The Mormon Boy
from the net, circa 1998
A bratty teenage boy is stripped and stroked by a gang of girls.
----- This is a story told to me by a lady friend a few years back.
The facts and statements of the characters are just as she related
them; the names have been changed to protect the innocent and the
not-so-innocent. I've taken modest literary license to enhance the
telling of the tale. -----
My first up-close experience with the private parts of the male
species was most unusual. Some backgound...
When I was seven we relocated from the east to a small mining town
in central Utah when my father, an engineer, was offered a good job
with the mine. Like most of Utah, the population was overwhelmingly
Mormon. My first day in school, I was asked if I was LDS (Latter Day
Saints, the official name of the religion) so often that felt like I
should have been wearing a sign saying I wasn't! At any rate, my
sister and brother and I soon made good friends among the non-Mormon
minority and, by virtue of being something of an outgroup, our little
gang was real tight all through school.
The summer after I finished seventh grade, Jodie (a year older)
and I were invited to a weekend swim party/sleepover that we were
really looking forward to. Our friend Ann was one of the oldest of
our gang, almost sixteen at the time, and her parents gave her
permission for the get-together while they were away. Ann's sister,
Cindy, was home from college and was to chaperone the affair at their
parent's beautiful home in the country (their dad was a vice-president
of the mining company). Thing was, Cindy was 'cool' and Ann had
titillated us with promises of booze and hints about dirty videos that
Cindy brought home from back east! (Ann and Cindy's family were Jack
Mormons - folks with Mormon roots that had strayed from the religion
and wanted to enjoy life a little!)
So, on Friday evening, parents dropped off six excited girls age
thirteen to sixteen and the fun commenced. It felt real grown-up to
be sipping rum and coke with our pizza. And it was appropriate to the
meal that the video Ann put on after we changed into our pajamas was
about the adventures of a pizza delivery boy! Now, I'd seen my little
brother's weiner often enough when we were growing up and I knew about
the birds and bees but I sure wasn't prepared for the thing that pizza
boy took on his rounds! I'm sure I shared the look of shock I saw on
Jodie and most of the other girls. As we giggled away at the movie, a
couple of the older girls who'd had some experience tried to reassure
us that they usually weren't that big. Though one of them wondered,
quite innocently, whether or not penises kept growing when boys got
past their teenage years - the pizza 'boy' had to have been at least
25. Cindy joined us for a while, and with the sophistication of a
college girl informed us that eight inch hardons were common in
x-rated movies but in real life it was rare to run across one bigger
than six inches. She gave us a fascinating little lecture about the
variety of sizes and shapes to be found in male equipment!
At any rate, the video and Cindy's commentary certainly filled in
lots of gaps in our sex education and it was probably 2 am before we
finally stopped talking about what'd we'd seen - I drifted off to
sleep wondering if I would ever really want one of those things in my
mouth! All in all, I was more disgusted than anything else; I sure
wasn't feeling anything sexual. And I knew from our conversation that
most of my friends shared my attitude; there were lots of 'ish!' and
'ick!' comments, especially about the liquid aspects of what we'd
seen. I don't think any of us seventh and eighth graders realized sex
was quite so umm... messy. Looking back, I hardly think hardcore porn
is the best way to introduce curious young girls to the joys of sex!
But I digress...
The next morning, I was a little woozy from the rum and a couple
of the girls were in worse shape but we'd all pretty much recovered by
the afternoon as we lounged around the pool in the huge fenced-in yard
- screwdrivers and rum and cokes in hand. Cindy was enjoying the
older sister role as she explained how to drink enough to maintain a
nice buzz without getting sick! A friend of hers, Brenda, had joined
us for the day, and seemed to really get a kick out of Cindy's alcohol
tutorial. Also, Cindy, Brenda, Ann and Carol were smoking cigarettes
but that activity had never really appealed to me.
Alas, it seemed that our fun was about to come to a grinding halt
when Cindy came out of the house about two o'clock and told us to
clear away the alcohol and cigarettes. She'd just had a call from
her aunt; a relative had died and she and her husband needed to get to
Salt Lake to catch an airplane. They'd found some folks to take care
of their three girls but they were going to drop off their boys in
half an hour. The good news was that the younger boy was going to
eventually be picked up by a friend's family; the bad news was that
we'd be stuck with his fourteen year old brother for the duration of
the weekend.
