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I have an ordinary middle aged life with the house; the children; the
cat; the community; the wife; etc. However, I have had an interesting sex
life. The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to exhibitionism
and let all us voyeurs watch as I relive My Sex Life, especially all the
parts that nobody else knows about.
All of the stories written here are true. It�s been spiced up with
added details to hold the interest of the reader, but the vignettes as
portrayed actually happened.
*If you would like to comment on; reply to; or....exchange
ideas....indulge in fantasy.... something like that (in Central Minnesota
or nearby Wisconsin), - E-mail me at: im_sub@hotmail.com. I am
interested in feedback.
Fuck it. It probably was not a good plan to try and explain myself to her.
She walked by the bathroom and into her bedroom. I opened the door and
peeked out. I don�t know if she had closed her door or not, but I knew
that this was my chance to escape. I zipped out of the bathroom and down
the stairs, making as little noise as possible. Mr. Sanders was waiting
for me by the kitchen garage door. He smiled at me again when he saw my
hairless, naked body and that my prick was still hard. He let me out back
into the garage.
�Go ahead and get into the car, my boy,� he said.
I opened the passenger side door and saw that he had put a towel for me
to sit on so that my oily, pissed body wouldn�t stain his upholstery. My
clothes and backpack were nowhere to be seen. I got in, still naked, and
closed the door, my heart racing. This was the most peculiar sexual
experience I had ever had and I worried a little over when it would all
end.
�Uh, Mr Sanders,� I said as he got in the car, �uh, my clothes....?�
�Everything�s in the trunk, Gregg,� he replied. �You don�t think we�d
send you away to school without any clothes do you?�
He smiled at me as he started the car and began backing out of the garage.
Again, my heart was pounding, but this time from fear. I had allowed
this strange old man to use me in whatever way pleased him and now he was
driving away with me naked in his front seat! What was he going to do
next?
�You know son,� said Mr. Sanders, �I know you didn�t get much sleep
last night, so why don�t you lay your head in my lap while I drive you to
school.�
He opened his pants, unzipped them, and pulled down both his slacks and
his underwear to expose his limp, but still formidable looking penis.
Oh Jesus help me.... My own erection was still throbbing hard. But
imagined my sore throat from the last time he shoved his big honker down
it. Damn. I�m butt naked. He�s not. He�s driving me to school and has
my clothes locked up. And he wants me to suck him. But I was still
stoned out of my mind. And being his boy toy still made me hot. I bowed
to the inevitable and put my face in his lap.
I took his soft meat into my mouth and began massaging it with my
hands. I licked and sucked for 10 minutes or so, with Mr. Sanders
complimenting his beautiful naked boy, but he still didn�t get hard.
We were on a main highway by now and he told me to get up and turn
around; get on all fours on the seat so that he could play with my ass.
That was okay by me as I was really starting to feel like a total pervert,
sucking this deviant�s old cock; my mouth was getting tired. I turned
around, put my ass in the air and my head on the seat. He lovingly traced
his fingers up and down my asscrack, pushing at my puckered anus, but not
penetrating. The oil had all been absorbed into my skin by now, but it
had left my flesh soft and silky. Mr. Sanders took some saliva and wet
my asshole, spreading it around. He did this several times until I could
feel the wetness sliding down the crack of my ass. My cock was aching
from all this attention and it hung dripping in front of my balls between
my spread legs.
�Oh, my boy, you have the beautiful butt in the world,� cooed Mr.
Sanders and he slowly pushed his finger into my asshole again.
�Nhghhh,� I grunted at the mild pain and tried to open up my ass for him.
My stiff cock was pulsing from his methodical, deliberate invasion.
�Uhhhhh,� I gasped as he pushed past my anus, inserting his finger deeper.
He pushed farther and farther, wiggling his finger, creating flashes of
sensuality that shot into my cock and balls. I groaned as he probed
deeper and deeper, the car speeding down the highway, my asshole a captive
to his lust.
�Yes,� he murmured, as he shoved his finger in to the hilt, penetrating
my boy�s fuck hole to the max, �that�s nice. Now move that pretty butt
for me.�
�Ohhhhhh� I groaned as I started to move my buns around, wriggling and
fucking his finger embedded deep within.
