Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 19:04:45 -0800
From: marianasdeep4@hushmail.com
Subject: I Got My First (Part V)

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I planned to make this aftermath the last chapter, but when several
readers asked for more character development and more adventures, I
re-wrote it to be less "conclusive."  So here's part 5, and there can
be additional chapters later, though perhaps not for awhile?  The only
story I have with significant character development is Fast Cash_.  _I
fell in love with the main character and his friend Steve.  I'm
starting to love Tom in this one.  Seems he has more to say!

I Got My First

Part V.  From Then On

From Then On

We lay in the contentment of our orgasms.  He was rubbing my back,
embracing me to his chest.  Still confused and fucked, I now felt
affection, snug and warm, safe in the strength of his arms, and
confident in his appreciation.  I think we both fell asleep for
awhile.  I was awakened or at least aroused by a nudging at my side.

"You have to go back to your bunk.  It's past 2:00 am.
Quietly." he directed.

"2:00 am!?"  I thought to myself.  I didn't know we had been at
it so long.  Our striptease show was sometime between 9:00 and 10:00
pm.  I can't remember exactly why the counselor was gone then,
probably shaving at the communal shower and bathroom or flirting with
the other staff.  He came back for lights-out at 10:00 pm.  We should
have known to have wrapped up our show by then.  We wouldn't have
been caught.  Danny's, Tom's, and Joe's spankings were matter of
fact.  They couldn't have taken more than 15 minutes.  I had been
spanked, sucked cock, was sucked, and fucked for over four hours?

It was difficult walking the length of the cabin between his room at
one end and my bunk, trying to tiptoe, trying not to stumble over
stuff in the dark, trying not to make a noise, trying not to awaken
anyone.  Believe me, I was as interested in being unnoticed as he was.
 I knew that they knew I had been spanked.  But I didn't want anyone
to know I had sucked cock, or that I had been fucked, though I
suspected most of the boys didn't know a thing about that, that
being fucked as a boy was even possible.  Before tonight, I sure
didn't.  I sat on my bed, the sting still making me wince, my
wincing continuing with my turning and rolling as I tried to get my
feet under the covers and lie lengthwise.  I thought I had gone
unnoticed.

"Ricky, are you o.k.?"  It was Tom, the next bunk over.

Silent at first, I responded, "Yeah, I guess so."

"Why were you in there for so long?  You couldn't have been
getting spanked that whole time." Tom asked.

I didn't know how to respond, how to keep my secrets, "I don't
know, I think I fell asleep."

"On his bed?"

I was silent.  In my head I was responding, "Where else?" but also
anticipating the "Why?" and the "With him?" that would follow
as soon as I answered.  After awhile I verbalized, "I guess so."
Thankfully he let it go at that, as did I.

I was dreading the shower in the morning.  We all stared at the one
who got spanked the night before, amazed at the redness returning to
their butt with the shower heat.  With that thought, I drifted off to
sleep, and as if it hovered over the bed all night while I slept, the
thought instantly returned to my head as I awoke to the sounds of the
other boys getting dressed to go to the showers.   Now it was my turn
to get stared at, and not just from the boys in my cabin who already
knew I had been spanked, but from the other cabins of elevens and
twelves and their counselors, as the whole village hit the morning
showers together before breakfast.  As if confirming my dread, while I
sat on the edge of my bed, contemplating how to get dressed, my butt
was stinging on the outside...

...and throbbing in the inside.  If the stinging reminded me I had
been spanked, the throbbing reminded me I had been fucked.
Unbeknownst to me, there was going to be more to stare at in the
shower.  I was displaying an asshole bruise for a couple of days, a
bruise up my crack and to its sides, leaving a noticeable brown to
greenish-blue discoloration of the skin between my buttcheeks, visible
within the outward part of my crack.  My crack was now widened from
having been stretched when it was fucked.  I was definitely wearing
the mark of having been fucked for the first time, and the mark was
definitely noticed by the other boys in the shower, even if they
didn't know what it signified.

Tom knew what it was.  Finally getting out of the shower having
endured the stares, he came up to me alone as I was getting dressed.

"Ricky, did you get fucked last night?" Tom asked.

I almost collapsed with despair, noticeably rolling my eyes and
sighing with frustration.  How could he know about that?

"It's o.k., Ricky.  I get it at home sometimes.  I don't want
it, usually get away running.  I've even swung at him when cornered,
but I have to admit sometimes I get caught."  When he saw I wasn't
going to respond, he continued the conversation.  "And let's face
it, they're bigger than me."

