Message-ID: <7413eli$9803312005@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: IM_sub@hotmail.com (I.M. Strange) Subject: My Sex Life#5; (True,mmm, incest, oral, bd, nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <IM_sub-3103980734160001@usr-401-4-154.isd.net> I am a happily married, ordinary, middle aged guy. I have an ordinary middle aged life with the house; the children; the cat; the community;etc. I also have had an interesting sex life. Nobody knows everything I¹ve done. There is a part of me that wants to be known. The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to exhibitionism and let all us voyeurs watch as I replay My Sex Life. All of the stories written here are true. It¹s been spiced up where necessary to hold the interest of the reader, but the events as portrayed actually happened. *If you would like to comment on; reply to; or...whatever(in Central Minnesota or nearby Wisconsin), - E-mail me at: IM_sub@hotmail.com. I am interested in feedback. ³Jesus, Mark,² I said, sitting up, as he reached for the door handle. He opened the door, but my body was blocked from view by the hotel room wall as he slipped out. I knew that this whole thing was not really Mark¹s scene. He was a private person and probably would have been happier if Jeff had not come in. After that, I suspected he just wanted to get his rocks off and leave. ³No,² said Jeff, answering my question, his hand still on my throbbing manhood with a grip of steel, ³They teach us discipline in the army.² And, using my cock as a lever, he pulled himself around to a sitting position on the bed, his back against the wall, his legs spread on either side of me. He pushed me around to set on my knees, my hard member standing out from my body with his fist still around it. ³They teach respect² he said, still squeezing my rod, almost painfully. ³Now little brother, let¹s see what kind of man you are.² He loosened his grip. ³I want you to sit there. If you say stop, we stop and that¹s it, understand?² I nodded my head, thinking about the number of bondage and dungeon porno books he had, wondering what he could possibly have in mind. He moved his hand, still slick from the Vaseline on my body to his own large penis. God, it looked huge! It was only because he was hairy and superbly muscled that his dick looked twice as big and mine, but it did. He wrapped his fingers around it and began stroking himself. ³Now,² he said, ³Lick my nipples.² ³What?² I said, not sure if he was joking. He quickly reached out and slapped my cock, looking into my eyes. I gasped in pain at the erotic titillation. ³You have to follow orders. Now do it.² he commanded. I stretched forward and stuck my tongue out to lick at a nipple. This was bizarre. Was he a homo? He had his hand back on his shaft, sliding it up and down. His grabbed my head with his other hand and pulled my face into his hairy chest, hard. My mouth was on his rough nipple and as my teeth were pulled into it he gasped and moaned, ³Yeah!² What was this, I wondered? As he let go, I pulled my face off his chest. ³I thought only woman...AHHHH!² I interrupted myself as he slapped my cock again. ³You don¹t take orders very well, do you?, he said. ³ You want to know what this feels like?² He reached out and took each of my hairless boy nipples between his fingers. Then he sharply twisted and pulled. ³HUHHHHHhhh!² I inhaled piercingly. The erotic pain was intense. I never knew my nipples had feeling to them. My cock jerked with excitement. He continued pulling me down to his large manhood slick with the combination of my Vaseline and his own juices. I opened my lips as he thrust his meat into my mouth and let go of my nipples. My hands went to his shaft and balls massaging them, holding them, trying to control his shaft as he drove it in and out. Then, just as quickly, he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of him. It hurt a little, but I was getting really hot at this display of savagery. Jeff looked me straight in the eyes as my hands play with his tool. He took his Vaseline slicked middle finger and shoved it in my mouth. ³Suck on this, little brother,² he said intensely. He started rubbing around the inside of my mouth, massaging my teeth and gums and tongue. He added his thumb. God! These were in my ass! I could taste and smell the odd chalkiness overlaid with greasy Vaseline and sex. I was repelled but my captive 15 year old horniness kept me sucking his fingers and worshiping his adult cock with my hands. ³God, you are nasty,² said my brother. He took his fingers from my mouth and once more pushed me down to his phallus. ³Lick me,² he said, grabbing the outside of both legs and lifting them up in a V. I tongued his engorged crown and pisshole. ³Lower,² he ordered, sliding down on the bed slightly. I licked down his pulsing shaft, tantalized by its hardness. ³Lower,² he said again I started trying to take his large balls into my mouth, my dick inflamed with a throbbing lust. ³Lower,² he demanded once more, sliding down the bed more and spreading his powerful legs farther apart. I was staring at his puckered asshole. I didn¹t want to go this far. But I was enslaved to my brother¹s will and my own hot cock. I moved onto my belly, put my hands on his asscheeks with my thumbs toward his hole and moved my face in. I stuck out my tongue for a tentative lick. It was pungent and musty. I felt my mouth dry up as the surface of my tongue ran over his anal opening. ³That¹s right, he sighed. ³Lick it good, little brother.