THE GROUP

Barry

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Author's note

 

To the people who read chapter one of The Group and have been waiting for a long time for me to add the promised next chapter, here it is, and I am sorry it took so long. I am a little ADD so it is hard for me to sit down and write. Just like the rest of the authors. if I do not get feedback I just have to figure that you didn't like it and I should stop. As I said, it has been a few years since I wrote the first chapter of The Group, so take a look at it, and let me know what you think.

These stories of The Group are mostly true, I know this, because I lived it. The names and placed have been changed to protect those who don't want the attention. This is not a legal thing, because many of the men in the group have passed and it was forty years ago so it is way past the time the law cares about. It now is about protecting the boys now men because I love them all.

 

This is my own personal story, so it is all true. It was a time in my life where darkness almost got me, and the Group literally save my life. There are few people outside The Group that have knowledge about what happened back then, my sister being one of them, and she didn't find out the whole story until I was in my mid-thirties. Some people tell me how I was abused by these men and I should feel saddened by what they took from me, but I don't see it that way. All I can see is what they gave me, and I am thankful for it all. Don't get me wrong, I understand those boys feeling that way after being raped, that trauma would be hard to get past, and my heart goes out to them. However, in my case, and the cases of the other boys in The Group there was no force, so there was not trauma. There was love and a feeling of community that I was not getting from outside The Group. The boys wanted to be there just as much as the men did. We all knew that the way out of The Group was just to say, "I don't want to do this anymore." We boys were as close to brothers as you could get without the blood, so we always knew when something was wrong with each other. As brothers we helped each other work through issue we were having. These issues revolved around school, family, and yes sometimes even girls. Only one boy who was fourteen wanted to quit The Group, because he found a girlfriend. We were all still friends with him, and he was still our brother, he just was not part of The Group. That lasted about three weeks before he was begging to come back.

 

Enjoy this chapter and don't forget, Nifty give us an outlet to write things that we cannot talk about in the real world, so make a donation to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and be sure to give the authors feedback on what you think after you read their stories. As for me. my childhood was very sexual, and I loved every minute of it, but you always wonder what would have happened if you would have said yes to this person or no to that one. I loved being naked in a room with clothed men and being touched and held. I wish I could do it all again. That being said, keep this kind of thing here on the pages of Nifty. My life happened forty years ago before there was an outlet like this for men to really fantasize about the things they would like to do with boys. What I am saying is read about him, dream about him, look at him, but don't put hands on him. I do hope you and your families are staying safe and heathy through these trying times. ENJOY

 

 

THE DARKNESS COMES

 

I was born the third child to an Air Force man and a schoolteacher. My sister. the oldest, was ten years older than me and was dealing with her own darkness as a teenager. My brother was three years older and we had nothing in common so didn't much like each other. He was the opposite of me, it was like he could touch a book and know everything that was in it, making school easy for him. He had lots of friend and was very athletic. There are disagreements amongst the siblings after our parents died about whether we were physically abused or not, I guess by today's standards maybe. My mom and dad were strict when it came to punishments, but we always had food in our stomachs, a roof over our heads, and clothes on our backs. Yes, we got the belt when we misbehaved, but so did all of our friends. As much as I loved my mom, she wasn't much of a mother, and although I loved her, I didn't like her until I got much older. Growing up, I hated to be around her and stayed out of the house as much as possible.

 

My dad came back from Vietnam in Nineteen Seventy and retired from the Air Force shortly after. He was big into photography and opened up a business where people could come in and develop their own pictures in any way they chose. For you younger people, we used to take pictures with this stuff called film that had to be developed and processed into actual pictures that you carried around with you. Sorry, I'm old and I know many readers have never gotten to experience what a great process it was. Anyway, I was in kindergarten at the time and got to go with my dad every day to open the store. At six years old, I was setting up the trays of developer and other chemicals in the darkroom. I was also helping people set up the paper for the enlargers, and even teaching adults the process for developing film. I was not really a happy child until my dad woke me up so I could go with him to the shop. I worked with him till noon when my mom would come drag me out kicking and scramming. She would pick me up, take me home for lunch, and then to school, man I hated her for that. Now as an adult I know that she was doing the right thing, but as a child who loved being with his father she was the devil.

 

As I grew older school became increasing tough for me because I was not good at it. My parents tried different private schools for me, but I think it made it worse because they were paying for me to fail. School is what created the biggest rift between my parents and myself, and this was also the biggest reason for the darkness that filled me. Again, as an adult I know it was depression, but I was ten and didn't know that, and unlike today, parents didn't know the signs of depression, so they did not see my suffering. Like most kids dealing with this at the time parents and teachers thought it was just laziness. It was also something no one talked about then, like it is today.

 

It started when I was about ten and a half . By this time, we were just beginning to understand about my learning disabilities. First I was left-handed, that might not mean much today, but in the seventies left-handed people were considered stupid if they could not learn to use their right hand. For the cherry on top, Bruce Jenner an Olympic gold medalist had just come on national TV to tell the world that he was dyslexic and what that meant. I was tested for it and of course I had it. You would think that would be good news, now they could teach me how to control it, but my then so many teacher's and others, had told me I was stupid, and coming back from that... In addition to that I wore glasses and was overweight, so friends and self-esteem were nonexistent. Now there were neighborhood kids we hung out with, but they were not what you would call friends. This is when I started my collection of pills from anywhere I could find them, family, or other kids parents. Not fast just a few here and a few there until I had maybe twenty in a baggie. Every night I would strip naked, go into my closet with a glass of water, and try to get myself to swallow the pills. Really folks, how bad a life does a ten-year-old have to believe he has no value and thinks killing himself is the best answer to the way he feels. This is a real question, because although we understand mental illness better today than we did then, it still goes uncheck in over five million children in the US according to Web MD. Sorry for the soap box, back to the story. I know some of you will ask why I stripped my clothes off before I went in the closet, the only answer I can give is that for as long as I can remember I have always hated clothes and took them off whenever I could. I am still that way today.

