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Sex.
The great obsession.
These are the stories of my lives.
Its permutations of cocks and cunts, holes and moans and slick
fluids.
The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to a virtual
exhibitionism. I am able to fuck and get fucked in public. There is
no kinky activity I have to hide away for fear that my "normal"
friends would consider me a deviant reprobate. All of us voyeurs can
watch as I relive My Sex Life and expose all of the perverse things
that I have done and that have been done to me - things that I have
never told anybody.
All of the stories written here are true. I have been eroticized
all sorts of details in order create hot sex - but the the actual
"scenarios" happened. In truth, sometimes the reality was far less
interesting, exciting or pleasant. But my purpose is to make you hard
and wet.
I started writing these stories about six years ago. I picked it
up again last year and decided to reprint the whole thing again in
order to filling in the missing links and because its still nostalgic.
If you would like to comment on these stories, criticize them, or
whatever, send inquiries to strangesub@yahoo.com
My Sex Life #1
Greg Discovers Sex
In 1965, I was 11 years old. My knowledge of sex was virtually
nil. It was not something I thought much about, except.....
As an 11 year old, I was a chubby kid. Roughly 5 1/2 feet tall,
weighing about 150 pounds. I was a late bloomer, so my body was
hairless and my genitalia were underdeveloped until well into my
teens.
I had red hair, usually cut in the brush cut style of the times;
I wore glasses; had lots of freckles and a ready smile.
We used to camp out in our rather large backyard. I would camp
alone or with friends or with my brother and his friends.
In the summer of '65, I was out in the tent by myself one night.
It was a hot, humid summer night and I was lying on top of my sleeping
bag, naked, inside my tent. Our next door neighbors had built a
swimming pool a few years before and I fondled my hairless,
sweat-slicked penis and ball sack while my sweaty, wet, pre-pubescent,
little body was longing for that water.
So, as kids have done from time immemorial, I snuck my nude little
bod out of the tent, slipped across our yards, climbed over the fence
and went skinny dipping. It was a great feeling of exhilaration. The
water was fantastic on that hot night and the fact that I was getting
away with doing something indecent or naughty was exciting. After
getting out of the pool, I spent another half hour or so creeping as
close as I could get to my neighbors' house (as if they were going to
be looking out window to catch me in the middle of the night). Then,
I just lay there, stark naked, my hands running over my wet flesh,
caressing my tiny erection while my heart beat rapidly at the implied
danger of being found out.
Later on that summer I camped out with my best friend, Eddie. It
was another hot night. We were still up and very much still sweating,
at midnight.
I told Eddie, "Nobody's awake anywhere, let's go swimming next
door."
Eddie was hesitant, but I quickly shucked my underwear and stepped
outside the tent, naked. We had never seen each other without our
clothes on before and that, along with the danger of getting caught,
really had my heart racing.
"C'mon," I said. "It's OK, I've done this before."
"Shit," said Eddie, using the unaccustomed profanity to shore up
his bravado, "OK."
Then he stepped out naked too.
It was my turn to stop and say "Shit," with appreciation. Although
Eddie was also only eleven, his muscular body was already well into
puberty. His skin was soft and smooth, but there were tiny wisps of
curls between his two pink, boyish nipples. He was thinner than I was
and his flat stomach sported an innie belly button. Below that his
cock looked huge compared to mine. It was nestled in black, curly
pubic hairs than ran down over his large balls. I was awe struck that
he should have a
man's penis and balls on his little boy body. I looked down at
myself to see if there was something wrong with me. But no, I was the
same, it was Eddie that was odd.
"How come you're so big?" I asked in all innocence.
"I dunno," he said, "I just am."
I continued to stare at him, my own little cock feeling
"twitchy," until he got embarrassed and ran off to jump in the pool.
I followed to tell him "for God's sake be quiet,"
I didn't think much more about it as the joy and danger of skinny
dipping again with my buddy overcame us.
After our swim, I suggested that we run around naked and go skinny
dipping in as many neighborhood pools as we could. After a moment's
hesitation, Eddie decided he was game and we took off. Eddie ran to
the street and put his back against a tree to shield him form the
street and the streetlights. I ran right up to him and pressed my
naked body against his. Our crotches touched. As he started giggling,
I put my hand over his mouth and said "Shhh!:
I pressed even tighter against him, our wet, naked flesh joining,
as a car drove by, briefly lighting up my backside with its
headlights. We froze there for a moment and both of our pricks
stiffened, his hard on poking into me and mine rubbing against him.
Then I laughed and ran across the street to crouch behind some bushes.
