("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Judas Goat by Anubis 31 (address withheld) *** A true story of how I, as a young boy, was led by my best friend into the world of debauchery. (Mb, ped, 1st, oral, anal) *** I have written a number of fictional stories, some with gay themes, some not. I have thus far shied away from telling the story of how I lost my own cherry at the tender age of 13 years. However, I have now decided to tell all if only to warn others of the danger of persuasive friends. A Judas Goat is a goat used by butchers to entice the other goats into the place where they can be killed. Tommy Vance was my Judas Goat, he was my best friend but led me to a place where I could be fucked. Every year on Remembrance Sunday, there was a parade from the Town Hall to the Church where a service was held, and then a march back. All the uniformed organisations took part, The Territorial Army, St John's Ambulance, The Sea Cadets, Army and Air Cadets, Boy Scouts, Girl Guides and even The Jewish Lads Brigade. It was my first parade since I had joined the town's Sea Cadet unit just after my thirteenth birthday. My mother took great care in ensuring that my bell bottomed trousers were pressed correctly and that I looked a very smart young cadet. We all met up outside the town hall and I was glad to find out that I would be marching next to my best friend Tommy Vance. We marched through the main street of the town behind our band , which was playing the Sea Cadet March. The Service at the War Memorial went off without a hitch and we all marched back to the Town Hall, very happy with ourselves. Most of the boys went into a cafe to get something to eat , but my friend Tommy had another idea. He knew the photographer from the local paper, and the guy had said that if we went with him back to his house, he would take some studio photos of us. I thought that my parents would be pleased with this, so I agreed to go with them. The photographer's name was Ken Martin, he was a friendly guy in his mid thirties and seemed to know a lot of the boys, not only sea cadets but scouts as well. We arrived at his studio, which was situated on the top floor of a three story town house, in the better part of town. He set up his camera and the lights which took forever, then started taking shots of us in our smart uniforms. After taking a few shots he asked us to take off our jumpers, so that he could snap us in our white fronts and trousers, this we did. He then asked us to take off all our clothes apart from our little under pants. Alarm bells sounded in my head but Tommy assured me that it would be OK. " Studio photo's cost a lot of money", said my mate," and this is how we pay Kenny back." I wasn't happy taking off my clothes in front of a strange man but my friend was very persuasive. We moved to another part of the studio where there was a double bed set up with lights round it. I stood next to Tommy whilst we were photographed from the front, then made to turn round so we were showing our backs to the camera. The cameraman whispered something to Tom, who before I could stop him, pulled my underpants right down so that I was naked. He then pulled his own one's down and I realised that he was sporting an erection. I was terrified, the two of us standing there stark naked, whilst the flashes from the lights showed that our nudity was being recorded for posterity. Tommy had to use all his powers of persuasion to get me to continue. We had wanked each other off before but when my pal's hand closed over my cock and my hand was placed on his, it was a whole new world. Looking back, I must have felt something else apart from pressure from Tommy and Ken to make me enter the murky world, which I stood on the brink of. I know that I looked down and saw that my cock had also got hard, under Tommy's handling of it. Ken the photographer then asked us to jump up on the bed and Tom virtually pulled me after him so that we were lying on our backs with our little boy cocks pointing upwards. Another order from Ken and Tommy swung round so that he could take my cock into his mouth. My pal's cock was only an inch from my mouth and both Tommy and Ken were telling me, ordering me, to open my lips and start sucking it. I suppose there comes a time when you have to make a decision, and while half of me wanted to run away, I was so horny that I was talked into staying, with all that entailed. I had never sucked a cock before, nor had mine sucked, but we lay there sixty nineing each other, whilst Ken took snap after snap. I came first and had to suck Tom for a few minutes more before he gasped and filled my mouth with his hot jism. I thought that was the finish but Ken undressed and joined us on the bed. He told me that I had a beautiful bottom and that he was going to have great pleasure taking my cherry. I was so frightened of being split open that I nearly freaked out, so there was a change of plan and Tommy got fucked. Watching my friend on his back, with his ankles near his ears while a large adult cock thrust between his bottom cheeks was a scene out of hell. Tommy seemed to like it and as the pounding got faster and harder, his little cock regained its erect state. The photographer fucked Tommy for about ten minutes before coming to orgasm deep in my friend's ass. Of course I found out that Tommy had been there before and was happy to lead me along the same path. Ken went back to his camera and Tommy turned towards me, with an evil look in his eye. I cannot in all truth say that my friend then raped me, he held me down, fingered my ass with Vaseline covered fingers, then slowly but surely pushed his cock into my bum. Because we were both thirteen years old he wasn't very big, with the result that the experience was pleasurable almost from the start, with only a slight pain as he pushed through my sphincter. So a day that had started off with pomp and ceremony, ended up with me being photographed whilst being buggered by my best friend, who shagged me for about ten minutes before shooting hot jism into my asshole. That was the end of that day's adventures. Ken told us that we would have to return in a few days time to pick up the photo's of us in our uniforms and Tommy warned me that when we went back the pervy photographer would be bound to fuck me. I did return, did get shagged by Ken and have never looked back. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 58