² He pushed his butt into my face, my nose buried beneath his balls. ³Ohhh God,² I moaned as I started lapping at his asshole. My saliva came back and I began to try and thrust my tongue into his ass. He spread his his legs to accommodate me and I did the same with my hands. I slavered his ass with my saliva. I could feel the tip of my tongue rimming his tight butthole. He moaned and moved his ass back and forth as I continued my depraved ministrations. This was insane! I was disgusted and I couldn¹t stop. There was a knock on the door from Jeff¹s room next door. Jeff let his legs fall, jumped off the bed and motioned me to stand by the wall in the corner of our room where the adjoining room door opened inward, blocking the view. As I dashed over there, Jeff said, ³Wait a sec,² and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. He said ³Come in,² started wiping the front of his sweaty body with the towel in a parody of drying himself off. He was standing sideways to me, in front of the adjoining room door, and I could see his erect penis behind the towel. My cock was still rigid and throbbing as I stood with my back to the wall, the taste of my brother¹s ass still in my mouth. My heart was pounding and I was stunned when I saw Jeff smile and say, ³Go ahead and clean up. When you¹re done, you can come in here.² He didn¹t even have the towel wrapped around him, for God¹s sake! It had to be obvious to the maid (who else could it be?), that he was naked! Oh Jesus, I thought. Jeff scooped up the handcuffs and ties from sight as he walked back to me. He had left the door open! And I could hear the maid bringing her stuff in. ³Jeff,² I whispered, ³This is nuts! She could just walk in here.² ³That¹s right,² he said, pressing me against the wall with his body, his stiff manhood pressing into mine. ³But you don¹t seem too worried.² He reached down and squeezed my cock painfully. ³Uhhh,² I moaned into his chest. ³Shhhhh,² he said letting me go and turning me around. He grabbed my arms, pulled them behind my back and clicked the handcuffs back on. ³Jeffff,² I whispered savagely, ³I....² ³Shhh,² he said admonishing me, putting my hand over my mouth as turned me back toward him. ³Be quiet.² I heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner from next door as Jeff picked up one of his thin black ties. He kneeled before me and started pulling my balls down and twisting them, but as he did so, his tongue licked at the tip of my cock. I almost erupted right there as he lapped at my crown! No one had ever given me a blow job and my mind started whirling. Then I felt him tie up the top of my scrotum and Jeff stood up. I looked down and saw the tie hanging between my legs and felt the one end tied around my nut sack. Jeff turned me around, half way this time, reached between my legs and pulled the tie back, stretching my nuts. He pushed me to my knees and then pulled the tie up the crack of my ass until my balls were under me and my dripping prick was pointing to the floor. God, it was weirdly painful, but it also erotically charged. I felt him tie off the tie to the chain of the handcuffs. He stepped around to face me. I tried to remember if I had read about this scenario in any of his bondage novels, but nothing came to me. In Jeff¹s books, it was the women who were getting their tits tied up and their clitorises tortured. ³Are you all right?² he asked, showing a brotherly concern for the first time. I nodded. The way he had tied me off, even though I tugged on my nuts every time I moved; I still controlled the level of pain by not moving. I felt bound and perverted, but not in serious pain. ³Good,² he said smiling, and slapped my face with his dick. ³Now suck me.² He positioned his tip at my lips and put his hands behind my head. I stuck out my tongue again to lick him, but he pulled back and made me reach for him. This had the effect of pulling my arms, which pulled my balls and I groaned. ³Shhh,² he said, driving forward and pulling my mouth onto his cock, ramming it into me. ³We don¹t want to wake the neighbors.