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Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #20 (True,mm,oral,anal,dom,forced,older man,teenager)
Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2002 10:10:13 -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.   For comments, whatever - Write me at
Strangesub@yahoo.com

    My Sex Life #20
             Greg Is a Boy Fuck Toy

    I continued sexless at Dunwoody for the rest of that year. 
Except, in the spring, I entered a whole weird world.
   I hitchhiked back and forth to and from school on breaks or
occasionally on a weekend.  I spent a fuckless Easter break with my
parents as Pam was off on some family trip and afterwards, I
hitchhiked back to Dunwoody.  I was still on the interstate and got
picked up by a sedate, older businessman.  He had streaks of white in
his hair and was thinner than I was.  He drove a very nice car and was
dressed very well.  His name was Mr. Sanders and we got to talking a
little bit about this and that.  He was a high class sales rep and was
driving back from the airport downstate after a business trip he had
taken.  He had a wife, kids in college and he lived in a small town
about an hour from Dunwoody.  It had been a slow day hitchhiking, and
it was about 8 PM when he picked me up. By the time he got to where he
would drop me off as he went to his house, it was almost 10:30 PM.  He
kindly offered to put me up for the night and drive me to Dunwoody the
next day.  It sounded like a plan to me.  I marveled at the continual
kindness of strangers who picked me up hitchhiking as we turned off
and drove to his home.
    He had a very nice large old house with a very nice, dignified
looking, rather subservient, quiet wife who fed us both some left
overs for dinner.  Afterwards, he invited me to his den to have a
nightcap with him.  I felt very grown up at this point; I mean, this
"old" respectable businessman was inviting me into his study to share
a drink.  He had the whole deal - side bar, ice, tongs, tumbler
glasses.  It was cool.  We sat in two large wing chairs and talked
more about our lives.  He regaled me with stories about sales, and
drew me out until I was talking freely about some various fun drug
experiences.  He kept on filling up my glass and I got progressively
drunk.  By the time he started talking about some of his sexual
conquests while on the road, it seemed like we were old friends, and I
shared some of my stories regarding my sex life too.  His wife had
long since gone to bed by the time we got around to calling it a night
also.
    He showed me to my bedroom and told me that the one thing his wife
asked was that I take a shower before turning in.  Although I was
pretty drunk and only felt like going to bed, I agreed.  He showed me
the guest bathroom down the hall and went into his own bedroom next to
it.   I obviously didn't have any pajamas (I wouldn't have had any
anyway.  I always slept naked) so, true to form, I took off my clothes
in the guest bedroom and walked down the hallway naked to the shower. 
I could have worn my underwear (I often wore underwear while I was
hitchhiking) but, it was a small thrill doing this, because the
bathroom was next to their master bedroom and their door was partially
open.  And hell, I really didn't care too much because I was drunk and
I was only showering at their request.  I paused before going into the
bathroom because.... well their bedroom door was half open and I was a
snoopy deviant.  I crept down the hallway naked, got down on all
fours, and peered around the corner of the open door.  Their bed was
visible from my vantage point and I slowly raised myself up until I
was at eye level of the bed.  In the darkness of their bedroom, I
could only see that Mr. Sanders was naked on top their bedclothes
while his wife was underneath, dressed or naked, I couldn't tell;
probably sleeping.  It looked like he was caressing his dick and I
stared intently in the darkness to see what I could see.  I was
fascinated that this old guy might be jerking off.  But, the position
I was in was uncomfortable and I really couldn't see anything, so as
my own prick started to rise, I retreated and went to take my shower.
    In the shower, I soaped my cock hard, but I didn't jerk off, being
at that wasted drunk stage where the erotic feel of my stiff prick was
fun, but I didn't feel the urge to work it out to the point of orgasm.
