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At the YMCA
by Wallad (address withheld)
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A boy stays at the YMCA and is initiated into the world
of sex a man staying there. (M/b, mm, ped, 1st, oral,
anal)
***
During the March school break our class organised a
week visit to the city. The boys were staying at the Y
and the girls in some cheap hotel. We really enjoyed
the Y facilities; the great fun was that the pool
regulations required that we do not use any bathing
suits. That was embarrassing at first, but we quickly
got used to it and playing in the pool in our birthday
suits developed a nice relaxed friendship between us.
There were some men also in the Y. At first we ignored
them and then we realised that they did not ignore us.
We started to show off and we enjoyed the fact that
they were watching. Most of us were 12 years old, just
at the beginning of puberty. I was a bit taller than my
friends, but, to my despair, I had no trace of pubic
hair. I easily had an erection, and since it was a full
4 inch long; it was hard to hide.
Once in the showers a man was really gazing at me, and
to my immense embarrassment, I started having an
erection. Everyone noticed it and made fun of me, so I
had to rush to my towel. We frequently teased each
other this way; so I thought that the incident would be
of no consequence.
I was wrong!
I met the same man several times: In the cafeteria, he
was having lunch at the same time as we did; he watched
TV at the same time; twice in the corridors we met - I
knew that those were not just coincidences. The others
did not notice, but I knew that he was always looking
at me.
Once I dared to look back thinking that I would
discourage him. But I noticed a very sad expression;
his eyes did not turn away; we stared at each other. My
anger vanished; I was fascinated by his eyes; they were
speaking to me; I was the first to look away. The
memory of his eyes stayed with me. He reminded me a bit
of the way my puppy looked et me; sort of saying, "If
only I could speak."
I did not sleep much that night. I had nightmares of
someone calling me in despair. His eyes were
everywhere. I was perspiring heavily. I finally slept a
few hours and I was awaken by our councillor. It was
quite late and everyone was waiting for me. He noticed
that I had a bad night and the program for the day
called for several hours of hiking. I just wanted to
sleep; I asked him if I could stay in and he accepted.
I managed to sleep a few hours in the morning. When I
got up, I noticed that the Y was practically empty. I
went around a bit. I was not used to being alone and I
quickly got bored. I thought that a shower would wake
me up. I had the whole shower room for myself; I took a
long shower, whistling, relaxed. I enjoyed my freedom;
I had finally forgotten the man.
The shower room was also a washroom; occasionally
someone would come in, go the washroom, and then leave.
Until I noticed that someone had come in but I had not
heard him leave. So I turned around, and here was my
man; staring at me more intensely than ever.
He was just standing there not even trying to appear as
if he was doing something else. I blushed; turned my
back to him, and again this damn erection came back. A
full erection, pointing upward. I wished he had not
noticed; but I knew that he knew.
I could not do a thing. I waited, hoping that he would
leave, that my erection would go away. I was scared; I
could not really turn around, but I knew that he was
there, staring as usual. I felt his eyes on my bums as
if they were hands. I was very excited; I thought I
would have an orgasm without even touching myself. I
waited a long time; forever it seemed.
It was ridiculous; what was I afraid of? This man was a
pussy-cat; I could not stay like that for ever; I
gathered-up my courage turned around and walked towards
my towel that was hung on the wall just behind him; my
full erection ahead of me, as if it was the most
natural thing on earth.
As I went passed him, he took my penis in his hand. He
just held it there. I think he was as afraid as I was.
I completely froze. I could not move. I could not say a
word. I felt hypnotised. I just looked at his hand; I
did not try to move away. It was not me. I was back in
my nightmare. That was all unreal. I was going to wake-
up.
Then his hand started to stroke my penis up and down
slowly. I never thought that it could feel so much
better when someone else did it. His other hand started
caressing my bums, squeezing them. I was shivering and
feeling burning hot at the same time. He sensed that,
took my towel and started to dry me up; lovingly. No
one had dried me up since my mother used to do it; it
was the same loving hands; I was a small child again;
back in the unreal.
