it back up to dry.

He was still sitting on the sofa when I returned.

"That was great, Bunny. Really terrific. You absolutely made my day.

"Now, I'm not a young buck anymore, so it's going to take the rest of the afternoon for me to get it back up again, so you'll be perfectly safe taking your clothes off for me. I couldn't rape you if my life depended upon it. So, how about giving me another thrill and take the dress off."

"Ummm, I think I'd better go. Janie is expecting me." She wasn't, but I needed an excuse.

"You can't stay? Stay and keep me company?"

"I really got to go, Mr. Jesse."

"Will you come back?" he asked so innocently.

"Today?"

"That'd be nice, but no, not today. Next week sometime?" he asked hopefully.

"Ummm, we'll see..."