When I was a little boy, the men would pick me up and hug tightly with their arms wrapped around me. They would kiss on me and push their big, hot tongues inside my mouth, and I could taste their cigarette smoke breath, sometimes laced with the smell of beer or alcohol, while their hands groped over my little body, squeezing my butt cheeks and pushing inside my pants to fondle my little pecker and nut sack, and sometimes they would stick their big finger up my asshole as their gruff voice whispered hotly into my ear of the dirty things they wanted to do to me. I loved it, the effect I could have even as a small boy on these big, strong men. When they picked me up, I would wrap my arms around their neck, my legs around their waist, and wait to see what they were going to do to me, so excited I could hardly contain myself.

When they were done fondling and tongue fucking me, they would stand me in front of them so that I would be looking directly into the fly of their trousers with the zipper or buttons just underneath, and this was the part I loved best. Inside was their huge grownup cock; I could see it bulging out their trouser pants, and I could feel it inside using my hands to outline and squeeze on the shaft, feeling its heat even through the trouser pants, and my hands could feel over their big, sagging, grownup men's balls hanging underneath the big cock inside the trouser pants.

With fingers trembling with excitement, I would undo their belt to get to the button holding together the trousers' waistband, and once it was undone, I could slowly unzip or unbutton the fly so I could pull the pants down to their knees. Then all that was left was to insert my fingers into the waistband of their boxer shorts or white briefs and pull them down, breathlessly waiting for the moment the big, hard cock sprang free. The thrill of seeing the big cock popping out from the confines of their underwear was overwhelming. The big, strong men had cocks in all shapes and sizes, and gazing into their naked crotches always felt like the first time seeing a terrific new playground: the big, throbbing cock, the big balls hanging underneath in their sack, the grownup hairiness surrounding it all, and each time I looked into a new man's crotch it was unique, different from all the other men's crotches I had seen before. Each time a man stood me in front of him, I knew there was a wonderland of toys inside those trouser pants, waiting for me to play with.

The wonderfully warm feel of the cock as I pressed my cheek against it, feeling it throbbing in my hands with the man's heartbeat, feeling the heft of each ball inside the sack, almost filling my little hand with their size, combing my fingers through the mass of hairs surrounding my new toys, all these things exhilarated me and gave me a heady sense of excitement. My tongue licking up the shaft of the cock with its veins standing out looking like they were about to explode, feeling its heat with its strange, exotic taste and biting into it to test its hardness, licking up the big tube running up the bottom side of the cock which I knew carried his piss to the hole in the head of the cock which I could poke my stiff pointed tongue into, and then licking over the big, bulging head of the cock, feeling its ridge where it connected to the shaft and the smooth, hot head itself with its varied shades of red and purple.

I loved the feel of the man's hands taking my head as he guided the big cock into my mouth, the feeling of how the cock filled my mouth with its heat and tension; I loved biting down on it as hard as could as I began sucking it deeply inside, as far as I could, and then the wonderful feel of the man's hands on my head, pulling me back and then plunging the cock back deeply inside my mouth. I could sense the intense pleasure I was giving the man, and the more pleasure I could sense him feeling, the more I tried to give even more pleasure; the more he groaned and trembled, the harder I sucked to allow the big cock deeper into my mouth.

The biggest excitement of all was when I felt him stiffening and moaning, going into his orgasm, and I eagerly anticipated the feel of the first big load of cum coming up the pipe, feeling it through my fingers wrapped around the shaft, realizing with such excitement I can hardly describe that the hot, slippery cum was about to explode into my mouth and throat, and when it did, I gulped it down as fast as I could, clearing my mouth for the eagerly awaited next big load to come shooting up the shaft and into my mouth.

The feeling of power this gave me as a little boy is beyond description. As load after load came shooting into me, I could feel the big, strong man's knees shaking more and more, and I knew I was sapping all his strength from him. I did my best to buckle him, bring him to his knees as I continued to suck his juices from him so that when I finished with him, he was a broken, blubbering mess of the man he once was, and I was left standing as the strong one.


This is every little kid's dream, sucking a big, strong, grownup man's cock, and pitifully few get to experience its realization anymore. Freud spoke of penis envy in girls, but he was too narrow: little boys envy grownup's cocks as much as little girls do. Both dream of getting their hands on the big cocks and playing with them; they only lack the opportunity of doing so in a safe environment. Men with their big cocks are scary creatures to kids, and overcoming that natural fear is a task most men can never figure out how to accomplish. My sister Joy and I were lucky in that, as we used to express laughingly after we were grown, we were born with a man's cock stuck in our mouth. That is true, but it is also true that we were born in an era where sex was not the fear factor it has become. Things were clearer then; if a man looked mad, stay away from him, but if he was friendly and nice, we had no reason to fear him. We had no expectation of being hurt in the way kids do today when around a man they don't know.

