Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2001 06:22:02 -0500
From: scudder125 <scudder125@email.msn.com>
Subject: In my Beginning

Author's Notes: What you are about to read is a work of fiction.  Fiction
means that it isn't real!  If you cannot determine the difference between
fact and fiction, then ask the Elf sitting next to you to explain the
difference.  If there is no Elf sitting next to you then it might be all
right to read this story.

Scudder.

                              In My Beginning
                                                            By: Scudder

            I don't have any real memory as how my sex life truly began.  I
suppose I was a normal kid, I mean normal kids think about nasty things
just like adults.  I think it's only human nature that we think about the
things that make us feel good.  Even though as a small boy I didn't know
what sex was, I knew what was nasty and how to keep secrets from grownups.
Since the time when I was in kindergarten the big nasty games were
'spankings' and 'doctor'.  These were simple childish games where my
friends and I would take turns pulling each other's pants down and
examining each other or spank one another.  We would push crayons up each
other's butts to take our temperature or we would lie across each other's
laps and allow ourselves to be play spanked.  This was the extent of my
sexual knowledge and I felt I knew it all.  Sure I had heard about sucking
dicks and stuff, in fact I have a very dim memory of sucking a man's cock
before I was six, I had even heard the word 'fuck' a whole bunch but I
never knew what the word meant.  Sure I even heard the rumors about guys
doing it with girls, but even at a young age I knew better than to believe
everything I heard.  I mean come-on!  Girls?

            Well my best memory in my first lessons in real sex, not love,
took place when I was eight-years old.  I think my body must have really
changed about that time because grownups were paying more attention to me.
The men would let me sit in their laps more often now and when my folks
weren't around they would make an excuse to pull my pants down and play
spank me. Now then I wasn't overly fat or nothing like that, but I did have
'love-handles' and an overly rounded face at the time.  I recently saw an
old picture of myself and I never realized how big the cheeks on my face
really were or how many freckles I had running across them.  I also
realized how tight fitting pants were back in the early seventies, I mean
if I had a dime in my back-pocket you could have seen what year it had been
minted in.  I used to wear my black hair long with bangs across my eyes and
it hung right down past my shoulders, just like all the other hippies did
back then.  You see my folks were the hippie types as were their friends
and so my sister I were destine to be hippies as well.

            So anyway this one time, my sister Sara had a day date with a
guy named Marty, they were both thirteen and I was eight.  I was dressed in
classic hippie style, I wore a plain white tee-shirt with denim cut-offs
that were cut way too short; heck you could see a little bit of my
butt-cheeks from the pant legs when I wore those, but that was the style
back then. I wasn't wearing any shoes but on my head was my favorite red
baseball cap. On this day I wasn't wearing any underwear because I had
planned on going to the city swimming pool after the movie Sara, Marty and
I were going to see. My folks sent me with them it wasn't my idea or
Sara's.  I guess my mom and dad thought that Sara or Marty wouldn't do
anything wrong with me there or they just didn't want any kids around while
they smoked their weed. Well I had no intensions of sitting with Marty and
Sara in a dark movie theater; they always started kissing in the dark.YUK!
As soon as we entered the movie theater my sister and her boyfriend went to
find a seat and I went my own way.  The balcony was roped off with a closed
sign on it, so naturally I snuck up to the balcony.  I walked down the dark
hallway of the balcony and opened one of the private booths and kept low,
so as not to be seen.  Just before the lights went dim I looked out over
the theater by peeking over the rail; it was practically empty and just
below me was Sara and Marty making kissy face.  I remember thinking how
cool it would have been if I had a soda or something to drop on them.

            The year was '1970' and the movie was a re-release of 'Oliver';
for almost a year I had heard all the grownups talk about how good a movie
it was.  After hearing about how great it was I couldn't wait to go and see
it but somebody forgot to tell me it was a musical and I hated musicals
when I was little.  So I sat there with my head resting in my arms as they
were folded on the balcony edge and my butt hanging on the edge of my seat,
board shitless as I watched a bunch of boys singing about food.