Eddie ran across too, right into me and knocked me forward so that he
was stretched out on top of me with his big, hard dick in the crack of
my ass.
We lay there for a second, his quivering rod rubbing against my
asshole, pulsing against my anal ring.
"Asshole," I said and I threw him off and ran to the next set of
bushes.
For the next hour or so, we snuck around like maniac secret
agents, giggling, bumping into each other as we crept or leapt from
bush to bush or ran past the streetlights. We would keep on rubbing
up against each other, touching each other's ass or cock or balls,
even when we were sneaking into the neighborhood pools.
We hugged each other in the pools, our wet bodies drinking each
other in. The excitement of slithering our stiff dicks around on each
other's naked body was incredible. Every time we paused, we would
press against each other, not really knowing what we were doing, but
knowing that it felt great. Our rods stayed hard all the way around
the neighborhood, until we finally got back to the tent.
We dove in and zipped up the mosquito netting and hugged each
other on our sleeping bags - just for the sheer joy of it all. As
hard as we were and as good as it felt, we went to sleep just gently
rubbing up against each other because - we knew nothing about sex.
We just knew we had a good time. That may have been the finest sexual
experience in my life. It was a wonderful night.
After that night, Eddie never wanted to run around naked again,
but I started going as often as I could - sometimes skinny dipping,
once or twice with another friend, or sometimes I'd just run around
bare ass naked for the sheer dangerous thrill of it. It made my dick
hard.
I remember once, when my parents weren't home, taking a shower
with soap, naked in our backyard, while it was pouring rain. I felt
the most incredible sensations in my cock as I soaped it clean.
But as I noted, I was totally ignorant, as in almost willfully
stupid, about sex. The thrills I felt was because I was doing
"dangerous" things and not getting caught.
When I was 12, sometime before the winter of 1966, I was over at
my next door neighbor's, house. Park and I were watching TV in his
basement, sitting on a couch with a blanket over us to keep us warm.
He was a year older than I was, with about the same build and
chubbiness and brush cut hair. As kids do, we started wrestling
around a little bit under the blanket and then things escalated and we
started grabbing each other's crotches. He grabbed me first. I
grabbed his
hands and tried to pull him off my hardening little penis. When I
finally pulled him off me, I grabbed his crotch, trying to hold onto
his dick through his pants. Then he tried to get my hands away. As
soon as he overpowered me, he grabbed me again, I pried him off, I
grabbed him and we continued to wrestle under the blanket. We were
both sporting hard boners by this time and getting very excited when
Park managed to trap both by arms and yank my pants and underwear down
all at once. Then he quickly grabbed my stiff prick tightly and
wouldn't let go. Figuring that I might hurt myself if I tried to get
him off now, I opted instead to undo his belt and pants and take them
off. It was all just a big game and he offered little resistance.
Then we both kicked our pants and underwear off our legs. The game
then turned somewhat gentler as we started fondling each other's stiff
cocks and balls under the blanket. Then, without the wrestling part
it stopped being a game to me. The incredible sensations that I was
feeling in my prick were more than I had ever felt before and there
was a tightness in my chest that was causing me to pant. Park
started to breathe heavily also and his eyes glistened with erotic
excitement.
I began to become afraid - these sexual sensations were so strange
to me that it was as if a new thing were going on that had never
happened before in the universe. I felt like if we got caught,
something bad would happen. Park and I both seemed a little
embarrassed - we weren't wrestling anymore, we were just holding
onto each other's cocks and balls, moving our fists up and down,
gently jerking each other off....
Well, I got flustered and I sort of just got up, put my pants back
on and left. It was too weird and I didn't understand what I was
feeling.
This episode played itself over many times in my mind for several
weeks.
Then one day, Park was playing over at my house, in my basement.
We were playing a board game this time and he made a bet with me.
"Whoever loses has to do whatever the other guy wants," he said.
"Like what?" I replied. "I don't want to spend any money."
"Nah," he assured me. "Like a blow job."
"What's a blow job?" I asked, in all sincerity.
"You'll see," he said. "Deal?"
What the heck. I didn't figure on losing and besides, even if I
did, I didn't know what a blow job was, so how could I do one?
"Deal." I said.
Well, we played the game and I did lose.
"Okay," Park said. "Loser pays up."
"What? How can I do a blow job? I don't even know what it is."
"Remember when we were playing around a few weeks ago?" he
questioned me slyly.
