.TURNING POINT, THE BEGINNING All through life we encounter situations that causes our lives to take a different direction. A turning point that changes our life and set us off in a different direction that we never expected. These stories are all fiction but much is them are taken from true facts about real people. Starting at the beginning of a young boy's life who started out very limited socially and sexually. Therefore the sexual thrills that most readers look for will come about a little slower that most of the stories post on this site.
I does get better and hotter as time goes by.
The beginning Thinking back I can remember things that happened in my life when I was five year old but really nothing before that. So I will start there with some basic details. I have a sister two years older than me and my Mom and Dad.
We lived in a rural area on land my Dad had inherited from his Dad. We called it a farm but only had a couple milk cows, a few beef cattle, some hogs, chickens, and a small garden spot.
My Dad worked in a factory about three miles the other side of our little one horse town. The only other family we had left in the area was my Dad's older brother that lived nest to us in the old home place. He had been married but when his only son was about three his wife just packed up, took the kid and left.
Even at a very early age I was aware of three things. I was the only person in the whole community that like to smile and laugh a lot, everyone over the age of fourteen cursed like a drunken sailor and last but not least I loved touching my cock. Even at five years old I love to take my bath every night because I was always left alone in the bathroom and I really got a thrill out of washing my cock and ass with a soppy wash cloth.
Of course, nothing happened except the thrill I got from rubbing it. Even at our early age my sister and I both had chores and it was just my Dad and Mom's nature the we never did them right. They were on our ass all the time about something.
In all my live I never saw my Dad or Mom smile, hug or show any signs of affection. The same with my sister and as for me, I stayed in trouble all the time because I was always finding things to smile or laugh about. By the time I was eight years old my evening baths were feeling better all the time and even though none of the females I come in contact with wore anything close to sexy I would catch myself staring at the tit and ass areas and wondering what they would look like naked.
Remember I mentioned everyone used a lot of colorful language.
Well, my Mom would often catch me eyeing her tits or ass and she would give me a hard look and ask what the fuck you staring at you dirty minded little shit. I would just smile and tell her nothing. When school was in I would do the same with some of the teachers and if they would catch me looking they would just glare at me, letting me know I had been caught. I don't remember the exact age but I was about twelve when I was taking my evening bath and I washing my cock hard with a soppy right hand and rubbing my ass with the soppy washcloth and everything started feeling better than I had ever felt before.
My cock and ass got more sensitive than it had ever had been. My heart was beating fast and I was breathing head, then all of a sudden my ball started tingling and a clear liquid shot out the pee hole. I was pounding my cock and rubbing my ass with total abandonment. I got all weak in the legs and thought I was going to have to set down. I pumping and rubbing until all the liquid stopped flowing and my cock started getting soft.
At this time in my life this was the most thrilling thing that had ever happened to me. It was one of many turning points in my life. I got out of the shower, dried off, pulled on my boxer shorts and without even thinking I kept the towel with me as I headed to my bed room.
I meet my Mom in the hallway on the way and she noticed I was only wearing boxers and she said what the hell is this, where are your pj's you little shit, what if your sister was to see you like that. I just smiled pissing her off even more.
She called me a fucking little pervert. When I got to my bedroom I really had a big laugh, I didn't even know what a pervert was at the time It was kind of warm that night so I just pulled the covers back, dropped to towel on the floor and lay down on my bed. I was still thinking about what had happened in the shower and without even touching it my cock starting getting hard. Well, naturally I had to take hold of it. I started pumping up and down and as good as it felt it was not quite like when I had the soap on it.
I set up on the bed looking down at my hand going up and down in my cock. I spit on the head and used my hand to spread it down the length of my cock. I kept adding spit until I had it as slick as it was with the soap. It felt great jacking it and I could feel the tingling in my balls and knew it would not be long. I pulled my legs up a little until I could reach my asshole with my middle finger.