 

 

MEETING MARTIN

 

The start of my sixth-grade school year found me at a private school where my parents thought I would do better. I was depressed, suicidal, gay, and felt so alone around all those kids, that I was just going through the motions. Yes, I said gay. We didn't have the information on what being gay was back then, but I knew that boys and men gave me a feeling inside me that I could not understand, but the way people talked about boys who like other boys, I knew it was wrong. A few weeks into the school year, I was quite and stayed out of the way so not to be picked on. I would find a place to eat my sack lunch and watch all of the other kids having fun. One day I was sitting on the side of the building eating lunch when this kid named Martin came and sat down next to me. Now Martin was one of the cool kids, he has white blond hair, blue eyes, taller than me (almost everyone was), and skinny. When he sat down I started to get up when he put a hand on my arm to stop me.

 

"Where are you going?"

 

I could not believe that he talked to me, "I figured you wanted to sit here so I was going to move."

 

"Don't be crazy, I came to sit with you."

 

I looked at him and got so mad, "Why, so you can go back to the other kids and make fun of me. I don't care, tell them anything you want just leave me out of it."

 

I had just started to move away when he jumped up fast, of course this made me kinda cower a bit. You see, I had a big mouth without the balls to back it up. When he saw me put my arm up to protect myself, he backed up. "Whoa Barry, I am not going to hit you man, and I am not going to make fun of you either, I am not that kind of guy. I came over to you because out of all the kids at this school, you looked like the guy in most need of a friend. Now, let's start over, my name is Martin, and if you will let me, I would like to be your friend." I know, corny right, yea but that is really who he was and what he said.

 

I was still not sure about this, but I sat down with him and we watched the other kids play while we ate our lunch. We didn't say anything until the bell rang and we got up to go in he said, "I know you don't trust me, and that's ok, but I hope tomorrow we can talk a little while we eat." You may be trying to call bullshit on this, and I didn't really start trusting him right up until I met his mom. Then I knew he was on the level. She was kind of like the Brady's mom on TV except with a looser vocabulary if you know what I mean. She met my mom and we started hanging out at each other's houses. There was never any question about who was in charge, I followed Martin around like a puppy. It was months later when our relationship took a turn. Now you may think the he only picked me as a friend because he was planning on this new relationship, but I am not sure he was that smart. If anything, he picked me because he was an Alpha, and there can never be two Alpha's, and was no threat to that.

 

Martin lived in a Townhouse that backed up to the swimming pool. His mom worked across town, so we were on our own a lot. I think my mom was happy to have me out of the house and excited that I had a friend. One day many months after we met, we were swimming and when we come back into the house, Martin said, "Let's go take a shower."

 

I was shocked, "You mean together." It's not like I didn't want to see him naked, and up to this point we hadn't.

 

"Sure, are you shy?" He goaded me smiling and winking. We went to the upstairs shower and he dropped his suit and I go the first look at another boys dick. He started laughing and said, "You can stare at it later, take off your suit. I must have blushed but dropped my suit and got in the shower with another boy. He gave me a bar of soap and told me to wash him, before I knew what I was doing, I did. I didn't have a washcloth, so I just used my hands. My little dick was hard as a rock. I washed his face, neck, arms, chest, and stomach then looked into his eyes and to see him smiling. "You are going to need to get on your knees to finish." He put his hand on my shoulder pushing down slightly and I dropped to my knees before him, where I washed his feet and legs. Now I was looking right at this beautiful cock that was about four and a half inches. This made his cock about one and a half inches longer than mine and thicker. "Go Barry, finish washing me." I soaped my hands and started washing him, he told me how he like it done, and how I was doing a good job. After a bit he told me to stop, turned and rinsed off. He turned back around, and his hard dick was right in my face. He looked down and me, "Did you like washing me?" I couldn't speak so I just nodded. He said, "I am glad, because I liked it to. Why don't you lean forward and kiss it?" I thought that he was joking until he put his hand on the back of head and pulled it toward is dick. His dick touched my lips and I kissed it. "Open your mouth so you can taste it." I was shocked that he would suggest such a thing, even though I for some reason was wondering what it would taste like since I dropped to my knees. I opened my mouth and he put it in. It tasted like soap but is was the way it felt on my tongue, and in my mouth that really did it for me. He told me to suck on it like a lollipop, and I did. He kept telling me how good a job I was doing, but something was happening to me. My body was feeling all tingly, I started seeing stars, my whole body got stiff and I fell backwards. Martin looked at me giggling.

 

When I recovered enough I said, "I am not doing that again, it did something to me."

 

He was full on laughing now. "You just had an orgasm goofball. I didn't know you could get one from sucking a dick."

 

"What's an orgasm?

 

"It is something in your body that happens when you get sexual excited. I think you should get used to it. If you like sucking dick, you can have a lot of those. Not to mention the reward you get if you work hard and do a good job with an older guy." I had no idea of what he was talking about.

 

"How do you know so much about this stuff?"

 

"Visited my Aunt in California and my cousin taught me. We sucked each other every night. I couldn't cum yet, but he came lots. I didn't like sucking or swallowing his cum, but I had to if I wanted him to do it to me. I never got the feeling you did, but that is cool. Get back on your knees and finish what you started." I looked at his hard dick and took it right back in my mouth until he had the feeling and shook like just like I did, but he didn't fall.

 

The next time I came over he explained the way that things were going to be from then on. "Barry, I talked to my cousin about what happened with you orgasming from a giving a blow job." I was so embarrassed that he talked to someone about what happened. "He told me that boys like you are called bottoms. He said that bottoms need strict rules so that it is easier to please your man. So, from now on, if you want to suck me you will have to follow my rules are you ok with that?"

 

I felt my heart break thinking that in the end he just set me up to make fun of me. With tears in my eyes I asked, "I thought we were friends. I don't understand why you would tell people about what we did. Who else are you going to tell?"

