Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 09:05:10 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: A SUBMISSIVE BOY'S STORY  Chapter One (Henry)   by Donny Mumford

	       A SUBMISSIVE BOY'S STORY  Chapter One (Henry)

			     by Donny Mumford


Most everything about my life is average except for a totally unique period
of time during the summer of my fourteenth year.  Me, I'm average in most
ways, just like my life... except maybe in one area.  That area involves
girls, they tend to think I'm cute and they like to hook-up with me, so
maybe that's not so average.  I'm average height though... five foot nine
inches, weight about a hundred forty... my brown eyes and light brown hair
are as average as they can be, "C" student all through high school and the
same for my freshman year at college.  I've got friends, about the average
number, and I'm average at sports like most guys are. I'll be heading back
to my average college for my sophomore year any minute now, driving my
average pickup. Something many college kid needs to do is find a part time
job while at school, that's new for me this year.  That's where most of my
spending money will come from.  A part-time job is no big deal, Mom and Dad
got divorced this summer and therefore money is a little tighter this year
then in the past.  And by the way, that's more prevalent then it should
be... parents divorcing I mean.  Oh well, it happened and it did surprise
me a bit, but not like some huge traumatic event. It appears to be an
equitable divorce, making them both happier, so... good for them, they've
been OK as parents.  My brother, Josh, graduated college last Spring, just
in time to avoid the necessity of a college part time job.  He's got a full
time one now though, working for a computer company in California.  We
haven't been real close for a few years now, Josh and me... well, actually
none of us in the family were especially close to tell ya the truth.  We
got along fine, but there wasn't any of the devotion to each other you see
in close knit families.  Maybe we're all narcissistic... maybe everybody
is, but some hide it better then we do.

The stuff I'm taking back to college is packed in my hand-me-down pick-up.
It's a hand-me-down from Josh, his old 2002 Dodge Ram pick-up which I've
always hated, but it's better then the alternative which is no ride at all.
I'm just about ready to begin my seventeen hour drive to Orlando, Florida,
where I attend Central Florida University.  It's an OK school, heh heh,
average I guess you could say.  I've said my goodbyes, double checked that
I got everything I want to bring with me, and now it's bye bye to Lansdown,
Pennsylvania until holiday break in December ... I'm off for my Sophomore
year of college!

A trip of this length gives one plenty of time to think, and the first
thing I thought about was the night before last... particularly that
portion of the night where I fucked Sara Petrosshie.  She and I had been
going out together all summer and she more or less forced the issue of me
fucking her... last chance before I left for college, ya know.  Let me tell
ya, there's something at the entrance to the female vagina that feels like
a bone, my boner rides on her bone, or against it, while I'm fucking her
and it really generates a hell of a lot of sensations along the shaft,
eventually causing quite a nice climax for me.  So, I'll give it to the
girls for that bone in their vagina... it's cool, but other then that I'm
not a huge fan of the female body, vagina or otherwise.  Not even a little
bit of a fan actually.  I had to force myself to fondly Sara's breasts,
they always feel mushy and gross to me... and those large nipples, ugh!  Oh
my God, I was always so relieved when I finally got to drop her off at the
end of our dates.  Of course, the main reason I go out with girls is so
everyone will think I'm straight... hell, I thought I was straight for the
longest time myself. Another factor for me having girlfriends is that there
are always girls around who apparently think I'm kinda hot or something, so
that makes it easy to get dates, and it's flattering too.  See, I'm finally
being honest with myself about this stuff...

Didn't use to be honest with myself though... not during that summer when I
was fourteen. Since then I've gone out with quite a few girls and managed
to fuck three different girls a total of five times.  One of them three
times and the others one time each.  That's all I could manage.  I tried to
make myself want to do more, but I just couldn't get myself up for it!
Back then I didn't want to admit to myself I'm gay, but I am... for sure.
I never lead any of the girls on... I'm not a cold-hearted prick. I always
tried real hard to be up-front and kinda honest with them as far as where
our relationships might go.  I didn't pretend I was in love or ever
intended to be in love with any of them.  One girl, Candy Todesco, called
be a queer last year because she couldn't handle the rejection.  She had it
bad for me.  The fact that she was so hurt made me feel awful.  Since that
time with Candy, I've only tried once more to convince myself I was at
least bi.  I tried with the aforementioned Sara this summer, but alas, it
just didn't do it for me...  so now I'm quits with the girls... finally,
officially quits.  I'm officially homosexual and I'm looking forward to
where that takes me this year at school... interesting and nervous times
ahead I'd guess.  So far, I'm the only person on earth who's certain that
I'm gay, but I expect that to change in the near future.  Of course, I may
be the only person on earth who gives a shit about me being certain that
I'm gay... hey, it is what it is.

When I was fourteen I had my one and only homosexual relationship. It went
on for a six to seven week period during the second half of that summer
vacation... that's the summer vacation following my graduation from Middle
School, which is to say, after eight grade.  Throughout the entire episode
I never once thought of myself as a homo.  I thought I was going through a
rite of passage that special teen boys get to participate in, but rarely
speak about.  I liked it so much it embarrasses me to think about that fact
now... five years later.  Truly, it seems preposterous now that I didn't
realize what was going on back then, but I didn't. I was totally naive at
fourteen, or maybe "stupid" is a more accurate description.  Me and my two
close friends weren't scoping out porn on the internet, we didn't talk
about sex of any kind... we talked about sports and doing mischief and
making each other laugh... stuff like that.  Maybe other fourteen year old
boys are more sophisticated than us, I don't know really, but I know we
weren't.  Actually, me and my buds were fourteen at the time, but we'd all
be turning fifteen around the time school started back up, near summer's
end.  When that gay episode with Henry ended, I took some time mourning the
fact that it was over, and then I went on a five year campaign to prove to
myself my sexuality was of the regular, average, heterosexual variety.
And, I've already told you how that worked out for me... not what I was
hoping for at the time.  But, I'm more than fine with the result now.