Unlike Ann and Cindy's family, their aunt and uncle and their
brood were full-blown practicing Mormons. It wouldn't have been good
for them to discover our sinful activities and, despite their liberal
beliefs, Ann's parents certainly wouldn't have approved of Cindy's
providing booze and smokes to a group of young girls. The problem was
compounded by the fact that our uninvited guest, Andy, was a proven
goody-goody snitch. He and one of his holy friends managed to get
Carol and her boyfriend expelled from school for a week the previous
year when they ratted on them for smoking behind the bus garage during
a football game. While none of us was pleased about this interruption
of our weekend, Carol was really pissed!
The bunch of us did some emergency planning to try to salvage as
much of our freedom as possible. Cindy said she'd try to keep Andy
away from us and she OK'ed setting up a bar in Ann's room so we could
sneak up there for drinks. She even provided Binaca in case we
couldn't avoid Andy's presence.
When the boys arrived, they came out to the pool to check things
out but soon retired to the den to play video games. However, Andy
returned in short order wearing his swim trunks after his brother
left. He was completely unimpressed by Cindy's suggestions that he
not interrupt the girls-only party.
Andy was a good looking boy, about five-nine, slender, with a cute
face and a nice mop of light brown hair and bright hazel eyes.
Unfortunately, his personality hardly matched his appealing physical
qualities. I didn't realize it at the time - and I generally despise
stereotypes - but this was a typical rural Mormon young man. Holier
than thou about all the don'ts of his religion and an attitude born of
generations that women were put on earth to be inferior to men. Even
as an adult, I have difficulty describing the nuances of this view of
the sexes; suffice it to say that Andy felt like going for a swim that
day and the fact that seven females were offended by his presence just
didn't matter. Our tongues loosened by the alcohol, we were hardly
shy about expressing our feelings but he just laughed off the
disparaging comments. It was almost like we weren't there.
And he felt entirely free to engage in horseplay with the younger
girls in the pool. Despite our protests, he'd grab us and wrestle us
under the water; his favorite trick was to sneak up behind you and jab
you in the ribs to see how high you'd jump and then pin you against
the side of the pool while he tickled you. In retrospect, I suppose
this Mormon adolescent was simply taking advantage of his God-given
right to cop a feel of feminine flesh when the opportunity presented
itself. I guess we could've retreated to Ann's room or somewhere else
in the house but it had kind of become a contest of wills to not let
him spoil our pool party.
Ann eventually had Cindy come out to tell Andy to knock it off but
he just ignored her strongly-worded appeal that he go in the house and
let the girls enjoy their party. He cooled it for a while, but soon
after Cindy left, he was up to his old tricks. After a booze run to
Ann's room with a couple of other girls, I was half-napping in a
lounge chair when I heard a scream. I suppose out of revenge for
tattling, Andy had chosen Ann as his next victim. She was sunning
herself face down when Andy assaulted her, tickling her sides
mercilessly while she hollered and laughed and tried to get up. Once
she got free, she used some very un-Mormon language, exhorting the
rest of us to 'get the little shit!'.
There were four of us at the pool and the chase was on. Andy
leaped into the pool but quickly jumped out when we went in after him.
He was laughing at us as he scurried toward the house but found the
entrance blocked by our three friends and Cindy who'd been attracted
by the comotion. The other girls joined the pursuit and it wasn't
long before we had the boy pinned to the ground. Thing was, he wasn't
really bothered by this turn of events and didn't even struggle much;
he was still laughing and actually seemed to be enjoying the attention
from a gaggle of swimsuit-clad girls. Ann said something about
'seeing how much you like to be tickled' and we attacked his belly and
sides but to no effect! The damn kid wasn't ticklish and he was smug
as hell that we weren't going to have our vengeance - it was
infuriating!
I'll tell you, his attitude changed radically when someone
suggested 'try his feet' and a couple of girls began stroking his
soles. His weak spot! He squealed like a stuck pig and began kicking
furiously as we struggled to control him. He fought like a demon but
it was seven against one and it wasn't long before we again had him
pinned securely in the grass. God, it was great fun to watch the jerk
squirm while he laughed uncontrollably and screamed like a little
girl! His face was as red as a beet and it looked like the veins in
his neck were about to explode! I guess we girls must've looked
pretty comical too as we jockeyed for position, moving around his body
while holding him down to make sure we each got our shot at his
sensitive feet. It was during these lapses while we readjusted
ourselves that Andy alternately hollered to 'get off me you bitches!'
or begged us to stop with childish promises to leave us alone. As
time passed, the later entreaties became much more common from the now
totally abashed boy. Not surprisingly, Cindy and Brenda just stood by
with big grins and showed no inclination to intervene.
