Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2013 18:26:26 -0800
From: marianasdeep4@hushmail.com
Subject: I Got My First (part IV)

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I Got My First

Part IV.  My first buttfuck.

I lay on my back wanting to drift off to sleep, my first post-orgasmic
contentment.  I couldn't believe how relaxed I felt, stress gone,
like some quest was finally completed, and I didn't have to care
anymore.

"You relaxed, little dude?" the counselor asked, snapping me out
of my daze.  It was only then that I realized my legs were still
wrapped around his waist, having slipped off of his shoulders after he
had finished rimming me, and had moved on with his mouth to receive my
cum.  My butt had been resting on his forearms while he had finished
sucking me off, but now it was cradled by his thighs as he knelt
between my legs.

"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 get it in there."

I was in a stupor, and too naïve to know what he meant anyway.  All I
knew was that he was rolling me over, placing his pillow below my
hips, my semi-hard cock wiping a mix of his saliva, and a little of my
cum, off of my cockhead and onto his pillow case, the end of my
cocklet offering a few more droplets of cum the more my erection
deflated.  I had no reason to resist his maneuverings as he grabbed my
hips and lifted them onto the pillow, butt raised high between my
chest and knees.

He grabbed some lotion, generously applying it to my buns, afterwards
roaming with his palm around and into my cleft, over my hole, and
between my legs to my cock and balls.  The lotion was taking away the
sting of my spanking, my awareness of the sting having returned as my
orgasmic euphoria began to wear off.

But he also grabbed that other lotion, the kind that didn't rub into
the skin, massaging it into my asshole, his finger probing deeper than
before.  That brought my first complaint.

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

"Getting you ready," he replied.  For some reason that sufficed
for awhile.  Until he stuck a second finger into my asshole, slowly
descending both fingers deeper into my hole, all while wedging my
sphincter further apart.

"Ready for what?" I asked, now perturbed, "That hurts."

"Your first fuck."

My brain misfired again, "What?  Are you bringing me a girl to
fuck?"  To my 11 year old brain, "fuck" meant one thing:
fucking a girl.  And my friends and I had only heard about it, joked
about it, yearned for it perhaps, but certainly hadn't done it yet.
We were all curious about it, and for a brief moment, I thought I
might be getting my first girl.  But then the confusion brought the
question back, "What is he doing sticking his fingers in my ass?"

A third finger joined the other two; the opening of my asshole was no
longer with the flatness of two fingers, but with a triangular wedge
of three.  My sphincter, wrapped around the fingers, opened in all
directions, offered no more resistance, and the fingers took
advantage, went deeper, increasing the opening wider, decreasing the
resistance further.

"What are you doing?"  I asked again, the discomfort now making me
more than perturbed.  He didn't answer, but crawled onto my back.  I
felt his warm chest against my shoulder blades, pressing them flat.  I
started to squirm, concerned that I wouldn't be able to breathe
under his weight.  He met my resistance by wrapping his free hand and
arm around my chest, under us both, my arms now in a single-arm bear
hug.  I wasn't going anywhere.  His knees between my legs met my
knees, spreading my legs while his hips shimmied up onto my mounds.
The hips on my butt returned the sting of my spanking.  I groaned,
which he ignored, then felt my butt warming from skin contact with his
hips and groin.  For some reason, I tried to resist the spreading of
my legs, I guess because it was the last part of my body I could
control, but it was futile.  When he finally had me fully pinned, legs
spread, I felt his fingers thrust in and out, pushing in and pulling
back repeatedly, occasionally leaving my asshole so my butt could get
used to being re-opened, to having his fingers re-inserted.  I was
being explored again, my control gone.
I finally felt his fingers leave my ass for the last time.  His now
freed hand was used to grab his cock, while the hand at the end of his
bear hug grabbed my tits.  Rolling side to side he placed the cock
into the cleft of my butt.  Now in position and with me pinned, he was
able to arch up.  I felt the coolness of the night air on my butt as
his hips and groin were no longer warming them, leaving them sweaty.
His free hand was aiming his cock.  I felt his warm cockhead rub up
and down my crack, then come to rest on the doorway.  He whispered in
my ear.