² I frantically sucked on my brother as a part of my mind realized that the door to the rooms was still open and the maid was still cleaning. My entire body trembled with feverish excitement as everything overwhelmed my senses. My brother pumped my head back and forth, using my mouth to fuck his meat, driving it into my throat and back to my lips. My handcuffed wrists pulled painfully at my bound testicles with every motion. The tie slid up and down my slippery ass crack, over my sensitive anus. My quivering penis bounced on the carpet as I was abused. The maid could walk in now, any second, and see me, a child slave to my brother¹s sick fantasies. My breathing was labored and tremors were racing through my sensually overloaded body. My tongue and lips worked and I sucked on Jeff¹s hardness in an orgiastic frenzy. His hips thrust and drove his cock deep into my throat and he held my head there as I struggled to breathe. He pushed harder, burying my nose in his hairy groin, his balls pressing into my chin, wriggling his hips as I felt his cock swell to orgasm. I began jerking, short of breath, my scrotum pulled agonizingly as my cock was ground into the rug. Then he pulled his prick from my mouth, letting go of my head and grabbing himself. He squeezed his organ, softly moaned in an obscenely contented fashion and a huge wad of cum shot into my mouth, just as I gasped for breath. I coughed as I inhaled his cum. Splat! Another shot of jism flew onto my cheek. Jeff continued squeezing his hose, spraying his spunk onto my face and chest as he shuddered in pleasure. Finally, he moved forward and wiped the oozing tip of his cock on my hair. I hung my head down, my insatiable hard on jumping with a life of its own. Jeff picked up the key, walked behind me and unlocked the cuffs. As he did, he whispered in my ear, ³Good job, br¹er.² I grabbed my own throbbing cock as he walked over to his bathing suit. I started pumping my erection, his tie still tied to my balls as he pulled on his suit. I laid back and felt my orgasm begin to swell as I heard him say ³I¹ll see you later.² The door opened and closed as I milked my cock. My hips rose from the floor and I groaned as the maid walked into our room. She stared at me in horrified fascination as my spunk flew into the air, splattering my chest, adding to Jeff¹s sticky load. I squeezed my dick hard in mortification as I rolled over, exposing my naked asshole in its slick nastiness, but shielding my shuddering prick as I pumped my load into the rug. When I had finished cumming, I glanced back over my shoulder and saw her still staring at my naked ass and cum stained face with disgust. Without a word, she went back into Jeff¹s room , closing the door behind her. Mark was diffident about the whole thing and showed no interest in repeating our little escapade. I couldn¹t look at the maid again the next few days we were there and I had the feeling the rest of the staff was laughing at me. I told Jeff what happened to me with the maid, and how humiliating it was, but he just laughed and said he had given me a chance to make it with her and I ³blew² it. I tried to stay mad at him, but he was my older brother and I worshipped him. I probably would have let him tie me up and have me blow him in the middle of the lobby, but he didn¹t initiate anything further. I suspect he was a little worried about what he had ³done² to his little brother. 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 when I could, and I still jerked off in inappropriate places, like empty classrooms and under the grandstand during football games. If I thought it was ³safe,² (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 teacher¹s 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 team¹s 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. 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 very hyper. He must have been in his twenties and was lean and well muscled. He didn¹t 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. Well, the same thing happened again this year. Lost a game, fooling around, kick in the ass. There was also clean up detention where, if the coach thought you were really bad, you had to clean up the locker room. Well, the coach wasn¹t there this day, so Assistant Coach Doyle thought I deserved clean up duty for my offenses. I duly cleaned up the locker room after everyone had gone and shouted to his office that I was done. He told me to change and he¹d be there to check it. I was down to my jockstrap when he yelled, ³Moran! Front and Center!² Jesus, I thought, now what? Doyle was standing at the locker row farthest back and I realized with a sinking felling that I had missed that row. I walked up to him as he yelled, ³Is this what you call clean!!?² pointing to the towels and clothes still littering the row. ³You are worthless! Bend over and grab your ankles!² 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, he¹d 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 didn¹t 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, but not for smacking my butt with a clipboard. Different times, different rules. Bowing to the inevitable, I bent over, wearing only a jockstrap, my bare ass exposed. SMACK! AH Shit!! Doyle walloped my ass with the clipboard. As the incredible sting started to permeate, SMACK!, he did it again. ³AAAAHH!² I cried, involuntarily. That really hurt. I could feel my ass begin to flame and he did it again! SMACK! ³STOP!² I cried, starting to really cry. This was not fair. Nobody ever got hit more than once on their bare ass. ³All right,² he said. ³Don¹t move.² 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, he¹d 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 I didn¹t have the guts. He walked back to me, still bent over, my naked butt, hot , red and in pain, still waving in the air. I looked around my legs and saw that he had a pitcher and something else in his hands. ³Stand still,² Coach Doyle ordered as poured cold ice water over my upturned butt! ³AHHHH!