            After a while the balcony door behind me opened and a man
walked inside, in his arms was a bag of popcorn and a soda, he froze when
he saw me.  I was frozen, as well, I just knew I had been caught and was
now in trouble.  He raised a finger to his lips and 'sshhed' me; he turned
around and locked the door.  He walked down to where I was and sat down
next to me and whispered. "Shhh, kid.  We gotta stay quiet, or we'll get
caught."

            Now I thought this was so cool!  Here was a grownup doing
something bad just like me.  I smiled at him and whispered back. "Yeah." I
turned my attention back to the movie to watch some old fart trying to sell
a boy in the snow while singing out the prices. Personally I would have
given the guy a nickel if he could have just stopped singing. God! How I
hated this movie when I was little.

            I felt a hand on my back; I looked over my shoulder at the man.
"You want some popcorn kid?"  He asked with a big smile while holding up
the bag to me.

            I smiled as I jumped at the chance for some popcorn.  "Sure!" I
whispered as I crammed my hand into the bag.

            He smiled at me as he lowered his hand down my back some. He
was an older guy, with a big bald spot on the top of his head and gray hair
around the sides.  He was wearing a clean white shirt with dark slacks; he
basically looked like a schoolteacher.  He moved the bag of popcorn to his
left side and set it on his left knee I was sitting on his right side
eating my wad of popcorn.  "If you want some more just help yourself." He
cheerfully offered.

            I wasn't about to turn him down, but now I had to lean across
him to reach the popcorn.  As I did this his hand moved from my back right
down to the seat of my cutoffs, there his hand cupped my right butt cheek.
I didn't think much of it after all during this time in my life every
grownup I knew touched me there.  His hand moved back and fourth between my
back pockets and I suppose I was moving my hips a little too.

            "So what's your name little man?"

            "My name's Peter, but most folks just call me Scudder."  I
answered between swallows.

            "You sure have long hair Scudder." He said as he brought his
hand from my rump to the back of my head to run his fingers through my long
hair, he playfully moved my baseball cap down over my eyes.

            I stood up and giggled as I straightened my cap.

            His grin grew as I stood up straight, his hand dropped back
down to my butt and once more he started to rub the seat of my cutoffs.
"So where are your mom and dad?"

            I leaned back across his lap to get some more popcorn. "They
went to go party with some of their friends."  Every weekend my folks would
go out and get stoned with their friends.

            He pushed a couple of his fingers up my pant leg to feel my
naked skin. "So you're here all alone?"

            I let myself back down off his lap and his fingers went a
little deeper than he anticipated and they went just inside my crack
causing me to clamp down my butt cheeks.  "Hey! Your hand's on my butt!"  I
whispered loudly with a playful grin on my face.

            He jerked his hand away from me, I guess I scared him.  "Sorry!
It was an accident."

            I shrugged my small shoulders. "It's okay.  My friends and I do
it all the time."  At the time I figured that this guy was cool, even
though he dressed like a square. "Anyway, I'm here with my sister and her
boyfriend." I took a step away from the man towards the balcony rail and
pointed down to where Sara and Marty were making out. "They're down there
playing kissy face with each other."

            The man scooted forward on his seat and looked over the rail to
see Marty practically shoving my sister onto the floor as he tried to craw
on top of her while they were necking. "It looks to me like they're having
fun."  He whispered to me as his hand moved back down to the seat of my
cutoffs.

            I was still looking over the balcony when his hand cupped my
butt again, so I curved my back and pushed my butt back at him a bit. "Yeah
I guess, if you like doing it with girls."

            The man sat back into his chair, his hand had moved to my hip
and pulled me back with him to stand once more on his right side, his hand
then went back to my cutoffs.  "So you don't like doing it with girls?"

            I looked up into the man's face with disgust.  "Heck no! Yuck!"

