Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2009 14:54:18 +1100
From: James Gippsland <jamesgippsland@hotmail.com>
Subject: Three wishes/initiation

The action takes place in Australia

"The Three Wishes"

"So???" he said. What would yours be?

"Well," I said, stalling for time.

"C'mon mate I told you mine. Tell me what yours would." He laughed and made
a move on me, threatening to spill my hot coffee over my shorts and
t-shirt.  For a few helpless moments we wrestled, laughing, like a pair of
adolescent school boys, our bodies stretching and straining, muscles
flexing, the sweat breaking out on our chests on this warm Brisbane day.
John was in his late 30's, dark haired, tanned, muscular. A life saver,
swimmer, and all round beach bum. I am a year or two younger, fair haired,
sports psychologist and gym bunnie.....

"OK, ok, you win," I laughed, admitting defeat before it got ugly -- or
it led to something more serious. It was too late in the morning, and too
hot for anything too physical at this point.

"So??" he questioned, threatening to upend me on to the floor and jump on
me.

"Well, assuming world peace, everyone in the world healthy and fed. Global
warming solved...."

"Yes, yes" he cut across my lame excuses. "We've established all this.
Assuming you had three wishes and you -- as it were -- spend them solely on
yourself, selfishly, what would they be?"

I thought for a few more moments. But I sort of knew what they would
be. "OK, my three wishes would be..." I took a deep breath. "One that I was
19 or 21 again. Two that I was tall, smooth and irrestibly, and I mean
irrestibly, good looking and three..........

"Woa! That 4 already, Age; tall, smooth, good looking = four!"

Yeh well, we're stretching things here. So anyway I guess you won't wanna
hear my last one.

Go one, you've got my interest!

And thirdly, that my cock, my uncut cock, is 10" when hard -- and like,
it's always hard!

Oh yeah. Mmmmm man. I'll play fairy godmother to your wishes and wave my
magic wand!!. John reached over, his hand resting on my lap, feeling me up.

Nah, I don't feel 10". Don't think your wish has been granted. He slipped
his hand inside the waistband of my beach shorts, "But hey, SOMETHING
moving inside of here!" My cock began to swell and grow as a result of his
stimulation. He leaned in and kissed me, his full wet lips pashing mine,
his tongue probing and exploring my mouth. My hands came around his neck
stroking his ears and neck, pulling his hair. I could feel his cock
hardening as his groin pushed against mine. "You wanna go back to bed for
some more....."

At that moment the door bell rang, loud, insistent. "Shit" he said,
climbing off me. Walking towards the door, he looked back at me, sprawled
the length of the couch, my shirt and shorts in disarray, my cock tenting
my shorts. "You'll keep" he said, and winked lustfully at me.

Some of John's mates had come visiting. We spent the next hours chilling,
drinking, and cooking food on the barbie. By mid afternoon, it was hot and
we were all beginning to doze. I'd returned to the couch, claiming it as my
own. Stretched out, hair on the arm rest, sinking into it's soft leather.
Before too long I was sinking into that womb like state of peace and
relaxation and dream land, and as I did so I heard someone saying "Three
wishes hey/"

*****************

I was in the changing rooms. I wasn't sure what sport we had just played,
but it was certainly something dirty as many of the boys were muddy and
wet. Looking around, they were a group of late teens and early twenty
somethings, in various states of undress, muscles showing, flexing,
sweating. In fact as I looked closer, these boys were well built. Their
heights varied -- tall, (like me) average and small guys -- but all were
fit and developed. They went about their business of undressing, showering,
washing, totally unselfconscious of their bodies, or indeed anyone looking
at them. I stood for a few moments, taking in the scene.  Lusting after
them. Until one, a sun bleached fair headed guy with brilliant white teeth
and blue eyes -- bumped into me.

"Oh sorry Lucky. He that was a sweet game man. You did awesome. You may be
new here but you've fitted in well" He patted me on the shoulders and moved
off.

Another guy butt naked with just a towel slung around his neck, was walking
past. "Yeah Lucky. Great game. Those three goals in the third quarter, just
turned the whole match around. Great one!" and he slapped me on my ass
cheeks and then walked off towards the showers, his butt muscles flexing as
he walked.

I looked around. Everywhere young men, in the peak of physical fitness and
beauty were laughing and enjoying the spoils of victory, of which it seems
I had been a contributory factor -- and how I long to get my hands on
their naked bodies.

Over in the corner, sitting on the changing bench, sat a dark haired boy,
watching me. I caught his eye, caught him looking at me, and his head sank,
almost as if he was embarrassed. I continue to look, and within a few
seconds he was looking at me again. I'd caught him. He blushed, and tried
to sink lower into the corner, out of sight. I went over and sat next to
him.

"Hi"

"Hi, Lucky"

"What's your name?"

His mouth opened a little. "I thought you knew all the guys' names by
now..."

"Err, I seem to have forgotten a lot of them. Most of them. All of them," I
smiled

He smiled back. "You're probably sticking suffering from concussion."

"Concussion?"

"Yeah from the crack to the head when you took that mark in the second
quarter. Wicked leap Lucky. WICKED! You flew through the air, grabbed the
ball straight out of the hands of Johnson, But you did crack your head on
the ground as you came down."

"Ah, probably that then." I'd been given a means of escape. If I couldn't
remember something or someone, I'd just blame on my concussion.

"So humour me. Name again?"

"Cameron Smithson"

"OK, and I'm... Lucky?

"Yeh. Steve Lucknow." He looked at me quizzically, "You sure you're
alright?"

"Yeh yeh. And we've just won a match?

Yeh, footy. Aussie Rules Football, he said slowly, as if talking to a
child. "Against Stony Creek. Close match, 7, 8,verses 6, 10,mmm. Your goals
made all the difference. I'm glad you come to join our team," he added
shyly.

I sensed something else. "Glad I've come to join this team -- or glad I'm
here in the changing room?

He blushed. And I'd guessed right. He'd been watching me, perving me,
checking me out, as I stood watching the other guys.

"It's ok Cameron," I whispered. I looked intently at him. "It's OK, I don't
mind," and as I smiled at him I put a hand on his thigh, and looked into
his eyes. I thought I saw all kinds of emotion there. Terror, joy, lust,
fear, and maybe, just maybe, love. "You can look all you want." I stood up,
as if to go somewhere. "As long as I can `look' as well" I said.

But my words lost their impact. As I had stood up, I hadn't been aware of
my body. I was still wearing my footy shorts and shirt, but as my eyes
caught a picture of myself in the full length mirror on the wall, I saw
something else. Something that made my heart stop. That made ME blush. My
shorts were tenting. But I mean really tenting. Straight out. There was
something inside my shorts that was .... well huge. I looked around, caught
Cam's eyes on me, hungry, his tongue licking his lips. Where could I go and
hide before some of the other guys saw me.

"Aw shit, Lucky's at it again"

All heads in the room turned in my direction

"Lucky, you hard -- again?!!"

And every boy looked at me, or rather looked at my tenting shorts.

I blushed. I mean, I couldn't help it, but I could feel my face burning.

"Now he's red in two places at once," one wise guy shouted, and others
laughed.

What have you got IN there Lucky?

"Hey Stevo. Weren't you here on Friday's training when Lucky arrived? Five
minutes in the changing room and we knew he had something shoved down the
leg of his shorts!!!"

"Yeh, which reminds me. Lucky hasn't done initiation yet."

"Oh give over Robson He's earned his place on the team. If it wasn't for
his goals today we would have lost. More than you scored."

"Yeh, but he still hasn't done initiation."

"Perhaps we should make the snake spit."

"Hey, Yehhh"

"Oh leave him alone."

Two or three of the guys started to chant, "Snake, spit, snake, spit,
snake, spit, and then a few more joined in. Not all, but perhaps about half
the group.

"You understand what we're saying Lucky," asked Robson. "We wanna see the
snake. And we wanna see it spit," and he laughed.

During this time, my cock had subsided a little, but as he explained to me
what the "initiation test" was going to be, I began to get hard again,
pushing my shorts out in front of me.

"Well the snake seems to agree," laughed one boy.

"I think Lucky should have some help. I think he should have his hands tied
behind his back, and a volunteer should initiate him."

This was a new idea. "You game for that Lucky?" I knew if I cried off, I'd
never live it down. They were giving me a choice, but in some ways it
wasn't much of a choice. If I wanted to be accepted by the team, I had to
let it happen. And hey, I've seen worse initiation things.

"Sure," I said, pulling off my shirt. My torso is well tanned, and I've got
reasonable pecs and abs. My nipples were hardening and pointy as well. Very
little body hair -- just a snail trail. "You can tie my hands behind my
back. No big deal guys," and I smiled that winning smile, putting them at
their ease.

