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   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 Iıve 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.  Itıs 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.


   I thought that no one else ever did anything really weird like I did,
but there was one truly bizarre experience that still sticks in my memory
-
   One time, I was over playing with Eddie and another friend, Mike.  Mike
had to babysit some neighbor girls that lived across the street from him,
so we all went over there.  It was summer, we all had shorts on, and, as
was usual for me at that time, I wasnıt wearing any underwear.  We all sat
down to watch TV along with the two older girls who were probably 8 or 9
and wearing nightgowns.  Mike and Eddie were sitting on the couch with one
of the girls, and I was sitting in the stuffed armchair with the other
girl sitting on my lap.  In that day and age there was nothing strange
about that, and I didnıt think anything of it myself.  She was just a
kid!  However, as she adjusted her seat while we were watching TV, her
little ass sat directly on top of my cock.  When I felt myself getting
hard, I was in a mild panic, because I didnıt want to be accused of being
a pervert, and if I took her off my lap and stood up, my boner would have
stuck out of my shorts like a tent pole.   Then I realized she was doing
this deliberately! 
   She kept on moving her butt until my now aching stiff pole was resting
right along the crack of her ass.  Unfortunately for me, it was bent the
wrong way, pointing down, so I knew she had to know what she was doing
because my cock head was practically forcing itself up to her little
cunny.  I was both fascinated and appalled.  We were supposed to be
babysitting!  Eddie and Mike and her sister had no idea what was
happening.  My cock was starting to hurt when she suddenly raised herself
up and discreetly flipped back her nightgown and sat down again.  In that
space I tried to flip my prick around, but only succeeded in getting it
caught in my shorts leg, sticking partly out.   This little hotbox then
sat her now bare cunt and ass directly on my lap again squirming around
until my half naked tool was resting in her bare crack.  My cock head had
to be touching her little cunt lips, but I didnıt really know.  I just
felt the folds of her bare flesh.    It was still painful for me and I was
freaking.  I sat there almost paralyzed for close to 15 minutes as she
wiggled herself on my erection.  My heart was racing with fear and the
grotesque thrill of having an 8 or 9 year old get off on rubbing herself
on my hard meat.  Either my gooey pre-cum, her juices, or maybe just our
combined sweat lubricated her crack so that she could slide around on my
hard pole.  I donıt know.  I do know that she would have rubbed me raw if
it had not gotten wet.  If it would not of felt so good, I probably would
have shoved her off.  If it hadnıt  been so awkward,  with my prick still
bent at a painful angle, I probably would have shot my load all over her
exposed cunt.  I wonder what she would have done then?  When the TV show
was over, she hopped off my lap as if nothing had happened.  She didnıt
even pass me a sly look or anything.  I got my dick out of site and under
control.   And that was that.  But I seriously wondered what games she and
Mike or maybe her father might having been playing.....

   There was a day at the end of the summer of 1968  when I was once more
sneaking around naked in the woods.  This day I was particularly daring
and I wasnıt wearing any sneakers.  I had to step gingerly from place to
place in my bare feet.  I was daydreaming about a Jungle Jane type woman
as I stepped cautiously along, my hand on my semi-hard cock.  I had been
doing this for a couple of years now, and I had never had any trouble
hiding from people, but there was almost never anybody to hide from.  So
my mind was blown when I heard sounds from not very far ahead!  I froze
and peered through the underbrush.  I could make out some figures and it
looked like....??  I stalked closer until I could see.  
   Holy Shit!  It was Peter, Jimmyıs older brother and Ellen Black.  They
were standing up against a tree, passionately kissing.  I didnıt know
whether to run or watch. The thing was, Ellen lived on the other side of
me, also next door.  She was ³old,² probably about 19, as was Peter.  She
had long dark hair, a pretty face, and a thin figure.  But the Blackıs
were real Roman Catholic types.  There were a lot of kids in the family. 
There were two other girls near my age - Anna who was the same age as I
was, and Theresa, who was a year older.
   Once, when we were younger, probably about 8 or 9 years old, I had
tried to play ³you show me yours and Iıll show you mine² with Anna.  She
agreed, but after I had stripped down, all she would do was to take off
her shirt, giving me a show of pre-pubescent chest nipples.  She couldnıt
take off her pants ³cause it would be a sin.²        Her sister Theresa
and I were friends, and we had actually held hands while we we playing at
the creek that bordered both of our yards.  But I wanted to kiss her and
she wouldnıt let me, because ³she was Catholic.²  
   Now here was their good looking older sister making out with Peter.  