Then somehow I snapped in and I tried to walk away. He
did not let me go. He lifted me in his arm carrying me
as if I was a baby. I noticed that he was very strong,
at least twice my weight. I was back to being a child
in the arms of my mother; I did not try to free myself;
it was good to be in his arms. He pushed the door of
the shower room with his foot and took me in the
corridor in his arms. Naked as I was, it was crazy;
thank god we did not meet any one.
When we got to his room, he squeezed me hard in his
arms and blocked me against the door as he put a hand
in his pocket to get his key. The squeezing was a bit
painful, but pain did not matter; anticipation was
making me dizzy. He managed to open his door without
letting me down; he got in; closed the door with his
foot; went towards the bed; pull the sheets over and
deposited me with great tenderness as if I was a
delicate treasure.
Strangely my erection was gone. It was not that I was
scared; it was just unreal; I felt that I belonged in
this bed; it was not sexual any more. I was his baby.
He moved away, and just kept on staring at me. His eyes
told me that my body was an exquisite beauty.
I knew I was beautiful; I had often looked at myself
naked in front of a mirror, but it was nice to see it
in his eyes. He had said nothing; I had said nothing.
Why talk? Talking could not express the confusion in my
mind or the intensity of his obsession.
He took his cloth off. He had a huge erection - Twice
my size. I don't think I had ever seen a penis that
big. I did not know it could be that heavy; it was
pointing almost downward. It was ugly and gross. My
penis was so light, so fresh compared to this mass of
dark colour and messy hair. It was ridiculous. I was
the one staring; I knew I was attracted as by a magnet
and my full erection came back. I think that at this
moment I realised that I was going to be gay - all my
life.
He came towards me. He sat next to me on the bed and
gently stroked my hair, still a bit wet. He thought I
was cold and he actually covered me with the blanket.
He did not need to stare at me any more, I was in his
brain. He tucked me in; I closed my eyes; he kissed
them.
The back of his hand caressed my cheek. He kissed me
between the eyes; he went down along my nose; kissed
lightly my closed lips and then furiously buried his
head in my neck, kissing, eating. I almost thought he
was sobbing. His arms around my head, he kept me locked
in, squeezing hard.
He stayed like that a long time and I was startled when
his hands started to move under the blanket. He
massaged my arms, spent some time in my armpits; kissed
them; moved to my breasts; kissed my nipples; his hands
moved downward. He caressed my belly, teasing me by
barely touching my erect penis.
Then he pulled the cover exposing my shivering body. He
seemed to admire the sight of my penis pressing hard on
my belly. His fingers ran all around it without
touching it. He wanted me to be hungry.
Then he moved in to lie down on top of me. His huge
balls landed softly on my small testicles. Something
passed between them; they became one entangled mass.
His penis came along mine, but his reached beyond my
belly button. His breast fell heavily on my chest. His
mouth was all over me kissing, licking, biting.
He ate my ear lobs, my chin, my nose; every part of my
face had been in his mouth. His tongue forced my lips
open and he invaded me.
Down there, his balls were moving constantly, slipping
between mines, right, left, in between. Our penises
were intertwined; his legs engulfed mine; we were
making knots. All parts of his body were working at the
same time; but they were in perfect harmony. And my
body was responding; searching the most intimate grip;
trying to pass as much current as possible.
I did not want him to stop. Each time I was about to
ejaculate, he felt it, lifted up to let my balls and
penis take a rest and as soon as the urge was gone he
was back in, rubbing me - all of me. Slowly the frenzy
started, his mouth in my neck, his body was pressing
against mine with all his weight; I knew that this time
there would be no stopping. I was the first to shoot my
load; a glorious conquest I would never forget. And
then he started to shoot and shoot; I was inundated in
his semen.
We laid there exhausted, wet and sticky.
Reality came back. What was I doing there? It was
totally insane. My hunger was gone, the man next to me
was a monster. His smell disturbed me. He still had an
arm across my chest. I just laid there, empty, hating
him. I think he knew I did not want him any more. He
stood up, took a towel, dried me up, dried himself. He
pulled the blanket over me, tucked me in and moved
away. I was thankful for that. I needed to be alone. I
was tired. I just wanted to sleep. I did not want to
think.
***
Later when I opened my eyes, he was sitting on a chair,
looking at me sleeping. All the sadness of the world
was in him. I was not angry at him any more. He was not
a monster. We had shared a great pleasure and I knew he
could be a friend. I smiled and he smiled back. It was
our first non-sexual exchange. We both knew that we
should not speak.
He sat next to me. His hand invaded me under the
blanket and caressed my balls. It felt good, this man
knew my body more than anyone; he had a sense for the
perfect timing, the perfect pleasure. My erection came
back at full strength. His mouth had joined his hand;
he was licking my penis. His hand on my balls became
more insistent and with a with a big suction he pulled
my whole erection in his mouth.
I gasped.
I have been sucked thousands of time since then, but no
one ever managed to give me the same sensation. The
hunger, the apprehension, the surprise and the shift
from gentle licking to a wild suction; I thought I was
going to shoot another load right away. But he sensed
it, pulled out and squeezed the base of my penis,
killing the orgasm just before it started. This guy was
an expert; he was manipulating each of my sensations
with precision.
He repeated it several times; I thought my orgasm was
unavoidable each time. But he always stopped it. My
urge to shoot was becoming a panic. Would he ever let
me? His sucking was in fact quieting down. His hand
would still massage my balls and his mouth was becoming
very gentle. And then finally, finally, he switched
again to a fast tempo sucked me as a furry;
I thought that my penis was coming off and I started a
very long orgasm. The accumulation of several aborted
orgasms came out; I shot again and again in his mouth;
he was avidly swallowing every drop.
He laid there exhausted. This time I did not feel any
repulsion. I was thankful that he had worked so hard to
give me pleasure. I still had an erection and he was
still staring at it. My semen in him was a bond. I knew
I loved that man.
He laid behind me turning me to my side. He had one arm
under my head and the other was holding me tight; his
lips, his whole face was lost in my hair. The rest of
his body was glued to my back. I could feel his
testicles rubbing my bums; his stiff penis between my
bums and protruding up into my back; his legs were all
around me; I was completely in him; I was him. I was
back to being a baby in my mother's arms; my body
relaxed; my erection disappeared; my mind started to
drift and I fell asleep.
***
I woke up to a cool sensation at my ass hole. He had me
laying on my stomach. He was on top of me upside down.
His face inside my bums, his knees around my head, his
hands were holding my ass cheeks apart while his tongue
kept on licking, his lips eating. It felt fresh. I was
wandering whether I was really clean down there. Well,
with all this licking, I must be cleaner than ever now.
His testicles were pressing on my hair; his penis in my
neck felt good; they were keeping me company as his
face was hard at work; giving me new sensations. My
penis was back in full erection, of course.
He started to slide down; his lips eating my thighs;
his penis rubbing my back. His face got to my feet as
his penis was in the crack of my bums; his testicles
gave me caresses at the top of the bums while his face
was buried in my feet kissing them. He sucked each toe
- each his own way, his own angle. His testicles and
penis were massaging my bums. As crazy a position as it
was, it felt very natural; each part of our bodies were
meant to be linked this way; it all fitted perfectly.
After making love to my feet, he would slide back up
and eat my ass a bit more, then he would return to my
feet. Each time he came back to my ass, it was a bit
wilder, he was almost biting into it. He pushed his
tongue against my tightly closed hole.
I took a chance and relaxed a bit to let his tongue in.
Again it seemed as his tongue was made for that. It
started to reach areas that were unexplored. Sensations
totally new. That is when I learned that my body had an
insatiable depth of pleasure. Every part of me was
meant for pleasure, even my anus, particularly my anus.
