Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2007 16:46:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Sixty-Four

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Chapter Sixty-Four: Brad's Idol

Pony walked along as though we had all day to reach our destination.  Donny
and I were headed to the private swimming hole we used on our last visit.
Although it was getting late in the year, we were far enough south that the
sun still felt warm on our naked bodies.  I leaned back into Donny and,
where our skin touched, the body heat made us sweat.  The slick movement of
his skin on mine felt nice.  As we rode along I thought about a couple of
days earlier and the sex we had; it was rough, but strangely exciting.  I
also thought about what I overheard Donny tell Uncle Ray.

"Donny, how come we don't ever hang with some of the other guys when we're
here?"

As soon as I asked the question, I could feel Donny get tense.  He took a
deep breath and let it out slowly.  That told me that I had asked a
question he wasn't sure he wanted to answer.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked him.

"Do what?  What are you talkin' about?"

"I felt you get tense and then take a deep breath like you weren't sure you
wanted to answer me.  Is there somethin' wrong?  Is it wrong for me ta be
here?"

"No.  It's nothing like that.  It's just . . . well, I was thinking about
something while we were ridin' along and tryin' to figure out how to tell
you something.  Funny thing is, you just kinda solved my problem for me."
He stopped talking and we kept riding.  After a couple of minutes I decided
to say something.

"And?  Are you gonna tell me what problem I just solved for ya?"  Then I
could feel his hand start to rub over my chest and stomach.  Each time he
touched a nipple, I shuddered.  My body had reacted to my thoughts.

"Well, actually, some of the other guys here have been wantin' to know why
we didn't join in some of their fun 'n games.  The truth about the whole
thing, Brad, is that I wasn't sure you'd like it.  The guys down here don't
play like you might think.  The games we play and the things we talk about
sometimes aren't exactly what you might hear back home.  If you did,
there'd pro'bly be others around that would call you some not so nice names
like queer or fag.  These guys can get a little rough sometimes, too.  You
sure you wanna know about this?"

"Why not?  What's the worst that could happen?  I decide I don't like it
and just leave them to do their thing?"

"Well, not exactly.  You decide ta leave them to do their own thing and
you'll pro'bly wind up getting labeled a wimp and maybe black-balled."
Donny was serious.  The look on his face said he really was concerned.

"How 'bout instead of leavin' me guessin' what we're talkin' about, just
tell me," I suggested as we got off Pony.

Before he started talking he moved over to sit on the ground and lean
against the tree.  I sat in front of him and leaned back.  Again, he rubbed
his fingers lightly over my chest and stomach.

"Brad, it works like this.  You remember Ray saying that he wanted you to
learn how other kids did or handled things?  Well, down here, things are
different.  Face it; we are different than most other kids.  How many other
kids do you know that run around their house naked all the time, not
countin' Larry or Ben, or take weekend trips to a nudist camp?  Not many,
I'd bet.  In other ways, we're a lot like other kids.  For instance, all
boys go through puberty and all boys get horny and like getting their rocks
off."  At this point I could feel him laughing a little, and I was, too.

"Well, there's one big problem naked boys have that clothed boys can
usually hide.  When you get horny your pole usually lets the whole world
know.  When you're naked, there's no hiding it.  Rather than feel
embarrassed, we accept the truth of the matter and have fun.  We aren't
ashamed of ourselves, our bodies, or doing what comes naturally.  We do
things like circle jerks.  We do it now; our fathers did it before us, and
so on.  It's all part of the way we live.  Understand?"

"Yeah, and I got no problem with that.  But, you still didn't answer my
question.  How come we don't hang with the other guys?"  I knew the answer
had to do with what Donny and Uncle Ray said about protecting me and seeing
to it that I didn't get hurt.  Why did they think I might get hurt?

"Be patient.  I'm trying to explain all this so you understand and I'm not
sayin' anything that'll scare ya."  He was doing real good up to that
point.  What went on around here that might scare me?

"You see, any boy that lives here or visits here a lot and wants to hang
out with, I guess what you'd call the regular guys, well, they go through
an initiation.  If you don't pass or if you wimp out, then as far as
they're concerned you can stay with the baby crowd.  You remember Wednesday
morning when I came over and found you doin' that Tom Cruise thing in front
of the patio door and told ya how hot ya looked?"  I nodded.  "Well, these
guys think sex like we had after that is normal.  I mean, they get real
serious 'bout getting their rocks off."

I watched his face, particularly his eyes, for any hint that he might be
bull-shitting me.  There wasn't the slightest hint of a twinkle in his eye.

"Did you go through the initiation?"  Sounded like a dumb question, but I
had to ask.