   The fact that I am stupid has definitely led me to my degraded state
today.  I should have snuck away and gotten out of there.  I was a buck
naked 14 year old kid in the middle of the woods with, what I considered,
two adults.  But, I really wanted to see what they were doing, so..... I
snuck closer.   
   I managed to get about 10 feet away so that I could see them, but I was
still hidden.   It was worth it.  I could see that Ellenıs shirt was open
and Peterıs hands were busy.  He must be playing with her tits, even
though I couldnıt see!
     He was grinding his hips into her crotch and she seemed to be getting
off on it.     Jesus!  Peter and Ellen Black!
   My hand was on my prick as I half saw and half imagined what they were doing.
   He moved his mouth off hers and his face ducked down to her chest.
   Then she started repeating ³Oh God!  Oh God! Oh God!² over and over,
bouncing up and down.  Her hands were caressing the back of his head.
    He stood up and I saw his hands move farther down to her shorts.
   ³Peter!² she said, her hands holding his, ³I donıt want to get pregnant
   His back was to me, so I didnıt hear his reply, but she said,²No,²
except she was laughing as she said it.
   Again, Peter said something I couldnıt hear, all the while he was still
rubbing himself against her,his hands moving at her waist.
   ³In my mouth!² protested Ellen. ³You keep on asking that..No!  You like
this,² she giggled and her hands were at his shorts.
   At that moment there was a snap! behind me and I quickly turned to see
a squirrel running away.  Just as quickly I turned back and saw both Peter
and Ellen staring directly into my eyes.
   Oh Shit!  They heard the noise too.  They looked.  Theyıre looking at
me. Shit!  No!  I thought.  Inanely, I smiled feebly and my legs started
turning away. I had no idea of what I was doing and the first thing I did
was fall down.
   No! no, no,no, I thought laying on my back.  I was paralyzed with
fear.  Maybe theyıll run away, I thought.  Maybe they really didnıt see
me. Maybe..
   ³Moran!² Peterıs voice yelled, ³Is that you?²  He sounded pissed.
   ³That was Greggy, Peter,² said Ellenıs voice plaintively and to my
ears, breathily.
   ³Greggy Moran, get your butt over here.² demanded Peter.
   ³Uh , I canıt,² I croaked in fear, still lying on the ground.
   ³Why not?² said Peter.
   Uh, I donıt have any clothes on?² I said stupidly.
   Wha?!!  You little pervert!²  Peter came running over and grabbed me by
the arm.
   My little, practically hairless cock was still sticking out, in spite
(or because of?) my pounding fear.
   ³You pervert!² he repeated, looking at my hard dick.
   I heard Ellen giggle.  Now that was strange.  Here, she was caught
making out, with her shirt open and she was the one giggling.  Weird.
   I had no notion of what was going on in the sixties at that time, so it
didnıt occur to me that she was probably stoned.  In retrospect, she must
have been, because to this day I canıt imagine the prim and proper, very
Catholic, Ellen Black acting the wanton.
   Peter was holding my arm tightly.  I wouldnıt look him in the eye, and
looking down, I could see his stiff dick sticking half out of his shorts. 
He was not paying attention to it in his anger at me.  My mind was still
numb when he said in my ear, ³Jimmy told me you were a little pervert. I 
thought it was more of his lies when he said you gave him blow jobs.²
   ³What!² I protested, jerking my head up, ³I never..²
   ³Really?² interrupted Peter.  ³What? Did somebody steal all your
clothes and shove you out here?  Is your fucking dick always hard?²
   He turned and pulled me over to Ellen, who was holding her shirt
closed.  She looked at my naked, aroused body with amused fascination.
   ³Heıs a faggot,² said Peter. ³He gets his kicks watching people and
giving guys blow jobs.²
   ³No,² I protested again; ³Shut up,² Peter said; ³Thatıs sick,² said
Ellen  - all at the same time.
   ³Jimmy told me about you giving him blow jobs.  He even described your
prick to me,² Peter whispered in my ear. ³How did he know that, if youıre
not a homo?²   He was really pissed off.