Robson produced a length of rope, which he just so conveniently had in his
bag. Within seconds, he'd pulled my arms tightly behind me and tied my
wrists together. I stood in the middle of room and the guys came a step or
two closer, making a semi circle around me.

"So whose gonna help Lucky out," says Robson. "Look man, the guy needs some
relief!" and as he's pointing at me groin his hand just accidentally
caresses my hardening cock, making me throb more.

"So come on then. Stevo, you?

Nah Robson, I'll sit this one out

"Chucky? Clarkie?

There are no takers. Maybe, just maybe I'm already accepted here. Or more
probably they don't want to seem too eager.

"Ah c'mon guys. You can't have an initiation without someone doing the
job. Unless we simply get him to do it himself. And that's too fucking
tame."

"You do it Robson."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"I'll do it."

The voice came from the back. I couldn't see who it was.

"SMITHSON. Of course you will, said Robson, and then under his breath, "You
little faggot. Just up your street."

"OK Smithson saves the day, c'mon on then Cameron, give us a show."

Smithson came into the front of the circle, looking at me, nervous that I'd
be mad at him. I tried to smile at him, put him at his ease. "It's OK Cam,
someone's gotta do it." And then I whispered, "Better it's you
than..... someone else," and I winked at him.

Getting up his courage he came up to me, his hands tentatively touching my
shorts, then my naked chest and belly. Stroking, touching, almost --
caressing.

"Get on with it Smithson. Some of us wanna see the snake, not you getting
off on another guy!"

"Snake, snake, snake" the chat went up again.

"Do it Cam" I said, looking him in the eye. "Now. Strip me. Naked.

The guys couldn't hear what I'd said to Cameron because of the
chanting. But Cameron heard right enough. He licked his lips in
anticipation. This was all his Christmas's coming at once.

He undid the top button of my shorts and slow eased them down. In fact, he
was very slow, simply because my hard cock was holding the material
up. Finally the shorts fell to the floor and I managed to kick them off.

The chanting stopped.

"Fuck"

"Shit."

"That can't be real."

"You had cosmetic surgery Lucky."

My cock stood out. It must have been 10 inches, hard, uncut, not fat but
shaped. I looked at it, as if I'd never seen it before. In fact I felt like
I'd never seen it before. For a moment I was embarrassed, but then I was
proud. Shit that was my cock, my hard, 10" pole, standing proud in front of
these guys. Yes sir, I was proud of it.

Cameron's mouth was open, his eyes almost crossed as he took it in. I
watched, as if in slow motion, his hands rose and then moved towards my
cock. They made contact with the shaft and about three seconds later my
brain registered the sensation. "Ahhh" I said, without thinking what the
guys would say. "Ohhh, shit, Cam." As he stroked the length of my pole,
which then throbbed and twitched. Ten inches of boy cock, bouncing around
in the changing room, in front of an audience.

His fingers on his right hand grasped the width of my shaft, gently
squeezing whilst it pulsated, whilst with his other hand he pulled my ball
sack up and stroked underneath it with his finger nails, scratching the
scrotum.

Again I sighed. And throbbed.

Apart from me, no one else seemed to be making any noise. The room was
silent, except perhaps for heaving breathing.

I spread my legs just a little, as I was feeling a little weak at the
knees, but Cameron stayed with me. Stroking my balls, grasping my shaft.

I began leaking pre-cum. Buckets of it. Cam looked at me, smiled, and with
a simple action scooped some up on two fingers and then, looking directly
at me, shoved his fingers into his own mouth. He smiled. I smiled. We'd
made contact.

My cock continued to ooze and throb -- simultaneous. Occasionally it
jerked, twitched, sending a shiver down the whole 10" length, and I could
feel myself going week at the knees again.

Suddenly Robson broke the silence. He said only three words, but it changed
the atmosphere in room. "Suck it faggot."

"Hey," I said. "Don't I get a say in this? You can't make him do that."

"You complaining? After all, you're the one gonna get your rocks off. And
by the way. In case I have to remind you -- you're tied up and you're not
going any where."

"It's ok Lucky. I don't mind." Cam smiled again, deep into my eyes. "Really
I don't mind!"

He knelt at my feet and for a few seconds gazed in adoration at the tip of
my uncut cock. Then in one smooth action he swallowed the top one third of
my cock, his rough tongue making contact with my foreskin, rolling it
around in his mouth.

"Aggghhh," I squirmed and moaned. He put his hands on my upper thighs, to
steady himself, but his cool fingers teased the inside of my legs. In and
out he went, slowly at first, but then building up a rhythm.

