Ben Masters’ Story

From: Ben Masters

This is a true story, some names have been changed.
Comments to benm99999@hotmail.com
Usual disclaimers and warnings of explicite content apply.
Author’s Copyright applies.

Chapter One – “The Bum Screw”

My first recollection of a sexual experience is from about 7 or 8 years of
age. I was spending part of the summer holidays on my Grandmother’s farm.
It was in the days of steam driven trains and magneto telephones – not too
long after WWII.

There was a duck pond at the bottom of the hill surrounded by willow trees
and other shrubs and bushes, it was quite dense. There was a causeway
across the pond and a bridge in the middle – to my small eyes the pond was
really more like a small lake. All rather like a chapter out of the book
“The Swallows and the Amazons”.

Older cousins had a fuel tank from a war plane as a boat – it was an
aluminium streamlined affair that had probably been suspended under a
aircraft wing. I teamed up with a cousin of similar age whom I had not met
before. We paddled across the pound and up the creek which flowed through
the “lake”.

I remember my mother telling me about my late grandfather who had died of
lung cancer way back some twenty-five or more years before. It was around
the time of the First World War and the family had bought it’s first motor
car. It was a flash Buick.

No licences were needed in those days – Grandad climbed in the car at the
top of the hill where the salesman had left it. He set off down the hill
heading for the tight 90deg bend on to the causeway. Grandad James was
last heard shouting out “whow you bugger whow – whow damn-it you bugger…”
as he disappeared into the pond he was still pulling on the steering wheel
as if it were reins fastened to a buggy horse. That was the last time he
ever drove.

After that it was Nanna’s task to drive the car everywhere. Another
anecdote was the story of Mum and her brothers driving off to the movies
(silent of course) one evening and coming out of the cinema some 15 miles
from home, they found a row of five or six hens perched on the front axle
of the car where they had bedded down for the night before the car set off
for the movies.

Another movie story was a romantic outing with a boyfriend, and about 30
minutes into the film there was a snuffling sound approaching from the rear
of the cinema. It was the family farm dog – he had followed the car and
was checking each row until he found Mum cuddled up with her man.

Anyway, back to the pond. My cousin and I paddled up the creek which was
totally covered by trees and came across a tunnelled out underground hut
our older cousins and siblings had dug. We went in – no-one was there, so
we chatted – my cousin asked if I had every had a “bum screw” I had no idea
what that was and said I hadn’t – he offered to show me. “It’s really
great” he said, “it feels real nice”.

He then proceeded to take his pants off and told me to do the same. Then I
was told to lay on my stomach and he proceeded to insert is wee dicky in my
bum. It did feel good – in fact it felt great. After he had humped me for
a few minutes it was my turn. Wow – this was even better. I can’t
remember if we had any lube or not – but I don’t recall any discomfort and
it all seemed pretty smooth going so maybe we used spit.

Anyway – the visit to Nanna was soon over – but the summer holidays were
still in progress. I arrived back home to our own farm. There was a
cottage on the farm which was let to a family – the father ran a one
man/one truck transport company. He collected the cans of cream from all
the farms in the district and took them to the local dairy factory where
butter was made.

That family had three kids, a girl my age and a brother about 9 years old
and a much younger brother. Mary and I used to play doctors – she would
check my genitals and I would check her’s. It wasn’t until I was very much
older I realised she had a deformity. Her clitoris was very enlarged. In
fact it protruded from her vagina like a tiny penis and had a little purple
knob on the end.

Anyway she wouldn’t let me insert my little “stiffy” in her “twot” but she
did often jerk me off till I had a great dry orgasm. What I did notice
after each orgasm was that when I had a piss the urine was thicker and was
slippery – I had heard about cum so I always carefully checked everything
that I voided after an orgasm, I couldn’t wait until I actually shot my
first load. And – do you know – for the life of me I can not recollect
when I first shot a load of spunk !

One day a few weeks after the sexual experience at my Grandmother’s place,
I was playing with Mary’s older brother John. I asked him if he had ever
heard of “bum screwing” – he said yes and would I like to play it with him.
When you are 7 or 8 you are pretty incautious – so we just flipped our
trolleys on their sides on the farm lane that we were racing along and
dropped our pants, lay down behind the trolleys and proceeded to fuck each
other. It was nice – John’s cock was a bit bigger than mine and my
cousin’s so it felt even better up my arse.

This became a regular past-time but not being spontaneous like the first
encounter John and I were a bit more discrete and went down the back of the
farm and hid in some scrub.

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Chapter Two “Outed”

Things were going gang-busters – we were enjoying a great sex life. Bum
screwing was the only exploit though, we hadn’t discovered sucking. One
day there was a shout from behind us – “Here they are Dad I’ve caught them”
It was my oldest brother Robert – he was 17 and was in High School. He had
obviously been trailing us and it seemed he had told Dad what we were up
to. There was a mad scramble as we tried to escape. Dad administered his
discipline with his razor strop. It was a wide trap about 3 feet long that
he sharpened his cut throat razor on.