"Yeah; twice, but I guess the first time didn't count.  Ya see, they have
these things they do to ya that are written on paper and put in a bowl.
You pick out a piece of paper, and that's what happens.  It'll not only say
what, but for how long.  Trick is, out of all the papers in the bowl, one
of them, only one, says you get a free pass.  My first time, I got the free
pass.  Some of the guys thought that was bull 'cause nobody else ever got
it.  Some said it was rigged 'cause my family owned the place.  So, I did
it twice.  It wasn't too bad.  The way it's done, it can last for thirty
minutes up to three hours."

"Three hours?!  What can they do to ya that'd take three hours?"

"I'm not supposed to tell ya, Brad.  I will tell you this much.  They take
you to a spot not far from here where's there's a bunch of trees.  They tie
your hands up to one of the branches and you stand there.  The first ticket
you pull says for how long and what the conditions are.  From there on,
it's up to the papers you pull from the bowl.  I'll also tell ya a lot of
the papers have water sports printed on 'em."

"What do ya mean by 'water sports'?"  I had no idea what he was talking
about.

"Water sports is when they stand back and take a piss; you're the target.
Another way is they put a jar or something in front of you and you gotta
stay there till you pee out a certain amount.  Maybe it all sounds kinda
stupid, but that's the way it happens here."

He was right, it did sound kinda stupid, but funny at the same time.  When
I thought about it and pictured it in my mind, I thought it sounded kind of
exciting, too.  Exciting as long as nobody got carried away with whatever
they were doing.  I remembered asking Uncle Ray to tie me to the bed a
couple of times.  It was exciting, in a different way, to have him pleasure
my body and I couldn't move or do anything.  But, that was with Uncle Ray.
Doing that with kids that liked rough sex might be a little different.

"Who thought up all this stuff?"

"Don't know.  My dad told me it's been like this since before he was born.
Guess you call it like a tradition.  Oh, there's one other thing you should
know.  The last ticket you draw, it'll say either 'fuck' or 'suck'.  That
means you get fucked or you suck all the guys off.  It's rigged so most of
'em say 'fuck'.  Then the guys draw straws to see who gets the honor.  They
keep hopin' to get a virgin one day.  Still interested?"  I just looked at
him.  I was sure he was full of it, but he didn't show the slightest sign
of kidding.

"And you really went through this?"  He nodded.  "When would I have to do
all this?"

"Well, I understand from talkin' to Greg that they're doin' one this
mornin'.  I could ride over there and ask 'em if you want.  It's all up to
you."

"If I don't do this, then does anything happen to you?"

"Nah, why should it?  All I'd have to do is just not hang with the guys
when you're here.  No big deal; I'd survive."

"I don't know, Donny.  All of it sounds pretty excitin' 'cept for lettin'
somebody fuck me.  I'm kinda funny 'bout protecting my treasure.  If I
choose to blow 'em, how many is there?"

"I don't know how many guys would be there; usually there's only about
six."

"SIX?!  What do those guys think I am?"

"There is another way; you can opt out to pick another ticket for them to
do something to you and then you can either choose who gets your ass, or
cut the number of blow jobs in half.  Right now though, I'd have to find
out if they'd be willing to do another initiation today.  It'd probably be
this afternoon.  Your call."  I just smiled that smile that said one of my
fantasies was about to come true.  I was going to take the extra draw and
knew who I was going to choose to get this treasure.  Besides, Donny
promised Uncle Ray that he'd see to it that I wasn't hurt.  I didn't have
anything to lose.

We rode over to the area where they were initiating this kid that looked
about my age and build.  His tan wasn't as good as mine, so he must have
been new.  Donny didn't lie; they had his hands tied to a branch and he was
wearing a mask.  I stayed behind some bushes and watched the guys tie his
hands and then they tied his feet to some tent pegs.  I could handle the
whole scene until I saw this one kid drop a big paddle and what looked like
a short whip on the ground.  These guys were nuts.  What happened to the
'not getting hurt' part?  Donny never said anything about paddles and
whips.

I told Donny there was no way I was going through some kind of initiation
where somebody might use a whip on me.  It wasn't going to happen.  He told
me to relax because the rule was they couldn't hit any harder than
absolutely necessary to make the lightest mark.  It wasn't any worse than
how he'd seen Uncle Ray smack me playing around.  He promised me that he'd
be there and if somebody did try anything that might hurt me, he'd stop
them 'cause he didn't like that kind of crap either.  That wasn't a whole
lot of comfort; too many 'ifs', 'mights' and what did he mean by 'mark'?

We headed home for lunch. When we got there he told me I shouldn't eat
anything but might want to drink plenty of water in case I had to fill a
jar.  The other thing I'd want to do was make sure my insides were clean.
If one of the guys stuck something up my butt and it came out brown, I'd
never hear the end of it.  Like, I was really supposed to care?  I was more
concerned with the condition of my butt.  Of course, if I was going to let
Donny take me, I preferred to be clean for him.  Him taking me was the only
thing that kept me going with this initiation thing; it also kept me in a
bit of an embarrassing display.  When we left I made sure I was wearing my
good-luck ruby, just in case.

