first time

A Story by John Barret

a real mind changer

Well this this story can be somewhat of a sensitive issue, but my stories are all about overcoming prejudice, close-mindedness and bigotry in modern society.
So I thought that I’d share it with you. It may even be of help anyone who finds themselves in a similar situation. This whole little matter happened in the days of my youth, and it explains how and why I first happened to get my a*****e bleached.
Well ive always been a big fan of competitions‘, and one that I always competed in (not always successfully, but it’s the taking part that matters) is the ‘Annual number of marshmallows’ you can fit up your anus jamboree’. Me and my family would always attend and compete. Up until this time I’d always entered in the children’s category, One year my little cousin Bhanzi nearly won! Oh, the look on his little face, such joy, such strenuous competitiveness.
But back to matters, The time between each ‘Annual number of marshmallows’ you can fit up your anus jamboree’ is obviously a year, and this story takes place during one personally traumatic one, Not only was 1st prize in the jamboree children’s category a genuine Prince Adam-HE-MAN costume. It was also the year i started puberty, I had to deal with a tremendous rollercoaster of emotions, and feelings.
And to top it off there was my quickly developing body, (im not including my Wang that seemed to just stay frozen in time) all parts of me were growing. My hands, my feet, my shoulders, my nose and even my danglers. But the main thing was that I rapidly became unbelievably hairy! I went from being a smooth dolphin dude, to a pubescent primate! It was quite a surprise at the least, ill give you a description of my nude appearance, if you can remember ‘An American werewolf in London’,
I looked like David halfway through his transformation! And one part of my physique that had sprouted a mammoth Main was my a*s! Well you may wonder of what importance any of this is, or why im even divulging such graphic and personal information with you? Well I’ll tell you why. The time for the next ‘Annual number of marshmallows’ you can fit up your anus jamboree’ was quickly approaching! And I desperately needed to compete in the children’s category so I could claim that Prince Adam-HE-MAN costume. I mean whilst competing, you wear a jamboree t-shirt and your favourite sneakers, sandals or flip-flops but that’s it! Think this was a public event, in a public park, with an audience. What would everyone think with me exposing my hideous hairy ruskus!? There’s just no way they would let me compete in the children’s category, So this is how my attempted deception began. You all should know that during puberty most men’s voices break, making them deeper in tone, and the transession into manhood noticeable. But this didn’t happen to me, Mine just became more ridiculous sounding
(Like Ralph Mouth from Happy Days on helium with servere Downs Syndrome)
So I though I could get away with some deceptive manscapeing, and everyone would just be fooled into thinking I was the same jovial, junior, smooth dolphin dude as always. And I would have a chance at winning that prize. I went out and bought myself an extra-strong razor to deal with my unsightly horse-like barbaric body hair. Well my first manscapeng venture was somewhat of a disaster. I had a great deal of trouble shaving my own a*s, I have enough problems solving and conducting menial tasks, but this one was a real humdinger. Instead of achieving a smooth clean shave, returning myself to my former glory, I had just hacked away at my bum-fro leaving myself looking like I had a bad case of a*s mange! I looked like a fricking idiot, and a contagious one. I had to go and seek professional help, and fast.
I found a wonderful, discreet salon that specialized in hair removal, so I booked there first opening. The beautician that did my treatment was a really open-minded and liberal guy, his name was Francois and he used a great professional smoothing ice-cube technique, where he cooled my a*s cheeks before the waxing commenced. After he gave me a deep-tissue relaxing a*s-massage with essential oils, lit sage, thyme and jojoba incense sticks and played a c.d of deep ocean whale songs. When I was all smoothed out and hairless, Francois asked me if I would be needing an anal bleaching. I said why on earth would I need one of those? Little I knew then, but I later, sadly would discover how essential they are. I was feeling streamed-lined when I left and flew-by the local convenience store and picked up six jumbo packs of marshmallows, so I could catch up on some much-needed practice. I had been really cramming in preparation for the next event, and I was damn sure I was going to be leaving a winner. (When your preparing for a serious chance at winning, I strongly recommend fasting for at least one day before the event, just so that there’s no pressure bearing down on your colon that could cause any resistance from objects being inserted into your anus) The morning of the ‘Annual number of marshmallows’ you can fit up your anus jamboree’ had dawned, and I was fighting fit and ready. I was walking around the house just wearing my flip-flops and jamboree t-shirt, my parents were packing up some picnic items and I went over to help. Really, I had an ulterior motive, to see if my waxed a*s was detectable, if I could pull off my deceptive deed! I made sure that I performed as many curtsies , toe-touches ,star jumps and cartwheels in my parents direction as I could without drawing too much attention,
The only comment I got was one from my father who said “that’s some good limbering up there, son” . My Aunts, Uncles and Cousins all arrived at our house. And none of them commented on my a*s, the only thing I noticed was one of my Uncles admiring my developing danglers. But he didn’t comment, he was always more of the voyeur. I had a full potent-evacuation before leaving the house and was feeling pretty darn positive towards my chance of success. Obviously as we entered the park that hosted the event, I was wearing my gym corduroy Y-Fronts, well we all were. We used to all pant-up upon arrival, but my dad put a stop to that after one year there was a serious case of car-seat-skid-marks, and he had a very embarrassing time trying to explain what the stains were to his usual Romanian car interior cleaner. I was still nervous as to what a professional Adjudicator with an advanced knowledge of children’s anuses would say when he saw mine? Would they be fooled? Would I get away with my deception? I mean these guys were experts who had spent years gruellingly studying thousands of images to earn their judicatory positions and knew precisely the exact specifications of what they were looking at. Well for me in was an all or nothing situation, win of the draw, my destiny was in the hands of fate. Or so I thought, my eyes were on the prize, and I knew just how good I would look in that Prince Adam outfit.
