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INITIATION
BY JIMBO

I was thirteen and in the eighth grade and feeling pretty grown up. It
wasn't my first experience. Once before, when I was only six, an Italian man
with a pony who took pictures of kids on the pony let me feel his hairy chest
and play with his huge cock until it spurted. Since then I had been
fascinated by cocks. Whenever I was out in public, I looked for opportunities
to see them. At restaurants, at the movies, at the beach....wherever we went,
I found excuses to go into the bathroom and look: under stalls, around
dividers, through holes in the walls. I had even found a public restroom in
the park near my house where I could peek through a whole I had drilled in the
wall that looked right down the long trough where men peed, and played and
fondled each other while I was hidden in the bushes well out of sight.
I was thrilled that pubic hair had finally sprouted around my own growing
dick and had passed long ago that first exciting ejaculation that I had been
wishing for so long. It had come at night as I lay in bed and was repeated
regularly after that often as I peeked through my hole in the restroom in the
park.
I was also curious about the neighborhood boys and whenever possible led
the conversation to growing dicks and hopefully to a session in which we
measured each other's growth and demonstrated that we could ejaculate. I
guess I had looked at and touched just bout every penis of boys near my age
within a six block radius of my house. I had learned that some were cut and
others not. I had noticed that some ball sacks hung low and others pulled up
tight. A study of the penis and the man's body had become my hobby. But I
was mostly a voyeur, not a participant in cockology until Tommy Ragan came
along.
Tommy was seventeen and a senior in high school. He was big and strong,
but I don't remember him as being handsome. I remember him as having a
reputation for being mean. He was a good athlete, but he cheated whenever
possible. He strutted and slugged and frowned and let everyone know that he
was to be respected. My parents had told me to avoid him and his family. His
mother was divorced and his older sister had HAD to get married and everyone
knew what kind of family that would have meant. They lived near our house in
a small cottage on a corner opposite the bus stop. I watched Tommy play ball
and admired his strength and the obvious bulge in his pants, but seniors did
not associate with eighth graders.
So it was with great surprise when one Saturday morning my mother came to
my room and told me that Tommy Ragan was at the door and wanted to talk to me.
When I greeted him, he said he had something private to discuss with me and
could we go to my room. In our house, my two brothers and I were not in the
habit of entertaining friends in our rooms, but since it was Saturday and my
father was also home, I agreed as my parents looked on anxiously.
Once in my bedroom upstairs, Tommy closed the door, sat on the edge of my
bed and began to fondle that great bulge in his pants as he spoke. He said
that he had heard a few things about me and that I might be in some danger but
he was willing to be my protector. My heart pounded. What could he have
heard? Why was he massaging that spot so industriously? What if my parents
came into the room? What if one of my younger brothers had bounded in?
He reached for his zipper and as he slowly lowered it he explained that
in exchange for "protecting" me he would require a little initiation to his
"club." My eyes grew wide. His big cock popped out of his pants and stood up
like a soldier. He made it jump around and I was fascinated and horrified.
What if someone came in. His voice got very soft:
"Go ahead. Touch it. I know you want it. I know you've been watching
it. That's it. Put your fingers around it. Stroke it. Did you ever see a
nicer helmet?
You want to kiss it don't you? Kiss it! That's nice. Now lick it. Lick it
all over. Be sure it's nice and clean. Press harder with your tongue. You
love it, don't you."
My heart was pounding so hard I thought I would pass out. How could I
ever explain this to my mother if she walked in? But I wanted to do it. I
licked that hard cock as if it were the best all day sucker in the world.
Suddenly he stood up, grabbed the back of my head and shoved the thing
right down my throat. I gagged and he pulled out.
"Okay. I guess you'll do. Now listen to this." He stepped back and
zipped that marvelous organ back into his pants. "You're going to come over
to my house. The back door will be open. You walk up the steps to my room
and we'll finish your initiation. Got it?"
I nodded and walked with him to the door of my house. When my parents
inquired, I said that Tommy had heard I was having trouble with my math and
had volunteered to help me. I always had A's in everything else, but had had
trouble with math all my life.