I had visions of it cutting in to my bare arse. It took a few minutes for
us to realise it was a bluff and Dad wasn’t there – only Robert. Oh the
relief. That was all there was too it – until about a week or two later.
My parents were keen bowlers and every Thursday night they would go out
bowling. Robert volunteered to stay home and baby-sit me and my two year
old sister Christine. My other brother Greg. would go out to play Table
Tennis.

Robert supervised my bath and then asked me if I would like to hope up on
his bed – he shared a room with Greg who was 15 – I had my own room. He
offered to read me a story. Then he dropped his trousers and pulled out
this 7 inch erection. I had never seen such a thing. He had hairs around
it – Like me it was circumcised but it looked as big as my wrist.

He asked if I would like him to bum screw me – I told him “no way – it
would hurt too much.” “No it wouldn’t hurt” he said – “I do it to John and
he loves it”. If you don’t let me do it I will tell Dad what you have been
doing with John and Mary. I was trapped.

Robert got some Brylcreem and lubricated my wee pink winkle. Then he slid
his big cock in to me. I can still remember the feeling of amazement when
it never really hurt. But boy it felt great – I had a dry orgasm as he
pounded my prostate. When it was over he asked me to fuck him. I had a
hard erection of my 3 or 4″ cocklet. So I shoved it in to him.

Being a pretty spunky teenager he was ready for some more “nookie”, this
time he said “do you want Brylcreme or do you want me to spunk for you?” I
had no idea what he was talking about. Next thing he had rolled on his
side – facing me and jerked off. Soon he was breathing really heavily -
just like when he was doubling me up a steam hill on his bike – he slowed
down the tugging of his big cock and started to eased off very gently then
he just let this thick white stuff dribble out into his hand. I was
transfixed – fascinated – I had never seen such a thing. He rubbed it all
over his hard 7″ cock and put the some up my bum. Then he was into me
again.

I had to go to the toilet – we had an outside loo – it originally was a
long drop but as the family prospered (it’s all relative though – we were
actually still pretty hard up) – the loo was converted to a proper WC – it
was still outside down the garden path. I was scared of the dark so had to
light matches one after the other as I sat there trying to get rid of the
“gallons” of white youth cum that was up my arse.

That led to recriminations and a hiding from Dad for playing with matches.
I was able to flush away the cum – the matches floated around in the pan
and incriminated me. I guess he would have been feeling really guilty if
he had ever known the circumstances of my visits to the toilet. Oh -
something-else – to this day I have a strong aversion to the smell of
Brylcreem, I can’t stand it.

Next Thursday Robert told me – as soon as we got home from school, don’t
take a leak – save your piss for later. I had no idea what was up – but he
was my big Bro. so I obeyed. Later that night it was time for him to get
sexual relief up me again. After he had cum a couple of times he asked me
to get a stiffy and poke it up his arse. No piss in me he said.
Strangely, at that age – it was possible to piss during an erection.
That’s something I have never been able to do since puberty. Anyway I
emptied my bladder in to him and he seemed pretty happy.

I was an advanced student – a voracious reader. I knew “all about” sex – I
knew how babies were made. I had a baby sister 7 years younger than me. I
knew that Christine was made by my father putting his cock up my mother’s
bum and many months later she pooped out a baby. I had seen bulls fucking
cows and then in the spring the cows lifted up their tail and shitted out a
calf.

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Chapter Three “I’m Pregnant ?”

I was terrified – I thought I would get pregnant and then the secret of my
sex life would be out. I fretted to the point where I got sick. I read up
about VD. I imagined I would get syphilis, yaws or other dreadful
diseases.

I read up about them and became totally fixated on my genitals. The day
came when I developed a big blister on my penis. I nearly had a stroke
when I had my regular inspection of my equipment. I realise now realise it
was probably a mosquito bite from lying face down in some scrub at the back
of the farm.

The day came when Mum discovered blood in my pyjama pants – big deal -
there was a telephone consultation with the doctor and haemorrhoids were
diagnosed. This was a family trait – my Dad had them so I guess it was
understandable that the doctor may make this presumption. However, I hope
that should such a thing happen today the doctor would make a proper
physical examination. I am sure “the balloon would have gone up” had he
taken one look at my grossly enlarged anus.

Suppositories were prescribed and I remember having these brown coloured
bullets shoved up my arse each night. Oh – great – just what Robert needed
glycerine based soothing pellets that melted in my hot arse just in time
for you cock to do more damage.

Slowly I developed a sort of paranoia about VD (STD these days) – and month
after month I seemed to get away without getting pregnant. Eventually I
hit on a plan to prevent being got at by my predatory paedophile brother.
I told Mum I was sick – she was a great one for taking temperatures – I
think it was pretty much the done thing those days – I had to fake a
temperature – having become pretty neurotic I was well aware that 98.4 F
was “normal” and that 99.5F would be enough to avoid school but not enough
to call the ambulance.

Mu first attempt was to pop the thermometer on my hotwater bottle for a few
secs. Wow – 110F – “Shit – I was done for” I managed to give it a couple
of decent flicks to get it down a bit – damn – 96F – bugger – I must have
malaria now – Success came when I worked out how to rub the thermometer
bulb on my pyjama jacket.