The men who came to our house when Joy and I were little were relatives, and we had more relatives than we could count. A strange man might come into our yard as Joy and I played, and we would look up somewhat warily. He would explain to us that he was the uncle of our sister Mary's husband Bruce, and he wanted to stop by to say hello to us. With that, we completely relaxed and invited him into the house for something to drink, and as we sat down at the kitchen table, Joy or I, whichever one he wanted, willingly crawled up into his lap, as friendly and comfortable as we could be and anxious for his attention. From there, it wasn't long before he was sticking his big cock into our mouths, and that was fine with us. The next time he came into our yard, we would be running to hop up into his arms.

Sex was a naughty thing, and Joy and I both knew that it was. But it was exciting and fun, and we found no reasonable reason at all to curtail the activity. After all, it hurt nothing and brought a sense of adventure, not to mention titillation, into our lives. On top of that, it brought material benefits: men were always coming to us bringing candy and toys and gifts. It was enough for us that we were the center of their attention and affections, but we never turned down the candy and gifts, either.


When I was small, mom almost always took me grocery shopping with her. These were the days before the huge supermarkets, and our neighborhood grocery store was Felix's Market, own by an older man and his wife, Felix and Mizz Felix, as we called her, Germans who had immigrated to this country back in the 1920s.

Felix's Market was the prototypical grocery store for those days. In front was the store itself, and through a door in the back of the store was the storage area where replacement goods were kept. At the back of the storage area was another door which led into the house where Felix and Mizz Felix lived. Walking into the store, you would hear a jingle from the bell hung above the door. This alerted Felix that a customer had entered so he could out to greet them. On the left wall was a long metal produce counter. On the right were 4 or 5 aisles of dry goods running parallel to the front. At the back of the store was the counter for the cash register, and beside it was the high meat counter with its glass windows in front to show off the meat and doors behind for Felix to extract the selections. Beside the meat counter was the high candy counter where you could stand gazing through the glass windows at the delights within. You never saw Mizz Felix in the store, and in fact the only time you did see her was on the street when she was going somewhere. Her job was to take care of the house; it was Felix's job to run the store.

Whenever mom walked into the store leading me by the hand, Felix wearing his habitual white grocer's apron would step out to give her a warm hello, always followed by a surprised expression when he looked down at me: "Und who is dis big fellow?" he would laugh, scooping me up into his arms as mom and I laughed with him. "I expect maybe you would like a little piece of candy to suck on while your mommy shops?" he would ask, carrying me behind the counters for a piece of hard candy as mom took a basket to begin her shopping. When mom had checked out, Felix never failed to give my cheek a pinch, saying, "Now, you come see your Felix anytime you want, big boy, und I bet we can find you anudder piece of candy, okay?" Mom really liked how Felix took to me.

I was 4 or 5 the first time I entered the store alone, and Felix greeted me in the usual cheerful fashion, swooping me up into his arms to carry me behind the candy counter. This time, though, without mom there, he held me in front of him with my little legs wrapped around him and said, "You give your Felix a big kiss and we'll see what candy you would like." I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull myself up to him. Felix had always routinely kissed my cheek and I was used to that, but this time he kissed my lips, bringing his hand up behind my head so he could give my lips a good, long kiss before saying, "Um, you're a good little boy, Jimmy," and sitting me on the shelf running under the doors opening into the candy counter.

He picked a choice piece of chocolate for me, something he had never done before, and held it to my mouth for me to take from his fingers. I brightened up at that - chocolate candy was a rare delicacy - and Felix laughed. "Mmm, you like the chocolate, do you, naughty boy," he said smiling as his hands ran over my body while I chewed the chocolate. "You be a good boy und maybe we find you some more good candy, okay?" he said. I laughed, nodding yes and smiling up at him as I chewed the delicious candy.

Felix chuckled, and when he saw me swallow the last of it, he said, "Did you like that, my big boy?" sticking his big index finger into my mouth. "Suck my finger if you want some more,okay?" I took his hand with both of mine to hold it as I sucked hard on his finger; I really liked that chocolate candy. Felix laughed, fucking his finger in and out of my mouth and saying, "You want some more, don't you, naughty boy?" I shook my head an emphatic yes, sucking hard on his finger as I felt his fingers pressing into the crotch of my shorts.

"Okay, den," Felix said, "but you've got to be a good boy for me," lining up a couple of delicious morsels on the shelf beside me. "You eat these one at a time very slowly, okay? You chew dem up good before you swallow, okay?" My eyes were wild with excitement as I agreed and took the first piece into my mouth. I was wearing the boxy shorts boys wore back then, and as I slowly chewed the candy, Felix slipped his hands up the inside of my thighs under the shorts.

"You getting to be a big boy, Jimmy," Felix said, and I could feel his fingers feeling the insides of my thighs higher and higher until his fingertips were pressing into my underwear at my crotch. "You don't mind if old Felix sees what a big boy you are, do you, Jimmy?" he asked, working his fingers under the leg band of the underwear. I shook my head no, spreading my legs further apart for him. I felt his fingers rubbing over my pecker and nut sack. "Oh, you are a big boy, Jimmy," he said, and reaching under his white grocer's apron, I could see he was unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock underneath the apron.

From the motion of the apron I could see he was jacking himself off as his hand returned to my crotch, working his fingers back inside to toy with my pecker as he did. "Your peepee is getting all stiff, Jimmy," he said. "Do you like it when I play with it like this?" I smiled, chewing the candy, and nodded yes. He continued playing with me and jacking off as I finished the first candy and inserted the second.

Lifting me under my arms, Felix said, "How about showing old Felix your peepee, Jimmy? You don't mind it if old Felix has a look, do you?" Still, chewing, I shook my head no and stood up straight on the shelf for Felix to pull down my shorts and underwear. "Oh, that's a nice one, Jimmy," he said, taking my pecker and nut sack into his fingers. "I like it," he said, taking my pecker between his thumb and index finger to tug on it. "Does it feel good when I do this?" he said, jerking back and forth on my pecker.

I laughed, nodding yes as I chewed, and holding his shoulder I stepped one foot out of my shorts and underwear so I could spread my legs for him. "Oh, you naughty boy," Felix said, and with his hands wrapping around my butt cheeks he pulled his head in and I felt his warm, rough tongue lick under my nut sack and his hot breath on me as warm, wet mouth drew in my pecker. It felt so good that I swallowed the candy and grabbed his big old head, pulling it into me, feeling his fingers clenching deeply into my butt cheeks as he began to fuck me with his mouth. At once, I was sexually hot, my hands jerking on his head as my hips shot out to meet his sucking mouth.

After sucking me good, Felix came up to pull me back into his arms, and I wrapped my legs back around him, looking into the lust in his eyes. "You like that, naughty boy," he panted, pulling my lips to his, and wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, I opened up his tongue to come inside and find mine. His tongue inside my mouth made me all the hotter with his fingers tugging on my pecker, and I began humping my hips into his fingers, feeling his finger searching out my asshole, and I moaned my pleasure as I felt the finger push inside to begin finger fucking my little ass.

Felix was so hot he dropped my pecker to get his hand on his own cock under the apron, and I broke off the kiss to gasp begging into his ear, "Show me yours, please. I want to see yours, too, Felix."

"You want to see my cock?" Felix asked, breathing hard.

"Uh-huh," I said. "Please, can I?"

"You naughty little boy," Felix said, standing me on the floor in front of him. I helped him pull the apron out of the way to reveal his throbbing cock standing out in front of him, and taking it in my hands I began feverishly licking all over it. "Oh god," Felix said, grabbing me by the hair to hold my head as his other hand took the big cock and guided it into my mouth. "Oh mine God in heaven!" Felix howled, grabbing my head in both hands as I sucked the cock as deeply into my mouth as I could, clamping my teeth into the shaft as he began fucking it into me. In moments he began to cum, shooting load after load into me as I gulped it down.

I drained every drop of cum out of Felix that I could, and he was leaning against the candy shelf to steady himself when I finally looked up smiling at him, wiping the cum from my lips and chin back into my mouth so I could swallow it. "Oh, you naughty boy," Felix said, lifting me with trembling arms up to him. He smiled wanly at me and said, "You make old Felix a happy man, sweet boy."

"Good," I said, leaning in to kiss his lips again. "You gave me good candy," I said by way of explanation.

Felix chuckled. "I didn't expect you to suck my cock for it, sweet boy!" he said, and I laughed.

"I don't mind," I said. "You're a nice man. I like making you feel good." Felix laughed as he kissed me again.

From then on, I sucked Felix's cock for him anytime he wanted me to. When I got to be a teenager and my nieces got big enough, I brought them in for him to fuck as well. He really was a very nice man.


Most of the boys I grew up with sucked at least a few cocks when they were little. It was something all of us kids wanted to do, given the chance, and in those days there were lots of chances. It was a happier, mellower time back then, with little wonder why incidences of sexual abuse were so rare.

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