My erection was steel hard and again I wanted to be under his strange
control as he sodomized me. Even as I had fearful thoughts of him
stopping the car and fucking me with that huge cock of his, I was also
fantasizing that that was just what he was going to do. I was still
stoned out of my mind and still caught in an erotic spell. His finger
pumped in and out of my asshole, fucking my most dirty place. I moaned
and writhed with wanton submission. He kept fucking me with his finger
for another ten minutes or so, until I totally lost my mind. All that
existed was his finger in my ass, fucking me. All I wanted to do was
whatever he wanted me to do. He kept on saying how much I liked daddy�s
finger up my ass and I kept on moaning �Yess, yesss, yessss,�
He finally released my asshole and told me to turn around again. I
slavishly complied, feeling like a dog in heat as I circled my body around
on the seat.
The first thing he proffered to me was the finger that had been fucking
me. Thank god I had cleaned myself up. Other than the smell, the finger
was clean. I licked and sucked the extended finger, cleaning off the
chalky taste of my ass, while he played with my mouth, rubbing his fingers
over my gums and lips. He caressed my face up to my hair where he once
more grabbed my long locks and pulled me to his crotch. His erection,
while not total, was now impressive as I put my mouth over his foreskin.
He pushed my head down on his fat member, his fingers entwined in my hair,
controlling my mouth - now jamming his substantial length into my throat,
now pulling me off. Because he was not blood poundingly hard, his cock
head mashed into my throat without the choking effect. I caressed his
balls, the base of his thick shaft, trying to elongate his manhood,
stupidly, because I had already had his prodigious meat bruising my
throat, but I was still turned on, writhing on the car seat, my naked body
over sensitized and hot.
He eventually released his hold on my hair and let me suck him at my
own pace. Then he put his hand on my head and told me to relax.
�Just keep me in your pretty mouth, Gregg,� he said, as he stroked my hair.
I stopped trying to get him off and I gently sucked on his penis. He
softened as I let his manhood lie on my tongue. He showed no interest in
having me get up, so I just lay there on his naked lap, his half soft
prick in my mouth, his hand softly stroking my hair and face.
My ardor cooled and I half dozed as we sped along the road this way, an
obedient son lying in his daddy�s lap; his daddy�s cock relaxing in his
mouth.
He shook me back into wakefulness as we got to Dunwoody.
Shit again. I was still naked and shaved and here we were driving into
campus.
�Uh,� I said in trepidation, not knowing what his reaction would be,
�shouldn�t I get some clothes on.�
�Just tell me the directions, son� he said cheerfully, pulling up his
underwear and pants� we�ll get you to your room.�
Fuck me. Keeping low in the seat, I gave him directions and we pulled
up in front of my dorm. He stopped the car, got out and went around to
the trunk, opened it and pulled out my backpack. He closed the trunk and
starting walking towards the front door, carrying my backpack.
Shit no..... This fucker was really crazy. There were people out
there. I was naked. I was abruptly no longer caught up in his game and
I wanted to get out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I couldn�t just shout
out to him. Once more my heart started pounding in fear. This was not
good. When he got to the door, he opened the top of my backpack and
partially pulled out the pair of pants I had been wearing. He sifted
through them and came up with my keys. Still smiling, he looked back at
me as if to ask if he had gotten the right ones and he started trying them
in the door lock. He opened the door and went inside.
In a flash a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. Parked car in
unloading zone. Campus police checking it out. People I might know
walking by. Fuck. Whether due to insanity or overindulgence, my prick
was still hard. Oh Damn.
I quickly wrapped the towel from the seat around me, opened the car
door and dashed towards the front door. I probably got a few curious
glances from the passerby�s, but I was too damned scared to notice. Mr.
Sanders opened the door for me.
�Fuck man,� I started in furiously, �you are fucking crazy. This is my
college. I live here. This isn�t some fantasy game. I have to....
�Gregg!� he cut me off sternly. �That�s no way to talk.�
He put his hand on the towel between my legs, grasping my cock and
balls in a firm grip.
He squeezed my hard on through the towel and said, �I want to see your room.�
�Ohhh,� I moaned, falling against the glass of the front door.
There was no one at the door way with us, but this was still madness.
I couldn�t afford to be his slut boy in my own dorm; in this
ultra-conservative preppy college. But my naked body, my exhibitionist
fantasies and my hard, unfulfilled prick all had their own agenda.
Mr. Sanders pulled the towel from around my waist, exposing my erection
and started walking down the hallway.
