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Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #4 (True,mttb,exhib,humil,spanking,oral,forced)
Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 22:10:05 -0500
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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
    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 fill in the missing links and because it's still
    nostalgic.
                 If you would like to comment on these stories,
criticize
    them, or whatever, send inquiries to strangesub@yahoo.com

    I went over to Jimmy's house about two weeks later with another
friend of mine, Brian.  We played a game called "Careers" - sort of an
early version of "Life."   As had often happened the whole summer
since that night in the tent with Mark and Tim, Jimmy slyly asked when
Brian wasn't listening  "if I wanted to fool around or something." 
And, as I usually did, I just ignored the question and continued to
play the game.  This had been an on again off again pattern for us
since that time.  As I said before, Jimmy was a little weird.  He
never got got mad or persisted when I ignored him, but he never
stopped asking either.
    But this time I remembered what Peter had told me and I blurted
out "Did you tell your brother I sucked your cock?"
    Brian looked at me in interested amazement.
    Jimmy immediately blushed and looked away.  "No, no, I didn't say
anything to him." he mumbled, obviously lying.
    "Well, I didn't suck your cock, you know.  So you lied." I
retorted, ignoring his reply, and really not thinking about Brian
being there.
    "Who said that I said that?" Jimmy wanted to know.
    "Your brother," I replied.
    "Fuckshit," he replied. "Why would my brother tell you that?"
    "Why don't you ask him?" I said, getting angry now, with Jimmy's
denials; with Peter's humiliation of me.  I didn't care who was
listening to this conversation.
    "Fuckshit," he came back at me, getting angry himself now.  "I
will."
    He jumped up and ran downstairs, out into the back yard where
Peter was sitting.  Brian and I followed him.
    "What did you say to Greg?" Jimmy demanded immediately when he saw
his brother.
    "About what?" said Peter bemusedly, looking at the two of us.
    "You know, about..." Jimmy hesitated, suddenly wary of saying too
much, "sex."
    "You mean how much you like sucking dick," Peter replied coolly.
    Again, Jimmy blushed and looked embarrassed,  but I was vengefully
amused.  I wasn't the only the only one to be used as a boy whore,
getting fucked in my mouth.  My dick tingled as I imagined Jimmy
giving his brother a blow job.  I only half-wondered what Brian
thought of all this.
    "We've got an exclusive club here, you know," said Peter, "Brian,
do you want to join the club?"
    "Wh-wh-wh-what kind of club?" Brian stammered, taken aback by this
sudden sexual turn directed at him.     Brian was another childhood
friend of mine, a year younger than me.  Tim was his older brother. 
He was a smart kid, but a little babyish (which is why he was playing
with Jimmy and me.)
    "We take off our clothes, run around naked and play with each
other," said Peter.  "It's called the 'X-Club'."
    "I-I-I don't know.  I guess.." replied Brian.
    And he really didn't know.  I was looking at Peter in amazement. 
Was he just making all of this up?  Or did he really have a club of
boys that ran around naked like I did?
    "OK.  Since, we have a new member, we need an initiation. So, take
off your clothes."  Peter smiled, staring at Jimmy.
    In spite of everything, I was shocked.  Although Jimmy and Peter's
parents weren't home and the large backyard was fenced off from view,
this seemed outrageous on Peter's part.  However, I guess that Jimmy
didn't think so - without a word, but with a hesitant half smile, he
began to undress.  Brian watched with increasing fascination.  I
watched in silent disbelief, but my cock began to stiffen in my pants
as he stripped down.
    "You too, Moran," said Peter to me, as Jimmy pulled off his
underwear, letting his naked hard on spring loose, his thin, hard
penis jutting out in front of him.
    My chest tightened and I'm sure I had "a deer in the headlights"
look on my face.   My rigid cock was pulsing in my pants and my
sphincter was tightening and loosening with anticipation, but I was
frozen, not wanting to give in to this freaky exhibitionism.
    "Help him," said Peter to Jimmy.
    Totally naked now, Jimmy walked over to me and as Brian looked on,
he started unbuttoning my shirt, his stiff member poking my hard tool
through the outside of my pants. My mouth fell open and I started
breathing harder as I let him disrobe me.
    "I can do it," I finally said, as Jimmy started pulling down my
zipper.
    Even though I was scared,  I did it.  This is who I was.  I got
naked in public and did perverse sexual things. Again, even though I
still thought Peter was scary bully, or maybe because of that, I took
off the rest of my clothes until Jimmy and I were both naked with our
rigid dicks bobbing in the sunlight.
    "OK, now your turn Brian," said Peter, looking at Brian
expectantly.
    "Uhh," he said, unsure of himself.
