INITIATION
Copyright 2010 By Lee Mariner
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 embarrassment to any persons. The writer assumes no responsibility for the contents.
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Chapter #2
It didn't take very long to learn if Karl had more sexual experience then I did. We had barely gone ten feet into the thick under growth when he stopped and turned to face me. There was a roguish glint in his eyes that I had never seen before and I felt a little apprehensive until he placed his hand over the telltale bulge in my jeans. Grinning and squeezing gently he moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue and asked, "Are you still a virgin, Brandon?"
His directness surprised me at first, and I was unsure of what I should say. We had jerked off together lots of times but neither of us had touched the other the way he was touching me. I saw the bulge in his pants and I wanted to squeeze his cock the way he was squeezing mine but I wasn't sure if I should although I had the feeling that he would not have objected if I did.
Inhaling quickly at the feeling of my cock swelling, a quiver of excitement spread through my body as he gently squeezed my blood-engorged cock. Exhaling slowly, I stammered, "no.. no one has ever touched me like you are Karl."
The grin on his face broadened as he squeezed my rock hard cock tighter and asked, "Do you like the feeling?"
My breathing increased, and the pressure in my groin intensified as he steadily squeezed and stroked my cock in a slow titillating motion. "God," I thought to myself. "If he keeps it up, I'm gonna cum any second."
"Brandon," he said softly, his voice interrupting the surreal feeling of reverie that had engulfed me, "Don't you like the feeling?"
"Yea...yeah," I stammered. "I like it but, if you keep it up, I'm gonna cum in my pants."
Quickly removing his hand from my cock, he grinned as he rearranged the large lump in his pants. "Jesus, Brandon, you must be horny as hell if all it takes is a little squeezing and you're ready to shoot your load," he exclaimed softly.
"I told you no one has ever touched my cock, Karl," I replied. "But, I liked the way it felt while you were doing it."
"I thought you would but, I didn't think you were so horny," he said, looking around us as he continued. " We better go a little deeper into the woods where we can get naked and have some real fun."
When Karl said 'get naked and have some real fun', I hesitated for just a second, a little unsure of what he meant when he said 'have real fun'. But, I wanted to know more about what a blow-job was and why I liked the way Karl's stroked my cock. I fell in behind him and we moved deeper into the woods until we were in a small clearing with several large rocks. The thick underbrush around the trunks of the tall pine trees formed a small alcove. There were a few beer bottles, sandwich and foil wrappers scattered in the grassy areas along with the condoms the foil wrappers must have contained. It was obvious other people had used the hidden alcove for sex and, I couldn't help but wonder if Karl had been there before so, I asked,
"Hey, Karl, have you ever been here?"
"Yeah, a couple of times," he replied as he shucked his book-pack and light jacket.
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It was warm enough to get naked, and I liked being naked but I was still a little nervous. Turning my back toward him, I began to undress. Except for being a couple of months older, Karl was the same age as me. We both had brown hair and brown eyes but, he was maybe a couple of inches taller then me and he was probably five or ten pounds heavier. Our physiques were pretty much the same. We were both wide shouldered with small waists and developing muscles from playing sports and working out in the school gym. After we finished working out, the showers were usually empty and Karl asked me two or three times if I was going to take a shower; hinting that we could check to see who had the biggest cock and maybe jerk-off together. From the little I knew about sex with another boy, I wanted to see what it was like but, I was still unsure about what would happen, and I always had something else to do. He'd shrug his shoulders and leave it at that.
It wasn't as if we had never seen each other naked, we changed into our athletic gear together, and I saw that. Karl's cock was circumcised, maybe three inches longer than mine when soft, and a little thicker. I wasn't ashamed of what I had. My cock was barely a half an inch shorter, if that, and his was only a little thicker. The big difference between us was my cock was not circumcised like his and neither one of us had what was called 'low hangers'. There were times when my balls seemed to hang low and I liked stretching and gently squeezing them but at other times they were tight up against the smooth perineum flesh between them and my pucker hole.
After dropping my book-pack and removing my sweater and shirt, I leaned up against a tree trunk to remove my shoes and then my boxer shorts. I was folding them to lay them on top of my shoes with my other clothing when I felt Karl's arms sliding around my waist, my body involuntarily tensing at the unexpected feeling of his hands moving over my hard, flat stomach.
He slid his fingers into the silky thin but thickening bush surrounding the base of my cock. I was about to object when he pulled me closer and touching my ear with his lips, he whispered, "Jesus, Brandy, I've wanted to hold you like this for a long time, to make love to you."
Karl was telling me things that I had felt and wanted to explore, but I didn't know what to or how to do them. I enjoyed seeing other boys naked but, whenever we were alone and naked a strange, exciting feeling would spread through out my body. But, I never had the courage to go any further than jerking off.
Dropping my clothes, I gripped Karl's wrists and was about to exert pressure to pull his arms apart but I didn't. The feeling of his warm chest against my back was intoxicating, and a tingling feeling was spreading over my loins. I didn't need to touch or even look to know that my cock was rock hard and there was a warm aching deep in my balls.
To be continued.