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Subject: {ASSM} Michaels Sexual Awakenings chapter two
Date: Fri,  2 Feb 2001 05:10:02 -0500
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chapter 2

Having been been initiated to the joys of cumming by those four girls in
the tent (See chapter 1) I was now in a minor state of frenzy. Frequent
masturbation while fantasizing about that event led to more and more sexual
exploration and ever widening fantasy. Wet dreams became frequent,
sometimes leaving evidence in the sheets. My mother never said anything on
those days that laundry got done, always leaving me with that "what if she
knows" feeling. Of course she must have known boys have wet dreams and
simply afforded me the privacy of not mentioning it. Still, it was
embarrassing at the time and always remained unmentioned. I started taking
daily baths, so I could relax and explore my body and soul behind locked
doors (my room had no lock plus I shared with a younger brother). The jokes
at school about kids "jacking off" had me convinced I was the only one
doing it (ah, if only sex-ed had been around in those days to put my minds
at ease).

But it was not long after that tent encounter that school started again.
And the last weekend before school a friend in the neighborhood was having
a birthday slumber party - boys only, of course.

There were about 7 kids there ranging in age from 11-13. Larry and I were
the oldest. Larry's parents were out for the evening and left us alone to
party. This was low risk for the parents, as we were all good kids and it
was a close Catholic neighborhood.

Ah, but Larry had other plans. Larry was very well developed and liked to
show it in the locker room at school. And he apparently had a healthy
interest in sex.

The early evening was spent playing kick-the-can, and other games. But once
inside for the evening the game turned to poker. Nobody brought any money
along and after an hour or so with poker chips with no money backing it up
the game became stale. Larry suggested strip poker. With only minor
reluctance we all agreed.

Though the nudity made it stimulating (and I was curious to see all these
lads naked), this, too, got boring after a while. After a few games
everyone had lost several times, everyone had seen everyone else, some more
developed that others, but no one had become aroused for instance. Larry
wanted to make the game interesting. Each person, once naked had to produce
a "boner". Some of the younger kids seemed genuinely not to know what this
meant. I sure did and almost got hard thinking about all the times I had
jacked off. Once everyone had agreed, the game began anew.

The littler ones were out first. Some of them had trouble "getting it up"
but with a little coaching from Larry several pre-pubescent little cocks
were standing up. Besides Larry and myself, only one other boy had pubic
hair and he didn't have much. His name was Mitch and he was the second to
last to go, leaving Larry and myself. Mitch was hard before his underwear
ever came off and this caused him much embarrassment. Eventually Larry and
I were both down to our underpants. I won the next hand. Larry stood up,
dropped his whites and with but a touch of his hang sprang to attention. He
was huge and everyone was in awe of Larry as he stood in the middle, still
stroking himself even though he had already produced the obligatory
hard-on.

"How many of you guys can cum?" he asked.

Everyone giggled but I was fascinated by the question. I said that I could.
Mitch said he could too. The others were somewhat confused as to what
cumming meant.

"You know, squirt your stuff when you're hard" he advised.

There was still a lot of uneasy questions and Larry challenged the group to
a group jerk-off. With some reluctance we all agreed except Mitch. He
wanted nothing to do with it but with some badgering conceeded finally.

Everyone formed a circle and ... well, we commenced. With Larry urging
everyone on hands were jerking everywhere. Larry got there first and with a
dramatic "her she comes" jettisoned several large wads into the middle of
the circle. Most everyone stopped to watch, mesmerized by the sight of it.
Awe on the faces of the younger boys convinced me they had never seen an
ejaculation before.

With more urging from Larry the rest of us set back to work. I was the
second to shoot, sending mine high and long in several quick spurts. More
nervous oohs and ahs. Inspired, the others worked hard on their members,
but the rest, including Mitch could not produce, although several of the
others had "dry" cums.

After a while we put our things away and went to bed. I was beginning to
feel less like a pervert, knowing others were doing it.