I’ll describe the arena set-up for you, there was a long stage with ten chairs that had modified leg stirrups welded onto them (like the ones women use during childbirth. These helped for full anal dilatation for maximum rectal circumference) next to each chair was a small stall, where a separate adjudicator for each competing child would sit with his magnifying glass to make sure that none of the marshmallows were protruding from the anus, and to attest the official number inserted.
At the right side of the stage was a table with two hosts and their commentating equipment. The first audience rows were the children, then parents and family then just normal enthusiasts. The audience were situated right up close to the action, literally just a few feet away from us competitors. It was all very official and nothing untoward went on, before we went onstage we were individually searched by one of the organizers of the children’s category Granddad Frank, in the jamboree dressing rooms (well they were just the park toilets) for any anal expansion devices. In previous years some competitors in the adult category had been found with strange spring/coil like contraptions inserted in them to keep there colons widen. Even though this only happened in the adult category, Granddad Frank thought it was best if the children were too searched, and that he conducted the searches himself personally, alone so nothing inappropriate went on. He was great like that, I still have such fond memories of Granddad Frank, he called himself that, and liked us to call him that because he said we were all his children,
Well there I was, all pumped up and raring to go, I remember how convinced of victory I was. I thought that after the thorough search I had gone through from Granddad Frank that no one would be able to tell about my anal alteration.
I love the feeling you get when you walk out onstage in front of a crowd, its just a natural adrenaline, Charging your ego, and mine was on full. As we walked out everyone was cheering and clapping, from the kids at the front, to the friends and families in the middle and the enthusiasts at the back. I looked and saw ten full to the brim buckets of marshmallows and ten adjudicators cleaning there magnifying glasses. I went and sat down, and then we all began to put our legs into the stirrups, that’s when it started. All of the children in the front rows that were previously clapping and cheering stopped the moment I spread my legs wide and began dilation. Their little faces dropped and they had opened mouths of astonishment, Then one little boy pointed right at me and said in a loud and disgusted way “Urrrghhh Brown-Ring! Brown-Ring!” then another child cried “Eeeeeee! Big-Brownie!” I felt confused and vulnerable, When I noticed a man in the friends and family section of the audience holding a small pair of theatre binoculars pointing at me, then he shouted “Hey look at number Six’s ringpeice! that’s not the normal brownening of a child, that’s blatantly a big boy‘s bumhole” then I saw my father and uncle turn to him and say “what do you know? Who made you an expert on children’s ringpeice’s anyway huh?” Then the unknown man pulled out from his jacket pocket a Child’s Anus Inspectors official certificate! It just so happens that he was an off-duty adjudicator! He answerd angrily “Read this! This is what makes me an expert on children’s ringpeice’s O.K!” my father and uncle were left speechless. All the children began shouting “Rusty Ringer” “Brown Moon” and shrieking in disgust. My personal adjudicator stared deeply into his magnifying glass right at my anus and announced, “He’s a big boy, it’s a sham! “ Then things really took a turn for the worst! The friends and family section became enraged at the possibility of someone cheating during an ‘Annual number of marshmallows’ you can fit up your anus jamboree’ they began attacking my family and grabbing them, shouting, your boys trying to fool us! Maybe you’re all trying to fool us. They grabbed my terrified little cousin Bhanzi and violently pulled at his gym corduroy y-fronts, trying to take them down and saying maybe he’s not a real five-year old we want proof. Poor little Bhanzi was screaming and my other little cousins weren’t safe from the ensuing mob! All of my little cousin’s were getting manhandled and picked up by there arms and legs, the crowd were tearing at there gym corduroy y-fronts demanding to know if they were in fact trained circus midgets! My family were all fighting back and protesting that they had no knowledge of any deception, All this literally had erupted in a matter of seconds, and I knew that it would be just a few seconds more until the anger would be directed at me….the culprit! I freed my legs from the stirrups and subdued the adjudicator my lunging bum first onto his face and attempting a momentary suffocation, I strained hard to force out a fart to maybe stun him with, but after my morning potent full evacuation there was nothing of any substance. Then I attempted to make a run for it. I tried to sprint off stage but running in flip-flops is nearly impossible, I could have just taken them off but they were my favourite Snoopy ones. I had to tense my toes so I could gain some grip on my flip-flops and do a sort of hop-run. My developing danglers were swinging like crazy, as I tried to make my escape! My escape may have been quite a sight to behold, but one thing it wasn’t, was fast. Quickly everyone chased after me, the children were shouting “brown-ring” the friends and families were shouting “false child” “trickster” “faker” and other general terms of abuse, there wasn’t any complaints from the general enthusiasts just the other two groups.
