Author: Lizard69
Title: Sugar Shack
Keywords: M+m, humil, reluc, cfnm
Summary: We all have missed some interesting opportunities.  Sometimes the regret is immediate.  Sometimes it comes decades later.


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   Sugar Shack (MMm, humil, reluctant, cfnm)

   by Lizard69



   Time was really crawling.  I'd stopped by the Jr.  High resource center
after school to look up some info for my homework and got bogged down just
long enough to miss the early bus.  My dad wasn't going to drive into town
and pick me up as long as there was a later bus running.  I could have gone
down to the field and watched the jocks work out.  After all, they were the
reason there was a late bus.  The thing is some of the jocks had their
girlfriends hanging out down there.  Besides being the hottest babes in
school they were probably bored witless by now, and wouldn't pass up the
chance to tease the shit out of a skinny little nerd who didn't look older
than twelve even if I was technically a teenager.

   Walking out to a local fast food joint for a soda still left me with
more than two hours to kill.  I felt the urge to take a dump as I passed
the bowling alley and went in to use their restroom.  Only a couple of
lanes down near the bar were in use and for a minute I considered
satisfying another urge as well.  I'd overslept this morning and hadn't had
a chance to jack off since last night.  A couple of weeks ago my cousin had
told me how you didn't need to be with a girl to lose your cherry.  Since
then I'd been beating off twice as much and I was doing it at least once a
day before.  Imagining what school would be like if I got caught jacking
off in a public restroom was enough to make my dick wilt for the first time
since lunch.  I dropped the idea of trying to jerk it back to life when
somebody came in and took the other stall.

   I thought he was just clumsy as his foot nudged mine while he was
settling in.  When his foot stayed on my side of the partition for a while
I got annoyed and nudged it back.  A little later a sheet of the cheap hard
toilet paper they used there landed next to my shoe and I noticed some
writing on it.

   DO YOU SUCK?

   I was so used to the other kids telling me I sucked at sports and games
and everything else they thought was important I didn't get it at first. 
When I finally realized he was talking about sucking cocks, maybe even HIS
cock, I started blushing so hot I worried that the skin on my face would
blister.  Suddenly developing a rock hard stiffy didn't help either. 
Picking up the note I read it again and then once more almost like I
expected the letters to scramble around until they spelled something
different.  By the time I finished writing a reply my blush had faded like
I'd blown some sort of fuse.  When I pulled up my pants and left the stall
the note I dropped next to his shoe read.

   I'M A PERV BUT NOT HERE NORTH EXIT TWO MINUTES



   He must have made it in half that.  I had only changed my mind about
what I was doing thirty times or so.

   It was weird recognizing a stranger from his shoes before I'd ever seen
his face.  When I did look up that far I was surprised at how normal he
seemed.  "Child molesters" were some kind of shadow monsters that drag kids
into the bushes when they catch them walking home alone at night.  Allen
had a nice smile and playful eyes.  He was like a favorite uncle, the one
that's always willing to put his stuff on hold and come over when your
sitter cancels at the last minute.  As we walked to his car I told him
about a place I knew where nobody went most of the year.  It was also close
enough to my home he wouldn't need to drive me anywhere after we finished.

   One of my neighbors had a large woods full of maple trees.  Years ago
they built a shed in the middle of it where they boiled down the sap for
maple syrup.  The "sugar shack" was the busiest place on earth for two
weeks in the spring when the sap was rising, and deserted the rest of the
year.  Allen told me he'd love to see a place people only go, "when the sap
is rising", but it bothered him that I was so young.  He was afraid we'd
get there and I'd find out I wasn't as much of a perv as I thought.  I
grinned and told him that if he wanted to go for a drive I'd tell him how
my cousin quit being an altar boy.

   My cousin had been an altar boy since we were both in elementary school.
When he transferred over to public school he agreed to keep serving until
the priest could train replacements.  One Friday evening he and another boy
were supposed to show up and rehearse some special ritual for a Saturday
service.  Maybe he had the stomach flu or maybe he just ate the wrong lunch
but when he got home from school he called the priest and told him he was
too sick to go anywhere.  Well, after he laid down for a while and had
something to eat he was feeling a lot better.  He was also feeling guilty
about leaving them hanging, so he went down to the church and let himself
in through the back door of the rectory without bothering to knock.  BIG
mistake!  He was walking towards the office and just about to yell
something and let them know he was there when he heard strange noises
coming through the open office door.  He wasn't really sure he wanted to
see what was going on in there but kept walking anyway.  With all the jokes
people make he half expected to find the other boy kneeling in front of the
priest.  Instead he found something a lot worse.

