This story includes explicit depictions of bisexual acts between pre-teen and young teen boys and girls (b/g, b/b and g/g) as they discover their sexuality in a difficult and abusive environment. If you are underage or it is illegal to view this for any reason, consider yourself warned. If you find this type of material offensive, please read no further.
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I lived through the droning of the new preacher at church on Sunday morning. He was an interim preacher. He had been chosen because he had the same message as Arno but he clearly did not have the charisma to carry it off. By the end of the sermon, most of the congregation were snoring.
Pa went straight to the club again after church. He took the car and made us all walk home from church. Ma was seriously pissed at that. After lunch, I told Ma that I would be going to the fort and the back-up was the library. She kissed me lightly on the cheek and told me not to look so worried.
Truth was, I was sick to my stomach with worry as I rode my bike. When I eventually got to Higgins Park, there were a few older kids playing on one of the areas closest to the road. I didn't recognize them. I carefully made my way to the fort through the trees. No one paid me any attention. When I got there, the fort was deserted.
I ditched my bike just inside the fort doors. I sat on a hay bale for a moment and sighed. I spoke out loud to the empty fort, "Well, if we're gonna crash `n burn, at least it'll be on my terms."
I stripped down and got naked. I waited for the arrival of the others, sitting on a hay bale staring at the entrance. Suddenly there was a loud noise from the back of the fort with clapping, whooping and cheering. I was so startled, I jumped up and covered my dick with my hands.
Making the noise were Chris, Tommy, Lil, Ginny and Jason. They had hidden behind some hay bales and were now standing there clapping, whooping, wolf whistling and cheering. I finally realized that they were cheering me. The big surprise was that not one of them was wearing a stitch of clothing.
"Got ya good, little brother!" laughed Lil. "We just had to make sure you were still in on all this. You didn't disappoint," she said smirking and pointing at my nakedness.
"You swarm of jar-flies! Wait 'til I get my hands on you," I yelled chasing them around the fort.
We had a lot of fun chasing one another around the fort for a while. Eventually, I managed to catch Jason and tickled him mercilessly. I noticed he was boned up. He was clearly enjoying the freedom of no clothes. I had never seen him naked before. He was cut, about 3.5" hard, hairless (except for the blond hair on his head) and olive skinned everywhere. He looked really good.
After collapsing on a hay bale and finally catching my breath, I said, "Hey, who's on lookout?"
"Oops!" exclaimed Tommy, who immediately monkeyed up the ladder and sat at the top of the hay loft looking out of the loft doors.
Ginny came up to me. She was flushed from the horsing around. Her boobs were pert, beautifully shaped and her puffy tits pointed directly out to me. She was a lot more developed than Lil and had a decent patch of hair just above her slit.
"Just to let you know, Brandon. I think your idea is great! I've been so looking forward to getting one back at the church and its stupid rules. This is perfect", Ginny said.
She came closer and took me by surprise by giving me a kiss. This was not a peck. This was a deep, tongue-involved, saliva-swapping kiss. I had never been kissed like this before. I went with it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her teaching me how to do it. My dick was immediately at full attention. It was so hard, it hurt.
I had been getting more and more hardons for about 6 months now. When it first started, my head stayed in the foreskin. As the foreskin loosened up, I could work it back over the head and release the pressure. There would come a time when the head would pop out on its own, but that was the future. It still needed a bit of manual help.
I had to break the kiss to sort out my dick. It was just too sore. Ginny realized what was happening and smirked at me. She said in a husky voice, "I can help you with that problem too, Brandon." I felt a cool hand move my hand away from my dick. It was replaced by her other hand. She expertly exposed the head and began to jerk it off, being careful not to touch the sensitive head directly with her hand and using the foreskin to partly cover and uncover the head as she stroked it.
I gasped and my eyes went wide. Words failed me and my universe was centered around my dick for the first time in my young life. I was all for kissing, but I just could not do anything back to Ginny at that moment. I started to pant and moan and whimper, wanting to say stuff, but it was not coming out right.
Ginny pushed me onto a towel that she had put on a hay bale earlier and she lay on top of me slightly to the side so her boobs were touching my bare chest and her face was right next to mine. She continued to expertly play with my dick using her hand.