�Come on,� he said over his shoulder, �show me your room.�
�Oh Jesus, Mr. Sanders, please, you can�t...� I had to run after his
retreating back.
Fuck!!! I still had a fucking erection like a horse.
We had to go through the lobby to get to my room . My head was
spinning and I was freaking. It wasn�t so much that I was naked. This
was the year that streaking became popular. It�s that I was shaved,
hairless and naked. And very hard! How the fuck was I going to explain
that?
�Please,� I begged him, sort of dancing around him as he walked, trying
to look in every direction, �I can�t be seen like this.�
�Then, let�s get to your room right away.� he said compliantly.
I stopped. I submitted to the sheer absurdity of the situation. I was
gonna go streaking.
�My room�s this way,� I indicated down an intersection.
And then, I took off running.
Fuck it. I always wanted to streak.
I ran down the hallway and into the lounge area.
Fuck it, it was just me, the hippie freak streakin� man.
The few students in the lobby, boys and girls, looked at me in
disbelief as I ran through it. Then I was through into the next hallway
and I heard a couple of cheers, but nobody called out my name. I ran down
the hallway, around the corner and waited in front of my door, breathing
hard, for Mr. Sanders to catch up.
Before he got there, a couple of people had followed me and poked their
heads around the corner. �Moran?� questioned one of them.
Their puzzlement was that I was missing my beard, my chest hair and my
pubic hair, which made my cock, which had softened fractionally so that it
was merely at half mast instead of sticking straight out, look bigger.
And, that my normally long, curly, fluffy red hair was all matted and
skanky. Plus the fact that my skin shone slightly from the oil.
�Don�t know him,� I said genially.
I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. I was beyond caring. Fuck it if
they can�t take a joke. I just stared back at them and waited for Mr.
Sanders, hoping he was following me.
�All right people,� I heard his voice from around the corner, �don�t
embarrass the boy anymore than he already is...�
He walked through the students down the hall towards me and said,
�Gregg, I can�t believe this crazy stunt. What would your daddy say?�
Oh god, I prayed. Please don�t let him go off now. Please just let
him open the door. But I was laughing inside.
He pulled out my keyring and I pointed out the key the few students
continued to watch us. My heart was hammering and as I tried to avoid
looking at them.
Finally, I ducked through the open door.
I stopped. I looked at my roommate Dick sitting at his desk and his
girlfriend sitting on his bed, both fully clothed.
I literally through up my hands and laughed.
�Hi Dick. Hi Anne. Welcome back. This is Mr. Sanders.� I said to
them, totally matter-of-fact, beyond caring.
�Gregg?� said my roommate, practically speechless, �What...
your...... beard....?
He sort of trailed off as they could both see that my genitals were
shaved and my cock was still bobbing, thick and hard.
�I got a haircut,� I quipped and walked hopelessly through my curtain
into my half of the room.
�Hello,� said Mr. Sanders, following me. �I don�t know. You crazy kids.�
He walked into my part of the room and put my pack on my desk chair.
�Gregg,� he said sternly, looking me in the eye, �I can�t let you get
away with this outrageous behavior.
I watched his hand as he reached out and grabbed me by the balls.
My heart was fluttering in my chest. My roommate and his girlfriend
were two feet away on the other side of the curtain and he was fucking
with me!
Who the fuck cares. Maybe I should open the curtain and get them all
to join in. I surrendered.
�I�m sorry,� I whispered, half afraid of what he was going to do next.
He put his hand around my stiffening meat and squeezed saying, �Sorry
doesn�t cut it. This is what I want from you.�
�Ohhhh,� an involuntary moan escaped my lips.
No, I thought, I can�t be doing this while my roommate and his girl are
in the room.
I heard the other students questioning Dick through our still open door
about my bizarre behavior.
�Ohh, please, no,� I softly begged, unable to resist him again.
He licked my face, his hand rhythmically palpitating my hard manhood.
I shuddered. I was trapped. I couldn�t restrain myself. I opened my
mouth again to him and let him kiss me as I felt the people in my room
staring at the closed curtain.
Mr. Sanders pulled me to my bed, pushing on my hard cock to sit me
down. His hands went to my nipples and he pinched them. He whispered,
�Take out your daddy�s cock. I want your lovely lips on my cock.�
Trembling, I complied. I opened up his pants , pulled down his
underwear and pulled out his thick cock. I could see it growing as I put
my mouth to his foreskin. I couldn�t be doing this, but I was....