² I cried again, startled at this new sensation. I spontaneously moved and stood up as the freezing water shocked my hot ass. ³Wrong,² said Doyle, putting the pitcher down and smacking my ass again, this time with his bare hand. ³I told you not to move.² 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 and defenseless against his sadism. At the same time, I felt my cock stirring and I was aghast at the thought that I might get an erection. But the coach 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 found my self getting hard as I was stood against the locker my palms pressing the metal on either side of me. ³You know, Moran,² said Doyle in my ear, ³if you¹d get serious about the game, you wouldn¹t have these problems. I hope you¹ll straighten up.² All the while he kept rubbing the icy mixture on my butt and up and down my crack now. No, No, no, I thought, as my cock stiffened and twisted inside my jock strap, trying to find its way out. He¹ll kill me if he sees me like this. Of course, he then put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around, dumping the ice cubes on the floor. ³All right, Moran,² he said, looking me in the eye, ³I want you to finish cleaning up this row and go....² He stopped. He had glanced down and was now looking directly at my crotch. Jesus, No! ³You like this, do you?² he said sneeringly, seeing my erection filling my supporter. ³This turns you on?! You are a sick kid. Take off that jockstrap!² Humiliated, I did what he said to do. I always tended to do what I was told when I was ³caught² misbehaving. I felt I had no choice. So, I pulled off my jock, letting my hard on spring out, bent over and stepped out of the elastic bands. Now, totally naked and ashamed, I stood before Coach Doyle, my eyes downcast. ³You are a pervert,² he said, grabbing my prick, squeezing it, and pushing it down towards the floor. ³I can¹t believe this excites you!² ³Ohh,² I said, flinching at his touch. Now, this was strange. A part of my mind started in wondering what he was doing, but I had no control. He was in charge. ³Get down on the floor,² said the coach, letting go of my cock. ³What?² I said, disbelievingly. ³Down on all fours, Now,² he ordered, reaching around and giving me another smack on the side of my burning ass. I scrambled to obey and kneeled before him. ³Now lick up that mess you made,² he said pointing to the water and ice he had spilled over my ass onto the floor. ³Coach...² I said, a tremolo in my voice, not quite believing this. He leaned down and pushed my head to the floor. ³Lick - It - Up,² he said slowly. I stuck out my tongue and started licking. This was insane, I thought, my heart starting to beat in fear. Even so, my body continued to pump blood to my hard dick and I had this odd sexual turn-on. At the same time I just wanted to get out of there. Coach Doyle walked around behind me as I vainly tried to lap up the water. ³Not bad,² he said to my ass sticking up in the air. He got on the floor and place his hands on my butt spreading them and exposing my asshole. I winced, as they still hurt even after the ice water. I started really worrying then, my heart was racing and I tried to subtly move forward, my mouth now sucking the floor. What was he going to do? I suddenly froze as I felt his tongue lick my asshole. Oh no! I thought, What Is He Doing? My penis started jerking with a mind of its own as I felt his tongue try to penetrate the puckered bud of my anus. I involuntarily pushed my ass back to meet this invasion. Coach Doyle removed his mouth and stood up. ³You like that don¹t you?² he said, ³You¹re a regular faggot, aren¹t you? Turn around!² I turned around on my hands and knees. ³Sit up,² he said. I sat up on my knees, my head at the level of his crotch. ³Take it out, faggot² the coach directed. He didn¹t say ³what,² 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, ³ I said take it out!² Understanding that he might really hurt me if I didn¹t do as he said, I pulled down his sweatpants and let his manhood free. It didn¹t register until later that he was hairless. His whole pubic area was shaved. He was hard and ready. He had thick, circumcised penis, about 6² long, the same shape as Jeff¹s. ³Suck it,² he said without any 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, ³Put your clothes on and get out of here.² 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. I quit the soccer team after that. It was no great loss and nobody asked me any questions as to why. In later years, realizing the way Doyle (I wish I knew his first name) manipulated me, I wondered if he did that to other kids. At the time, I just wanted to ignore it and walk away. This experience 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 discounted the experiences with my brothers and earlier. 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. Was I queer? (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..) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |