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The Judas Goat
by Anubis 31 (address withheld)
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A true story of how I, as a young boy, was led by my
best friend into the world of debauchery. (Mb, ped,
1st, oral, anal)
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I have written a number of fictional stories, some with
gay themes, some not. I have thus far shied away from
telling the story of how I lost my own cherry at the
tender age of 13 years. However, I have now decided to
tell all if only to warn others of the danger of
persuasive friends.
A Judas Goat is a goat used by butchers to entice the
other goats into the place where they can be killed.
Tommy Vance was my Judas Goat, he was my best friend
but led me to a place where I could be fucked.
Every year on Remembrance Sunday, there was a parade
from the Town Hall to the Church where a service was
held, and then a march back. All the uniformed
organisations took part, The Territorial Army, St
John's Ambulance, The Sea Cadets, Army and Air Cadets,
Boy Scouts, Girl Guides and even The Jewish Lads
Brigade.
It was my first parade since I had joined the town's
Sea Cadet unit just after my thirteenth birthday. My
mother took great care in ensuring that my bell
bottomed trousers were pressed correctly and that I
looked a very smart young cadet.
We all met up outside the town hall and I was glad to
find out that I would be marching next to my best
friend Tommy Vance. We marched through the main street
of the town behind our band , which was playing the Sea
Cadet March. The Service at the War Memorial went off
without a hitch and we all marched back to the Town
Hall, very happy with ourselves.
Most of the boys went into a cafe to get something to
eat , but my friend Tommy had another idea. He knew the
photographer from the local paper, and the guy had said
that if we went with him back to his house, he would
take some studio photos of us. I thought that my
parents would be pleased with this, so I agreed to go
with them.
The photographer's name was Ken Martin, he was a
friendly guy in his mid thirties and seemed to know a
lot of the boys, not only sea cadets but scouts as
well. We arrived at his studio, which was situated on
the top floor of a three story town house, in the
better part of town.
He set up his camera and the lights which took forever,
then started taking shots of us in our smart uniforms.
After taking a few shots he asked us to take off our
jumpers, so that he could snap us in our white fronts
and trousers, this we did.
He then asked us to take off all our clothes apart from
our little under pants. Alarm bells sounded in my head
but Tommy assured me that it would be OK. " Studio
photo's cost a lot of money", said my mate," and this
is how we pay Kenny back." I wasn't happy taking off
my clothes in front of a strange man but my friend was
very persuasive.
We moved to another part of the studio where there was
a double bed set up with lights round it. I stood next
to Tommy whilst we were photographed from the front,
then made to turn round so we were showing our backs to
the camera. The cameraman whispered something to Tom,
who before I could stop him, pulled my underpants right
down so that I was naked. He then pulled his own one's
down and I realised that he was sporting an erection.
I was terrified, the two of us standing there stark
naked, whilst the flashes from the lights showed that
our nudity was being recorded for posterity. Tommy had
to use all his powers of persuasion to get me to
continue. We had wanked each other off before but when
my pal's hand closed over my cock and my hand was
placed on his, it was a whole new world.
Looking back, I must have felt something else apart
from pressure from Tommy and Ken to make me enter the
murky world, which I stood on the brink of. I know that
I looked down and saw that my cock had also got hard,
under Tommy's handling of it.
Ken the photographer then asked us to jump up on the
bed and Tom virtually pulled me after him so that we
were lying on our backs with our little boy cocks
pointing upwards. Another order from Ken and Tommy
swung round so that he could take my cock into his
mouth. My pal's cock was only an inch from my mouth and
both Tommy and Ken were telling me, ordering me, to
open my lips and start sucking it.
I suppose there comes a time when you have to make a
decision, and while half of me wanted to run away, I
was so horny that I was talked into staying, with all
that entailed.
I had never sucked a cock before, nor had mine sucked,
but we lay there sixty nineing each other, whilst Ken
took snap after snap. I came first and had to suck Tom
for a few minutes more before he gasped and filled my
mouth with his hot jism.
I thought that was the finish but Ken undressed and
joined us on the bed. He told me that I had a beautiful
bottom and that he was going to have great pleasure
taking my cherry. I was so frightened of being split
open that I nearly freaked out, so there was a change
of plan and Tommy got fucked.
Watching my friend on his back, with his ankles near
his ears while a large adult cock thrust between his
bottom cheeks was a scene out of hell. Tommy seemed to
like it and as the pounding got faster and harder, his
little cock regained its erect state. The photographer
fucked Tommy for about ten minutes before coming to
orgasm deep in my friend's ass. Of course I found out
that Tommy had been there before and was happy to lead
me along the same path.
Ken went back to his camera and Tommy turned towards
me, with an evil look in his eye. I cannot in all truth
say that my friend then raped me, he held me down,
fingered my ass with Vaseline covered fingers, then
slowly but surely pushed his cock into my bum. Because
we were both thirteen years old he wasn't very big,
with the result that the experience was pleasurable
almost from the start, with only a slight pain as he
pushed through my sphincter.
So a day that had started off with pomp and ceremony,
ended up with me being photographed whilst being
buggered by my best friend, who shagged me for about
ten minutes before shooting hot jism into my asshole.
That was the end of that day's adventures. Ken told us
that we would have to return in a few days time to pick
up the photo's of us in our uniforms and Tommy warned
me that when we went back the pervy photographer would
be bound to fuck me. I did return, did get shagged by
Ken and have never looked back.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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