Re: The Initiation Ordeal
Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2023 1:08 pm
The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 6.
Now when I got back to England from my summer vacation trip to France I had no intention of ever telling this story. Not to my buddies at
school, not to another girl in the attempt to impress her, and certainly not to any member of my immediate family. My mom would have been
shocked to say the least. Mom probably would have gotten on her phone and caused a tremendous row with her sister for being so reckless, for
having no moral standards, for turning her boy into a juvenile delinquent at best and a pervert at the worst.
Telling this story to friends would have been difficult. Telling it to strangers in a strange room while hooked up to a Polygraph machine even
worse. Trying to get the words of the story out while a woman sucked my dick, well...you can imagine. I have seen my share of porn videos
in my time, seen scenes of fellatio on many occasion of jerking off. Never once have I seen any of the male actors attempt to carry on a normal
conversation while getting blown. The typical exchange of words is more like "Oh yes..That feels so good baby...Ooooh, Oooooh..."
Sometimes a guy in the video might ask a question. "You like my big one?...Where do you want me to shoot it on you? Will you be a good girl
and swallow it? That last question was in a more mainstream movie. In a porno the visible cum shot is required.
The woman wearing a witch mask made the getting sucked while I talked just that much weirder. I stumbled over some of the words at first,
sounded for a moment like a stutterer. I had to look away from the blowjob I was getting. While looking down at my crotch as my dick is fully
taken within the gaping mouth hole of the witch's mask I could barely get a word out. By looking away toward the masked people in attendance
on the other side of the room, I could maintain a semblance of order of my thoughts and got the story going. It was time to get to what they
wanted to hear. So far I had told them about having to take a bath.
"I was lying in bed, wearing nothing but boxers under the sheets, when Aunt Anna Marie told me I had to get cleaned up so she could take
me into the village. I was a bit groggy, still feeling the effects of the pain pills for the broken wrist. She tousled my hair, said I had lovely
blond locks and that I'd look like a young Thor if I had more muscle on my bones. Now I definitely had the hair to look like a Scandinavian
god, but I was just a few months past my sixteenth birthday. I was fairly tall already at six feet but in no way did I resemble Chris Hemsworth.
When she mentioned my muscles my Aunt squeezed my shoulder. Then she pulled the sheets down past my boxers and she rubbed my stomach
as if searching for my six pack of abs. Aunt Anna Marie yanked the sheets down all the way and she tickled my toes. "Wake up sleepy head"
she said and she walked off to the hallway. "I'll run your bath. If you're not there in a few minutes I'll be back and you'll be sorry..." and she
headed down the hallway to the bathroom. I could hear the water running into the tub. When I sat up I felt a jolt of pain in my wrist.
I wasn't anywhere near being able to do much and I wondered how I would manage getting myself washed. I had no answers when I stepped
into the bathroom a few minutes later.
"You can't get your cast wet, Kai," she said, and she tested the water for the right temperature. "You will have to keep your right hand out to
the side. But don't worry, your Aunty-poo is here to help you."
I remember my heart taking a jolt when I figured out that my aunt was going to assist me in getting washed. My dick took a little lurch in my
boxers. The words my aunt said went in my ears and straight down to my dick. I was soon more awake down there than my mind was.
"I don't know if that's a good idea Aunt Anna," I said.
She must have taken the tenting in my boxers as my body's real answer. Ignoring my feeble protest, she yanked my boxers down to the ankles.
My penis popped up to halfway sticking up. I think I turned red, the idea of getting washed by my aunt something I'd dread if I knew it was
coming in advance. Since I was standing there naked, my penis sticking out, I had do something and running away didn't seem to be an option.
I sat down at the edge of the tub, yanked the boxers off of my foot and handed them to her. I slid down into the tub and the water got turned
off.
I noticed how much light there was in the bathroom. Not only were the overhead lights on, the large window was open to let in fresh air with
the curtains tied up to the sides letting in the maximum amount of light. The bath water had no soap or suds yet, so the water was perfectly
clear and my body, my half erected dick was visible. Where was that bloody soap? I saw the bar of soap sitting at the other end of the tub
near the faucet fixtures. I wanted to grab it and start scrubbing so the water would start to get some soapy murkiness.
