A RATHER HORNY CHILDHOOD
By Zachyboy
(b/g, b/b, incest, oral, anal)

I became sexually active when I was about 9 years old. A childhood friend
of mine (a girl named Kelly actually -- ironic that it was as girl -- since
I went on to have nothing but sex with boys) was the one who actually
taught me about anal sex, and about sex in general.

We were out in her tent in her backyard one day when we were 9 years old –
this would have been in the late 1980's – and Kelly started playing "you
show me yours, I'll show you mine," which pretty quickly led to an
educational session I had no idea was coming – and before I knew what
was happening, she was showing me – telling me, like she was leading a
class and I was the student – just how to put my hard, hairless little
dickie in her smooth, beautiful bald little girl cunt.

I remember she just spread those pussy lips open and showed me exactly
where it should go, like "no big deal, here's where you put it." "Then you
stick it in and out of me really fast," she said. She had a little mole on
her belly button. I will never forget that as long as I live. It's years,
decades later, and I still think of that tiny little mole on her pretty
little outie belly button. And she smelled like apples. Beautiful, clean
green apple shampoo. I still get hard when I smell apples.

So, she told me to spit on my dick and rub it around a little and then
stick it in, so I did, and I put it in her, and good Lord, I just went to
town. She didn't have to explain that process to me twice. I took to it
immediately. I was shaking so bad while I was fucking her, I thought my
heart would explode. I probably only lasted 20 strokes in her, but man,
that was hot. AND THEN!! The minute I was done, she got down on her hands
and knees doggy style, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and then told me I
needed to fuck her up the butt next or we wouldn't be done!!

I had never even conceived of such a thing at 9-years-old! But I sure
wasn't going to turn her down. So, I got on my knees, she turned around and
sucked me just a little to get it wet, another magic trick that had never
even occurred to me -- putting a dickie in somebody's MOUTH??? -- holy cow!
But you didn't have to ask me twice. I got right behind her, lined it up,
pushed it in, and did her up her little hiney too! God, what a memory!

I fucked her all that summer at my house, too. My dad had a camper parked
in our yard, one of the small old-fashioned kinds that fit over the top of
a pickup truck bed. And when it wasn't actually mounted on the truck, he
just parked it in our yard, so it was like a little mini clubhouse. It had
no air conditioning of course and just sat out in the hot sunlight all
summer long, so it was hot as hell obviously, but it had a door, and a
lock, and closed windows that nobody could see through, so it was totally
private, and with the door locked, nobody could walk in on us (and no
parent cared to, because it was so ungodly hot in that thing).

So Kelly and I would go out there, and there was a little bed that pulled
out inside. The tabletop actually came off and turned into a bed, so we'd
take off every stitch of clothing and just fuck until we were dripping with
sweat. We would just rut and sweat in there like animals. It's amazing we
didn't pass out from the heat. But it was so good. And again, with her, it
was always exactly the same way. "You have to fuck me in my pussy first,
and then you have to fuck me in my asshole." And only then did she consider
it "done." She was very orderly about that. She fully expected both, like
it came in a set that couldn't be questioned.

It turns out (I found out much later as an adult) that she was so worldly
about sex at age 9, because her own brother Chris, age 13, had been
diddling around that year, too. No wonder she taught me all I needed to
know about what parts went where. She was a 9-year-old girl getting dicked
in the pussy and the ass every night by her 13-year-old brother. Which she
told me she liked. And if he didn't come into her room after lights out,
she'd always make it appoint to go into his.

She said he did it to her every night after their parents went to bed. It
took him about 20 minutes a night. He'd come in, wake her up, cum in her
pussy, have her suck him just enough to get him re-hard, then cum in her
ass. Then he'd just go back to bed. She said it went on all the time, his
room or hers, until she got her first period.

So, ironically, it was actually a girl who taught me about blowjobs and
anal sex, two new skills I went on to teach every boy in the neighborhood,
including my neighbors Matt and Joey. They were two and three years younger
than me, and I messed around with them every chance I got.