  I finished showering and dried myself off, rubbing my genitals and
body sensually, fantasizing about sneaking into the master bedroom and
fucking his wife.  I imagined myself spreading her legs, probing her
from the back and opening her vagina while she was still half asleep,
as her husband slept on beside her.  I would ram my cock into her fuck
hole and cum, shooting my hot sperm deep into her cunt and then
pulling out and spraying her asshole and naked thighs.  In her
somnolent state, she would never know it was me as I crept away,
leaving her pussy and thighs dripping with my spunk.
    Still naked, sporting a steel hard boner, I stepped out into the
hallway.   Standing there, in his bathrobe was the owner of the house,
Mr. Sanders.
    In spite of the impression I might have given as being a "devil
may care" hot sex guy - at that
 moment, I was tremendously embarrassed at my hard on, and by
association and the thoughts that inspired it.  I didn't know what to
do.  I didn't want him to think I was a pervert, but I instinctively
put my hands over my stiff cock, trying to hide it. Of course I felt
even stupider doing that.  I backed back into the bathroom trying to
come up with something to say.  I had been "caught" and I was a little
bit frightened.  Mr. Sanders sort of cocked his head, looked at me
quizzically and followed me into the bathroom, closing the bathroom
door behind him.
    Now, I was alarmed.  Hell, I was mortified.  And scared.  I felt
like a fool.  The bathroom was not that big and he was right in front
of me, while I was pointlessly holding on to my hard cock and hoping
that he was not going to throw me out of the house right then and
there.  I wanted to stammer out some kind of apology for being naked
and having an erection, but I couldn't figure out what to say. 
Really.  I figured he closed the door because he wanted to be quiet
while his wife was sleeping.
    "You look pretty clean now," he whispered to me as I stood in
front of him.   I nodded dumbly.
   He looked at my hand grasping my erection.  "I see you've been
having some interesting thoughts."
   Then, his hands went to my hard dick, moving my own hands aside,
sliding down my shaft. One hand grasped my balls.  His fingers and
thumb looped around my scrotum and he pulled.
    "Huhhh," I gasped.
     I froze.  He gently squeezed my nut sack, sending a wave of
erotic sensations throughout my genitals.  Adrenaline kicked in, my
heart started racing, and my prick started throbbing.  I couldn't
believe this.  I was totally unprepared for his fondling my balls.  My
eyes went wide and I stopped breathing for a second.  Except for the
fact that we had talked about our sexual escapes a little, Mr. Sanders
had demonstrated no sexuality towards me at all.  This was his house! 
His wife was ten feet away on the other side of the wall!
   He pulled me closer by my balls and put his mouth to mine.
   I took a long shuddering gasp of air.  Jesus!  Whoa! 
   Now, I know that it might seem that this was no big deal to me -
after all, I had kissed Ivy, sucked him and fucked him up the ass. 
Plus Bill's cocksucking and getting fucked myself.  And the guys who
did me while I was hitchhiking. I had just given Dick one of the best
blowjobs of my life...  But those were fantasy wild life things.  All
that was degenerate - drunken - deviations - for kicks.  All of the
male / male sex I had had was rationalizable to me by the fact that I
was a wild and crazy guy who went with the flow and; that I was just a
horny little fucker who ended up with other insane guys like me.  But,
to have some successful, respectable businessman who was old enough to
be my father come out of his bedroom after lying with his wife and
then grab me by the balls and start kissing me on the mouth was
fucking outrageous. And, there was nothing I could do about it.  I
didn't want to offend him.  And, my stiff rod was jumping due to the
titillating pressure on my balls as he steadily pulled me to him.
    My heart was hammering again and I didn't know what to do, so, in
spite being overwhelmed by consternation and fear, I let him kiss me.
    He kissed me and I felt his tongue probing at my lips.  Again, I
was at a loss.  I opened my mouth and his hot tongue snaked in,
licking my teeth and gums.  I gave out a moan as he continued to pull
my balls to him while he opened up his own robe with his other hand. 