It's hard to say how long this went on but events took a startling
turn when one of the girls let out a loud drawn out 'OH MY GAAWD!!'
and pointed at Andy's crotch. Lordy! Clearly outlined in the wet
boxer trunks was a most interesting cylindrical form stretching from
the groin to the top of the left hip!. There were squeals of delight
when someone shouted 'he's got a boner!!' though I know I and my more
naieve friends were in a state of shock to find ourselves suddenly
confronted in person by that which we'd seen so graphically depicted
in the movie the night before.
Taken aback by this unexpected development, we must've relaxed our
hold on the boy and he managed to break free. It was just amazing to
see Andy's hard thing bouncing in his swim trunks as he ran the thirty
or so yards to the door! Although she was almost beside herself with
laughter, Brenda managed to cut off his escape, arriving at the
entrance a split second before him. The two of them wrestled for a
bit as he tried to push past but as the rest of us arrived, Andy took
off across the yard.
Another chase ensued, this one longer than the first since the kid
now truly wanted to escape. Nevertheless, he was soon in our grasp,
struggling desperately on his stomach and then doubled up to prevent
us from examining his crotch. I think we all sighed in disappointment
when we finally got him turned over and straightened out to discover a
small lump where something much larger and more interesting had been
so recently. Grabbing the kid's left foot, Ann announced that she
knew how to 'bring his hardon back'. Almost simultaneously, Carol
shouted 'Let's take his trunks off!!'
Ahh... now there was a suggestion to give one pause! Though he'd
appeared pretty worn out from his exertions, Andy suddenly found new
energy, struggling frantically lest the unthinkable come to pass. He
threatened and begged, pleaded and threatened as we hesitated. I'm
sure we all knew what we wanted to do but feared crossing some line.
As one of the junior partners in this venture, I realized that others
would make the final decision; I could only hope at the outcome! I
don't remember anyone saying much of anything and Ann eventually
looked inquiringly to our chaperone. I recall Cindy's words verbatim
as she passed sentence on her cousin: "Do what you want; the brat's
got it coming! He's not gonna tell his daddy he let a bunch of girls
get him bare naked." A panicked Andy screamed, "I will so tell!!" but
Cindy sealed his fate with her cool reply, "Then I'll tell your mom
that you exposed yourself to the little ones. She'll believe me; she
thinks my shit don't smell." Now, I'd never heard that last phrase
before and, given the nervous tension of the moment, I cracked up
uncontrollably. It took a disgusted look from my sister to let me
know that I was embarassing myself!
After her pronouncement, Cindy took Brenda's arm and ushered her
toward the house, figuring that we were entitled to some privacy in
our little adventure and probably wanting to be able to intercept any
unexpected visitors who might wander back to the pool. Brenda
obviously wanted to stay for the festivities but went willingly after
Cindy whispered something to her. We learned later from Ann that the
two of them watched everything from Cindy's window.
Anyway, Ann and Carol were running the show and after the older
girls left there was only a moment's delay before Carol untied the
drawstring of Andy's trunks and started yanking them down. The boy
just kept hollering 'No! No! No!' while shaking his blushing head
violently back and forth as we watched Carol's efforts wide-eyed. The
poor kid let out the strangest groaning noise as his privates came
into the view of seven curious females lusting for revenge! It took a
bit of struggling with the boy's scissoring legs before Ann, located
at the south end of our victim, took over from her compatriot and
managed to work Andy's shorts off his feet.
We were all giggling to beat the band as the now-naked boy
continued to try to fight us, tears starting to roll down his crimson
cheeks from tightly shut eyes. Inevitably, the comments started... I
have to admit that I was quite puzzled by what I was looking at. I
just couldn't reconcile the pudgy wrinkled worm that wriggled around
in the squirming boy's groin with the outline that had been so
prominently displayed not long before. Jodie and I exchanged glances,
our sisterly non-verbal communication confirming that I was not alone
in my confusion. Chalk it up to the porn film and its typical
insistence on showing the male member only in its aggressive state;
we'd never seen pizza boy with a real softie and were ignorant of the
disparity that can exist between relaxed and aroused... A similarly
innocent friend expressed these thoughts out loud, "But it's so
little!" Carol and Ann cracked up and taunted the supremely
embarassed boy about his little weiner, puny pickle, etc.