    He looked at Jimmy and my naked bodies with our hard little cocks
and decided.  He shrugged and stripped off his clothes.
    His cock was also hard by the time he got his underwear off.  He
wasn't quite as as hairy as his brother Tim, but he still had a short,
very thick penis that looked like a little log sticking out of his
thick brownish pubic hairs.
    "Now," began Peter, "Because Jimmy and Greg have violated X-Club
rules and ran around naked without X-Club supervision, they have to be
punished.  So, I want all three of you to line up - Greg first, then
Brian, then Jimmy."
    We did as we were told, but now I knew that Peter had to be making
all of this up!   X-Club rules!  Right.  At least I think he was
making it up.
    "Brian, put your hands tightly around Greg's waist and don't let
go.  Jimmy, you do the same thing to Brian."
    Brian pulled himself to my backside, his naked flesh pressing
against me, his fat boy cock spearing into my ass, the hard tip
pressing above my anus.  Jimmy did the same to Brian and I could feel
the hot naked sandwich the three of us made.
    "Brian and Jimmy.  Both of you try to handle Greg's penis while I
go inside for a minute.  Otherwise, nobody move from this position." 
Peter left.
    Brian moved his hands down to fondle my cock, squeezing and
kneading it.  Jimmy tried to reach his hands around also, tugging at
my genitals.  We were a squirming mass of naked teenaged flesh, a
fifteen year old; a fourteen year old and a thirteen year old; cock
and balls lodged in the cracks of each others asses, rubbing against
each other with sexual glee.  I moved my ass against the hard,
protruding cock invading it and squeezed my asscheeks, massaging it as
Brian and Jimmy massaged me.  We were all giving out little giggles
and groans and grunts.  This was fun!
    Peter came back outside and watched us, appreciating the erotic
sight.
    "All right, enough," he commanded. "Look at me.
    He had a ping pong paddle in his hand.
    "It's time to initiate our newest member and punish our two
members who like to expose themselves to innocent people who are not
members.  We are going to play tag.  When I catch you, you will
receive five whacks with the paddle.  Now run."
    He started walking towards us and we all let go and bolted,
giggling and screaming like a bunch of girls as he tried to catch us. 
 We ran this way and that in the large yard, our hot, hard cocks
leading the way, and Peter seemed to having as much fun as the rest of
us.  He would put on a burst of speed and his 19 year legs would
overcome one of us, but instead of catching the boy, Peter would smack
him on the ass with his hand or make a grab for a cock and we would
run away again.  Finally, he caught me half way in the middle of the
yard, grabbing me from the back.
    "I've got you homo," said Peter triumphantly, sending a thrill of
fear through me as he encircled my ass with his hands and grasping my
prick and balls, he pulled them and lifted my squirming naked body up
in the air, letting most of the weight rest on my genitals
    "AHHhh, FUCK!" I yelled out. "STOP! Please. That Hurts!"
    "All right," he said, easing me back to the ground, "but now you
have to take your punishment for being such a pervert faggot."
    I was panting from running around and at the thought of whatever
he had in mind, my organ achingly hard,  and I was suddenly scared all
over again.  I was trembling as he led me over to a tree.
    "Put your hands above you on the trunk, put your feet back, spread
apart."
    I assumed "the position" that he told me to and just leaned there
against the tree, supporting my weight on my hands and arms.  He
snaked his left hand around my waist and cupped my testicles again
along with the base of my boner.
    Then, SMACK!  One asscheek lit on fire as he hit me hard with a
ping pong paddle.
    "AAHHHFUCKSHIT!" I screamed, jerking up.
    "No, no," he commanded in my ear, squeezing my ballsack hard,
"Take your punishment like a man.  Gotta teach you to do what's
right..."
    "Oooohhh, please, noo," I pleaded, my knees giving out in pain as
he crushed my tender nuts.
    "I won't move.  I promise.  Pleese..." I begged.
    His hand eased up on my aching balls and he said, "Now stick your
butt out."
    I complied and arched my back to further expose my naked ass to
his cruel blows.
    SMACK!  He whacked me on the other asscheek.  I flinched, but this
time I also moaned, feeling a heat in my crotch that was new and
exciting.  The burning feeling from my abused balls radiated upwards
into my hard cock and the fire in my ass had me trembling with base
lust.  I didn't understand it at all.  A little more than a week ago,
I had cried over being Peter's degraded sex toy and now, here I was
practically asking him to hit me.
    SMACK!  "Uhhaahhh," I cried out as Peter hit the soft inner flesh
of my naked thigh.
    SMACK!  "Ahhhhh,"  I yelled as he hit the other side.
    My whole body was quivering now.  I could not fucking believe
this!  I was totally turned on by this in a way that went far beyond
any of my adolescent pornographic fantasies.
