Stories from growing up in a sex cult. [M/M] part 1

Obviously I didn’t know it was a sex cult growing up. It felt normal, because to me, it WAS normal. It was an open, loving, and nurturing environment. Sexual activity was normal, encouraged, and always consensual. Only adults engaged in sexual activity, including myself.

We called each other partners. We refrained from familial language like father, sister, mother, etc.. No one person raised another. All parenting and education was shared by the community. Housing was communal as well, though we were able to claim areas for privacy.

One of the most important days of a commune member’s life was their “Coming of Age” day. This was the day they were granted adult status, given a job, and allowed to interact with partners sexually. We didn’t have a designation for homosexuality or heterosexuality. All sexuality was just normalized. If you were attracted to a person, their gender didn’t matter.

This is a story of my “Coming of Age” day. I was staying with a couple of partners in a small house next to one of the many tracts of farmland within the commune. I was being shown how to tend to that land and provide food for the commune. This involved a lot of manual labor, and as a result, I was in my physical prime. Broad of shoulder, well defined muscles, and tanned skin that glistened in the sunlight.

One of the partners woke me up earlier than normal, “Carter, wake up.” He jostled me gently. “Carter, they’re here to take you to your Coming of Age ceremony. Get up and get dressed. No need to shower or anything. That’ll all be handled later.”

Groggily, I got out of bed. All of the members of the commune wear the same thing to bed. A breathable cotton shift that is wrapped around the torso and waist. We called it a dishabille. “Actually, you’re fine to just wear your bedclothes. Grab a pair of sandals and go and meet the partners taking you. I’m so excited for you! You’re such a wonderful young man!”

I hugged him and told him thanks. He was honestly one of my favorite partners. He taught me a lot, not just about tending a farm but how to emotionally process and approach new and strange situations from a stable mindset.

Outside, two men were waiting for me. They both greeted me in typical fashion, taking my hands, putting them together in front of me palms touching and fingers outstretched; placing their hands on the outside of mine and bringing them up to their lips for a kiss.

“Carter, such a lovely day to come of age. You must be thrilled. Nervous too, I imagine. I’m Nathan and this is Hector. We’re here to answer any questions you have while we make our way to the ceremony tent.”

“Thanks, Nathan. Nice to meet you both. Honestly, I just got so caught up in my work that I kinda forgot this day was so close. I do have some questions though. We’re taught a lot about what sex is but not about how to actually have sex. How will I know what to do?”

Hector’s eyes light up, “That is such a wonderful and thoughtful question, Carter! The ceremony is designed so that you will be given opportunities to explore your sexuality safely and on your terms. Just like every partner does after coming of age. You’ll find that your sexual path is a long one, and that you’ll be traveling it for the rest of your life. The ceremony will give you the tools you need to start that journey. There is no knowing what to do. That comes from experience. Just bring your curiosity. There are no tests. No judgements.”

I was still pretty confused but I spent the rest of the walk just mulling that over.

The ceremony tent was adorned in Deep blues, bright yellows, and festive pinks. A painting depicting me was set on an easel frame just outside the opening of the tent. A group of partners was set up outside playing some relaxing music with some hand drums, a guitar, and some wood instrument that looked kind of like a flute but had a deeper tone.

Nathan and Hector gestured for me to enter. Their faces could barely contain the excitement and love they had for the moment. It felt very calming and reassuring.

I moved the flap aside and stepped into the tent. The tent was fairly large, to the side there was a wash basin filled with hot water, steam rising from it.
The floor was covered in pillows and other soft textiles, and there were clean towels stacked in several locations.

Standing in the center of the tent were two partners, both fully clothed and both with a semi transparent veil covering their face. One man and one woman.

In unison, they greeted me. “Welcome Carter. Today is the day that you become a man. In celebration of that, we have prepared a bath for you. Please choose which of us you’d like to help assist with that bath.”

I had never really bathed with a woman, but shared baths among other males was pretty common. Still a little unsure I chose the route that I was most comfortable with and pointed at the man. The woman bowed and approached me, gave me the traditional greeting and left the tent.

The man then approached me, but instead of the traditional greeting he stood very close to me. In front of me. He removed the veil from his face. He was young. I knew him.. we all knew each other really. He had his coming of age only a few years ago. He had a slighter build than me, but was a few inches taller. His facial features were softer though, and he kept his face clean shaven. Looking me directly in the eyes, I could smell his breath. It was pleasant. Our eyes locked for what seemed like eternity. I could feel my body responding to his closeness. Excited by it. “May I help you out of your dishabille?”

I let out a broken “y..yeah”

What was this feeling? This tension?? I was no stranger to sexual thoughts and imagery, but nothing had ever felt this real before.

His hands brushed against my body as he felt for the clasp holding the shift. I instinctively flinched, thinking he’s going to see my erection.