My Aunt shampooed my hair first. She thought of everything in advance that she needed. She had a ladle with a long handle that she could
scoop up water with to dunk over my head. After that the water got somewhat murky and I'm not as visible as I was before. But murky water
wasn't that much help. When my Aunt started rubbing the bar of soap across my chest and arms, then down my stomach, my dick kept getting
harder and it would pop up above the waterline. A couple inches of it, the head, sometimes a little more of the shaft showing, occasionally
lifted itself above the surface of the water. At seven and a half inches the thing just would not stay submerged.
After she did my chest and my back, then scrubbed the feet and legs up to the knees, I was told to stand up. "Got to scrub you everywhere
young buck, balls and all. And don't worry. I've seen everything."
It was unlike any dream I ever had. I had wet dreams where I remember kissing girls, getting a feel of their boobs. I remember waking up
drenched in the undies after dreaming about rubbing a turkey with cooking oil as I looked at the gaping expanse where the stuffing goes and
thinking about plugging the hole with my boy sausage. I have no idea why I was dreaming that. No idea why I'm telling you that. But I never
dreamed I'd be bathed by someone like my mom or an aunt. That doesn't even happen in movies, not regular movies. Porn movies do things
like that but it just doesn't look right when the "kid" in the video looks like he's over twenty. I was just sixteen and not prepared for that.
There wasn't any way out of it, so I just stood up in the tub. My dick was nearly fully hard sticking straight out and a little bit upward. Aunty
soaped up her hand and she grabbed my schlong and really went at it. My crotch was clean enough to eat off of by the time she finished.
She made sure I was clean on every inch, top and bottom, balls and butt crack. I have a short foreskin. Half my head is always poking out
beyond it. When I'm just a little stiff it pulls back and I look like I'm circumcised. Well, she pulled it down as far as it would go and scrubbed
thoroughly. I could feel myself getting stiffer as she cleaned it. I was getting so close to the point of no return. Another half a minute of her
handiwork and I would have blasted off all over her hands, sending loads of spunk to mix with the white bubbly suds.
Fortunately she finished before I exploded. She rinsed me off and dried me off when I got out of the tub. She said I was "well developed"
said I would make the girls swoon when they saw me in all my glory. I had no idea how soon that prediction would turn out to be true."
Chapter 6.
Now when I got back to England from my summer vacation trip to France I had no intention of ever telling this story. Not to my buddies at
school, not to another girl in the attempt to impress her, and certainly not to any member of my immediate family. My mom would have been
shocked to say the least. Mom probably would have gotten on her phone and caused a tremendous row with her sister for being so reckless, for
having no moral standards, for turning her boy into a juvenile delinquent at best and a pervert at the worst.
Telling this story to friends would have been difficult. Telling it to strangers in a strange room while hooked up to a Polygraph machine even
worse. Trying to get the words of the story out while a woman sucked my dick, well...you can imagine. I have seen my share of porn videos
in my time, seen scenes of fellatio on many occasion of jerking off. Never once have I seen any of the male actors attempt to carry on a normal
conversation while getting blown. The typical exchange of words is more like "Oh yes..That feels so good baby...Ooooh, Oooooh..."
Sometimes a guy in the video might ask a question. "You like my big one?...Where do you want me to shoot it on you? Will you be a good girl
and swallow it? That last question was in a more mainstream movie. In a porno the visible cum shot is required.
The woman wearing a witch mask made the getting sucked while I talked just that much weirder. I stumbled over some of the words at first,
sounded for a moment like a stutterer. I had to look away from the blowjob I was getting. While looking down at my crotch as my dick is fully
taken within the gaping mouth hole of the witch's mask I could barely get a word out. By looking away toward the masked people in attendance
on the other side of the room, I could maintain a semblance of order of my thoughts and got the story going. It was time to get to what they
wanted to hear. So far I had told them about having to take a bath.
"I was lying in bed, wearing nothing but boxers under the sheets, when Aunt Anna Marie told me I had to get cleaned up so she could take
me into the village. I was a bit groggy, still feeling the effects of the pain pills for the broken wrist. She tousled my hair, said I had lovely
blond locks and that I'd look like a young Thor if I had more muscle on my bones. Now I definitely had the hair to look like a Scandinavian
god, but I was just a few months past my sixteenth birthday. I was fairly tall already at six feet but in no way did I resemble Chris Hemsworth.
