I often went to work with my grandma, who was a housekeeper and cook for a white well-to-do family. I was about 12 yrs. old (going on 13). I worked, as I guess it's fair to say,as a houseboy on Thurs. Fri. Sat. and sometimes on Sun. after church to help my grandma. The family had two children, one boy 18 yrs old; and girl 16 yrs old. They were basically a nice and cool family to be around sometimes. I always got good hand-me-down clothes from the son. Although some of the pants and jeans were a bit tight fitting, grandma made sure I wore them anyway, to show I was appreciative. Grandma never really paid any attention to the imprint of my stuff showing in some of the pants. But, the jeans really showed and especially when I got hard-ons that I tried to hide; and I got them often whenever I saw the daughter 'Cindy'. Miss Cindy would sure notice my hard-ons and really stared at me ever chance she got. She'd say, "Those jeans look good on you Lee." and I simply say "Thank you Miss Cindy." Generally, I addressed her as Miss Cindy as my grandma instructed me to do, out of respect for the family and all its members. Well, to make a long story short, Miss Cindy got into my pants...not once, not twice, but about six times. She got pregnant (I reckon by me). When grandma learned and realized what was happening, she cried and told my grandpa. He got upset and mad, but didn't say much to me then. I noticed he also seemed to be a sorta scared and neverous acting...I didn't clearly understand why. He and grandma packed a few of my clothes and immediately sent me to live out of town with my mama and step-daddy. I never seen Miss Cindy nor her family again to this day. Not only was she a nice, clean , white girl, she was my first piece of ass; and I must have been the first black boy she had too. She seemed amazed and loved playing with my gentials (in and out of my pants). She even asked me one time if all colored boys were as big and long like me, because she said her brother looked nothing as large as me. I really didn't know what to say. So I said, "I guess so Miss Cindy." I learned she got real wet like and off hearing me call her Miss Cindy, or Yes mam. She'd always secertly say, "Come Here Dickey-boy", when she wanted me to hide somewhere and do her. It's really something, we didn't get caught. Thank God !I may not have been around to write this story. She'd grab my stuff through my pants and say, "How's that feel Dickey-boy?" and I'd say real good Miss Cindy. She'd unzip my pants and put her hands as far down as she could get, trying to pull my hard penis out. I always had to unfasten the top and pull them down because she couldn't bring it up from hanging down my leg. I generally would drop my pants down around my ankles or step completely out of them about to cum all over myself and many times I did. She liked to watch me do that to and then tell me to put it in her. I was always cum twice. She rocked my world! My family never, ever talks about this incident expect one time at a small family gathering. My step-dad made an open remark: "So Knee-Knocker gots a little half- breed running around here" and laughed. Dead silence fell all over the room with a strange,blank look on everybody's face for a mintue. Then grandma stood up from her chair, looked at my step-dad, then at me and said coldly "Mistake number two!" and left the room. Grandpa sitting there in the next second, looking at my step-dad said, "Son, we don't say or talk about those things...so don't you." Then my mother rosed up from her chair, and said, "Joanhas, you need to stop calling Lee, Knee-Knocker. And come to the kitchen with me, I need to talk to you." Joanhas is my step-dad's first name. Looking stupid, he said, "Sorry, I didn't know." and went to the kitchen with my mama. I couldn't really hear them talking to well...but it was heated. Grandpa looked at me just sitting there looking up and down at the floor said, "It's okay son." His eyes got full of water as he continued, "I know you can't help the way God made you, and what you did to that white girl. I don't want you to be shame." Nothing else has ever more been said. To this day, I really didn't understand if grandpa meant being ashame for being hung... or the fact I got a white girl pregnant when I was only 13 yrs.old. I guess my gentials were as large then, as they are about now, the exception now, it's not so easy to get and maintain an erection and cum twice without a short break in between...(Smile) My...those were the days. Young, dumb, full of cum! Believe it or Not. Hope this story wasn't too long. Whopper-lee LPSG Member - Happy Year '07 To All !