And then he got up, I felt a shiver, it was cold. For
the last few hours he had been my blanket, a very
active blanket. I felt rejected, abandoned. I looked at
him, his eyes had lost any tenderness; now it was
madness. He looked at me angrily with no reason; his
eyes were saying "now it is my turn". I was scared and
felt paralysed again.
He came back towards the bed, put me on my side facing
the wall, he bent my upper leg and pushed it up as he
was reaching for something in the night table that I
could not see. After covering the middle finger of his
right hand with lubricant, his left hand pulled my
upper bum while his lubricated finger pushed in. The
pain surprised me. I reacted scared. He pushed my leg
up a bit more and held me tight. No more caresses, now
it was his business, his pleasure.
He did not move and waited with his finger barely one
inch in. I knew what was going to follow and I was
terrified. There was no way that this huge penis of his
could fit in me without tearing me apart. With one
finger still in, he laid down next to me and started
back his caresses, his kisses on my neck.
The pain diminished my muscles relaxed.
He pushed his finger all the way in - mixture of pain
and pleasure. I knew I should relax and it became
mostly pleasure. His finger was exploring and that felt
good. He was turning, moving sideways. I knew he was
trying to enlarge me and I cooperated moving my leg up.
He withdrew his finger and went back in with two
fingers. A bit more pain; I was wide open; I knew I was
ready for coupling.
And he knew that too. He slid a condom on his enormous
penis. As he put a hand on my mouth; I started to
panic; I could barely breath. As I was trying to fight
his hand off, I almost forgot that the centre of his
attention was my ass. The tip of his penis was pushing
against my ass hole.
Now I knew that I should really panic. I tightened my
ass muscles; there was no way I would let him in. But
with a big shove he pushed in. I screamed; it was an
incredible pain; more pain than was imaginable; that
was too much; he was cutting me up.
In fact he had barely got the head of his penis in. He
stopped moving. Just putting enough pressure to resist
my wild attempts at pushing him off. After a while I
stopped pushing and I tried to relax again; it was
unavoidable so I better cooperate. As I was quieting
down, he gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek as to
apologize. He kept on kissing my hair and his hand was
caressing my face.
He started pumping his penis ever so slowly. But as I
started to accept the pain, he put his hand on my mouth
a second time and made a big shove, reviving the pain
all over my body. That was pure sadism on his part. It
was not necessary, he could have gone in gently. But he
wanted to feel my fear; he wanted to keep my anxiety
tuned in. He stopped moving when he was all the way in;
I could even feel his balls.
After a while he started his pumping motion again,
quietly at first but with an increasing tempo. I
discovered that deep inside me there was pleasure. I
discovered that with the pain there was pleasure;
pleasure of being used; pleasure of giving so much
ecstasy to a man that was now part of me.
I was back in full erection and I knew that I could
shoot again anytime. One would think that his penis
sensed that. After every pumping exercise, as I was
getting to orgasm, he would stop and wait. Only to
start again, slowly, raising the speed, getting to a
wild frenzy, he was pushing my body up the bed,
slamming his balls against me. He was forcing me to
follow his rhythm - relax when he wanted to relax, get
to climax when he was getting there.
That lasted a long time, the stretch of my ass was not
bearable, but I did not really try to push him out any
more. Finally, in a wild fast phase I knew he could not
stop; he went all the way, shooting inside me - and I
shot too. We kept on jerking together, completely
synchronised as if we were a single body. We were both
consumed.
He lost his erection right away, while mine was still
up. He pulled out, giving me one last sharp pain. He
removed his condom and threw it away. He laid behind me
as before; held me tight; and fell asleep. I could not
sleep any more. I could feel the cool wet sheet under
me, from my own semen, but I did not mind. I still had
some pain down there, but I did not mind. I knew that
now I had part of him in me; for ever.
I was not a child anymore; I had entered adulthood by
the big door. All fear was gone. As he slept, I thought
I was guarding him. Now he was mine as much as I was
his.
END
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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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