Anyway, my misguided affair was with Henry Black who was the eighteen, soon
to be nineteen year old Eagle Scout in charge of the group of new recruits
of which I was a member.  There were six of us who were considering joining
the Boy Scouts.  Me and my two buddies were trying the Scouts because we'd
become bored with our summer and because we thought camping out over-night
sounded like an opportunity to do some cool mischief. This older boy, the
Eagle Scout Henry Black, was assigned to be our group's Eagle Scout
mentor... our group consisted of me, Carlos, Billy, and three other
recruits from Drexel Hill who we didn't know.  Right from the start Henry
seemed especially interested in mentoring me.  He'd call me into his tiny
office at the armory and, while smoking, ask me questions about
myself... some of them personal.  He gave me the creeps at first... maybe
it was the way he sat facing me with his legs crossed, one knee on top of
the other...  mostly you see ladies doing it that way.  He'd swing the top
leg slightly as he dragged on his cigarette, blowing billows of smoke
toward me as I stood in front of him at attention.  So, yeah... it was
creepy at first, but the more time I spent with him the less creeped-out
and more intrigued I became. Something stirred in my stomach, or maybe the
stirring was lower, in my balls.  It was most noticeable whenever he'd act
serious and pretentious about some inconsequential matter.  It gave me such
an odd feeling that I'd sometimes, involuntarily, shudder my shoulders
while watching him.  He had a peculiar, affected, way of smoking too.
Holding the cigarette at the end of his index and middle fingers,
backwards... the filter stuck out the back of his fingers so when he took a
drag the palm of his hand faced me. I've never see anyone else smoke in
that manner before or since, and Henry smoked a lot of cigarettes. He'd
take long, exaggerated, inhales followed by equally long exhales, seemingly
directly in my face. I grinned at that a little bit at first, thinking he
was joking with me, but he didn't smile back... just stared with his top
leg swinging and his head tilted to the side slightly.  Maybe he was trying
to figure out what I thought was funny... I guess that's what he was doing.
Whatever, I started hoping he'd call me into his office so I could
experience that new, weird feeling around my nuts. The whole thing was a
complete mystery to me back then in my ultra naive fourteen year old state
of mind.

The extra attention from Henry happened a few times during the first
meeting, but the big surprise happened at the conclusion of our second Boy
Scout meeting two days later. Henry ordered me to stay behind because he
wanted me to help put stuff away and clean up the National Guard armory
that we used for our twice a week Scout meetings.  I felt kind of flattered
to be chosen to help him.  Henry Black had wavy blond hair cut in a bad
regular boy's haircut which means it was severely tapered up the sides and
back, his cowlick at the crown of his head was cut too short to lay down,
the hair at the front of his head was left too long resulting in a clump of
hair hanging in his eyes half the time.  He continually finger-combed it
back across his pimple covered forehead only to have it fall back down a
minute later. Henry sported a faint blond mustache of wimpy blond hairs
above a cute mouth with nice white teeth... there was a chip missing at the
corner of the left front tooth which I thought made him look cool. Even us
fourteen year old boys recognized Henry as being a bit of a pompous ass, he
was quite taken with himself as an Eagle Scout, but I thought I also
detected a sweeter, vulnerable side to him occasionally, under all that
pomposity. He was geeky by most any kid's standards, but there was
something intriguing about Henry that drew me to him. Perhaps Henry
detected this and that's why he continually gave me the special attention.
He did not go to our public high school but instead attended a Military
Prep school in Valley Forge, Pennsylvania...  a senior this year which is
why I assumed he was eighteen years old.  I found out later he's actually
nineteen.  The military school he attended was another thing about Henry
that was impressive to me... it seemed so exotic and mature. It's a
"private" Military school of course, and that may be why he crosses his
legs like a girl and smokes his cigarettes backwards.  Private schools can
be snooty I've heard and, perhaps, Henry being around these pretentious
individuals had picked-up snooty habits himself.

Everyone had left the armory by the time Henry and I finished putting the
last of the paraphernalia of our Boy Scout meeting into the closets
assigned for that purpose... the job required me to be up close to Henry
more than I usually am and as a result his body odor became quite
noticeable. During our first meeting on Tuesday all of us recruits, behind
his back, made fun of Henry's BO, but tonight it was more pronounced then
it had been on Tuesday and therefore should have been harder for me to
tolerate, except it wasn't... I kept snorting little whiffs of it thinking
it was an exotic odor.  Henry's about six foot, one-inch tall with real
long arms and legs and big feet and hands.  Dirty knuckles and chewed
fingernails... the ends of his right index and middle fingers were stained
yellow from the nicotine smoke of the cigarettes... a pack of Lucky Strikes
filters was always visible in his top shirt pocket.  The boy had the most
beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen on anyone, movie stars or anyone!  Only
thing is, he never seemed to blink which caused me to blink more then I
normally needed to do. At first Henry interested me a little, but I was
still mostly ambivalent about him, then, as I've mentioned, the more
contact I had with him the more I became impressed with him.  So, after two
complete Boy Scout meetings and five or six individual, private, meetings
with Henry, I was quite intrigued by him.  Staying after to help him
clean-up the armory was kind of a thrilling thing for me. By the time we
were done the joint clean-up I'd become totally infatuated with him for
reasons I'm not sure of even to this day. There were a couple of obvious
ones, like... ya know, I knew I'd never be able to get in a military prep
school like Henry, so he seemed kind of heroic to me... kind of
special. And something about the way he took himself real seriously I
admired too because I'd always thought of myself as kind of a joker, even
my best buds didn't take me too seriously. Another thing was the attention
he was giving me, that made me like him too.  Oh hell, I just liked him
more then the other guys did almost right from the start, that's all.  I
kept my infatuation of him totally to myself of course... ya know, because
it was weird man, weird. Maybe it's that I just get impressed with certain
people too easily... I've been told I do. I'm too impressionable is what my
brother always told me... but, fuck, Josh couldn't get in a military prep
school either, so what does he know.