I trembled as I felt his hard cock press against mine.  His hand went
to my head and he held me there while he explored my mouth with his
tongue.  My stiff meat started aching as he pressed tight against me,
his white haired chest against my curly red haired chest; his stiff
manhood pressed against mine.  His hand released my balls and went
around to my ass, kneading my backside, squeezing my asscheeks.  My
hands were in fists by my side, clenching and shuddering, afraid to
move.  His tongue licked at the back of my throat as he tried to
devour me.  I was shaking now, overpowered by the passion of his
embrace, sensualized by the ardor with which he attacked me.  He
reveled in my young flesh, despoiling my nakedness, his hands now
roaming all over - my back, my naked thighs, my neck, my arms.  I was
having trouble breathing in my drunken state at the intensity of his
assault.
   "God, you're beautiful," he said, taking his mouth off of mine and
licking my neck.
    I was panting at his lecherous energy while he licked my neck,
then down to my nipples, his hands still marauding over my hot skin. 
He took a nipple and gently nipped at it, pulling it back with his
teeth.
    "OHhhhhhh," I moaned at this unexpected erotic pain.
    My mind was reeling.  I couldn't believe this was happening.  And
again, I felt totally turned on by his passionate claim to my body.
    "Yes," he murmured as his tongue continued to lick its way down my
chest, "you are a beautiful, beautiful boy.  Sit down now."
    As his mouth sucked on my belly button, he moved me with his hands
back to the toilet and I sat on the open seat.  He kneeled down
between my open thighs and started licking the top of my hard prick.
    "Ohhh," he sighed, pleased, as he licked the clear fluid that was
oozing from my cock head, "you taste so good.  Soo good."
    I leaned my head back against the wall, surrendering myself to his
possession of my hard cock.  He clasped my shaft and again encircled
my balls with his other hand as he engulfed my rod with his warm, wet
mouth. I began panting, feeling that I was about to burst as he
swallowed my dick, masturbating the base with his hand and milking my
nuts by stretching and compressing them.
    "AH, Ohhhh," I moaned, my hips jerking my hard cock upwards,
deeper into his hot mouth, knowing that I was about to go past the
point of no return.
   I felt the heat of orgasm coming on when he abruptly removed his
mouth and squeezed the base of my prick hard, while at the same time
he mashed my sensitive balls in his hand.
    "AHHHH!" I yelled at the pain, sitting bolt upright in shock.
    My cock pulsed in frustrated orgasm, a tiny jolt running through
it.
    "Shhhh," he admonished, releasing his steel grip and standing
upright. "We're only just beginning the fun, my pretty boy."
   My nuts started pulsing in abused sensuality at this sudden attack
and release. My aching shaft pulsed trying to recapture an orgasm and
I was still shaking.      "Now, let's see what you can do with that
cute mouth of yours."
    I had been watching his face in my surprise and now, he tipped my
head forward, closing my legs with his knees and straddling me over
the toilet so that his semi-erect cock was directly in front of me. 
He pulled my head towards his manhood.
    "Go ahead son." he crooned, "take daddy's cock in your mouth.  Be
a good cocksucker and make me hard."
       His fat, uncircumcised penis bobbed in front of my face,
curving upwards in its excited condition.  Wet secretions were
covering the fold of skin around his cockhead.  I was mesmerized by
the weirdness of it all.  I was on the drunken verge of an incomplete
orgasm and he was demanding that I suck his man meat.   His pubic hair
was thick and bristly, shot through with white hairs and this cock was
much bigger than my own boy meat.   He was calling the shots and I was
somehow under his control now.   I opened my mouth and licked at the
rubbery glans, licking around the foreskin, my tongue penetrating to
the slit of his cockhead.  He pushed my head and his thick cock slid
into my mouth, his foreskin rolling down my tongue.  I could feel him
pulse inside my mouth as he started fucking my face, controlling my
head with his hands and pushing his hips against my face.  I started
losing all inhibitions in my degraded lust as he forced his stiff tool
into my mouth.  His meat got bigger and harder until it started
hammering at the back of my mouth, his thick shaft stretching my lips
wide.  I frantically tried to relax under his relentless pressure
because there was no where to go - he had an iron grip on my head.  I
felt him pull my head forward while wiggling his hips, trying to get
his long rod as far in my face as he could go, pulling back and
pressing harder against my throat, choking me and then pulling back
again.  He took his time, controlling my mouth on his massive cock,
alternately letting me breath and suck and then pressing deep into me
again, shoving his fat cock into my mouth cunt, until finally, the
thick shaft popped into my throat, the foreskin rolling down,  while
the bulbous cockhead blocked my air passage, gagging me.  But he
wouldn't let go!  He pressed his choking rod farther into my gullet as
my air was cut off and my gag reflex told me to vomit.