   It was the priest who was kneeling while the other boy was on his back
on the desk with his legs over the mans shoulders.  The priest was fully
dressed but his fly was open and his hardon was sticking out.  The boy was
completely bare naked.  He was so young he didn't even have any hair around
his little stiffy.  The priest was slowly running the tip of his tongue up
the underside of the boys cock until a drop of clear juice would ooze out.
Then he would swirl his tongue around the head of that little stiffy and
start again at the balls.  The kid was squirming and straining but he
wasn't trying to get away.  He was reaching back with both hands to pull
his butt cheeks wide apart so the pervert could push and twist a couple of
greasy fingers into the young boys ass.  When my cousin got to that point
in the story I jumped up and ran for the bathroom.

   After I got back he kept apologizing for making me sick and I had to
threaten him to make him tell me the rest.  There really wasn't much more
to tell.  My cousin was already backing away from the door when priest
stood up until just the kids ankles still rested on his shoulders and he
put the head of his dick between the boys ass cheeks.  My cousin never went
back.  There was no way he could face either one of them after what he saw.


   Allen kind of took a deep breath and didn't say anything for a minute.
He told me it was quite a story and that priest was one hell of a pervert.
Maybe even the kid was a perv.  But nothing I had said had anything to do
with ME being a perv.  I agreed.  It wasn't what my cousin told me that
made me a pervert.  It's what I didn't have the nerve to tell my cousin. 
As soon as he started talking about the boy being molested I was doing my
best to imagine myself in the other kids place.  When I jumped up and ran
for the bathroom it wasn't to throw up.  It felt like I was having a wet
dream while I was wide awake.  My dick was hardly out of my pants before it
was squirting all over the place.

   He didn't say anything as Allen drove down the final ruts to the shack.
It was locked but I knew which rock the spare key was under.  The whole
building was about the size of a two car garage.  During the off season
most of it was stacked full of empty sap buckets.  It didn't matter that we
couldn't open the shutters with all the buckets in the way.  The roof was
made out of almost clear panels and there was plenty of light inside even
with the door closed.  Leading him down a narrow aisle to a clear space
around a small heavy table near the middle I deliberately stopped with him
between me and the only exit.

   "Maybe you're right.  Maybe I'm not as big a pervert as I think I am.  I
spend a lot of time wondering what it would be like to do stuff with the
girls I know.  Like, if I could tell her to do anything at all and know she
would do it, what would I tell her to do?  It takes about three minutes of
that before I'm hard as a rock and looking for someplace private to jerk a
load off.  To do everything I'd want a girl would have to be a total slut.
I'm not thinking about taking her out on a date or holding hands at a
movie. I'm thinking about a girl who doesn't really know me taking her
clothes off and letting me stick it in her mouth, or her pussy, or even up
her ass.  From the way I've heard other guys brag in the locker room maybe
that isn't too strange.  There's other stuff though, stuff I never hear
anybody talk about.

   "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like for the girl.  At least I did
until my cousin told me about that altar boy.  I could never do anything
like that with one of the guys at school.  Being out here with you is kind
of scary, and really creepy, and well...  kind of exciting too.  Like when
you take a sled to the top of a really big hill, then push off.  There's
that spot where you're picking up speed and start to think maybe this
wasn't such a good idea.  Then you realize that you're going to get to the
bottom of the hill one way or another.  You're already moving fast enough
it would be better to ride it out than try to get off.

   "I'm here alone with a child molester.  It doesn't matter if you're
queer or just like fucking young kids so much you don't care if you're
screwing a boy or girl.  You're bigger than me and strong enough to make me
do anything you want.  That doesn't really matter.  I won't fight it.  You
don't have to get rough."