When Henry and I finished putting everything away he began sternly
examining each of the two closets as if it mattered that everything was in
the exact correct spot.  With puckered lips of concentration he glanced
over at me as I slouched against the armory's small bleacher section, then
he stared at me harder.  After doing that for a few seconds he took a deep
breath and quietly said, "While I'm doing this Andrew, you stand at
attention like I showed you how to do earlier tonight".  Thinking how silly
this was, I immediately stood up rigidly to my full height. Back then my
full height was five feet three inches, I didn't have my growth spurt until
I was sixteen. Standing tall as I could, my hands at my side very rigid,
exaggeratedly rigid. I was mocking the whole dumb concept of standing at
attention, but Henry didn't see it that way.  He saw me doing it
incorrectly so he got himself at attention too, right in front of me, and
looking down at me he did another inspection of me.  He reached over with
his nicotine stained index finger and flipped it up the front of my nose a
few times saying, "Your head should be back slightly".  His finger smelled
like the old ashtray my mom keeps in the garage for when she sneaks a
smoke.  I put my head back trying not to smirk or make a face because of
the smell.  He held that stinky finger right under my nose until he was
satisfied my head was properly aligned and perfectly still...  when I was
standing properly he dragged the finger down from my nostrils, down my top
lip onto my bottom one and in the process it pulled my bottom lip inside
out. Henry left his finger right there on the wet side of my inside-out
bottom lip, an odd expression on his face.  I frowned at him, but didn't do
or say anything like I should have... shortly he said, "Stay still, you
need to learn to follow orders if you're to be a Boy Scout.  You think I
got to be an Eagle Scout, which only one out of fifty Scouts ever qualify
for, without following orders?" When I said nothing, he said, "Of course
you didn't think that... I feel you have some limited potential to be one
of those one-in-fifty" and with that he let my lip flop back in
place... the taste of the nicotine was bitter. I started to relax and he
did that creepy shouting of, "A..ten...shun!" so I got back stiff and
played his game a bit longer, all the time thinking, 'this is stupid'.. but
my dick felt funny and something rolled around in my nuts, it felt
good. Once more, I didn't know what to make of that.

Henry said, "Stay as you are..." he was closing, then locking, each closet.
Turning back to me, he stared at my face again, his eyes are amazing to
look into... the different shades of blue appear to be moving around, maybe
they actually were moving around... they fascinated me.  Henry reached over
and pulled on the hair that had grown over my ears, "Get this cut short for
next meeting or I'll need to give you two demerits".  He'd said all that in
the nicer way he has about him, not the real stern way.  He'd said it as if
the last thing he wanted to do was give me demerits, but he'd do so if
forced to. The way he took himself so seriously was almost hypnotic, I
looked back into his face, now seeing an almost friendly expression there,
almost.  I was standing as tall as I could get now.  Without changing his
expression, Henry inserted both his hands inside the waistband of my boxer
shorts to pull them and my pants up over my hips, "No sagger pants in the
Boy Scouts, Andrew Fisher.  Wear your pants on your hips."  With his
fingers inside my shorts I felt the coolness of the back of them on my bare
belly.  As I mentioned, Henry's hands were big and the fingers long so his
fingertips were into the top of my pubic hairs.  He dragged both hands
toward my belly button until they met over my dick which was gathering
blood and stiffening-up.  Then Henry tugged upward on my pants, in effect
giving me a wedgie, and the damnest thing... my dick stirred noticeably now
while I continued staring into the startlingly blue eyes of my Eagle Scout
mentor.  He held the wedgie up tight against my ass crack in the back, and
my nuts in the front, for what seemed a long time while staring calmly back
at me... it was almost like he wanted to see what I'd do.  That was the
second time I needed to complain about his actions, but I did nothing
except take short, fast, breaths and continue standing as straight for
Henry as I could.  A look came into his eyes, it may have been one of
excitement, then the slightest nod of his head, to himself I think.  He
said, "Come with me, Andrew, I'm going to treat you to a special boy scout
tradition because I think you have the right stuff". Keeping one hand in
the waistband of my cargo short he half led and half pulled me across the
armory floor into the men's lavatory.  My heart skipped a beat, I'd heard
stories about sexual activities in the Boy Scouts but I didn't really
believe it could happen to me.  Fact is I was curious what Henry had in
mind, and I still had that semi-stiffy in my pants which felt nice, so I
went along for the ride.  Honestly, I thought Henry was a fascinating
boy... he somehow excited me.  It was a little scary too, which made it
even more of an adventure.

Leading me over to a spot were a urinal and a sink sat side by side, then
letting go of my waistband, Henry said, in a conversational manner, "This
is our answer to the old "blood brother" routine that's so outdated, and
for obvious reasons too.  Instead of pricking our fingers or wrist to
combine our blood and prove we're brothers, we'll touch each others
penis... drop your pants now Andrew.  You must drop them yourself, I can't
do it for you". I hesitated with a questioning expression on my face, Henry
quietly said, "Come on, Andrew... lets get this over with" so I unbuttoned
my shorts and pulled them down along with my boxer underwear.  "Just down
to your knees will be fine" he said, as he stared at my half-hard, un-cut
dick.  Another slight head nod to himself as he reached over and took hold
of my member.  Obviously it was stiffening up with the touch of his fingers
which really embarrassed me, but I stood straight up for him because by now
it was apparent I was totally in over my head.  I was in new territory,
except for one tiny aspect of this incident...  my two best buds and me had
jerked off together in contests to see who could shoot first and who could
shoot furthest, so exposing myself to another boy like this wasn't new, him
touching me certainly was though.  It had been almost a year ago that my
buds and me had turned fourteen years old and we were super excited about
our dicks, and cumming, and all that.  Carlos' sister almost caught the
three of us jerking-off together in their basement once and I think that
was the last time we ever did it together. But, as I said, Henry's hand was
the first person's hand that ever touched my dick other than mine.  One of
his hands held my cock and the other fondled my nuts.  "This creates trust
among us in the upper ranks of Scouts, Andrew.  It's almost like a secret
handshake thing.  You've heard of that haven't you?"  I nodded my head
dumbly as I concentrated with all my might on not springing a full-fledged
boner. My dick, with a mind of it's own, was getting very close to doing
just that.