            "So what is it that you and your friends do all the time?"  He
smiled as his fingers were moving once more up my pant leg to my butt
cheek.

            I had lost track of the conversation for a moment. "Huh?"

            "Remember, you said you and your friends do it all the time."
His fingers had made their way back to the edge of my crack.

            My hand moved quickly to my butt and I laid my hand on his, I
didn't pull him away I just laid my hand on his as I remembered what it was
we were talking about.  "You know.  Butt games." I was getting full of
popcorn but I stayed where I was, I guess I just wanted to stand next to
this man with his hand up my pants.

            His fingers were now in my crack and my cheek was completely
cupped in his palm as we spoke.  "What kind of butt games to you guys
play?"

            I pushed my groin up against his thigh as I whispered to him.
"I like playing the spanking game."

            His eyes lit up. "What's the spanking game?"

            I guess I blushed a little telling a grownup about our secret
games. "It's sort of like hide and seek only when you get caught you have
to pull down your pants and get a spanking."

            His eyes really lit up now and he had a big grin on his face.
"I sure would like to play that game with you."  His hand squeezed my butt
cheek.

            I was somewhat excited by what he said, I mean grownups never
want to play with me, but this guy just said he would.  I looked down for a
second at his lap when his crotch caught my eye, I could see the outline of
his dick and it looked pretty darn big.

            "What else do you play?" His hand continued to rub and knead my
butt cheek, on occasions his fingers would touch my hole.  "Do you ever
play doctor?"

            My fingers moved toward his crotch as I continued to look at
the outline in his pants. "Oh sure, we play it all the time."  I answered
as if I was an expert on the subject.  "Me and my friend Bucky always play
it."  My small finger traced the zipper-flap of his slacks, I don't know
what I was thinking.  I did this for a while and the man stayed quiet while
I did it.  Biting my lower lip I looked back up at the man's face and saw
him smiling at me, it made me feel good.

            "If you want you can take it out and play with it."  He
whispered.

            I looked around into the dark theater and whispered. "What if
someone sees us?"

            He just smiled.  "No one can see us." He whispered as he pushed
his hips forward a little. "Go on take it out and play with it!  It's
okay."

            I couldn't retain my excitement as I fumbled with his zipper,
he had to help me by unfastening his slacks.  When we had his pants opened
and his shorts pulled back he pulled out his cock with great pride.
Thinking back now on the experience; he really didn't have much to be proud
of, I mean I don't remember it being all that big.  It was bigger than mine
and bigger than Marty's but up to this point in my life I had seen bigger
while bathing with my father and his friends.  I suppose it was about
six-inches rock hard but I was able to get a good grip with both hands
around it so it wasn't very fat.  The muscle was warm to the touch, I could
feel a pulse as I gripped his organ.  He brought a hand down to my face and
cupped my cheek, I didn't look up I just wanted to look at the grownup's
dickhead. It was a mushroom shaped crown that was a little purple in color,
I moved my finger across the sides and tip of it.  The crown felt real soft
with the hard muscle just under it, I felt a little pre-cum on its tip as
my thumb moved across it.  The hand that was cupping my facial cheek was
joined by his other hand as he cupped my other cheek.  He moved his thumbs
to my lips and moved them back and fourth across my lower lip.  I looked up
into his face and he had a very serious look on him, one of his thumbs
lowered my lip while the other entered my young mouth.

            "Suck on it."  He whispered to me.

            I closed my lips around his thumb and began to suck on it.  It
was sort of weird he kept moving his big thumb back and fourth in my mouth
while his other hand held my head still and I kept squeezing his cock.

            He then leaned in close to me and whispered again.  "I want you
to get down on your knees, now."

            I lowered myself down, his thumb never left my mouth and my
hands never left his cock nor did I loose eye contact.  When I was on my
knees my face was even with his crotch, his hairy balls were just below my
chin and I kept looking up at his eyes. I was kind of nervous but I wasn't
scared, in my mind I suppose I felt he was teaching me a new kind of nasty
game that grownups played.

