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Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #8 (True,mf,mm,oral,voyeur)
Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2002 21:10:02 -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 #8 

                       Greg goes camping and meets Monster Cock

    Well, I had finally done it.  After years of fantasy and
frustration, I finally got laid.  And it was fucking fantastic. 
Unfortunately, it was also to be a short period of exploration because
I left several days after that glorious fuck to go to a summer
survival camp in California.
    Dawn and I had one more interlude the night before I went away.
    It was 9 or 10 o'clock at night.  We were at Dawn's.  Her parents
were in the open room at the top of the stairs in her split level
house, watching TV.  The short stairway opened up downstairs into a
large family room which then stepped up three broad steps on either
side of a large chimney into an open living room.  We were sitting at
the edge of these steps, saying our good byes.  We had been talking
and were now laid back on the floor, affectionately kissing - making
out, with her parents about thirty feet away, their voices and the TV
plainly audible from upstairs.
   Our kisses grew more passionate and our hugging more intense.  In
the darkened room, I gently began massaging Dawn's breasts, drawing
appreciative murmurs from her throat.  She again offered no resistance
as I lifted her and slipped my hands around her back, raising her
shirt and unclasping her bra.  She helped me remove it while keeping
her shirt on, and then, raising her shirt up I worshipped once more at
her comely breasts.  I loved licking the tips, hearing her moan in
gratitude, feeling the hardness of her nipples.
    I wanted her again and in spite of the proximity of her parents, I
moved my hands to her waist, unbuttoning her pants and slipping the
tips of my fingers under the top of her panties and walking them down
through the light curls of her pubis mons.  She lifted her hips and I
slid off her pants, panties and all.
    God, this was really hot behavior for her.
    She helped me move her pants off her legs and she let me ease my
questing hand into the warm folds of her pussy.  My hardness grew as I
drew forth liquid secretions from the inner reaches of that moist
hole.   I wanted to fuck her now.  My cock needed to be inside her
cunt again.   All the while playing with her naked cunt, I opened my
pants and slid them down to my thighs and, with her legs open on the
steps, her naked ass on the floor, knelt in front of her wet slit and
entered with my hard tool.
    The incredible sensation of her hot dripping cunt surrounding my
almost virgin manhood sent me over the edge almost immediately.
    I groaned and pulled out slightly, so that my first surge
deposited its sperm at the opening of her vaginal passage.  I again
pulled back and shot a load of spunk on her cunt lips.  I fell on
Dawn, sucking her titties and, rubbing my cock slickly over her open
pussy, oozing with my juices and hers, I came again, my cum pumping
onto her belly.
   At some point while we were fucking, half naked, her parents turned
off the TV and went to bed.  It is interesting to me that they had to
know that I was fucking their daughter....  I think.    But, I was to
find out through the years that all of my girlfriend's parents liked
me and somehow thought it was "OK" that I was fucking their daughters.
 I was just a nice guy.........  Odd, today.
    That was the last I saw of Dawn for a long time.
    It was the summer of  1971 and I was 17 years old.
    I went away to a survival camp.  We did some intense backpacking
in the high mountains.  It was all boys, ranging from 16 years old to
18 years old.  We camped two to a tent and were out for about 5 weeks
- camping and hiking; mountain climbing and rappelling; living at
around 10,000 feet high.  My tent mate was Bill, a muscular 18 year
old.  Between the altitude, the constant hiking and all of the things
we had to learn, I stopped jerking off.  I didn't have the fantasy
energy.  But, even with the cold nights, I still slept nude in my down
sleeping bag.
    About two weeks into the experience, I woke up at night with a
piss hard on.  As I contemplated whether or not I wanted to go outside
in the cold and pee, it became apparent that I was not the only one
awake.  There was Bill, about two feet away from me, lying on top of
his sleeping bag, naked, his hand wrapped around what looked like an
absolutely enormous cock.  I stared at it in the darkness of the tent.