   ³Youıre a homo?² said Ellen and she giggled again. ³Really?²  
Unconsciously, she let her shirt fall open again.  Her breasts were only a
foot away from me and they were beautiful.  They were pink and firm and
her nipples were hard.  I wanted to reach out and touch them.
   Peter said, ³Look, heıs getting off just thinking about it,² nodding at
my stiff cock,which was throbbing with a life of its own.
   ³Thatıs disgusting,² Ellen repeated, turning her head away.  ³Thatıs
what you wanted me to do.²
   ³Yeah, but he likes it, donıt you Greggy,² Peter said, now grabbing me
by both of my bare shoulders and looking at me. ³Watch this Ellen.  Heıll
show you.²
   He pushed me down to my knees in front of him and said, ³Go ahead.  Do
what you want.²
   I stared at his hard manhood half out of his shorts along with his
bushy pubic hair and tried to figure out what to do.  My cock was aching
hard, and I was turned on, but not by the thought of sucking Peter, but by
the thought of fucking Ellen.  At least thatıs what was going through my
mind.
   ³Cımon faggot,² Peter demanded. ³Take it out and suck it.  Or do you
want me to tell everyone what a pervert peeping Tom you are?²  He grabbed
the hair on my head and pulled my face into his crotch.
   ³All right, all right,² I said, my breath coming in ragged gasps.  I
didnıt want him to tell anybody.  I didnıt want him to beat me up ( I knew
he sometimes beat up on Jimmy).  I just wanted to hide, but he had me on
my knees in front of him, so I gave in.
   Humiliated that Ellen was going to think I was a Homo, I nonetheless
put my hands up and pulled down his shorts and underwear, freeing his
stiff member.  The top was already wet and sticky and it was long and thin
like Jimmyıs.  I heard Ellen breathing behind me as I put my mouth on the
head of his tool.
   He pulled me into his cock.  I looked up at him with my lips around his
shaft and tried to say "please don't make me do this,"  but it just came
out as mumbles.  This was worse than any nightmare, sucking a guys
manmeat, while a beautiful woman watched in squeamish fascination, seeing
evidence that I was, indeed, a faggot. 
   Peter took his hands off my head and said, ³Donıt stop, faggot.²  He
moved his hips back and forth and his cock slid in and out of my mouth
from my lips to my throat.  I had to grab his legs for support when he let
go, and I was almost helping him fuck my mouth.
   I heard him say, ³Oh, cımere baby,² and I felt him pull Ellen to him.
   I looked up with my eyes and saw his hands grab her naked breasts and
move her toward him.  She giggled again and came to him, her mouth on his.
Her tongue darted out and licked his mouth, slipping inside.  My mind was
trying to take in her licentious behavior.  I couldnıt believe that this
sister of Anna and Theresaıs could be such a easy slut!  Here some bare
assed kid was being forced to suck her boyfriends cock and she was letting
him play with her tits while it happened!  I tried to get angry at her,
but the power of the situation and the fact that her boobs were just
overhead with Peterıs palms on her fleshy globes, his thumbs manipulating
her hard nipples, left me with a hopeless longing.  My shaft was rigid
with desire, but here I was, acting as Peterıs mouth cunt.
   Peter continued to move his hips, now fucking my mouth with a slow
intensity.  I had no where to go and continued to submit to this
degradation, somehow hoping that maybe I would be able to touch Ellen
before this was all over.  She moved closer to Peter and her bare leg was
rubbing against my naked body.  God!  My erection was pulsing now.  I
discreetly tried to rub myself against her as she was trying to rub her
crotch against Peterıs thigh.
   ³Peter!² she said into his mouth.
   ³Oh, Ellen,² he breathed, ³This is wild.²
   ³Peter,² she repeated taking her mouth off his, ³heıs in the way.²  She
nodded down at me.
   I froze, aching with longing, my mouth full of cock.  Peter took his
hands off of her tits and placed one behind my head and pulled me hard
onto his pole.  I gagged as my face was crushed into his flat belly, my
lips were mashed by his pubic hair and his cock savaged my throat.  I
could feel his other hand move into Ellenıs shorts as the material rubbed
against the side of my face.
