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Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #6 (True,mt,nc,oral,spanking,exhib)
Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 18:10:05 -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
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 fill 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 #6

                         Greg Gets Caught
  
    For most of 1969, I had one fisted sex with myself.  I masturbated
over Playboys and porn novels with visions of the occasional girl that
I went out with.  I still ran around naked whenever I could, and I
still jerked off in totally inappropriate places, like empty
classrooms or under the grandstand during football games.  If I
thought it was "safe," (to my warped sense of safety), I would take
all my clothes off in these semi-public places and beat my meat.  I
would sit naked at the teacher's desk and deposit my sperm on his or
her chair or in the desk drawer.  There were a couple of places
underneath the grandstands (always on the visiting team's side, just
in case anybody did spot me) that were hard to get to, and pretty
dark.  I would strip and lie back, naked while I watched the feet,
asses and backs of the kids in the bleachers 10 to 20 feet above me. 
Sometimes I would just lie there, splattered with cum, and almost doze
off.  Another incredible perversion for Greggy Moran.
    I spent many days during the summer wandering far afield, naked
and jerking off.  Sometimes, if I was convinced I could get away with
it, I would expose myself and masturbate in full view of surprised
onlookers.  One of the interstate toll thruways ran through a
neighborhood that wasn't anywhere near my house, but was next to a
field and woods that I could easily flee to.  I would jerk off near
dusk, and stand by the side of the road, ejaculating my cum to the
shocked faces of motorists and truckers.   As they slowed down, I
would run away.  I stopped doing that when I almost caused a serious
accident.  Scared the shit out of me.
    There was a hill overlooking the creek, but totally inaccessible
from it.  Once I shot my wad for the dubious entertainment of a mixed
group of boaters.  I could hear their taunts of dismay as I ran away.
    The fall of 1969, I was in my second year of high school.  I was
still a little chubby and not really athletic, but I was playing
second string fullback on the high school soccer team.  The assistant
coach, Mr. Doyle (his real name!), was a very hyper hard ass.  He must
have been in his twenties and was lean and well muscled.  He didn't
like me, mainly because I was a happy go lucky chubby guy who goofed
around a lot.  One day after we lost a game during my freshman year, I
was playing around and he kicked me in the ass, hard, and chewed me
out for losing the game.  I was crushed as it was a public humiliation
and I later cried about it to myself.
    The exact same thing happened again this year.  We lost a game, I
was fooling around, and I got another kick in the ass.
    There was also a clean up detention where, if the coach thought
you were really bad, you had to clean up the locker room. Well, the
coach wasn't there this day, so Assistant Coach Doyle thought I
deserved clean up duty for my offenses.  After everyone left, I duly
cleaned up the locker room.  Realizing that only the custodial staff
was probably still in school, I stripped down to my jock strap to be
able to stimulate my perversions as I cleaned up.  I started
fantasizing about another soccer team member that I didn't get along
with and Coach Doyle.   They would be in the coach's office and Doyle
was such a hard ass that he was punishing Bob by making him suck his
cock.  But then Bob turned the tables and made Doyle suck his cock.
Bob made Doyle suck his chest nipples.....
    "C'mon, coach, work on my nipples. Get 'em hard."
   Doyle did what he was told. Neither of the naked men realized that
the whole team was watching their queer show through the office
window......
        - I pulled off my used jock strap and held it over my face,
sniffing in my own musky odors as I played with my naked dick....
    ........... Bob pushed Doyle down to his knees and forced his fat,
twelve inch cock into the coach's oral hole, sliding the full length
into his fucking mouth and throat, until he was choking Doyle with the
giant tubesteak......   Then, I was the only one watching this
perverted spectacle and a bunch of cheerleaders pranced into the
locker room.  I motioned to them to be silent and they crowded around
me, just out of cheerleading practice, their tight hard bodies
pressing into mine.  They watched the obscene spectacle in horrified
fascination as Bob pulled the Coach's face off his huge dick and
turned him around.   Doyle's eyes popped open and his mouth dropped
when he saw all of the girls watching him.  But he couldn't stop Bob
from playing with his butthole. Bob placed the head of his dick
against the coach's glistening brown hole, and shoved.
