MR. BILL'S GROCERY

Part 4 - Busted!

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In the weeks leading up to and after Christmas, I had several encounters with both Mr. Pete and Pops.� If it was a rainy day, Mr. Pete would often be at the store waiting for me to come in after school.� I really liked Mr. Pete.� He was as strong as a bull and he would play with me before and after sex, hoisting me up in the air, holding me upside down by my ankles, playing horse and letting me ride on his back, blowing farts between my ass cheeks, that sort of thing.�

Pops never played games like that.� He was pretty much all business.� He was there strictly to molest me, have me suck his cock and take his dick up my ass.� I can't say that I disliked him, I just didn't like him nearly as much as I liked Mr. Bill or Mr. Pete.� Typically he'd be waiting for me after school.� Mr. Bill wouldn't say anything as I was taken into the storeroom with or without a treat.� Sometimes other men would join him and I'd have to suck them off too.� No one ever mentioned the names of these other men.� Mr. Bill said it was best if I didn't know their names.� No one ever hurt me and afterwards, Mr. Bill made sure I got treat before sending me on my way. In that storeroom I got a real education in the variations of men's cocks, both cut and uncut, large and small, straight and curved, light and dark.

As Christmas approached, I grew very excited at the prospect of getting that "great" gift from Santa Claus that Mr. McD had spoken of some weeks before.� So, I wasn't at all disappointed when Santa left me a new bicycle and a canvas pup tent.�

For once Dad did something for me and actually got out, and in about an hour, he taught me how to ride a bike.� Suddenly, I had wheels and the freedom to explore, as long as I stayed in the neighborhood.

Then my dad set it up my tent in the backyard and for the next few days it was an attraction with the McDonald kids and me.� Trouble was, it didn't have a zipper for the front flaps; instead it had ties made out of cotton ribbon.� With everyone going in and out of the tent and tying the flaps closed, it wasn't too long before the ties were hopelessly knotted.� My dad tried to get them untied, but couldn't, and taking a short cut, took out his pocket knife and simply cut them off the tent.��� There was now no way to "close up" the tent, but no one, including me, cared.

Fast forward to the middle of April.� It was now warm enough at night that a backyard camp out was feasible.� I asked Tommy McDonald, who despite being rather slow witted, was also my age and my best buddy, to join me. Dad was annoyed when I asked him to set up the tent for me, but he did it.� Equipped with pillows, several blankets, flashlights and a bag of cookies liberated from my mother's pantry, we settled in for the night.�

It was fun just being a kid, camping out in the wilds of my backyard, lying around inside the tent in just our underwear and making scary faces with our flashlights.� I thought it would fun to take my underwear off and highlight my privates.� Tommy thought that was good fun too and did the same.� I had never done anything like this with another kid before, but with Tommy being equally adventurous, it wasn't long before we were playing with each other, and not long after that that I sampled his dick.� Tommy, being a good sport, sampled mine.� Rather than taking turns blowing each other, I swung around in a 69 with him like Mr. Bill liked to do.� That's when the tent flaps suddenly opened and Mr. McD shined a flashlight upon us in a most compromising situation. Busted!�

"What the fuck?!!" Mr. McD exclaimed.� "Tommy, get your clothes on and get your ass in the house!� This camp out is over!"

Tommy, mortified at being caught, scrambled to get his clothes on while his dad slapped at him, until he bolted from the tent crying.

With Tommy gone, Mr. McD snarled at me, "Don't you ever touch one of my kids ever again!� You hear me?� You do and I promise that you'll be sorry that you were ever born, you god damned little faggot!" Even though I didn't know what a faggot was, I was familiar enough with "god damned" to know that it wasn't something good.

I was expecting him to do or say something else, but he didn't, he just stood shining the flashlight on me and looking.� I was too scared to do or say anything and shamelessly lay nude while Mr. McD illuminated me.� Finally he muttered, "Son of a bitch," closed the flaps and went inside to deal with his wayward son.

