Date: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 11:23:47 +0000
From: marianasdeep5@hushmail.com
Subject: Tails of Tim (chapter 4, the last including epilogue)

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Chapter IV:  Ricky alone, Counselor Wade, and Other Tails; and an
Epilogue

Ricky alone

The best part of fucking a boy is delivering the goods up his butt.
That's the payoff.  Of course that's the moment of intense sexual
relief, but more significantly, that's the point where he becomes a
fucked boy forevermore, the moment you can say he's yours, and that
you just claimed his ass for all time.  All that work beforehand
creates the tension and anticipation of that fateful orgasm.

First there is getting him alone, and that's not easy.  Chapter 2, I
described how Ricky was framed, and that I eventually had him
following three other boys, Danny, Tom, and Joe, all lined up for
spankings.  Chapter 3, the last, I described Danny and Tom's
spanking and fondling.  Continuing the story now, Joe's spanking and
fondling was unremarkable, but successful, evidenced by a reddened
butt and seven squirts of semen on my floor.  After Joe left, I
ordered lights out for the cabin while I was going to "counsel"
Ricky.  I finally had Ricky alone behind closed doors.

Next there is getting his clothes off, or at least his pants and
underwear pulled down if it's gonna be a quickie.  That's harder
still.  You gotta have a reason to be taking off his clothes or
pulling down his shorts.  Most boys don't want their privates exposed,
not even their butt.  Somehow they know that target is vulnerable.
Spankings are excellent for this, and that's the tactic I used for
undressing Ricky.  He described the spanking well enough, so I'll
let you read it here:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/i-got-my-first/i-got-my-first-1
I'll just add that I loved his indignation, especially that moment
where he had to bare his butt for a spanking, something he had never
done before.  He was finally dropping those arrogant Lands End shorts,
exposing threadbare underwear.  Typical rich:  showy on the outside
and cheap inside.  Also I should say something about my chosen
spanking implement, the tennis shoe, and a bit about technique.  The
tennis shoe was actually a deck shoe, flat soled, kinda like what the
British would call a plimsoll, though that's more like a slipper.
The British even have a verb "plimsolling":  spanking a boy with a
slipper.  Both my deck shoe and a plimsoll are perfect:  they sting
like hell and redden the butt, but without bruising, breaking blood
vessels, or leaving welts or any other marks.  As Ricky describes, I
concentrate on one butt cheek, warm it up, then focus on the other to
warm it up, then return to the first then the second.  An initially
warmed butt stings more the second time, and reddens quickly.
Ricky's butt was glowing.

The Nivea lotion rub down is excellent for getting a boy to accept
your fondling.  The fondling is usually his first realization that the
goings on are turning sexual, and he knows he's not supposed to do
that, especially with another male, but he doesn't know why this older
male is taking an interest to him.  Ricky doesn't mention that I
gave him some lotioning and fondling after the spanking.  He only
mentions the one when he was blowing me and the one just before I
fucked him.  We did move quickly into the blowjob, but I was lotioning
his butt while I was indicting him for sucking his friends' cocks.
Things had already turned sexual.  He knew it, and it was sinking in.

So let's be clear.  Ricky chose to suck my cock rather than receive
a spanking he deserved.  Not a bad choice, especially for someone who
had a history of giving blowjobs to his friends, and was now turned on
a little bit.  Ricky describes it pretty well here:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/i-got-my-first/i-got-my-first-2
He just had to get used to my size--his first real cock—and what it
was already producing.  He started suckling and licking pretty good,
but the problem with virgins is they don't really know what
they're doing, so I helped it along.  I just want to say that I
didn't deep throat him as he implies.  I did lift up his chin for
face fucking, and I did unload a few spurts to the back of his mouth,
but that was only to assure he swallowed some cum.  He got some to
swallow, some in his mouth to taste, and some on his face for seeing
white, feeling slimy, and smelling sex.