            He moved his other hand behind my head and pulled my face
closer to his crotch, as he did this he slowly removed his thumb from my
mouth and whispered.  "I want you to lick me!"  He said this as his other
hand moved to the back of my head to help hold me steady.

            I had seen Sara sucking on Marty's dick once and they looked
like they were having fun so this wasn't all that big a shock to me.  I
moved my face in real close and sniffed at the man's cock, it smelled kind
of musky.  I stuck out my tongue and licked the shaft just a little so as
to get a taste of it.

            "Rub it against your face boy!" He whispered at me.

            I couldn't look up at him his hands were holding my head in
place. I moved my face up against his cock and felt his warmth as I pressed
it against my cheek.  I moved my face along with his cock across my face
from one side then back to the other.  I kept on doing this, soon I closed
my eyes and actually started to get a little rougher with his cock. I not
only moved it across my face and closed eyes lids, I moved the warm muscle
under my chin; I was practically wiping my entire face with his warmth.

            He was moaning quietly to himself.  "Start licking it too,
boy!"  He whispered his order to me.

            Without question I did just as he ordered me.  As I moved the
organ across my face I stuck out my tongue and start to lick his cock all
over.  I suppose what happened next happened because of my dim memory of
sucking a cock at some point in my past; I opened my mouth and inserted his
cock-head into my mouth.  The soft crown pushed past my lips and I
retracted my teeth as far away from his cock as I could.

            The bill of my red baseball cap kept poking at him as I moved
my head down, I guess this irritated him.  He moved my cap around so that
my cap was now sitting on my head sideways and the bill was just above my
ear.

Although I was moving down on his cock slowly trying to fit as much in my
mouth as I could, he was pushing my head down as well.  Because my eyes
were closed I couldn't tell if I got the whole thing inside of me, but I
did feel his crown touch the back of my throat a couple of times. It was
sort of strange that here I was on my knees sucking a man's cock in a movie
theater just a few feet from my sister and her boyfriend and nobody was
able to see us.  Anyways I kept bobbing my head on his cock, his shaft
moved along my tongue and his crown would rub against my cheeks as I sucked
on the organ.  The man began to kick out and thrust about, his hands were
locked behind my head keeping me from removing myself from his mounting
orgasm.  Then all of a sudden my mouth was being flooded with gooey stuff
that tasted real salty. For only a second I began to panic, I thought he
was peeing in my mouth then I remembered hearing something about sperm and
my sister drinking Marty's.  I wasn't about to be any less of a person than
my stupid sister, so I swallowed as fast as I could.  I wasn't swallowing
fast because I couldn't wait to get the stuff out, I was swallowing fast to
get it over with.  Sort of like eating something you don't like, you
swallow it fast so you don't have to taste it.

            The man held my head on his cock for a while after his orgasm
had past but he soon let me up. "Where did you learn to do that?" He asked.

            I shrugged my small shoulders. "I don't know. I just knew."

            He smiled at me then he reached out and pulled me in real close
and hugged me, I returned his hug.  The man started to kiss my neck and
cheeks, it seemed to me that he was real happy with the job I did on his
dick, sort of like when mom was happy with me she would give me a kiss but
this old fart was going hog-wild with the kisses.  Well anyways his hands
moved down my back and sipped their way down my cutoffs, my shorts were so
tight that no sooner were his hands on my bare butt cheeks my cutoffs
popped open giving him full access to my eight-year old rump.  My cutoffs
fell to my feet leaving me bare from the waist down all I had on now were
my white tee-shirt and red baseball cap sitting on my head sideways.

            With both of his hands cupping my butt he picked me up and laid
me down in the aisle of the private booth.  I was laying on my back his
hands had moved up the shirt and he was now rubbing my small nipples as he
continued to suck on my neck.  He raised my shirt and lowered his head to
my exposed chest where he started to lick and suck on my nipples.

