Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2003 17:44:56 +1300 From: Ben Masters Subject: Ben Masters' Story This is a true story, some names have been changed. Comments to benm99999@hotmail.com Usual disclaimers and warnings of explicite content apply. Author's Copyright applies. Chapter One - "The Bum Screw" My first recollection of a sexual experience is from about 7 or 8 years of age. I was spending part of the summer holidays on my Grandmother's farm. It was in the days of steam driven trains and magneto telephones - not too long after WWII. There was a duck pond at the bottom of the hill surrounded by willow trees and other shrubs and bushes, it was quite dense. There was a causeway across the pond and a bridge in the middle - to my small eyes the pond was really more like a small lake. All rather like a chapter out of the book "The Swallows and the Amazons". Older cousins had a fuel tank from a war plane as a boat - it was an aluminium streamlined affair that had probably been suspended under a aircraft wing. I teamed up with a cousin of similar age whom I had not met before. We paddled across the pound and up the creek which flowed through the "lake". I remember my mother telling me about my late grandfather who had died of lung cancer way back some twenty-five or more years before. It was around the time of the First World War and the family had bought it's first motor car. It was a flash Buick. No licences were needed in those days - Grandad climbed in the car at the top of the hill where the salesman had left it. He set off down the hill heading for the tight 90deg bend on to the causeway. Grandad James was last heard shouting out "whow you bugger whow - whow damn-it you bugger..." as he disappeared into the pond he was still pulling on the steering wheel as if it were reins fastened to a buggy horse. That was the last time he ever drove. After that it was Nanna's task to drive the car everywhere. Another anecdote was the story of Mum and her brothers driving off to the movies (silent of course) one evening and coming out of the cinema some 15 miles from home, they found a row of five or six hens perched on the front axle of the car where they had bedded down for the night before the car set off for the movies. Another movie story was a romantic outing with a boyfriend, and about 30 minutes into the film there was a snuffling sound approaching from the rear of the cinema. It was the family farm dog - he had followed the car and was checking each row until he found Mum cuddled up with her man. Anyway, back to the pond. My cousin and I paddled up the creek which was totally covered by trees and came across a tunnelled out underground hut our older cousins and siblings had dug. We went in - no-one was there, so we chatted - my cousin asked if I had every had a "bum screw" I had no idea what that was and said I hadn't - he offered to show me. "It's really great" he said, "it feels real nice". He then proceeded to take his pants off and told me to do the same. Then I was told to lay on my stomach and he proceeded to insert is wee dicky in my bum. It did feel good - in fact it felt great. After he had humped me for a few minutes it was my turn. Wow - this was even better. I can't remember if we had any lube or not - but I don't recall any discomfort and it all seemed pretty smooth going so maybe we used spit. Anyway - the visit to Nanna was soon over - but the summer holidays were still in progress. I arrived back home to our own farm. There was a cottage on the farm which was let to a family - the father ran a one man/one truck transport company. He collected the cans of cream from all the farms in the district and took them to the local dairy factory where butter was made. That family had three kids, a girl my age and a brother about 9 years old and a much younger brother. Mary and I used to play doctors - she would check my genitals and I would check her's. It wasn't until I was very much older I realised she had a deformity. Her clitoris was very enlarged. In fact it protruded from her vagina like a tiny penis and had a little purple knob on the end. Anyway she wouldn't let me insert my little "stiffy" in her "twot" but she did often jerk me off till I had a great dry orgasm. What I did notice after each orgasm was that when I had a piss the urine was thicker and was slippery - I had heard about cum so I always carefully checked everything that I voided after an orgasm, I couldn't wait until I actually shot my first load. And - do you know - for the life of me I can not recollect when I first shot a load of spunk ! One day a few weeks after the sexual experience at my Grandmother's place, I was playing with Mary's older brother John. I asked him if he had ever heard of "bum screwing" - he said yes and would I like to play it with him. When you are 7 or 8 you are pretty incautious - so we just flipped our trolleys on their sides on the farm lane that we were racing along and dropped our pants, lay down behind the trolleys and proceeded to fuck each other. It was nice - John's cock was a bit bigger than mine and my cousin's so it felt even better up my arse. This became a regular past-time but not being spontaneous like the first encounter John and I were a bit more discrete and went down the back of the farm and hid in some scrub. ............ Chapter Two "Outed" Things were going gang-busters - we were enjoying a great sex life. Bum screwing was the only exploit though, we hadn't discovered sucking. One day there was a shout from behind us - "Here they are Dad I've caught them" It was my oldest brother Robert - he was 17 and was in High School. He had obviously been trailing us and it seemed he had told Dad what we were up to. There was a mad scramble as we tried to escape. Dad administered his discipline with his razor strop. It was a wide trap about 3 feet long that he sharpened his cut throat razor on. I had visions of it cutting in to my bare arse. It took a few minutes for us to realise it was a bluff and Dad wasn't there - only Robert. Oh the relief. That was all there was too it - until about a week or two later. My parents were keen bowlers and every Thursday night they would go out bowling. Robert volunteered to stay home and baby-sit me and my two year old sister Christine. My other brother Greg. would go out to play Table Tennis. Robert supervised my bath and then asked me if I would like to hope up on his bed - he shared a room with Greg who was 15 - I had my own room. He offered to read me a story. Then he dropped his trousers and pulled out this 7 inch erection. I had never seen such a thing. He had hairs around it - Like me it was circumcised but it looked as big as my wrist. He asked if I would like him to bum screw me - I told him "no way - it would hurt too much." "No it wouldn't hurt" he said - "I do it to John and he loves it". If you don't let me do it I will tell Dad what you have been doing with John and Mary. I was trapped. Robert got some Brylcreem and lubricated my wee pink winkle. Then he slid his big cock in to me. I can still remember the feeling of amazement when it never really hurt. But boy it felt great - I had a dry orgasm as he pounded my prostate. When it was over he asked me to fuck him. I had a hard erection of my 3 or 4" cocklet. So I shoved it in to him. Being a pretty spunky teenager he was ready for some more "nookie", this time he said "do you want Brylcreme or do you want me to spunk for you?" I had no idea what he was talking about. Next thing he had rolled on his side - facing me and jerked off. Soon he was breathing really heavily - just like when he was doubling me up a steam hill on his bike - he slowed down the tugging of his big cock and started to eased off very gently then he just let this thick white stuff dribble out into his hand. I was transfixed - fascinated - I had never seen such a thing. He rubbed it all over his hard 7" cock and put the some up my bum. Then he was into me again. I had to go to the toilet - we had an outside loo - it originally was a long drop but as the family prospered (it's all relative though - we were actually still pretty hard up) - the loo was converted to a proper WC - it was still outside down the garden path. I was scared of the dark so had to light matches one after the other as I sat there trying to get rid of the "gallons" of white youth cum that was up my arse. That led to recriminations and a hiding from Dad for playing with matches. I was able to flush away the cum - the matches floated around in the pan and incriminated me. I guess he would have been feeling really guilty if he had ever known the circumstances of my visits to the toilet. Oh - something-else - to this day I have a strong aversion to the smell of Brylcreem, I can't stand it. Next Thursday Robert told me - as soon as we got home from school, don't take a leak - save your piss for later. I had no idea what was up - but he was my big Bro. so I obeyed. Later that night it was time for him to get sexual relief up me again. After he had cum a couple of times he asked me to get a stiffy and poke it up his arse. No piss in me he said. Strangely, at that age - it was possible to piss during an erection. That's something I have never been able to do since puberty. Anyway I emptied my bladder in to him and he seemed pretty happy. I was an advanced student - a voracious reader. I knew "all about" sex - I knew how babies were made. I had a baby sister 7 years younger than me. I knew that Christine was made by my father putting his cock up my mother's bum and many months later she pooped out a baby. I had seen bulls fucking cows and then in the spring the cows lifted up their tail and shitted out a calf. ........... Chapter Three "I'm Pregnant ?" I was terrified - I thought I would get pregnant and then the secret of my sex life would be out. I fretted to the point where I got sick. I read up about VD. I imagined I would get syphilis, yaws or other dreadful diseases. I read up about them and became totally fixated on my genitals. The day came when I developed a big blister on my penis. I nearly had a stroke when I had my regular inspection of my equipment. I realise now realise it was probably a mosquito bite from lying face down in some scrub at the back of the farm. The day came when Mum discovered blood in my pyjama pants - big deal - there was a telephone consultation with the doctor and haemorrhoids were diagnosed. This was a family trait - my Dad had them so I guess it was understandable that the doctor may make this presumption. However, I hope that should such a thing happen today the doctor would make a proper physical examination. I am sure "the balloon would have gone up" had he taken one look at my grossly enlarged anus. Suppositories were prescribed and I remember having these brown coloured bullets shoved up my arse each night. Oh - great - just what Robert needed glycerine based soothing pellets that melted in my hot arse just in time for you cock to do more damage. Slowly I developed a sort of paranoia about VD (STD these days) - and month after month I seemed to get away without getting pregnant. Eventually I hit on a plan to prevent being got at by my predatory paedophile brother. I told Mum I was sick - she was a great one for taking temperatures - I think it was pretty much the done thing those days - I had to fake a temperature - having become pretty neurotic I was well aware that 98.4 F was "normal" and that 99.5F would be enough to avoid school but not enough to call the ambulance. Mu first attempt was to pop the thermometer on my hotwater bottle for a few secs. Wow - 110F - "Shit - I was done for" I managed to give it a couple of decent flicks to get it down a bit - damn - 96F - bugger - I must have malaria now - Success came when I worked out how to rub the thermometer bulb on my pyjama jacket. The doctor came each day - "mmmm "--- he said, looking serious. After several weeks I realised that my temperature was 99.5 to 100F before I even tampered with the reading. But I had achieved my goal - I was safely in bed within hearing of the kitchen and safe from any sexual molestation. Then a bombshell ! I am going to admit you to hospital the doctor said. Christ I had overdone it this time - and I hadn't even touched the thermometer. ............ Chapter Four "Hospital" I was taken to hospital and admitted to the isolation ward. Here I was 10 years old by now - in a room all by myself - out through the window I could see across the yard in to another ward. It was the TB ward and a kindly patient waved to me. Visitors were limited to parents and other family. Two nurses came in with a trolley one tied a brown coloured thin rubber tube around my upper arm and held my arm out flat - no explanation. They tapped around inside my elbow looking for a vein in my pea-stick arm. Then the produced a bloody great hypodermic syringe that looked like something Dad used on cows with milk fever. They plunged it in to my arm - shit - it hurt. One nurse pulled on the plunger - it was well before vacuum syringes were developed - this was a bloody great glass and chrome plated brass beauty. They sucked my arm dry long before the syringe was half full. The other nurse flicked off the tourniquet and blood filled the tiny vein and the glass tube was filled. The nurses had such trouble finding a decent blood vessel to get samples from. they decided to leave the needle in and to unclip the syringe - this was also before the invention of quick change vials. The disconnection of the needle entailed a 90 degree rotation of the apparatus - that hurt. They hadn't remembered to replace the tourniquet so next thing my fear struck heart was pump great squirts of blood over the end of the bed. There were three people panicking - and I later discovered if Matron McKenzie found out there would be hell to pay. After much discomfort another syringe was attached and more blood extracted. No counselling no rooming in of Mum no entertainment except my Enid Blyton books - no explanation of what was happening. A couple of days later I was started on a course of penicillin - this comprised of a thumping great syringe full of thick white stuff plunged in to alternate cheeks of my butt each morning. The nurse didn't poke it in - they threw it at my butt. It hurt and it took ages to be pumped in. I wasn't allowed to step foot on the floor - this went on for weeks. Luckily for me I was soon moved in to a room with two three boys. They were both 14 so a bit past my age group - but it was company. Every day or so Matron McKenzie would do her rounds - there were single, twin and triple rooms. We heard her coming. "Good morning", "How are You?", "Feeling Better?" One day - the place was overflowing and we had an extra kid in our room - that made four of us. Instead of the usual "Good Morning, How are You?. Feeling Better, we got an extra "Oh hullo" as she was totally thrown off her routine. Then she say the dozen or so toilet rolls thrown out the windows of the children's ward next door - they were beautifully draped of a tracery of radio aerials that long term patients had been permitted to have strung up. Matron McKenzie was a spinster and seemed as mean as cat's pee so she went ape-shit at the wanton waste. It was useful being in a room with a couple of worldly 14 year olds - they explained a few things to me about sex - like you get a non stop stiffy for six weeks then you can shoot spunk from you cock after the stiffy goes down. Hell - I was in awe every morning wondering if my morning woody would go down or stay for the duration. One night a nurse came in say "I have a big surprise for you soon" - she had a trolley with a white cover over it and it smelled of Dettol. Half an hour went by then she came back. Pulled the screens around me and told me to pull my pyjama pants down and lay on my stomach. She popped some wadding under my waist and told be to put my legs apart. Deja vu - I was gonna get fucked. I was petrified - no explanation - no comforting words - just a thrust of something cold up my arse then she started to pump me up - I was ridgid I couldn't speak - I just lay there. When it was over she put a bed pan next to me and said - try and hold it in as long as you can - then use the pan. I was in shock - a ten year old who had been regularly raped since age 7 or so. Was I having an abortion or what. I may have had a high IQ but I was still a very fragile infant. To this day I have a hankering to see my hospital records - did I infact have syphilis? What were all those massive doses of penicillin for? After about three months or so I was allowed to go home - it took quite a while to gain enough strength to walk - but eventually I was OK. It was summer holidays again and I had time to recuperate. Back to school - by now I was very neurotic. I took my pulse every few hours - checked my temperature night and morning. But At last Robert had gone of to join the workforce and had taken up fucking girls so I went in to a sort of quiescent state - nothing happened sexually and it's almost as if I forgot all about such things. It was a great time. Then puberty struck - wham. I don't remember my first live shot of cum. But by about 14 I was shaving and shooting. I had a really good buddy. Errol - we jerked off at every opportunity - he had a much bigger cock than me - longer and fatter - mine peaked at just on six inches. We could shoot three times in 20 minutes during our wanking contests. He fucked me but I dont remember fucking him. Errol was the first person to suck me off. It was a number of years before I could do that - now I could out do Linda Lovelace. I can handle at least nine inches right to the pubes.