   ³Peter!² she said insistently, ³I donıt want to get pregnant!²
   ³Shhhh,² he said as his face moved down to her exposed breasts and his
hand maneuvered its way around to her crotch, ³I promise you that you
donıt have to even touch me at all.  My cock wonıt be anywhere near you.²
He let me slide back off his dick somewhat and actually smiled and winked
at me! while he started tonguing her stiff nipples.  I felt completely
victimized
   She gasped and moaned slightly, ³Ohhhhhhh,² as her hands went to the
back of his head again.  She now offered no resistance now as Peter
unzipped her shorts and started working them down around her hips.  She
stepped away from my side,  wiggled her thighs a little and the shorts
fell down to her ankles.  She stepped out of them.  Peter had let go of my
head now and had both hands at Ellenıs waist, one shoving down the front
of her panties and the other down the back, along her ass. He was still
moving in and out of my mouth, enjoying the sensation of my young lips on
his hard meat.  I started really sucking him, wanting to get this over
with.  The smell of Ellenıs hot pussy only 6 inches away from my head was
starting to make me crazy with lust.  I was sweating in the humid summer
heat.
   I could see Peterıs hand working its way into her wet snatch inside her
panties.  Her pubic hairs curled out from the crotch and I wanted to lick
her.
   Peter moved his mouth back up and whispered, ³Pretend heıs not even
there,² into Ellenıs ear and his tongue started licking the inside and the
earlobe.
   ³Oh God!, God, God,² Ellen moaned as she shook her head, obviously
overwhelmed by the reactions of her lusty body.  She pushed her own
panties off as Peter thrust his finger deep into her dripping box.  He
clasped her now naked ass and pulled her closer so that her pussy and the
back of his hand were now rubbing against my head.  Her slick naked legs
were sliding against my wet, naked body as she humped his hand and my
head. Peter speeded up his thrusts into my mouth and I again had to hold
on tight to his now sweaty thighs to keep him from choking me.  He tried
to move his chest against her exposed tits and that drove him further into
me.  Their mouths were locked together and he removed his hand from her
wet pussy to run it up her naked ass, up her back, and to pull her
flapping shirt off her shoulders.  I felt it fall on my legs, but I
couldnıt see anymore as her cunt ground into the back of my head, forcing
my face back into Peterıs belly, his thin tool driving into my throat. 
She started humping me, practically climbing over me until her legs were
spread wide open.   I could feel her wet cunt flesh on the back of my
neck.  She was pressing against me so that  my meat was being pushed into
the ground as her weight and frantic movements drove me down.  Peter had
to slide down the tree and bend his knees to keep his dick in my mouth.   
My whole body reeled as I felt her slippery cunt, her wet juices, mixing
with my sweat, trickling down my back, as she ground her flowing vagina
into the back of my head and neck.    
    ³Oh GOD! GOD! GOD!,² she screamed, throwing her head back,  bouncing
up and down, slamming into my shoulders, driving my knees and cock into
the dirt, her sweat and her liquid pussy drenching my body and dripping
down my back.  Her hands were grabbing my shoulderblades, trying to force
me harder against her as she exploded in orgasm.  
   ³OH JESUS!² she moaned and her body shivered.
   Peter was slamming his tool into my mouth now as he grabbed Ellenıs ass
cheeks with both hands, his cock fucking me furiously, slamming into my
throat.  Each time he pulled Ellen towards him, her cunt would shove my
head onto his engorged phallus.
   ³YES!  OH YES!  IıM FUCKING YOU BABY!² Peter yelled, his hips bucking
wildly as he shot a huge hunk of sperm into my throat.  He shot again, his
goo filling my mouth.  My head was totally trapped and I couldnıt breath.
   I felt Ellenıs hands go to Peterıs and she moved them off her ass and
slid off of my back as he orgasmed again.   I frantically swallowed,
trying to inhale through my nose.  His cum kept on filling my mouth!  
When Ellen finally stepped back,   I pushed away from Peterıs dick,
gasping for breath.  He quickly moved his hand from my head and grabbed
his spurting tool, jerking it, the spunk shooting onto my face.  I
collapsed onto the ground bending over, coughing up gooey sperm as he
continued shooting his load onto my sweating naked back and neck. Finally
I rolled over and lay down, not caring that my erection was still pulsing
in the air.  I could feel the cum dribbling down my face.  I looked up and
saw Peter squeezing the last drops of semen out of his cock and shaking it
onto to me.  I saw Ellen, totally nude, looking down at me as if from
miles away.  Her cunt hairs were dripping with her secretions and I could
still smell her from down on the ground.  God, she was beautiful!  Hot
sweat covered her bare body with a fine sheen and it dripped form her
hard, firm breasts. Even her large, brown nipples were were wet as they
rigidly pointed out from the tips of her tits.  She looked as if she had
been sculpted from wet clay.  My own dick jerked as I watched her and my
hand involuntarily moved toward it.