I pushed the tip if my finger in my tight hole and that was enough to take me over the edge. I could feel the juice as it started up my shaft and shot out my pee hole.
One shot, two shots, three shots then it was just leaking out and running down over my fingers. It was not quite as much as the first time I shot off but this was up close and I could see it more. I lifted my fingers to my nose and smelled the liquid. There was not much odor there so I touched it with my tongue. I held it in my mouth to get a good taste of it. It had a little salty and just a slight bitter taste but all and all I liked it so I licked the rest of the juice off my fingers and swallowed it.
I scooped what I could off my stomach and put that in my mouth then used the towel to clean the rest of it. This got to be my routine for the next couple of months. Once when taking my bath and one or two more times after I went to my bedroom. About this same time my uncle who lived next to us in the old home place was at our house helping my Dad do some work on the tractor. I was near by doing some of my chores when my uncle said Robert, don't you think it's about time for me to teach you how to fish.
You know there is a nice little lake at the other end of my property and it's just loaded with fish. Your sorry ass Daddy loves to eat fish but he is too fucking lazy to go catch them.
I told him I would love that if it was okay with Dad. Dad said hell yes, he don't have anything to fish with and I don't know if the dumb ass can learn how. My uncle told Dad he had all I would need and he felt sure I would make a good fisherman.
My uncle told me to be at his house early Saturday morning and we would get started. I was up very early Saturday morning, finished my chores and headed next door to my uncles. He was setting on the front steps waiting for me when I got there. He had three poles all rigged and ready to go.
I helped him gather up the poles and bate and made the short walk to the lake. He showed me a good place to set up on the bank. He said it was far enough from the road the no one passing by could see you and it was a good place to relax and have some quite time alone.
He showed me how to bate the hook and set everything for the depth of water I was fishing in. It was not long before I had a bite and he coached me on how to handle the pole to land my catch. He was right, the lake was load with fish. He had a metal milk crate that he had make a top for and had a small rope tied to it that he could use as a live well.
He told me to put my fish in as I caught them then I could keep the ones I wanted and turn the others back.
He stayed there with me for a while then said he was going to head back to his house. He told me he didn't come down to the lake any more, that he didn't care much for fish to eat and his health was getting so he couldn't enjoy the fishing any more. He said at my age and my Dad and Mom being the kind of asses they were he thought I might enjoy a place to get away and my Dad love to eat fish enough that he would not bitch about me going to the lake as long as I was bring home the fish.
I didn't really understand what my uncle was talking about when he mentioned a boy may wanting time alone but it didn't take me long to figure it out. I was up early Sunday morning so I could get all my chores done before we went to church. Yes, I said to church. We had only one in our little town. I guess it was nondenominational because it was the only one in town and it was where everyone went on Sunday morning.
The pastor fit right in with everyone else in the community except he didn't curse like everyone else. He would read some scripture, read what he called the sermon. Pass the collection plate, lead everyone in prayer then move to the doors and nod at everyone as they walked out. No smiles, hugs or hand shakes. Mom cooked the fish I had caught the day before. I had ask Dad if I could go back to the lake after we eat.
He said hell yes, just be sure you bring home some more damn fish and be sure they are cleaned. I eat, changed cloths, grabbed the poles and bate and was on my way to the lake. I had several nice fish in just a short time. It was a nice day with a cool breeze blowing across the lake so I decided to take the lines out of the water and just set back and enjoy the day.
While I was setting relaxing I started thinking about my shower and bedroom fun the night before. I felt my cock start getting hard. I looked around and saw no one could see me from the road so I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and stared pumping away.
I could not get to it like I wanted to so I decided to take my pants and shorts off. I placed them on the grass by the edge of the lake and sit down on then. I spit on the head and got it nice and slick. I spit on my other hand, laid back a little ,reached down and covered my asshole good. I started rubbing my finger around my ass first then started pumping my cock slow and easy.