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

"What do you mea ... oooh!" I gasped as I felt the cockhead enter
my ass.

As it probed deeper, settling in, my sphincter did not open enough to
accommodate the girth, instead, the walls of my crack folded inward
along with the sphincter, following the cock's descent.  As the cock
pushed more of the walls into my butt, I began to struggle with the
increasing pain, leaving me moaning and gasping.

"Stop it...haa...ahh...Get off ...haa...of me."  I managed to
protest.  I finally realized what was happening.  I was the one
getting fucked, not me fucking some girl.  Getting fucked didn't
mean that I was going to be the one FUCKING, it meant that I was going
to be the one FUCKED, like a GIRL.  I'm not a girl, God damn it!
The thoughts made me increase my struggle, the thoughts more
motivation for the resistance than the pain.

"That's it baby.  I like the one's that resist.  But a couple of
quick thrusts ...," he said, pausing with a couple of bounces on my
butt, pounding his cock into my opening, a couple of quick jabs with
his cock, my sphincter finally yielding, finally wrapping itself
around the end of the cockhead, letting the length of the cock slowly
settle in, smoothly behind it, into the depths of my butt, "... and
the cherry's gone."

"What are you doing?" I asked again, as if the question might make
him stop, might
make him realize boys don't fuck each other.

"Fucking you," he responded, confirming what I already knew.  He
let his cock slowly settle all the way into my butt, then lay still on
top of me, letting me get used to the girth of his cock up my ass, him
resting, me still grunting.

"The moment I saw you get off the bus on the first day of camp,
wearing those tight shorts.  And then when I saw you in those faggy
speedos, strutting it for your swim test.  I knew I was eventually
going to be balls deep in your ass."

It was then I realized this wasn't a mistake.  He intended to fuck
me.  And he had been planning to fuck me for a long time.  That swim
test on the first day was at least a week ago, and here he was now,
where he wanted to be, with his cock up my ass.  As if he had indicted
my swimsuit, I defended my speedos.

"What's wrong with speedos?" I asked in protest.

"To me, absolutely nothing.  I love a boy that displays what he's
got, er rather what he doesn't got," he laughed slightly, "But
you may have noticed the other boys in the cabin don't wear them.
They're faggy."

"I'm on a swim team.  They're not." I said

"They ARE!" he said.

"No they're not.  No one in the cabin knows the first thing about
medleys." I said.

"No, they're faggy."  I was silently confused until I figured
out he was referring to the suit, not my fellow campers.  I didn't
know exactly what "faggy" meant, but like "cocksucker," I'd
heard "faggot" used as an insult on the playground, figured they
were equally damning, perhaps even related.

"I'm not a faggot." I said, not really knowing what I was
answering to.

"Then why do you have a cock up your butt?"  As if to emphasize
that I was a faggot, he ended the acclimation to his cock, the relief
of the motionlessness during our conversation, and began thrusting,
slowly in and out.

I thought he was doing that just to hurt me.  I didn't know anything
about fucking.  I thought you just put your cock up a girl's pussy
and kept it there for a little while.  I had no idea there was motion
involved.  I protested.

"Stop jabbing me with it." I demanded.

"What do you think fucking IS?" he laughed.

"I don't know, but it hurts."  I protested.

"Hey baby, get used to it, `sometimes love don't feel like it
should, baby, hurts so good,'" he sang.

"It's so big.  It hurts."  The comment thrilled him.

"That's it baby, you tell a man what he wants to hear, "It's
so BIG!"

He thrust a few times, "come on, let's hear it again."  A few
more thrusts.

"It's so big." I grunted only to receive more thrusts.

"Great!  Now moan when you say that."  He gave me more thrusts.

"It's so big."  I whined, not moaning, but he took it that way.

"Yeah, come on," with more thrusting, " `It's so BIG!' "


"It's so BIG." I cried.

"Yeah!  Again!"  He quickened the pace, thrusting like an animal,
starting to jackhammer my ass, my cock bouncing off of the pillow.

"Stop, it hurts."

