What's that all about”? I hung my head a bit, then held my cup out for Dustin to re-fill. He was always eager to please. “Out with it Dillon—ful...l disclosure. No more secrets”“He started messin with me I guess about Dustin's age. Pretty simple—just play with his dick till he busted. I remember how hairy he was, and always stunk. I wanted to be just like him, cause I thought that was what a man was. I was fascinated at the amount of jizz he blew. After about a year he taught me how to suck his. “Who cares, Please! I need you inside of me so bad, Pauly…” I cried out, desperate for him. He put the head of his penis in and I made a little whimper and started to push back on his cock myself. I never had a cock so big before and it was slightly hurting but felt so good at the same time. With one last push he was deep inside of me, I felt so full and I yelped and bit down on my hand. He started at a slow pace, getting his rhythm right. With each thrust I moaned in pleasure and breathed. Before he could walk, Young Beau was well versed in “TV talk,” as his late mother would have put it. Had she survived, he would have had a succession of the brightest tutors, most talented musicians and finest turned out ladies to teach him the finer points of polite society. Instead, his days were filled with terror at school and the monotonous influence of sixties television during the rest of his waking hours.Just as adolescence began to draw Young Beau from his shell, his father managed to. That had recently led to flirting. At first it was him receiving and her giving. That was ok, she was a girl turning woman, and it was normal; kind of an extension of their relationship. It was something they shared between them as a secretive reward for all the service they provided the church and community. It was harmless enough and he kind of understood it was a phase that most kids went through; he had other young charges flirt with him before. But with her, with Laura, she was the.