Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2013 15:04:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: IT STARTED IN A PARK 7 This story is completely fictional and any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. The story also contains explicit sexual acts between males, so be warned! This story is also brought to you through the generosity of the many donors to nifty.org. Without their contributions this site could not exist. Please consider a gift to nifty.org today. You'll be glad you gave. Your comments and criticisms are appreciated. Please write me at macoutmann@yahoo.com. Copyright 2013 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. IT STARTED IN A PARK by Macout Mann Chapter 7 Sammie "And now I want to thuck you." Sammie Caldwell had just revealed to Christian that he had seen Christian having sex with Jim several weeks earlier and now he also wanted to make out with Christian. Christian was stunned. It seemed like minutes before he could speak, but actually it was only a few seconds. "I can't let you do that, Mr. Caldwell. I am your professor." Sammie Caldwell was twenty years old. From Columbus, Georgia. He grew up not far from Fort Benning in a working class family. His father was a plumber who did a lot of work for the army. Barracks toilets were always getting stopped up. His mother was a beautician, who worked at a big beauty salon that largely catered to enlisted men's wives. It wasn't that Sammie was unwanted, but he was certainly unexpected; and he always felt that his mother resented him. His father was the classic man's man, and from the time Sammie was a toddler, it was apparent that he would be anything but. By the time he was of school age, his dad had given up on him. He was small, timid, and weak. To make matters worse he had a severe lisp. Whether it was the result of a physical abnormality or an emotional problem no one knew. The family didn't feel the need to seek medical help to find out. Predictably, at school Sammie was bullied and teased unmercifully. Even other nonathletic boys made him miserable by calling him "Thammie." He responded by becoming more withdrawn, and by concentrating on his studies. He was not naturally brilliant, far from it. But he was always first in his class through sheer bookish effort. Not that even that achievement earned him respect from his family. And he discovered an amazing talent drawing with colored pencils. Sammie always knew that he was "different," and the difference became more and more apparent as he approached puberty. Girls had always been less hard on him than boys, but he realized that he was not attracted to girls in the least. He was most attracted to the boys who tormented him most. When he was in junior high he was forced into gym class for the first time. The exercise and sports regimen was torture, but it was relieved by the sight of the other boys in the showers. His pleasure in seeing dicks being soaped did not go unnoticed by the others, however. Walking home one afternoon he was accosted by Matt Brown, one of the largest boys in his class. Matt was a natural athlete, extremely well built for his age, the sort of guy who had excelled on the monkey bars by the time he was six and had worked on developing his muscles ever since. He was the darling of the gym teacher and all the girls in the grade. "Well hello, Sammie," he said. "Hello." Sammie was terrified. "What's the matter, boy? I aint goanna hurt you. I jes wanna talk to ya." "Oh?" "Come over here behind the garage." "O. K." "I been watchin' ya, Sammie. I been watchin' ya lookin' at this." Matt deftly opened his fly and pulled his dick from its hiding place. Sammie was speechless. His eyes almost popped out of his head. Matt fingered his tool until it stiffened. "I figured you might want to suck it," He continued. Then seeing Sammie's reaction and realizing how inexperienced he was, Matt added "Oh you poor bastard. I bet you aint ever even beat your meat." "Nuh uh." "Well, first time for everything, boy. Get on your knees and taste this motherfucker. "Yeah. Now slip your lips down my shaft and watch your fucking teeth. "That's the way, boy. Suck that dick. "Unh...Yes...Yes...Eat me...I'm cumin, motherfucker." Sammie tried to pull away, but Matt grabbed the back of his head and forced his firing weapon all the way into Sammie's virgin mouth. "Thanks, faggot," Matt sneered. He pulled up his pants and was gone. Sammy was furious. He felt awful. But his body tingled with excitement. Matt's cum hadn't tasted so bad. And sucking on the other boy's penis had been thrilling in a way. He went on home with conflicted feelings. He began playing with himself, finally jacking himself to his first orgasm, experiencing the discharge of his own cum. He couldn't resist the temptation to taste it. So masturbation became a twice daily occurrence. Of course Matt couldn't resist letting some of his best buddies know what he'd done, and it became a regular thing for Sammie to be taken advantage of. And in addition to his other torments at school, other boys started calling him queer. By the time he was in senior high he had built up massive defense mechanisms against the bullying and taunting that he suffered. He also became vicious in retaliating against his tormentors, developing all sorts of schemes to get them in trouble or causing them grief. For example, once when Matt took a date to a movie in his dad's car, Sammie managed to lodge a large nail against a front tire. It was punctured when Matt backed out of the parking space. The tire was flat before Matt could get the girl home. Sammie's sex life