 

He sat down next to me and looked a little angry, "What the fuck? How can you think that? I thought what we shared was special, but things happened that I was not sure we should do anything anymore." He calmed down grabbed a tissue and said, "I told my cousin, because I didn't know what to do. He is the only one I told, and it's not like you will ever meet. So, you have to decide, we can be just friends, or we can be more. Just remember, more comes with strict rules."

 

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face and think. When I was done I walked back out and said, "I want more, what are the rules, I will follow them."

 

"Cool, the rules are not that bad really. So, the first rule is that when we are here and my mom is not, you must be naked. My cousin said that once you got used to it, you will actually find it more comfortable." On the outside I kept a serious look, while inside I was jumping for joy, I hate wearing clothes, so this was like winning the lottery (if there was a lottery back then). "Go up to my room and strip and come back down. That way if someone comes you can dash up the stairs and dress real quick." This sounded smart to me, so I went up to his room and came back down a few minutes later to find him with no pants on. He had me get on my knees between his legs and take him into my mouth. "Rule number two. When we are just sitting around, you need to be between my legs with my dick in your mouth or your hand at all time." I was eleven years old and little did I know I was being turned into quite the cocksucker. This is the way our relationship worked for rest of the school year and into the summer.

 

All through the summer we were together except for the times that one of our families decided we had other things to do, or I was working. I was eleven now and my father decided that I need a job mowing lawns. He bought me a small lawnmower and I went out around the neighborhood looking for customers. My dad decided I could mow ten lawns a week with no issues. By this time, my dad and I were always at odds. It started with school and went on to everything else. I felt like I couldn't do anything right. He had sold the photo shop years earlier and went to work civil service on the Air Force base. He hated it, but he went every day because he had a family to support. My dad didn't drink or physically abuse his family, he was just not a person you wanted to be around.

 

When Martin and I got together beside the sex, we would go dumpster diving. Back then if a kid wanted to go to the movies or the arcade, we would collect cans and newspapers for recycling. We would go to all the apartment and condo complexes, jump in the dumpster, and pass out to the other what we found. Now, based on the relationship Martin and I were in, who do you think climbed into the dumpster? Good guess, yes, it was me. We would store our collection in Martins garage and once a week on his moms day off we would load it all up and take it over. With the money we got, we grabbed our bikes and went to the movies. Things really changed for me when, this one time I was diving into a dumpster at this apartment complex and came up with a box of magazines. We were excited because the weight would bring in a pretty penny. When we got home and was unloading the wagon, the box of magazines slipped out of our hands and the magazines went flying all over the floor, a believe me we were shocked at what we saw. Mixed in with auto, motorcycle, and other regular mags were porn mags. Now today that would not be much of a big deal but back then it was. Porn was hard for kids to get their hands on. Some kids found their dads or brothers playboys, but that was it. As close as I had ever come to porn was the underwear section of the Sears and Roebuck catalog. So here is the thing, these were not Playboy or Penthouse, they were XXX rated male only mags. I got my first real look and naked men. They were jacking off, kissing, and sucking each other. I wanted to look at them, but Martin buried them back in the box and said that they were going to recycle and that was the end of that. By this time, I was pretty comfortable doing what Martin said, so we finished up and went inside. We went to Martins room to strip and shower. I washed him completely and his new thing was pissing on me. He never made me drink it, except for he had started having me lick and suck it right after he pissed giving me a few drops in my mouth. It was gross I guess, but there was not enough to make a big deal out of, and he only peed on me in the shower so that I could wash it off right away. Then we went back into his room where I would suck his dick, lick his balls, and also his butt. That really got him hot, so I liked doing it. Later we ate dinner with his mom and then I left to ride my bike home. However, I made a detour into the garage and took four of the magazines. It was the first time since we started that I disobeyed Martin.

 

I got home, went right to my room, and hid the mags, then went and took a shower, watched TV with the family for an hour, and said good night. I read a book I was working on and when I knew no one was going to check on me, I stripped my clothes off and went into my closet. In case you are wondering, I still had the pills in my hiding place, but I didn't think about killing myself as much now. I opened the mags and could not believe my eyes the dicks were so big, and the balls hung down low. I pictured myself sucking on one and licking those big balls. I turned the pages and saw men sucking each other's dicks. There were pictures if men shooting white stuff out of their dick, I figured that was what Martin's cousin must have made him swallow. I wondered what is tasted like and knew I wanted some. Then I turned the page and saw a man put his dick into another man's butt. I was sure glad Martin didn't know about that. It was at that moment I knew I wanted a man's dick more than Martins.

 

 

FINDING A MAN

 

I couldn't think of anything but men's dicks. Every man that passed me I wondered what his dick looked like or tasted like. What would the white stuff taste like? This is what I was thinking the day my dream came true. I was on my third and final lawn for the day. All I wanted was a cold shower and sleep. I got to Mr. Clarks house and as usual I started on the front yard, then moved onto the back. I try real hard to mind my own business and not look into people's houses, but sometimes you think you see something out of the corner of your eye and can't help but look. However, when you look again there is nothing there. I knew Mr. Clark worked from home, because he is always there to pay me when I am done. Where his dining room was he turned into to an office with glass door coming into the yard that didn't seem to have any drapes or anything. I go back and forth so there is no way not to see it. I was just turning the mower when I saw him walk in and then out of the office naked. As I continued to cut the lawn I kept wondering if he wanted me to see him or if it was just me wanting to be with a man that was making me overreact. I had to know, so I finished mowing his yard and knocked on the back door. He opened the door wearing a bathrobe tied in the front. "Hi Barry, are you all done with the lawn today?"

 

"Yes Sir, I was wondering if I could get a class of ice water, it is supper hot today." I was stressing waiting for his answer. He must know that I always drink out of the hose and on hot days like this, run it over my head to cool off. I have collected from him enough for him to see me with a soaking wet head.