Expecting my own dad to appear any moment and end my short life, I decided it might be best if I put my clothes back on.� But neither of my parents appeared.� Pretty soon I was getting creeped out by every strange night sound. I didn't want to be out there alone, so I went inside. The house was dark when barefoot, �I stealthily sneaked inside.� But there were sounds, strange sounds.� I'd hear a slapping sound and then hear my mom whimpering. Then there be some wet squishy sounds.� The strange sounds would stop, I'd hear another slapping sound and my mom would whimper again, followed by the wet squishy sounds.�

I crept into the hallway trying to slip past my parent's open bedroom door without being detected.� Looking into the dimly lit room, I stopped in my tracks.� There was my mom, standing naked at the end of the bed, her arms and legs stretched out and secured to the tall bed posts.� My dad was standing behind her, naked too.� He swung his belt and it made a cracking sound as it impacted her bare buttocks.� She jerked and moaned pitifully.� Then Dad pressed up against her and rammed his dick up her twat which set her big tits to jiggling about.� Then he fucked her at a leisurely pace, creating the wet squishy noises that I first heard in the kitchen.� Then he stop, step back and let her have it again with the belt.

I decided that I didn't need to get caught and have that belt used on me, so I slunk off to my bedroom.� For what seemed like a very long time, I heard the slapping noises followed by the squishy noises and accompanied by the soft cries and whimpering of my mother.� I wondered what she had done to deserve punishment like that.� Suddenly she yelped loudly and cried out, "Not in my ass, you bastard!� Not in my ass!" Curiosity got the better of me and I crept back to their open bedroom door.�

Dad had a handful of her hair and with the other he was pushing something up inside her. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was shaped like a dick, a very big dick. Leaving it stuffed up her butt, he moved his hand in between her legs.� Mom now cried out, "Yes!� Yes!� Yes, baby!"� I decided that from the change in tone, that she was actually okay with all this and so I went back to my bed and just listened as they continued having some rather rough sex.��

Next morning, Mom and Dad were very surprised to find me sleeping in my room, then they both acted like nothing had happened, though they did want to know why I hadn't stayed in the tent.� I explained that Tommy got homesick and went home, and that I didn't want to stay out there by myself where something might get me. Of course that was mostly a lie, but even knowing that it was going to be much worse once Mr. McDonald talked to them, I just couldn't tell them the whole truth.� To my surprise, no one ever said anything about Tommy and me being caught red handed in a 69.

I discovered the reason for my good fortune the very next Sunday.� Dad was home, but apparently it was alright if I went off to play, so I decided to head out and maybe go see Mr. Bill.� The past few weeks after Dad started bowling, first on Sunday and then on Saturdays, I hadn't been able to get away on Sunday mornings like I could when Dad went fishing.� Oh, I'd seen Mr. Bill in the store nearly every afternoon, but there always seemed to be a customer or two in the store, and Mr. Bill couldn't always slip away in back while I waited around nude, eating my afternoon treat, ready to be molested.� It's funny how things like business ebb and flow, but Mr. Bill didn't think it was funny at all, and he liked the increased business, but he was getting impatient for some boy action too.�

So, knowing that no one would miss me, I slipped out the back door with plans to get my bike and go see Mr. Bill, suck his dick and maybe get cornholed. I almost turned back when I saw Mr. McDonald sitting out in his backyard smoking a cigar.� He saw me before I could duck back inside and he waved me over.� As I got closer, it became obvious that he was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.� He put his cigar down, got up from his chair and stepped inside his house.� Turning at the door, he indicated to me to follow him inside.

I considered running off and hesitated.� Looking through the door he said, "Come inside, Jimmy. �I'm not going to yell at you. I just want to talk... man to man."

I'd never had a man-to-man talk before and had no idea what to expect, but Mr. McD had always been very nice to me and I respected him.� Once inside Mr. McD says, "I know you can keep a secret, Jimmy.� You know some secrets of mine and your mother, and you've kept them to yourself. It's good that you've done so, as nothing but harm to me, your mother and to you would come of it.� That said, I know some secrets of yours too, secrets which I haven't divulged to your parents.� I don't intend to tell them about you blowing Tommy last Friday night. (Tommy was blowing me too, but he never mentioned that.)� I'll keep your secrets and you keep mine.� Agreed?"

I must have had a really dumb look on my face, because Mr. McD explained it all to me once again. Finally I understood and happily agreed.� Then he says, "Tommy tells me that you started it all in the tent."� That was true enough, but Tommy went along with it all and without hesitation.� "So, tell me, Jimmy.� Who taught you to suck dicks?"� Naturally I didn't tell him anything about Mr. Bill.�

"Okay, you don't have to tell who you've been blowing," he said.� "But, I do need to know if you like blowing other boys or blowing grown men."� I still didn't answer.