By now I was no longer staring into Henry's eyes, I was staring at his
hands on my cock and balls... hands with dirty knuckles giving me a boner.
"You're uncut like me. That's very good except you must be conscientious
about cleaning under the foreskin"... he was pulling back the sheath that
covered the head of my cock as he spoke.  It felt so different having
someone do that for me and I did short puffs of air out between my lips
making quiet, but noticeable sounds with each puff.  Henry looked up at me
with a smirk saying, "Almost done, you're doing OK so far.  Ya know, I
wasn't going to tell you tonight, but what the hell, I'll tell ya...  I'm
making you my assistant for the coming scout meetings and for the the over
night camp-out too.  If you don't screw-up you will continue in that
position throughout the year and they're are privileges that go with the
position which I think you'll like. No running laps for one thing, no
policing the area for another, eat at the non-coms table and stuff like
that." The whole time he talked he was slowly pulling my foreskin on and
off the head of my cock and there wasn't any way it wasn't going to bone
up.  Henry talked in a casual manner, not particularly bossy at all. When
it was obvious my cock was a hard, shiny, boner he stroked it fast a half
dozen times and then let go of it... my almost five inches of bone stood
straight out from my belly, my pubic patch hiding only the very bottom of
it.  I was taking fast breaths feeling warm all over, but a boner always
feels good and Henry had pretty much disarmed me by now with his confident,
direct manner.  It was obvious he knew what he was doing and I felt honored
to be his chosen assistant... chosen to be in the higher ranks of Scouts.

I spent some time looking at my boner sticking out there on it's own, then
looking back up to Henry's face, I blushed and looked right back down
again.  He gave me a rare little wan smile at that and he goes, "I know,
this is a little weird, but you're doing OK for a first timer.  Here's the
part that's like the blood brother thingie" and he leaned down from his
high height and licked the head of my boner a glancing lick.  It was such a
light lick my hard cock barely moved.  "OK, now you" and he pulled his
pants down like mine were and said, "A leader has to be willing to do what
his men do and as you saw, I did it to you first... go ahead Andrew, it's
OK, you can touch mine and do just what I did with yours.  Get me hard and
do that inspection.  It's called a short-arm inspection in the military, by
the way.  It's not just me making it up."  I thought I had heard or read
about something like that, but couldn't remember details.  It did make me
feel slightly better about the whole thing though, knowing it was a
military procedure that he'd obviously been taught how to do at his
military Prep school.  Henry had a longer cock then mine by far, but about
the same thickness.  I'd say his cock was at least seven and a half inches
long, the longest I'd ever seen. My dick was middle sized in our three best
friend group.  Carlos' was longer than mine and Billy's was shorter... and
inch in each case.  Funny, Billy had the shortest dick but the biggest
balls. Thinking that strange thought, I took Henry's cock hesitantly and
pulled back the foreskin to reveal a clean cock head.  Looking up at him
for approval, Henry says, "We'll say that's the short-arm inspection part.
Now do the rest, get me hard and lick my boner".  I was resigned to
following through and, let me tell ya, he got a boner almost before I
stroked him twice.  He grunted out, "Stroke it, like I said!" ... although
seemingly out of breath, he was still being rather casual about this ordeal
which made it easier for me to do these things.  I stroked him a number of
times, it was kinda cool feeling how hard his cock got, a long wood
pole... maybe eight inches boned up like this, WOW!  When some drips of
precum appeared he said, "Go ahead...  lick it now, Andrew.  Go ahead".
Yuck, this was the weirdest part yet... kinda gross.  I bent down and did a
real quick lick like he did on mine, but he told me I'd missed his boner
entirely.  Well, I tasted his precum so I hadn't miss the head of his cock,
but I did it again because he told me to... also, he'd told me to do it in
a more stern manner than he'd used up till now.  That made me do the
licking part slower this time.  With my tongue on the head of his cock
Henry held my head in place right there... he was strong.  His dick slipped
off my tongue but maintained contact with my chin.  "This is your very
first time so let's try to get you through this.  I'll work with you, but
you need to try harder, don't be such a doofus ... stick out your tongue
and we'll be sure it done correctly.  It's my responsibility as your mentor
to help you get it right."  My heart was pounding because this was
weird. Two seconds of silence and then he says, "Hurry up! I don't mind
taking the extra time, but it is making me late for a date with my girl
friend."

Bending over to be level with his cock, swallowed hard I'm thinking, 'I've
come this far and fuck, I really want to be his assistant', so I stuck out
my tongue.  "For Christ sakes, open wider Andrew" and when I did he slid
his boner into my mouth.  I was so startled I closed my mouth on it and
Henry snapped out, "No teeth! Think for once!  You are assistant Eagle
Scout material, aren't you?.  Your teeth scraped my penis."  I was getting
confused here, and he seemed so pissed-off, but I nodded my head and opened
my mouth again to keep my teeth away from his cock.  He pushed his boner in
further until the head of it was gagging me at the back of my throat.  It
was like at the doctors when the doctor says, "Say Ahhhh".  I was totally
disoriented, hardly able to think how his boner had gotten into my mouth in
the first place... and I'm thinking...  'why do I keep screwing this damn
thing up.  Concentrate and get done with it.'  Henry was still pissed-off,
but it seemed he was making every effort to sound slightly
encouraging... he even snorted a chuckle-like sound and said, "It's Ok,
we'll sort this out, but I've got to admit I've never seen anyone fuck this
up so badly".  It was as if it was all my fault, but he was still willing
to help me.  He said quietly, "Let's make it simple for you, suck the head
of my cock and that will be the blood brother test.  Go ahead suck it, but
only a little."  I backed my head off of his boner and sucked the head of
his cock tentatively, hardly believing I was doing it.  Henry said, "That's
too much" as he pulled my head forward into his groin. My nose went into
his smelly bush and his boner slipped down past my gag reflex into my
throat.  Panic!...but before I could react he pulled back and pushed it in
again and just as quickly pulled it back out.  "Suck it again if you want".
I was so discombobulated by now I thought I needed to suck it instead of
the quick lick... but, didn't I already do that?  Shouldn't we already be
Boy Scout brothers or blood brothers or whatever the fuck we'd be?.  I
sucked it again though because I'd been messing this up so badly and now
Henry sounded like he was losing all patience with me.