His hand moved down to his crotch and he rubbed himself. I could
see the bulge in his pants begin to grow. At this point, I still knew
absolutely nothing about sex. Oh, I had heard a rumor that a man put
his pee pee into a woman and that's where babies came from, but the
mechanics and realities were totally bewildering to me. But, I
immediately feel that weird, exciting sensation again in my stomach as
I watched Park rub himself.
"Watch," he said and proceeded to take off his pants and
underwear. His youthful dick was already swollen and now that we
weren't under the blanket, I could see that he was
still hairless, like me and his hard dick was about than 5 inches
long However, unlike mine, his prick had a foreskin, now stretched
around his cock head with his piss hole exposed and sticking out .
"This is called my boner," he said. "Go ahead and touch it."
I shook my head no, as he continued to stroke his hard boy meat.
"C'mon, you were touching it before. Go ahead, just touch it,
you'll like it," he told me and, when I didn't respond again, he
grabbed my hand and pulled it to his rigid cock.
In spite of the grabby game of a few weeks ago, this was something
new. His stiff member jerked in my hand as I felt him.
"What's that thing around the top of your..... pee-pee," I asked,
feeling embarrassed at my baby words, but not ready to say "cock" or
"prick."
"That's part of my dick, stupid. Everybody's is shaped like that."
"Not mine," I said, still feeling very strange.
"Let's see," said Park and he came to me and started undoing my
belt.
I was both excited and curious by this time, so I helped him take
off my pants, then I suddenly became shy again, standing there in my
underwear, my hard little dick sticking out, with Park looking on, his
cock pulsing at me. I felt queasy.
"C'mon," said Park, "Pull them down."
I felt I had no choice. I lowered my underwear and the queer
sensations intensified, traveling once more from my stomach to my
hairless, jutting penis. Park looked at my circumcised prick and
said, "Wow, something happened to you. I've seen my brother's and my
father's cocks and they both look like mine. I wonder if yours works
the same way?"
He reached out to touch it and said, "Look, you do this thing
called jerking off. Lie down and let me show you."
I let go of his cock and laid back on the basement couch. Then
Park grabbed my boy tool and started rubbing it up and down in his
fist. This touch was the same bizarre feeling that I had had in his
basement, and it was beginning to scare me again
"If you're old enough," said Park, showing off his worldly
knowledge, still stroking my naked flesh, squeezing my hard shaft with
his hand, "when it feels really, really good, this white stuff comes
out of your prick called jiz.
I started panting again, and then shaking and it was really, really
scary, so I pulled his hand away and said, "I don't want to."
"OK," said Park, "but you have to give me my blow job."
"How do I do that," I asked.
"Sit up," he said as he stood up.
I did and his hard, throbbing peter was right in front of my face.
"Now, You should just put your mouth on it for a second."
When he said this, I jerked and moved back.
"C'mon," he wheedled. "You promised."
With that, he put his hands on either side of my head and started
pulling me toward him. I reluctantly let him until his pulsing dick
was right in front of my lips.
"Now, open your mouth and take it in," he said as he began rubbing
his cock head across my lips.
I moved my head back and forth, not sure I wanted to do this,
especially since his dick head was stranger than mine, but he held my
head in place with his hand saying "C'mon, you promised."
I opened my mouth a little and he slid his cock past my lips,
forcing them apart. The glans half covering his head rolled back as
his cock expanded into my mouth and I felt repelled by this strange
texture.
"Oh yeah,' he said, "this is great," even as I opened my mouth
wider to try and avoid touching any part of his greasy feeling cock.
But then he moved and because of the fact that I was not touching
his dick at all, he rammed all
the way to back and into my throat. I gagged and yanked my mouth off
him.
"This is no fun," I complained. "I don' wanna."
"Wait," he demanded. "You promised. Look, if you do it right, it
won't choke you. You just gotta put your lips around it. Now come
on!"
With that he grabbed my head again and forced his excited dick
into my mouth once more. I was scared but, I had promised.
"Now clamp down with just your lips and I'll slide it in and out."
I wrapped my lips around his hard member as he began to move his hips
a little, wiggling while I was still trying to keep him from touching
any part of my mouth except my lips.
"Boy," he said, stopping for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of my
mouth, "This is nice."
The fluttery sensations were wreaking havoc with my groin area and
I still didn't know what to make of all this. I didn't know if I was
feeling sick, or excited, or just weird. The only thing I did
recognize was that my heart was beating faster and faster and I had
that same kind of rush as I did when I was running around outside
naked.
Then Park began pumping his cock in and out of my mouth in
earnest.
"This feels so good Greg," he moaned.