I pushed my middle finger in my ass to the first joint. This was the first time I had gone this deep in my ass and it felt so good. I pulled my finger out to the very edge then pushed a little deeper. I kept doing this until I had my middle finger as far as it would go up my ass. I hit a spot with my finger and it made me feel like I was going to cum right then. I started pumping my cock again and get a little rhythm going between my cock and ass.
It didn't take long and I was shooting cum shots one after the other. I had pushed my shirt up so the cum could land on my stomach. I pumped my cock and finger fucked my ass until my cock went soft. I first licked all the cum off my hand, sucking each finger one at a time. Then I used my finger to scoop the lines of cum off my chest and stomach then sucking it of my finger, all the while continuing to finger fuck my ass. I was so turned on I was getting dizzy and though I might pass out.
By the time I had all the cum cleaned up and swallowed my cock was hard again so I just started pumping again. My cock and ass was getting a little tender but I couldn't stop.
I was pumping and finger fucking like a person possessed. It was a great relief when I did cum, not as much this time but it taste just as good as the first. I slowly pull my finger from my ass and laid back on the grass relaxing and trying to catch my breath. I thought about what I had just done and wondered if there was truly something wrong with me. Then I smiled and thought even if it's wrong it sure was fun and it could only get better with time and practice and I planed to practice all I could.
Spring turned to summer and a hot one at that. I had found enough wood and post laying around the farm to take to the lake and make me a small shelter down by the lake. I made it low enough that you couldn't see it from the road and I could get under it and be out of the hot summer sun.
The front of it was right down by the edge of the lake so I could set under the shelter and look after my fishing poles at the same time. I had found two old saddle blankets in the barn that had been there for years and I know no one would miss them if I took them. After I completed the shelter I cleaned the blankets and took them to the lake to lay on the ground under the shelter.
I made a small shelf at one end of the shelter so I could put the blanks up in case of bad weather when I was not there. Now I had my own little fishing/play house.
Most days I would get up early, do my morning chores, dig some worms for bate, grab my poles and be at the lake before the morning sun was high enough for it the be very hot. Usually I would fish a while, jack off and finger fuck my ass a while then back to fishing. I would usually jack off two or three time at the late.
Then I would clean my fish, go home an do my evening chores before supper. I continued my night time showers and the jack off at least one more time in my bedroom. It seemed like when I didn't have my cock in my hand and finger or two in my ass I was thinking about it.
I remembered wondering one time just how much of my own cum I has swallowed. Thinking about these things just gave me a good feeling and made me smile a lot. I was home one evening with Mom, Dad and my sister Kay when the phone rang. I was standing next it so I picked it up and said hello. The voice said, Robert this Uncle David, let me speak to your dad right now. I handed the phone to Dad and said Uncle David and he sounds kind of odd.
Dad took the phone and talked just a second and I heard him say I'll be right there. He hung up the phone, told Mom to call Doc Moore, tell him to go to David's right way he thinks he is having a heart attack. Dad rushed out the door and I heard the truck crank and speed out of the yard.
Mom was on the phone for just a few seconds then she headed for the door almost in a run. She told both to stay there and listen for the phone in case some else called. Just as Kay and I walked out onto the porch we saw Doc Moore's car go speeding by and could see the headlight as he pulled into Uncle David's house.
We stood on the porch for about thirty to forty minutes when we heard a siren and then we could see the flashing red lights. We knew it was not good. The closest hospital was about forty miles away and we knew it had to be bad if they had called the rescue squad from the hospital. Kay and I walked out to the road just as the rescue van was pulling out of the drive with lights and siren on and headed down the road away from us.
Dad was right behind then on his truck. Then was saw Doc Moore's car pull out and headed towards us. He stopped at our drive and Mom got out.
I could tell she had been crying and I thought that was the first time in my life I had ever seen Mon show any emotion so I knew it had to be bad with Uncle David. The three of us walked to the house and Mom set down at the table, Kay and I just stood by the table and waited. After a couple of minutes Mom told us that Uncle David's heart had stopped just before the rescue squad arrived. She said they used some kind of thing with pads on and got his hart started again.
