Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2016 22:36:37 +0200
From: Sean P Dillon <GhostWriter46X@writeme.com>
Subject: Age of Innocence Part I: Clubhouse Membership Initiation

I can remember with vivid memory my first experience with sex. I was no
more than eleven years old and desired greatly to be accepted by my
brother's older friends. These guys were cool, older, and did a lot of fun
things and I wanted to be apart of this group.


This group of teenage boys had their own clubhouse in the thick woods
nearby the house I grew up in during the 1960's and 1970'a. To them I was
just a young "punk", but I did not mind, and I was just glad they noticed
me. I had never been in that clubhouse but I was very curious about what
went on in there. Only being eleven years old, I had not been exposed the
world of sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll. Okay I was getting into the world of
rock, who wasn't back in thoses days of music that we now call "Classic
Rock". As the young punk of the neighborhood I was constantly picked on. I
was the one who always had to chase the footballs and retrieve them when
they were overthrown, go inside and get drinks for everyone, and do
anything else they thought up. I was the runt of the group and with an
older brother who was in the group, I was his runt too. Of course as
sibling's rules go, what else did I expect. He was going to treat we worse
among the group then he did at home.


I tried many times to get inside the clubhouse but it was always locked up
tight. I used to sneak around the clubhouse when all of the guys were in
there to find out what they would do in there. I knew at the very least
they were smoking cigarettes in there, but what kept them in there for long
periods at a time? I also smoked cigarettes with my friends in the woods
that surrounded our neighborhood. My family, neighbors, and friends lived
in the best place for a boy to grow up. We lived in the county north of the
City which back in the 1960's and 1970's were undeveloped woods and
farmland. All through my growing years I took great advantage of this area;
going fishing, building forts in the acres and acres of woodlands.

As I grew older my friends and I had field paries in the acres of farmland
available to us. As this story will reveal, this freedom led to a lot of
exploration that became pivotal in the forming of my sexual experience and
appetite.


A young reader today, must understand at that time in history there was
such an innocence and lack of worry about kids playing outside by
themselves for hours at a time or even all day. My parents in particularly
just wanted us out of the house and out of their way. No problem for me, my
mother was Bipolar and we had to constantly walk on eggshells to avoid her
lashing out. My mother was physically abusive from as early as I can
remember and sent me to the emergency room at least twice as I remember
it. My dad did his best to live with this wild woman but he worked long
hours so when he was not home, I was out exploring, fishing, or hanging out
with friends.


        One hot summer night a member of the group that met in the
clubhouse saw me kicking the soccer ball around near my house. He asked me
if I wanted to come and see inside the clubhouse while it was not being
used. Since I was an innocent eleven year old and I was very curious, I
took him up on the deal. Tom was much older than me, kind of mean looking,
but seemed to be nice to me. Tom started a sexual curiosity in me that
affected me well into adulthood. Tom was at least fifteen or sixteen years
old so that made him four or five years older than me and I found that
exciting that he would show me the clubhouse.


As we walked up to the clubhouse or fort, Tom kept looking around, and when
I asked what was wrong, Tom stated, "He just wanted to spend time alone
with me and if the other group members knew he was letting me in the
clubhouse he'd get in trouble."


 So he quickly unlocked the door and led me into the clubhouse. I looked
around in the darkness and saw mattresses, magazines, and various food
wrappers. Tom started to light some candles and the place lit up
brightly. The cabin was probably no bigger than 10 foot by 14 foot, with no
windows at all. I became a little claustrophobic with the structure being
in such a small place with no windows.


At this point Tom changed. He said "Stop whining like a baby."


I did my best not to complain because I wanted to become one of this
group. The next thing Tom did was show me a girly magazine, this was my
first ever look at such a magazine. At that age naturally I thought the
pictures were a little gross but interesting.


Next Tom says, "Now I want you to take off all you clothes and give them to
me."


I said, "What? No way!" I crawled to the door but he had locked it on the
inside.


Tom then said, "Settle down, all new members of our group have to do
this. It is part of membership initiation."

I said, "They do?


Tom responded "Yes, everyone does it, it is a rule, even your brother did
it."


The fear I was feeling began to recede.


"So, if I do this, I get to become a part of the gang?"

Tom told me, "it is only step one on a list of things you will have to do,
but this is the weirdest step. We need to see exactly what you look like
everywhere."


At that age, at least for me, I wanted in this group of older kids. These
guys were in senior high school and I wanted to learn everything I could
from them. Acceptance is a powerful tool, one can use it on a person for
good or bad. In this case, this moment in a young boy's life would affect
his conscience, sexual desire, and self esteem for the rest of his life.


So, with a reasonable explanation and no way to leave, I did as Tom
instructed and took off all my clothes and handed them over to him. He then
told me to turn around twice. I did as I was told, feeling quite
embarrassed. Tom then came over and grabbed ass. I jumped and screamed at
him saying "Don't touch me."


Tom just stood there smiling and said "Now lay down on your stomach, you
have a very nice ass." For some reason, throughout my life I would here
this same statement over and over from youth through college and beyond.


While I was laying down, on my stomach, Tom gave me some nude magazines to
look at and he did the same. About a half and hour went by and I asked, a
little scared, "How long do I have to stay here?"


 Tom took out a small pocket knife and marked a candle and said "When the
candle burns down to this point I'll give your clothes back and you can
leave."


During this time, as I waited to get out of there, I noticed Tom had his
hands down his pants playing with his dick. Occasionally he would look over
to me and once he asked "Do you want to see a mature dick?"


I said "Whatever" and the next thing I know Tom pulls his pants down and I
see a dick five times the size of mine, although his was big, hard, and
red."


I asked Tom, "Will my dick get that big?"

Tom just laughed and said "If you are lucky kid." To this day I have a
serious case of dick envy. I'm jealous of any guy with a big dick.


Then Tom started rubbing his dick, slowly at first and then faster. While
he was rubbing his dick, he kept looking at my ass and saying how nice a
virgin's ass looks. I did not know what he meant or what he was doing. All
of a sudden he held his breath, made this weird face and his dick shot out
tons of white stuff, stuff I'd never seen before.


Then Tom said something I will NEVER forget, "Sean, I want you to lick my
dick and clean me up."


I said "What the hell?  No way, I'm not touching that thing and if you make
me I'm telling my dad everything."


He got all defensive and said, "No, no that's okay you don't have to. This
day is just our secret. It is your first step towards being allowed in the
group."


Then he gave me my clothes back and unlocked the door. Once I was dressed I
left and ran home feeling a little dirty but mostly excited that I was on
my way into a new group of friends.


The next day I went back to the clubhouse, but I found it was all burned
down. I never saw Tom again, but I learned a lot about sex from him and
started my own journey of self discovery. But Tom did not keep our time
together all that secret...


If you like this story and want me to continue to write my journey through
sexual exploration please let me know. I can keep writing. By the way this
is my first short story, how did I do?