"It's a simple question, Jimmy.� Do you like sucking dicks?"� I nodded that I did.

"That's what I thought."

With that he unsnapped his boxers and they fell to the floor.� My eyes went immediately to his horse dick.

"You like what you see, boy?" he asked.� "You want to suck this one?" he added while jiggling it with his hand.� "Go ahead, suck it.� No one will ever know except you and me... and you and me, we keep our secrets to ourselves."

I glanced up at him grinning down at me and I knew his offer was genuine.� I stepped up and took his prodigious organ in hand and felt it as it swelled to an unbelievable size.� There was no way that thing could fit in my mouth!

"You ever sucked a dick this big before?" he said.� I shook my head.

"There's always a first time for everything. I know you want to suck it and I want you to suck it too. Now, go on, cock boy, suck it."

When it came to penis size, Mr. McD had a whopper.� He was much longer and fatter than Mr. Pete and I had trouble getting Mr. Pete's dick in my mouth.� How was I going to suck this monster was beyond me. So, I did what Mr. Bill and Mr. Pete had so ably taught me about working over the glans and jacking the stalk.� Meanwhile above me, I could hear Mr. McD encouraging me on, "Oh, yeah.� That's it, Jimmy.� Suck that dick.� Lick it, boy. Yeah, you do that good.� Yeah, you're a good little cock sucker and from now on, you're going to be my favorite blow boy.� Fuck, you're better than your mom at this.� Shit, fuck!� Suck it, boy, suck it."

I sucked and licked, sucked and licked, and copious quantities of tasty precum flowed freely from his big prick.� He grabbed me by the head and began to punch his hips, trying to jam more of it into my mouth.� Then he came; several strong jets of semen shot into my mouth, while he made unintelligible noises.� He released my head and gently pushed me off of him.� The big dick was still pulsing, but only a small amount of cum oozed out of the big piss slit.�

"Damn, boy!� You sure know how to please a man." he said once he caught his breath.� "You've done this a lot, haven't you?"� I didn't answer, but stayed in my supplicant's position looking up at him while I held his slippery deflating hose in my hand.

After a moment he said, "Push your pants down."� It was now my turn and hurriedly pushed my play shorts and tightie-whites to the ground and stepped out of them.� "Shirt too," he added.� I was barefoot when I got there, so after pulling my t-shirt over my head, I was as totally nude as he was.�

Then he did the unexpected.� He spun me around and told me to bend over.� I felt his big hands pry apart my ass cheeks.� "Just as I thought," he said.� "A Sodomite.� That explains everything."� Not to me it didn't; I hadn't a clue what a Sodomite was.� He let go of my cheeks and told me to stand up.� I did, relieved that he wasn't going to try to run that thing up my ass, not that he could in his present state of flaccidity.

I stood naked before the naked father of my best friend, a best friend who wouldn't even speak to me now.� "Here's what I want you to do, Jimmy.� I want you to go home and tell your mother that I want to see her, right now.� Tell her to take you for a walk to the park.� Of course you're not going to the park, you're coming back here with your mother.� And when you do, I'm going to fuck her. Now, can you do that for me?"

I may have been naive, but I wasn't stupid.� What choice did I have?� As far as I could tell, it was either her or me, and I didn't want my asshole ripped apart.

Mom was pretty incredulous when I told her what Mr. McD wanted her to do.� She thought about it for a moment or two and then called to my dad, "I'm taking Jimmy to the park.� Do you want to come?"

"No," he predictably replied. "You two go. I'm busy."� Yeah, busy doing nothing. So Mom and I left the house and started walking towards the park, rounded the block and came to the McDonald house.� When Mr. McD answered the door, Mom tells me to run along and go play.

"The hell he will!" Mr. McD gruffly said.� "We can't have him running around where he might be seen.� Now, you two, get inside before someone sees you!"