Each stroke seemed to go a little deeper until he was hitting up
against the back of
my mouth again. But he wasn't jamming in my throat, so I just tried
to apply more pressure with my lips and squeezed his stiff member
harder to hold him back. I found that if I sucked on him, like a
lollipop, I could control it better. But then I had to use my tongue
too, and I could feel his weird foreskin sliding back and forth in my
mouth as he pulled out to the edge of my lips and back in again.
Then he cried, "Oh, oh , oh," and his pumping got faster.
I was afraid he was going to slam it down my throat again, so I
grabbed the base of his prick with both hands and squeezed.
Then he moaned louder, "Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh, I'm cumming, I'm going to
cum in your mouth."
The next thing I knew, he stopped and held my head as his prick
began spasming in my mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," he cried and his whole body shuddered.
I sat there paralyzed, not knowing what to do as he seemed to go
into mild convulsions. I stared up at him, his cock still in my
mouth, as he looked down at me and closed his eyes as his body spasmed
again. I realized that I had unconsciously grabbed my prick and was
squeezing it hard, trying to stop the crazy sensations that were
scaring me. I was breathing as hard as I felt, when Park finally let
go of my head.. He pulled his wet penis out between my unresisting
lips and stepped
back.
I looked at his glistening, dripping cock and I panted, "Is that
jiz?"
"No, you retard, that's your spit. I don't get jiz yet."
Seeing my hand still clutching my still hard tool, he asked, "You
want me to finish you off?"
"No," I said as I quickly let go of my member and stood up. "It
feels funny. I wanna stop now."
"OK," said Park amiably as he put on his underwear. "We can do it
some other time."
"I don't know," I temporized pulling up my underwear over my still
throbbing hard on, "It feels funny," I repeated.
My hard on seemed to last for hours after that. It actually hurt
a little bit and I was worried that I had damaged myself somehow. But
after I had finally become interested in something else, I noticed
that it was gone.
Park wanted to play bets again about a week later, but I told him
I didn't like it and he never brought it up again.
After that I would play with my prick at night in my bed, getting
it hard and caressing myself, learning to enjoy the "scary"
sensations.
About a month or so after that experience, I managed to, almost
accidentally, masturbate myself to my first orgasm. I was also too
young to have "jiz," but I was absolutely astounded by the sensation.
I started jerking off on a regular basis, marveling that nobody had
ever told me about this and actually wondering if other people knew
they could do this....
Then, I found my brother's porn novels.
I had two older brothers and an older sister. My sister is nine
years older than I was, and she was already married. One brother is a
year and a half older than I am - Mark. And Jeff, my other brother
was 6 years older than I. Jeff was off at college and I didn't see
him much any more. But he and his buddies had built a sort of
recreation room /party room in the basement they called the "Dun,"
sort of a combination of dungeon and den. There were all sorts of
couches and pillows
and posters and colored lights. Over the years we painted the walls
weird (this was the sixties) and just freaked it up in general. There
was a little back room in the Dun - that was where Park and I had
played "bets."
One of the things that Mark and I would do a lot is search each
other's rooms and anyplace else we felt like in the big, six bedroom
house that we grew up in. We were always thinking up secret hiding
places that nobody (so we thought) else could find. Jeff was away at
college, so all the boxes that he had piled up in the Dun were fair
game for searching. I really hadn't found anything of interest, but
then again, I had never searched to the bottom of the pile. I guess
Jeff had been counting on that, because that's where I found his
collection of pornographic novels.
I spent the next several years getting a very hot education on
sex - Sex with women, sex with girls, sex with boys and girls with
dogs, Dads and Moms with their kids, adults with kids, women tied up
and whipped in dungeons, women getting fucked in the cunt, the mouth
and the ass, kids with kids, sons getting it in the ass from their
Dads, brothers with sisters, brothers and sisters with Dads
and Moms and Aunts and Uncles and horses and bananas and whatever.
I began jerking off to the golden age of the pornographic novel
industry.
To this day, I have never seen such a variety of sensual
degradation. He must have had a
hundred different novels.
By this time, I was 13 years of age, but I still wasn't very
savvy on what the rest of the world
was doing, and I never thought much about why Jeff had gotten all of
these dirty books. I just knew they were mine now (As long as he
didn't find out and beat the shit out of me). I fantasized and
fantasized.... young twins, my age, a boy and a girl, camping on an
island, both getting fucked in the ass by their father and their
uncle... a beach bum, fucking a young girl on the beach, after first
having inserted a banana into her cunt and then licking and eating it
out.... a woman, naked, hanging in chains in a dungeon, being whipped
and tortured by her captor.... an older sister coming in naked to her
young brother and waking him up from sleep by sucking him off and then
fucking him....(I really liked that one :) an older brother raping
his young sister while his cousin waited his turn.... a young woman
in a special harness so that she could get fucked by a horse..... and
on and on and on. These books shaped my sexuality for all time. Porn
was my master and for the rest of my life, nothing was too bizarre,
too kinky, or too dangerous - as long as it made me hard. Which, at
those teenaged pubescent years, everything made me hard....