    "Ahhhhh," cried Coach Doyle as Bob's huge cock ripped into his
ass.
    The girls were disgusted and turned on by this filthy display of
mansex and their hands roamed my body.....   .....Caressing my naked
cock as the whole cheerleading squad, nine or ten of them, were all
naked in the showers with me, one beautiful girl kneeling down to take
my huge twelve inch cock into her mouth, her hard tits wet and firm. 
Another kissed me on the lips, her breasts pressing into me, while I
fingered her hot pussy.  My other hand was also in someone's cunt,
shoving into its wet flesh.  Other girls pressed me, cunts and tits
poking into my back and ass while Robin deepthroated my huge meat.....
    So, I'm lying there in a pile of dirty gym clothes and towels,
strark naked, my jockstrap on my face, beating my meat to my fantasies
when:
    "Moran!"
    Jesus, I thought, what the hell was Doyle doing here.
    I madly tried to jump into my jockstrap as I heard him walk into
the locker room.
    "Moran!  Dammit, are you here?"  Doyle demanded, clearly pissed
off.
    'Shit, shit shit shit shit,' I thought, trying to stuff my very
stiff dick into my very small jockstrap.
    For those unfamiliar with jock strap life - it is a small elastic
pouch that your cock and balls hang in with a wide elastic waistband. 
 There are also two pieces of elastic which run up the asscheeks in a
V from the crotch to the waistband.  That's it.  Although I was only
about six inches hard, there is no place to hide an erection in a
jockstrap.  The head of your cock will stick out.  In addition, if you
jump into a jockstrap very quickly, like in a second, the elastic and
everything will be all twisted and not necessarily where it is
supposed to be, and it is possible to miss one of the pieces of ass
elastic altogether, leaving it hanging on one side and pulling the
whole jock strap over to the other side.  Which is what I did.  Which
may be good for covering up an erection, but at the expense of having
your balls almost pop out below.  Probably.  Although it is impossible
to tell if you are jamming on the jockstrap and grabbing a pile of
laundry at the same time to cover yourself.  Which is what I did.   I
immediately felt my naked balls rubbing against the clothes as they
covered the center of my body and my crotch as Doyle strode into view.
    "What the hell have you been doing here?" he demanded.
    My whole body was literally shaking.
    "Uhhh, I, I was cleaning up..."  I stammered.
    "Well, don't screw around." he said decisively.  "Dump those
towels and pick up the rest and get out of here."
    Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, I thought.  I looked at him for a
split second, trembling in fear and sort of shuffled a little bit
trying not to turn around.  I realized, from the look on his face,
that he was about to kick me again.  Trying to avoid that
confrontation,  I  turned around and dumped the stuff in the hamper,
giving Doyle a perfect view of my naked ass.  I scurried on an oblique
angle away from him, trying not to turn around when,
    "Stop."
    I stopped, my heart beating like a jackhammer, my nude body
quivering.  The only solace was that my erection was starting to
soften, even though the tip was still squeezed in my jock strap
somewhere.
    "Turn around."
    I slowly turned, looking at the floor.  Unable to look in his face
at all.  My balls and half hard cock were exposed and tangled in my
jock.
    There was a moment of total silence as he looked me over.
    "That's it. Clipboard," he said.  "Bend over a grab ankles."
    "Now?  Here?  Like this?"  I blurted out in dismay.  
    He couldn't be serious.
    "Unless you'd rather I report this to Principle Bitner," he said
seriously.
    I sighed, bent over and grabbed my ankles.
    Now folks, I realize today this sounds like the opening to a porn
movie, but back in 1969, this was not necessarily a prelude to sex. 
He was going to smack my butt with his clipboard.  This was a normal
punishment for slackers and offenders in gym classes and on the
fields.  If you annoyed the gym teacher, he'd have you pull off your
shorts and smack you hard on your underwear in gym class.  Woe to you
if it was on a swimming day, as back then the boys also swam in the
nude.  On the field, you might get swatted several times as you didn't
usually have to pull down your pants in public - although it was known
to happen.  It was considered standard procedure.  If I had any smarts
back then, I could have probably gotten Coach Doyle in trouble for
kicking me in the ass while fully clothed, but not for smacking my
naked ass with a clipboard.  Different times, different rules.