They done some other things to him, loaded him on a stretcher and put him in the back of the van and headed to the hospital. One of the men told Doc Moore that his heart was still beating but it didn't look good. It was about three hours later when the phone rang again. Mom answered it and listened for just a minute then started crying again.
She hung up the phone an told us that was you Dad and David didn't make it. Even at time like we didn't hug and comfort each other like most families would at a time like this. Kay set at the table with Mom I just stood at the chair beside Mom. I was crying and so were they.
Uncle David had always been good to me. Never very friendly but that was the way most everyone was it our community. We didn't have an attorneys in our small town.
The closest thing we had was Mr.
Wheeler, a Justice of the Peace. The next day after Uncle David died Mr. Wheeler came to the house to talk to Dad. He told him that years ago he had helped Uncle David with a will.
He told Dad that Uncle David ask him to do some checking to see if he could find out where his wife and son was living. Mr. Wheeler told Dad he found out they were living in New Mexico, that his ex-wife had friends there. He said Uncle David had ask him to try to stay in touch with her and his son but not to let anyone know.
He said the ex-wife had died about a year ago but he had stayed in touch with the son. He had joined the Navy straight out of high school and had made a carrier of it. He was married now and stationed at a Naval Air Station in Florida.
Mr. Wheeler told Dad he had contacted the son last night and he was going to take emergency leave and he would be here some time this afternoon. I could tell Dad was really pissed of. As soon as Mr. Wheeler left Dad started. He told Mom, this is a bunch of shit, that little dastard never done anything for David. Now the son of a bitch was going to come in here and try to run the show. If David had a will this asshole will probably get every thing.
After all we done for David this ass is going to get it all. I looked at Mom and she was nodding her head in agreement. Then I looked at Kay and I was a little surprised, she was looking at Dad and I could see the pure hate in her eyes.
That was the very minute I knew just as soon as I could get through high school my ass would be out of there for ever other, wise I may turn out to be just like my Mom and Dad.
Doc Moore call late that evening and told Dad that Uncle David's son had gone straight to the hospital and had made all the arrangements for the funeral. He told Dad a funeral home near the hospital was taking care of the burial and that Uncle David was to be buried here in the church cemetery. He told Dad the service was set for Friday, two days from now and told him the time and everything.
Dad ask Dock Moore if he knew what the boy was going to do with the house and land. Doc told him that Mr. Wheeler was handling all that.
When Dad hung up the phone with Mr. wheeler he started again. I just went to my room so I didn't have to hear it. The four us went to the church early on Friday. I was hoping the son would not be there. I was afraid Dad would start showing his ass right there and I sure didn't want to be there if that happened.
When we got the church there was only two men there from funeral home. The casket was open for viewing so we walked down to the front. Fist thing I noticed was how nice the casket was and I thought back to one of Dad's comments about the boy would probability get some kind of cheep ass casket.
The funeral home did a good job with Uncle David. He look like he was just sleeping. I couldn't stop the tears, I knew I was going to miss Uncle David a lot. I looked over at Dad and he was just looking down and seem to have an angry look on his face.
I said to myself, Yelp, I got get away from her. I heard voices off to the side of us and I turned to see who it was. I saw the Pastor talking to a tall good looking man in a Navy uniform and a very attractive lady standing by his side. I assumed this was the son and his wife. We got through the service and to the grave side without incident. Almost everyone in the community come for viewing at the church but not many people at the grave side.
Dad, Mom, Kay and I was standing and at one end of the casket and the son and his wife was at the other end.
Doc Moore, Mr. Wheeler and their wives and the Pastor was standing at the side. While the Pastor was reading some scripture I looked up and the son and his wife and I thought he is my cousin and I don't even know his name. He suddenly looked up and our eyes met. I smiled at him and nodded my head. He just stood there looking for a second or two then he smiled and nodded back.