Chapter 3: The Awakening

Finally I got home and as I opened the door mother called out “Kevin, Aunt Vi’s here, she’s alright now”.

I coughed and shouted back “Oh good, glad to hear it”, then made my way up the stairs to my room.

My heart pounded as I pictured Aunt Vi telling mother about what I had done to her, but then I thought no she wouldn’t. How could she tell mother that I had done that to her without admitting that she had let me do it, no she couldn’t?

Moments later I heard the front door then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, there was a knock at my door, then a voice.

“Kevin, Kevin it’s me Aunt Vi, can I come in?”

Oh fuck what the hell was I going to say?

Like an idiot I replied “Of course you can just a minute, I’m not decent”.

Hearing that Aunt Vi opened the door straight away!

“It’s OK your mothers out at church, I am looking after your father for an hour, we’re quite alone”.

I gulped, Elvis perked, Aunt Vi moved in with her enormous mouth gaping open like a whale shark. Before long she was sucking the life force from me with those lipstick smattered sink plunging red lips of hers.

She stopped and I caught my breath, “Oh Kevin I want you to touch me again, please Kevin do it again”.

Aunt Vi stroked my face and then said “I’ll let you see my chest Kevin if you do it”.

I stood amazed as she started to unbutton her tight fitting blouse extremely slowly, while looking up and flitting her eyelids. There in front of me was a mammoth pair of tits encased in a large white lace bra, before long it was off.

Aunt Vi pushed me onto my bed and followed bearing her weight on top of me, her tits hung like heavy coconuts right in my face.

I couldn’t breathe, I shrugged inwardly and thought “What the fuck” and grabbed them, I sank my teeth into one of her large brown nipples. I sucked and sucked like a greedy baby, rubbing and jiggling her mounds of flesh.

“Kevin oh’ Kevin yes, Oh Kevin” Aunt Vi breathed.

She then sat upright over me and lifted her skirt, she had no underwear on what so ever, her large pussy was there, just six inches away from my nose.

It reminded me of one of the carpet samples I’d seen hanging outside the Persian rug shop earlier in the day.

Aunt Vi whispered, “Touch me Kevin, now quickly before your mother returns”.

Before I could say another word Aunt Vi moved forward and forced her pussy into my face, I could smell her, wool and lavender and something else. She gripped my head with her hands and pushed me deeper into her, I did not want to be there but it was too surreal to believe. I had dreamt of this moment, tasting a woman, playing with a womans ´moomoo´, but not Aunt Vis´ in particular, it had all been a terrible mistake perpetrated by evil little Elvis.

I pushed Aunt Vi off of me and onto the bed, she laid there looking at me, tits out, pussy showing, it was then that little Elvis spoke “Use the force Kevin, use the force”.

Within moments I was licking Aunt Vis´ hot, juicy pussy. I kept my eyes clammed shut and just gasped now and then for air.

I kept telling myself that Aunt Vi wasn’t that old, not that bad, I mean for a women in her forties, she was like an older but larger Marilyn Munroe.

Surely she deserved a little treat now and then.

I spent what seemed a lifetime down there, fiddling about, trying different things, listening for her reaction, one finger, two fingers, and three, my tongue, pinching, nibbling, biting etc.

This woman seemed to like anything that I did, so I just carried on without thinking.

She tasted strange; I did not know if it was the normal taste of a woman. It wasn’t bad, not really nice but not horrible.

It reminded me a bit of pork rind, no maybe chicken.

Then I felt Elvis straining at my pants, he wanted in, but no he wasn´t getting any action as we heard the church clock chime, it wouldn’t be long before mother was back.

Aunt Vi grabbed my head, pulled me up and kissed me.

“Kevin darling you must stop, I know you want to carry on but your mother will be back soon, quickly!”

She got up and started to put her bra back on, she looked at me all the time, smiling like a mischievous child.

“You’re a naughty boy Kevin you know that don’t you”, I just smiled back and in my most sexy voice I said “Yep I am, women go mad for me”.

