Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2013 13:46:21 -0800
From: marianasdeep4@hushmail.com
Subject: I Got My First, part III

I Got My First

(from the end of Part II ...) "What is that stuff?" I said with a
"yuck" in my tone, smacking my lips and wiping them with my
forearm. My face was a sticky mess.

"It's cum.  It's full of sperm to make babies if you can get it
up a girl's cunt.  If not, you settle for a cocksucker's mouth.
Or up his ass."

The look of confusion on my face was obvious.  The "up his ass"
comment didn't register, I had no clue.  But I now had a clue about
sucking and swallowing cum.  That was my curiosity.  Why would someone
want another to suck and swallow his cum then?  He lifted me off the
floor and sat me on the bed.

"Haven't you had your first cum?  Don't you beat off?  You've
got your hair starting, so I know you can make it."

When he saw that I didn't know what he was talking about, he grabbed
my cocklet, "I'm going to relieve you of it.  You'll be a new
man."

Part III  Yielding my essence

With that he grabbed his razor blade off his desk, "Lie back."  As
I lied back he lifted my erection off my pubic area, straining it to
point skyward.  I got nervous not knowing where this was going.  He
started shaving what very little bit of pubic hair I had above my
cock.  I was bummed, I even protested a disappointed "No."  It was
the only manliness I had to keep up with the other boys in the cabin.

"11 year olds aren't suppose to have this yet.  You're going
into 6th this fall, right?  Shit, I didn't get mine until 8th grade.
 It's all that rBST in your milk and stuff."  He finished shaving
me.  "But it's more fun for me.  I get beginner's squirts more
often.  I just don't like hair in the way."

With that he leaned down and, to my surprise, sucked my cock into his
mouth.  It was too weird.  I knew this wasn't right.  When I started
to protest by trying to sit up, he pushed down on my chest and held me
there.  "Just relax.  It's your turn."

He removed his mouth from my cock replacing it with a hand that
stroked it up and down.  From this point on there would either be a
hand or mouth working my cock, and sexual stimulation was taking over
my body and mind.  I didn't want it to.  Knew it was wrong.
Resisted it, squirming a little to signal my disapproval.  The hand on
my chest held me in place and started feeling my nipples, while his
mouth was licking around my navel.  The addition of nipple stimulation
to the stroking and sucking of my cock made me descend into sexual
abandon.

"Ah, puffy tits.  Sensitive aren't they?" When I nodded, he
said, "You only have those for a little while when your body is
deciding whether it's going to be a girl or a boy."  More
confusion.  I'm not just growing, but still developing?  You mean my
body decides what it wants to be?  It hasn't been decided already?
That I'm a boy already?

With that he moved his mouth onto my tits and started sucking, finding
my nipples by nibbling with his teeth.  First one, then the other,
then back.  "Enjoy them now.  They don't stay puffy."  I felt my
nipples getting hard.  I started surrendering to the arousal.  Sucking
tits is what my friends and I always talked about wanting to do to
those girls in the magazines.  Who am I to be getting my tits sucked?
What am I?

"There they are.  Hard to find, but I knew they were there."  With
that he pulled on my nipples with fingers, lips, mouth, and teeth,
drawing them out of the puffy base to a length I didn't know was
possible.  It was hurting me.  I whimpered, halfway hoping it would
make him stop.  But at the same time it was making me sink to a whole
new level of sexual arousal, and I wanted it to continue.

He left my tits and started working his way up my neck, then kissing
my cheek.  I didn't like it and turned away.  He put his hand on the
opposite cheek and pulled my face back, caressing it, leaned in and
kissed my mouth.  I grimaced and he put his tongue in my mouth.  I
reached up and pushed his head away, the only time I forcefully said
no.  It was one thing to take my body.  I was even enjoying some of it
now.  But I didn't want intimacy.  I didn't have the words for it
then, but he was raping me, or at least seducing me, and I wanted to
leave it carnal only.  I understood even at that age that these acts
were normally for lovers.

He moved back down to my cock with his mouth, replacing the
cock-stroking hand to lift my butt.  I felt my cheeks being parted,
then a thumb on my asshole.  He grabbed what I thought was a lotion
bottle, but it wasn't lotion.  It was oily and didn't rub into the
skin, but it was rubbed the length of my crack with his finger.  The
lubed finger slipped into my asshole, the first time something other
than a thermometer went the other way.  I tried to resist, but he
started rubbing that magical area I would learn later was my prostate.
 I swooned with the arousal.  First cock, then tits, now this.  I
descended yet another whole level into sexual abandon.

The fingers on my asshole returned to my cock, stroking, but his
forearms were lifting my legs onto his shoulders.  I was rolled back,
my legs were spread, my butt cheeks were pulled open and his face
entered my crack.  I felt him licking it and couldn't believe it.
How could anyone do that?  Why?  His tongue entered my asshole.  Every
inch of my body explored, taken, all while his hand continued stroking
my cock, my breathing increased.

The whole evening began to swell in my head as my cock swelled with
its first cum.  Stripping for the boys.  Getting caught.  The
trepidation of getting spanked.  "I'm going to get a BARE BUTT
spanking?"  Having to bare my butt.  Being stripped.  Inspected.
Getting my first bare butt spanking.  The pain.  Sucking cock.  The
gooeyness.  Getting my throat fucked.  Not knowing what that stuff was
at the end of the job, the stuff that I swallowed, still upsetting my
stomach, still able to taste it in my mouth.  And now this complete
exploration of my body, all with building sexual excitement and
arousal.  My cock, my tits, my asshole.

I felt urges I couldn't suppress.  I thought I had to resist a pee,
but felt the urge was completely different, a yearning for release.
He knew it was coming, moved his mouth near my cockhead as the first
squirt of my life left my little cocklet and landed on my navel.  The
next 4 squirts were rapid fire, all in his mouth and sucked down.
Just that fast I was done.  Five squirts and I was spent.  Through
life it would build to at least 13 squirts when horny, but today only
5, a big one, then 4 quick spurts.  I never saw the 4 rapid fire
squirts.  They went straight into his mouth.  But he was licking the
biggest, that first big streamer of surprise and relief, off of my
stomach, while I watched him, consuming every last drop of my essence.
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