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title: 'Raised By Wolves'
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### Raised By Wolves

Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 10:43:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: gloryhole junkie <ghj_4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Raised By Wolves, Part 1

Raised By Wolves
PART 1
by Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
Ghj_4u@yahoo.com


PREFACE with DISCLAIMER: You are about to read a piece of erotic literature
intended for an audience of adult males who are libidinously interested in
hardcore and perverse sexual activity between and among men and boys
(sometimes between and among men and just one boy...oh my!).

But before one leaps to conclusions, this fact is not to imply that these
readers are necessarily (or at all) interested in doing anything more than
merely reading and fantasizing about such sexual dynamics and
entanglements. After all, reading about naughty stuff is not the same as
actually doing naughty stuff. One can read all one likes about
anything. It's only when one slides across the line (or nursery crib bars),
that one might experience problems.

After all, it's better dad pops into the bathroom to quickly beat off
(alone) as he conjures up all those lewd images of his toddler son's butt
than if that same dad were to "act out" and pop his boner up into the kid's
tiny butt the very second that "mom" takes off for the mall.

Let's face facts, millions of men around the world beat off to such reading
material. Gay, straight, bi-sexual, married, single, divorced, ordained,
old, young...men in numbers greater than anyone could imagine, bone up to
thoughts that are acceptable and completely understood by staggering
huddles of other (secretly) like-minded men nowhere else but seemingly on
the Internet. Of course there are huddles who get together in person...but
you're on your own on that level!

You'll find men coast-to-coast surfing for j/o material...and always
landing ultimately on some 'kid choking down on thick semen' story. It's
ironic and oh, so true, but its always the "stuff" that gets the "job" done
for guys from 13 to 93.

You'll even find that most guys who start out stroking to pics of
cum-dripping (usually a mixture of powdered sugar and water) porno chicks,
will, as they need to shoot a wad, find themselves clicking elsewhere in
order to read some salacious tale of a little kid being screwed or working
the public toilets. And, yeah, most dads out there seem to have this quirk
- a secret attraction to stories about lil'ones who play with thick, big
daddy cock as it tents inside a pair of Jockey shorts (as daddy "naps").

Exactly why that's true would unlock the mystique of male sexuality. But
despite all that ironic truth, it must be stressed that these men are
merely "thinking things". Men can think anything they like. And as they
masturbate, well, good golly, the mind "wanders" to all sorts of depraved
stuff. Name a dad who hasn't jerked off even once to thoughts of his kids
touching his adult cock or swallowing some "daddymilk" or who have never
once had the image of their kid's smooth butt or genitalia, and you'll know
you have a breeding liar on your hands.

We also all must recognize the fact that teen guys are stroking big, super
hard cock as they read all the filth on the 'Net. There's little that one
can do about that. And quite frankly, it's only the domain of the horny
studlet's parents to figure that one out. Heck, truth be told, many a dad
out there even passive-aggressively helps his healthy son to "access" some
right-nasty stuff. "Better than knocking up some girl at his school...",
these dads reason (Oh, and they also know they're helping their sons learn
all about what guys do with their dicks...and any available hole).

All these "facts" though still should not imply that the author condones
these activities in any manner. It's merely that we guys all know what
actually goes on "out there" rather than what the 'Conference of Baptist
Soccer Moms of America' would like to have everyone thinking.

This story is copyrighted. Do not publish or upload it to other sites or
through other means.

The story graphically depicts hardcore, bareback sex involving men and
those who in "real life" should never, under any circumstances, ever be
involved. Preface It's been a long hiatus...and I thank those readers who
noticed. I hope this story will make up for some long overdue, group j/o
time. So, please, men, "release the bull" and unzip those pants (hopefully
already straining tightly in anticipation). I moved to a locale full of the
best daddy meat, young dude builds, and actual dads and sons whose dicks
schwing'n'swing inside their sporty activewear! Perfect eye candy all
around...and gobs (and GOBS) of daddy cock in the cum-swilling XXX
businesses.

So please excuse the silence in the last few months...but I hope to bring
you more and better "observations" of real fathers and their sons.

QUICKIE sighting from yesterday: Saw a real dad, late 20s, 5'10" or so,
handsome face, sort of blue-collar, in loose beige shorts and t-shirt. So
what, you say? Standing, pressed in front of him, was his cute as a "dick
ins" son of four or so...his face nearly squooshed into his daddy's more
than ample, meaty crotch. Even I had to do a double-take as they stood
waiting for "mom" who was somewhere else.

As men, we know there is no way on EARTH this daddy wasn't deriving some
sort of pleasure from his little guy's cheek as it pressed into his daddy's
penis like it were a pillow. And don't you get the sense that these dads
are sort of advertising their "fun" as they let other men see the "close
bond" they have with their tyke?

And these types are everywhere...and the weather ain't even warm yet! This
story, "Raised By Wolves" will be an attempt at a simpler, more straight
(cough) forward jackoff story for dads and men of all sorts. It's based
slightly on my own upbringing (more in the reason I was born than in actual
details). But we all know that more than a handful of kids (perhaps you
were also one of them) are brought into this world to serve just this
purpose. Do all dads 'fess up to that? Of course not. Heck, some don't
admit to what they made for themselves until their little guy is running
under foot and accidentally brushes into daddy's bulge as they pass in the
hallway outside the bathroom.

But some other dads do. They know exactly what their goal is as they hitch
down their trousers and mount the little woman. Many of those dads only got
married for that special treat where they are given carte blanche to make
themselves a son. And, no, it isn't with intent to have an "heir". They're
set on shooting some seed in order to make themselves a little
plaything...sometimes a little "cumpot" even.


Raised By Wolves
PART 1
by Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
Ghj_4u@yahoo.com


I was sucking cock and swallowing cum by the age of three.  I took to it
naturally and enjoyed it from the get-go. Why that is, no one knows. I
mean, I have never heard any theories as to why beyond "some kids are born
sluts" or "the devil ya do it". But whereas it may sound unbelievable to
some or even horrific to others, fortunately most men always seemed to have
encouraged, supported (and for some, even benefited) from my hungers as a
toddler.

Perhaps like some other little kids who become precocious sluts, my mother
was absent from the scene. She wasn't conveniently dead or anything like
that though. She was simply absent from any regular child-rearing. My
parents divorced when I was eighteen months old and from that point on, my
mom faded slowly from the scene. But even that was of her own doing since
at the moment of their divorce she had quickly and freely turned over full
custody to my dad and his parents. I saw her for a day here and there -
mostly holiday afternoons or the day after my birthday. But just to let you
know exactly how "absent" she was, I never even saw her again after the age
of seven.

So my earliest memories were living in a large, working class apartment
shared by my grandma and grandpa, their dog, Smarty, my dad and myself. My
grandmother was almost ten years older than my grandpa and worked as a
seamstress at a large department store and so was gone most days from early
morning until late afternoon when she'd get to making dinner.

Grandpa was young, only fifty at the time we moved in, but was home all the
time. He was always up for fun and excitement. He had suffered an accident
on the job when he'd been a bricklayer and although you'd never even know
he had once hurt his left leg, he lived off his disability and grandma's
income. And I'm sure that's partly why he loved having me and my daddy
there. I mean, he and grandma loved me but my dad's added income certainly
helped out.

And my dad would leave an hour earlier than my grandma each morning. He was
a manager at an auto body shop and had to be there very early to unlock the
place and start the day.

Although the apartment was big and comfortable, it wasn't glamorous or
anything like that. And the third bedroom was off limits as it was where my
grandma kept her sewing equipment. She made wedding dresses on occasion as
a side business. That room was always mysterious since I knew not to even
open its door when she wasn't home.

I remember sleeping in the same room as my dad when we first moved in. They
had moved my crib in and I don't recall anything much other than watching
him strip off his clothes at night. Even from my crib, I remember looking
at him and loving it when I could see his penis. I don't think that's odd -
but perhaps it is.

And even when I moved from the crib into my daddy's bed, I don't remember
him doing anything to me sexually. Well, at least nothing I can recall. I
just remember the fact I loved being all snuggled into a bed in a dark room
with an adult man. It was super exciting to go to bed every night after a
bath and waiting for daddy to undress and crawl in with me. But although I
was sleeping in the same full-sized bed with my daddy by the age of two,
and even if one were to might think it the case, his wasn't the first adult
penis I ever touched.

Instead, that happened in a much more surprising and spontaneously
situation when I was three. I remember that I was three because it happened
the morning of my third birthday. Although the apartment was spacious, it
was old and had, although quite a large one, only one bathroom. It was
located in an always dimly-lit hallway between my grandparent's bedroom and
the living room.

My dad had already left for work but as it was Saturday, both of my
grandparents were home. I got up all excited and went into the kitchen
where my grandma kissed me big as she listened to the radio. She was
cooking something but it didn't smell like breakfast and so I asked he what
she was doing and she said, "It's a surprise". I was only three and didn't
quite figure out that she was up early baking me a birthday cake so I
scampered off into the living room to turn on the television set. I sat
there on the floor only a minute watching "Yogi Bear" when it occurred to
me I had to go pee-pee. I got up and went to bathroom which was isolated
down a long hallway. I saw a light was on beneath the door so I
knocked. Grandpa opened the door and smiled. The bathroom was all warm,
steamy and brightly lit.

"Come in quick before I get a chill", he said. I slipped in and he shut the
door. He wore a white tee shirt and those big boxer shorts I only ever got
to see when he'd be headed to the bathroom in the morning. He stood at the
basin sink with shaving cream all over his face. As I was standing there,
it occurred to me that it was the first time I had ever been alone with
grandpa - or any man other my daddy - in a bathroom. But he was my grandpa
so I just said, "I have to go pee".

Grandpa stopped his shaving to ask, "Do you need some help?" since he knew
I was still learning how to navigate the use of a toilet since they'd
removed by my training potty. He stepped over to the commode just as I
pulled down my pajama bottoms all the way. "Aim well, Sweetie", grandpa
said. "We don't want to get it messy and your grandma mad."

As he saw I was pissing right into the water, Grandpa returned to the sink
and his shaving. While I peed, he wished me a Happy Birthday and asked how
old I was that day. As my pee reduced to a trickle and struggled a bit with
the flusher handle, I answered in a big voice, "THREE!"

That's my big boy!", he muttered as he scrapped the razor across his chin.

It was then that I stepped over to the single sink in order to wash my
hands. I was always told to wash up after going potty. Grandpa stepped back
a foot or so to allow me in front of him as I reached on tip toe to run my
small hands beneath the already flowing water.

As I finished, I stepped to the side as I looked for a towel. My face with
exactly parallel to my grandpa's crotch and I looked at the way it made
this heavy bulge inside his big, white boxer shorts.

Grandpa was so intent on his shaving as he stared into the mirror that he
didn't even see it coming as, with still wet hands, I reached out and
squeezed him right at where the fly and bulgy thing was in his
underpants. Even I didn't know I'd do that until I did it. I was curious
and just wanted to feel what he had there.

My grandpa, I think, was shocked because he stopped shaving and just opened
his mouth wide as he looked right down at me. he didn't even say anything
as he just remained standing there, face half shaved and my little right
hand gently squeezing his bulge in an exploring way.

I barely looked up at grandpa as I was so fascinated by the thick, big
thing inside his boxer shorts. Although I had some vague sense it was his
pee-pee, I didn't think anything of reaching out to feel it. It didn't
really occur to me if what I was doing was right or wrong. I just did what
felt natural to me. I wanted to feel what was making that bulge. I know
that my grandpa wasn't hard, but his penis felt enormous and meaty in my
little grasp. I squeezed lightly some more wondering how big it might be.

After only a few moments of having my exploring hand on his crotch, grandpa
finally spoke. His voice caused me to look up into his face as I continued
to hold his penis through the cotton fabric. "You shouldn't do that", he
whispered as he frowned. That was all he needed to say and I withdrew my
tiny hand. He wasn't harsh or mean and didn't scare me. Instead, I pulled
my hand off his bulge only because it seemed that he didn't like it there.

"Go back and see what your grandmother is up to, why don't you?", he then
said as he opened the bathroom door. I bounded out and returned to the
kitchen where grandma was putting two cake pans into the oven. She gave me
some cereal for breakfast and afterwards, I returned to my cartoons.

An hour or so later, as I laid on my belly in the livingroom, watching
t.v., my grandpa came in and sat in his favorite chair. He was all dressed
and read his newspaper as I watched "George of the Jungle". My butt was up
in the air as I kicked my feet. contentedly enjoying a birthday morning. I
had nearly forgotten the episode in the bathroom and grandpa never
mentioned it even as he'd be staring at me each time I turned to him to ask
if he liked cartoons, too.

That night, when my daddy got home, we celebrated my third birthday after
dinner. Three of grandpa and grandma's neighbors came over to eat with us
and my daddy had invited three of his co-workers from the auto body shop
over to join us for dessert. I remember thinking that all the men in the
kitchen were so sexy. Its odd to say but even at the age of three, I was
keenly aware of thinking adult men were "sexy" (although I only some innate
of what sex even was at the time). While I opened presents, I remember one
of the mechanics stood up to get another soda and his bulge, in the same
place as grandpa's, looked huge. I was suddenly completely taken with adult
men's bulges. In fact, it's the big gift I still remember from that day. I
have no idea what toys I may have received. Instead, that's the day my love
of men's crotches came into my life.

I played with birthday toys all the next day, which was a Sunday. I tried
to go into the bathroom again when I knew grandpa was in there but maybe
because everyone was home, he kept locking the door behind him.

The following Monday morning, I got up after my daddy had left for work but
before my grandma left for her job. She always made breakfast, which I ate
with she and grandpa. My grandpa was usually dressed but that morning he
sat at the kitchen table in his bathrobe and slippers. I asked if grandpa
felt alright and he said he was fine. Grandma felt his head and said to me,
"He's feels fine. You're grandpa's just feeling lazy I suppose."

We ate as grandpa turned on the morning news on the kitchen t.v.. Grandma
always left the dishes for grandpa to load into the dishwasher, since he
was home all day and needed things to do. She kissed me goodbye and left,
as she always did, for the department store.

I sat there with grandpa for a few minutes watching the news but then
jumped down off the chair and told him that I had to go to the bathroom to
pee. Grandpa pulled his eyes away from the t.v. screen and hesitantly, in a
serious tone asked, "Do you need help?"

"I don't think so", I said, confidently, figuring that since I was was now
three, I could do it on my own.

As I stood at the potty, wearing no top and just my pajama bottoms down at
my feet, the bathroom door suddenly, slowly parted and my grandpa looked
in. I turned and smiled, saying, "Hi grandpa!" I was sort of proud of how I
was able to go all on my own without any help.

He stood in the doorway just looking at me. After a good long while, he
mumbled in a throaty voice, "Well, be sure to pull up those jammy bottoms
and flush when you're all done." With that, he left, leaving the door ajar.

I washed my hands and scampered out of the bathroom directly down the dimly
lit hallway to the living room where I was half expecting to find
grandpa. But he was nowhere in sight. I turned on the t.v. and sat tailor
seat on the floor just as "Wonderdog" began.

After the cartoon, I again wondered where grandpa had gone to. I didn't
even know what time it was but it was under an hour since grandma had left
when I got up to look for grandpa in the kitchen.

But he wasn't there. I peered out the kitchen window but didn't see him in
the backyard. And looking out the living room windows again, I saw he
wasn't in the front yard either.

So I started to call for him. But there was no reply. I went down the
hallway, passed the bathroom to the door that led into where grandpa and
grandma slept. I rarely went in there other than to talk to grandma when
she's change the sheets and make the bed.

I knocked softly on the door and whispered, "Grandpa?" But there was no
answer so I tried the knob. I opened the door and the room was very dark. I
peered in and could hear grandpa's very light snoring. He had gone back to
bed which seemed slightly odd since he never had done that before.

I entered the room and went over to the bed and I don't know why, other
than it was curiosity, but I climbed in. As I laid across a pillow on
grandma's side of the bed, I watched grandpa, who was on his back and sound
asleep. I watched the way his chest went up and down and then lower to see
how the sheet over him bulged somewhat where his penis was.

Being three years old, I reached right over to him and felt his chin. I
don't know why although I suppose it was because I thought he was handsome,
like my daddy. And I loved the way shaved stubble felt on men.

And then I got my very first, good feel of an adult penis.  I started
exploring grandpa's body as he slept. I ran a hand under the sheet and was
surprised to find that grandpa slept without a tee shirt on. He always wore
a tee shirt to bed usually I thought. I ran my small left hand across his
chest, which was all hairy and hard to the touch. Grandpa had a really nice
body even though he was "old". But my daddy always said his dad was built
that way because of thirty years in bricklaying.

My hand explored further down and I felt his hard, strong hairy stomach. As
I left it there, I could see my hand under the sheet go up and down with
each of grandpa's sleeping breaths.

And then I wanted, I consciously remember that I wanted - needed - to
squeeze grandpa "down there" again. It was fun and his bulge had felt so
big and thick on my birthday.

So I snuggled closer to grandpa and hoped I didn't wake him before I could
feel him some more. I pressed into him, trying to get as close as I could
but he still didn't wake up. Being so little, I wasn't thinking and pulled
the sheet widely away off his body so I could better see what I wanted to
see.

Grandpa's bulge was huge looking inside his big white boxer shorts . But he
wasn't erect or anything like that. He was sound asleep! Yet I could see
the mound that his penis made down there and I immediately reached down and
started squeezing it.

It was the newest and biggest thrill of my life to get to play with grandpa
this way. I squeezed and squeezed and groped his huge meat right through
his underpants. It was so much fun.

But I wanted more. I tried to reach my hand into the waistband of his
boxers, not even knowing at first -at that age - that men's boxer shorts
had a big fly to them. I wasn't afraid or anything. Maybe that was due to
my age and not thinking such things could ever be considered to be
wrong. How could something so fun be wrong is the thinking at that age.

I stuck my small hand into the waistband of grandpa's boxers and reached in
as far as I could. It was so warm inside of there and my fingers felt all
this scratchy but soft dense hair. But soon they found this penis.

The shaft was flaccid but super thick and meaty. I couldn't even wrap my
fingers around it so I just squeezed it a little the best I could. And as I
did, I had this revelation as I could see my hand and some of his penis
appear in this slit in the front of his boxer shorts. Grandpa's underpants
had a hole in them. I pulled my hand out of the waistband and discovered
the fact that it was even easier to play with his penis right through the
long, wide slit of his fly!

When I pulled my hand and half my arm out of his underpants, it had caused
his penis to "fall" out of the fly and there it hung, soft and looking
huge. I played with it some more - gently and not wanting to hurt or awaken
him. It looked different than how it felt. It was prettier although
definitely much bigger than my whole hand or even my head!

I had seen my daddy's penis so I knew sort of what an adult man's penis
would look like. And since grandpa was my daddy's daddy, I had to think
their penises looked enough alike to feel familiar with the one in my tiny
hands.

And like my daddy's, there was all this extra skin on grandpa's penis that
made milking it up and down easy and fun - although I sensed I had to do it
secretly as to not awaken him. I remembered that he didn't think I should
be touching him down there from what he had said to me in the bathroom on
my birthday so I kept quiet and played with it where I thought he'd never
know.

As I milked it up and down some with both my hands, I noticed there was a
snap on his fly. I could open the hole even wider! So I tugged the fabric
apart to unsnap the fly. And as I did so, it freed his entire penis and
even displayed some of his very hairy - brown with some gray in it - nut
sac. I traced my small fingers along this huge bag that had a big round
thing inside of it. It was the most fascinating thing bigger than my entire
palm - and he had two of them.

I leaned close to grandpa's fly and looked right at his shaft as I stroked
his scrotum for him. As I did, I thought I saw his penis become
thicker^�just a little. But what caught my notice was there was a thin,
clear line of something oozing out of the hidden head of his penis. It was
like water coming out only thicker.

I didn't know what it was so I put my right index finger into it as it
slowly seeped out of him. I couldn't feel anything really but it certainly
was sticky. I put my finger in my mouth, as would any three-year-old, to
find out what it tasted like. It was yummy (or so I thought). I suppose
some kids just take to the stuff naturally and I was one of those kids. I
didn't think it yucky or anything like that.

I leaned down and put my lips directly on the head of grandpa's penis to
let more of the sweet stuff ooze into my mouth.

And then, suddenly, for some reason, I stopped. I pulled back and sat up on
grandma`s pillow again. I don't know why I did that. Grandpa was still
sleeping. Perhaps I was contented to have played with his big, hairy penis
and to have eaten some of the mysterious fluids which seeped out of it. In
any even, I hopped down from the bed leaving grandpa just like that -
sleeping, sheet off him completely, the snap fly on his boxer shorts fully
open, his nuts and penis hanging there and a bit of precum wetting his
underwear.

I left the room and closed the door.

About a half an hour later, grandpa came into the living room where I was
watching t.v.. He looked in with this very confused look on his face as he
obviously finished up re-snapping his boxer shorts. He looked around the
room and then at me again.

I looked back at him, noticing his handsome bulge some more, still seeing a
damp spot near the fly and said, "Hi Grandpa, you awake now?"

And he looked at me seeming quite perplexed as he seemed a bit
flustered. Hesitantly, he replied, "Yes, yes. I had to get in a few more
minutes sleep." And then he more quietly "Have you been watching cartoons
all this time? I mean, nobody else has been home since I went back to bed,
have they?"

I kicked my feet as I again turned my attention back to "The Jetsons" and
just answered, "Nope."

Grandpa made a confused, "Hmmmp" sound and then said, "Well, I better get
dressed then. We'll go to the park this morning. Okay?"

TO BE CONTINUED
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