    Peter ran his hand over my burning ass and thighs, rubbing my
young reddened flesh, stroking my asscrack, touching my asshole.
    Then, SMACK! One more paddle landed square on my ass, overlapping
all other four swats.
    "If you're a good boy," he whispered in my ear, caressing my
burning ass,  "I'll let you suck my cock again."
    "Okay, Jimmy," said Peter.  "Stand next to Greg, asses together."
     I turned my head, and there were Jimmy and Brian, just watching
this spectacle.  Both of their cocks were still hard. Jimmy walked
over next to me assumed the same position I was in, our naked flesh
touching with our asses cheek to cheek.
    SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Peter laid five strokes on to
Jimmy's naked ass.  Jimmy moaned with each one, pushing his ass out
farther to greet the paddle, wriggling next to me with boyish passion.
    "Okay, now.  Greg, lie down on the ground.  Jimmy, get on top of
him in a sixty-nine.  Brian, against the tree."
    He maneuvered all three of us into the positions he wanted.  
Jimmy was on top of me and his warm mouth immediately engulfed my
throbbing hard on.  It felt incredible.  The wetness.  The softness. 
He sucked my cock in and it was everything I ever imagined a blow job
to be - I could feel Ellen's mouth on my cock.  I could feel the wet
insides of her cunt surrounding my fevered shaft.  I groaned with
passionate glee and arched my hips to have him take every inch of my
cock that he could handle.
    Jimmy's hard cock rubbed against my face as Brian straddled us
both. He seemed totally mesmerized by this whole illicit scene.  He
let Peter put him into spanking position, his naked ass about three
feet in front of me.  His puckered anus was clearly visible as his
legs spread out and opened his asscheeks.  His thick dick was gooey
with pre-cum.
    Peter landed the paddle on his ass.
    "AHHHH!"  cried out Brian as the first blow struck.
    I could see the red mark appear right away.  I opened my mouth to
take Jimmy's thin cock.  He was lustily eating my tool and I was so
turned on.
    "AAHH, NOO!" screamed Brian as the second stroke was applied.
    He suddenly turned and sat down all at once on Jimmy's ass, trying
to get away from Peter's brutal blows.  Jimmy's cock was literally
driven into my throat.  I choked under the weight of Brian's body
mashing Jimmy's crotch into my face and I frantically tried to push
them off.  But Brian rolled off immediately and got up and started
running to the patio where his clothes were.
    "I don' wanna do this," he cried.  "I don't wanna be in your
stupid club."
    Peter ran after him and easily caught and grabbed him.  "It's too
late, cocksucker.  You're in.  Now you have to take more punishment."
    He grabbed him tightly and started rapidly paddling Brian's ass,
eliciting screams of pain from his victim.  Jimmy and I stopped our
cocksucking and watched in fascination.  I was looking over Jimmy's
own reddened ass, his cock pressed against my chin as Jimmy lifted his
head up from between my legs.
    Peter stopped spanking Brian, as the boy started crying real tears
of pain and humiliation.  Then he unzipped his pants and letting them
fall, he brought out his own hard, thin prick, forcing Brian to his
knees and placing his rigid manhood right in the boy's sobbing mouth.
    "Suck me good, and you can go." demanded Peter of the naked boy.  
    He grabbed Brian's head and began fucking his soft mouth.  Other
than continuing to cry, and gag as Peter's dick hit his throat, Brian
didn't seem to resist this mouth rape.  I watched in stunned
disbelief. On one hand, seeing this naked 13 year old sucking this
man, with his pants around his knees and only his underwear pulled
down to give Brian's virgin mouth access to his ravaging tool, made me
harder and more horny.  On the other hand, the fact that Peter had
just recently raped me and in spite of the fact that it made me hard
and horny, I didn't like it at all.  I thought that he was crazy.  In
his own way, he was weirder than Jimmy.  It made me lose whatever
passion I had in that moment.  I didn't know what the hell was going
on.
    But Jimmy's naked body was still on top of me and our hard penis's
still twitched in excitement.  My carnal lust was still turned on.
    "You suck at cocksucking," said Peter disgustedly, after about a
minute of abusing the naked boy's mouth.
    He pulled his cock from between Brian's sobbing lips and said,
"Fuck it.  Go on get out here."
    Brian got up still crying and said, "I hate you.  I don't want to
be in your stupid club."
    He gathered up his clothes and ran inside to get dressed.
    Peter walked back to us, still entwined on the ground and said,
"What the fuck are you two looking at?  Homos.  I want to see you suck
those dicks."