                                                 ****

When we got to the place, six other guys were there.  One of them held
wrist cuffs and some rope; I knew what they were for.  As I stood there
watching them, and they just stared at me, I was ready to bolt.  They could
do whatever they wanted; I didn't need to come back here.  I had a problem
though; Donny had vouched for me and put his reputation on the line.  If I
bolted, he was screwed.  As a teenager, your reputation is everything.  I
felt trapped.  I wasn't sure I wanted to go through with this, but I didn't
want to let Donny down either.  The guys came up and surrounded me.

"Brad, I'm Greg.  I'll introduce you to the rest of the guys if you pass.
If you don't pass or if you wimp out, their names won't matter.  Donny says
you're a good guy and know a lot of the stuff we like ta do.  Did he tell
you sometimes we like to do circle jerks, or daisy chains, or have an
orgy?"  I just stood there looking at him and nodded.  It all sounded
exciting and was definitely new to me, but I just came here to have some
hot sex with Donny.  I started asking myself how I got in this predicament.

I looked at each boy.  Their deep tans said they'd been here for a long
time.  The boy from this morning wasn't here; did he wimp out?  As I looked
at each boy, I realized that each of them was just plain hot.  None of them
had any fat on them and they were just old enough that their muscles were
becoming nicely defined.  Greg, the one who spoke to me, was nothing short
of gorgeous.  The guy looked like he was biracial because of his dark
complexion.  His tan was an olive brown that made his perfectly straight
pearly whites stand out between pencil lined lips.  A sharply defined nose
like you see on Greek statues was flanked by hazel-grey eyes that sparkled
with mischief; or was it trouble?  His sun-bleached hair was a little short
and curly, almost kinky.  His pecs were outlined nicely, accented by nickel
sized nipples that were just a little puffy and begged to be mouthed.  His
body was as gorgeous as his face and supported a sausage any boy would love
to have, and have in more than one way.  I couldn't help but wonder what it
would feel like to let him stuff me.  God!  My mind was getting all fucked
up looking at these guys.  They were about to initiate me, maybe inflict
some real pain, and I was thinking about having sex with them.  My mind was
getting warped.

All these boys looked like statues come to life, even the littlest one.
Dimpled butts, defined muscles, bright smiles and eyes that danced with fun
and mischief.  I started getting hard just looking at them.  I even thought
about letting one of them, hell sooner or later maybe all of them, take my
butt.  When I looked at the last kid, who didn't look to be the oldest, I
would have dropped my dentures if I had any.  That kid had to have gone
through plastic surgery.  No way any kid could have a sausage that big
around.  Then I thought about Ben and Larry.  Ben's was almost that big and
Larry loved it; I wondered.  Then I wanted to kick myself in the butt.  I
was thinking like a slut.  That was Larry's scene, not mine.

"Alright, this is your last chance.  You wanna do this or you wanna go play
with the little kids."  My mind focused back on what Greg said.  I just
looked at him and gave him a contemptuous snicker.  He had to be kidding.
Rather than answer, I just held my wrists out.  I could take anything they
wanted to hand out, I wasn't a wimp.  Next thing I knew they had put the
cuffs with the ropes on me and tossed the ropes over the limb.  I did well
until this one kid walked out carrying a big paddle, a short whip, and a
bowl with clothespins and a butt plug.  I looked hard and didn't see any
KY.  There was a black mask and that was the last thing I saw as the mask
was slipped over my head.  My legs started to shake and I needed to pee
real bad.  I stood there for a minute and then felt my legs being pulled
outward.  When I felt the cuff on my ankle, I knew I was being tied to the
tent pegs in the ground.  I was spread-eagled and at their mercy.  I took a
deep breath and tried to prepare myself for whatever they did.

"Okay, Brad.  Donny said he explained to you about pullin' the slips from
the bowl and what happens at the end.  You have to choose now.  You can
pull four slips from the bowl and at the end its get fucked or give us all
blow jobs.  The other option is to pull five slips from the bowl and at the
end you choose who pops your cherry or which three you give blow jobs.
What's your choice?"  This kid must think I'm a virgin; 'pops my cherry'?
My knees were shaking so badly, it was a good thing I was tied up.  I could
also feel the sweat pouring off me.

I told them I'd pull five slips and I choose what happens at the end.  I
knew what my choice would be and the thought was exciting, but that didn't
matter now.  It wasn't exciting enough for me to start boning up, or was it
scary enough to keep me from boning up?  I was just praying to survive to
the end.  I pulled the first slip and felt somebody take it from me.