In the autumn of 1967, my brother Mark (who was then 15 years old)
and I were having an argument about me supposedly stealing his comic
books. Mark was about 6 feet tall at this point (he eventually
reached 6'4" ) and weighed about 240 pounds. He could have been a
linebacker. He had dark hair, no glasses and was pretty good looking
for a big fat guy. He had begun to grow his hair longer (it almost
touched his ears). Hey, it was 1967.
I had noticed "my" comic books (which I had stolen from him)
missing from one of my secret compartments and I went to his room and
stole them from his secret place and he had just found this out. Our
parents weren't home, so we were free to have a heated argument about
who stole what. The subject went to ridiculing each other's secret
hiding places and how easy they were to find. Mark finally said, "All
right, I'll make you a bet. I'll bet that I can hide this piece of
paper in my
room and you can't find it in fifteen minutes."
"That's a stupid bet," I said. "I'll win. And if I do, I get to
keep the comic books."
"Yeah," said Mark. "Well, if I win, you have to blow me!"
"Sure," I said. "It's a bet."
The odd thing was, was that I really didn't think about it. We
were both pissed at each other and I never figured that I'd have to
pay up anyway. In spite of all of my pornographic reading fantasies,
it simply never crossed my mind that my brother wasn't just making a
ridiculous bet.
To make a long story short, especially the last few minutes when I
begged him for clues like "hot" and "cold," I didn't find the paper.
(He had hidden it inside his telephone.)
Mark promptly pulled off his pants, lay down on the bed and told
me to
pay up.
I was in a panic.
His 6 inch cock was hard but only about 3 or 4 inches around.
However, it was curved almost like a boomerang. I stared at it
without moving. It looked really odd to me. He had a few dark, fine
curly pubic hairs, but they weren't so thick and bushy as I (now
vaguely) remembered Eddie's. But the curve was strange. My dick was
straight when it got hard.
My brother interrupted my thoughts.
"Do it now," he demanded. "We made a bet. You want to be a
welsher?"
I didn't want him to tattle on me for not paying up on my bet
(Hey, I already told you that I was a fairly stupid adolescent. "Like
who was he gonna tell," never occurred to me.) so, I tentatively bent
down and put my mouth over the head of his hard dick.
"Go ahead," he said, "blow me."
I had no idea of what to do( the thing with Park happened a
thousand years ago to me, and besides, he had done everything) so I
started moving my mouth up and down, my lips lightly touching the
sides of his cock, literally blowing hot air on his dick. I don't
know what this would have achieved, but he began jerking the bottom of
his prick as I blew on the top. After about ten seconds of this, he
yelled, "Yeah!, Ahhhhhh!" and lifted up his hips to thrust his dick
farther into my
mouth. At the same time I clamped down with my lips to keep him from
gagging me.
His hips shuddered and his cock started pulsing and I felt a
sticky goo splash up against the back of my throat. I tried not to
swallow, to back off, but at the same time, it kept on coming, filling
up my mouth. In shock, I pulled my head off to look, gagging and
swallowing all at once, but forcing a glob of semen out between
clenched teeth so that it dribbled down my face and another shot of
cum hit me on the nose and mouth.
I was absolutely amazed. Mark continued to fist his dick,
shuddering and pumping until his orgasm stopped.
I wiped the semen off my nose and face and looked at it while I
swallowed the last of salty residue, rubbing my tongue around my teeth
to get out the taste. This was cum. As in: "I'M CUMMMMING, AS HIS
HOT WAD SPLASHED ALL OVER HER TITS AND FACE!" This was jiz, spunk,
sperm, and it had come from my brother's penis! I had been reading
these fuck books for months now and masturbating, but I hadn't been
producing any sperm! So, it never occurred to me that my bother
would! Even though I had been reading about sperm by the gallon, I
was completely taken aback.
By this time, my brother was embarrassed and his dick was starting
to get soft, so he looked at me and said, " You faggot. You're
disgusting. Go clean up."
I quickly got up and went to the bathroom where I rinsed my mouth
out and cleaned my hands and face.
Sex and deeply personal issues were never discussed in our family,
so therefore neither my brother nor I ever talked about this incident.
It never came up again..... until it did.
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