She kissed me again then left the room; I fell back on to the bed and let out a huge sigh of relief.

Before long I heard mother and Aunt Vi’ left, I stayed in my room until teatime.

“Kevin I do hope you didn’t mind being left with your Aunt” mother said as she served up tea.

“Nope it was OK, I was reading in my room” I replied while tucking into my sausage and mash.

That night I went to bed earlier than usual, I had to appease Elvis.

Morning came and sure enough little Elvis was awake long before I wanted him to be, annoying little bastard!

I say little, but from what I’d seen on the internet little Elvis was huge, he was a magnificent specimen of maleness, he was my ticket to ride.

The only thing was no one but me knew the size of my nob, no one else had actually seen it, well except for mother and a childhood friend many years ago. I sighed and thought to myself “If we never had to wear clothes I’d be right in with the girlies”.

That was when I had my first brain wave; I needed a way of advertising my wears, a way of letting girls know what I had in my trousers. I sat for a while longer, deep in thought. Then I remembered the t-shirt mother had got me on my 17th birthday. It was a white t-shirt with a picture of me on it and underneath it read “Mummies little soldier”.

Yes that was it, I would get a t-shirt with a picture of my bits on it. Yes that was it, no, no it wasn´t!

What an earth was I thinking?

But I could get some photos to send to the likes of Double Dee Dee, how could I get a picture good enough to use that would be the problem.

I had tried already on several occasions to take photographs of him but he just wouldn’t fit in the picture and the one time I did actually manage too, things had gone horribly wrong.

I’d walked in to the chemist to collect my photos and old Mrs Green had greeted me saying, “Kevin, why it’s young Kevin what can I do for you my boy?”

“Well I have pictures, you know, holiday snaps”, I’d replied trying to act innocent, “I’ve come to collect them”.

Then I’d handed over my ticket stub and waited, only to hear old Mrs Green screech “Oh my! Oh dear these really aren’t what you want in your photo album Kevin”.

Hearing that I froze on the spot, with little Elvis proudly perking in my pants, secretly whispering “That would be me”.

She’d then put my pile of photographs on the counter, sighed adding “These have a red label on them Kevin, they must be faulty, let’s look through them and see where you went wrong”. All I did was cringe and I remembered my face burning up, the beads of perspiration gathering on my forehead.

Old Mrs Green went through each one of my photos one by one “Ah I see what you’ve done, you’ve got your thumb in most of them” she’d concluded smiling.

“Look and they are very out of focus, very dark, I think you may have had camera shudder”.

“Oh erm yes we went to Cleethorpes for the week it was very cold, rainy nasty weather” I’d spluttered somewhat relieved that there had been no clear photos of Elvis.

Then like any other customer I paid for the photos and left.

I swore there and then that I’d never go back, I swore that I’d never venture onto the dark side again, it was all that bastards Elvis’s fault, as always.

Everything I’d ever tried to do with a camera had failed, one time I tried to take a photo while proudly holding my manhood in the shower, but I slipped and went headfirst through the shower door.

The other time I balanced the camera on my windowsill, stood there grasping my dick and the window cleaner knocked on the window. So really my efforts were all doomed from the start, after all I was Kevin Bradstock and nothing ever went right for me.

On the way home I tore the photos up and threw them in the park bin, what a waste of money that was!

At home I watched TV for an hour or two then decided to visit my newly found friend Jack again, I felt sure that he’d be able to help me.

When I got there as usual the café was almost empty, enthusiastically I told Jack about my plan to take a photo of my little Elvis adding “I could get a girlfriend easily if they saw my dick”.

I explained that I´d even considered the printed t-shirt idea.

But he didn’t sound impressed with my ideas, instead he took a long drag of his fag and said “No Kevin you have more chance of being arrested if you do that”. How many other guys do you see wearing pictures of their cocks?”

I sighed deeply; he was right, sulkily I stuck my face into my coffee and muttered under my breath. Jack got up to empty his ashtray then returned saying “Although, the taking pictures of your cock aint’ such a bad idea, I mean it’s the done thing on the internet”.