He said, "Oh hell, you might as well do it again if you want, you've
already sucked me off" and without thinking I did suck the head of his cock
again... I didn't know what I was suppose to be doing by now.  After that
last suck though, I pulled my head away and whined, "I already did that, I
think?" Henry said, "Oh for God sakes, yes... you did it many times
actually, but I won't tell anyone, Andrew.  I should though, you know
why...  because we do not go in for that sort of queer behavior here in the
Boy Scouts!  But... what the fuck, I'll try to keep it between you and me.
You just blew me, is what you did.  You sucked my cock like a gay cock
sucker tried to do to me once when I was a kid... boy did I kick the shit
out of him. Why'd ya do that?  Huh?  Why'd ya suck me off?"  I stood up
straight again and said, "What..? Didn't you say..?  Wasn't I suppose to do
what you said..?"  Henry sounded so tired with this whole messed-up deal,
he adjusted my shoulders so they were pulled back, then said, "OK, we'll
just say you got carried away, you couldn't resist putting my cock in your
mouth and blowing me... that's what you did, Andrew, you sucked my cock
like a queer, but I won't tell on you."

I was actually shaking when I asked, " I sucked your cock?" and Henry said,
"I know you did, Andrew, you don't need to keep telling me that.  It's a
bitch though because now we got to finish it off and I really don't have
the time.  You got me horned-up like my girlfriend does so you're going to
have to get me off now like she does too.  It's OK, just you and me will
know.  Turn around."  I was "No, please.. you don't mean..."  Henry was
very stern when he said, "I won't hurt you, trust me like I talked about
earlier.  You do listen, don't you?  You don't want me to tell the other
guys you couldn't stop yourself and you went right ahead and sucked my
cock, do ya?"  I go, "Oh no, please it was an accident.  I sucked you off
by accident."  Henry made a face like I was sounding crazy and then he
said, "I'll get you out of this mess, I just told you that.  Turn the hell
around and hold onto the rim of the urinal there so we can get this over
with".  Looking down I saw the normal missed pee stains all around the
urinal's rim and down below were more piss stains and it had a strong urine
smell... stale urine.  Henry took one of my wrist and pulled my hand down
to the urinal, "Just grab here for a second like I told you to do."  I was
so totally out of it by now, totally confused... it seemed Henry was being
so authoritative though, like he knew exactly what needed to be done, and
he did say he'd cover up for me.  He wouldn't tell on me, so I gripped the
rim of that filthy urinal with both hands, which of course necessitated me
bending over.  I felt Henry playing around near my asshole and the reality
of what was going to happen set-in full-blast then.  "No, don't Henry
please..." he said, "We got to, you blew me and got me all horny.  Boy, you
have plump buttocks for a slim boy. Here... you better pull back your ass
cheeks and I'll be able to enter your hole easier. Won't hurt so much if
you help me fuck you. That's my boy." His voice had that real confident,
routine, sound to it now and that incongruously made me think it was
alright to do what he said... after all, he was helping me.  So, I let go
of the rim of the urinal and, still bending over, spread my ass cheeks with
both hand.  "Spread them more Andrew, really spread them apart if you want
an easier entry"... I spread them almost flat asking, "Is this OK, Henry?"
Henry goes, "You want this bad, don't you?  I'll do you up nice, like I
promised".  I grunted out, "Excuse me...?  What?..."

He put a hand on each of my shoulders then and pulling me back towards him
humped his boner way up inside my asshole.  It felt like a fat flag pole
went up there.  Really burned and hurt, but it was done so fast I just
gasped as Henry goes, "Good, really nice hole, Andrew.  We'll work through
this together. Grab the urinal rim with both hands now like I told you
before, and I'll fuck you a brand new twat, and then everything will be
fine.  Keep your twat up higher, Andrew.  I'm a lot taller than you" I
thought, "New twat...?"  But hold that thought, he really started fucking
my ass at that point so I wasn't thinking about anything else but that for
a couple of minutes.  I held on to that urinal's rim for dear life as he
pounded his long cock up inside me time after time, his crotch slapping
against my buttocks... smack, smack, smack, smack... me going
"Oof.. oof... oof.. oof".  The hurt went away quickly and after two minutes
I was making moaning sounds in between his withdrawals and
thrusts... licking my lips and thinking, 'no way this can feel so
good... how can this be? he really, really must know what he's doing.  This
must be what the older guys do sometimes with each other.  Ohhhh, it feels
so good'.

Henry was grunting with every slam up my ass by now... his boner was so
long it felt surreal, my body was rocked up against that filthy urinal with
each penetration, the top of my head banging against the back of it where
guys direct their piss streams, my hands slippery with stale pee on the rim
"Ohhhh... ahhhhh oh oh oh" I couldn't help myself, I let out these sounds
of pleasure and surprise.  My cock was as hard as it's ever been in my life
and I could tell I was right on the verge of cumming so, for some reason, I
announced it to Henry... I think I was asking his permission.  I said, in a
questioning way, "I'm going to cum, Henry...?"  Henry goes, "Me too" and
then cum streamed straight out of my boner to blast up against the
porcelain urinal, burning with the force of the stream and nothing ever
felt like that before.... nothing ever felt so good.  I sensed, deep inside
my bowels, Henry's initial sharp piercing spurt of cum and then everything
was slippery and wet.  He plowed my hole in a frenzy for a full minute
after climaxing and then slowed up to eventually stop, pull his cock out,
and let out a long sigh.  I felt so empty back there.  Henry's spunk
drooled out of my asshole and ran down the inside of both my legs.