 I remember seeing Bill naked before, and I knew he was hung, but his
cock didn't look anything like it looked now.  His thing was big, I
don't know, 6, 7 maybe 8 inches around and about a mile high -
somewhere between 10 and 12 inches long.  His entire body was really
well muscled and he looked like a stud horse.  I just lay there,
trying to see this mammoth prick, his large hand sliding slowly up and
down in the shadow,  fingers barely touching.  All of the horniness
that had seemed to disappear in the high air of the mountains came
back full-blown at this ghostly spectacle.  I felt my chest tighten
and my own hard on began to hurt.  As I spaced out on this scene, I
saw the whites of Bill's eyes staring directly at me staring at his
huge pole.  My aching cock and my full bladder were doing strange
things to this nervous feeling in my stomach.  I unzipped my bag and
crouched upright.  His hand still on his massive dick, Bill looked at
my throbbing erection with interest.  Feeling a little bit scared now,
I opened the tent flap and walked outside to pee, still naked as
usual.  It took a few minutes to force the piss from my engorged cock
as I pictured his huge  dong.  When I was done, my prick was still
hard.  Still nervous, I returned to the tent.  When I crawled back in,
Bill purposefully took his hand off his giant tool and put them both
behind his head.  He spread his hairy legs open revealing his huge
dark balls, inviting a closer inspection.
    The starlight had a dramatic effect on the illumination in the
tent and I left the flap open.  All of Bill's musculature was plainly
visible.  He looked like a sculpted statue in the silvery glow.  His
throbbing tool towered over his hard stomach.  I was mesmerized by
Bill's horse sized cock.  I had never imagined a prick could be so
large.  He was just lying there watching me as my gaze was ensnared on
his incredible body, probably knowing how magnificent he looked. 
Waiting to see what I would do....
     I knelt down beside him.....
     My heart was pounding.  My breathing was already labored and I
hadn't down a fucking thing.  It didn't matter......
     I reached out with both hands and grasped his monster shaft.
     My own cock jerked immediately and I started breathing in small
pants. My thumb and finger did not meet around Bill's massive member. 
It  moved in my hand and I moaned softly.  God, what was I doing?
    What was happening here? a teeny weeny part of my mind
whispered....
    I bent over and licked the pee slit of his huge cock head.  Bill's
massive shaft jumped again as I tasted his salty pre-cum.
   "Mmmmmmm," he murmured, as his rock hard hips rose and pushed his
turgid log against my lips.
   My dick was twitching even while a little voice in my head was
protesting that this was not a good idea.  But, despite the cold air
in the tent, I was on fire and with both hands clasped around Bill's
gargantuan cock, I opened my mouth and let my physically tangible
craving take over.
    "OHHhhhh,"  breathed Bill as my lips opened and my oral cavity
stretched to
accommodate this enormous meat.
    I felt his hands on my head, pushing me farther down onto the
throbbing thickness of his massive prick. I paused with about a fifth
of his huge organ in my mouth, my lips stretched to bursting around
his incredibly thick cockshaft.  I tried to relax as I shut my eyes
and puckered my cheeks, eagerly sucking the blood-pounding length of
Bill's cock and sliding down farther until I felt him at my throat.
   I was barely halfway down his pole and I could hardly breath.  My
breath was coming in gasps around his meat and my whole body was an
erotic skin of sensation.  My heart was pounding in my brain; pulsing
my naked flesh; jerking my own hard dick.  The high, thin mountain
air; the heat of our bodies in the darkness of the tent; the forbidden
and unplanned nature of what was happening all served to stimulate so
that my whole body was a gigantic, throbbing fuck tool.  Bill let my
head slide back up his huge member, back to his engorged glans and I
started working in a frenzy of passion, no longer caring about
anything but his monster meat.  I shoved the tip of my tongue into his
pee hole and wildly licked his cock head.  One hand went to my own
stiff dick and squeezed, even as I lapped the sides and the head of
Bill's veined penis.
    "Ooohhhhh, wow," groaned Bill, his own hot breath coming in gasps
as I worked on his dick.
    His hands again guided my face onto his meat and he started
pumping my stretched mouth in earnest.
    I had to hold onto his thick steel shaft as he fucked my mouth,
his hips pushing up and his hands pushing my head down.  Up and down I
slid, his cock now slamming into the back of my throat, gagging me,
then releasing.  Up and down he pushed my head, now a fuck tool for
his impassioned lust.  I caressed and squeezed his large balls as his
continued his assault.  Again I grabbed my own meat as Bill thrust his
tool hard into me, blocking my throat, choking me in erotic insanity.