And then I sucked his cock in return.  Fair enough?  Again Ricky does
a good job describing it, so you can read about that here:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/i-got-my-first/i-got-my-first-3
I loved sucking his cock for sure, but I also enjoyed rimming him and
sucking his tits.  Rimming is kinda gross, I'll admit, but along
with tit sucking, it leads to his willingness to bottom.  It
definitely completes his deflowering and surrendering of his body.  At
19 I was at my sexual prime.  I knew that I could cum at least twice
even in the short time we had.  I took a blowjob first because I
wanted to last in his ass.  And I knew sucking his cock and taking his
whole body would extract his load for me to swallow, and build another
load in me to release up his ass during the fuck.

When you start loosening up a boy's ass, at that point he's
confused; it's sexual but he doesn't know where it's going.  Ricky's
recollection of the conversation beforehand and during the fuck itself
is pretty close:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/i-got-my-first/i-got-my-first-4
But probably due to his "post orgasmic stupor," he omitted a few
things that make it clear he went along with it.  This is how I recall
the conversation:
"You relaxed, little dude?" I asked. "Well it's good you're relaxed,
because I got worked up again.  Worked up another load for you, this
time for your butt.  You'll want to be nice and relaxed to get it in
there."

He said he was in his stupor and naïve, but I think I was pretty
clear here where my cock and my next load was going to go.

"What are you doing?" he asked, but only somewhat irritated.

"Getting you ready," I replied.  He went along with it all the while,
until I wanted to widen him a bit more with another finger or two.

"Ready for what?" he asked, somewhat perturbed, "That hurts."

"Your first fuck."  Now this is a second time I'm telling him
what's happening.

"What are you doing?" he asked again, quite a bit later.

"Getting you ready.  Haven't you ever had a cock up your ass?"
This is the third time I was clear where this was going.  Note also
that I was implying this was a common experience he should try.

"No" he responded.

"Do you want to try fucking eventually?"  Now I was asking him
outright whether he wanted to or not.  Fourth time he gets the
message.

"Er ... Yes?  I guess so.  When I'm older."  He wants to fuck.
He whines that he was thinking about girls, but did I say anything
about a girl in the room?

"You're old enough now.  You're also ready now." I assured
him.  He was lubed up pretty good by this point.  I also consider that
the fifth time I told him what was going on.  He also had to know the
focus of the lotioning had shifted to his crack around his asshole
since that's where all the lube was.

"Where's the girl?"

"You don't need one.  You'll do just fine."  I was assuring
him he would be excellent in the role of the girl.  Sixth time he's
told.

After I got him lined up and on top of him, I gave him a warning,
let's call that the seventh time.

"You're going to get fucked now.  Are you ready to lose your
virginity?"

"What do you mea ... oooh!" I was tired of his questions, interrupted
him to let him figure out what I meant.

As much as I enjoy that first penetration, I keep in mind he's
surprised and not enjoying it yet.  You gotta sink slowly.  You've
got some work to do getting him used to having a cock up his ass.
When I eventually bottomed out, I kept in mind he was confused and
still not enjoying it, so I gave him some time.  I then got him used
to a little thrusting, holding him in place a little bit for that.
Even when I got the rhythm going I had to train him a bit on how to
take cock, even if it was just getting him to stay still.  Once he
gets turned on, then he gets into it.

When I was finally giving him the in-out uninterrupted, and I started
to realize this little butt in the Lands End shorts, in the Speedo,
changing in the cabin, and nude in the communal shower, the butt I had
been tracking all week long was finally mine.  All that tension and
anticipation was transformed into a load of cum boiling up to the end
of my cock.  By the time I was sliding in and out, Ricky's fate was
sealed.  I couldn't hold it back anymore; he was going to have his
first sperm up his butt.  My sperm.  And he was going to have a new
sexual identity.  A pussy.  A degrading thing for a boy.  As is
usually the case, it was not until afterwards that he even realized he
had been fucked.