   Allen didn't say a word as I slowly undressed.  When I got down to
nothing but my briefs, he unzipped and brought out his cock and balls.  He
wasn't actually very big, until I thought about taking it in my mouth. 
Then he was fuckin' *enormous*.  I was also discovering how hard it was
going to be to get bare all over.  It seemed like forever that I stood
there with my thumbs hooked in my shorts, staring at his cock, trying to
work up the nerve to finish.  A clear drop of pre-cum formed on the end of
his dick and started to stretch away hanging by a thread.  Instead of
letting it fall he caught it with a fingertip and smeared it on the head of
his cock.  That's when it hit me that I wasn't trying to finish.  Getting
naked was only the start.  My last scrap of clothing wasn't so important
after all.  It couldn't hide the fact that Allen wasn't the only one hard
and ready.  I had to stretch the waistband to clear my own stiffy as I took
off my underpants.

   I didn't know anything about sucking cock so I just knelt there taking
as much as I could in my mouth while jacking what wouldn't fit.  I tried to
watch his face so I could see if I was doing it right but as soon as he saw
me looking he groaned and his dick started to squirt.  In my pervert
daydreams the dick in my mouth would squirt just enough to give me the
taste.  This was a lot different.  We were still making eye contact when my
mouth filled to overflowing and cum oozed out around his cock until it
dribbled off my chin and down my hairless chest.  Another difference was
how dirty I felt kneeling there drooling cum.  This was WAY past anything
I'd imagined.  If I felt like such a total slut with his cum in my mouth
how would I feel by the time he finished?  What would happen to me if
everyone found out I LIKED to feel this way?

   Allen flopped down on one of the straight back chairs like his legs had
turned to rubber.  I knew how he felt.  I was pretty wobbly too.  While he
caught his breath I dug out a jar of lube I hid here to use for jacking
off. When I got back to the table I noticed his cock was starting to get
hard again, and that he was staring at my crotch.  I hadn't looked at my
own dick since I took my pants off and it was sort of a surprise.  His was
a dick and a half compared to my own four inches and thicker than a pair of
my fingers, but mine was pointing at the rafters stiff as a spike,
twitching in time with my heartbeat.  I'd never seen the little helmet so
swollen and dark.  What really got my attention was the way it was actually
"crying" for somebody to play with it.  The whole underside and the front
of my nut sack was wet from a steady flow of pre-cum.  Curious, I wiped
some up and licked it off the end of my finger.  Allen thought that was
sooo hot!

   I don't think I'll ever want to jack off again as much as I did right
then but there was something I wanted more.  From my first wet dream I'd
wondered if it was possible to have one while I was awake.  Could anything
get me so hot my dick would squirt without even touching it?  Listening to
my cousin got me close.  Letting Allen cum in my mouth got me even closer.
I stuck a couple of fingers in the jar and dug out a blob of grease.  Using
my free hand on the edge of the table to keep my balance, I spread my legs
wide and looked back over my shoulder.  The expression on his face as I
reached back and started shoving that grease up my ass will be with me
forever.  Along with the way it changed as his cock stretched my virgin ass
for the very first time.  Allen wouldn't let me just stand there and take
it.  I had to push myself back, harder and harder, until my hole finally
stretched enough for the head of his cock to slip inside.

   He tried to be slow and gentle, not even stroking at first just
reversing pressure, in and out.  Gradually it started to slip a little in
each direction.  Way too soon the strokes got long enough there was no
doubt at all that he was *fucking* me.  If that wasn't humiliating enough
my own cock was so stiff it would be impossible to deny I was enjoying what
he did to me.  It still hurt, and not that "good" hurt the SM freaks talk
about either.  My nasty daydream about popping my cork without even
touching my dick came true but if I hadn't actually been watching I
wouldn't have noticed.  The cock in my ass pushed against my prostate until
my dick swelled up and shot it's load just to relieve the pressure.  When
his pubic hair was grinding against my butt he suddenly pulled out.  Allen
said I could do whatever I wanted, get dressed, go home, whatever, but if I
got down on my hands and knees he'd fuck me like a dog.

   That's just what he did, and a lot more.

   I couldn't really believe I was actually doing that.  Looking back, I
think he knew.  He kept pulling his dick out and having me get into
different positions.  All the starting and stopping made it seem like I was
doing it again and again.  He kept asking if I liked one position better
than another.  I was horrified when he asked if I was eager to have him cum
in my ass.  Part of me still believed I flat out could *not* do something
like that.  Part of me knew there was no way I was going to avoid it at
this late stage of the game.  Another part of me, larger than I wanted to
think about right then, actually *was* eager for him to cum inside me.  I
was on my back on the table with my feet up "like an altar boy" when he
finished.  There was no doubt in his mind or my own that I really had gone,
"all the way".

