Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 06:55:11 -0400
From: johngalaor@aol.com
Subject: Memories of My First 2

Memories of my first, 2
Author:  John Galaor

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Memories of my first, 2

After my first experience with Badboy...  I started to practice the
exercises to put my dick hard.  And the most practice I had the most
quickly it get hard.  I practiced also the jerking movement to get pleasure
out of it.  One of those days, I had my first spasm on my dick.  It did not
spurt any cream like Badboy's dick, but it jerked and shook in a similar
way.  I also observed that it was starting to appear some little hairs
around the base of my `uglything' as Badboy told me it would occur.

I was trying to find Badboy to tell him about my first orgasm, but I did no
found him.  I made some inquires about him and nobody knew a word about.

I think when Badboy feed with his cream, I had ingested the most lustful
spirits from Africa.  I was so quite and tamed before sucking him!  And
now, I had become a lecherous adolescent, almost in constant horniness.  I
mean horniness must come from horny.  For Badboy ghat told me, "look, I'm
horny".

He was then showing his uglything.  It was thick, black and big.  And as he
put it, it was hard as the wooden handle of a hammer.  So, I am all day
lusting, full of lewd thoughts.  And they all are now running through my
veins, the lustful spirits of Nico, the Badboy.  They were the same African
lustful spirits that made his dick to grow so big.  So, my dick as now
growing faster, and I was all day wanting to extract a lot of pleasure out
of it.

So, thinking about it, I devised a theory about the lustful spirits.  We
need them to grow up faster and more stronger.  So, I was thinking of
acquiring more lewd spirits from some of the grown up boys.  Specially
those that are all day playing football.  They can feed me their rich and
nutritive cream, to make me grow faster.  I want to develop a stronger
body.

I was thinking about my theory and was thinking about the saying of people
who says "he fucked up his ass" and some derivatives from that idea.  I
think this is another way to inject a lot of cream full of lewd spirits,
African or or not.  For we had to get help from whatever source of lewdness
we could find.  It would be much better if the lewdness were African, for
they are more powerful.  But we cannot ask for the moon.

I needed some more lust to grow bigger.  Both outside and inside.  I was
thinking I needed some injections of lust; that is, some sort of male
stuff, that would make my body grow up bigger, so I will become as strong
as the older boys who played football.



I was for a time alone, practicing daily the art of making my flabby dick
to become hard and horny.  Almost everyday, while in bed, or just when
going during the night to the lavatories; I was jerking my thing up and
down, learning the fine points of making it give off the most pleasure.
One night jerking in bed I had my first orgasm.  I didn't know jet this
word, but I heard some older boys talking about this and they called it
`the coming of pleasure' or for short the `cum'.  They used to say, the
pleasure comes up, or rises up.  When I approached to hear their
conversations they chased me out, for I was too young to hear the chats of
the older boys.



Well, I forgot.  I had my first orgasm, and I understood all the shaking
that had Badboy when he was spurting his cream in my mouth.  It had a
powerful explosion of pleasure and my uglything, and it was jerking in the
same way as Badboy.  But even if my orgasm was powerful my dick gave off
nothing.  I was a little disappointed that I gave off not any cream.

It was a few days later that I produced my first spurt of something.  But
it was too watery to be called real cream.  I tasted and it was salty, and
a little sweet, but lacked the nutritive qualities of Badboy's cream.  That
could be a prove that I was undernourished.

After a month or so of doing my practices I achieved a great mastery
jerking off my dick.  By then I got used myself to call a dick a dick,
instead of call it an `uglything'.  Perhaps it was an illusion, but I began
to think my dick had grown about an inch.  And I remember now a cheeky boy
in the school, named Ben, that loved to pinch my ass while saying,

"And a pinch to grow an inch."

"Ouch!"  I used to shout aloud

He then looked around to see if nobody was watching and caressed my ass'
cheeks.

He made up the joke saying, "You got a sweet ass here."

I smiled to him, complaining, "You are a sinner full of lust."

And he laughed heartily.



Well, I was contemplating where his dorm ward was, but I could not find it,
for we went up to our dorms upstairs in different batches.  I was not
clever enough to solve this case of where he was sleeping and I had to
forget it.