I took his soft head into my mouth,rolling back the foreskin to uncover
his bulbous glans. I closed my naked legs around one of his legs, rubbing
my stiff, throbbing prick against his pants as he put his hands on my
head, forcing more of his stiffening meat into my mouth. I began sucking
him in earnest, trying to draw out his hardness, my body going into wanton
overdrive, seeking pleasure, turned on by this raunchy scene of
domination. Wanting Dick to open the curtain and see me, see me sucking
this guys�s hard cock. The voices two feet away faded into nothingness as
my own terrible needs to suck this man�s giant meat overpowered me The
small voice that was protesting what anybody might think - went unheeded
and was overwhelmed by earthy desire.
�Yeah, make your daddy happy,� said Mr. Sanders.
He started to pump his thick schlong in and out of my mouth. As he
expanded to his full length and hardness, I had to stretch to accommodate
his bulk. I tried to suck his full length, but I was scared of choking
and I gagged on his thick member. He held my head and continued to fuck
my mouth with his massive meat. In and out he thrust his powerful tool,
using my face as a cunt, utterly controlling me. I frantically tried to
contain him, but his giant pole stretched my lips and filled my mouth. He
thrust his hips into me and his big cock head started slamming into the
back of my throat. By now, I was totally turned on by the whole scene.
I was oblivious to the silence outside my curtain. I was panting and
totally losing any inhibitions I might have thought about. I drew in a
breath through my nostrils, getting further aroused by his sex smell as
my nose was crushed into his pubic hairs. I reached down and cupped his
balls and tried to eat more of his enormous shaft. Then, I drew back and
started licking his large,veined cock, lapping his exposed crown, flicking
the tip of my tongue into his pee hole.
�Ohhhh, yes, you are my good boy,� he moaned.
I was vaguely aware of everybody in the other room leaving, the door
closing, the muffled words �blow job,� penetrating to my lust fogged
brain. I kept on sucking, being Mr.s Sanders naked fuck toy. I couldn�t
help myself even as fear shot through me, imagining the degradation that I
was exhibiting. I was lost in hunger as I continued to minister to his
throbbing cock and balls with my mouth.
His hands moved down my naked chest, grasping at my nipples, squeezing
them, pulling on them harder and harder until I had to back off his huge
cock and gasp in pain.
He pulled me upright to my feet by my nipples. He pinched them and
twisted, hard, forcing a groan of erotic suffering to escape my lips.
�Oh my boy, you like me playing with your lovely breasts too, don�t
you?� said Mr. Sanders in a low voice.
�Ohhhh, yess, oohhhh, god, ohh, ohh,� I moaned at the sensual abuse.
He released my chest and I moaned again at the sudden relief.
�Take off my clothes.� he said.
I slavishly went to my knees, removing his shoes and socks, his pants
and underwear, all the while licking at his hard cock, the inside of his
thighs and his hairy legs. He had taken off his sports coat and I helped
him unbutton his shirt, licking his chest nipples, wanting to please him
in any way that I could.
When he was finally naked, he had me sit back down on my bed, my head
resting against the wall.
�Lift your legs up,� he told me, kneeling on the bed, his cock hard and huge.
I obeyed him, in spite of my fear over what might come next. I opened
my legs, lifting them back, spread eagling myself before him, vulnerable
and exposed.
He moved in between my outstretched thighs and positioned the head of
his oversize manhood at my boy�s fuck hole.
�Uhh, Mr. Sanders.....� I said with trepidation, � I don�t know if I
can do this....�
Wetting his fingers with saliva, he began to pull on my prick,
encircling my hard shaft and rubbing me up and down. His other hand began
to twist my balls, massaging them, pulling on them. His swollen hardness
probed at my asshole, the fluids leaking from his prick lubricating the
head as he rubbed over my anus.
�Ohhhhh, noo....� I moaned in ecstasy at the incredible sensations he
was eliciting from my genitals.
He applied more spit, all the while wetting my cock, my balls and my
asshole.
Moving his hands to my ass, he spread my cheeks and slowly tried to
force his distended member into my tight anus.
�AHhhh, oh, noo,� I groaned as I felt my asshole spread, beginning to burn.
�AHHHH, NOooo, Pleease,� I cried as I felt his cockhead enlarging my
almost virgin fuck hole, violating my taut assbud, ripping me open.
I dropped my legs and tried to scoot back up the bed as he tried to
drive his turgid penis further into my ass.