    However, I felt it was decidedly weird for him to do this thing
while I was, for all practical purposes, naked in a locker room alone
with him.  The idea has always been public humiliation.   But this had
sexual overtones due to the fact that he was going to punish me for
doing my dirty sexual thing....
    However, in spite of my independent sexual streak, I generally
bowed to authority not wanting to get into more trouble than I already
was.  At least my hard on had gone away as I waited there, bent ove,
my hands on my ankles, my naked ass ready for  punishment.
    SMACK!  AH Shit!!  Doyle walloped my ass with the clipboard.  As
the incredible sting started to permeate, SMACK!, he did it again.
    "AAAAHH!" I cried out, involuntarily.  That really hurt.  I could
feel my ass begin to flame and he did it again!
   SMACK!
   "STOP!"  I cried, starting to really cry, all sexual thoughts
totally gone.  This was not fair.  Nobody ever got hit more than once
on their bare ass.
   "All right," he said.  "Don't move."
   I was suppressing the lump in my throat,  trying not to cry as I
continued to grab my ankles.  Knowing Coach Doyle, I figured that if I
stood up, he'd really hit me.  I heard him walk into his office and
then into the training room. Jesus, my ass and the back of my thighs
were on fire!  I knew that some of the other guys on the team probably
would have popped Doyle in the face for that kind of punishment but,
they probably wouldn't have been caught masturbating, and besides, I
didn't have the guts.  Again, as soon as I thought about me
masturbating, all of the illicit scenes that I had been playing in my
mind came back.  Plus, getting smacked by Peter....  Plus, I was bent
over, my red ass upturned, my balls and now cock hanging loose from my
jock strap.....   I started to get hard again.  Ohnofuckplease, I
moaned internally, trying to think of something else, but it was no
use.  My dick got hard.
    Doyle walked back to me, still bent over, my naked butt hot, red
and in pain, but now with an erection poking me in my stomach.
    Doyle poured cold ice water over my upturned butt!
    "AHHHH!" I cried again, startled at this new sensation.
    I  spontaneously moved and stood up as the freezing water shocked
my hot ass.  My cock stuck out in front of me, vibrating with a life
of its own.
    "You like this, said Doyle, putting the pitcher down and smacking
my ass again, this time with his bare hand.  "This excites you... I
figured you were this kind of guy."
    He pushed me against the locker, his hand still on my burning ass
and took something freezing cold and shoved it between my ass cheeks,
directly against my anus.  God, what was he doing to me?  I wanted to
cry, feeling very misused, confused and defenseless against his
sadism.  At the same time, I felt my cock pulsing against the cold
metal of the locker.  He kept what had to be ice cubes pressed against
my asshole, spreading their wetness around my glowing ass and thighs
 with the other.  Their was no stopping it and I moaned softly at this
bizarre pleasure pain embarrassment as I stood against the locker my
palms pressing the metal on either side of me.
    "You know, Moran," said Doyle in my ear, "if you'd get serious
about the game,  you wouldn't have time for these problems.  I hope
you'll straighten up."
    All the while he kept rubbing the icy mixture on my butt and up
and down my crack.  God, he was so weird.  This was crazy.  But my
dick was achingly hard and my ass started twitching at his erotic
punishment.
    Dolye then put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around,
dumping the ice cubes on the floor.
    "All right, Moran,"  he said, looking directly at my steel hard
rod, jutting out from my crotch, the jockstrap pushed to one side by
my hardness.  "You are a pervert."
    He grabbed my prick, squeezed it, and pushed it down towards the
floor.
    "This excites you, doesn't it."
    "Ohhhhh," I moaned out loud, my naked body jerking at his hard
touch.
    He was a pervert.  He was a fucking child molester.  And I hated
him. But God damn, my body was on fire.  I had no control.  He was in
charge.
    "Get down on the floor," said the coach, letting go of my cock. 
    "What?" I said, disbelievingly.
    "Down on all fours, Now," he ordered, reaching around and giving
me another smack on the side of my burning ass.
    I scrambled to obey and knelt before him.
    "Now lick up that mess you made," he said pointing to the water
and ice he had spilled over my ass onto the floor.
    "Coach..." I said, a tremolo in my voice, not quite believing
this.