"His first slip says forty-five minutes, cotton in his ears and he has to
fill the mayonnaise jar half way with his piss."  That sounded pretty good.
"Oh, and anybody can play with him any way they want to for the next twelve
minutes; then he pulls another slip.  Now, while the guys have fun
exploring your body, I'm gonna tell ya how all this is set up."  I tuned
him out while I tried to listen for the other boys.

Play with me?  How?  I heard a bunch of moaning and complaining about how
the last three boys had all been less than an hour.  They started arguing
over changing the slips or making a new rule that initiations were a
minimum of an hour and a half.  Fine; just change it on the next guy, not
me.

I felt the jar as they covered my package with it and then pulled it
away. With cotton in my ears I couldn't tell who was talking, but I did
make out that they were going to put the jar on the ground in front of me
and I should just pee whenever I felt like it.  How was I supposed to know
when I was hitting the jar?

I sensed more than felt somebody behind me.  Suddenly, I remembered the
butt plug in the bowl.  I also remembered that I hadn't told them that
playing didn't mean they could stick something in my butt; it was off
limits.  Soon, almost an eternity later, I felt fingers running up and down
my sides.  They barely touched me, causing me to get goose bumps.  Who-ever
was doing this didn't mind playing with my nips either and tickling my
butt.  The really rough part was when they touched the inside of my legs.
I felt like I was getting hard, then soft, then hard again or somewhere in
between.  My body reacted by jerking some with the shivers.  Then, without
warning, somebody grabbed my balls and squeezed them.  They didn't squeeze
hard, but I was waiting for it to happen and prayed I'd survive.

"Brad, part of the initiation is for you to learn about our philosophy of
nudity and team work.  Last school year we were required to do some
research into ancient civilizations.  My research partner and I did Sparta.
What we learned was very interesting and verified a lot of what some of our
dads had told us.  Of course, when our dads told us, we thought it was a
bunch of trumped up bullshit.  Guess what?  It wasn't.  Sparta was located
on the lower end of Greece, where the Olympics originated.  Maybe that's
why they liked for the guys to go around naked; we don't know.  Anyway,
when a boy was seven or eight years old, he was taken from his family and
put in a nursery.  The job of the nursery was to teach the boy to be
independent and toughen him up. The way they did that was to . .  sorry,
time for another slip."  It got quiet and I felt the bowl pushed against my
hand.

 "His second slip says for the next ten minutes it's water sports.  Of
course, that's on top of playin' with his body."

Again, I felt somebody behind me.  They wrapped there arms around me,
nibbled my ear and I knew I was going to get branded as hard as they sucked
on my neck.  This I could handle; I was really getting into it until I felt
this stream of warm liquid run down my crack and my legs.  Gross!  Gross!
Gross!  I must have been insane to do this.  Then I felt it hit me from the
front and sides.  I wondered who'd want to give me a blow job after this.

"Back to our history lesson and philosophy," Greg kept talking.  "The kids
were taught to fight.  If you cried or quit during the fight, you got
punished severely.  To them, severe punishment meant a caning or whipping.
Here, hold this for me, okay?"  I felt something wrap around the back of my
neck.  It only took a moment to realize somebody had draped that damn whip
around my neck.  I thought I was going to empty my bladder right then, but
I remembered that Donny was there for me.  He was there, right?

"From age eight on the boys went naked.  They were taught to not be ashamed
of themselves, but to be proud of who and what they were.  It was okay to
lose a fight, but you didn't quit or cry.  You didn't show mercy either.
If you got on top of the other guy, you beat the shit out of him so he knew
he'd faced a Spartan.  Understand so far?  If I had to explain it another
way, Sparta didn't put up with wimps!  We don't either."  Again, it grew
quiet and I could feel what had to be the whip slide back and forth.
Somebody grabbed my nips and twisted them, hard.  When I tried to pull
back, I backed into something behind me that was aimed right at my crack.
I wanted to cry out, but how serious were they about this Sparta thing?
Cry out and risk punishment?  UH-UH!  This was getting crazy.  If I hadn't
been clean I know I would've dumped a load right then and there.  My
stomach didn't feel right.  Greg said it was time to pull another slip.
Damn, that meant twenty-two minutes had passed; I was half way there.

The third slip said they got to 'do a job' on my nips.  They already tried
twisting them off!  I wanted to know what 'do a job' meant, but when I
asked, no one answered.  I felt somebody behind me and somebody in front.
Next thing I knew they were pinching and twisting my nips' plus, something
was pushing at my crack.  They didn't pinch real hard, but enough to make
them ache and burn; I couldn't help but whimper.  Suddenly, something made
them sting real bad and I took in a sharp breath.  Somebody or something
had my nips and wasn't letting go.  I remembered the clothespins.  Damn!
They attached clothespins pins to my nipples!  The sadistic assholes!  When
I thought I might have to quit, they let go and I felt a nice warm mouth
over one nip, then the other.  Soon the ache was gone and the licking felt,
oh, so good.  I started boning.  Greg kept going.

"After they'd been toughened up and were used to being without a family,
they were taught that the other guys in camp were their family.  They had
to learn to work together, play together, live together.  At age twelve
they were assigned to a warrior or soldier to be the boy's mentor.  The
mentor was to teach them how to fight in battle.  He also taught them that
cowardice and weakness were disgraceful; better to be dead.  If they didn't
obey commands without hesitation they were beaten with a whip or cane; if
they cried from the pain, the punishment was more severe.  The boy was to
serve his mentor in every way.  Bluntly, he became his mentor's boy.  The
boy polished the armor, sharpened blades, and worked to earn the privilege
of sleeping with his mentor.  If he didn't earn the privilege, then he was
fair fucking game for all, including other boys.  Wait!  Time for another
slip."

The fourth slip said they could tease my ass and I was to get three swats.
I remembered the paddle and it was all I could do not to ask them to let me
go.  The mask turned out to be a blessing then because I felt like I might
tear up.  These guys didn't know how much I feared a belt or anything else
hitting my butt.  All I could picture was my dad doing a job on me.  When I
felt a finger run up and down my crack, I shivered and broke out in a
sweat.  Suddenly I felt a 'whack!' It stung, and not just a little bit; I
yelled.

"He yelled out.  Brad, you didn't learn from the story.  You gotta be tough
and take it.  Add one more."  What the fuck!  Add one more, my ass.  WHACK!
It hurt worse than the first one, but I bit my lip.  Oh man, my butt
burned.  This wasn't supposed to hurt.  Greg kept going like nothing
happened.

"Anyway, any kid worth his salt learned to take it without complaining and
became one of the most feared soldiers in the world.  Not only that . ."
WHACK!  Oh shit!  "not only that, but he was lucky enough to teach some of
the strongest and most beautiful boys in the world about male to male sex.
Can you imagine . .?"  WHACK!  Alright, that was the last one.  My butt was
burning so bad, but what really got to me was that I went rock hard.
Somebody had fucked around with my mind.  I'm not Larry!  "As I was saying,
can you imagine what it would be like to parade through town stark naked,
with a magnificent body, and protected by one of the most respected
soldiers in the world?  They were family."  WHACK!!  Oh, God.  That was
four, not three!  "That was the one we added for you yellin' on the first
swat," Greg commented and then continued like nothing happened.  "The boys
thought it was a privilege to share their bodies with a man and with one
another.  That's what we do here, we share ourselves with one another and
we protect one another.  We're also very proud of our bodies and our
nakedness."

 "Okay, time to take the oath.  Brad, repeat after me."  I listened, but it
would have been a lot easier if I didn't have cotton stuck in my ears and a
burning ass.

"I, Brad, do swear, on penalty of a train fuck, or worse, that I will never
tell people outside our camp, what happens in our camp, including any fun
or games we may have, which may include sex.  When playing sex games, I
agree to give equal to what I take.  I will not tease or make fun of any
boy because of the size, or lack of size, of his tackle.  I will take pride
in my body and my nude family."  That sounded reasonable.  If I got a blow
job I was willing to give one too.  I did try to make a note to ask what a
train fuck was.

I took the three, actually four, swats.  The mask turned out to be a
blessing because it helped hide my fear.  Then I remembered the whip around
my neck, but it was gone.  I was just thankful they used the paddle and not
the whip.  When it was over I realized it wasn't as bad as I thought, but I
was glad that part was over.  My butt did sting, but it had stung worse
when Uncle Ray was just playing with me.  As I hung there, feeling at their
mercy, I realized that somebody had been playing with my mind.

A finger ran up and down my crack, I shivered and waited to learn what they
would do to me.  A squeeze and my balls let me know somebody was playing
with them.  Then a finger, or something, started teasing the head of my
manhood.  There was a whisper in my ear; something about my bubble butt.
What about my bubble butt?  Who was saying that?

"Hey, Brad." Again, I couldn't recognize the voice.  "Man, you hadn't
pissed in the jar yet.  You gotta pee in the jar or just keep hangin'
there."  I started concentrating real hard on emptying out the two gallons
of water I knew I drank for lunch.  My burning butt made it a little
difficult.  Another slip to draw.

"Remember guys, he chose to pull five slips so he could choose the end.
Here goes."  There was a slight pause.  "Wow!  You gotta tell us about the
hottest sex you ever had and make it good.  If you don't get us all hard,
then you gotta tell us another one until we do get hard."

"Sex, hell, I bet he's still a virgin."  I couldn't recognize the voice; he
laughed, the ass- hole.  He wished, but I had it on him.  I knew who was
going to get this piece of ass.

I told them about a very special person that meant the whole world to me.
He was somebody that demanded very little of me but went out of his way to
make sure I enjoyed myself.  I described the powder rub downs in detail;
each touch of a nip or each time his finger traveled up and down my crack.
They knew about each moan and whimper and how I'd turn into his wet puppy.
I told them how during one of the rub downs he put a finger in my butt and
massaged my prostate and I begged him not to stop because it felt so good.
I could remember it like it happened only yesterday and how much I enjoyed
it every time I remembered it.  One of the best parts was always at the end
with the lights out and my mind floating in a pool of sexual bliss; he
cradled me in his arms and carried to bed.  The moans and exclamations I
heard during the finite detail said if they weren't hard at the end, it
wasn't because of anything I did.  Then I realized that I had definitely
gotten myself worked up.  I could handle some relief.

"Brad," I recognized Donny's voice as he pulled the cotton from my ears.
"You don't have to do this last part.  I can get you out of it.  I know you
want to protect your hole, and besides, four of the guys just blew a load
listening to the story.  That was great man, great."  He stood in front of
me and I could feel his arms wrap around me and settle on my now sensitive
butt.  "Are you okay?  I'm sorry; I didn't know they would swat you so
hard."

"Donny," I spoke softly so only he and I could hear what we said to one
another.  "There's no way I'd even consider not doin' it.  These fuckers
think they can make me wimp out; they can think again.  I'll hold my own
with any of 'em.  Sparta, bull shit!" I took a deep breath.  "Besides, what
I had on my mind since we left home, was how I was gonna get you to fuck
me.  I've been wantin' you to do me for a long time, 'specially since last
Wednesday when we had sex.  I just always kinda felt like, you know . . ."

"I know," he told me.  "I've thought you were one hot dude since we met.  I
figured out real quick that you and Ray went at it and I know who gave the
powder rubdowns; you could hear it in your voice.  The other guys don't
know though; they'll think it was me and we're gonna leave it like that.
You sure you want to do this?"  I didn't have to answer him.

He untied my wrists and held my arms behind me.  I felt his breath on my
cheek just before his lips touched mine.  I could feel his rod press my
package.  The warmth and the sweat coming from his body got me so horned up
I was worried about holding off.  We took a few steps with him pulling me.
I followed him down to his knees and then he laid me on the ground.  I
still had the blindfold on; which added to the experience.  His lips left
mine and he began to make love to my neck and ears.  The way he touched me
told me he was the one standing behind me earlier.  I whimpered and began
to squirm.  He suckled a nipple and my back arched.  When I remembered the
size of his dick, I knew that I wanted this; I wanted it bad.

When did he let go of my arms?  I didn't know.  When his lips touched my
other nipple, I instinctively reached up and put my hands on the back of
his head.  I felt a hand on each cheek as he lifted my butt into his lap.
My legs wrapped around him and pulled him to me.  I was unaware of anything
else around us.  This was my fantasy.  I was going to get plowed by my best
friend; at least, by my best friend my age.  I trusted him, but I didn't
love him; this was different.  This was fucking for the sake of enjoying my
body.  At least one finger entered me and I arched my back as I moaned my
pleasures.  The second finger was rewarded with a squeal of delight.  God,
he had talented fingers.  He knew where to touch and stretch and he just
kept going.  When I reached for the mask, a hand grabbed mine and pulled it
away.

His weight shifted.  With his fingers working and stretching my insides he
leaned over and kissed me again.  When he whispered in my ear and asked if
I was ready, I nodded.  When he asked me how I wanted it I told him to
please himself; I could take all he had any way he wanted.  The head broke
through the sphincter and he let it rest a moment.  He first warned me and
I braced myself, then I pushed out.  He rammed it home; one hard thrust.

"AAAAAHHHHH!  Moooo-ther fuck! . . . yeah . . ohhh yeeeaaahh . . . nice
. .man .  .nice."  I bounced off the ground, then I lay there and tried to
catch my breath.  The pain was sharp, but it was good.  He had a firm grip
around my hips so I didn't bounce away from him.  The pain quickly became
pure pleasure.  He definitely was big enough to stuff my insides.  I felt
like a stuffed turkey ready to be enjoyed.  He must have felt that I was
ready to be enjoyed because he didn't waste any time.

He gave me what I asked for and then began to give me a royal screwing.  He
drove it deep, then shallow.  He rammed it in and withdrew easy.  He
creeped in and then popped it out and rammed it in again.  I cried out and
begged for him to pound my ass.  How long did it take him to learn to screw
like this?  Who taught him?

"Fuck me . .hard . . . plow me man . . fuck me good . . .oh . .oh
. . . .aaaahhhh shit! .  .pound me . .yeah . .take me . .take me . .ugh
. .ugh . .ugh . .ugh . .ugh . ugh . ugh .go man, plow my ass, hard!
. .ohhh, fuck!"  He found my magic spot and hit it with every thrust.  "Oh
God! . . .yeah! . .aaaahhh! . .aaahhh! . .yeah!"  The sounds emanating from
me become one solid whimper and moan of pure sexual pleasure.  He fucked
like an animal and I wanted more.