�AHHHHH, Noooo, it�s too big,� I wailed as the fat head lodged in my ass.
I couldn�t. He was ripping me apart. I reached down with my hands to
push him out.
�It�s all right baby,� he cooed, his voice thick with lust, �Daddy
won�t hurt you.�
�Uhhhohhhh,� I groaned as he pulled out of my desecrated asshole, my
bruised anus closing.
He slid back and his mouth went to my still massively hard erection.
�Daddy is going to make his boy feel good,� he expressed, his tongue
licking my own wet cock head.
�Oh godddd� I moaned in appreciation and gratitude as he began to
devour my prick.
He lovingly licked my hard shaft and then nuzzled my balls with his
tongue and lips. He popped my nuts into his mouth one by one, sucking on
them, fondling them with his teeth. I writhed and moaned as his saliva
dripped down the crack of my ass again to wash over my tender, used anus.
He spent another 5 or 10 minute with his hot mouth on my genitals,
licking the naked flesh, sucking on my hairless skin, caressing and
fondling, making love to my hot sex until I again lost my mind. All that
existed was his mouth on my boy parts. When his finger went back to my
wet asshole and his mouth covered my hard prick, swallowing my shaft to
the hilt, I finally exploded into a world numbing orgasm. Jets of hot
sperm pumped out into his greedy mouth, shooting like fire from my spewing
organ after having abstained from cumming for what seemed like years.
�Ahhhhh, uhhhh, uh, uh, uh, uh,� I shook and cried out, geysering my
pulsating spunk into his eager mouth.
He drank my boyish juices, reveling in my utter lack of control,
torturing me with his relentless sucking, draining me dry until I
practically blacked out, my whole universe reduced to my skyrocketing
fountain of cum.
I moaned as he continued to palpitate my used prick with his mouth,
punishing my spent organ.
�Ohhhh.. I... please, � I protested.
He removed his mouth from my cock and stood up, leaning over to raise
my face to his. He kissed me on the lips again, inserting some of my
sperm into my mouth with his tongue. I shuddered in exhausted submission,
opening my mouth to his, letting him swish my spunk onto my tongue.
Then he pulled me up farther and put his still tumescent log to my
lips, shoving his cockhead into my slick oral cavity, forcing me to
accommodate his bloated member.
He began fucking my face once more, in spite of my desire to stop. Now
that I had cum, I just wanted to crawl away and sleep, but he pulled me
onto his immense organ, forcing me to suck him again. Back and forth he
slid between my tender lips, his hard cockhead hammering at my throat.
�Ngghh, nggh,� I gagged and twitched, but he was relentless, fucking my
mouth, murmuring his appreciation and expressing his satisfaction.
He fucked me and fucked me, my lips and throat growing sore, until I
could feel his hard shaft swell and his sperm shot out into my throat.
He released my head, pushing me back onto the bed as he grabbed his own
organ and pumping his white cream onto my naked flesh, shooting onto my
belly and depositing his sticky cum on my genitals. I lay there, spent,
as the last sticky strand of jiz broke off and landed on my thigh.
�You have been a very good boy,� he said, going to his clothes and
putting them on as I lay immobile on the bed, covered with his cum.
�If you keep yourself nice and smooth, we can do this again sometime.
Do you think you can do that, Gregg? Do you think you can shave that
pretty body of yours even when I�m not around?
I nodded dumbly, willing to agree to anything, just wanting this long
ordeal to end.
He finished getting dressed, obviously admiring me as I lay there
hairless and naked, my sperm covered cock still half erect.
�Goodbye, my beautiful boy,� he said, drawing the curtain aside to the
empty other half of the room.
And then, he took his wallet out, pulled out some bills and laid them
on top of my sperm covered balls.
�You�ll keep your hair off, won�t you son?�
Again I nodded.
�Then we�ll do this again... soon...�
He went to door, opened it and left, closing it behind him.
I reached down and took the money he had left on me in my hand.
I counted it.
There were five bills there. Of one hundred dollars each.
Five hundred dollars.
Five hundred dollars!
In 1974, the tuition for Dunwoody was $5,000.00 a year. An ounce of
pot cost ten or fifteen dollars. I spent about ten dollars a week on
entertainment. Beer cost twenty five or fifty cents at the college pub.
Five hundred dollars!
I lay back, totally wiped out and went to sleep.
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