            I was getting a little scared, I suppose it was because I felt
that I was no longer on control and he was now controlling me.  I was
looking straight up at the ceiling feeling the hard itchy carpet under my
exposed back and rump, his head and hands moving all around me.  He had
made his way down to my belly-button where he lick and sucked on it too,
his hands had moved my legs apart then they came back up to my butt and
cupped them again.  Just as I started to look down at him, he was just
beginning to insert my nail sized dicky into his mouth.  I threw my head
back as he started to suck on me, man at this point of my young life this
had to have been the best feeling I had ever had.

            A finger of one of his hands had found my butt hole and it
started to push its way through it.  But just as it entered me my first
ever orgasm hit and I began to cry-out, one of his hands quickly coved my
mouth as he continued to suck on my small pricklet. I was thrashing all
about as I lost all control of my body and stars filled my eyes.  When my
head had finally cleared he was moving back up to my face, he started to
kiss me again only this time on my lips.

            "Roll over on your tummy I want to play with your butt now."
He whispered to me.  Although we were playing and he was smiling, I took
what he said to be an order so I compiled and rolled over.  I was thinking
about what he did to my dicky and how fantastic he made me feel, I was
having high anticipations about what he could do to my butt and what it
would feel like. His hands kneaded and rubbed my butt for a while then he
brought a handkerchief to my mouth and told me to put it inside and not to
take it out.  So I did as I was told, he then raise me up and laid me back
down only this time I was laying across his lap as we sat on the floor.
They were singing again in the movie and the music was getting pretty loud
when all of a sudden.

SMACK!

            He spanked me pretty hard and I gave a muffled cry through the
stuffed handkerchief in my mouth.  His hand rubbed my bottom a little then
he spanked me again.

            SMACK!

            I jerked forward and kicked, his spanks hurts.  I threw my
hands back to guard my rear but he caught them and pinned them behind my
back, then he told me the truth; a truth I really wouldn't understand for a
few more years. "Hold still!" He whispered.  "You need this and you want
it!"

            SMACK!

            Again I gave a muffled cry and a jerk from my spanking.  At the
time I had no idea of what he meant by 'I want this'; all I knew was I was
being spanked for no reason.

            SMACK!

            After my next muffled cry I began to push the handkerchief out
of my mouth with my tongue.  His hand was once more rubbing my plump butt,
talking more to himself than to me.  "All little boys need a good
spanking."  Then he crawled out from under me, he stood on his knees behind
me with both of his hands on my tingling rump.

            I looked over my shoulder and begged in a low whisper. "Please
no more spanks."

            He looked down to my face then back to my butt.  "No more
spanks, little boy."  He then leaned down and kissed one of my butt cheeks.

            I settled back down as he kissed my butt, I thought he was
kissing it so it would stop hurting, I had no idea what anal sex was.  He
kissed the other cheek and rubbed his face against my butt he placed both
hands on my hips and raised my butt up.  I started to get up on my hands
but he lightly pushed me back down, leaving my head on the floor and my
butt up in the air.  It felt real weird, my butt tingled from his short
spanking and his tongue was wet as it moved across my cheeks, sometimes he
would move his tongue back and fourth across my crack and that tickled.  I
lay silently as he tickled my fanny, then he spread my legs apart and his
tongue went right up to my hole. His hands were prying my butt cheeks
apart, I could feel his face pressing in between them as his tongue kept
pushing against my hole.

            Then he raised himself away from my butt and lowered his face
next to my ear, as he did this I could feel his cock press up against my
butt.  "Have you or your friends ever stuck anything inside your butt
before?"  He whispered into my ear as he pushed his cock harder against my
butt hole.

            I could feel the cock head as it tried to gain entrance into
me.  "Sometimes me and Bucky stick crayons in our butts."

            He chuckled a little.  "Well I'm going to stick something a
little bigger than a crayon in your butt, Scudder."