   Right before he left he asked me how I liked being a slut, then laughed
when I told him I wasn't sure and he should ask me again tomorrow.  Allen
told me that fucking the same guy two days running was having a boyfriend
not being a slut.  He wrote an address in one of my notebooks and told me
that nobody lived there right now but if I went around back and knocked at
the basement door after school on Friday someone would let me in.  Then he
frowned and told me I should think it over real careful before I went
there. Nobody knew what he did to me today and if he wanted to stay out of
jail he wasn't going to brag about it.  On Friday some other pervert would
be fucking me and Allen might join in or might just watch or might not even
be there.

   I spent the rest of the week thinking about that and a lot of other
things.  The whole idea that I had let some pervert fuck me was sort of
overwhelming.  Did I really want to get fucked like that again?  Cum didn't
taste like anything special and my asshole still hurt two days later.  It
was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me.  Allen wasn't
a friend of mine and I had no idea who would be there Friday.  From what he
said there would probably be more than one.  I was still wondering why I
let one pervert do those things to me, how could I even think about letting
one watch while another one fucked me?  I couldn't stop asking that
question, and I couldn't ask it without imagining how I must have looked
while he was doing it to me.  Nothing could be more humiliating than being
his slut, except maybe jacking off at the thought of another pervert
watching and waiting for his turn.

   Yeah, I had a lot to learn.

   By Friday morning I was a wreck.  Mom almost kept me home, especially
when I told her I was going to be working on a project after school and
planned to catch the late bus.  What would she think if she ever found out
that the, "project", was going to include grown men fucking her son?  There
were a hundred good reasons for me to go home and try to forget the whole
thing and not one good reason for me to go there.

   I went anyway.

   I wasn't even horny when I knocked on the door.  What I felt was more
like the sick excitement of a kid clapping his hands over his face during a
horror movie then peeking between his fingers to keep from missing the good
part.  Just like that other kid I was determined to stay for the whole
show. Allen let me in.  It wasn't completely dark when he locked the door
behind me.  There was a single bulb hanging at the other end near the steps
leading upstairs.  Somebody had stapled black trash bags over the windows.
I noticed they were the only thing that wasn't at least a little dusty and
wondered if they were new.  There wasn't any furniture, just some boxes and
directly under the light an old sleeping bag spread out on the floor. 
Telling me he'd be back in a minute Allen went upstairs and started talking
to some other guy.  I couldn't tell what they were saying but it sounded
like there were only the two of them.

   I can't say I expected better.  I went there without knowing what to
expect.  The longer I looked at it, the worse it got.  An old, stained,
sleeping bag lying in the glare from a bare bulb.  Dust and shadows outside
the pool of light, with nothing but freakin' *trash* bags to keep a passing
neighbor from catching an eyeful.  No man would even *ask* a lady to, "make
love", in a place like this.  Some girl *might* do her boyfriend here if
she wanted to try something sleazy but didn't have the nerve to lift her
skirt behind a dumpster.  A couple of perverts planning to fuck some slut
wouldn't bother to set up anything better.  Something inside me was already
crying like a little girl as I started unbuttoning my shirt.  Allen and the
other guy were coming down the stairs as I asked myself what sort of sick
bastard would team up with a couple of horny creeps to gang rape his inner
child.

   The guy with Allen was old, well, older anyway.  Short and wide, not fat
but stocky, his torso reminded me of that cartoon character, Ally Oop.  His
hair was gray and he was missing the beard.  Also his arms and legs were
more like a normal human, but otherwise he was solid cave man.  Before I
finished getting bare the old guy was repeating over and over, "Man this is
sweet".  Allen replied, "You don't know half of it.  When we hooked up on
Monday the little perv picked ME up.  On the way out to that maple syrup
place he told me a story that damn near had me creaming my jeans.  Then we
get there and I find out that not only is he still cherry, he isn't even
queer, and doesn't care if I am or not.  What the pervert wants is to find
out how it feels to be a slut.  I tried man, really tried, but I'm only one
guy.  That's why I told you not to freak out when you saw how young he is.
The kid's not some starry eyed little puppy with a crush on his coach or
his big brother's friend."