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As the eighth grade got under way, I started hanging out more and more with
Larry and another boy named Dieter. Dieter had lived in the old
neighborhood and had attended the same elementary school for a while as
Larry and I, but his family had moved across town. We were reunited with
Dieter at the junior high school. When we were small, Dieter had been the
leader of the pack, you might say. He was the same age as Larry and I, and
though Larry was bigger, Dieter was also the toughest of the lot, and had
proved it on occasion. What Dieter wanted, Dieter would always get and
everyone did as Dieter commanded. It was the same in junior high school,
only now we were all nearly 14 years old. And Dieter, well .. he had a
certain charisma and all the girls had a crush on Dieter, and Dieter would
have his way with many of them. Now when we were real young we had used to
play a silly game at Dieter's old house. The three of us would take turns
where one lad would be stripped, and his clothes hidden somewhere in the
house. The lad would scurry about the place in the raw looking for his
clothes, to the jeers and heckling of his equally young comrades. The game
was always played in fun, and none of use really paid much attention to
each others pre-pubescent bodies (we were about 8 or 9 years old then).
This was to be the backdrop on my first young experience with "bondage".
Larry and I rode Dieter's bus home from school one Friday and we were
horsing around. Dieter's folks were going to be gone all evening, as was
his older sister, Carole. Larry and I were going to hang out there until
ten o'clock or so when my father was to pick us up. The old game came up
and we laughed at old times. Dieter suggested we should play it one more
time, "for kicks". Larry went along with the idea as he always did with
Dieter's ideas, but I was reluctant. Before I knew what was happening the
two of them had set upon me. While Larry held my arms, Dieter one by one
yanked off my clothes, saving my underwear for last. Once those were gone
Dieter set out to "hide" them. After a short while he came back into the
room (their family room) with a smirk. Larry released me and the game began
despite my objections. Now I had been naked many times in the locker room
with these guys before but being stripped in another person's house was
humiliating. But having no choice I searched the house for my clothes, and
to my dismay could find nary a stitch of my clothing. After a while I
surrendered and asked for clothes back. Now when we were little that would
be the end of the game but Dieter would have none of that today. He refused
to return the items, and instead goaded me further. I pleaded with Larry to
intervene but he just laughed with Dieter and teased me as well. Finally,
pissed off I sat on the couch and refused to continue.

"Fine" Dieter said. "Then you can sit here all night. Larry and me are
going to the local 7-11 for some cokes. You can look while we're gone or
just sit there naked".

"Yeah, well, if I have to, I'll take some of your clothes" I retorted
defiantly.

Dieter reflected on this and said, "Wait here". He then left the room,
presumably to get my clothes back. But to my surprise when he came back he
had nothing but a roll of duct tape. In a flash he grabbed my hands and
tried to pull them behind my back. Larry caught on quick and jumped to
Dieter's aid. In moments I was flat on my face with my wrists tightly taped
behind me, still naked as a jaybird.

"That'll hold him till we get back" Dieter laughed at his handiwork. "If
you can't find your clothes by the time we get back we'll give you a break
- maybe".

What a spot. The two then left me there alone in the house. I did look a
little more but at this point I was more interested in getting my bonds
off. It seemed like it was taking them forever to get back. Finally after a
while I heard bikes coming back up the driveway. Then to my dismay I heard
voices - but not those of Larry or Dieter. It was Carole, Dieter's older
sister and some other girls. In a panic I rushed down the hall into
Dieter's room and pushed the door shut with my feet. My heart was pounding
and my pending embarrassment.

I heard Carole and two of here girlfriends come in the house. These girls
were all about 15-16 years old, kind of cute. Carole was a knock out, and
the others were pretty too. Within moments they were coming down the hall
towards me. Carole's room was right next to Dieters.

"Dieter, Are you home?" she called out. As I sat crouched behind his bed I
heard her come up to his door, knock once, call out his name and then open
the door when she did not get a reply. And there I was, red from head to
toe, feebly trying to hide behind his bed.

"WHAT?! ... What are you DOING?!", she exclaimed, "Mike, ...", she was
speechless. She was speechless - boy was I speechless.

"What is it, Carole", one of the other girls called out. That was Cindy. I
recognized the voice. And I could hear their footsteps approaching as
well.

By now, Carole was laughing. "Look at this" she said to her friends as they
followed here into the room. They all giggled at my plight.

"Mike, what's going on. Where is Dieter?"

Sheepishly and with a great deal of reluctance and embarrassment I told
them of my humiliation. They all laughed and made fun of me and my "cute
little wee-wee". And they refused, despite my pleading to release me.

After enough of this degradation I told them to "Fuck off". Carole was
suddenly in my face. "What did you say little boy?"

"I said fuck off!".

"Say you're sorry, little boy. Or Else!"

"Or else what fuck-head?!" Heh, how much worse could it get, right?

"Spank him!" said Cindy, excitedly. "Yeah, spank him" chimed the third girl
(whom I didn't know).

A sinister look came across Carole's face. "Does the little boy want a
spanking. Over my knee? Huh?"

God, I was in trouble. I started inching away but all three girls quickly
surrounded me.