I don't think Mom was too happy about all this, but Mr. McD could have cared less what I was about to see.� Grabbing Mom by the arm, he took her to the kitchen and pushed her back onto the kitchen table, hiking up her dress in the process. Down went his boxers again. Mom was protesting, but he paid her no heed.� In one swift movement, he ripped her panties right off of her. He grabbed her by the ankles, and simultaneously spread her open while pulling her to the edge of the table.� His hips jabbed forward violently.� Mom howled. He began pumping into her and the howls changed tenor.� Me, I was standing in the doorway of the kitchen and watched the whole thing unfold before my young eyes. Soon, as the table was inching across the room, Mom was begging him to, "Fuck me harder, you bastard!� Harder! Harder!"� At first I really thought that he was hurting her, but as the fucking went on, it became apparent that she was enjoying it as much as Mr. McD was.

After what seemed a long time, he shouted, "Get ready, bitch! I'm gonna knock you up! Ahhhhhh!� Ahhhhhh!�� Ahhhhh!"

Meanwhile Mom was howling, "Cum in me, baby!� Cum in me!"

Then it was over.� Quiet permeated the house.� Mr. McD stepped back and Mom sat up.� Somehow the front of her dress was now open and her big tits were free. She saw me, bug-eyed no doubt, and tried to close the dress, but Mr. McD was having none of that and a moment later, he had her stripped naked.�

"Oh, please, not in front of the boy," she begged rather halfheartedly.

"There's nothing innocent about, Jimmy." he said. "He's seen it all before.� You and me, and probably you and your husband."

"I know, I know.� Still..."

He cut her off saying, "Shut the fuck up, slut.� Clean my dick before my wife and kids get home from church."

Whatever reticence she may have had about sucking him clean in front of me didn't manifest itself that morning.� She sucked him and got him hard again.� They fucked again, this time doggie-style on the floor.�

Suddenly he pulls out of her and tells her, "They'll be home soon.� Get your slutty ass dressed and get the fuck out of here."�

Soon we were back outside and walking down the street.� Mom looked a mess, but she gamely tried to straighten her hair. Once we were at the corner, I told her, "I'm going to go play."

She replied, "Jimmy, I'm counting on you.� You should have never seen any of that.� Please, baby, don't you breathe a word about what just happened to anybody; that especially goes for your Daddy."

When it came to my mom and my dad, my mom won hands down. "I won't, Mama.� I promise.� Can I go now?"� She kissed me and I ran off down the street towards the park, only I didn't go to the park, I went to Mr. Bill's; and not just for some naughty fun, but because I felt safe there.

If Mr. McDonald was now okay with me, Tommy wasn't.� Neither were his two older brothers.� I discovered this fact one afternoon after school.� I'd gone into Mr. Bill's.� There was a lot of coming and going.� I helped myself to a Coke and a candy bar and slipped into the backroom.� Naked, I had my treat and waited for Mr. Bill to come see me.� When it was apparent to me that he couldn't, I dressed, slipped out the back door and headed home, cutting across the vacant field.�

As I got close to the other side, I saw Tommy waiting.� Maybe we could be friends again, I thought.� That thought was immediately dispelled when he picked up a rock and threw it at me.� He missed, but bent down to pick up another.� I turned to run back to Mr. Bill's, but my way was blocked by Sean and Terry McDonald, Tommy's older brothers.� They grabbed me and held me while Tommy came up and began punching me.� It was an unfair fight and I received the worst of it without so much as touching any of my assailants.� They left me in the field, on the ground, beat up and crying.

When Dad got home, he was furious.� Not at the McDonald boys, but by my inability to defend myself.� The upshot was I that was signed up for self-defense training after school.� I loved it and dreamed of the day that I'd extract my pound of flesh.� That day never came at my hands, but Mr. McD had taken care of it.� The McDonald boys never bothered me again.

With spring setting in, my dad took out his fishing gear and resumed his biweekly fishing with his buddy.� That meant that Mr. McD didn't ask me to bring my mother to him anymore, which was fine by me, as I didn't want to be involved if I could help it.� Now he just came over to fuck Mom while his family was at church and my dad was out fishing.� Mom didn't ask me to leave anymore, but she was okay with me disappearing for the morning.� She was also okay with me being around.�

There was one Sunday morning with unsettled weather. Despite the weather, my dad went fishing anyway, or so he said. Mom wouldn't let me leave to "go play at the park", so I had to hang around while she and Mr. McD openly fornicated for several hours in every room of the house. I saw plenty that day and I think I was hard the entire time.�

Now that Dad was back fishing, he also kept up with his bowling, much to my mother's chagrin.� His team also changed leagues and instead of Saturday afternoons, they now bowled on Friday nights.� There were some arguments about this, the upshot being Dad caught a ride with one of his team mates so that Mom could have access to the car.