I left Ricky's butt canal pretty sloppy.  Any boy, but especially one
like Tom, may only tolerate getting fucked once in his life, so I make
it count.  The more cum you can inject up his ass, the better; the
amount of cum he receives is a measure of his disgrace.  Ricky had to
deal with a lot of cum leaking into his underwear for the next day or
two.  He didn't mention that he was walking a bit funny afterwards
too, enough that Wade noticed.  I'll say a bit more about Wade in a
moment.  The more cum, the more he'll remember he got fucked.  I was
sure to tell Ricky right away what happened.  While I was still in his
ass, I told him he was a good fuck.  By the time I started to pull
out, he knew it was a done deal.  I rated him too, let him know he was
one of the best, and most importantly, let him know that I knew what I
was talking about, that I had plenty of other boys' butts.  That
makes him feel good, but also used and shared, even if he was one of
the best.

Ricky obviously remembered it all enough to tell a tale.  He mentions
that I told him the next day he and I were going to have another
session in my room.  He then said that it didn't happen that night,
but rather that his second fuck at camp came from Wade.  All true, I
was too busy fucking Danny that night to entertain Ricky.  He does
mention we fucked again, but doesn't describe any of it.  Again,
what he leaves out of his story helps him deny he consented to any of
it and that he enjoyed the goings on.  He ended up not only going
along with my second fuck, but enjoying it too, wanting more.  What he
doesn't mention is that the other fucks were sensuous, the conquest
aspects were done. I fucked him on his back.  Ricky enjoyed getting
fucked that way, embraced into my chest.  Bottom boys need that. They
need to know what it means to be a pussy, to readily and easily spread
their legs like warm soft butter, like a slut, and admire the manhood
that's taking them.  Otherwise they go through life frustrated that
they are not getting what they want, and don't know how to get what
they want.  If they don't get what they want, they go on through life
whining.  After reading Ricky's account, I can tell, both missionary
and doggy, he needs to get butt fucked again, hard.

Counselor Wade

Ricky described getting fucked over a log in the woods by Wade.
Wade's a piece.  I'll admit he's a bit of an ass, but hey, it
wasn't me.  Wade was a counselor in another cabin in our village.
There were 5 cabins total, and the whole village hit the communal
showers together roughly the same time every day.  The other
counselors were not on the same page, not even with respects to
corporal punishment, though they all recognized a reddened butt in the
shower and knew it came from spankings.  They knew that corporal
punishment was allowed at camp, and though they didn't partake in
it, they didn't say anything to the ones like Wade and I who did.
They had no clue about the other activities.  Most if not all of the
reddened butts, noticeable from the hot showers, were coming from
either Wade's cabin or mine, so we knew we were each
disciplinarians.  But you can never assume that means the other
activities are involved.  Eventually we did notice the signs on each
other's boys, the just-fucked stride and the anal bruises Ricky
discusses.  I noticed Wade's boys first.  They were commonly bruised
because he never took the time to open them properly.  But there were
a few times I got carried away too, Ricky admittedly one of them, so
eventually Wade noticed some of my boys.  Ironically, he mentioned
something first, and I immediately told him he wasn't doing
something right.  He told me he didn't like foreplay.  Like I said,
he's an ass.

Eventually he took to asking me if I had opened any boys lately.  He
was going to use them for quickies.  When he noticed Ricky the morning
following Ricky's first fuck, he asked if he could have some time
with him.  I told him only if he took the necessary time with him,
that I didn't like the quickie idea.  I told him he would have
plenty of time to  gather kindling with him in the woods, on the next
village tent camp-out.  With Ricky's description of events,
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/i-got-my-first/i-got-my-first-5
he obviously didn't heed my advice.  I'm hereby apologizing to
Ricky for that one.

Other Tails

Eventually with the end of college, I was no longer having my summers
in the mountains as a counselor.  It was time to get a real job.
After graduating I moved to Jefferson County for the abundant job
opportunities in the area.  I had a go at a few things, but it always
seemed eventually they ended up short.  Then come election time, I
noticed that Wade was running for sheriff.  Holy shit.  He had gone on
to police academy, worked his way up the ranks, and was running for
sheriff!  Perfect career choice for a disciplinarian.  When the next
recession canned my latest venture, I decided it was a time for a
change and thought of Wade.  By this time, a couple of elections
later, he had finally been elected sheriff.  Police work was something
I thought I would be good at, better than flying a desk.  They say
when you're looking for work, use your network, so I decided to pay
Wade a visit.  Well, I'll say it worked.  Not only did Wade get me
into the police academy, when I finished, he got me my first job.
Eventually I worked my way up to deputy under him.  Two butt fuckers
at the top of the Jefferson County sheriff's department!

