THE CLUB

BY HEAR BEAR

[ part 1 ]

When I was about 9yrs old my friend Tom decided to turn the hut into a clubhouse. Tom would be the President of course, and he would invite and initiate new members from the neighborhood. I remember this well because I was to become the first member of this new Club. Tom asked me if I wanted to join his club so I would be the first member, this would mean that I would have seniority over any members that joined later. Well since Tom was my best friend and we hung out together every day, I didn’t see any harm in joining up. So we went into the hut and Tom took me upstairs to the attic area that was secluded and private. You climbed a wood ladder through the hatch in the ceiling of the first floor. Once upstairs, he locked the hatch door, this meant no one would be able to pop up without him unbolting it.

Tom then said to join the club, I would have to prove that I was cool enough. So I said sure how do you want me to prove I’m cool. He told me I would have to submit to his initiation and never tell anyone what the initiation involved. So I nodded and agreed never to tell anyone what was about to happen. Tom then tried to scare me by telling me that he didn’t think I had the balls to make it all the through the initiation, and he’d feel real bad loosing a good friend because I was to weak to handle it. This only determined me more, to prove I could handle anything that he dished out.

My first instruction was to turn around and sit facing away from him. So I did, and then Tom said he is going to blindfold me so that I would not be able to see all the terrible things that were going to happen. He then tied a folded red bandana over my eyes and knotted it behind my head. The bandana worked well, I couldn’t see a thing and this started to make me nervous. Tom then said it was my last chance to chicken out if I didn’t want to go on, but I said, “I ain’t no chicken, get on with it”. So Tom said I would have to take off my shirt, which I did. Still blindfolded with Tom behind me, he said to put my arms behind my back. I did, and I felt Tom grab my wrist and held them tight together. He then tied them together with what felt like another bandana.

I had a feeling of what was about to happen next, yet it still surprised me when Tom’s fingers began tickling my exposed ribs. I started laughing and Tom kept working his fingers up and down my sides. He also tickled under my arms and around my bare belly. I could feel Tom sitting directly behind me, but I could see where his fingers were going next. After a few minutes of this I started squirming and trying to cover up the areas he was tickling. Tom then put his feet over my hands almost sitting on them so that I couldn’t move my arms. I was laughing hysterically as he dug his fingers deeper into my ribs and sides.

Tom backed off and gave me a breather. I took some deep breaths and tried to compose myself. Tom said I held up all right for the first step, but not to get to confident, since I still had a long way to go. Tom then pulled me backwards sliding me across the carpeted floor until I was in the middle of the room. He pushed me down so that I was lying flat on the floor with my arms pinned under my back. He then rolled me over onto my belly and pulled my feet up toward my butt. I felt something being tied around my ankles and soon had both feet tied tightly together. I began to beg Tom not to tickle my feet, he knew exactly how ticklish they were and loved to hear me scream with laughter and beg for mercy. No sooner had I began to plead, then I felt my right converse being pulled off and then the left. Tom’s finger immediately went to work on my soft ticklish soles right through the white socks I was wearing. I began screaming right away, my senses were on end and I felt every touch of Tom’s fingers as they worked up and down the length of my foot. Tom would switch from one foot the other keeping me guessing as to where his tickling fingers would attack next. I felt my right sock being pulled off and knew that I was really in for it! Tom’s fingers went directly into my weakest spot under my toes; he was holding my foot and pulling my toes back to expose that area all the more. I was laughing so hard at this point I began to cry. Luckily Tom couldn’t see the tears rolling down my face since I still had that bandana covering my eyes. I then felt my left sock sliding up and off of my foot. And Tom began the same treatment on my poor exposed left foot, working the soft and extremely ticklish area under my toes. I couldn’t move my feet to cover the exposed areas or try to hide from the tickling fingers as they worked over my foot for what seemed like hours. Tom again gave me a minute or two to catch my breath again. Then I felt what I dreaded the most, I felt a feather running up and down the length of my right sole. I began to scream again and beg for him not to use a feather, but my cries fell on deaf ears. The feather found it’s way in between my toes, under my toes and all over the bottoms of both of my feet. After a few minutes of this treatment, I again was given a minute to relax. I knew Tom was still located down by my feet and I was waiting for whatever was coming next. I then felt something very soft and warm touch between my bare feet. At first I had no idea what it could be, then I felt what I knew were pubic hairs touch my toes as Tom was stroking his dick in between my bare feet. I became extremely excited by this, not only did it tickle a little but it felt real good.

Tom kept rubbing his dick on my feet exploring my soles and toes; he actually was humping the area between my big toe and my index toe. All the while I am lying on top of my own hard on that was beginning to hurt from my weight being forced on it. I told Tom that I needed to change position because I was crushing my dick. Tom stopped humping my feet and rolled me over, he untied my feet and went directly to my belt. He undid my belt and button and unzipped my pants; I felt my hard on stretching for freedom. Tom then yanked off my pants and underwear in the same movement. I felt his warm hands touch my dick and begin to slowly stroke my cock. I was still blindfolded and my arms were now pinned under my back still tied together with the bandana. Tom was close to me very close; I could feel his breath on my chest as I felt his dick lay over mine. He began humping me, rubbing his cock against mine. The feel of his pubic hair stroking against the bottom of my dick felt awesome. I could tell by the pace of Tom’s breathing that he was getting close, and I was feeling sensations that were all new to me. I was in my own little part of heaven. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I pictured it all in my mind as I began to reach my 9yr old orgasm. I began to moan and I felt the sensation of an orgasm overwhelm me. Tom in the mean time had begun to hump me with more force, he was laying on me with all his body weight at this point and his hot breath was puffing right in my right ear. He began to moan and pant harder than I ever heard him pant before, then he came, he really came I felt hot wet cum gushing out of his 11yr old prick. Tom had his first real wet orgasm while humping my dick; this made me kinda proud. He musta shot about 3 times and then collapsed completely on top of me. I could feel his wet sticky cum between our stomachs and I seemed to move and expand as we breathed. Tom finally rolled off of me and caught his own breath now. He pulled the bandana down off my eyes and said “ look at what you did to me” seeing for the first time the remains of Tom’s white cum smeared over my stomach and his. We laughed and Tom untied my hands and we began cleaning ourselves off, he looked at me and said, “welcome to the club buddy.”