    Immediately our cocks went back into each other's mouths and we
embraced in a passionate sixty-nine suck off.  My head was still
totally fucked up and spinning at the obscenity that I had just
witnessed; this was fucking crazy, but Jimmy's mouth felt so good on
my throbbing tool and I started to buck my hips off the ground and
felt him do the same as we sucked each other in boyish passion.  All I
cared about was cumming in his mouth.  It was just too much.
    Peter stood above us, stroking his own hard dick as he straddled
our bodies once more.  As he watched us suck each other off, his hand
moved faster and faster until he let out a large groan and the cum
started spurting out of his fleshy weapon.  He aimed it toward my
upturned face and gob after gob of it spattered my forehead, nose and
Jimmy's ass humping my willing mouth.  This drove me over the edge and
I thrust my hips upwards and emptied my sperm load into Jimmy's hot
mouth, shooting my cum into his throat.  I moaned and quivered as
Jimmy continued to fuck my mouth, until I was spent, his warm lips
still encasing my softening tool.  But he continued fucking my mouth
and I couldn't take it anymore.  I finally pushed him off and rolled
over.
    "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Bitch," moaned Jimmy as he grabbed his penis
and started pumping way.  He pushed me over to my stomach and knelt
between my legs, trying to shove himself into my ass crack once more. 
Just like in the tent.  His thin tool slid up and down my ass slit,
hitting my anus as he fisted himself.
    I wasn't sure whether I should resist or not because, after all,
he hadn't gotten off yet (I was such a polite kid...).  Plus the fact
that I didn't want to move.  And his cock slithering at my asshole
felt kind of good.  But I sure as hell knew that I didn't want to be
fucked in the ass again,  I thought maybe I would wait and see if he
actually penetrated me.
    I didn't have to worry long, because as he tried to find my anus
with his excited dick, pounding away with the tip of his cock, I heard
him moan and felt the warm gush of semen directly on my asshole again.
    "OOOoooo, Yeah, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Bitch," he moaned over and over
again as he pumped his hot seed into the slit of my ass.
    Peter watched us as we both lay there, our youthful passions
spent.  I looked up at him, his cum still dripping down my face, 
Jimmy's oozing out of my ass crack.  He gave a satisfied smile, pulled
up his pants and walked back to the house.  I rolled over on my back,
dizzy with the results of our tryst and then I spied the next door
neighbor's gardener's head.
    He was obviously standing on a ladder, overlooking the fence. 
Probably pruning bushes or something.  This was an old (maybe 60? 65?)
guy who had been doing the gardening for this neighbor since before I
was born.  He had known me all of my life, even though we rarely spoke
to each other.  The fence was about thirty yards away from where we
were.  He looked totally disgusted and just shook his head at me and
climbed down the ladder.  I had no idea how long he had been watching.
 Without saying anything to Jimmy at all, I jumped up threw my clothes
on over my sperm slicked body and left.  I was now terrified all over
again.  What if my parents found out?  What if the other kids I knew
found out?  What if everyone knew I was a homo pervert?  Fear and
terror and loathing myself for giving in to Peter's sex games ruled my
emotions for hours and days.
    I avoided Jimmy and Peter for awhile after that.  Peter even
called my house one time telling me that we had to have a "X-Club"
meeting.  I told him I couldn't and hung up. I had to convince Brian
not to tell anyone what happened because then they would all think he
was a homo faggot too.  I also convinced him that I broke up the
"X-Club" because of what Peter did to him.  It apparently worked and
our friendship returned to normal.  Although I eventually played a
little with Jimmy after that, I had him come over to my house and I
wouldn't let him talk about sex anymore.  The gardener never said a
word.
    But I was freaked out.  I was freaked out because apparently Peter
didn't care who knew about his perversions.  He was a bully and liked
making people do things.  And I was freaked out because I didn't want
anybody to know that I was a big pervert.  It was my secret life and I
wanted it to stay that way.  Brian, the gardener, Ellen....  There
were just too many people who knew about my sex life and it really
bothered me.
    As far as I know, nobody ever told anybody about anything, but I
studiously avoided Peter, even though I replayed the scenes with him
in my mind when I masturbated many times until they had permanent
places alongside the rest of my pornographic fantasies.
    For years thereafter, Ellen's slick, sweaty body, my ass whipping
and our sixty-nine cock suck were in my daydream fantasies.  In the
rare wet dreams I had, Ellen's juiced up cunt and sopping wet pubic
hairs figured prominently along with cocksucking and spanking.
    I was a bit more discreet after that in my "naked runs," but I
never stopped doing it, and in later years continued this aberrant
form of exhibitionism while driving a car, jogging, on the job or in
someone else's house or yard.  I masturbated naked everywhere and
anywhere, almost never getting caught, but always having that danger
turning me on.

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