Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2005 21:43:24 -0500
From: Maven
Subject: We Can Access Our Magic Powers Part 1

I was nine years old and sitting alone in a theater. As the movie
progressed a man sat next to me. Within minutes I felt a hand on my thigh
and it was a warm and gentle feeling. I just sat there as the hand
sl,only moved upward toward my crotch.  Since I had recently discovered
my own sexuality, I found it enjoyable to have some stranger put his hand
on a place only I had began to manipulate.

He unzipped my pants, reached into my briefs and began softly stroking my
penis.  I didn't know why all this didn't seem strange or scary to me, I
only know it felt wonderful to have someone else touch me.  I rose
slightly from my seat as the stranger pulled down my pants and briefs. My
little nine year old cock was as stiff as a broomhandle.  He ducked down
and began to suck my dick. Oh, it was wonderful.  Then he began reaching
under my butt and put his middle finger on my virgin asshole.  He worked
it inside and, within minutes, I had my first real orgasm.  He got up
from his seat and left me with a smile on my face and the job of pulling
up my own pants.  I didn't know if anyone saw anything and I didn't care.
I had discovered real SEX!

That night stayed with me and I often found myself in darkened theaters
all through grade and high school.  There were a number of men who liked
to treat themselves to my body.  When I was a junior in high school a man
who had been rubbing my crotch asked if I would go across the street to
his apartment. I was intrigued and a little nervous, but I thought this
might be a chance for something more than quick, anonymous sex in the
dark.

When we got into his studio apartment, he made drinks for us and I had my
first taste of Rum and Coke.  Two drinks later, we were naked and sitting
on the edge of his bed. His arm was around me and he turned and kissded
me full on the lips.  Then he began to play with my breasts, as he told
me how cute I was and how he like my lack of body hair. We laid back on
the bed and his hands roamed all over me, sending meinto a new high of
arousal.  He said to turn over on my stock and then began licking me from
my ankles up to my butt.  When he reach there, he parted my cheeks and
began to tongue my asshole.  Yikes!  I came immediately.

He told me to lay there and went for some Vaseline, which he began to rub
into me. One finger----two fingers---finally, three fingers were slowly
stretching me.  Then he placed a pillow under my belly, parted my legs
further and moved into position.  The next thing I knew, his cock was
poking at my hole---and it hurt!   We laid there for a minute or two and
then he began to slowly push into me. When the head of his cock entered
me, I let out a yelp.  He waited and then began to slowly move in and out
of my body.  It took at least ten minutes for his seven inches to be
fully inside me. Oh, it was heaven.  He must have slow-fucked me for at
least a half hour before he unloaded a huge amount of cum deep inside me.
He laid his body on mine and we stayed that way until we both caught our
breath.  I hated to feel him pull out of me and I made a date to be with
him every week.  My fucking by him lasted all the way through high
school.

As I headed off for college and real freedom I began to realize I was
beyond gay.  I felt there was something lacking, something I desperately
needed.

TO BE CONTINUED