also took a different turn when he got to senior high, however. One Saturday afternoon he went to a movie. It was a flick about New York teen gangs. He went because he thought there might be some good looking guys shirtless. The theatre was only a quarter full, but a soldier came in and sat in the seat next to Sammie. "Hi," the soldier said. "You by yourself too, eh?" The movie began. Sammie rested his hand on the arm rest next to the soldier. It touched the soldier's arm. The soldier didn't move his arm away. Instead, after a few minutes the soldier slipped his hand over Sammie's. Then a few minutes later Sammie was shocked to feel the soldier's hand slip down and cup his dick. "I thought you might like that," the soldier whispered. The soldier's other hand guided Sammie's palm to the his own groin. Sammie couldn't believe what was happening. The soldier unzipped the fly of Sammie's jeans and felt his jewels through his briefs. Sammie reciprocated. The movie ended. During the end title both zipped up. The houselights came up. The soldier stood and said, "Good to get to watch the movie with you. I'm on a weekend pass. Staying at the motel down the street. Care to come over for a while?" "Yeth indeed," Sammie cooed. The motel was cheap but clean. After they were in the soldier's room, he asked, "How old are you anyway?" "Thixteen," Sammie lisped. "I'm nineteen," the soldier said. "I shouldn't be messing with you, but I'm hornier than a motherfucker. Do you like to suck?" "Yeth I do. Do you?" "Sometimes," the soldier admitted. He pulled the excited Sammie to himself and rubbed his bod against the younger boy's. Then he pulled Sammie's t shirt over his head and licked his underdeveloped pecs. "You could use some exercise, man," he said. Then he pulled Sammies' jeans and jockeys down. "But you got a nice dick." Sammie stood with his private at attention. "You goanna undress me, man?" The soldier asked. Sammie wasted no time in stripping the soldier, and without further invitation he took the young G.I.'s erection into his mouth. He sucked expertly, and drank the creamy gift that flowed from the soldier's prong. "You're fucking good," the soldier said. "You like to get fucked?" "Never wath," Sammie admitted. "Well...I won't bust your cherry," the soldier said. "It can hurt pretty bad, and it needs to be done when you have time to relax and be cuddled. But you deserve to be repaid for that great blow job." He took Sammie's dick in his mouth and tried to give as good as he had received. Sammie was overcome. As many times as the boys at school had taken advantage of him, no one had ever gone down on him. He shrieked with pleasure as he dropped his load." "Goddam," the soldier exclaimed, "you act like you've never been blowed." With tears running down his cheeks Sammie told all to his companion, even his most secret thoughts. The soldier comforted him as best he could. Before they parted the soldier said, "I guess you must live around here, don't you?" "Yeth, about four blocks from the main gate," Sammy answered. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but do you know where Dunbar's is?" "Oh, yeth." Dunbar's was a pool hall and beer joint on the main drag between the main gate and Sammie's house. "Well most of the guys that go to Dunbar's are straight, but not all of 'em. Some time if you walk around over there you might get lucky. You might even make yourself some money." Now Friday nights Sammie was usually alone. It was a busy night at the beauty shop. Army wives, haggard from a week's work, wanted to beautify themselves for the weekend ahead. For Sammie's dad any night could be "Guys Night Out," but always on Fridays he played poker with his buddies. His dad never came in until after midnight, and he would never check his son's room anyway. His mother was usually so tired that she headed straight for bed. So Sammie spent Friday nights strolling the sidewalks near Dunbar's and meeting "friends" or "customers," sucking or being fucked. And yes, he did lose his anal virginity. The "customers" were mostly older sergeants who were happy to pay to be with a fairy boy. The "friends" were mostly privates or corporals who were just hard up. Some of the less macho men were all too happy to suck Sammie in exchange for his unbelievable attention to their horny dicks. Whomever, the military men were nicer than the bastards back at school. That doesn't mean the soldiers' thoughts were less demeaning. They all thought he was a pussy. Sammie achieved the highest SAT score ever made in the City of Columbus. He received a full scholarship to the University of Sparta. His father said that it was just as well he was going to college, that he'd never make a living in the real world. During the summer before his matriculation he converted many of his "friends" to "customers." There were to be expenses not covered by his scholarship and there was no hope of help from his family. He got work as a stock clerk at a big box. And he also discovered what could be done at the right park. So he was walking in the woods at Cranston Park looking to make a buck or two when he encountered Christian. "I can't let you do that, Mr. Caldwell. I am your professor," Christian had said. "But I know you meths around," Sammie lisped. "Nobody'll know if I thuk yew. I've wanted your dick thince I first thaw you, and thince I thaw you with that other guy! Shit! I gotta thuck that big dick. I just got to!" "It's not that I don't want you too. But a teacher and a student just mustn't get together," Christian tried to explain. "Someday, maybe. Right now, no." "I'll show him," Sammie thought.