"Tell me you're sorry, little boy with the little wee-wee."

My head was swimming. Where were those assholes that left me here for this.
"I ... I'm sorry".

"Not good enough. Say Michael is a little faggot."

Bullshit. This was going too far.

"Say it. Michael is a little faggot."

"Kiss Mine!" I sneered.

Giggles. Old memories of the tent came swirling back.

"Let's spank him" said Cindy again.

"Get his arms," Carole ordered. I fought my best, bust there were three
of them and before I knew it I was dragged across the bed. Carole was
sitting
on the edge and I was laid across her lap. My penis slid between her legs,
halfway from her crotch to her knees.

"Oh, is the little boy sorry now" Carole jeered. Her hand played with my
butt. One finger nail running up and down my crack. And then a little light
rub around my anus.

"Please ..." I stammered. But the events were overtaking me. And to my
dismay I felt that old familiar feeling welling up inside me. That tickle I
get in the belly ... just before I get hard.

SMACK! It took me by surprise and it stung. Carole was not fooling
around.

"Please" I said again. The girls were all jeering at me and I don't know if
it was the touch, the body heat, the situation or what, but I was hard now.
And Carole knew it, though none of the girls could see it.

"Ooh, you dirty boy", Carole snickered.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! the hits were coming in waves, urged on by the other
two girls. I fought back tears of shame and Carole showed no mercy. And I
got harder ... and harder, and then without warning I came all over the
inside of her legs. She felt it immediately, and pushed me off of her. As
I lay there panting she felt her legs.

"The little shit came on my legs!" she shouted to the other girls. All eyes
stared at my still throbbing erection. The last few droplets still oozing
out.

As Carole wiped herself with tissue the other girls crowded around to get a
look.

"He did come" Cindy announced.

"A lot" said the other girl.

I sat there in shame. Pissed at the guys. Pissed at the girls, ashamed of
my lack of control. It was worse than that time in the tent.

"Please don't tell anyone", I pleaded.

"We won't" Carole started, "if you do it again."

"Huh?"

"Do it again. Squirt your stuff. Only we want to see it this time".

Right. Just like that. Uh huh. Sure.

"I can't" I said.

"If you don't we'll tell everyone at school. If you do, we'll cut you
loose".

Cindy's curiosity got the better of her. She grabbed my dick and said "Does
the little wee-wee need a little help?"

I tried to roll over but they would have none of that. Three sets of hands
started pulling, stroking, touching me ... there.

I was starting to respond. I felt myself harden quickly and the pulse
quicken again. The girls were alternately silent, giggling, or jeering at
me.

The third girl made a little spit and started working the head. Man it felt
good and dirty at the same time. I was starting to get into it and could
feel I was reaching the boiling point again. And I decided to push it.

"I can come faster with more stimulation." I said.

"What do you mean?" Carole asked.

"Visual. I can't come twice without visual stimulation"

"Like what?"

"You know".

"What?"

"Maybe if I can see someone's tits."

They gasped at the thought of it, but Cindy I could tell was turned on by
the idea.

"Okay, but you gotta come if I do."

"I will. I promise". Oh boy, do I promise. Only please stop stroking me or
I'll come right now. .... Ooh hold out, yeah ... Cindy pulled her blouse
over her head, reached behind herself and freed her bra. And those lovely
.... too lovely to describe melons came to view. About 4 feet from my
face!

And the girls continued to work my member, and I was real close.

"Let me feel them" I begged.

Cindy squatted over me ... ah what a view and pushed her big beautiful
breasts into my face and started rubbing them against me.

"I ... I'm gonna ...." I started.

The girls jumped off me in time to see my orgasm. Gobs and gobs and gobs
hurled through the air and covered my chest.

"Ish" one of them said (a familiar cry I guess) but they were visibly
excited and watched as I lay, trying to catch my breath, they breathing
fast as well.

The sound of bikes coming up the driveway broke the spell.

"SHIT! DIETER" we all said. Carole quickly rubbed my chest with a towel and
the girls raced out the back door leaving me there, still tied up.

I heard the screen door bang as Larry and Dieter loudly re-entered.

"Look at that. Just like we left him" Larry sneered.

Well, not quite, but who was telling ... not me.

Well, they eventually freed me after still more teasing. I never told them
of what transpired that night. And the girls ... I was never sure. They
would bring it up from time to time, and I swear their girlfriends were all
starting to look at me funny when I would see them but no one ever
confronted me with it so maybe not. I think it stayed a pretty close
secret. Ah, the glory of youth.

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