 

He smiled and said, "Sure buddy, but take off your shoes and socks first, I don't what grass all over my house." I took off my shoes and socks so fast I thought I would leave scorch marks on my legs. I followed him into his kitchen and sat on the stool at the kitchen counter. Mr. Clark was almost six feet tall, about one eighty, with black hair, green eyes, not fat, but not skinny either and he was clean shaven. He gave me my water and sat on the stool next to me. We were facing each other and just talking about school, family, and friends. As we talked his robe opened more and more. I drank more water because my mouth was so dry, then it happened, his robe fell open. I guess I must have been looking at it longer then I thought, because he laughed and said, "You like that buddy?" I looked up at him turning red not knowing what to say. "It's ok Barry, relax. Do you like the way it looks?" I nodded, still not able to make any words come out. "It's ok, come here." I got up and stepped over to him. He reached out and took my hand and wrapped it around his dick. It felt warm, and I couldn't close my hand around it. "Have you ever held a man's cock Barry?" I shook my head no. "But you want to don't you?" I nodded yes, maybe faster than I should have. He smiled and asked, "Have you ever played with another boys cock?" I nodded my head yes and he put his finger under my chin and made me look up at him. "Tell me about it.'

 

I hardly thought about it for a few seconds while still holding his dick, but he called it a cock. Then I just started telling him about the first time in the shower, to licking his butt, to getting peed on, to finding the dirty mags. As I was talking he was taking off my clothes. I am concentrating so hard on not leaving anything out, I just lifted my arms as he took off my shirt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled them and my underwear down at the same time. I used his shoulder to steady myself as I stepped out of them. I never questioned him or stopped telling him my story as he stripped me, touched my body, and walked me over to the couch. He sat down and with me still standing right in front of him between his legs. When I finished talking was the first time I fully realized that I was naked, alone in a house with a naked man. "It looks like Martin helped you discover who you are and what you need." With that said, he put his hand on my shoulder and put slight pressure downward. I had been with Martin long enough to know what that meant. I dropped to my knees and looked at this huge dick. It was what and adult would call average I guess, but to an eleven almost twelve-year-old it was huge. He was about six inches long and looked to be as big around as my wrist. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer, "Ok Barry, show me what you know." I didn't need to be told twice, I pulled his balls up and started by licking the space between his balls and butt hole. It was weird because I had never done this with someone who had hair down there. Martin has some above his dick, but that's it. Once I licked there I heard him moaning, I started giving him a ball bath as Martin called it. I kept having to stop and pull hair out of my mouth, then right back at it. I started licking up the side of his dick, all the way to the head. There was a lot of fluid coming out of the pee hole, and I looked up at him. "Keep going Barry, that is pre-cum, just lick it all up and keep going." So, following is orders, I did. I licked up all of the pre-cum off the head and started licking him again from base to tip. I was in heaven, the taste, the smell, and the feel of his dick on my tongue. I opened my mouth to suck on it when he stopped me and made me look at him. "Ok Barry, this is an important step you are about to take. If you are unsure about any of this, you can get dressed and leave, I won't be mad. If you decided to continue, there are rules to it. Are you sure you want to continue?"

 

"Yes Sir, very much please."

 

"Ok then, rule number one. You must cover your teeth with your lips. A boys tooth on a man's cock hurts very badly and I will be upset if that happens. Rule number two, when you suck on a man's cock long enough, he will cum. When that happened, you are required to swallow every drop. Not swallowing is very disrespectful and will make me terribly upset. Now, are you sure you want to continue?" I didn't answer him, I just covered my teeth and took as much of his cock as he called it into my mouth. I could only get a little more than the head in my mouth, but I was loving it. I swirled my tongue all around the head and over the piss slit swallowing down even more pre-cum. After a few minutes, my jaw was hurting, but I was determined not to stop. A few more minutes and I could tell that I was doing a good job. He was moaning and I could feel his balls start to pull up. He held the sides of my head and said, "I am about to cum, when I say so just start swallowing and don't stop till I tell you to." He stared breathing heavy and said, "Now boy." I started swallowing at the same time the first shot hit the back of my throat. I wanted to cough, but I held back and just kept swallowing as fast as I could, determined not to lose any. I felt four shots and swallowed everything. Then he said, "Stop swallowing and hold it in your mouth." I did and felt two more shots filling my mouth. He held me in place for about thirty seconds with me looking up at him. Once he recovered a bit he stood up with his cock still in my mouth, then eased his cock out. "You did a good Barry, I am impressed. Now I want to swirl that cum around in your mouth like it was mouth wash." I did as I was told, the taste was salty, but I loved it. "Open your mouth and show me that you did as I said and not swallowed." I opened my mouth to show him that it was still there, "Very good Barry, I am proud of you. You may swallow now." I did with a smile on my face. He sat back down and said, "Come on back over and clean me up, no hands." I went back to his crotch and with my hands behind my head, started with his balls and licked him clean, then moved to his cock until he told me to stop. As I was licking him clean he told me, "I know you don't know this I will tell you now, when you are with a man you must always clean his cock after he cums no matter what activity you were doing at the time. You are the boy and that is your duty to your man."

 

He stood up and put his robe on. He looked down at me, "Barry, I am impressed. It is obvious that you like cock and are willing to work for it. You still need a lot of training, and you I hope you find a man who will give you the training you need. Your friend is not what you need."

 

I was very confused, "Sir can't you train me? I would work real hard to learn and do whatever you tell me to."

 

"I don't doubt that buddy, but there are two kinds of men when it comes to this kind of training. The first is one who hugs and asks the boy to do things and accepts it when the boy fails to do what he is told. The second is a man who takes total control, doesn't ask you to do something, he tells you to do it and expects it done. I am the second, and it won't be easy during training at all. However, I can promise you that when you turn twelve we will have a day that you never forget. I want you to get dressed and go home, think about it tonight, if you decide you want what I have to offer, you come back in the morning, come to the back door and be ready to get to work." I dressed, he gave me the money he owed me for mowing the lawn and I left.