"They?" I asked.  "Who?  Did the counselor fuck you too?"

"Tried to, but he's a pussy.  I let him have it."  He said,
making a fist.  I knew even then that that was only bravado.  He had
been spanked after all, so he couldn't fight him off.  But I
believed the counselor couldn't have fucked him.  Tom would have
made too much of a scene for him to try.  No, I knew even then that
these were secret affairs, behind closed doors, hush, hush, the
seduced having to be at least compliant if not willing.

Tom didn't offer who "they" were at home, and I didn't push
for it any further.  I figured they were brothers, uncles, God forbid
even his dad.  I also didn't figure out how Tom knew I had been
fucked.  I still didn't know about the bruise, and he didn't tell
me he had noticed it.  I was also seeping cum, would be for a day.
The counselor knew that.  That morning he told me to change my
underwear, and knowing that young boys don't by default, told me to
be sure to change them every morning after showering.

Later that afternoon, the counselor told me that I would be joining
him for another evening in his bedroom.  I was dreading it, but it
didn't happen that night as I had assumed it would.  Either he
couldn't orchestrate it, needed the pretense of another spanking to
get me behind closed doors, or he was too busy.  I didn't know it,
but he was letting my asshole recover a little before the next fuck.
The next night I did discover that he was too busy...it was obvious to
the already fucked that he was fucking Danny in his room!  How he got
Danny behind closed doors, I still don't know.  Afterwards, Tom and
I let Danny alone, a code of silence as a form of respect.  A lot of
the other boys in the cabin got fucked during the course of camp, but
we didn't talk about it out of self pride and empathy for the other.
 But that's not to say he didn't fuck me again, he did.  I was
relieved to be thinking that he was no longer planning for me to share
his room again.

But my next fuck wasn't in his room.  Instead it was almost as much
a surprise as the first.  It was a quickie, and he wasn't the one
fucking me.  The elevens and twelves village went for a tent pack out.
 The counselors told the boys to start pitching the tents, but I was
told to go with Wade, a counselor from another cabin, to collect
firewood.  When Wade and I got deep enough into the woods, I found out
what had been arranged.

"So Ricky, rumor has it that you spread." Wade said.

"What?" I asked, truly not knowing what he meant.

"That you put out." Wade replied.

"Put out?"

"That you offer your ass, it's available.  Drop your shorts and
undies.  I've got a load for that butt of yours."

As if that was something I was looking for?  A gift or something?  I
was surprised, taken aback, but more offended by rumor than anything
else, I only offered denial.

"I don't put out."

"OK, so you do know what I'm talking about then.  I know you don't
put out, but you help out.  I need to get off, and I've been told
you know your butt's purpose."  He took hold of my arm and grabbed
my zipper with his other hand, zipping down and unfastening the
button.  "Boy butt exists to get fucked, to take cock up it.  So
drop your shorts, bend over, and offer it up.  Spread those cheeks."

As I reached my hands to zip up, he redirected them to my belt loops
to "help" my shorts down, emphasizing that this was going to
happen.  Leading me over to a fallen log, he bent me over it.  I was
not going to be nude this time.  There wasn't time.  This time it
was midsection only.  A butt getting fucked.  Shorts at my ankles
trapped against tennis shoes, underwear at my knees, T-shirt pulled up
to my neck, my cock pressed against a log, my head below it, below
butt level bent over the other side, his cock repeatedly going up my
ass, hips being used as handles to drive it balls deep.  No longer a
virgin, I opened a lot easier.  That's why I was chosen.  But being
a quickie, it was fast and deep and every bit as painful.  I was
selected because there wasn't enough time to prep.  Having been
fucked already, I wouldn't need time to be prepped.  And he wasn't
going to take much time to finish the entire fuck.  A couple of grunts
later and he was pulling out, wiping his cum-slimed cock on my butt
cheeks, a little notch in his gun.  When he was off me, I collected
onto my knees, grinding my underwear into the mud, my t-shirt dropping
back to waist level as I knelt up.  He pulled up his underwear, then
his pants, zipping them and buttoning them while I sat there, and
walked away, back to the tents.  Just that fast, I had been fucked
again.  Just that fast, I had been fucked by someone else.  This time,
I had to wipe up my cum-seeping asshole by myself.  I sat in disbelief
with my shorts down at my ankles, in the quiet woods for a long time.
Taking considerably longer to get cleaned up and dressed, I returned
to camp later than him.  Anyone who had been fucked by that point knew
what had just happened.

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