Was This The Trigger?

When I was young, pre-teens, I was a bit of a loner.  I found kids my age boring, and the older kids wouldn’t let me tag along as I was too small for their gang.

But on one occasion, I was allowed into their inner sanctum.

The rain had been relentless for days.  Getting out was a bonus.  To be invited into their gang hut was like winning the lottery. 

I’d seen them walking along the dirt path so I followed them.  Close enough to be seen.  

“Why are you following us?” Asked Chris.  The leader, and oldest.

“Don’t know” was my meek reply.

He gestured me in when they reached the door of their lair.  And old hut in amongst the allotments. It belonged to Chris’ grandad, but was never used.

As I sat down, a bottle of light brown liquid was passed round. After each person drank a mouthful, they’d moan and shake their heads….but it didn’t stop them drinking it.

I was offered the bottle and told to drink.  I did.  It was disgusting.  I could feel it tumble down my throat, and my stomach warmed as it settled.  After a couple more mouthfuls, I got used to the horrible taste and I started to feel nice and relaxed.

A couple of hours passed and we….they, spent time talking about loads of stuff I never really understood.  Then one of gang asked “Have you ever kissed a girl, prick?”  It was directed at me.  “Maybe”.  They burst out laughing at my obvious embarrassment.  And the questions continued.  Touched a girls boob, seen a girl naked, seen my mum naked.  It was relentless, until Chris decided it was time he went home.

As we all headed in different directions, Chris and I walked together.  He stayed close to me so it made sense.  As we neared his house, he asked if I wanted to go into his room.

Me, into the gang leaders room!  Could this day get any better……

The house was empty, just the two of us.

Chris asked me if I was embarrassed when the guys were asking me all the questions.  He laughed when I said I was.

And then he started to ask me even more questions…all relating to the same theme; sex!

It was evident that I’d no experience whatsoever so Chris suggested that he ‘teaches’ me some stuff.  I was happy to go along with it, although I’d no idea what he meant.

He started by talking about women parts and men parts. He talked about how they would come together and how a mans penis would enter a woman’s vagina.

He told me how it felt great.

He also told me that a man’s penis could also enter another man’s bottom.  This took me by surprise.  But who was I to question it.

Chris then asked if I’d like to see his penis?  I was curious to see if it was any different to mine, so I said yes.

He stood up in front of me, opened his trousers and pulled it out.  It was bigger than I’d thought it would be, and it looked really hard, and was sticking upwards, towards his stomach.

“Touch it” he suggested.  So I did.  It felt warm, and it was really hard.  He covered my hand with his and wrapped it round his shaft.  He then moved my hand up and down the full length of it and told me this is what men do when they’re feeling horny.  Another lesson.

“That feels good” he said, “Keep going” and he took his hand away.

As I worked my hand up and down Chris’ penis, I could feel his hands on the back of my head.

“I want you to lick my penis, imagine it’s a really tasty lolly, lick it, and then put it all into your mouth and suck it like a dummy.”

I did as I was told. I just wanted to please Chris, and if it’s what I had to do to keep him happy, then so be it.

As I slurped away on his lolly, I could feel Chris’ hand pushing my head further forward, and it felt like he was also pushing his groin forward at the same time.

“Keep sucking” he ordered.  And then as he pulled and pushed my head back and forward, he started to groan a little. I thought I’d maybe be hurting him with my sucking, but there was no way I could have pulled my mouth away, Chris was in total control of my head movement!

“I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum in your mouth…..don’t move.”

I didn’t dare.

Seconds later my mouth was filling with thick gooey liquid.  Chris was moaning louder and his grip tightened.

And then he started to relax.  As he slipped his softening cock out of my mouth, my first reaction was to swallow.  As I recall the moment, the taste wasn’t too bad.  Certainly not as bad as the stuff we were all drinking earlier that day.

Chris asked if I was ok.  I was and I smiled up at him.

After a couple of minutes sat in silence, Chris asked if I enjoyed myself.  “Yes,” I said, “I’ve learned something new, and that’s good.”

“I could teach you other stuff if you want?”  

“Too right, that would be great.”

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I’ll maybe write about the other lessons Chris went through that day if people want?