I was hard, so so hard, so hard that it almost hurt.
The need was unlike any I had felt before, and I knew that it needed to be sated soon or else the need truly would hurt me.
This was definitely a most unusual initiation rite. I remembered our host Charles giving me a glass of wine at dinner, and thinking that somehow it seemed different even though it looked and smelled just like any wine I had had the pleasure to consume in the past. The other men and women drank a toast to me on being accepted into their small Sexual Adventures organization.
Toward the end of dinner was when it happened: Out of the blue, I felt a stirring within my slacks, and a blush of embarrassment began to color my face. While I did find the three women in the organization quite attractive and definitely looked forward to sharing various sexual adventures with them, the dinner was neither the time nor the place to be thinking about them in an arousing manner. It had been decided previously that because I was the first non-founding member, I and all future members should be subject to an initiation rite, and as my erection began to truly solidify despite my wishes at the moment, I knew deep in my gut that this was the initiation rite I had to endure.
At the end of dinner, it was confirmed when Charles announced that my initiation rite was in progress. "Larry will need to engage in sexual activity with someone which requires him to orgasm, and he must provide visual evidence that this has taken place." Then, because he and the others knew that I was very much single at the moment, Charles purposely looked me in the eyes and said simply:
"Good luck!"
I had no idea where Charles (or perhaps someone else in Sexual Adventures) had bought the drug which had clearly been dissolved into my wine glass, but as I drove home at twenty-five over the speed limit so I could get my digital camera, I swore that if it was in my power, at some point in my life, I would do the very same thing to him - only I would first have him bound and forbid anyone from assisting him for several hours while his cock caused him great agony.
At last, I exited the highway, thankful that there were no cops chasing me and hopeful that the anticipated speed trap cameras had not yet been installed along the highway. Two blocks later, I pulled into the driveway and rushed through the cold and the snow into the house, having a hard time putting the key in the lock because the discomfort was almost to the point of being painful.
I already knew who I would call. After all, a friend-with-benefits would likely be the most understanding person in this situation.
...but Jenni did not answer her phone.
My mind reeled as I slid the batteries into the digital camera. Who could I call? Who could possibly want to help me in this dire predicament?
A particularly painful throb caused my erection to pulse, and I grunted aloud, thankful that only the cat could hear me... assuming the cat was even awake, wherever she was hiding.
The phone rang, and when I checked the Caller I.D. screen, I was thankful to see that it was Jenni. "Thank goodness you called me back!" I exclaimed as soon as I picked up the handset. "Where are you?"
"Home, silly. I was in the basement putting away the holiday decorations. Are you okay?"
"Uh... no!" I took a deep breath, then grunted in pain again due to another hard throb within my slacks.
"Are you hurt?"
"Well... I'm hurting, yes, and not really in a good way. Can you come over right away, or can I come see you?"