Wade assigned me to juvie.  Other than as a part of police training, I
never worked at any of the juvie centers.  What being assigned to
juvie meant was that in addition to my general patrols, I would be
dealing with the juvie complaints in my area, and if available, making
or at least overseeing any juvie arrests.  Needless to say, Wade and I
saw eye to eye on a lot of things, not the least that butt fucking
could put a few boys in their place.  I truly believe it was one of
the best ways to make these boys reconsider the life of crime they
were heading for.  Actually, I know it for a fact.  I butt fucked a
lot of boys, and I never saw them in the system again.  A lot of
times, we would get complaints about an individual over and over
again.  Let me tell you.  By the time any of these boys are actually
arrested, we know them on a first and last name basis.  After a butt
fuck, we would never hear from them again.  Let me give you an
example.

There was this kid named Eric.  Skinny little fuck but with a nice
ass.  We were constantly getting complaints from his neighbors,
everything from loud music, abusive language, threats to his
neighbors, one in particular, arguably even a death threat, a
threatening website, vandalism, and loud noise, usually from fireworks
and gun shots.  With the mountains nearby, gun enthusiasts are
plentiful, possession common, even among kids.  But everyone knows
you're not supposed to be firing weapons in your backyard in these
rich neighborhoods.  Once again, we're dealing with some rich brat
like Ricky.  We had a couple of breaking and entering complaints we
followed up on, could never prove it was him, but we certainly knew
who was responsible.  The police always do.  It's just a matter of
catching the bastard.  I started staking him out, even tailing him.
We were gunning for him, knowing God damned bloody well we would catch
him eventually.  Finally I caught him.  He and some other fuck had
broken into a van.  When I arrived they were lifting equipment from
it, mostly tools and shit.  When I caught them, I  cuffed them and put
them into the back of the police car.  I radio'ed Wade with code BF.
 He knew exactly what I was talking about.  When Wade arrived, we
moved the ingrates into his squad car and he dismissed my partner to
leave in mine.  We got them out of the squad car between the van and a
truck, out of sight.

We made our offers.  I don't know what Wade did with Eric's
friend.  That was up to what that shithead chose to do.  But I made
the offer to Eric.  Just like at summer camp, a choice between a
deserved punishment or a sexual way out.

"Here's your choice, Eric.  You can either offer up your ass to me
right here and now, or you can choose juvie where you will be giving
up your ass to the guards and fellow inmates every fucking night.
What's it going to be?"

"Fuck you."

You've got to understand the differences here.  Juvenile delinquents
are usually a little older.  I think this fuckhead was even a junior
in high school.  Almost beyond juvie into the adult crime world and
consequences.  Imagine Tom's attitude, but in a 17 year old, fully
developed, horny, sexually experienced body.  They know their
orientation, they know the stakes, they know what they're being
asked to give up.

"No, I think you're the one who better get fucked tonight."
Again I explained to him why.

He complied.  I took a risk leaving some DNA evidence up his boycunt
like that, but I wanted him to discover that evidence the next
morning.  Nothing like cum dripping from your asshole into your
underwear the next day or two to remind you of your place, to remind
you that you just got jacked up the ass.  Delivering seed up a boy's
butt plants memory; it keeps him from denying what just happened.  I
want the boy to remember who first took his cherry, to remember me.
Along with my reminding them of what awaits them if they continue down
this path, I guarantee you it works.  I never hear from these boys
again.  It's been over a year since I arrested Eric.  Yeah, I
arrested him that night, which he thought was a betrayal of the deal.
He thought he was just going to go home that night.  He got pretty
pissed off.  But I held my end of the bargain, whether he knows it or
not.  He was only put into a juvenile diversion program, kinda like
parole for a juvie.  It's been over a year now, not a sound, no trips
to his fucking neighborhood anymore, and I heard the kid's now about
to graduate from high school.  I'm telling you, it works.  They're
better for it.  And come on, it's only sex.  No big deal.  They'll
get over it.  You get over it too.  I'll admit I have a sexual ego.
I'm out to fuck these boys, and if I get a chance, they get creamy
as they get fucked.
Epilogue

