Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2010 22:39:29 -0500 From: wild wing Subject: GROWING UP IN THE VALLEY - Chapter 3 As I got home from school the next day my mother surprised me by insisting that I come shopping with her. She wanted me to be fitted for new shoes. There was no point in explaining that I had more important matters to take care of. I tried my best to speed her up but there is only so much an eight year old can do. Dusk was falling as we pulled into the driveway. The valley would have to wait. I remember being concerned about damaging my position in the club. These boys wanted me and I felt important. It was ingrained in my mind that in order to maintain my status I had to please them. So it was I raced home from school the next day. I could hear my mother in the basement as I entered. I quietly changed into my play clothes and snuck out the back door before she realized I was home. I continued running right to the fort but stopped short as I arrived. It looked deserted. I called out, "Anybody there?" I was surprised to get a response. "Don't come in!" someone shouted. I had to wait a few moments before a rather dishevelled Matt crawled out still tucking in his shirt. I thought nothing at the time of his behaviour but looking back now I figure I had interrupted him abusing himself in some way. "You were supposed to be here yesterday," he growled, "We all waited for you." "I tried but I just couldn't make it," I explained. "You have to tell us if you can't make it. It's a rule." Many years before the age of the cell phone I asked, "How do I do that?" Matt stood there obviously trying to find a reasoned response. He came up empty. Instead he went on, "If you want to stay in the club I have to torture you." Their concept of torture was for the most part my concept of pleasure. "Sure," I smiled, "What do you want me to do?" As I expected he responded, "I have to check out your dick again." Of the four boys in the club I knew Matt enjoyed playing with my organ the most. I realized later that he was probably drooling over the prospect of having me all to himself. Matt must have thought I might change my mind after hearing the word torture. He grabbed me quickly by the collar and pushed me into the fort. He pointed to a new item of furniture, a large piece of brown cardboard and ordered, "Lay on that and do as I say." He pulled off my shoes and without bothering to undo my belt he put a hand on each side of my waist and yanked my pants off. Probably aided by what he was doing before I got there he was about as sex crazed as a twelve year old boy could be. He was in a real hurry. Matt wrapped a hand around my erection and got up close and personal. He examined it from every conceivable angle. If a boy could be in love with another boy's cock then Matt was exhibiting all the signs. "Can you jerk it off?" he finally asked. I was puzzled and replied innocently, "What do you mean?" "You know .... like this." He took a strong grip on my generous foreskin. Matt began to run it quickly up and down over the hidden helmet. I loved the attention Matt was giving my cock but I still had no concept of what he was trying to accomplish. It felt okay but nothing close to a climax. Continuing to jerk Matt looked up and inquired, "How does it feel?" I knew I wanted him to continue and I knew the importance of pleasing him. Accordingly I responded. "It's really nice." Not surprisingly Matt interpreted my response as meaning he was getting somewhere. He stepped up the pace. As for me the sensation I felt was about the same. He continued for several more minutes. "Are you getting off? My arm is getting tired," he complained. "Getting off?" I repeated. "Do you want me to get off the cardboard?" Matt stared at me like I was the dumbest kid on earth. Sex wise I probably was. He promptly stopped pumping but he didn't seem upset. Instead he lay down on the cardboard beside me and pushed his pants down to his ankles. "You have to do me now," he ordered. "What do I do?" "I want you to grab my cock and put your face close to it," he instructed. For the first time I was getting a good look at what any of the four club members had. I remember it being decidedly smaller than mine, perhaps four inches long. It was also the first cock I had seen with a little hair around the base. But most of all I was fascinated by the bared mushroomed head with the purplish mauve colours and the flared edge. "Yours looks very nice," I said truthfully. "You like what you see? Good!" he replied answering his own question. "You have to lick it now." When I hesitated he added, "Go on." I remember how excited I felt. This was real sex I figured. I sensed I was entering a new forbidden world while admittedly not understanding all the consequences. I also knew Matt was my staunchest ally and it was imperative that I keep him happy. I reached out and grasped it with one hand. It was hot. I began to lick the head of it as if it were a popsicle that had to be devoured quickly before it melted in the hot sun. I liked the feel of the smooth hard flesh. "Oh yeah Kevin. That's good. Keep going. Lick all around it." I continued to please him the best I could. Sex is easy I thought. Matt added a new wrinkle. "Now I want you to kiss it but don't pull back. Keep your lips on it." I can do that too I reasoned as I carried out his order. "That's it!" cried Matt, "You are doing real good Kevin. Now spread your lips apart and and lower your face over my cock." As I felt his glans begin to enter my mouth he groaned, "Oh yes.....YES!" I suddenly felt his hand behind my head and he was gently pushing. I realized there was only one direction my head could go and that was down. I had to open my mouth wider to do it. I strained as much as I could and I felt his cock slip in. My tongue was forced to wrap itself around the glans. In fact my tongue was looking for a place to stay in what was becoming a very crowded eight year old mouth. In the process my tongue was inadvertently massaging the glans and Matt was agog with sexual excitement. "Oh shit," Matt cried, "That feels so fucking good Kevin. You are a great little cocksucker." Although I was finding the whole situation extremely uncomfortable I knew Matt was really enjoying it. So I hung on and held my position the best I could. The problem was there was just too much cock in my mouth and it began to slip out. I gripped harder with my lips but it was no use. It popped right out. I quickly gripped it again even harder determined to keep it in place only to lose it again. This happened several times but strangely it seemed to me, Matt never complained. He just kept moaning. After a few minutes of this Matt cried out, "I'm cumming!" Of course I didn't know what he meant so I gripped his helmet once more just behind the flared ridge and hung on for dear life. His cock head swelled a little and at the same moment I began to choke. Matt started swearing like the dickens. "Oh fuck....Oh shit....Ohhhhhh Christ!" It was all too much for me and I released him. He immediately grabbed his pole and began to pump it furiously while continuing to swear. I figured that he was hurt real bad and I hoped that I hadn't done it. I was frankly afraid of what would happen next. He lay there panting beside me with his eyes closed. Presumably he had spewed his seed but to this day I can't recall seeing any thing. Today I figure that's why I choked. When he finally opened his eyes instead of continuing to cry out from what I thought was pain, he was smiling! "That was fucking great!" he enthused. "You gave me my first blow job Kevin and it was fantastic!" I was in awe of everything that had transpired. I realized that I had good reason to be proud of myself. I also figured that as far as Matt was concerned I was a life member of the club. I walked home with an increased sense of empowerment.