The doctor came each day – “mmmm “— he said, looking serious. After
several weeks I realised that my temperature was 99.5 to 100F before I even
tampered with the reading.

But I had achieved my goal – I was safely in bed within hearing of the
kitchen and safe from any sexual molestation. Then a bombshell ! I am
going to admit you to hospital the doctor said. Christ I had overdone it
this time – and I hadn’t even touched the thermometer.

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Chapter Four “Hospital”

I was taken to hospital and admitted to the isolation ward. Here I was 10
years old by now – in a room all by myself – out through the window I could
see across the yard in to another ward. It was the TB ward and a kindly
patient waved to me. Visitors were limited to parents and other family.
Two nurses came in with a trolley one tied a brown coloured thin rubber
tube around my upper arm and held my arm out flat – no explanation. They
tapped around inside my elbow looking for a vein in my pea-stick arm. Then
the produced a bloody great hypodermic syringe that looked like something
Dad used on cows with milk fever. They plunged it in to my arm – shit – it
hurt.

One nurse pulled on the plunger – it was well before vacuum syringes were
developed – this was a bloody great glass and chrome plated brass beauty.
They sucked my arm dry long before the syringe was half full. The other
nurse flicked off the tourniquet and blood filled the tiny vein and the
glass tube was filled.

The nurses had such trouble finding a decent blood vessel to get samples
from. they decided to leave the needle in and to unclip the syringe – this
was also before the invention of quick change vials. The disconnection of
the needle entailed a 90 degree rotation of the apparatus – that hurt.
They hadn’t remembered to replace the tourniquet so next thing my fear
struck heart was pump great squirts of blood over the end of the bed.
There were three people panicking – and I later discovered if Matron
McKenzie found out there would be hell to pay. After much discomfort
another syringe was attached and more blood extracted. No counselling no
rooming in of Mum no entertainment except my Enid Blyton books – no
explanation of what was happening.

A couple of days later I was started on a course of penicillin – this
comprised of a thumping great syringe full of thick white stuff plunged in
to alternate cheeks of my butt each morning. The nurse didn’t poke it in -
they threw it at my butt. It hurt and it took ages to be pumped in. I
wasn’t allowed to step foot on the floor – this went on for weeks.

Luckily for me I was soon moved in to a room with two three boys. They
were both 14 so a bit past my age group – but it was company. Every day or
so Matron McKenzie would do her rounds – there were single, twin and triple
rooms. We heard her coming. “Good morning”, “How are You?”, “Feeling
Better?” One day – the place was overflowing and we had an extra kid in
our room – that made four of us. Instead of the usual “Good Morning, How
are You?. Feeling Better, we got an extra “Oh hullo” as she was totally
thrown off her routine.

Then she say the dozen or so toilet rolls thrown out the windows of the
children’s ward next door – they were beautifully draped of a tracery of
radio aerials that long term patients had been permitted to have strung up.
Matron McKenzie was a spinster and seemed as mean as cat’s pee so she went
ape-shit at the wanton waste.

It was useful being in a room with a couple of worldly 14 year olds – they
explained a few things to me about sex – like you get a non stop stiffy for
six weeks then you can shoot spunk from you cock after the stiffy goes
down. Hell – I was in awe every morning wondering if my morning woody
would go down or stay for the duration.

One night a nurse came in say “I have a big surprise for you soon” – she
had a trolley with a white cover over it and it smelled of Dettol. Half an
hour went by then she came back. Pulled the screens around me and told me
to pull my pyjama pants down and lay on my stomach. She popped some
wadding under my waist and told be to put my legs apart. Deja vu – I was
gonna get fucked. I was petrified – no explanation – no comforting words -
just a thrust of something cold up my arse then she started to pump me up -
I was ridgid I couldn’t speak – I just lay there.

When it was over she put a bed pan next to me and said – try and hold it in
as long as you can – then use the pan. I was in shock – a ten year old who
had been regularly raped since age 7 or so. Was I having an abortion or
what. I may have had a high IQ but I was still a very fragile infant. To
this day I have a hankering to see my hospital records – did I infact have
syphilis? What were all those massive doses of penicillin for? After
about three months or so I was allowed to go home – it took quite a while
to gain enough strength to walk – but eventually I was OK.

It was summer holidays again and I had time to recuperate. Back to school
- by now I was very neurotic. I took my pulse every few hours – checked my
temperature night and morning. But At last Robert had gone of to join the
workforce and had taken up fucking girls so I went in to a sort of
quiescent state – nothing happened sexually and it’s almost as if I forgot
all about such things. It was a great time.

Then puberty struck – wham. I don’t remember my first live shot of cum.
But by about 14 I was shaving and shooting. I had a really good buddy.
Errol – we jerked off at every opportunity – he had a much bigger cock than
me – longer and fatter – mine peaked at just on six inches. We could shoot
three times in 20 minutes during our wanking contests. He fucked me but I
dont remember fucking him. Errol was the first person to suck me off. It
was a number of years before I could do that – now I could out do Linda
Lovelace. I can handle at least nine inches right to the pubes.