   ³Wow,² she said looking at my young  trembling, abused body ³You really
like that?²
   Then, for the first time since I got there, she demonstrated what I
would have thought would have been an instinctive modesty.  Maybe it was
because she was naked with two boys, one who had cum dribbling from his
exposed cock; the other with cum on his face, dribbling from his mouth and
who on his back,  staring at her, his raging hard on wet with pre cum,
mixed with dirt from the woods floor,  proving his unfulfilled lust. 
Whatever it was, she suddenly looked uneasy, and grabbed her panties and
shorts, pulling them on swiftly over her slick thighs and ass.
   She then grabbed her bra she said nervously, ³I gotta go Peter, Iım
late.² She didnıt look at me or wait for an answer from Peter before
turning her back and rapidly walked away, trying to put on her bra on her
slippery wet body as she went.
   My heart was still beating rapidly but I was stupefied as I lay there.  
   Then Peter prodded me with his foot and said, ³ I should beat the shit
out of you, you little faggot homo, but since you didnıt really hurt
anything, Iıll let you live.  Why donıt you beat off for me?  Letıs see
how faggots do it.²
   My head was still spinning.  It felt like someone already had kicked me
around.  But my cock was still really hard and I could still smell Ellenıs
pussy juices that had saturated my neck and back.
   ³Go ahead faggot!² he repeated prodding me harder with his foot.  He
put his fingers on his now limp dick and pointed it at my face.  ³Go ahead
and jerk off.²
   I did not want to resist and I wrapped my fingers around my throbbing
meat.  After all I been through, especially surrounded by the smell of
Ellenıs steamy cunt, it only took a few jerks before my hips rose and my
sperm started flying.  My mouth opened and I  squeezed my eyes shut as my
fist milked my manhood and my body convulsed.  I felt my boiling cum
splatter on my chest and then I felt hot piss pour into my mouth!
   My eyes snapped open and I shut my mouth as I saw Peter pissing on me
in the throes of my orgasm.  I inadvertantly swallowed some of his piss as
I spit the rest out, but my body was still shuddering and bucking with a
mind of its own while he sprayed my whole face and then moved his fiery
stream down my chin to my chest, pissing his discharge onto my nipples,
then my belly and finally my hand and my cock and balls.  My hand and
pubic hairs were drenched with his piss as my own orgasm subsided.  He
continued to douse my groin area until he reached a dribble and then shook
himself over my face again.  I turned my head away, totally spent,
spitting pee out of my mouth, degraded, humiliated and in despair.  My
life was over.  I closed my eyes and felt hot tears leaking out.
   ³Next time I catch you spying, homo, youıll get a lot worse than that,²
said Peter.
   I heard him walk away as I lay there, naked, soaked in sweat, covered
with piss and cum, my hand still wrapped around my penis, crying softly to
myself.
   I lay there for awhile, my mind a blank, thinking that soon everyone
would know about Greg the Homo, and wondering what to do.
   Ah, the recovering powers of a 14 year old! 
   After the dazed unreality of it all wore off, I realized that there was
nothing for me to do!  Feeling depressed and very sorry for myself, I
snuck down to the creek, washed myself off as best I could, got dressed
and went home and acted like nothing happened.
   And for all that, nothing might have well happened.   Ellen always
avoided me after that.  I never spoke to her again and her family moved
away about a year later.   Peter gave me mocking and enticing looks
whenever he felt like it, but I never gave him the opportunity to be alone
with me and force me again, and I guess he never told anybody.  At least
not anybody who ever told me.
   My exterior psyche healed easily, but I replayed the scene in my mind
when I masturbated many times until it had a place alongside the rest of
my pornographic fantasies. For years thereafter, Ellenıs slick, sweaty
body was in my daydream fantasies.  In the rare wet dreams I had, her
juiced up cunt and sopping wet pubic hairs figured prominently.
   I was a bit more discreet after that in my ³naked runs,² but I never
stopped doing it, and in later years continued this aberrant form of
exhibitionism while driving a car, on the job or in someone elseıs house
or yard.


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