INITIATION
Copyrighted 2010
A True Story
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This story, as related to me, describes the circumstances that led to the initial experience of being introduced to the pleasures of anal sex. The names and locations have been changed to avoid any possible embarrasment to any persons. The writer assumes no responsibility for the contents.
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I was in my eleventh or twelfth year when very subtle feelings akin to the urges that dictate a need to urinate became increasingly evident in my loins. The feelings were pleasant, not hurtful, and I learned that these feelings would intensify, if I rubbed my four-inch cock. Once when I was taking a shower the warm needle-like spray was beating on my cock. My cock was swelling and a warm feeling spread all over me. Using my index finger and my thumb, I slid my foreskin back and forth and I could feel my acorn size balls tightened the more I stroked my cock. An intense pressure was building in my loins and the more I rubbed my cock, the more difficult my breathing became. Not knowing what was happening inside of me, and the intense feelings scared me and I stopped.
That experience really scared me and even though the feelings persisted, I knew I needed someone to talk with about how I felt but, I didn't know 'who'. My father was and still is a strong Southern Baptist. Sexual needs or the cause was a subject that was never discussed. Out of fear of severe chastisement and extensive preaching on the sins of mankind, I knew he was not the one. Don't get me wrong, I loved my father but, from all that I had heard from listening too other boys in school, he seemed to be the last person that I could ask for advise.
Karl, a boy the same age as me had hinted about checking to see who had the biggest cock and 'jerking' off to see who could 'shoot' the most 'cum'. I really didn't know what he was talking about but, I didn't want to sound like a jerk so I made an excuse to get out of it although the way he said it sounded exciting and I wondered if it was anything like the times I played with myself.
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When we walked home from school, we passed a large grove of trees that were on the back part of what was called Founders Park. It was supposedly named for the original families that settled what was our town. The town was surrounded by family farms of different acreage and there were two canning factories and an agricultural distributorship plus the usual hardware store, two small cafes, a F.W. Woolworth store and a single movie theatre. The park was used mainly for family picnics, school outings and the annual Founders Day picnic. There was thick folaige around the base of the trees and we had heard stories about people doing sexual stuff in that part of the park.
One day when we were walking home after playing a scrimmage football game against the schools ninth grade class. Karl, a real sports jock, was talking about one of the plays where he knocked some guy on his ass but, instead of listening to him, I was thinking about the boy that had tackled me and how I liked the feeling of his hard body against mine. His jockstrap, like mine, had probably caused the bulge in his groin and I could feel it pressing hard into mine. I felt my cock starting to get hard but when the boy pushed himself up, his groin pressed his bulge harder against mine. When he looked at me, he grinned as he pushed his body upward to get off of me. I rolled over to get up but, I could swear he knew I was getting a hardon.
I had heard some of the older boys in school talking about 'screwing' some girls 'pussy' or that they were so 'horny'they had to jerk off. One or two mentioned getting a 'blowjob if they couldn't get any pussy and hearing that really puzzled me. I hadn't told Karl about the things I had overheard but, the feelings the boy had caused sort of lingered in my loins and suddenly, I blurted out, "Karl, do you know what a 'blowjob' is?"
"What?" he replied in a surprised tone, stopping suddenly and looking at me. "Where did you hear that?" He asked.
His startled tone shook me at first and I hesitated briefly before answering in what I thought was a nonchalant tone, "Oh,I heard a couple of the guys at school talking about getting a blowjob, and I was wondering what it was. That's all."
We hadn't moved from the spot where we had stopped when I startled Karl with my question. For a moment, I thought maybe I had stumped him but, he was thinking before he answered my question.
"Okay, Brandon, let's see," he replied softly,almost too softly. "I've asked you to jerk off with me but you say no. Now you come out of nowhere with 'what is a blowjob' Man, you slay me, you really do."
"I'm sorry about that, Karl," I said sheepishly. "I've been wondering if you would ask me again."
Karl moved a little closer and looked around before he spoke. "We can go into the woods, and if you're serious we can have some fun right now. You've got me all horny talking about blowjobs and if you're ready, I am," he growled in a husky voice.
I don't know why but, I had a feeling from the way Karl had looked around that we were doing something sneaky. I could see the way Karl was moving that he didn't feel the same way I did and I was wondering if he had more experience then me.
I learned.
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