Then, looking for someone to help me with his cream, I thought I liked the
boy sleeping next to my bed.  He was a boy that liked to play football and
he ws older and stronger than me.  We were not friends for I did not like
playing football.  So, I became addict to watching the boys playing
football and also cheered a lot to them.  I cheered to all of them.  But I
took special care of not forgetting to cheer to one in particular.  I asked
someone how was called this boy and it was Karl.  He was the boy next to my
bed.

I was always near these boys when they were chatting.  I was paying
attention to their conversations.  One day I had the opportunity to chat
with Karl.  I asked him some shitty question about football and he was very
kind to me, and smiled all the time I was talking shit to him.

Then, he said,

"You are the boy that... you was the friend of the black boy?"

"Which black boy?"  I was a little awkward.

"There's not any other than the black boy.  I saw him caressing your buns."

"Ah!  You mean... Badboy?"

"Yeah.  This one.  It is your friend?"

"He is not my friend anymore.  He is not in the school."

"I see.  He had a foul mouth, and the nuns kicked him out."

"I didn't know it."

"What's you doing with the blacky?"

"Er... we... we were... chatting."

"Chatting about what?"

"He was teaching me... about... No.  It is not that.  I was helping him,
you know?"

"You was helping him?"

"Yeah.  More or less.  He had a problem.  A big one."

"He had a big one?  How big it was?"

"Well... it was... very big.  Er... a big problem... you know?  Maths.  He
was very poor at Maths, and needed a lot of help."

"I see.  You like to help."

"Yeah.  But he is not here now, you see?  I would like... to help another
boy."

"Well.  I got a big problem also.  Sometimes a I need... I need help.  Can
you do it?"

"Of course, I will be very glad to do it."

"So, you like... to help?"

"Yes, you tell me.  And I would be at the ready."

"Ok.  Now... is much better you go to chat elsewhere.  It is not good that
too many people would watch us chatting.  You understand?"

"Er... Yeah.  I got it."

I did not like he told me that.  But I understood his caution.  For there
could be informers of our behavior and words on the school.

"I will tell you.  The moment I'd need help."

"Ok"

Then he went out with the other footballer boys.  So I was often watching
the boys playing football, but I used to keep a low profile and did not
cheered as much as before.



Several days passed and Karl did not asked me for any help.  One of those
days I was sleepless with a crisis.  I was impatient to help Karl, the boy
next to my bed.  I tried to talk with him for some seconds before the nun
switched off the light.  But he put a finger on his lips and made a sign of
sh!  So, I thought he was afraid people would watch us talking.

The dorm was big enough to have 40 beds, but the beds were rather close to
each other.  A mere two feet or a little more.

Then, one hot night I could not sleep anymore.  I passed the time sleepless
turning and turning in my bed.

After several hours, the nun came doing her first watch.  She walked the
dorm one way, the other and went out.  Then I knew she would be doing his
watch on all the dorms, one after the other.  Each nun was recognized by
the way she walked.  For they had a long rosary hanging from her waist,
with big crucifix and medals at the end.  As the nun was walking she was
doing a peculiar clinking between the crucifix and the big medal of Mary
the Miraculous.



So, she went out.  I was not totally sure, so I wake up and went to the
toilets, to see if she was still watching the corridor.  I could not hear
any clinking around.  So, I came back to my bed, and was doubting if I
should dare or not to help Karl of any hard problem.  I passed like an hour
undecided.  Then, I sat on floor beside his bed thinking.  What if he did
not want any help?  I thought he would not mind if I was trying to help, as
he was rather kind to me, and smiled a lot when he watched me.  In any
case, he would not make any trouble because of my intention was good.  I
only wanted to help.

Then, I slowly entered my hand under his blanket.  We got only a fine
blanket on the bed to cover us.  Then, after being sat for so long on the
floor wearing only my underpants, I thought my hand was very cold.  He was
sleeping on his back.  Then my hand went hovering over his body, not daring
to touch him.  My hand was very cold, and he would surely awake with a
nasty shock.  Then I find the probably site of his crotch.  I was waiting
for a while with my hand on the air, at three or four inches above his
body.  After a while I felt the heat his body was radiating to my hand.  It
soon was heating.

When I thought my hand was warm enough, I let it land slowly over his
crotch.  It rested there for another while in a light way.  I did not
wanted to give the feeling of a dead weight in such a sensible part.  The
heat of Karl's body and that of my hand, was awakening the sleepy dick that
began to stir.  The dick was slowly rising up and growing fatter.  I was
rising my hand up as not to disturb the resurrection of the flesh.
Nevertheless I could not avoid to touch it softly with the tip of my
fingers.

