I guess you'd say I was a nerd in high school-- neither athletic enough to run with the jocks nor cool enough to belong to the 'in' crowd. My few friends were on the outside of things, too, it seemed.
A kid down the street had showed me how to jerk off sometime in the seventh grade, and I escaped to that fantasy world at least once a day after discovering it: Everyone willingly cooperated with my desires, without abuse or rejection. Sexual fantasy became my safe place where I hid from the miseries of everyday teen existence.
However, since religious condemnation of practically all sex was causing much of that misery, the act of masturbation itself brought down guilt after it ended-- which drove me to hide there again... (The guilt was always
post
-orgasmic... The sensations I would feel on the way up to one-- even if they were to last a half-hour or more-- erased all the guilt and fear that came before it. The ecstasy was worth whatever followed.
I don't know how long my sexuality and I might have remained locked up in my room together if I hadn't been picked up the Monday Night Club.
It was a bitterly cold evening in mid-January during my senior year, I was walking home after dark when a car pulled up to the curb. A familiar voice called my name and offered me a ride, so I got into the back seat without really noticing any faces...
That's the last thing I remember until I woke up in a dimly lit room, naked and blindfolded and sitting on a wooden chair. I was immobilized, my hands cuffed behind me; both the cuffs and the chair were fastened to the hardwood floor.
"He's coming around," I heard a male voice say quietly.
"Emil, don't be afraid," the soft voice said. "We're not going to hurt you... but we
are
going to change your life. You won't be the same after tonight. Now, would you like to start the evening with something to drink? You can have beer or wine, whichever you prefer-- it'll help you relax. What'll it be?"
My mouth felt like the bottom of a birdcage, and both options sounded good right then.
"Uh, a beer, I guess... what's going on here?"
"Here, drink up," the voice said, and the rim of a glass pressed against my lower lip. I swallowed as the glass was tipped up, and the cool liquid flowed down my dry throat. It tasted like other beer I'd had, but a little different, creating a good, warm feeling inside.
"Tonight is your initiation," the voice continued. "Here, have some more.."
I swallowed again and again, the beer tasting better and better as its warmth began to spread through my body.
"What kind of initiation?" I asked. "I haven't joined any clubs..."
"No, but you've been chosen by members who are already in this one to be part of it. So, just relax, now, Emil. You'll be glad you did. We're sure of it."
Someone behind me released the cuffs from my wrists as two more pairs of hands took hold of my arms and lifted me to my unsteady feet, leading me through a door and over a carpeted floor to a couch. They sat me down in the middle of it, my arms stretched out along the back where they were individually cuffed to stay that way; my ankles were fastened down this time, too.
The couch was made of a rough fabric, and I moved my back, butt, and legs gently across it, realizing I enjoyed the feeling. Then two hands began to move lightly across my body, one on my torso and the other on my thigh. Their soft caresses felt amazingly good on my skin, and I squirmed a little on the couch.
"Hey, is this some kind of sex club?" I started to say. "Uh, listen, I don't know if..."
"Just relax, Emil. You'll understand soon. Don't worry... just let it happen..."
In spite of my being blindfolded, naked, and feeling totally exposed in front of strangers, my cock had started to rise as the warm fingers and hands kept caressing me; the feelings they were causing were so delicately inflammatory that it was impossible to resist enjoying them.
Then someone sat next to me and two more hands joined the first two, one on my stomach and the last on my other thigh, and I gave in to letting the sensations from all four of them flow through me, falling back against the couch, breathing audibly. My cock was now standing up, hard. 'Well, that's what you get,' I thought, completely unashamed now as I surrendered to the hypnotic hands.
Then warm fingers wrapped around my cock and began gently stroking up and down. I moaned, thrusting upwards reflexively with my hips.
"It's really a nice one, isn't it?" another male voice said quietly. "Just look at the size of the head... Mmmmmmmmmmm..."
Warm lips slid down over it, then went further and further down the shaft, the tongue licking and pressing against the underside. I'd never felt anything like it in my life, and I thrust upwards again with my hips, trying to get deeper into that exquisite mouth. When I did, however, the hands that had been caressing me stopped moving and held me still.
"Relax," the voice said again. "Don't struggle... Let it happen..."
The hot mouth slid further down onto my cock, lips working, licking... I moaned again, completely focused on the warm, slippery mouth that just kept on sucking... and the hands still moving over my skin... I was breathing faster and my cock was pulsing...
Then whoever had been sitting next to me moved, getting up on his knees and turning around to face me. I guessed what was about to happen, but I'd never imagined my reaction to it: Two hands held my head gently, turning it slowly to the side... warm, smooth, hairless skin touched my mouth.
I could feel the heat of the other body as the hands held me still and the head of a cock pressed between my lips. They automatically opened wide with a welcome that seemed completely outside of my control, and the cock slid through them and over my tongue, filling my mouth.
A salty flavor under a musky scent filled my head as the big, taut-skinned shaft drove to the back of my throat; I moaned, then squealed in surprise around the pulsing phallus as a powerful, almost electrical charge rushed from my head down to my own cock, making me come instantly and explosively in whoever's mouth was working on it... That mouth sucked and swallowed manically, like its owner was really into my come...
Someone unlocked the cuffs on my arms right then, and my hands came up to hold onto the smooth asscheeks in front of me, pulling the throbbing cock deeper into my mouth as I licked, sucked, moaned, and mewled, lust and excitement coursing through me like never before.
Almost immediately, the hands on my head tightened and the cock thrust inwards more forcefully; I held onto the flexing asscheeks, focused on working toward the coming climax. I could feel it pulsing and pumping on my tongue, then filling my mouth with warm, salty-sweet come, more and more until I coughed and it ran down my chin... But I kept on, hardly noticing, fixated on the warm shaft, its scents and flavors, its feel as it slid in and out... Ohh... I...
love
... your... cock...
Consumed now with cock-lust, inflamed by the orgasm in my mouth, I sucked him, holding the smooth asscheek with one hand while I stroked the cock's base with the other, trying to pull out and swallow as much as I could. When he finally slipped out, someone kissed me and then licked all the rest of the come off my face, chin and neck as I gasped for breath.
'How could I have
done
that?' I thought as I fell back against the couch. 'I just sucked a guy off and I
loved
it! I was so...
ready
for it... It felt so
hot
