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When I was eleven years of age I was fostered by Dora and Henry. The orphanage where I lived was fine, but I was delighted to have the chance of a new life in the countryside, Dora and Bill had a farm in Scotland. Both of them were very kind to me and everything was fine for the first year, but then Henry died suddenly. Things began to change after that. From the time I arrived Dora had always insisted on bathing me, but I did not mind , I was used to being looked after by females. As a matter of fact I quite liked it. She would take me upstairs to the bathroom and undress me. Then she would put me in the bath and soap me, always with her bare hands never with a cloth or sponge. Much attention was paid to my penis and testicles. During the procedure I would always get a erection. By the time she was finished my penis would be standing stiff and erect. I never felt embarrassed, in fact I loved it when she washed me between my legs. But I always felt strange afterwards, as if something else should happen. I always wanted her to touch it again. I did not know much about sex then, and I knew nothing about ejaculation. After Henry died that all changed very rapidly.
One night about a month afterwards, she took me to the bathroom. She had been acting a little strange all day and was very quite. I could see her watching me and had the feeling that she looking at my groin. The bathing that night took a long time, by the time she was finished my penis was stiffer than it had ever been. She seemed excited and agitated' Normally she would dress me then but not this time. I was surprised when she took my hand and led me to her own room. She closed the door behind her and sat on the bed. I was standing nude in front of her with my penis still stiff. She put her hands on my hips and drew me towards her. " You are so pretty " she said quietly. One hand left my hip and gently grasped my stiff penis. It felt so good, I neither felt embarrassed or ashamed. When she slid her hand in and grasped my testicles I spread my legs wider for her. I could feel her fingers caressing my sac, seperating and pinching the stones. " So big and plump " she murmured, "just like a little boar, like a little boar who has not been cut yet. I hardly heard what she was saying, something was happening to me . Suddenly my penis was in her mouth and white stuff was running down her lips. The next thing I knew I was lying on the bed with my legs open. She was beside me with one arm around my waist. Her other hand was playing with my testicles. She was smiling. " You have such big stones for a boy your age" she said calmly. " You are like a little boar between your legs, a little boar before I cut him with the knife, before I castrate him. Do you know what castraton is?.
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