 

 

FINDING THE LIGHT

 

If this weren't enough to think about, at dinner my parents dropped the bomb that when school starts in a month, I would be going to the local Jr High instead of the private school I went to last year. I was upset saying that I would not see Martin anymore. They told me that Martin was being informed of the same thing by his mom. He would be going to a school close to his house. I wanted to fight it and get mad, but I was afraid that I would get grounded and not be able to go to Mr. Clarks house tomorrow. Needless to say, I didn't sleep at all that night. At first I was wondering if he missed that fact that I was short and overweight. Then I realized how stupid that was, I was naked, I was not hiding anything. Morning finally came and I got dressed and grabbed some Apple Jacks for breakfast. My brother was the only one home and he was still asleep. I took a deep breath and headed over; I changed my mind twenty times on the way over the two blocks to Mr. Clarks house.

 

I was a little nervous about what I was about to do, I mean, I already sucked is dick and swallowed him. So maybe I was not as nervous as I was excited. I went to the back door like I was told and knocked. A few seconds later Mr. Clark opened the door and looked down at me smiling, "I am glad you decided to submit to your training. First thing you will need to do is strip down. You will never have a need of clothes in this house." Well, Martin had the same rule, and I liked being naked, but I was outside, what if someone saw. He must have seen what I was worried about, because before I could say anything, "Don't worry about it, no one can see into this yard." I looked around, and with the big wood fence, and that all the houses were ranch style, so no window looking in. I stripped my clothes and presented myself to my fate. "Good boy now come on in and let's get started. I followed him in and over to the couch he sat in the day before. He sat down and pointed to the spot between his legs. I knelt between his legs, but I was a little confused. He was fully dress, so how was I going to suck him? "Barry, you are taking a huge step in how you deal with sex. However, the relationship you and I will have will not only be sexual, I will also teach you obedience, and respect. You will treat me as your Master during training, but we will also just sit together, watch TV, and play games. The training won't be easy, I will humiliate you, and punish you if I feel it is necessary. Rules are simple, do what you are told, when told to do it. You will address me and another man you come across as Sir, you will not wear any clothes in this house period. During this training you must accept that while you are with me, you belong to me, and I will do to what I believe is necessary to complete your training. You turn twelve in three weeks, and you must be fully trained by that time. While you are in my house, I hold all the power, however, that back door is where you hold the power. If you decide that this is not what you want and wish you stop, just don't come through that door. Barry, I will never go looking for you if you chose to stop. I will pretend nothing ever happened, and you can go back to your normal life. However, once you cross that threshold you belong to me until I tell you we are finished. I need to make sure you understand the rules, and that you understand that if you quit, you can never come back here. Now is the time to ask questions, ask anything you want, I will listen and answer them all honestly."

 

"I am not sure what questions to ask. I am nervous about the training, but I am also excited and can't wait to start."

 

"Then let's get started." He pointed to a square piece of tile surrounded by carpet next to the back door. "Go stand on that tile." I did and he went on, "Now you see that collar and leash hanging on the wall?" I saw the blue collar and leash, which I thought was wired since I didn't think he had a dog. "Put it on." I could not believe what he said, but I also knew the rules, so I took it off the hook and put the collar around my neck. When I turned back to look at him he was back sitting on the couch. He pointed to the spot in front of him, and I went back to him and got on my knees between his legs. He stuck a few fingers between my neck and the collar and adjusted it a little tighter. "Any questions now?"

 

I looked him in the eyes and asked, "Why do I have to wear a collar, I'm not a dog."

 

"No Barry you are not a dog. A collar serves two purposes, the first is to identify a pet in case it gets out, it helps to get it home. However, it also serves as a training aid, reminding the wearer the they are not in charge. Your collar, however, has a third purpose though. Your collar has a leash attached; this is where you still have power. When you arrive here, strip down and make the decision to cross that threshold, you will put this collar on and crawl to me and ask me to allow you to serve me, at that time you will offer me your leash as a sign that you are ready to surrender yourself to me until I allow you to leave. Now if for some reason you can't stay, you can explain that to me before giving me the leash so that I can release you with no repercussions. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes Sir." I offered him the leash, "Will you allow me to serve you Sir?" He took the leash from me and for the next few hours, he walked me back and forth around the house well he walked, I crawled. When he thought I was doing well enough he sat down on the couch with me between his legs. He asked me about myself growing up. For some reason, this man who was making me crawl around while wearing a collar with him holding the leash made me feel... safe. I told him everything from my time working with my dad, to becoming friend with Martin. Before I could stop myself, I even told him about the pills.

 

"I understand why you felt you needed end your life. I don't condone it, and am glad you failed to follow through, but I understand the feelings. Sometimes boys have a need that they can't fully grasp at a young age. This need can be anything from physical abuse, shame, or like you the feeling of always failing, whether you were or not. With you it was knowing that you needed something that you could not identify. This was hard enough but combined with the school issue and self-esteem problems, you could not see how special you really are. Your friend helped you identify what was causing our inner turmoil. He taught you that you are a bottom, but not just a boy who likes to service guys sexually, no, you are a submissive bottom. You need to be controlled and your buddy did a go job, but you need a man, not a boy. You see that right?"

 

I thought about for a little bit, "Yes Sir, I see that. Since Martin and I started the sex thing, I have not wanted to take the pills, I have not really even thought about it,"

 

"Finding your place in the world is a big deal. Most boys are not as lucky as you, to have found this about yourself in time to save your life." He stood up and stripped his clothes, I was getting so excited. He sat down and made me lick his feet, suck his toes, and lick his butt before he would let me suck his cock. I thought the foot thing would gross me out, but it didn't. I was licking and sucking like my life depended on it. By the time he finally filled my mouth with his seed my mouth and tongue hurt like hell, but for me it was just like my birthday and I had just received the best gift ever. He took me to his bathroom and had me step in the shower. Over the next fifteen minutes, he washed me and shave off every hair that was not on my head. He said, "You are a beautiful boy, and your beauty should not be covered with nasty body hair. Body hair in for men and since you are a boy, I expect you to be clean shaven at all times." I was a little sad, because I was happy when those few hairs grew above my dick and now they are gone. Once we were done with that, he told me, "I expect you here at the same time tomorrow. Strip, and just come in and put your collar on. I also want you to bring the porn mags as well as those pills, clear?" "Yes Sir, thank you for today, I hope I did ok." He told me I did great, then closed the door.