My hand was doing all the fingering over the fabric of his underpants.
Then, when I thought the dick was hard, I imagined the act needed a more
intimate contact.  So I dared to enter my hand inside his underwear.  Oh!
What a marvelous experience!  I was amazed at the thickness of the dick,
that was so hot.  As my fingers wrapped the dick around it was having like
little jerks.  It was also becoming much harder.  I could not see his dick
with my eyes, but I thought, `oh!  My!  This thing is as big as that of the
blacky.  The dick was having more jerks, like it was nervous or something.
Then I began to softly jerk my hand pulling up and down the skin of the
dick.  Now it was much harder that before and I got scared.

I was mesmerized by the feeling of my hand.  The dick was having more
powerful jerks.  Then I stopped my hand and softened the pressure of my
fingers.  I didn't want it began to spurt all his cream in the empty air.
Then Karl awoke and his hand grabbed mine on the wrist and said, "Fuck!
What's that!" in a low voice.  Then he followed my arm to my shoulder and
bent to the side where I was.  He then turned his head towards me and
asked,

"Who are you?"

"I'm Leo."  I whispered.  "I was wondering... if you needed any help."

"What?"

"I can help you with the Maths."  I said.

I could not see his face in the dark, but I am sure he smiled.

"Come into the bed."  He said.

I get on his bed and approached to the side of his body.  It was very hot,
while by body that was sitting naked on the floor was almost frozen.

"Oh!  You are very cold."

He turned to my side and hugged my body and pressed me hard to him.  I felt
the heat of his chest and belly burning my skin.  I was elated by the weird
feeling that I had been caught in his strong arms.  I was at his mercy.  I
had to obey him blindly.

"I gotcha!"  He said softly.  "Now, you are my prisoner!"

I did not dare to speak.  So holy was the moment.

"And now I'm going to stab you."

"What?"

"I'm gonna skew ya on my prick."

"Skew me?  How?"

"Shhh!  Shut up!  You are now my slave."

I felt his hot dick pressing on my crotch.  It was passing a lot of current
from his hard hot dick to my wimpy one.  My little dick began to stir and
get hoter.  After a moment it was much thicker and stiff.  I felt the male
heat of his body was trespassing my skin and warming all my guts and heart.
My heart was now becoming wild.  Thumping like crazy.  Then I began to rub
my skin to his.

A flood of positive currents were passing from his body to mine.  Then my
left hand that was free looked for his balls.  They were so hot and big!  I
liked to read and loved the fine words, so I remind I thought `this is a
wonder of Nature'.

His huge bag of balls were a lot much bigger than mine.  I loved the
feeling of his hairy balls in my hand.  Then, I could not stop and my hand
went for his dick.  I caressed it with my fingers.  Then I checked its
girth and I was awed.  I was acquainted with the girth of my own thing, so
the contrast was huge.  I could not believe a dick could be as thicker.

Our faces were very close.  I felt the breath of him on my nose, and I
inhaled it.  The air he exhaled had a... an inebriating quality.  Then he
looked for my lips and trap them with his own and suctioned them.  I felt
my lips trapped into his mouth for a while.  I was mesmerized by this
feeling, to be trapped inside his mouth.

Then he freed them and his tongue entered into my mouth.  We were that way
kissing for a while.  I thought `he was imagining I was his girlfriend.'
For all the boys were talking of girls, they all needed to kiss a girl and
play with her, and to pull down her underpants to bury their dicks on her.
But this fancy was unachievable.  Now, the most similar to a girl that Karl
could have was me.  So he was eagerly kissing me like mad.  I was the first
girl of his life.  He was kissing me for some five or ten minutes.  Then he
finished.

"Turn on." He said.

"What?"

"I am going to fuck you."

Then I understood and turned around.

I had heard often the boys saying very casually `fuck off', `fuck you', and
`he fucked up his ass' or `go to fuck up your ass.'  This language was not
very clear to me.  It was like many theoretical words we used when we are
children but we barely understand.  So, in spite of being forbidden, were
used quite often and had several meanings.  They were used to dismiss of
someone, `fuck off', as an insult like `fuck you', or in a show of bragging
self-confidence using obscene words.  But it was risky to say any phrase
bedecked with this word `fuck' if any nun was near.  If someone was caught
saying this word he would be punished.  Depending on the age of the boy,
the punishment would be applied by one of the nuns that loved stern
discipline, or by a grim male that was called `the keeper'.