Out of breath, Henry says, "Stay right there a second more, Andrew".  I did
what he said... I was appreciating all kinds of new, fabulous sensations
shooting around my belly, ass, thighs and down to my toes.  It was all
totally new, very exhilarating, and then as Henry dabbed at my hole with
paper towels I came down off my high a little and tears ran down my face.
I whined, "You fucked me like I was a girl, Henry".  He spoke
matter-of-factly when he said, "I took your manhood basically,
Andrew... but you cooperated every step of the way, from sucking my cock to
get it hard, to helping me get my boner inside your ass... remember, you
pulled apart your ass cheeks."  He was being patient but a touch annoyed
about the whole thing too. Whatever, facts are facts, he had just fucked
me. He wasn't sounding angry, intimidating, or harsh, but rather like he
was glad an unpleasant chore had been completed.  He got a new dry paper
towel and while wiping up more drooling cum from my asshole he murmured,
"You wanted it bad I guess.  It's not really my thing at all, but it's done
now and you're kind of my 'boy' from now on and I guess that's all there is
to it. I'll help you out though, Andrew.  I accept that
responsibility... and it won't be a totally bad thing for you."  I was
scared then, "What do you mean you took my manhood and I'm your boy?"
"Shhhh, you're upset, of course.  Here..." and he hugged me awkwardly
against his body like I was a six year old. "We'll work together with this.
Jeez, you sucked me off, Andrew... what else could I do but finish the job
for you."  His BO was so strong now, stronger than ever... an ultra sweet,
almost rotten odor that somehow made me feel we were back to sort of
familiar grounds again and it calmed me down somehow.  I wondered how I'd
missed the strong odor while we were doing those things here in the
bathroom just minutes ago. Some way or other Henry's BO resonated with
something in my unconscious mind and became the calming common denominator
for the remainder of the bizarre actions between Henry and me, right up
till the abrupt end.  I though, ' it hasn't even been ten minutes since
Henry had locked the closets after we'd put all the stuff away.  Less than
ten minutes had passed, how did all this happen in such a short period of
time? '

My tears didn't last but a second, I swallowed back a sob and asked, "What
do we do now, Henry?"  He finished wiping my ass, folded a paper towel into
a three inch square and put it in the bottom of my underpants, then pulled
them up from around my knees, tight around my nuts. He patted my nuts and
my ass from outside the underpants and said, "Well for one thing, you and I
will take good care of these together from now on" then he did some
additional ass and nuts patting to be sure I understood what he was
referring to.  "They belong to both of us now, but I won't shirk my
responsibility, you can depend on me to be servicing you regularly."  I
shook my head slowly in a daze and found myself leaning against him,
feeling weak and beat-up.  If Henry said we had joint ownership of my cock,
balls, and ass, I guess we did.  He put his arms around me again, it felt
more like a restraining hold than a hug, and he whispered, "We're like
brothers now, real brothers.  Do you have any brothers?"  I mumbled into
his BO infected shoulder, "One, but he'll be going away to college in
September".  Henry said, "Well, I'll take his place, so you still have a
big brother, but you'll need to do what I tell ya to do.  I won't tolerate
bullshit from you. It's a good thing I'll be looking out for ya, especially
now with this additional responsibility you'll have as my assistant.  Oh
well, as long as I'm the man here and you're the... well, we'll say, you're
the boy, we'll make it all work somehow.  Don't fucking worry, I already
promised you I won't tell anyone about you blowing me and making me fuck
you... that's going to be our secret as long as you keep up your end of the
bargain."  His BO puffed up around us as he moved his arms talking to me,
and now it felt like my safe harbor even more than before... yeah, I
somehow felt safe with Henry now.  He said he'd keep my secret and take
care of me, that sounded like a good thing.  And, what he had just done to
me had felt so good, and still felt real good minutes later. I'm inside a
special place now, a secret society kind of thing and it's all thanks to
Henry. My buds now seemed kind of immature compared to Henry and me... to
be honest, at that moment I thought Henry was awesome.

We hugged that awkward half-hug, half-wrestling-hold, way... both of us
swaying in that weird position for a couple of seconds.  Henry had pulled
my underwear up earlier, but my cargo pants and Henry's underwear and pants
were still around our respective knees.  Henry seem oblivious to this fact
and, back into a business-as-usual manner he said, "You OK now?"  I nodded
my head and he said, "I need to do something.  Relax..." as he lowered his
arm to get my head in an headlock under his left arm. I hardly had to bend
over at all because of our height differential, the back of my neck
squished into his wet armpit, my face looking down at the lavatory floor.
I squirmed but he tightened his arm around my neck grunting out, "Hold
still, god damnit!  Learn to do what I fucking tell you to do..." so I
became docile and loosely put my arms around his waist... I didn't know
what else to do with them. Henry took out his pocket comb and held it under
the sink's running water.  I rolled my eyes to the top of their sockets and
looked at the comb as the water ran over it, there was a lot of gray matter
accumulated near the spine of the comb in between the teeth.  When the comb
was wet he started combing my hair, then wetting the comb again, then
combing my hair... and again, and again.  I was limp, he'd totally gotten
control of all of me and I wasn't the slightest bit mad about it either, I
was now enjoying holding onto his BO body and letting him do what needed to
be done to me in order to make everything OK again.  The BO, by the way,
was all encompassing where my head was now.  I resigned myself to it and
took deep inhales of the pungent, almost sickly sweet, rotten smell of ripe
body odor.  Henry was my leader and I wanted desperately to bond with him.
I wanted to inhale his smell and be his disciple or something like
that. Even as I was doing it I knew it was weird, but the rules had
changed... I'd somehow fucked-up and sucked his cock, but even so, he
wasn't going to tell on me so he's my hero now.  I wanted to be like him so
that he'd continue to like me and wouldn't change his mind and tell my
friends what I did... my buddies weren't allowed in our secret handshake
world and wouldn't understand about such things in any case.  I mean, Henry
chose me, not one of them... there had to be a reason, right?