    He leaned down and pushed my head to the floor. 
    "Lick  -  It  - Up," he said slowly. 
    I stuck out my tongue and started licking.  This was insane, I
thought, my heart pounding in fear.  Even so, my body continued to
pump blood to my hard dick and I was still turned on.  There was a
voice in my head that just wanted to get out of there.  I was very
afraid of Coach Doyle now.
    He walked around behind me as I vainly tried to lap up the water. 
    "Not bad," he said to my ass sticking up in the air. 
    He ran his hands over my hot cheeks, spreading them and exposing
my asshole.  I winced, as they still hurt even after the ice water.  I
was really worried at what he was going to do.  My heart was racing so
fast and I tried to subtly move forward, my mouth sucking the floor. 
It was unbelievable.
    "Oh."  I let another involuntary moan as a finger prodded at my
asshole.
    Please no, I thought.  What was he going to do?  What Is He Doing?
 My penis started jerking with a mind of its own as I felt his finger
try to penetrate the puckered bud of my anus.  I involuntarily
tried to open my ass wider to meet this invasion.
    Coach Doyle removed his hand. 
    "You like that don't you?" he said,  "You're a regular faggot,
aren't you?  Turn around!"
    I turned around on my hands and knees.
    "Sit up," he said.
    I sat up on my knees, my head at the level of his crotch.
    "Take it out, faggot" the coach directed.
    He didn't say what, but I knew what he wanted.  Jesus, I thought,
why does this  happen to me?
    When I hesitated, he grabbed on both sides of my head and
repeated,  "I said take it out!"
    Understanding that he might really hurt me if I didn't do as he
said, I pulled down his sweatpants and underwear and let his manhood
free.  It didn't register until much later - that he was hairless. 
His whole pubic area was shaved.  I didn't even notice at the time
because he was very hard and very ready.  He had thick, circumcised
penis, about 6" long, the same shape as Jeff's.
   "Suck it," he commanded without any further preamble.
   Wanting to avoid further punishment and humiliation, I let him
guide my head to his cock and I put my mouth over him.  He immediately
began pumping his hips and moving my head back and forth.  I was
mainly trying to keep my teeth out of the way, when suddenly my mouth
was filled with gooey sperm.  He kept on pumping, not making a sound
and I swallowed as he let a few more bursts loose.  His sticky sperm
clogged my throat and I hated him.  At the same time I was sucking his
spurting tool for all I was worth.  I felt enslaved and totally
degraded.
    Finally, when he was done, he let my head go, pulled up his pants
and underwear and said, "Put your clothes on and finish cleaning up."
    He walked back to his office, leaving me naked, my mouth full of
his cum, on my knees, my stiff dick pointing toward his back.
    I ran back to my locker, put on my clothes and split.  Fuck
cleaning up.
    I quit the soccer team after that.  It was no great loss and
nobody asked me any questions as to why.
    In later years, I realized that Doyle (I wish I knew his first
name) manipulated me.  He set me up.  I wondered if he did that to
other kids.  At the time, I just wanted to ignore it and walk away.
    Now, this experience finally left me very confused about my
sexuality.  I was 15, then 16 years old.  The thought of fucking women
really turned me on and was the mainstay of my pornographic fantasies.
 I really didn't pay that much attention to the homosexual stuff in my
brother's porn novels.  It was always connected with incest or some
other man/woman thing, so I just viewed it as an extension of straight
sex. But now, I was beginning to get a little worried.  Maybe I was a
homo.
    Okay, so I discounted the experiences with my brothers.  They were
my brothers, I thought, and the rest was special circumstances.  Yet,
I had been excited by Doyle whacking my ass (so I thought) and I
sucked him off to orgasm, my own dick throbbing with lust.  But I
hated Doyle and did not include this particular rape in my repetoire
of fantasies.  But, I did the same thing with Peter last year (a
hundred lifetimes ago in the time of a teenager).  And with Jimmy. 
Whoever.   Was I a faggot?   This bothered me.  I wanted to fuck
women. I wanted naked pussy.  Didn't I?..... (There were no gay people
in my world back then.  There were no bisexuals, not even homosexuals.
 There were just possible homos, faggots and queers....)

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