"OK, I'll make it better baby, I know a better position.  But
you're getting your ass plowed tonight."  At that point, he got
off of my back, and I struggled free enough to lay flat and start a
crawl across the bed, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back again,
this time drawing my ass over to the side of the bed where he was now
standing.  This time, there was no pillow below me.  He lifted my
ass-high onto my knees, this time knees spread wide along the edge of
the bed.  I tried to do a push up to raise my shoulders to the same
height as my butt, but he grabbed the soles of my feet and lifted,
folded my legs in half, pushing my ankles onto my lower butt,
spreading my cheeks.  I soon couldn't bear the all the weight, mine
plus his pushing forward on my feet, and soon my arms folded, my
shoulders and one side of my face, flat on the bed.  My ass was
offered up, centered on a tripod of two knees and a face.

"Up is better than in," he said, surveying his work.

In this completely submissive position, he reinserted his cock.  I had
already been opened, and in this position, my ass offering little
resistance.  Up was better than in, but I still whimpered as he
readily inserted his cock, balls deep, in one purposeful, consistent,
smooth glide.  Once his cock was settled in, he wasted no time to
start thrusting again.  This time HARD.  I couldn't believe my butt
could take his cock like that.  The bed rocked as my ass was getting
thoroughly plowed, my asshole wedged the widest when the base of his
shaft was fully entered, my rectum stuffed with cock, his hips
bouncing off my butt, followed by an almost complete withdrawal, as he
began long dicking me.
Satisfied that my arms were too weak to struggle free, he let go of
one foot and reached around to grab my cock, "And I want you to
enjoy it too," as he started stroking my cock up and down, "I want
you to remember your first fuck for a long time."  At the same time,
he took more control of his thrusting, deliberately pushed down on his
cock to rub it along my prostate, resting above my balls, below my
asshole.  With his other hand, he was stimulating my tits, "And to
remember WHO fucked you first, not a bad guy, just doing you a favor;
you wanted it."  I started getting extremely aroused.  My
whimperings diminished to grunts and gasps, and now, were occasionally
interrupted with sexual moanings, both sounds turning him on more and
more, his sexual excitement expressed in his more invigorated thrusts,
his hips bouncing off of my butt.

"Come on, baby, let's have you cum again," he said as he focused
more on stimulating my cock and tits, "I want to feel you pulse on
my cock, suck it in."  I felt that tension I had felt before, my
arousal building.  Again, the flood of the whole evening.  Spanked,
sucking cock, sucked, my first orgasm, and now my first fuck.  His
control, muscles, to an eleven year old a huge cock, up my butt,
knowing what was soon to be coming from him, had swallowed some, and
now, knew what was coming from me.  One pulse of watery cum, too young
to build up another load like that first one, the rest of the pulses
dry, but each spasm squeezing his cock, getting what I needed and
giving him what he wanted.

"Ah, yeah.  There it is."

Suddenly his thrusting was replaced by full insertion, lifting my ass
suspended on his cock, pausing while his cock was balls deep.  My butt
was being seeded.   He was releasing his first seeds to my insides.  I
had now been indisputably fucked.  I was receiving the first sperm
ever up my butt.  He pulled back, my weight briefly returning to my
knees.  But only briefly, I was lifted again, him thrusting in again,
arching upward, a pause, then cock withdrawn again, then buried balls
deep again, each time depositing more sperm, lubing the next thrust,
making it easier for the next one, cock sliding back again, then
buried again, repeated, and repeated, cum now dripping from my ass,
down the backside of my balls, and onto the bed.  Finally he came to
rest balls deep in my butt.  I felt his cock slowly getting softer, no
longer pulsing, smaller.

Now that he was done, spent but rested, satisfied that his balls,
prostate, and shaft were completely empty, now that the fuck was over,
he pulled his cock out of my ass, "Good job kid.  You were a great
fuck."

He reached over to grab some towels he had lying in the ready and
wiped off my butt, wiping the cum off of my butt and balls, and
swabbing out the crack and hole.  He paused while he inspected me a
bit.

"You're gonna feel a little sore around your asshole for a few
days.  Happens to all the first timers, but I'll admit, I got a
little more carried away than usual.  Don't worry.  It'll be
easier getting fucked the next time."

"Fucked the next time?"  I thought to myself, "I'm going to
get fucked again?"  I didn't know it, but I would be getting
fucked a few more times before I left camp.
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