When she mentioned my muscles my Aunt squeezed my shoulder. Then she pulled the sheets down past my boxers and she rubbed my stomach
as if searching for my six pack of abs. Aunt Anna Marie yanked the sheets down all the way and she tickled my toes. "Wake up sleepy head"
she said and she walked off to the hallway. "I'll run your bath. If you're not there in a few minutes I'll be back and you'll be sorry..." and she
headed down the hallway to the bathroom. I could hear the water running into the tub. When I sat up I felt a jolt of pain in my wrist.
I wasn't anywhere near being able to do much and I wondered how I would manage getting myself washed. I had no answers when I stepped
into the bathroom a few minutes later.
"You can't get your cast wet, Kai," she said, and she tested the water for the right temperature. "You will have to keep your right hand out to
the side. But don't worry, your Aunty-poo is here to help you."
I remember my heart taking a jolt when I figured out that my aunt was going to assist me in getting washed. My dick took a little lurch in my
boxers. The words my aunt said went in my ears and straight down to my dick. I was soon more awake down there than my mind was.
"I don't know if that's a good idea Aunt Anna," I said.
She must have taken the tenting in my boxers as my body's real answer. Ignoring my feeble protest, she yanked my boxers down to the ankles.
My penis popped up to halfway sticking up. I think I turned red, the idea of getting washed by my aunt something I'd dread if I knew it was
coming in advance. Since I was standing there naked, my penis sticking out, I had do something and running away didn't seem to be an option.
I sat down at the edge of the tub, yanked the boxers off of my foot and handed them to her. I slid down into the tub and the water got turned
off.
I noticed how much light there was in the bathroom. Not only were the overhead lights on, the large window was open to let in fresh air with
the curtains tied up to the sides letting in the maximum amount of light. The bath water had no soap or suds yet, so the water was perfectly
clear and my body, my half erected dick was visible. Where was that bloody soap? I saw the bar of soap sitting at the other end of the tub
near the faucet fixtures. I wanted to grab it and start scrubbing so the water would start to get some soapy murkiness.
My Aunt shampooed my hair first. She thought of everything in advance that she needed. She had a ladle with a long handle that she could
scoop up water with to dunk over my head. After that the water got somewhat murky and I'm not as visible as I was before. But murky water
wasn't that much help. When my Aunt started rubbing the bar of soap across my chest and arms, then down my stomach, my dick kept getting
harder and it would pop up above the waterline. A couple inches of it, the head, sometimes a little more of the shaft showing, occasionally
lifted itself above the surface of the water. At seven and a half inches the thing just would not stay submerged.
After she did my chest and my back, then scrubbed the feet and legs up to the knees, I was told to stand up. "Got to scrub you everywhere
young buck, balls and all. And don't worry. I've seen everything."
It was unlike any dream I ever had. I had wet dreams where I remember kissing girls, getting a feel of their boobs. I remember waking up
drenched in the undies after dreaming about rubbing a turkey with cooking oil as I looked at the gaping expanse where the stuffing goes and
thinking about plugging the hole with my boy sausage. I have no idea why I was dreaming that. No idea why I'm telling you that. But I never
dreamed I'd be bathed by someone like my mom or an aunt. That doesn't even happen in movies, not regular movies. Porn movies do things
like that but it just doesn't look right when the "kid" in the video looks like he's over twenty. I was just sixteen and not prepared for that.
There wasn't any way out of it, so I just stood up in the tub. My dick was nearly fully hard sticking straight out and a little bit upward. Aunty
soaped up her hand and she grabbed my schlong and really went at it. My crotch was clean enough to eat off of by the time she finished.
She made sure I was clean on every inch, top and bottom, balls and butt crack. I have a short foreskin. Half my head is always poking out
beyond it. When I'm just a little stiff it pulls back and I look like I'm circumcised. Well, she pulled it down as far as it would go and scrubbed
thoroughly. I could feel myself getting stiffer as she cleaned it. I was getting so close to the point of no return. Another half a minute of her
handiwork and I would have blasted off all over her hands, sending loads of spunk to mix with the white bubbly suds.
Fortunately she finished before I exploded. She rinsed me off and dried me off when I got out of the tub. She said I was "well developed"
said I would make the girls swoon when they saw me in all my glory. I had no idea how soon that prediction would turn out to be true."