    He grabbed the base of his huge meat and started jerking himself,
his whole hand easily fitting,  under my lips, masturbating his own
meat, even though he was slamming his cock head into my throat.  We
continued this scenario, my own hand beating on my aching tool; Bill's
hand pumping up and down on his steel hard rod; his other hand on my
head as he fucked my face again and again and again.  My stifled moans
were continuous around his  incredible cock as my whole body shook and
trembled.  He was straining and groaning, his hand smacking into my
lips until his hips rose and he stiffened, and then moaned, "MMmm!
Mmm! MMM!,, UHHhhmmMmmm, " as he bucked his hips and I felt his hot
cum boil into my throat.
    There was a palpable pressure as if he were pissing in my mouth
instead of cumming as his spunk sprayed into me and I swallowed as
fast as I could.  His relentless prick kept on shooting his hot, wet
sperm directly into my gullet and I couldn't breath.  As he blasted
another burst of spunk into me, I felt my own release.
    "UNNghhhhh," I shouted into his ejaculating monster as I pumped my
own dick into mind blowing orgasm.
    He relaxed his hold on my head and I started discharging my load
as I came up for air.  I had to swallow his cum to breathe, but even
as I removed my mouth from his shuddering shaft, his head spewed forth
another bolt of cum, hitting my open lips.
    "Uhhh uuhh uuhh," he panted, his hand still moving up and down his
massive member, his muscular body writhing on the sleeping bag.   
Again I swallowed, feeling his sperm still in my mouth.  Again I
gasped, my body shaking uncontrollably.   Again I convulsed, my cock
spraying its hot semen.  Again Bill's fiery sperm flew.  Again, into
my hungry, open mouth.  Again and again I shot my wad and again and
again I tried to catch Bill's salty liquid with my tongue.  His naked
hips lunged and jerked in overspent passion.  Our collective orgasms
went on and on and on, until I blacked out from our insane cumming and
our young juices were finally spent.  I moaned, twitching and, totally
sated, I still continued licking the cum from his slowly softening
dick.
    At last, when Bill's prick was lying on his trembling stomach, he
gently pushed my head away.  I shook my head in the dark at my
excesses as I grabbed some tissues to mop up my own mess.
    Without a further word, we both got into our bags and passed out. 
 The next morning neither one of us verbally acknowledged that
anything had happened, but our smiles at each other conceded  that
whatever had happened, it was enjoyable.
   We never mentioned it the rest of the time we were together. 
Again, there was just too much else happening that was equally new and
challenging.  I didn't worry about it.  I didn't think he was gay.  I
think we just had a hell of a good time.
    When we all got back to Sacramento, most of the kids had
accommodations overnight at a cheap hotel arranged for this purpose. 
I roomed with Bill again, but there were kids there from other groups
and even girls from the female equivalent of our survival camp.  Bill
knew one of the girls, Cathy, and he, I, her, her roommate, Celeste
and two other guys, George and Ricardo, all got together in the girl's
room.
    We mostly talked about the incredible time we had had.  At some
point Celeste broke out a joint and it was passed around.  Again, I
don't remember feeling "high" at all, but it was obvious that the
others were beginning to enjoy themselves.  At some point George and
Celeste paired off, as did Bill and Cathy.  They all started making
out while Ricardo and I continued to exchange stories.  When we
started hearing moans and George started giving us a look and head
shake that clearly meant "get out of here," Ricardo and I got up.  It
was clear that Bill had already gotten Cathy out of her
 bra (if she had even been wearing one) and had gained possession of
her tits underneath her shirt.  They both seemed totally uninhibited
as compared to George.  I wish I could see face when he took out his
giant pole, but, I didn't want to be rude, so slightly aroused and
envious we split.
    Ricardo and I both went back to our respective rooms and I got
undressed and went to bed.  Even though visions of Bill impaling Cathy
on his cock danced in my head, I was still on my "mountain high," and
I didn't masturbate to my covetous fantasy.
    I woke up to sounds of passion.  And Cathy impaling herself on
Bill's huge tool.
    "Oh, no, oh, oh, wait, Uhhhhh," I heard her moaning loudly.
    I opened my eyes and turned my head.  They were too busy to notice
me.   They were both totally naked.  Bill was lying on his back and
Cathy was squatting on his giant member.  He had his large hands under
her armpits and was pulling down on her, forcing more of his
formidable cock up her stuffed cunt.  She was wiggling a little, her
very full, very nice, fully aroused teenage tits bouncing up and down.
    "I, I, can't, God...." she moaned again, panting, struggling with
what was obviously a unique sensation for her.  Bill's thick cockshaft
was clearly difficult for her to absorb, and she clearly wanted to. 