Now I had caught the meaning "I am going to fuck you."  I knew that the
words `fuck' and `ass' were somewhat connected.  I was going to play the
role of his girl.  He was going to fuck my ass.

Now I was happy, for I was a very diligent student.  I was always eager to
grasp any new piece of knowledge.  I think I was like all people who is
reading this story.  We all suffer the same lust for knowledge.  It is like
a hunger.  We were starved for knowledge.  So, my mind was now ready to
grasp the very sense of what was to being fucked in the ass.

"Wet your ass with saliva."  Karl whispered in my ear.

I did no argue and began to spit saliva on my fingers and rub them on my
rear hole.  Karl was also doing something behind me, perhaps he was also
wetting his dick with saliva.

Then, I thought I was wet enough and pushed my ass a little back.  He then
began to apply the head of his dick to my ass hole.  He could not found it,
then was fingering till he found it.  Now he applied the head of his dick
at the hole and pushed a little.  I felt a delicious heat in there, as it
entered a little bit.  Then it stopped.  I was delighted with the feeling.
I never heard anyone to tell that a dick could cause a pain in the ass as
it entered.

"Are you a virgin?"  He whispered in my ear.

"What's that?"

"Sh!!  Speak softly.  Have you had... other dick inside you?"

"A dick?  Oh, no!"

"What did you do with the black?"

"I sucked him."

"Then you are a virgin in the ass."

"I see."

Then he whispered on my ear.

"This will hurt a little."

"What?"

"As it enters, you will feel some pain."

"Pain?"

"Yeah.  A little."

"You mean... it hurts?"

"You are not going to cry like a silly girl, will you?"  He said softly on
my ear.

"No.  I am a boy."

"So, you have to be brave.  The pain soon wears off."

I was a little impatient to learn.

"Ok.  Go on."

He held me by the waist.  Then he started to push his dick in.  But it not
entered.  Something on my ass was impeding it would get in.

"Open it up."  He said.

"I don't know how."

As he could not enter my ass and began to poke with his dick several times
in there.  He was repeating the poking with his dick like he was knocking
on a door.  I was feeling my ass was getting hotter and wetter.  I loved
his pokes in there, for they were producing me pleasure.

I was enjoying the nice pokes when suddenly I felt a bolt of current, in my
ass that knocked my brain.  I was in shock for some seconds.  Then, I had
felt like a stinging pain in my ass.  My mouth was wide open, but I was not
uttering any moan.  I was breathing hard to quench the pain on my ass.

He said something on my ear but I did not catch what he meant.  He was
worried my ass could probably squashed his member trapped inside me.  I was
like stunned.  He was expecting me to say something.

"You got it."  He said a second time.

I heard his words like floating on a hot haze but I was unable to respond.
This must had been his first time fucking an ass.  He was a little scared.

"You see?"

This time I was able to reply.

"See what?"

"You got it."

I could not think very clear yet.

"Got what?"

"My dick.  You got it all in."

I barely understood what he said.  I was too busy with the feeling of
bursting I got inside me.  I felt like... something has been broken in my
ass.  I got an image of me with my ass bleeding, soaking the bed with my
blood.

"Ouch!"  I whispered.

My hand reached for my ass and it was dried.  My fingers met a part of
Karl's dick.  For it was not yet buried totally in my ass.

"Does it hurt much?"

"Yeah." I said in a faint hushed voice.

"Well, don't worry.  It always hurts the first time."

"Always hurts?"

"Sh!!  Not so loud."  He hushed on my ear.

"Hurts much!  Take it out!"· I said scared.

"Don't be a wimp, Leo.  It's only a dick."

"What?  I feel pain!"

"It'll wear off soon.  Wait a little."

"Why?"

"The pain is already going off.  Now you're feeling better."

"I'm not."

"You will be alright in a minute."

"In a minute?"

"Just now."

"Now?"

"Yeah.  Now you must feel better."

"Yeah.  But you're too big."

"It's not that big.  You'll soon get used at this size."

"Will I?

"Yeah.  Your ass is kind of elastic, is adjusting to my size.  Wait a
little." "

"You are too big."