"If you're going to be my assistant, I want you looking all proper like."
My hair had forever been parted in the middle and kind of long, all around
my head.  Henry had combed out the middle part and was putting a wet-haired
part on the left side of my head, kind of low, like his. He needed to
really wet my long hair down before it would stay in this new position.  He
worked on it with my head sticking out under his left arm as he spoke
casually, asking, "Do you know the Mane Street barbershop?" I muttered into
his smelling chest, "That old-time shop near Dunkin Donut" He goes, "That's
it.  Before next meeting, get your hair cut by one of those two guys in
there... ask for a regular tapered cut and you'll get a proper haircut.  It
makes sense for you to look right for the assistant Eagle Scout
position... as far as the other matters goes, we'll be keeping those to
ourselves.  Your proper haircut will also set the example for others to
neaten-up their appearance too.  I always win the award for best squad at
these recruiting camps and I expect to win this one too."  He was done with
my hair... he straightened me up, letting go of my body, and I leaned back
against the sink.  Henry wiped some random cum off his soft cock and pulled
up his pants. Then, from the outside of my underwear he felt my balls
again, squeezed my ass cheeks using both his hands, and after a bit pulled
up my cargo pants too, "OK, we're all put back together.  Do you feel a new
blood-brother closeness, Andrew?" I said, "Maybe... I feel different."
Henry said, "Stand up straight."  When I did, he said, "Get use to saying,
'Yes, Henry' when acknowledging something I've said to you... or, when
we're in Scout meetings say, 'Yes, Sir'.  That shows respect and others
will learn to respect you too if you respect your betters.  OK?"  I felt so
tired, I said, "Yes, Sir...er, I mean... yes, Henry" He said, "We'll
practice that another time, but for now, lets get out of here."

Outside there was a real nice normal summer night waiting for us, it seemed
strange considering how unusual things had been inside.  Henry sat on the
brick wall in front of the Post Office, crossed his legs in that unusual
way again, and took two Lucky Strike cigarettes out of a hard pack handing
one to me.  "It's time you learned to smoke too... I like to have someone
to smoke with on breaks" he lit our cigarettes and instructed me to take
small puffs, then tiny inhales which got me coughing.  The taste was gross,
but he insisted I smoke two cigarettes before saying, "OK, this is another
area we'll need to work more on later. Now, what do you say to acknowledge
something I've said to you?"  I quietly responded with,"Yes, Henry" he
asked, "If we're in a Scout meeting?" I go, "Yes, sir".  He patter my
cheek, again like I was a six year old, stood up, and he mumbled at me,
"Good boy! Let's go".  Henry had his arm around my neck as we
walked... again, it was in a dominant manner as opposed to a "buddies" kind
of thing.  I stumbled along beside him holding onto his waist...  the BO
wafted up at me with every step, but I liked it fine by now.  It was just
Henry being Henry.  He said, "OK, we've make the best of an unfortunate
occurrence this evening. You're young and you made a bad mistake, but in
the process of me covering up your mistake we've managed to help you gain
some maturity and you've actually learned some respect for your
betters... so, that ain't so bad, is it?"  Not sure what he meant, I said,
"No, Henry, that's not so bad".  We walked for awhile together like that,
me squeezed uncomfortable up against Henry's side, his arm roughly and
tightly around my neck with his sweaty armpit rubbing off on the back of my
neck and his cum drooling out from my asshole and squishing between my ass
cheeks.  When he talked now he sometime slid the side of his face down
against the side of mine, his pimples scratched my smooth clear skin.  Even
I saw the dominant nature of him doing that to me, but I liked it even
though it implied I was a little boy, or even his girl, perhaps.  I knew he
did it to teach me who was boss, he did it, in other words, because he
could.  I wasn't the least bit resentful...I was grateful he was helping me
and I had the sense that he liked me, the same sense that I'd had when we
first started putting the stuff away in the closets so long ago.  I say so
long ago, but it hadn't even been a half hour.

As he confidently handled me anyway he wanted, Henry explained that since
we had our next meeting in a couple of days I need to get my haircut at the
Mane Street Barbershop tomorrow, Saturday... he wanted it looking fresh for
the Monday Boy Scout meeting when he'd announce my promotion to assistant
Eagle Scout.  He instructed furthermore that until I actually got to the
barbershop tomorrow I was to comb my hair like he had combed it so it would
be properly trained to lay in this new way, "OK... so far, Andrew, I want
you to tell me you're OK with everything I want you to do?"  I said, "Yes,
Henry, I am".  It felt relaxing and comfortable for me just letting Henry
be my leader... he actually was my leader in any case, so I was being smart
realizing that fact and looking at the metaphorical glass as half full,
instead of half empty.  I told myself I liked being bossed by Henry and as
much as I checked myself out with that to see if I was missing something,
it still seemed true.  I wasn't fooling myself.  Henry was about four years
older then me, he knew so much more about everything then I did, he'd
accomplished so much more, he was a leader... Henry was a "man" for christ
sakes, and I was a boy... at best.  Why wouldn't I want to look up to him
and admire him... and be grateful he's taken an interest in me.