There's no doubt that these two were enjoying the hell out of
tormenting the tormentor and it wasn't long before Ann acted on her
promise to 'make it bigger', tickling away at the feet that had
already betrayed the boy once that day. Oh how he laughed and
screamed and cried, all at the same time! The whole while his bottom
bounced up and down, his dick and balls flipping and flopping every
which way! His thing had indeed started to thicken and grow when
Carol, saying something about 'another ticklish place', shocked us all
by reaching under the kid's plump testicles. Ann stopped tickling and
we all stared in awe as Carol's fluttering fingers worked their magic,
Andy's penis stretching gradually toward his belly button while he
moaned softly, eyes jammed closed trying to block out what was
happening to him!
Ever the brave one, Carol then gently took the boy's stiff thing
in her hand and pried it away from his belly, showing off her
handiwork to the rest of us as we craned our necks to examine the
trophy from various angles. Not nearly the dimensions of pizza boy
but fascinating nevertheless - a thick five inches curving slightly to
the side, pink-white with a grayish area under the fat funny-looking
mushroom head that flared from the shaft much more than the one in the
movie. Yet another round of laughter erupted when Carol suddenly let
go and the thing bounced off its owner's belly with a fleshy WHOP!
There was hesitation among us neophytes when Carol suggested we have a
feel and someone used this pause in the action to suggest we move from
the hot afternoon sun to a shady spot. I think it was Ann who made a
crack about not wanting Andy to get a painful sunburn as we lifted the
humiliated kid to his feet and worked him toward the trees at the edge
of the yard.
Andy didn't have much fight left in him at this point and he
mumbled 'please' a lot as he implored us to let him go. It was really
something to see the nude boy's stiffie pointing skyward, wagging and
wobbling lewdly as he feebly resisted our pulling and shoving. And I
couldn't help following Jodie's lead when I saw her brushing the grass
and dirt off Andy's derriere. As good an excuse as any to cop a
curious feel of the cute white bottom that jutted out provocatively as
he tried to hold back; I was intrigued to discover that I could see
his balls from behind, all hangy-downy, jiggling between his legs.
Once we had Andy affixed to the grass in the shade, Carol gave his
slightly wilted boner a few rubs to restore it to its full glory and
invited the rest of us to join in. More hesitation, giggling, and
mutual daring before, one by one, we took her up on her offer. Such
an experience as we embarassedly felt and exchanged shy comments about
penis and testicles; I swear our faces were every bit as red as our
victim's! Andy had grown quiet by this time, more from shock and
exhaustion than stoicism. So we were quite startled when our
examination was interrupted by a strangled 'Aaaargh!!'; one of our
group had gotten a bit too aggressive in her fondling of his balls!
Needless to say, I found the whole affair quite exciting, though not
really sexual in the way I'd later experience such feelings. It was
the excitement of the new and forbidden; I was enthralled by the soft
skin on the hard dick, hot to the touch, the rubbery head, the
delicate nuts in their strange wrinkled sack, the patch of dark brown
pubic hair not unlike my own. ... And I truly enjoyed the humiliation
of the cocky, selfish boy, naked and at our mercy as we explored his
unwanted arousal!
We continued to play with the boy's stuff with only Ann abstaining
- the incest taboo preventing such intimate contact with a first
cousin, I suppose. Eventually, Carol motioned probing hands from the
kid's groin, took the jutting erection in her fist and began to pump
rhythmically. Excited whispers among the assemblage, "She's jacking
him off!!", "Will it squirt?"... And Andy again found his voice, a
halting, guttural, "Don't... do... that...!" I could feel his body
stiffen as I manned my position, pressing his thigh to the ground.