 

 

 

JOINING THE GROUP

 

 

I hated to surrender my porn, but I did bring the mags and the pills the next day. I went back every day, sometimes I could on stay for a short time because I had something else that I had to get done, like mowing, family time, and Martin. School started and getting together with Martin was harder. My training progressed with Mr. Clark. The focus was mostly on teaching me how to take his cock deeper into my mouth and throat. He taught me different ways to present myself to best show a man my body. We would go to the basement where he had like a little stage set up. He had a bathroom down there with the biggest shower I had ever seen in a home. He would take me in there and put me face down on the table where he would give me what he called a cunt flush. I never really liked them, but I got one every day. He called my butt hole a cunt and said that is how I should refer to it. He worked a lot with my cunt the last month, including teaching me how position myself for mounting. He had these little rubber dick shaped things that had this gap between the dick and the base. After my cunt wash I would get in mounting position and he would insert it in me and when my cunt got passed the dick part it would close and hold it in me. It always hurt going in, but once it was in I loved it and always felt empty when he took it out. About the second week he started pissing on me in the shower, but l made me keep my mouth open and swallow as much as possible. I can't even count the number of times that happed in the next two weeks. I never liked it, but I got used to it.

 

The end of the third week was my birthday weekend. I celebrated it with my family on Saturday, but on Sunday was the big day. Sir was going to take my cunt cherry; I was so nervous. I went to the back yard, stripped, went inside, and reached for my collar, but is wasn't there. Sir came around the corner right then, "No more collar for you buddy. Your training is done and once I pop that pesky cherry today, your life will change forever. Let's go the basement for his big event." I didn't think much about what he was saying to me, I was so nervous about him putting his cock in me. I headed for the basement with Sir following me. When I got to the bottom of the steps he turned me into the bathroom and gave me three cunt washes, Once I was done and he made sure I didn't have any stray hairs, we headed into the main room, where I got the surprise of my life. The rooms was decorated with balloons, streamers, and a table full of food. If all that was not surprise enough, standing against the wall were five fully dress men, and in front of them were five completely naked boys. I started to back up and ran into Sir who what right behind me.

 

Then as if on que they all stared singing happy birthday. I looked at Sir and whispered , "What's going on Sir, I thought you were going to take my cherry today?."

 

He whispered back. "I am sweetheart, right up there on that stage." Then he spoke louder for everyone to hear. "Barry, you have worked hard to get to this day. You have proven yourself to obedient and that you are ready to take this next step on your journey. This day is not just about you accepting a man into your cunt, it's about becoming part of our community. Once your cherry is popped, all those boys over there and more will become your brothers because you will be part of The Group."

 

I finally turned and took a good look at the boys feeling very humiliated. They all looked so happy. There were two boys that were kind of cute, but they could not have been more than ten years old. The shock came when I saw the next two. They were twelve for sure. You ask me how I could be so sure; well I will tell you. I know this because Ryan and Mark were both in my class at school and were best friends. I would think that they would be more surprised to see me, but they were just smiling at me and enjoying my surprise. The last boy I didn't know, but he was very handsome and built. I guessed he was fourteen. I was shocked, because he had no body hair, and had this short plastic tube thing on his dick and what looked like another piece of plastic coming out of it and going around his balls. Sir told me to mingle a bit, so I went up to Ryan and Mark. I was not sure what to say so I was glad when Ryan spoke first.

 

"Welcome to The Group Barry. We were told that the new boy was going to be from our school, but we didn't know who. I am glad you get to join us. Is Mr. Clark in your family?"

 

"No, I mow his lawn and we just kind of got together."

 

Mark add, "Wow that's big, there are only like five or six guys in The Group that aren't related to the man they are with. Tony used to be with Mr. Clark, but his family moved."

 

"Wait a minute, you mean you are related to your men?" I ask really surprised.

 

"Yea, that my dad right there." Replied Mark pointing.

 

"And that's my dad over there," Said Ryan. "Over there is Mike, he's ten, and over there is his uncle. Then you have Toby over there and he is nine, and that's his daddy there. Last but not least is Owen, he is fifteen, and that's his grandpa over there."

 

I was not sure that I should ask, but I could not help it. "Owen is fifteen, but he doesn't have any body hair, and what's that thing on his dick.

 

"I noticed the same about you, not even leg or arm hair." Mark said.

 

"I lost that on the second day of training. Sir said body hair is for men and I was a boy." I said with a little embarrassment on my face.

 

Ryan said, "Don't be embarrassed, none of the boys in The Group are allowed to have body hair. I see other boys in gym class with hair all over their bodies, I think looks gross. Oh, and you asked about Owens cage, all the boys in the community over thirteen have to wear them, it keeps them from playing with themselves. My dad told me if he caught me playing with mine one more time, I would have to start wearing one." He said with a giggle. This caught me totally by surprise.

 

Authors Note

In the seventies, religions held power. The parents i.e. the men, told the school that their church was trying something new to keep the boys from playing with themselves and having sex. The schools didn't interfere since the boys were not complaining to them. I was a crazy time when most people minded their own business. Other boys made the mistake of telling their parents about it, and in my Jr. High, there were five boys that I knew about wearing them and they were not even a part of The Group.

 

Sir asked, "Can everyone please take a seat, and Barry, can you please come up on stage with me?" All the men sat down, and the boys sat on their laps. "Everyone, I am so excited to introduce Barry to The Group. I was fortunate enough to be chosen by him to be his man. He has had three rough weeks of humiliation and obedience training that he had to go through to prove himself before this day could happen. He is a wonderful boy and absolutely loves cock." I felt so embarrassed I just wanted to crawl into a hole. "Yesterday Barry turned twelve and today he will be mounted for the first time, and I am so excited and privileged to be the man who gets to do it. Barry come over here on the mat and get yourself into mounting position." I could barely move my legs were shaking so much, but I got on the mat in the same position I was in whenever he put the cunt plugs in me. This was on my knees, with my butt in the air, face and shoulders on the mat, and my hands and arms stretching as far as I could get to the other side of the mat. I felt him put the lube on my cunt and insert his finger. I turned my head way from the audience so I could try and hide my shame and humiliation. I wanted to say stop, I changed my mind, but I worked too hard to be his boy to quit now. He pulled his finger out, put more lube on it and then did it again and again. I was starting to get that tingly feeling when he started adding more fingers.