And Bill obviously wanted her to fuck him faster than she did, as he
impelled her to cram her wet pussy farther down his mammoth rod.
    "YUhhhhhhh," she inhaled and rose up his gargantuan shaft.
    "Ohhhhh, yeah," Bill groaned as he pushed her back down.
    She started sliding more vigorously, taking more of him in. "Huh,
Huh, huh, huh," she panted, moving up and down in short jerky
movements.
    "Oh, man," moaned Bill, thrusting his hips upwards and pulling her
down at the same time, burying his tremendous organ in her fuckhole.
   "AAAHHHHHH" she cried, her head whipping back, her long dark hair
flying, her tits springing up.
    She was oblivious to the noise they were making in her
concentration on being skewered by this huge cock.  She thrashed for a
moment, impaled on his rod as he jerked underneath her.  Then she
raised herself up and began bouncing up and down on Bill's giant
cockmeat.
    "Uh, huh, uh huh, uh huh," Bill panted lifting his hips and
fucking her, slamming his stupendous prick up into her slippery cunt
with every downward lunge of Cathy's hips.
   "God, it's so big!" Cathy sobbed, clearly overwhelmed with sexual
overload.
   "Ohhhhhhhhh," she bounced up and down his full length, grunting
with lust as she forced his entire length to fill her.
    "Fuck!" she cried, clearly totally turned on by having his immense
cock inside her.
    "Me!" her hips were rocking in rapid motion, her whole body
shaking as, her breasts heaving, her head vibrating.
    Bill's hips were hammering upwards.  His hands slid down and were
clutching the sides of Cathy's ass, fingers digging into her thighs as
he moved her up and down his pole.
    "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, Fuck, oh fuck,  baby," Bill gasped as his
colossal man meat speared deep into Cathy's hot sex.
    "OH, G, g, Ohh,"  Cathy choked out, riding him up and down
    "Yeahh, yeah, oh, fuck,"  Bill drove his mighty cock into her.
    Up and down, faster and more frantic they moved in painful
splendor. Every part of Cathy's flesh moving with desire.  I fisted my
own cock under my sheets as I watched the perfect pornographic
picture.
    "Oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, YESSS!  OhGod Yess....  AHh, ah,, Fuck, ah,
Fuck, fuck, fuck, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohhhh,"  Cathy's whole body convulsed
and quivered as she bucked in orgasm.
    "Ohh, ohh, no, oh, no, oh no," she continued.
    Her hands flew to her breasts and she squeezed her own nipples as
carnal explosions continued to sweep thru her genitals and Bill
continued battering his giant erection into her.
    "Ohh, ohh, God, pleasee,  no, oh, oh," she kept moaning as Bill's
relentless assault continued.
    "UHHOhhhhhhh," her hips spasmed and her head snapped back and
forth as Bill arched his hips high and slammed her down on his fuck
pole.
    "YAHHHHHH, Aahh,  Yeah," Bill cried as he froze in orgiastic joy.
    He kept his hands tight on her and his leviathan cock buried to
the hilt as shuddered and came.  He bucked and she moaned.  He pumped
and she cried out, her senses overloaded.  As he shuddered with each
new shot, he lifted her up and down, his cum coating his dick, oozing
out of her cunt. She collapsed on his chest, whimpering in sexual
delirium, still impaled on his massive member.
     I shot my load into my bed sheets, overwhelmed with excitement.
     They were still naked, still in bed, when I got up the next
morning. Neither seemed embarrassed at their own nudity, so I got out
of bed naked; exposing myself, as it were.  I felt like I had a tiny
dick compared to Bill's massive shlong.  But some perverse impulse
made me walk across the room to
 their bed and take a better look at Bill's now soft member.  I
stretched out my hand across Cathy's nude form, saying, "Bill, it's
been great.  No, better.  It's been really interesting."
    He reached out his hand to me and smiled his enigmatic smile at me
and said, "You're right."
    I left them both still in bed.  I would have loved to have joined
them and, looking back, I think they expected me to.
   Considering all that we had gone through, I know Bill would not
have minded at all.    But, this was not the high mountains, and I was
afraid of being rude and / or being rejected.  I was such an
inhibited, polite boy for being such an uninhibited closet
pervert......
    Ah, for the wisdom of missed opportunities.

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