My back was arched so that I nearly stood on my head; my arms flew
everywhere.  Sweat poured from every pore in my body.  I used my legs to
pull him into me and then I felt him hitting me harder and faster; one of
us worked as hard as the other for this one.  We were near the end.  I
unloaded first.  I don't know how far or in what direction it flew.  I do
know my dick felt like the whole end was going to blow off.  Then I felt
him filling me as we both cried out our passions.

"Ho-ooly, shit!"  I heard someone say.  I pulled the blindfold off, and all
six guys were standing there watching us; all of them stiff as a board.
I'd forgotten about them.  When I removed the blindfold they began to clap
and tell us what a great fuck that was.  They were telling me?  I was the
one getting it and it was better than I ever dreamed.  Only one person ever
did better.

After Donny and I got our breathing under control, I told Donny I needed to
get to the creek and get cleaned up.  I felt dirty with all the piss the
guys hit me with.  When I said that, they all just started laughing.

"What's so funny?"  One of the guys just held a finger up for me to wait.
Soon, I felt like I was getting hit with somebody's piss again.  I wasn't;
it was a pump action water blaster!  I looked at them for a minute and then
realized what they did.

"Brad?"  Greg said laughing, "man, do you think we'd really piss on ya?  We
just put water in these things and let them sit in the sun for a while.
The water gets warm and when we shoot you with it and say it's piss, you
don't know the difference because of the blindfold."  I had to laugh; we
all laughed.

"Oh, yeah, for the record.  Everything you felt was Donny's doin'.  We just
followed his lead.  He's pretty hot, huh?"  Greg sat there and smiled like
a Cheshire cat.  "Don't misunderstand, we do have initiations where we all
get involved, but Donny wanted this to be special, so he took the lead.  A
couple of us think he's got this thing for ya."

"But, what about the paddle, and the whips and the bowl?"  Greg reached in
the bowl and handed me the slips.  They were all blank.

"Donny made the whole thing up as we went along.  Remember the forty-five
minute thing?"  I nodded.  "It was really only twenty-five minutes.  Donny
said he thought he was gonna shoot his load if he had to wait forty-five
minutes."  I pointed to the paddle and whips.  "Those things?  Man, you
must think we're sicko or something.  They're just props.  We'd never use
those on anybody.  What you felt was Donny poppin' ya with a ping-pong
paddle."  Ping-pong or not, it still hurt.  Everybody was having a good
laugh.  I was sitting there looking at them and when all of it finally set
in; I just fell back on the ground and went into a laughing fit.  I also
managed to use my feet to kick Donny over.

It felt good to rinse off in the creek.  The water was a little cold, not
because of the time of year but because the creek was spring fed.  After
washing off, I held myself open and pushed real hard to clean myself out.
The last thing I wanted to do was go in for the evening and have to explain
what was running down my leg.  I just hoped the cool water would take some
of the redness out of my butt.  We all got out of the creek and found a
place to sit and shoot the breeze.

"Brad, you're alright, dude.  That had to be one of the hottest fucks I've
ever seen.  You looked like you were really enjoying that one."

"I was, except I'd forgotten about you guys.  I didn't realize we had an
audience."  I could feel myself blush.  Me, blush; that had to be a new
one.  "Donny's only the second guy I've ever let fuck me.  I'm usually real
funny about who gets to use my treasure hole."

"'Treasure hole', I like that.  I'll have to remember that.  Now, you take
Devon over there.  He's about your age and him and Jerry are what we call a
set.  Devon likes nothin' better than ta get plugged.  He'll do it any way
you want.  You can look at Jerry and see he's hung like a horse and fills
Devon better'n anybody.  That's why Devon likes him."

"'Scuse," I interrupted, "you said one of the hottest you've ever seen?
You guys put on shows or somethin'?"  I wasn't too sure how far these guys
would go.

"Well, why don't we just say that we're not bashful around one another?
That stuff I said about bein' proud of your body and all, it's true.
Around here, if you're horny or hot for somebody, it's kinda hard for a guy
to hide it.  The way we look at it you can run around here with a full
hardon or you can do something about it; we think it's more fun to do
something about it.  Just be careful around Devon, he sees you with a
hardon he's liable ta jump your bones.  Right, Devon?"

"Any time you want a good lesson on how ta work them butt muscles, you just
call on me.  I'm always willin' ta share."  Devon was grinning like the cat
that just ate the canary.  He was serious!