    "GHHhhhhggg," I gurgled desperately.
    "AHHhhhhhh, my darling boy," he exclaimed between gritted teeth,
wiggling his engorged penis in my throat, enjoying my distress, "I
want to teach you everything..."
    He pulled his erection from my esophagus, still holding on to my
head as I lurched forward, gagging, panting for air.  He held my face
against his hairy crotch,  my eyes against his pubic hair, my nose
nuzzling his balls with his aroused prick rubbing against my forehead
as I gasped for breath.  He let me relax and catch my wind, and then
he yanked my head back by my his fingers entwined in my long red curly
hair.
    "Ohhhhh," I breathed out, looking up into his face as he rubbed
the tip of his prick across my face.
    My mouth was open and I was mesmerized.  This guy was in total
control and he knew it.  A dim part of my mind was bewildered by this.
 I had never felt so subservient before and certainly not with some
kind of father figure.  He actually scared me a little with this sort
of Jekyll and Hyde switch - the nice Mr. Sanders and now this rapist. 
But my cock was so hard that it almost hurt.  I could feel his phantom
cock where it had lodged in my throat.  And the heaving pants that I
had were more due to naked wantonness than to any lack of air.   I
wanted his cock.  I wanted to be his fuck toy.  I wanted to be a
fucking faggot homo again.
    He smiled at me and traced the wet head of his nine inches around
my open lips, caressing my face with his other hand.
    "Oh...  It would be so nice if you were my boy."
   My tongue flicked out to lick the shiny mushroom shaped head of his
hard cock.  He had huge organ and I was caught now, and I didn't know
why.  And I didn't care. His casual violation of me had me longing for
sex.  I felt like he could do anything at this point.
   "Would you like to be my boy?" he asked.
   With my heart hammering, still afraid, I nodded yes, captivated by
slavish lust.
    "I knew you were something special when I picked you up, Gregg,"
taking my face between his hands and bringing me to my feet.  "You're
going to be my little boy.  And you're going to do whatever I tell you
to do."
    I saw a exuberant glint in his eye before he closed them and drew
my mouth to his face, again kissing me, his head bobbing and weaving,
his tongue probing in my mouth, licking my face, his cock slapping
mine as his hips moved in a fucking motion.  He kissed and licked my
face in passionate abandon for awhile.  And I responded in kind. 
Finally, still holding my face between his hands, he looked me in the
eye.
   "Now," he explained,  "I want you to be absolutely quiet, don't say
a word and just do what I tell you."
   One hand slid down to my genitalia and he gripped my balls again
and squeezed.  He smiled as my mouth opened in a silent moan.
    "Uhhhhhh," I groaned at the this exquisite torture.
    "God, you're hot," he breathed into my ear, tonguing it, wetting
it with his saliva.
    "Shhhhh." He put his fingers to his lips as he released my balls
and opened the door.  "Get down on your hands and knees."
    I complied while he stepped into the dark hallway, his erection
looking massive, jutting out from his robe.  He beckoned me to follow
him.  He walked to my bedroom and through the door, looking back at me
indicating with his hand that I should get down on my belly and crawl
into the room after him.
