Gemstone - Early Years Part 1.

Although I would prefer to get on with more up to date things, I believe it is important to first tell how I got involved in all this. I must also add that since the start of Covid-19, I have been fairly inactive. I stopped going out, but as things calmed down a bit, I did start getting visitors at home. There was only a small percentage of men who ever had my phone number, but those who had suddenly started ringing as there were no live shows, and so they were going short on sex obviously.

So back to my late teens, as I have said, I never had friends. My two older sisters were bullies, and no one wanted to be my friend when that would have meant they came into contact with my sisters. They were four year or so older than me and born nine months apart, so had always been close. When I came along they resented me, and I suppose it was mutual as all I ever got was hand me down toys and clothes. I did have lots of books though, mainly factual, and I loved reading and learning. I had my own small bedroom, which was like a library. The sisters shared a big bedroom, which was all posters, music etc. They would go and hang out at the Leisure Centre most nights, although it was difficult to get in. You had to go past reception and through a turnstile, after either buying a ticket for whatever you wanted to take part in, or you could just say you wanted to go to the cafe or bar, but they wouldn't let you in unless you had money to spend.

One particular night, my parents had friends coming round and wanted us out of the way. My sisters were already planning on going to the Centre, where there was a wrestling show taking place, and my mum said they had to take me. She gave me a bit of money, but my sisters took it off me and bought themselves cans of beer on the way. It was late summer and a warm night. I had an old light blue dress on that was too big for me but still short. I was fairly skinny. We had to get in to the wrestling without any money, otherwise we would be hanging round in the car park all night. Firstly we tried getting past reception but they weren't allowing anyone in without tickets., or people who had booked badminton, tennis, use of the gym etc. Next we had a walk round, and at the rear of the building there were a couple of men unloading a wrestling ring from the back of a truck. All steel bars, planks of wood, ropes etc. So we walked in and watched them assemble the ring, and sisters decided we should go to the toilets, hide in there and then later just come out and sit down. The men stopped us though and said they were locking the doors andeveryone had to be out. It was still well over an hour before the show started.

Back in the car park we watched a car pull in and park right at the back, and a big man got out and stretched, and then got back in his car. My sisters said he must be a wrestler, and they walked across and knocked on his window. They asked if he was a wrestler, and he said yes, so they asked him if he could take us in. He said no, and offered us some crisps that he was eating. Sisters asked again and said we had no money and really wanted to see the show. He repeated that he couldn't just take strangers in, so one of my sisters said “please.... she'll give you a blow job if you will”. And she pointed at me !!!!

Well, I sort of knew what she meant, but I wasn't sure. It's probably something people learn from their friends, but not me. I'd seen a few diagrams of the human body in books, had a brief lesson at school which was mainly about periods and condoms, and read a few romantic novels; and that was it. The man asked if I was old enough, (yes) asked my sisters why they didn't do the deed (they lied they had boyfriends), so he agreed, and reached over to open the passenger door. I got in and he told my sisters he would just drive to the other end of the car park, under some trees. He asked my name, told me his, Brian, and said I didn't have to do it if I didn't want. I gasped “It's OK”. Then he said that he wasn't actually a wrestler. He traveled round a lot to wrestling shows, as a hobby, but, if I wanted he would give me the money to get me and my sisters in. OK ! I did ask him to actually pay for us to get in, and not give us the money as I knew they would just buy more beer. He looked around, undid his trousers and pulled them down, and there it was. A large, semi erect cock.

My hand was shaking as I reached out and touched it. It was hot, it throbbed. I presumed I had to put the head in my mouth and suck, and Brian asked if he could put his hand on my leg. I said yes, and I moved my head down and opened my lips. It tasted nice, flowery and clean (thank God). I sucked, nothing happened, so I sucked again, and then Brian told me what I needed to do, while I held his cock and looked embarrassingly at it. After a few minutes I had more of it in my mouth and was moving my head up and down, trying to suck, and being told to tighten my lips, go further, feel his balls, while he lay back and squeezed my leg. He moaned that I was going to be a really great cock sucker, and I thought to myself how great it was. Adult, sexy, daring. He didn't warn me what was cumming next. Spunk shot down my throat. I choked, it came down my nose. I pulled away and it shot over my dress and then oozed out over Brian's trousers. What the fuck !!! We cleaned up with tissues and rags. My dress had turned darker blue where the spunk had wet it. Before we drove back across the car park he told me that I had done brilliantly, not totell anyone anything, and that the wrestling shows were usually every 4 weeks, and he would see me next time, if I could try and come without my sisters. We rejoined my sisters and I told them he was going to pay for us to get in and he wasn't really a wrestler. I sat with Brian for the show, my sisters roamed off, and he told me a lot about wrestling before we said “goodnight”. On the way home I got threatened not to say anything to our mum because they would say what a tart I had been.

A month later I was counting down the days to the next wrestling show. My sisters had started going to some raves at weekends, and had totally forgotten about the wrestling, so I asked my mum if I could go and asked her not to tell the others about it, as they try to spoil everything. Late afternoon I went to the Leisure Centre and it wasn't long before Brian pulled up, so I went and got in his car and we chatted a bit. I'd put a green and white checked blouse on and black trousers and before long he drove to the far edge of the car park and I sucked him off. I loved doing it, sucking a cock was so weird. Hard but slightly spongy, hot, and never knowing when it is going to explode in my mouth. I managed not to make a mess this time and swallowed most, and had a tissue ready. He paid for me to go into the show and we sat together talking, and it felt good. The first friend I had ever really had. Afterwards he drove to a local fish and chip shop and bought me some, and I had his spunk down my throat again for afters.

It was the middle of the night when I heard my sisters come in, obviously drunk and banging about. They stayed in bed all day Sunday and that evening my mother asked me about the wrestling show, and they heard. After I had gone to bed, they came in my room and asked if I had been a dirty slut, sucking men off. I told them to leave me alone but they made me go to their room and they started interrogating me. When I was younger I used to beg them to let me sleep in their room. Now they were insisting, and I really didn't want to. One of them pushed a set of drawers against the door and told me to tell them what I had been up to. I told them to tell me what they had been up to at the rave, but they just got nasty and made me stand in front of them as they sat on a bed. We were all whispering “Did Brian turn up, did you give him a blow job”.  I kept telling them it was nothing to do with them, and they started pushing me between them, and then made me open my mouth and stand under the light so they could look for spunk in my mouth. They checked my neck for love bites, I was telling them to leave me alone but they said if mum or dad heard me, they would tell them about Brian. Then one held my arms behind my back and the other undid my pyjama top looking for bites on my small breasts. Finally she pulled my pyjama bottoms down and next I was naked as my clothes lay on thefloor. I felt the powerful emotion of humiliation for the first time. I was shivering, not from cold but from fear and embarrassment,almost crying as I gasped out details of sucking Brian off twice. They decided I must be an expert at oral, and I spent the night inone bed, down under the sheets, and then the other. Naked, tonguing my sisters' cunts, which was nothing like as good as sucking a cock. I hated the taste and the humiliation, and yet I wanted more. My mind was consumed with a massive mixture of emotions.

I carried on meeting Brian every month or so, with the same scenario. Brian taught me lots about wrestling and said he would take me to bigger, better shows when he could. He lived a long way from me though. He kept asking me to suck him off naked, or at least in underwear, and I kept saying “next time maybe”. I liked the thought of being naked but was skinny so I thought he would laugh at me. One time he didn't turn up, I found out a month later he his car had broken down on the way. Didn't really matter to me, I just concentrated on finding another way to get in, and that involved asking a real wrestler to take me in. I had seem this guy wrestle, so knew who he was, and was quick to ask. He was a shortish, tubby man, a “baddie”. I had learned by now the the baddies are actually really nice men, and the goodies are egotistical dickheads. Usually. He apologised and said he would get in trouble, so I just blurted out that I could give him a blow job. He looked at me and asked if I was old enough, I assured him I was. He looked around and made me promise to be there when he was leaving, then he took me in. Felt great walking past the staff and being seen with him in the hall. Never mind if they were all thinking “slut”.

I stood by the dressing room most of the night and became aware of other wrestling fans who were more interested in talking to the wrestlers that watching the action. One family who seemed to know a lot of people were a mum, dad, and teenage daughter. I heard them talking about other shows in nearby towns and Cities, so asked the mum where these shows were held. I was surprised Brian had never mentioned them, all he talked about was shows too far for me to get to. The wrestler who took me in had his bout just before the interval and then he was ready to leave while the third bout was on so I went out with him, and to his car. He said he would pull up away from other cars and asked who I had been with before. I said “just a guy who pays to take me in sometimes”. He asked if it was a boyfriend, so I said no, “someone your age”. He asked if I fucked. I said no. He asked if I was a virgin, I said yes, and he said “one day then”, and undid his trousers and left me to feel inside for his cock. It was interesting, smaller than Brian's. I felt it a bit before I put my head down and took it in my mouth. He said it felt good and felt my small boobs through my blouse, then he started telling me how gorgeous I was and he asked me to stop and kiss him. We had a really erotic snog. It felt nice, funny, feeling his tongue in my mouth, sort a shiver down my spine as I got back to his cock and closer to him and he was feeling my bottom and legs through my trousers. I sort of wished his hands were on my naked flesh, but then he pushed my head down and held me there while he pumped his spunk into my mouth. There wasn't as much as with Brian. I guessed that was because the wrestler has someone different every night, and Brian only has once a month with me. We had another kiss and he told me to look out for him in future, then he asked if I could get to a nearby town, where he was appearing soon. I said I might be able to get a bus there, and he said if I did he would give me a lift home. He checked his diary and wrote be down a couple of dates there were shows in the area and said I should try and get to any of them. I walked back to the hall, and the bloody woman on reception wouldn't let me back in. I was fuming, so went home.