A few weeks into the new schedule, Mom asked me if I could spend the night at a friend's house that Friday.� "I guess so," I replied, "I have to check."� So, I checked with Mr. Bill if it would be alright if I spent the night with him.� Naturally he said, 'yes', and didn't ask any questions.� Mom didn't ask any questions either.� I just told her that I would be staying with Billy.� I guess she thought I was referring to Billy Banks, and I let her think that way.� Old Mr. Bill sure snored a lot and I hardly got any sleep, but we had fun.� Before school was out, I'd spend several more Friday nights sleeping with Mr. Bill and letting him do whatever he wanted.�

One sunny spring Saturday I went to the park to find someone to play with.� I locked my bike up and before I could look for someone to play with, a hand gripped my shoulder from the back.� I looked back and there was Pops. This was a surprise as I'd only seen him� at Mr. Bill's and never at the park before.

"You need to be home soon, Jimmy?" he asked.�

I'd just had lunch, so Mom wasn't expecting to see me again anytime soon. "I just need to be home for diner around six," I replied.

"Good!� Let's you and me take a ride," he said.�

I had a pretty good idea what he wanted to do, a prospect that suited me just fine. "Sure."

No one noticed me getting into Pops' big Cadillac and driving away.� "Where are we going?" I asked.

"To a studio," he replied.� I hadn't the foggiest idea what a studio was, but I sure liked his car.�

The studio was in an older small wood frame house, about ten minutes from the park and Mr. Bill's Grocery.� Pops had the keys and unlocked the front door.� We passed through a small anteroom and into the main areas of the studio, which consisted of several rooms with various backdrops and props, along with lights and reflectors.� He took me to one room with Victorian wallpaper and a small pedestal table.

"Take off all your clothes," he told me.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"It's my friend's photography studio. Now, we need you nude, so hurry up."� I quickly shed my clothes while he disappeared for a moment.� Soon he was back with a another man carrying a large professional camera.

The other man, whom I was never formally introduced to said, "Okay, kid.� I want you to lean against the table, facing away from me and looking back over your shoulder." I got into the pose he wanted while he adjusted the lights and reflectors just so.� With the lights on, it became hot very quickly.

"Smile."

I smiled at the camera pointing at me and heard a soft click. He moved around, snapping shot after shot at varying angles.

"Now turn towards me.� No, not that much.� Put your hand on the table.� Good.� Smile."�

While Pops watched, the photographer placed me in various poses around the little table, taking butt shots and dick shots. After a while, he told me to follow him and we went to another room.� This one had a sofa in it.� I was laid upon it with my legs lewdly akimbo.� Again he took photos of me in various poses on my stomach and on my back, usually with one leg hanging off the sofa like I was ready to be fucked.

After he finished that set, he turned out the bright klieg lights, bent down and sucked me for a while.� Then he dropped his pants and sat down.� I scooted onto the floor between his spread knees and took him into my mouth and sucked him until he came. Then we went to another room, this time with a forest backdrop.� He had Pops get naked and he took more pictures of me sucking Pops and taking it up the ass.�

He then showed me his darkroom and demonstrated developing a photograph. This was of another naked boy who was younger than I was, maybe five, who was sucking the dick of an older boy. I was very impressed with the whole process.� I figured that this was where Mr. Bill had his film developed, but that's not for certain.

It is surprising how time passes so quickly when you're having fun, but all too soon it was time for Pops to take me back and drop me off at the park.� There were no modeling fees or releases, at least for me.� I suppose some those black and white photos graced the pages of an "underground" pedo rag or two, but I never saw them.� It would be years before I realized that I could get paid for letting someone photograph me naked, and that Pops probably made some easy cash that day.� I was, after all, barely eight and still in the first grade.

I went to the studio one other time with Pops.� There was another boy there, about my age and his "uncle".� There weren't many solo shots of just me by myself that day.� Mostly of me and the other kid doing all sorts of nasty things like butthole licking, but also of us with his "uncle", who was one of hairiest men I'd ever come across.��