Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2010 15:16:10 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Initiation

INITIATION

Copyrighted 2010

A True Story

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This story, as related to me, describes the circumstances that led to the
initial experience of being introduced to the pleasures of anal sex. The
names and locations have been changed to avoid any possible embarrasment to
any persons. The writer assumes no responsibility for the contents.

If you are not of legal age in your locality or should you not approve of
this type of story, PLEASE READ NO FURTHER.

There is a copyright, and the story is not to be copied, reproduced or
posted on any website without the authors written permission. However, it
is assigned to the Nifty Archives for posting in accordance with their
guidelines.

mariner23502@hotmail.com

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I was in my eleventh or twelfth year when very subtle feelings akin to the
urges that dictate a need to urinate became increasingly evident in my
loins. The feelings were pleasant, not hurtful, and I learned that these
feelings would intensify, if I rubbed my four-inch cock. Once when I was
taking a shower the warm needle-like spray was beating on my cock. My cock
was swelling and a warm feeling spread all over me. Using my index finger
and my thumb, I slid my foreskin back and forth and I could feel my acorn
size balls tightened the more I stroked my cock. An intense pressure was
building in my loins and the more I rubbed my cock, the more difficult my
breathing became.  Not knowing what was happening inside of me, and the
intense feelings scared me and I stopped.

That experience really scared me and even though the feelings persisted, I
knew I needed someone to talk with about how I felt but, I didn't know
'who'.  My father was and still is a strong Southern Baptist. Sexual needs
or the cause was a subject that was never discussed. Out of fear of severe
chastisement and extensive preaching on the sins of mankind, I knew he was
not the one. Don't get me wrong, I loved my father but, from all that I had
heard from listening too other boys in school, he seemed to be the last
person that I could ask for advise.

Karl, a boy the same age as me had hinted about checking to see who had the
biggest cock and 'jerking' off to see who could 'shoot' the most 'cum'. I
really didn't know what he was talking about but, I didn't want to sound
like a jerk so I made an excuse to get out of it although the way he said
it sounded exciting and I wondered if it was anything like the times I
played with myself.

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When we walked home from school, we passed a large grove of trees that were
on the back part of what was called Founders Park. It was supposedly named
for the original families that settled what was our town. The town was
surrounded by family farms of different acreage and there were two canning
factories and an agricultural distributorship plus the usual hardware
store, two small cafes, a F.W. Woolworth store and a single movie
theatre. The park was used mainly for family picnics, school outings and
the annual Founders Day picnic. There was thick folaige around the base of
the trees and we had heard stories about people doing sexual stuff in that
part of the park.

One day when we were walking home after playing a scrimmage football game
against the schools ninth grade class. Karl, a real sports jock, was
talking about one of the plays where he knocked some guy on his ass but,
instead of listening to him, I was thinking about the boy that had tackled
me and how I liked the feeling of his hard body against mine. His
jockstrap, like mine, had probably caused the bulge in his groin and I
could feel it pressing hard into mine. I felt my cock starting to get hard
but when the boy pushed himself up, his groin pressed his bulge harder
against mine. When he looked at me, he grinned as he pushed his body upward
to get off of me. I rolled over to get up but, I could swear he knew I was
getting a hardon.

I had heard some of the older boys in school talking about 'screwing' some
girls 'pussy' or that they were so 'horny'they had to jerk off. One or two
mentioned getting a 'blowjob if they couldn't get any pussy and hearing
that really puzzled me. I hadn't told Karl about the things I had overheard
but, the feelings the boy had caused sort of lingered in my loins and
suddenly, I blurted out, "Karl, do you know what a 'blowjob' is?"

"What?" he replied in a surprised tone, stopping suddenly and looking at
me. "Where did you hear that?" He asked.

His startled tone shook me at first and I hesitated briefly before
answering in what I thought was a nonchalant tone, "Oh,I heard a couple of
the guys at school talking about getting a blowjob, and I was wondering
what it was. That's all."

We hadn't moved from the spot where we had stopped when I startled Karl
with my question. For a moment, I thought maybe I had stumped him but, he
was thinking before he answered my question.

"Okay, Brandon, let's see," he replied softly,almost too softly. "I've
asked you to jerk off with me but you say no. Now you come out of nowhere
with 'what is a blowjob' Man, you slay me, you really do."

"I'm sorry about that, Karl," I said sheepishly. "I've been wondering if
you would ask me again."

Karl moved a little closer and looked around before he spoke. "We can go
into the woods, and if you're serious we can have some fun right
now. You've got me all horny talking about blowjobs and if you're ready, I
am," he growled in a husky voice.

I don't know why but, I had a feeling from the way Karl had looked around
that we were doing something sneaky. I could see the way Karl was moving
that he didn't feel the same way I did and I was wondering if he had more
experience then me.

I learned.

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