Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2010 14:16:18 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up In The Valley - Chapter 1

Introduction: This story is completely fictitious. I wish it had happened
to me but it didn't.  It does involve graphic descriptions of consensual
sex between boys from ages eight to fifteen and in a very minor role one
man of the cloth.  You have been warned.

I love to hear from my readers and I will respond to you all.  Enjoy!

Chapter One

As a child I lived in a stereotypical townhouse complex.  Fortunately our
complex ended abruptly just down the street at the edge of a yawning
ravine.  It was in the days before every valley in the city had to be
'developed' into sterile parks with their miles of cement walkways, acres
of mowed grass and dozens of tendered flowerbeds.  My valley was wild!
Even as a seven and eight year old my best friend Tommy and I spent
countless idyllic hours exploring woods that we figured were full of wild
Indians and romping through meadows that no doubt still hid herds of
buffalo.  I caught my first frog down there and saw my first snake.  I told
everyone it was a rattlesnake for sure.

Hot sultry days of summer invariably found Tommy and I in or near the
creek.  I remember skinny dipping on at least two occasions.  Although we
saw each other naked the concept of sex never occurred to us.  I was a
pretty sharp kid but when it came to sex I was completely ignorant.  Even
today I can't recall anything about Tommy's equipment.

We thought of the valley as our private domain.  We owned it.  We rarely
ever saw anyone else down there and when we did we figured them to be wild
Indians in disguise and were to be avoided at all cost.  That's why it came
as such a shock to us one day when, while riding our imaginary horses at
full gallop we rounded a sharp bend in the trail and ran smack into three
men.  Well at least at the time they seemed like men.  In fact they were
boys about twelve or thirteen years of age or so.  They were strangers to
me and I figured they must go to a catholic school or something.

We were both held roughly and were asked what we thought we were doing in
their territory.  Although Tommy was petrified for some reason I wasn't
even scared.  I probably should have been.

"You guys ain't allowed here!" bellowed the most menacing of the trio.

"Yeah," added another, "We got our secret fort here and only us are allowed
to know about it."

Even at that age I wondered if the fort is supposed to be secret why is he
telling me about it?

"We.....we were just playing," Tommy stammered.

"Well you can't play here.  This is our valley!" piped the third member.

The apparent ringleader took charge. "Yeah! We have to punish you for being
here.  That's the rule."

"What should we do with them?" another queried.

Apparently while it seemed they had concocted some rules they had no idea
what the appropriate punishment might be.  There was a pause before they
discovered a solution.  The smallest one suggested it.

"Let's take them to the fort and tie them up."

There was a burst of enthusiasm as all of the boys figured that was a great
idea.

Tom began to whimper, "I want to go home."

I recall being pushed and shoved to a spot at the edge of the hill some
eight hundred metres away from the point where we had been accosted.  The
fort turned out to be a deep depression dug into the hillside.  It was
covered with a lattice of sticks that in turn was covered with a layer of
leafy branches.

"If you tell anyone where our secret fort is we will torture you," growled
the ringleader.

We were shoved through a small opening to the dank earthen floor below.  It
was plenty roomy enough for the five of us.  There were lots of holes
between the leaves to allow sufficient light to shine through.  One of the
boys found some twine and with great fanfare tied our hands in front of us.
Tommy was whining constantly now but for some reason I don't understand
even to this day I wasn't fazed at all by the events.

"Let's take their pants off," the smaller lad cried, "I want to see their
dicks."

"Yeah!" another quickly agreed. "And if they make too much noise we can cut
their dicks off!"

"Yeah!" the other two chimed in.

They ignored me as all three of them turned their full attention to Tommy.
One held him from behind by the shoulders.  The other two busied themselves
by undoing his belt and then yanking down his pants.  Tommy was now bare
from the waist down and stretched out on the floor of the fort.

I don't know exactly what they did to him.  They all crowded around Tommy
and my view was hidden.  I remember they laughed a lot.  The cause of the
laughter was a mystery to me.  It did seem that they were taking turns
reaching in and doing something to him.  It did not occur to me that what
they were doing had anything to do with sex.  Tommy continued to cry
constantly.

The ringleader decided a new focus was in order.  "Ahhh, he's just a cry
baby.  Let's see what the other one looks like."

They moved in as one and grappled me. Again the bigger one got behind and
held me by the shoulders. The other two wrestled with my pants.

"Holy shit, cried one of them, "Look at the size of his wiener!"

"Jesus, I don't believe it!" added another.

One of the boys promptly sat on my stomach facing my privates.  My view was
effectively blocked but I could sure feel them though.  First one hand and
then another manhandled my organ.  The action was constant and at times it
felt as if two of them were playing with it at once.

"Fuck, I think it's as big as mine," chimed one.

"No it ain't," said another, "It's bigger."

"Let's fucking compare," suggested the third.

Although I still couldn't see much it was safe to assume they all extracted
their cocks and somehow compared them with mine.  They continued to grope
me in the process and it was about that time I realized I was begining to
experience pleasure from the groping.

"Make it hard," one directed.

The activity on my cock increased.  I know they squeezed it from time to
time.

"I think that's as big as it gets," one suggested.

"Whew, that's big enough," another declared, "It's bigger than mine and
yours Jim and it's about the same size as yours Arnie."

"Yeah, that's about right," another agreed, "It' gotta be six fucking
inches long.  I never seen such a big cock on such a little kid before."

I lay mesmerized by their actions and their comments as well as the effect
my cock seemed to have on them.  I never realized that it was anything
special.  I still didn't know what it was good for except for peeing.  Now
I felt a sense of empowerment.  I liked the feeling.  Even though I was
tied up I felt I had some control over my captors.

I can't remember all the details of how they released Tommy.  I recall them
telling him that if he ever came back to their fort they would cut off his
dick for sure.  Tommy hightailed it out of there without bothering to look
back.  I was left alone with the gang.  I didn't realize it at the time but
Tommy at that moment faded from my life forever.

"What's your name kid?" the ringleader demanded.

"Kevin," I replied simply.

"I'm Arnie and this here is Steve and Jim.  I wuz thinking. How'd you like
to be in our secret club?"

I would have to be stupid to turn them down at that point.  But the fact
was I wanted to join.  I had no idea what was in store but I sure knew I
loved it when they played with my cock.  What better way was there to make
sure it happened again?

"Okay," I agreed, "What do I have to do?"

Jim chimed in, "You can't be here unless we are here on account of you
ain't old enough.  We got secret stuff hid here."

"We have to initiate you," added Steve, "You have to be here after school
tomorrow so's we can do it right!"

With that they untied me and instructed me to leave first. As I stepped
into the light I remember actually feeling disappointed that they didn't
play with my cock some more before they released me.  I walked home, my
head full of wonder and excitement.  I was looking forward to more
adventure.

My mind was made up.  I knew where I was headed after school the next day.