My sex life started when........(Part 1)
As a 12-year old boy scout when, one day at Summer camp, four older scouts two or three years older than me, trapped, held and abused me in isolation for their own 'entertainment and amusement' for maybe as much as 3 full hours, and so transforming me from the shy, devout Catholic, virgin schoolboy I was into a rabid, uncontrollable gay-sex addict - and shortly afterwards, thanks to the scouts' further threat, to advance to a sucking-off-strangers, cum-eating teenage maniac - but that comes later.
It all began when, one day at camp on the North Yorkshire moors, they nabbed me alone, yanked down my khaki shorts (I'm sure just to stop me kicking out or running away). And 'no underpants' was the rule in my troop - rare but not unknown. Wrestled to the ground and pinned down by main 'bully' kneeling over my chest with his knees on my shoulders, where I was plied me with beer and forced a cigarette between my lips - of course I'd not had any alcohol at all till then, nor (of course) had smoked - but despite my protests, my coughing and spluttering they persisted. They were trying to corrupt my prayerful goody-goodiness - and they so fuckin' succeeded! It suddenly escalated when I heard a voice laughing, shout "Hey! Look at his knoll!!!"('Knoll' in those days was then the 'in-word' for cock). God alone knows why, but although I was hating being so humiliated, I'd turned hard. I can only guess it was something to do with being so intimately played with - the bully on top of me had his groin so close to my face I can still recall feeling the 'heat' coming through his shorts. So there I was, lying on my back, with my unseen-before, virgin cock now pointing straight up to the skies. "He's a homo! Homo! Homo! Homo!" they shouted in glee.
........to be continued in Part 2.......How I'd started being a boy scout as a tenderfoot, then only a few weeks later was viciously caned in front of the whole troop and kicked out, permanently expelled from the Scout Association - with a tenderbum ! (Over 60 years later and I can still feel the hot sting of it!)
It all began when, one day at camp on the North Yorkshire moors, they nabbed me alone, yanked down my khaki shorts (I'm sure just to stop me kicking out or running away). And 'no underpants' was the rule in my troop - rare but not unknown. Wrestled to the ground and pinned down by main 'bully' kneeling over my chest with his knees on my shoulders, where I was plied me with beer and forced a cigarette between my lips - of course I'd not had any alcohol at all till then, nor (of course) had smoked - but despite my protests, my coughing and spluttering they persisted. They were trying to corrupt my prayerful goody-goodiness - and they so fuckin' succeeded! It suddenly escalated when I heard a voice laughing, shout "Hey! Look at his knoll!!!"('Knoll' in those days was then the 'in-word' for cock). God alone knows why, but although I was hating being so humiliated, I'd turned hard. I can only guess it was something to do with being so intimately played with - the bully on top of me had his groin so close to my face I can still recall feeling the 'heat' coming through his shorts. So there I was, lying on my back, with my unseen-before, virgin cock now pointing straight up to the skies. "He's a homo! Homo! Homo! Homo!" they shouted in glee.
........to be continued in Part 2.......How I'd started being a boy scout as a tenderfoot, then only a few weeks later was viciously caned in front of the whole troop and kicked out, permanently expelled from the Scout Association - with a tenderbum ! (Over 60 years later and I can still feel the hot sting of it!)
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