My breathing was getting deeper as I got closer to the edge. I wanted to
hold Cam's head -- shit, no, I wanted to do more than that. He was
driving me wild with his tongue and I couldn't reciprocate in any way at
all. Then Robson's voice broke into my consciousness.

"Just remember we wanna SEE you cum Lucknow, so you tell Smithson BEFORE
you cum, understand," And then he muttered to himself, "Otherwise the
little faggot's likely to swallow the lot of it."

A few more seconds of heavy sucking by Cameron's vacuum like mouth, coupled
with his fingers now playing with my balls and I knew I should stop
him. "OK, OK Cam pull off."

I was surprised how quickly he did, bearing in mind how much he was
enjoying it. Perhaps he didn't want to be at the end of Robson's wrath.

In the next sixty seconds at lot of things happened. Cameron pulled up (and
my hard throbbing wet cock missed him the moment he was gone!). My cock
throbbed, twitched, several times, much to fascination of the guys near to
me. Cameron looked at Robson, who nodded, as if they had discussed what
happened next. Or maybe this little act had been carried on before. Cameron
just stroked the underside of my cock, the perineum. That's all he did.
Just lightly stroked it with a finger. "Agghhh, oh shit, oh fuck," and as I
continued to shout such inconsequential rubbish one, two three loads of cum
shot out across the room, the third one catching Cameron on the lips. He
licked and swallowed. And smiled. I continued to cum, but in less strong
bursts, oozing, leaking the white sticky fluid. And the feeling? God it was
awesome. No one was holding my cock when I came, no one was wanking me. It
just -- happened. And the power of it left me weak and disorientated. Cam
told me later that most of the other guys were holding themselves as I
shouted and came, their eyes fixated on my ten inches of cum machine,
spurting and spitting out the white stuff.

Slowly I knelt down on the floor. I needed to rest, to take a breather. I
was aware of ...... clapping? Yes, the guys were clapping me. Shouting
encouragement.

"Great one Lucky"

"Awesome man."

"Shit what a pole, how do you fit it in your pants!"

And so it went on. They'd appreciated the show. I was accepted. Except....

"And finally," said Robson, "He has to lick up his cum."

Everyone went quiet for a moment. And then there was out raw.

"Oh get lost Robson. Haven't you had enough"

"Piss off -- the man's done his part."

"Bloody make YOU lick it up Robbo."

Yeh said someone else, "Good idea."

Robson could see he wasn't on a winner anymore, and so he shrugged his
shoulders, acknowledging defeat. "OK Lucknow, you're in. Welcome to the
team."

But I wasn't listening. Cam had come over to me, and was undoing my aching
wrists. "You OK?" he asked.

"Yeh, yeh sure Cam. Man that was awesome." And then I whispered to him,
"We'll do it again sometime?" And he smiled at me.

"I need to get cleaned up, Cam. Better go have a shower."

He helped me up, his hands brushing (accidentally) against my still naked
body. My cock responded, beginning to stiffen a little.

"God, do you never stop? He asked, incredulously.

"No," I said. "No, I don't think I do.

****************************

CAMERON:

I didn't see Lucky for another two days. After the post match session, he
came over to me and slipped me a note, before quickly disappearing. The
note read: "Thanks Cam, I enjoyed! If you wanna do something more, come to
my place Tuesday at 4pm" and then his address.

I was excited. I'd enjoyed sucking off his ten inch cock, and I didn't care
what the rest of the team thought I was, or what names they called me.
Lucky wasn't the only team member I'd sucked off as part of an initiation.
I just got a bit frustrated that it was only ever sucking. I wanted to
explore the guy's body. Feel his muscles, his nipples.

Anyway, looked like Lucky wanted a bit more action. Worth checking out.

I arrived at his place just a minute or two after 4. The note had said to
go around the back, and through the side door into the garage. Seemed an
odd place to meet, but hey, if it meant a re-run of the "initiation"
episode, I wasn't complaining. I called out as I went through the doorway
-- and stopped dead in my tracks. Lucky was wearing a really old grey T
and dirty shorts, and he appeared to be tied up to some form of wooden
frame, his body stretched and taut. I ran over, thinking some loser like
Robson had done this -- before realising that only one arm was actually
tied up. He was holding the other one to make it look as if it was tied.

"Lucky, Lucky, what the hell's going on. You alright?"

"Yes. I'm fine. ......Sir"

Maybe to be continued.

First time writer

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