“Do not worry. I wish to honor your body. All of it. Do not be ashamed of your reaction to my touch. My closeness..” He leaned in, his body pressing against mine as he undid the wrap around back. “My body will respond in kind. If you are uncomfortable with anything, we can pause or stop. We’ll take it as far as you want to. At whatever speed you are comfortable with.” He ran his hands down my back as the shift began to fall off of me. His hands rested on my rear and he pulled me slightly in. I could feel his erection pressing against mine. The tip of his nose touching mine. Both of our eyes locked.

I was unsure if I had stopped breathing or if I was just holding my breath.

“Please, let me bathe you.” His lips brushed mine as he spoke. His breath was intoxicating.

I moved my head slightly, a movement small enough to indicate my agreement without breaking the spell he had over me. He smiled and placed his hands on my shoulders as my shift fell to the floor. “Follow me”

As we walked to the tub he began to disrobe. His body slender and toned. My eyes lingered on his rear.. perfectly round and not an ounce of jiggle. He turned to face me and where his ass had been, his erect penis now on full display. It was slightly longer than mine, but just a little thinner. His body hair was well groomed. Trimmed neatly unlike mine. I had never thought to trim any of body hair.

“What do you see, Carter?”

“Your body, Julius.” His name came to me like a flash of lightning. “Your body is beautiful.”

“Thank you for honoring my body. Before we move forward, I would like to honor yours by bathing it. Would that be ok?”

“Of course..”

He leaned over the basin and removed some soap and a wash cloth. He lathered the soap in the wash cloth and told me to stand in the basin. I did, and he got to work.

At first it felt clinical, the bath. He started at my shoulders with the cloth and worked the soap into my skin. As he moved downward, his strokes became more sensual. His hands and fingers lingered on sensitive areas of my chest, my nipples, under my arms, and when he got to my hands he clasped his in mind. Our soapy fingers entwined. He let out a little giggle. “Your body is beautiful. This is such a joy.” He gently let my hands drop as he turned me around and began soaping up my lower back. At this point he stepped into the basin with me. Behind me. He moved his hands around my sides and stepped closer to me. His hands ran down my lower abdomen and I could feel the tip of his penis on my ass. Running his fingers through my pubic hair he began teasing the base of my cock. I let out a whimper as he rested his chin on my shoulder while moving his hand up my shaft. The soap felt amazing. His skin felt amazing.

He gently worked the soap up and down my cock, and he pulled back my foreskin and began massaging the soap into the head of my penis. I began seeing colors. It was agonizing ecstasy. Sensing I was about to cum he removed his hands and said, “Bend over. Put your hands on the sides of the basin.”

And I did. I had no idea what was about to happen but my body wasn’t about to say no to anything at that moment. He ran his fingers delicately around my ass. It tickled yet felt like lightning. He worked his fingers deeper into the skin, eventually massaging both of my ass cheeks. He then ran his hand up from underneath me, at the base of my testicles, all the way up through the crack of my ass. And when his fingers brushed up against my hole, my knees almost gave in. He helped me stabilize by holding my hip with his left hand. He was bent over me. His cock pressed up against my left ass cheek. He used his right hand to clean my testicles, lightly massaging them. Then he brought it back up again and lingered on my asshole. He rubbed the tip of his finger around the hole as I moaned. Never had I ever felt such pleasure. “Ok that’s enough. We’re clean now.” He backed away and grabbed bowl to rinse me off.

He stepped out of the basin first and dried himself off with a towel. He grabbed another towel and dried me off. I was in a lustful daze. Both of us. Bodies primed and ready for action.

After he had dried us off I had calmed down a bit. Emotionally, not physically.

He beckoned for me to lay down. “Now comes another choice, Carter. You may continue with me, or I can go get Nadia from outside to lay with you.”

“I..I’d like to continue with you for now.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

He laid me down on the soft spread of blankets and pillows. He was over me, one knee between my legs, his testicles brushing against my right hip. He clasped one hand in mine and our fingers entwined again as he leaned in. “My face is right here. My lips are right here. Do what you feel is natural.” His lips brushed against mine as he spoke. What felt natural was putting my lips on his. The kisses were soft at first but became gradually more expressive, more passionate. The taste of his mouth, the feeling of his tongue on mine, ignited my body. He moved ever so slightly and his thigh brushed against my cock and I came so violently my body convulsed. The noise that came out of my mouth was captured in his and his kisses became a little softer as I came back to reality.

He moved his face back somewhat as we both caught our breaths. He looked me up and down. “Thank you Carter for this gift. May I clean you up?”

I nodded as best I could.

Instead of getting up and getting a towel, he began kissing my body. Working his way to every spot that had cum on it, and gingerly licking it up. “Your cum is delicious”. He worked his way down my chest, my abdomen, and eventually to my groin and he took my still erect cock in his mouth. Slowly he worked the entire thing down his throat as I lay there watching. My body still somewhat numbed from the orgasm, the feeling came rushing back and I arched my back up thrusting my cock even deeper into his throat. He placed his hands behind me, one on each ass cheek and guided me into his throat with measured thrusts. It wasn’t long before I came again, this time directly down his throat. He let me catch my breath as he nuzzled into the crook of my arm, playing with the hairs on my chest.

Part two coming soon.

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