Hi, this is Ricky.  Nifty let me write an epilogue to Tim's story,
final argument or rebuttal or something, if you will.  Tim's idea of
"consent" is obviously twisted.  I was eleven.  I had no fucking
idea what he was going to be doing next or what I was supposedly
"consenting" to.  I was in there for a spanking.  That was all.
But that was only where it got started.

Can we finally admit that spanking is sexual abuse?

After the spanking, Tim manipulated the situation and his questions to
the point that I didn't know what I was answering yes or no to.  Tim
fucked me up.  I gotta explain.

Tim had completely taken me, and then the guilt started.  I have to
admit I had enjoyed it, or parts of it.  True, he had my first cum to
prove it.  And my second while I was getting fucked.  Also true, that
he planted a lust in my body that only a first cum could seed.  Before
I was excited by "sex," played with my friends at home, stripped
for the boys in the cabin, got hard, got fondled, sucked, got sucked,
all by and with my peers.  Now that I could cum, I wanted to cum with
my friends, but more and more, I started wanting them to just take me.
 Sex would no longer be between equals.  Homosexuality may have been
my natural outcome, but I'll never know.  I've never trusted it,
convinced that for me it was rooted in abuse.  Rather than evolve into
sex with peers, making choices along the way, I was taken, violated,
seduced, and left confused.

The buttfuck completed the confusion, planted a seed.  I eventually
recovered my manhood enough to get married, have kids.  I have
problems trusting partners, or more, trusting relationships.  I'm
committed, but something always seems to come between us.  Some deep
seated anger perhaps?  I don't know.  I do know that every once in a
while I have to go out and get fucked, find someone to fuck my ass
hard, as if to fulfill its purpose.  Tim says that that's because he
turned me, made me aware of who I really am, what I really want.
Really?  Maybe.  Even if so, I'll never know.  I can't imagine
bottoming and feeling enough respect from my partner, or having enough
self-respect, to believe it is coming from love.  And I can't
imagine topping someone without feeling I'm likewise abusing them.

You know, most of us victims of abuse are pretty good at burying it.
Some of us are even aware of the anger, and other ways it may have
warped our minds.  A lot in the news lately as "awareness" grows,
complete with cheap dimestore analysis, perpetual sheltering of kids,
advice, and sensational reports of cover-ups downing big money,
university, holy football programs.  About thirty, I started getting
unsettled about my own attractions to the underaged.  They weren't
new attractions, they grew with me, starting from that frozen age when
I was first abused.  I got some counseling on again, off again until
one fateful day, I heard my therapist nail something on the head.  I
pass it along to you as some advice?  She said, "When you find
yourself attracted to that boy, that image, that age, that situation,
have you ever thought of an idea that maybe you are being attracted to
yourself at that age, in that situation?"  I haven't needed to go
back to her since.

Almost all of us victims of abuse suffer along through life quietly
and without incident, again most of us pretty good at burying it.
It's only sex?  Come on Tim.  After your diatribe of conquest,
humiliation, subjugation, dominance, belittling, emasculating, need I
say more, it's only sex?  The power aspects of sex are the roots of
rape.  Rape isn't about sex, it's about power.  Tim, you're
dancing with the fucking devil.  You, dear reader, should know that
Tim indirectly made the news, though very few know about his
connection to the story.  His little juvie counseling case, Eric, had
a slightly different reaction than silent suffering to Tim's
treatment method:

http://columbinefamilyrequest.org/2010/01/columbine-the-january-incident/
http://columbinefamilyrequest.org/tag/walshbuttrapetxt/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngMJozoIzpI
http://vimeo.com/55738198
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/04/27/patrick-sullivan-arapahoe_n_1459179.html