I didn't have the internet or a mobile phone in those days, but I did some research on where there were other wrestling shows, and I found one that was about an hours bus ride away, and then the show that the wrestler had told me to go to, which meant a bus and a short train journey. I asked my mum if I could go to these shows and told her that I had met a family with a daughter my age who would give me a lift home, so my mum agreed. I also tried to get her to buy me some decent clothes but she said I would have to get a weekend job, which I did eventually. My sisters had moved out by now so I went through old clothes they had left, although there wasn't much I wanted.

On to the show the following week, and it was a different promotion and set up completely, a large Town Hall. I couldn't get there very early and was unsure whether the wrestlers etc would use the main entrance or a back door, but I did find a door at the back where there were a couple of autograph hunters, so I stayed round there and watched for cars, or men carrying sports bags or suitcases. I soon noticed a tall, youngish man coming up the road with a bag, so before he got to the back door I asked if he was a wrestler. He said yes and asked if I wanted a photo with him. I said “no, can you get me in please ? – I know a few wrestlers and it's the first time I've been here”. He asked where I usually went, and carried on walking slowly, then he said OK. He stopped to sign two autographs and then banged on the door and a man let us in and the wrestler told me to sit in the corridor and he would check in. He came back after a few minutes and asked if I fancied a coffee, and we went to the coffee bar and he asked me about myself and told me his name was Chris, and he asked if I fancied finding a “quiet room”. I became quiet an expert on finding quiet rooms. We went up to the Circle and tried a few doors, I told him I only do blow jobs, and he laughed and said he liked me.We found a room and went in, and he moved me back against the door and bent down to kiss me and it went on for ages. His hands were all over me. I had trousers and a jumper on, and he put his hand up my jumper and felt my bare breasts and said how nice and soft they were, and that he liked small breasts. He kissed me some more and then pulled my jumper off over my head an kissed my little breasts and asked me if I was sure I didn't fancy sex. I said “no not really” and he said ok and undid his trousers and told me to show him what I could do. I knelt down and felt his cock, and took it into my lips and worked me way up and down and he was stroking my hair and telling me what a good job I was doing and it took him about two minutes before he shot his spunk down my throat. He was in a bit of a rush afterwards to get back to the dressing room, so I dressed and we went downstairs. He told me to watch out for him anywhere I went, and not to talk if he was with his girlfriend, but he would come back out and get me when he had parked her in the bar.

I went to the toilets and then had a look round, watched a couple of contests and then went back to sit near the dressing rooms. I decided I had better leave just after 9pm to get the bus home, but then a really big man came out of the dressing room and had a walk round and asked if I was with anyone. I said no, and he asked “are you coming for a walk outside”. I told him I had to go for my bus soon, and he said “come on then, I'll walk you to your stop”. Once outside he asked where I was from and where my bus stop was, and then he took my arm and said “come up here a minute” and led me across the road and up a small alleyway. He said “I hear you're a great cock sucker”. He was already undoing his trousers, it was dark up there, and he told me to get on my knees, and then asked if I was “clean”. I didn't know what he was getting at, but said yes, and he pushed a big fat erection into my mouth as far in as it would go. I choked but managed to control it and started working his cock, with a lot of help from his hands holding my head, and he was saying “come you little slut, get sucking, suck it hard”. He was more or less just fucking my mouth, completely different to what I had done before, and I could feel my hands and arms shaking. I was shocked and hated it but liked it at the same time. Then he suddenly pulled his cock out and shot his spunk all over my face and hair. Then he justput his cock away and walked off leaving me knelt there. Wow ! That was weird !. God I had to use a tissue to try and clean my face and hair (without much success) and then dash off for my bus, which I missed and had to wait 30 minutes for the next one. At least there was a toilet to get cleaned up in, but it was pretty disgusting in there. But never mind, there was less than a week to the next show.

Gem xx