"The bigger the dick... the greater the pleasure."

He was reciting an ancient proverb.

I never had heard that proverb before, and I was repeating the words to
fend off my fear.

I was feeling better now.  And Karl was moving slowly inside me.  He was
going a little back, then he went a little forward.  He moved slowly.

"Your ass is already adjusted."

I was barely aware his dick was moving inside me.  Then after a while he
was moving faster.  I liked the feeling.  Then he went back a lot.  I
thought he was getting out, but then he pushed back in.  I felt a little
pain again as it entered.  Then I got a flash of pleasure.  He was playing
like this for a while.  Each time he entered, I felt like a little bolt of
pleasure inside.  I was enjoying his dick moving out and in.  It was a very
good experience.

I kept repeating, `the bigger the dick... the greater the pleasure'.

Then I was like falling in a dreamy bliss with all those waves of pleasure
coming and going.  When I was more like dozing in my foggy dreaming, I got
a sudden bolt of current.  My ass felt like a prick again.  My ass was on
the brink of busting.

"Ouch!"  I moan softly.

"Sh!!" he whispered in my ear.  "Shhhh!"

After some seconds, the pain was subsiding.  Then I felt better.

"What was that?"  I asked.

"You got it all."

"Got it all what?"

"My dick.  It's all inside."

"Oh!"

I repeated the words, `the bigger the dick... the greater the pleasure'.
And I felt much better.

Then my hand went back and there was not any space between him and me.  He
had me spiked whole on his big hard dick.  We were stuck to each other.

We spent some seconds resting like this.

Then, Karl began to move inside my ass.  First slowly then a little faster.
I was surprised that this sliding were so pleasant.

"Is it good?  You like my ass?"  I asked Karl.

"It's very good."  He said on my ear.  "Do you like it?"

"Yeah.  It's nice."

"You got a sweet pussy."

I was a little shocked.  I knew this word.  Boys talked of the girl's slit
as a pussy.  They dreamed of burying their dicks on a pussy.  I could not
believe Karl said pussy.  I did not want to be compared to a girl; I was a
boy.

Then Karl was getting more excited.

"Oh!  Sweet!  My little slut!"

I did not know this word yet.  So I didn't mind.

"You are my lil' whore."

"What?"

"My girl."

I was not sure if this was a good thing or not.  I never thought of myself
of being a girl or a whore.  I did not mind he was playing his dick inside
my ass.  I was thinking of doing the same to him after he would finish
fucking me.

Now the body of Karl was giving me a lot of heat on my back.  We were both
sweating.

He was then moving faster.  The pleasure we were feeling made us forget we
were on a dorm of forty people.  The bed was making a soft cricket noise.
I began to worry a little.  But Karl was having so much pleasure that he
was unaware of any danger.  He was moving faster and faster.  When the
cricket was singing a little higher, I began to worry.

"We are doing too much noise."

"Yeah.  You're right."

He was moving now slower.  He had to adjust his speed as not to make much
noise on the springs of the bed.

He found a solution.  He had to make a long way with his dick, from the
near entry to the bottom of my ass.  I felt the bump inside, as his dick he
pushed hard to the bottom.

We were like this for some ten minutes or more.  I felt so good I did not
hear the cricket on the bed.

Then Karl's dick began to swell more in my ass.  I felt it was now bigger.
How could it be, to grow bigger?  Then it was having some jerks inside me.
He become like crazy, moving faster.  He then pushed hard and deeper.  Then
he was ejaculating inside me.

I felt the hot spurts of cream bumping on my anal cavity.  His dick was
becoming slippery inside my ass.  I seemed that now his was not so bursting
my ass as before.

His dick passed a time giving up spurts of cream.  I loved all them.  But I
missed in a way, to have all this cream in my mouth to swallow.  It would
be very nutritive cream, full of vitamins and proteins.  I would be getting
some rich overfeeding I needed bad.

All the time he was ejaculating, Karl was sweetly moaning on my ear.  You
would never remember more sweet moans that those uttered when someone is
ejaculating in your ass.


This fuck up the ass was in the whole the first great experience of my
life.  It has become my preferred way of being fucked.  But a good black
dick in my mouth it is also a great thing.  It is a true gift of the gods
to us.  Just for saying nothing about the sweet nutritive cream a good dick
can provide.


End of part 2



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