"We like some of them games the Spartans did, too. We love to get into
wrestlin' matches.  We call it fight to fuck.  Winner gets the loser.
Warning though, don't underestimate Devon.  He'll use his small size to
throw you off your feet and then he'll jump all over ya; won't ya Devon?
He's not big enough to stuff the bottom hole real good, but he sure knows
how to use your mouth.  With his action, he could make your dentist a rich
man."

We sat there for a long time while the guys shared stories with me.  Donny
and I told them about him catching me doing my Tom Cruise impersonation and
the sex we had afterwards.  Normally that would have made me so embarrassed
I would have crawled in a hole.  These guys made everything so natural that
I didn't care if they knew what I did.  I wound up telling them about Larry
and how he liked being submissive.  Boy, did that ever open up a bunch of
stories.  I didn't know so many guys had those fantasies.  They said they
didn't like it all the time, but it was fun for a change of pace.

The guys all admitted that none of them was a virgin.  I didn't have to
admit anything, they all knew from the way Donny slipped in that he wasn't
getting anything new.  Four of the guys admitted to being with an older guy
the first time and that they still liked being with an older guy.  Greg
said he gave his cherry to his older brother for his brother's birthday.
Damn, that sounded familiar.  Greg was twelve and a half and his brother
was sixteen.  Two guys claimed their uncles did them and one guy admitted
that his dad taught him.  That surprised me.  He didn't understand why.  It
was not only accepted, but expected, in some cultures; part of what a
father taught his son.  He was third generation at the camp and all the
dads knew what went on.  His dad said he wanted to make sure he wasn't hurt
or scared the first time.  His dad also wanted to be sure the kid knew what
he was doing and how to protect himself.  The kid said his dad only did it
with him the first few times and then wouldn't touch him.  It took him a
long time to talk his dad into foolin' around with him again.  He admitted
to walking in with a full erection to the point his dad took him into
another room and . . .  Interesting.  No way would I approach my dad like
that.

After shooting the shit for a while they asked me if my butt felt okay and
I said yes.  If it had hurt like hell I would have said it was fine.  They
decided it was time to do something else.  We decided that four on a team
was a good number and headed for the volleyball court to play some beach
volleyball.  We played until it was time for supper.  After supper, we were
all outside and it became fun 'n' gun time.  What's 'fun 'n' gun' time?
Think about it; it wasn't water guns but there was plenty of pump action.

I lived through the initiation that I was worried about, had a good time,
and I learned a few things from the guys.  There was no reason for me to
feel guilty about giving myself to someone other than Uncle Ray.  Sex
didn't necessarily mean we were going to exchange the 'love, honor, cherish
forever' vows.  It meant we enjoyed what came naturally and trusted each
other enough to be open about it.  When I asked if they thought all the sex
and games they played made them feel like sluts, they thought I was crazy
for even thinking something like that.  It seems another rule around there
was that you didn't judge anybody unless you wanted to get black-balled.

On Saturday I got to sit and talk to Devon.  He was serious about teaching
me what to do with the muscles.  I couldn't believe what I saw him do with
a dildo.  The first thing was the size of it.  He had one about six inches
long; it looked like it was twice as big around as a normal pole.  He lubed
it up and stuck it about half way in.  Without touching it, he could work
his muscles and make the thing walk in and out of his butt.  He bragged
about being able to milk a guy without either of them having to move.  He
gave me a smaller one, not in length but girth, and I worked with it.  I
worked those muscles till they were sore, then numb.  The funny thing about
it was that I concentrated so hard on moving the thing in and out that I
forgot to figure out if I enjoyed the thing.

Devon and I got to talk some while I learned to control certain muscles.
He liked to bottom, just like me.  What made me feel better about it was he
did it for the same reason as me.  We were the two youngest and nature
hadn't seen fit to let our poles grow as big as we thought they needed to
be to do a good plowing.  We both liked letting someone hold us and do most
of the work.  We both liked that special feeling of fullness that came from
bottoming.  Devon said he shared his butt the way the other guys shared
their poles with each other.  All the guys bottomed at one time or another,
some just more than others.  They all had fantasies that ran the full gamut
of dominant to loving to submissive.  Regardless of what they did, the one
hard rule was you didn't judge any-one or hurt any body.  They all liked
experimenting with different kinds of sex.  That didn't make them sluts; it
made them normal teenagers experimenting and learning about their bodies.

Donny and I had a great time that weekend.  If he wanted to play around, he
just said so and we played.  Sometimes playing meant just making out or
melting into each other.  We hung with the guys about half the time and all
of us . .; well, I need to remember my oath.  Let's just say everybody
ended the visit with a smile and future visits would definitely prove
interesting.

I couldn't wait to get back to Uncle Ray.  Did he ever have a surprise
coming.  There was one other reason for getting back, too.  With the guys
it was fun; with Uncle Ray it was fun.  But, with Uncle Ray, there was
always that extra something that came with being his boy.


End Ch Sixty-Four

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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