I grinned and with hope I asked “So will you take it for me? Cus´ I already tried and it comes out all blurry, I’ll go buy a throw away camera from Boots”.

“Nah! I fucking won’t, what do you think I am?” Jack laughed.

He got up, and headed towards the counter, I thought to myself “Oh shit now I´ve offended him, or he thinks am a gay or something now”.

He then dug about under the counter, within a few seconds he came back with a small silver camera and some wires. “Here take that, you don’t need a film, it’s got a delay timer on it and a built in flash” he explained.

I looked puzzled “No film you say, then how do I get copies?”

“It’s a digital camera, plugs into your puter, it´s easy” he said.

Then he started to tell me about how he’d taken photos of some girls he knew.

“It’s easy Kev, point and press mate, then you download them”.

Puzzled I said “Download them” then he explained.

I grinned and said “Ok now tell me more about these girls”.

“Well I meet them at clubs, pubs, in here, ask them out, take them back to my room” he said grinning evilly.

“Then we have some beers and I suggest a bit of fun with the camera and before yah know it, there they are nekid, legs akimbo”.

Stunned I asked “You mean they let you take photos of them wearing nothing?”

“Well yeah, I tell them it’s only a bit of fun and that I’ll erase the pics after”.

“And do you” I enquired.

“Nah! Are you kidding” he laughed, “Come on I’ll show you them”.

For the next hour we sat browsing through Jacks immense collection of dirty pictures, he had girls of all shapes and sizes, all colours.

“Wow I can’t believe this, you say they let you” I said in complete disbelief.

“Yep it’s surprising what most women will do with a few beers inside them Kev, it’s easy, you’ll learn, you just have to gain their trust mate”.

After that I felt as horny as hell, I envied Jack more than ever, shit he had real naked women in his bedroom, barring Aunt Violet I only ever had posters of them in mine. Oh how I began to envy the good looking, free internet, fancy coffee making Jack.

At long last Jack got some other customers and left to serve them, I logged into the chat room that Jack had shown me, I typed in “Kevin 9 inches”, then sat back and waited for a sex hungry woman to take my bait.

Sure enough one did, and then another, then another, it was fricking marvellous.

Just as I was gonna log off, a woman sent me a private message. Her name was “Buxom Brummie”, wow a local woman, so I stayed and chatted to her. It turned out that she lived about 15 miles from me, usual story, unhappily married, no sex in years etc.

Her name was Jane and she was aged 35. We did the cybersex thing then she told me about her fantasy, how she wanted a stranger on a train to touch her up. I suddenly had an idea, I was a stranger, and I could be that stranger.

Over the next hour or so we planned to make her fantasy come true, it was the least I could do, I mean I wanted pussy, she wanted a man.

She said “I want you to be forceful, no sex just toy with me, because if I have sex with you I would feel as though I was cheating on my husband”. I agreed after all it was practice for me, little Elvis could wait for a little bit longer, I was in no rush to let´s say “Wet the baby’s head”.

I adored women, I wanted to have sex so badly, but for now I´d be happy just touching them up.

We planned the event for next day as I wouldn’t be at college, she would be free from hubby because he was working a double shift. I would meet with her on the circular line train, I’d wear a disguise, and she’d be wearing a rain coat and carrying a Sainsburys shopping bag.

The plan was simple, get on carriage three, work my way to the toilet, meet her, do it and leave.

I asked her for a photo so I would recognise her, but she said she had none, so all I had to go by basically was her own description. Blonde hair, petite, raincoat, carrying the bag etc.

After logging off I decided not to tell Jack about Jane, I knew he’d only laugh and make fun of me. I imagined him smirking at me and saying “Not getting any Kevin?”

So instead I made my excuses to leave adding, “Ok got to go now, lots to do tomorrow, essays and lots of college crap”.

That night in my mirror I practised talking tough “You looking at me? You talking to me?” then I went to bed in a highly excited condition.