He then sat back down for a moment as he dug something out of his pocket,
it looked like a tube of toothpaste.  He put some on his finger and then
pushed it into my butt, his finger went straight inside of me because that
stuff was real slippery.  He moved his finger in and out of my butt just
like Bucky did when we stuck crayons in our butts.  Sometimes me and Bucky
would have contests and see how many crayons we could stick side by side in
our butts.  Bucky could only get three in his butt hole; I beat him I could
took five of them and boy did it hurt the first time. But Bucky liked to
play that game and I got kind of use to those crayons.  This man's finger
felt like a crayon only longer.  It wasn't long before he stuck in another
finger and then another, by now they were somewhat uncomfortable but not
painful.  I hadn't been paying attention to what he was doing all this
while, I was more concerned with the fingers moving inside of me, he had
been coating his cock with the slippery stuff.

"Okay now Scudder, let's see how strong you are."  He whispered as he
withdrew his fingers and pressed his greased up cock to my boy hole. "Only
big boys can do this next thing.  Are you a big boy?"

            "Yes. I think so."  I whispered back to him.

            "Well lets see."  He then pushed his cock head into my anus and
stopped there.

            My whole body tightened up to the intrusion and I gripped the
carpet, that thing was almost as wide as five crayons but it still hurt
some.  I felt his push it deeper inside of me and it hurt worse.  I looked
over my shoulder and pleaded.  "Please it hurts."

            He stopped and looked own at me, I couldn't tell if he was
pissed or not he had a blank look on his face as if he was thinking about
something.  He then withdrew his cock and patted my butt and whispered to
me.  "I'm sorry little buddy.  I was hoping you were big enough to do this,
I guess I was wrong."

            Somehow I felt I like it was my fault that he couldn't do that
thing to my butt, that I was too much like a baby like Marty always teased
me about.  "I'm sorry."  I whined back at him.

            He smiled at me and that made me feel better that he wasn't mad
at him.  "You have nothing to be sorry about, little buddy."  He whispered
as he patted my butt.  "You're just not big enough yet, but you will be
someday."  He then laid his cock in the crack of my butt and rubbed it
there.  "Is that better?"

            "Yeah.  Just don't stick it inside. Okay?"  I could feel the
slippery cock as it moved along my butt crack and it did feel good.

            "Okay."  He then pushed his cock against me again and I pushed
back.

            I liked this, a whole lot better, it felt real nice to have
that hot slab of meat move along my ass furrow and there was something
about having a man pressing down on me that I had always enjoyed.  We
humped for sometime when all of a sudden he started to shake and shiver, he
pulled away from me and squirted his hot juices all over my butt.  When he
had settled back down he smeared his sperm all over my butt and scooped
some up on a finger and let me lick it off, it tasted real good this time
for some reason.  He then would scoop some more and finger feed it into my
butt hole.  When he was finished he picked me up and sat down in a chair
with me on top of his dick.  We watched some more of that stupid movie only
now I was naked from the waist down and his cock was nestled in between my
butt crack all the time and he was kissing my neck and cheek while stroking
my puny little nail of a dick.  After a while he looked at his watch and
said he had to leave.  I stayed in the booth half naked all alone.  I got
down on my knees and looked over the banister down at Marty and Sara, she
had her face buried in Marty's lap and Marty had his hands on the back of
her head as she blew him.  It felt real strange to be there; here I was
half naked just a few feet from other people and no one knew it.  From the
waist down I tingled, whether it was from the cool air of the movie theater
or the fact that I was being nasty, it didn't matter.  All that mattered
was that I felt really good doing it.

            The movie ended and the three of us went swimming.  For
sometime the incident at the theater never entered my mind again, it was
just something that happened and now it was over.

AND I WANTED MORE.

Is this 'The End'?

Author's note: Please send all flames, comments and sperm samples to
scudder125@msn.com Thank you.