He let go of my neck, took out two cigarettes and told me to lite them
both.  I did, then handing one to him, as he did with me earlier, I said,
"Is this the right way, Henry?"  He ignored that and instead, out of the
blue, asked me if there was something he could do for me, something I
needed.  I coughed trying to inhale like Henry, and then asked what he
meant... it seemed he wanted to do me a favor because we're blood brothers.
After a bit we finally zeroed in on a favor I really needed... my broken
motor scooter.  It was out of commission for good unless I could get three
hundred dollars for a new motor, which was basically out of the question.
I brightened up considerably when he said, "See my knuckles, they're always
dirty looking.  Ya know why?... that's embedded grease from my job.  During
the summer I work at my Dad's auto shop fixing car motors, brakes,
whatever.  I'll put a new motor in your scooter for free.  After your
haircut Saturday morning, walk to Hanover Street and then two blocks to the
left down to the garage..."Black's Auto Repair" you can't miss it.  I'll
drive you home from there and we'll pick-up your scooter and that very
afternoon you'll drive the scooter home".  He said it all so matter of
factly, I totally believed him.  I'm like, "Thank you so much, Henry. I
love that scooter and I thought I'd never ride it again".  Henry said,
"Brothers take care of each other." and with his BO coming up in waves with
every movement of his arms, he did the weird hug again... it was a cross
between a hug and a violent squeeze like he wanted to hurt me.  My dick
stirred and I felt really close to Henry at that moment.  I hugged him
around the waist with both arms saying, "Thank you so much Henry"... he
goes, "OK, not too much of that hugging though or you'll be wanting to suck
my cock again" He sounded annoyed for the first time in awhile so I
immediately let go and mumbled, "I'm sorry".  He said, "I'll decide what's
appropriate affectionate gestures, you just keep your hands to yourself.
It's unseemly for an underling to accost his superior."

Nodding my head that I understood, he stopped walking abruptly and I
stopped too of course, Henry took my chin between his thumb and index
finger and pulled my head up to look at him, "You understand what I'm
saying, Andrew?"  I go, "Yes, Sir" and he told me to tell him what he'd
just meant.  I hesitated, wanting to get it right... "You meant you're my
superior and I need to not do anything unless you tell me to.  Right?"
Henry exhaled cigarette smoke in my face and smiled for the first time in a
long while and says, "Good boy... and just think, instead of a disaster
tonight, you and me turned it into a huge success, Andrew.  We've almost
completely buried your mistakes... it's in the past, isn't it?" I said,
"Yes, Sir".  Henry started walking again, with me matching his steps, we
both took last drags on our cigarettes, flipped them into the street and
Henry says, "They'll be more of what we did in the men's room, Andrew.  You
do understand that it's necessary I hope.  For God sake, you don't blow a
man like me and it's over with just like that.  I'll need to fuck you quite
a few times so I can feel like a total man again.  You've really made it
difficult for me, I'm trying not to get mean spirited about it, but it
needs to be rectified.  You got that?"  When he said, "You got that?" I
heard the edge to his voice that meant he wasn't fucking around.  Us
recruits had heard it a few times and five laps around the parking lot was
usually our punishment if we responded incorrectly.  I said, "Yes, Henry"
and then meekly asked, "You're still keeping this our secret, right Henry?"
He goes, "If you behave, yes, no nonsense though. You got me?"  I said,
quite confidently, "Yes, sir!"  He went, "Good boy, but for Christ
sakes... I told you to say, "Yes, Henry" when we're away from the armory,
not "Yes, Sir"" and with that last rebuke we split up.  Henry went one way
and I went the other on our way to our respective homes.

All these years later, with my pick-up going seventy miles an hour down
route 95, it was kinda amazing the way the miles were flying by as I
reminisced about that beginning to my "Henry incident". Guess it was four
years ago now.  My truck's tank had been filled up once already and
Maryland was just around the bend.  I hadn't thought about the Henry
incident all that much in past years, it was more or less buried inside my
subconscious mind perhaps.  But now, hey... I've acknowledged that I'm gay
so it seems appropriate I visit my only gay experience.  Of course, back
then, I never once entertained the thought that I was gay or that Henry was
gay.  I chose to believe what Henry said it was... all that double-talk
about blood brothers and the secret handshake and what older teen boys in
the "know" do for sexy fun before they entered the heterosexual life
forever.  I'd been let in "the know" early by Henry because my accidental
blow-job had threatened Henry's manhood and he had no choice really.  He
had to open this world to me even though I was only fourteen years old, in
order to, you know... to rectify the situation through the process of
fucking me till it was obvious he was the man... and I wasn't, or something
to that effect. Admittedly it was an outlandish reach, but looking back
it's obvious I was letting my true sexuality send erroneous information to
my brain.  I liked the gay sex aspect of this accidental "Henry incident"
so I was able to accept any explanation other then the one about us being
homos... any explanation except the real one.

I recall laying in bed that night after Henry fucked me that first time.  I
was going over everything that happened between Henry and me and I was more
or less fine with all of it. I'll be twenty in a few weeks now, but my
fourteen year old brain back then was rationalizing like crazy.  I remember
thinking about guys in prison getting force-fucked up the ass by stronger
inmates, but I also remember reading some of the Kinsey report on my
computer which indicated that it wasn't unusual for teens to engage in
homosexual activities during an experimental short time period without them
actually being homos.  Back then I was sure I wasn't queer, but I also knew
I had kind of a hero-worship thing going with Henry.  After all, he'd
promoted me to assistant Eagle Scout and then tried to let me enter into
the blood brotherhood thingie of Eagle Scouts and when some things went a
little wrong, we worked them out OK.  At age fourteen I knew nothing about
sexual relations in general and everything Henry told me made sense because
I wanted it to make sense... and because what he did to me made my whole
body feel awesome. The last thought I had before falling asleep was the way
Henry, in almost an annoyed manner, had told me that I was his boy now and
that he wouldn't shirk his responsibilities in that regard... he said
something like that.  He clarified it to mean there'd be more nights like
last night.  It seemed so "deep"... and so adult, and so important.  I felt
close to Henry really, I also didn't want to disappoint him or let him down
in any way...  and I decided I wasn't going to let my buds make fun of
Henry anymore either. They just didn't get "it" like Henry and I did.


to be continued.......   Chapter Two  (the trip & more Henry)

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