 

Just then I felt someone take hold of my hand and whisper in my ear, "Barry turn your head and face everyone. They are all here to be with you are your special day. This is going to hurt when he enters you, you can cry, scream, an even beg him to stop. He won't stop because this is what you have worked for. We all go through this, so If you want me to, I can stay here with you and hold your hands while it happens. No one will think less of you. Owen held my hands when I went through it."

 

I looked at his face to and saw caring and sincerity in his eyes. I turned my head to face everyone. "Yes please"

 

"Ok, buddy its time, are you ready?" Sir asked

 

"Yes, Sir I am ready." All of a sudden everyone was clapping. I felt Sir move between my legs, then I felt his cock head kiss my cunt. I then felt the push of his cock head in my cunt. I jumped because it was a little uncomfortable, but I couldn't move because Sir was holding my waist and Ryan was holding my hand while leaning on my back to keep me in position. Then Sir pushed more in and that when I screamed. As Sir pushed more and more of his cock in me. I started begging him to stop, but he just pushed more into me."

 

Ryan was whispering in my ear, "Damn Barry you almost have it all, you are doing great man."

 

I felt his balls hit mine and his pubic hair rubbing against my butt. Sir leaned forward and by my ear, he said, "You did it baby, you have all of my cock filling up your cunt. Just relax and concentrate on how much pleasure your cunt is giving me." With that he pulled out a little and pushed back in. He did it that way for a while then started speeding up, and the strokes got longer. He was groaning and kept saying how close he was. After a few minutes it started to feel better, it still hurt, but now it was just a dull ach. He started going faster and I knew he was about to cum. I guess if it didn't still hurt then I would have felt him swell up a little more before he came. I felt a warmth inside me, so I knew he came, and I was happy this was finally over. Everyone started clapping again as Sir pulled out of me. "My boy is no longer a virgin." He said as he picked me up to stand. Barry is now a member of our community." Again, everyone clapped. Sir sat down in a chair and had me kneel between his legs. "Ok, buddy get me cleaned up and you can go eat something." I knew what he was asking, I was required to lick and suck on the butt plugs when we were finished with them, so I leaned forward and just started licking and sucking until he was satisfied.

 

For the next hour we talked, and I got to know Owen, Mike, and Toby. They all loved The Group and couldn't wait for me to meet the others. I asked Owen about the dick cage, "At first it was really embarrassing because I am big into school sports. I took some crap at first, until they saw all the girls around me. Turns out girls don't like to be pressured into feeling a guy's cock or putting it in their mouths. They like me because they can have fun with me knowing I am not looking to get into their pants, even their parent's like me. This girl Suzy invited me over for dinner and her little brother who is your age asked me about it at dinner. His mom was pissed that he brought it up. I told her it was ok, and I told him the story we all know, how our religion does not approve of pre-marital sex or the spilling of our seed. That seemed to answer their questions and I thought it was over until his dad asked me to step into his office. I went in with him and Austin, Suzy's brother. He closed the door and asked if he could see it, telling me that if I didn't want to it was ok. I am not shy, so I dropped my pants. They both examined it by touch and feel. Austin said there was no way he would ever wear one. I pulled up my pants and the dad asked if I knew where he could find one to fit Austin, that the boys spill way too much seed. I gave him my Grandpas number which really pissed off Austen." He said with a chuckle. "Suzy told me that Austin is now wearing one."

 

After the food and the cake, Sir said, "Ok everyone, men pick your boy and go to town." I was heading for Sir when Mike grabbed his hand and walked him over the couch and got on his knees between Sirs legs and started licking his balls.

 

I was not sure what to do until I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Ryan's dad standing there. "Hey boy, how are you doing?"

 

"I am ok Sir; I am just not sure what to do now." I said.

 

"When the host says, "Go to town" that is when everyone picks a partner and the boys services the man he is with." I looked around and saw Mike with Sir, Ryan was in mounting position with Owens Grandpa in his cunt, Toby was sucking Mikes uncle, Owen was being mounted by Marks dad, and Mark was being mounted by Mikes dad. "That leaves you with me, so let's get you in mounting position for me." I looked at him and as much as I was trying not to I could feel my eyes start to water. Ryan's dad got down on his knees with his hand on my shoulder, "I know it hurt when he took your cherry, and I am not going to tell you that what we are about to do will hurt any less, but look at Ryan, Mark, and Owen, they all love a cock in their cunts." I looked at the three and they were all looking like they were enjoying it. "I think this time will hurt less, because you are already opened up, let's get you in position." I got into position and watched him grease up his cock. It was a little longer then Sirs, maybe seven inches or so, but not as think. He got between my legs and entered me. It still hurt, but I was able to keep it to a grunt/whine instead of scream. Once he was balls deep, he stopped moving and asked if I was ok. I told him I was, and he said, "I am just going to stop for a moment and let you get used to me being inside you. Once you have relaxed a little, we can get started. I promise that once you learn to relax your cunt, you will hate not having a cock in you."

 

I couldn't picture that happening, but after a few minutes it became just a dull ach. I guess he felt me relax but still didn't move. "Ok, Sir I think I am ready."

 

"Ok buddy, we are going to go slow to start, you let me know when you want me to speed up."

 

With that he started pulling out just a little and pushing it back in. He kept this up for a few minutes and I got the tingles so fierce. "Ok Sir, it is feeling good now, you can go faster if you want." As soon as he started pulling it further out and then putting it back in and going faster and faster. It felt like my insides were turning to mush, but my dick got painfully hard and after a few minutes I felt my orgasm building, I heard Ryan scream that he was Cuming, a few seconds later it was Owen, and then Mark. Then it was my turn, "I'm Cuming Sir." I screamed.