    I couldn't believe this anymore.  It was as if I got lost in a
sick negative of my fantasy during the time I was taking a shower.  I
sidled in to the bedroom on my belly, my stiff naked manhood rubbing
on the carpet. This was really crazy.  I felt like I did back when I
was running around naked in my neighborhood.  The fantastic thrill of
possibly being caught had me pumped.
    Mr. Sanders sat on the bed. He beckoned me to come over next to
his side.  I looked up at him sitting there, trying to see his face in
the darkness, and he again bent down and took my face between his
hands, bringing me up to the level of his crotch.  Then he laid back
onto my pillow, stretched his legs out on the bed and guided my mouth
to his cock.  I had to stand up to bend over his manhood, its thick
crown waving in the air.  I started licking his large cockhead, moving
his
 foreskin about with my tongue.   He put a hand on my neck, pushing me
down, his fat cock piercing my mouth, sliding back to my throat again.
 I put my hands on his balls and cockshaft to keep from falling over
while he started fucking mouth with his meat.  I gobbled his manhood,
getting turned on all over again by the purely bizarre scenario that
was going on.  He pulled my head off his prick.
    "Suck on my balls," he whispered in a sotto voice.
    I slobbered down his veined shaft, moaning in the back of my
throat, until I got to his hairy balls, drooling on them, slicking
them with my tongue and then sucking them into my mouth. Then he
yanked my face off of his balls, driving his hard cock back into my
mouth, his formidable shaft again buried itself in my throat, choking
me with his fuckmeat.  Then, suddenly, he pulled me off of his cock
again and pushed me onto the bed.
    "Lie on your back," he said, and as I complied, he straddled my
hips, facing me, kneeling over my cock.
    He bent my stiff meat with one hand and sat down on its tip,
opening his ass crack with the other.  He inserted the tip of my boy
meat into his asshole and pushed down quickly, savagely, all at once.
    "AHHHuuhhhnnnnnn," he groaned as my boy cock slid quickly into his
asshole.
    He started twitching his hips, fucking my young flesh as he pulled
on his massive cock, masturbating over my belly.  With the other hand,
he reached out and grabbed one of my nipples, pinching it painfully.
    "AAhuuuuuuuuh,noo," I moaned, overloaded with submissive pleasure,
pain and lust.
     My cock was chafing in his asshole, wanting to cum in the worst
way, but I was still very drunk and he wasn't really pumping my meat -
he was stimulating his own lecherous asshole.
    "Lift your head up and open your mouth," he moaned, his eyes
glazed with passion.
    I complied and he took his hand off of my nipple and put it behind
my head, his strong arm pulling me painfully towards him.
    "Uhh, nn, nn, nn," grunted my cock rapist as I saw his semen come
gushing out, flying onto my face, spurting onto my waiting tongue.
   I furiously tried to keep my mouth open for his cum, feeling a used
eros  - my cock was aching in his ass, hot sperm was splashing on my
face and chest - I felt like an erotic fuck toy, willing to submit to
any aberrant degradation.  My degraded drunken lust took over as he
continued to shoot his spunk into my mouth and face. I shook and
moaned as I felt his asshole clutch my rigid penis as he convulsed in
orgasm.
    Finally, still panting, he relaxed, letting my head go, sitting on
my cock, his hand around his softening meat.
    "Ahhhh," he murmured in satisfaction as he slid off my hard pole,
getting up and standing on the floor.
    "Oh fuck boy...  you are sweet," he said as he leaned over, kissed
and licked my cum covered lips.
    I jerked upwards to exchange tongues with him, but he stood up and
said, " Go to sleep.  We'll talk tomorrow."
    And he walked out of the room, still in his bathrobe.  I just lay
there in the darkness, panting silently, everything spinning.  I felt
drunk and a little bit sick and over adrenalized.  My cock was still
hard and hurting, but when I reached for it, I could feel the
slickness of his asshole all over me.  I squeezed my dick while I
slowly passed out, naked, my face, chest and mouth coated with his
sperm, in a drunken, victimized stupor.

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