I was hop running away from the jamboree as fast as I could, I was passing through a long walkway with trees and bushes on either side, Maybe this is what Frankenstein’s Monster felt like with the villagers all wanting to kill him. I felt such an intense fear running through my veins, it felt so cold, so icy,
So utterly terrifying. I could hop-run no more, I was a mess of emotions with my developing danglers flapping from left to right like wrecking balls bashing against my legs. I fell to my knees and threw my arms in the air like the pose from the movie Platoon’s poster. All the children surrounded me, pointing and throwing dirt.
There were shouts and shrieks of “Brown Ring” “Fake Child” “Tannedpeice”
“No wipe” and then there were the friends and families who were so cruel, so unforgiving, so merciless. I thought that they were going to lynch me! All over my foolish attempt at deception. I realized how much the ‘Annual number of marshmallows’ you can fit up your anus jamboree’ meant to these people, and also I remembered how much it meant to me. All because I wanted that Prince Adam outfit so bad, I cheated, and even if I had, had got away with my deception it would have been a victory shrouded in lies. Every time I would have worn that little outfit, I would have thought of all the little hopefuls that I stole the chance from. All those other truefull kids who had also been busy cramming hard all year in preparation.
But me kneeling and momentarily thinking did nothing to stop the angry mob.
Well just as I had before thought I’d leave this to fate, maybe this was my destiny, when just as they closed in, Granddad Frank came to my rescue. He bellowed at the top of his voice “Leave him alone you savages, look at you all! Look what you have become! Leave him alone! After all he is only human!” one of the mob said “No way, we wanna see him pay” then others began agreeing.
Then Granddad Frank gave a speech that will always be close to my heart, I think it is about humanity in essence. He said, “Stop, just all of you stop and think! Why are we here? Why are we here? Today is the ‘Annual number of marshmallows’ you can fit up your anus jamboree’ is it not? A day of competition, a day of celebration,
a day for families and friends, young and old, familiar faces and newcomers all to come together and be united in there love of seeing men, women and children all trying to stick as many marshmallows up there anuses as they can. This is not a day for all of you to group together like a bunch of medieval maniacs and crucify this poor boy! We are decent people, all gathered here for some wholesome fun that everyone can enjoy, and anyhow, haven’t any of you ever lied? Especially in the troubling time of your youth? Well even if you think of yourself as so pure of heart and soul, at least have the compassion within you to forgive, and let this child explain his actions”
The crowd were truly moved by Granddad Frank’s speech, there were even tears in the eyes of some of them, I know there were in mine, there are even now as I recollect. Everyone was calm, they all looked at eachother and were saying “look what we become, we just took it too far, its not like it was in the adult category, this poor boy is only imitating what hes seen of us with our anal expansion deceitful devices, mistakes are a part of learning”. I was allowed to explain to everyone why I had gone to such drastic measures, and they found it in their hearts to let me off with a strict telling off, and having to clean all of the competing chairs.
There i was at the end of the day bent over vigorously scrubbing away at the chairs seats, with my danglers swinging from left to right like the pendulum in a grandfather clock when I noticed Granddad Frank, alone, just admiring my hard work. He looked so proud standing at the corner of the stage with his hands in his pockets. After about ten minutes of observing my labour, he came over for a little friendly chat. He said “Lorenzo you’re a special little guy, once I was a special little guy just like you. Now im all grown up, and you’re growing up too. And you shouldn’t try to hide that” I said, “Granddad Frank, I only waxed my a*****e so I could win that Prince Adam outfit” He looked at me and said “I know what it’s like, but soon you wont be interested in that kind of stuff anymore. You’ll find different interests, big boy interests, just like I did” I looked in Granddad Frank’s eyes and said, “What interests did you peruse when you became a big boy?” He said, “I became the organizer of the children’s jamboree section”
Well I went back home and my parents were very understanding, and were proud of the way I accepted my punishment without complaint. BIn the night I had the most terrible nightmares all I could keep hearing and seeing was the mocking of my Brown Anus, I was tossing and turning all night long.
In the morning I went to our communal full-length mirror and sat down naked on the floor, hoisted my legs as high as I could and spread my a*s cheeks wide for a real good look at my anus. And it was true, all around my anus had become way darker than the rest of me, and it really noticed now that I was waxed. My Dad walked past and saw what I was doing, he said, “It happens when you grow up, the brownening, and that’s just how it is”. But for me it was just unsightly, I knew just what I was going to do, and just who I needed to call. I booked Francois’s first available appointment and got bleached as white as ivory, in fact that was the selection I went for on the anal bleaching colour code chart. Well there it is, that’s my story as to why I got, and still get my a*****e bleached. I hope it is of some help.