 

At the same time, I was announcing my cum, Ryan's dad whispered in my ear, "Oh buddy, I am with you we are going to do this together." I am sure that I would have felt his cum if I were not on another planet. My body stiffened up, my toes curled, lights flashed in my eyes, and then it all went black.

 

I woke to everyone looking at me and smiling. Sir said, "You ok buddy?" I nodded yes. "I thought I was going to have find a new boy, we thought he fucked you to death." Everyone started laughing except me, I was crying. Sir picked me up in his arms and took me over the couch where he sat with me on his lap. "Buddy, why the tears, its ok, you're ok."

 

Still crying, I am sorry Sir, I don't know what happened. Please don't be mad at me, don't find a new boy, I will do better next time."

 

"Barry, you didn't do anything wrong. You just had your first mind blowing anal induced orgasm. You are a special boy, I told you that you are going to get so much pleasure out of your cunt. I honestly don't think this will be your last cunt induced black out," Sir said with a smile.

 

I looked over to see Ryan's dad sitting in a chair with Toby cleaning he cock. "But Sir, I didn't clean up my mess or his cock."

 

Ryan said, "Its ok Barry, Mike cleaned up your mess and Toby took care of my dad's cock. They both jump on them before we even got you completely moved." He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You are not the first boy my dad a made pass out from a mounting. I have been getting mounted by him for a while now and I still pass out sometimes."

 

"Are ok now buddy?" Sir asked. I told him I was, "Do you think you can go over and spend a little time with Mikes uncle?"

 

I looked over to him and saw him smiling and using his finger to call me over. I walk on shaky legs, not sure how I was going to handle another mounting. I took his hand and he said, "No boy, I am not going to mount you, but I would really like to have my balls licked and my cock sucked. Would that be ok?"

 

I dropped to my knees between his legs, "Oh yes Sir, I would love to service your cock." I lifted his balls and started licking the space between his balls and butt, then licked and sucked his balls, then gave him the best blow job I could. He came after about ten minutes and I swallowed it all.

 

The other boys finished up with their men and then the men sat at the bar talking while we boys cleaned up and wrapped up all the leftover food making sure that the containers went home with the family that brought it. Everyone got dressed except for me, Sir, Mike, and his Uncle. Ryan came over to say goodbye to me, I thought he was going to shake my hand or give me a hug. Instead he leaned in and kissed me right on the lips. I was shocked at that when Ryan said, "We will practice, and you will get better." He said as he backed up.

 

His dad was next, and he also leaned in to kiss me. Now I was prepared for him, because Sir spent a lot of time teaching me how a man should be kissed by a boy. His lips met mine and I felt his tongue touch my lips, so I opened my mouth and accepted it. When he pulled off he said, it was great meeting you Barry, I will see you soon. The rest of the goodbyes went the same way.

 

Sir called me over to him and asked, "How you doing with all of this? It's been big day for you, tell us what you are thinking."

 

"I am tired, and my cunt hurts a lot, but I loved the party and I kind of liked the kissing at the end."

 

"I am so happy to hear that. Now come with me, I want you to do something with me." Sir took a key from behind the bar and unlocked a door to a room that I had never been in before. We all went into the room and it had been set up as a photo studio. I got a little excited, because I knew how to use the camera and stuff in this room. "Barry, I know you know how to do stuff behind the behind the camera, but today you will be in front of the camera. You and Mike will be doing a photo shoot. Are you ok with that?"

 

"Sure, Sir I would like that, what do you want me to do?"

 

Mike was jumping for joy, "I told you uncle, Barry will be my friend and we will do pictures together."

 

Mikes uncle got him calmed down as Sir continued, "Before we start, you need to know that this is not part of group and nothing that is said or done in this room will never be discussed, is that clear?"

 

"Oh yes Sir, I would never tell anyone." He took a bunch of pictures of me in all different poses including taking pictures of my cunt. Then we moved on to pictures with me and Mike holding hands, hugging, kissing, sucking each other's dick, and licking each other's cunts. This was heaven for a boy who hated clothes and even though I didn't think my body was worth looking at, the others did. Of course, I was too naive to think about those pictures getting out. I took pictures with other boys and a few men, only a few of whom where a part of The Group.

 

Mark, Ryan, and I spent a lot of time together. At school, we ate lunch together and they made themselves known to my parents making it easier to be away from my house some nights and weekends. When I would spend the night at Mark's or Ryan's house I would be visited by their dads and night for relief. Ryan's mom had died so it was just him and his dad. Mark's mom didn't seem to care, Mark, his eight-year-old brother, and I never wore clothes in the house, and it didn't faze her at all. I spent many weekends with Sir, having sex and taking pictures. The Group was actually big, there were like twenty or so men and boys that would rotate in and out of the meetings and show up on campouts and other events. There were some that came from out of state to join us. We even had one father and son from London, and one from Australia. We met as an official group twice a month. Both Toby and Mike lot their cherries at a group get together on their eleventh birthday, they couldn't have been happier.

 

I still talk to some of the guys now a days, Ryan did well for himself, but sadly Mark was killed in a motorcycle accident. I loved The Group, and could have stayed with them, but Sir knew that I needed a more dominate man than The Group had to offer. I was in The Group till I was fourteen, when Sir got a big job offer in another state, but before he left he set me up with a man that would change the view of my world. He left me at the house of a man that I had never met for his last weekend in town. By the end of the weekend I was sore and exhausted, but that is a story for another time. I don't know if The Group is still out there, I know it wrong, but I hope it is still going. Boys, not all boys, but boys need that community knowing they have friend who can accept them for themselves and be able to be with an adult alpha. Boys throughout history and been the bottom for men and turned out fine. As for me, I have made bad choices in my life that I wish I could change, but I am doing ok and have Nifty and all those wonderful stories that I fantasize about being the boy in.