Joey, who was littler, just liked to sit on his bed and watch and jack off,
but Matt, who was two years my junior, would really get into it with me. He
was a little chubby -- not fat -- just pleasingly plump, and he had a
lovely tight little hairless ass to get off in. Very creamy and very
cushiony. It was a very comfortable ass to fuck.

By the time I was 10 and he was 8, I was fucking him out in this old
abandoned feed mill down the road from our house in the country every
chance I got. He'd lay right on the floor of that building – we had an
old tarp in there and some blankets we stole from home – and he'd spread
his ass, and with nothing but spit for lube, I'd line it up with his tight
little tube, and bang away in him until I got my nut.

Sometimes we'd do it two, three times a day. My record for one day with him
in childhood was 7 times. I was insatiable when I was a kid. I just wanted
to fuck and suck all day long. It's a wonder I ever learned how to read in
my downtime.

So, yeah, Matt and I fucked and sucked all the time. I remember, I even
pissed up his ass once up in that storage shed. Kind of weird, and
definitely not our usual thing. We were NOT into piss play, but that one
time, it just seemed like a funny and stupid thing to do, so I did it. We
didn't know what would happen. We'd never heard of an enema, and certainly
never had one. We thought it would just stay in him.

So, we were just being stupid and goofing around and somehow I managed to
squeeze out a piss in him with my half-woody that was still stuck up his
ass after fucking him, and we were definitely surprised when two minutes
later, he got huge cramps, ripped down his pants, and shit out a golden
stream of piss all over the ground behind the barn. We were fascinated by
that. I was so turned on, I had to fuck him again on the spot.

We were also fascinated with butt play at that age. We played a game called
"Go See the Doctor" in that old abandoned feed mill, where Matt, Joey, my
little cousin Brad and sometimes a couple of the other neighborhood boys
would all go off somewhere private, pull down each other's pants in twos or
threes, and finger each other's asses, and spread each other's cheeks and
try to look inside, and sometimes even poke around each other's asses with
sticks and stuff we found in ditches and woods. I'm surprised nobody wound
up with anal fissures or a punctured rectum. We were always doing stupid
stuff like poking sticks in each's other's asses.

Being boys living in the country, we also shit in the woods a lot, and were
eternally fascinated watching it come out of each other. We'd squat on a
big, flat rock (which we brilliantly called "the pooping rock," and watch
each other do it. Then we'd wipe our asses with leaves and go on with our
play. Yeah, it was a strange adventure growing up. We were definitely butt
and dickie-obsessed from a very young age.

I fucked Matt a lot from age 10-12, (when he was 8-10), then my dick
started to get bigger, and he didn't like it up the ass anymore because it
hurt. None of us were into pain or hurting each other. We just wanted to
make each other feel good, so we just came up with other options. We still
sucked and jacked each other a lot, and it also occurred to us we could
fuck each other between the legs. That was super hot when we started
cumming, because those sticky, juicy cum loads would shoot right between
our tightly-clenched legs right into the clenched crevices of our
buttholes. We'd have cum dripping everywhere...dripping down our legs,
balls, crotches, the outside of our assholes, dripping and running down
everywhere. Very sexy.

And then, of course, I also fucked the hell out of my little cousin
Brad. He was two years younger than me and he was always my favorite person
in the world to fuck. We grew up together. Our mothers were sisters, so
were always around each other, always sleeping over at each other's
houses. We were more like brothers than cousins. We were just always
together. Even today, we are like brothers.

And even today, we still fuck any chance we get as adults. Mmmmm, that's a
whole additional story. But back to when we were kids, my little
cousin-brother Brad took to dick like a duck takes to water. Like I said,
we were pretty young when we started messing around, me 9, him 7. And I was
full-on long-dicking him by the time I was 10 and he was 8. We just really,
really liked to do it, both of us. There was no coercion, one kid forcing
or tricking another kid. We just honestly, wholesomely liked to fuck and
liked to cum.

I used to have two beds in my room when I was a kid in case a friend stayed
over. I inherited one from my big cousin Derrick when he got too big for
it. Somehow it wound up at my house. Anyway, Brad and I would wait until my
mom was asleep in the next room, then he would quietly leave his bed, and
tiptoe across the room and climb up into my bed, we'd kiss and make out and
suck tongues while I reached back and fingered his ass with a spit-soaked
finger, loosening him up.

He'd usually suck me a little to get it wet, I sure didn't need him to get
it hard, I was rock hard and ready to go before he even joined me in my
bed. He liked to get going fast. No time-wasters. He was a major, major
cock hound even at 8. I shit you not, that little boy was hungry for it,
and by hungry I do not mean mouth, I mean he wanted it right up the ass,
fast and hard and every time he saw me.

So he'd suck me just enough for lube's sake and as soon as he thought I was
wet enough, he'd just climb on that dick of mine, I was probably a good
slim 5 inches at 10, 11, 12, and that's not a lot of dick to a grown-up,
but to a tight little 8-year-old asshole when he started taking it, that
had to have been a real eye-opener. I always imagined him opening up his
little mouth and singing the Hallelujah Chorus when it popped in that first
time. But, I'm not kidding, he fucking took it like a champ, with no noise
at all, every night he stayed over, which was at least once or twice a
week.

We had to be so quiet, because my mom really was sleeping (or reading!)
right in the next room, literally one thin wall separating my bed from her
bed while I was grabbing his skinny little hips and pulling him up and down
on my hard cock until I shot in him.

We had to be careful not to make the bed squeak, or not to make any
noise. We were masters at quiet, secret bedtime fucking, not a word was
ever said, we just did it in silence, every time he came over, and I shot
in him every time, at first just dry cums, but then as the years went on,
I'd fill his sticky little ass full of my hot jizz, and leave him with a
gushy mess cooking in his little boy pussy all night long while we went to
sleep.

He liked it then, and he still likes it today. We live a couple states away
from each other now, but I occasionally go home for visits, and even if
it's only a 2-hour sneak-away at a motel somewhere while we tell everybody
else we're going to visit an old school friend or something, I always
manage to find a little time somewhere to fuck his sweet ass. He still
feels like the same old Brad-boy to me. Time has really done nothing to
slow our desire for each other. I still crave his tight ass and want to
fill him to the brim with my cum every time I see him. He's just the erotic
fuck of my lifetime. "Like a first kiss," the poet said. "The one by which
all others will be judged, and found wanting."

Even when he was little kid, Christ, only 10 years old, I give him credit,
he'd sit down on that hard slim 12-year-old dick of mine and never say a
word, never make a peep. It must have felt like skinny little yellow
highlighter marker being rammed up his ass, because I mean it was rock hard
and it was pretty slim at 12, but he never, ever had a problem taking it
all.

He usually would just wince once while he was sitting down on it as it
pierced through his little sphincter muscle. I remember each time there was
just one little pained, wincing expression on his face for about three
seconds, and he'd suck in air through his teeth, like a quiet little hiss
of pain, but then he'd wait just a second, then keep sitting right back
down until I had that fucking cock in him balls-deep. Shhhh, I would say,
putting my finger up to my lips, but he was already quiet as a mouse,
sliding up and down on it, rocking me to a good cum. God, he was good.

His tiny little ass would be right on my hairless mound, and in later
years, I'd be tickling his tiny ass with my pubes as he just engulfed that
whole dick, no matter how much bigger it grew as the years went by. Man, I
love that amazing little fuck hole of his. I fucked that hole and came in
that little boy's guts more times than I could count, and every single
time, he came back for more. Every single night he stayed over, he
initiated. He never passed a chance on making the first move to get fucked,
ever.

We grew up together and I seriously think from age 10-18, when I went off
to college, it is not an exaggeration at all to say I fucked him every
single time I saw him. We had some hot cock-sucking times and some fantasy
role playing too, where he liked to pretend he was a little, little boy (or
a little girl) and I was his daddy fucking him, but that's a story for
another day.

Good times.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com