My conscious mind failed me completely. This was all animal. I began to involuntarily thrust and shiver at every stroke. I gurgled and kind of squeaked in my soprano voice and my breathing started to increase like I was running a race. My balls, and tummy muscles began to feel tight. My dick began to feel more and more kind of itchy, but in no way that I could ever scratch.
Ginny ran her hand over my tummy muscles and gently massaged them. She then played with my nipples. Finally, she started to play with my balls all at the same time as jerking me off with her other hand, which was amazing. My dick became more and more sensitive and itchy with each stroke.
I was breathing in ever smaller and faster breaths. I was eventually hyperventilating. Ginny then kissed me deeply stopping me from breathing completely. This pushed me over the edge and I found my back arching with one final involuntary thrust. I groaned loudly and grabbed handful after handful of hay with my hands. My dick twitched like it was trying to jump out of my body.
The fort was gone. I was in a sea of endless orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over me time and again with each twitch of my dick. Then the world dissolved in white and I passed out.
When I found my way back to reality, I found I was feeling like there was nothing that could be wrong in the world. I was completely at peace and completely relaxed. I was powerless to move.
Ginny was gently tracing her fingers over my muscles on my tummy, legs and chest. When she saw my eyes flick back into focus, she smiled sweetly at me, leaned over and gave me a kiss.
I slowly responded, kissing her back. I feebly moved my arms and tried to hug her tight for several minutes. Eventually, Ginny got up and left me there. I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face. I woke up refreshed and absolutely blown away.
"Hello sleepy head. You've been gone about an hour now," said Ginny, who was sitting on a hay bale nearby smiling at me.
"Wow!" was all I could manage. I kind of got control back over my limbs and managed to sit up in an action that looked like I was a marionette on a string. "Wow! What the hell was that?" I looked down. My dick was still rock hard and the head was all the way out of the foreskin.
"You've had quite the adventure today. Lil told me she didn't think you had had your first cum yet and I wanted your first to be special to thank you for everything that you have done for us. I must say, that's the first time I've seen such a strong orgasm from a boy that can only dry cum." quipped Ginny.
"Dry cum?" I managed to ask.
"Yes, when boys start getting hair around their dicks, like Chris, then they shoot sperm out of their dick piss slit when they cum. Before then, most boys produce `love drops' or nothing at all. That's called a dry cum. Most boys that don't have hair are not usually that interested in sex and even if they are, their cums feel nice for them but are not very powerful. You are in that between stage where your brain is ready for sex and you have powerful cums but your body can't yet produce sperm. You're quite a rare find," she said.
"You make it sound like being immature is a good thing," I said feeling a bit pissed.
"I promise you, it's a good thing. You can't make girls pregnant yet because you need sperm for that, your dick is narrow enough to fit any hole without pain, your dick is already as long as some full-grown adults, you have staying power for your erection, can really enjoy a good cum and you will be ready for the next round pretty quickly after your previous one, today being the exception on that last one. Boys like you are a great find for girls interested in having sex. I also know that some guys are interested in boys like you too for the same reasons, other than pregnancy, of course," she said matter-of-factually.
This was all coming in too thick and fast for my euphoric brain. I said, "Ok, I get the girls thing. But what are you talking about with guys? How do you know all of this stuff anyway?"
"Uh, I think we will leave those questions for another day," said Ginny hopping off the hay bale and climbing the ladder to the hay loft where the other kids were hanging out.
I shakily followed up the ladder.
Tommy quipped, "Well, looky here. Brandon's been playin' possum. Y'all thought he died and gone to heaven."
Everyone laughed. The kids knew I had gone through something special that day and except for a few jokes about wild animals in the fort and me trying to wake the dead, they pretty much left it alone. They all looked really happy for me - all except Jason. He was looking at me intensely and frowning slightly. He was unusually quiet and intense for his usual bouncy and unfocused self.
We packed up and headed our separate ways after that. I felt on top of the world. The fort had not only survived spectacularly but I found out about something that was to dominate all of our existences very soon: sex. Still, I found myself feeling very guilty for what we had done. I made a active force of will to put that guilt out of my mind because I recognized its source: that darned church.