   Phil was the older guys name and the way he smiled at me as he reached
for his belt buckle made me feel like something cold and slimy was crawling
up my ass.  While taking off his pants he kept talking to Allen about me as
if I either wasn't there or couldn't understand what he was saying.  Like
Allen was loaning him some kind of rubber fuck toy.  I guess it was OK.  In
a way I was doing it too.  The dick in front of my face seemed more like a
tool to fuck me than part of a real person.  I got so focused on following
his directions I didn't even think about what kind of show I was putting on
for them.  By the time I was wiping his cum off my chin I knew a LOT more
about fucking men with my mouth.  Allen thought so too when I did him while
Phil was shoving a couple of fingers up my ass.  Phil was talking about
showing Allen how to break me in right when it really hit me how different
this was from the first time.

   Somehow I'd gone from, "never been kissed", to letting a creep stick
anything he had anywhere he wanted, in what seemed like the blink of an
eye. Knowing that real soon now this pervert was going to be fucking my ass
was sending that inner child into hysterics.  At the same time it made me
want to reach down and start playing with myself.  It was even better when
Phil had me lay down on my side then got behind me.  Lifting my leg gave
Allen a clear view of Phil's cock stretching my asshole.  I was so wrapped
up in how nasty it felt to have him waiting his own turn to make me do it
that the footsteps upstairs didn't even register until they started down
the basement steps.  Watching those stairs was a slow motion nightmare. 
Loafers, socks, then a knee length skirt, and a girls voice saying, "Hi
uncle Phil.  I saw your car out front.  Can I catch a ri..." before
trailing off to dead silence.  Maybe it was the way her eyes looked like
saucers but until she said "Johnny?" I didn't recognize her as the girl who
sat next to me in U.S.  History.  Her voice was already high but it went
even higher as she started to back away saying, "Oh my god Phil, you're...,
you're..., RAPING him!!"

   The word NO!  was still echoing off the basement walls when I realized
they were all staring at me because I was the one who yelled.  Pamela sat
down on the steps looking stunned.  She didn't want to believe me when I
said I wasn't queer, but she didn't want to believe that a boy she knew was
laying there naked with her uncles dick up his ass either.  I had to tell
her over and over that I was a SLUT not a queer.  I didn't want to fuck
GUYS but I wanted to FUCK so bad I'd let anyone do it to me.  Slowly her
expression started to change and I didn't have to look far to figure out
why.  The tight ring of my asshole around the base of Phil's cock had kept
him hard inside me even after the shock of Pam walking in on us had wilted
my own stiffy.  Now a familiar stirring was letting everyone know that as
far as my dick was concerned there was some unfinished business to take
care of.  Pam actually laughed when I asked if she could please leave us
alone.  She promised to keep our secret and got up to leave, then just
stood there like she was trying to make up her mind.

   When she finally did say something she blushed and stammered and told us
she'd understand if we said no.  Whatever we decided she'd keep her promise
not to tell anyone.  She felt like a total pervert for even asking but she
might never have a chance like this again and she thought it would be
absolutely awesome if we let her watch.  I hadn't forgotten how to blush
after all.  Pam couldn't see her uncles prick swelling in my ass and wasn't
looking at the growing bulge in Allen's slacks but the strand of pre-cum
oozing from my dick was enough to convince her I thought it was a good
idea. Allen wasn't being any sort of gentleman when he gave her his seat.
He just wanted to unzip his fly and lay down close enough for me to wrap my
lips around the head of his dick again.  Phil went back to slowly pumping
his cock up my ass.  Their hands were all over me.  Well, almost all over.
Only my twitching stiffy was suffering from a lack of attention.

   When I was so desperate to pop my load that even the humiliation of Pam
watching me jerk off wasn't enough to keep my hands away from my cock Phil
grabbed my wrists.  Then everything was happening at once.  Allen's cum
overflowed my mouth to splash across my face and chest.  Phil pinned my
wrists to my sides as he grabbed my hips and finished off fucking my ass so
hard I was glad it was only a couple of strokes.  Pam got to see that a boy
really can cum just from being fucked in the ass.



   And me?

   I got a new best friend.  Someone I can discuss ANYTHING with.  A
pervert with an imagination as twisted as my own.  A fearless sexual
adventurer.  So long as I'm the one doing all the sucking and fucking while
she sits on the sidelines fully dressed, dreaming up ways to make the
action even more kinky.
   The End