So I made excuses and padded my way over to Tommy's house. The back door
was open and I knew that his mother worked six days a week at a downtown
department store and he always had the run of the house. Once inside, I
looked around. A small kitchen, tidy parlor, two very small bedroom and a
bath were on this floor. Tommy's room was the finished attic. Trembling all
over, I climbed the steps from the kitchen to his private quarters where loud
music blared from his radio.
He was stretched out on the bed...stark naked. I stood in the doorway
with my eyes and mouth wide open amazed at the sight. I wouldn't start high
school until next year and we didn't have gym in grade school. I wasn't used
to other guys naked. In our house we wore bathrobes and had our own rooms.
He had absolutely noting on. My cock was harder than it had ever been and was
bursting from my pants.
"Don't just stand there like an idiot with your mouth open and your baby
prick bustin out of your pants. Get your clothes off and get over here."
"You mean you want me to take off my clothes?"
"Shit yes. Let's get going. You got me all hot and bothered at your
house, now it's your job to finish what you started. Strip."
Shaking all over and feeling humiliated by my not yet developed body, I
slowly removed my clothes. I walked over to his bed naked and stood beside
it.
"You know what to do. Lick it. Lick my balls. Oh yeah. That's good.
Now lick the shaft. Yeah, that's right. Press hard with your tongue. Now
run your tongue over my head. Tickle my head with your tongue. Stick your
tongue in my piss slit. Nice. Very nice." His strong hands came out and
clasped the back of my head and once again he was thrusting his big dick in
and out of my mouth.
I gagged and choked but I learned to relax and accepted the thrusting
deeper and deeper into my throat. To support myself, my hands had gone to his
body and I found myself thoroughly enjoying the fondling I was doing. Then he
began to call out saying,"No teeth, you bastard. Cover your teeth with your
lips and swallow my dick." He thrust harder and harder and then I felt him
explode into my throat. I thought I would drown as spurt after spurt of that
creamy liquid poured down my throat. Then it was over.
I stood up naked and humiliated. "Not bad," he said. "Not bad for your
first time. You'll improve with practice. Now you can beat that thing off,"
he said pointing to my still erect boy's penis.
"It's okay. I can go now. It's okay."
"It's not okay. I said I want you to beat that thing and I'm gonna
watch."
So I began to stroke my own cock as I had been doing in private for quite
some time. I looked at his beautiful body as I did. He might not have been
exactly handsome, but he had the kind of body I always wished for. There was
a little bit of hair in the center of his chest and I just knew that it would
grow and spread in time. I imagined his hairy adult boy as I stroked and then
suddenly I came...all over his torso.
"Shit. Don't you know nothing? Now you're going to have to lick that off
me. Go on. Do as I say. That's right. Lick it off. It came out of you so
it won't hurt to have it go back into you. Get every drop. Lick it all over.
Lick me all over. l Yeah. That's the way. Now let me see what you learned.
Get to work on my cock again."
So obediently I went down between his legs trying to remember everything
he had told me before. I hid my teeth behind my lips so that it wouldn't
hurt. I licked the way he liked and found I liked it myself. He said that it
felt great and I was pleased. I ate away and swallowed his liquid a second
time.
When I stood up, he told me to get dressed and leave. But before I left,
he said that if I wanted to continue to be "protected" by him and not have him
tell everyone including my parents what I had done to him, I would have to
return every Saturday morning and repeat this morning's activities.
That's when I really learned to lie because each week there was a new
excuse for my leaving my own neighborhood each Saturday morning to travel over
to Tommy Ragan's house. Once there I would kick off my shoes in the kitchen
and run up the stairs to his room. Sometimes he was awake and sometimes I
awakened him. But he was always naked and hard and hot. Each week he had
imagined new things that I could do to serve him and I found that I was
spending most of my week looking forward to that week's session.
I remember trudging over there one wintery morning when the snow was up
to my waist relieved to see his mother's footprints going to the bus stop from
the back door. The activity continued for the rest of the school year then
Tommy and his mother moved away. I never did know where. But I had a new
appetite and could hardly wait to get to high school and gym class and gang
showers!


 
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