I was expecting something to happen quickly and was surprised when
it didn't... We looked on with rapt silence, broken only by a
sporadic groan from Andy, as Carol continued her stroking. When her
arm grew tired and she released the phallus, I couldn't resist
reaching over to touch the organ that had become a shiny redish
purple. Reflexively, I yanked my hand back when the fascinating thing
jumped off the boy's belly and quivered in the air! Another round of
excited giggles circled the kid as others repeated my gesture and we
marveled at the effect. None of us had the nerve to imitate Carol's
actions and she eventually picked up where she left off. There were
some excited squeals when a drop of fluid escaped the hole at the
organ's end and moistened the swollen head, but Ann explained that
this wasn't the main event, "Boys dribble before they shoot".
Again weary, Carol shook the cramp from her hand, readjusted her
position and gripped the boy once more, this time holding the turgid
penis between her thumb and three fingers - you could see the skin
sliding up and down the shaft as she resumed the masturbation. With a
husky voice, she told one of the girls to play with the balls and it
wasn't long before Andy started a cadence of throaty moaning-grunting.
His head was cocked back, teeth clenched, eyes still closed tightly.
I felt him tighten even more and out of the corner of my eye I could
see his toes splaying as he strained against the girls holding his
ankles. As Carol quickened her movements, the boy's rear lifted off
the grass and the first jet of viscous liquid spurted from the
vibrating purple plum above Carol's hand! Then another... and
another... four or five, arching high into the air and splattering the
boy's belly and chest before a series of lesser emissions flowed over
Carol's slowing fingers.
Mesmerized by the display, no one said anything for a long
while... Carol wiped her hand nonchalantly in the grass and then
headed toward the pool and towels for a more thorough cleaning.
Andy's body had gone limp and he just lied there with his chest rising
and falling, his still-purple member shrinking to lie shriveled and
slick with semen atop his similarly drenched pubic hair. One of the
girls eventually muttered an awed "Wow!" and another giggled, "It's
like Old Faithful!" - annointing Andy with a nickname that our little
group would use forever after. ...You see, the porn flick hadn't
prepared us for Andy's performance; pizza boy was an oozer, not a
shooter, and our mentors neglected to educate us about the variabiity
of male physiology.
Andy eventually opened his eyes; his crimson face scrunched up
comically as he raised his head and surveyed his cum-soaked torso.
Looking as if he was rousing himself from a bad dream, he wobbled to
his feet once he realized that we were no longer restraining him. He
stood clumsily, hesitated in a moment of wild-eyed disorientation,
then jammed his hands into his sticky crotch. The final giggles of
the afternoon accompanied Andy's hunched-over bare-naked scurry across
the lawn to the safety of the back door!
In the moments after Andy's orgasm, an uncomfortable reality
settled on the group. The look on Carol's face as she returned
reflected the vague sense of guilt and shame that we felt. The effect
of the alcohol that had facillitated the events of the day was wearing
off; let's face it, without the booze things never would've gone past
the depantsing stage if we'd even dared to go that far! So we didn't
talk much about what had transpired as we passed the rest of the
weekend quietly; heck, we even chose a Disney film for Saturday
night's entertainment. Needless to say, there were no further
intrusions from Andy...
A few weeks later, Ann allayed any residual fears we might have
had that there'd be some consequence for our pool-party activities.
She'd seen her cousin at a family gathering and assured us that he was
still a 'cocky shithead' who would never admit to what had happened.
Once school started we heard that he was spreading stories about
getting hand-jobs from the gentile (non-Mormon) girls over the summer.
Who knows, he might even have convinced himself of his version of
events - a reasonable defense against an occurrence that would've
traumatized a normally sensitive fourteen year old boy. Though he
tried to maintain his leering posture when he was with his buddies,
Andy couldn't make eye contact with any of us who'd participated in
his humiliation. And I have to credit Jodie with coming up with the
line that was guaranteed to send her classmate hurrying away from any
gathering of kids at school: "Been to Yellowstone lately?" Ha!!
A footnote to this episode (pun intended)... A couple of years
later, one of our gang who was working on the school paper inserted an
item in the gossip column addressed to Andy's Mormon girlfriend: "We
heard you were disappointed in your last date with A.G. A little
birdie tells us that if you tickle his feet things will be looking up
in no time!"
----- So ends my friend's little story. Alas, this adventure didn't
really engender in her a full-blown preference for things dominant -
though she admitted that she would've enjoyed repeating the incident
with more than one insensitive pig she'd run across in her dating
life. Nevertheless, she respected my predilections and my
appreciation of her early experience. We played 'Andy' more than once
before our brief, pleasant association ended by mutual consent...