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My Sex Life - 1 (mm, inc, oral, ped, forced)
by gmurray@nospam.isd.net (G.M. Murray)
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.
In 1965, I was 11 years old. My knowledge of sex was virtually nil.
It was not something I thought much about, except.....
As an 11 year old, I was a chubby kid. Roughly 5 1/2 feet tall,
weighing about 150 pounds. I was a late bloomer, so my body was hairless
and my genitalia were undeveloped until well into my teens. I had red
hair, usually cut in the ³brush cut² style of the times, I wore glasses,
had lots of freckles and a ready smile.
We used to camp out in our rather large backyard. I would camp alone
or with friends or with my brother and his friends. These were normal
enough activities except that in the summer of 65, I was camping by
myself one night. It was a hot, humid summer night and I was lying on
top of my sleeping bag, naked, inside the tent. Our next door neighbors
had built a swimming pool a few years before and my sweaty, wet,
pre-pubescent little body was longing for that water. So, as kids have
done from time immemorial, I snuck my nude little bod out of the tent,
slipped across our yards, climbed over the fence and went skinny dipping.
It was a great feeling of exhilaration. The water was fantastic on that
hot night and the fact that I was getting away with doing something
³indecent² or naughty was exciting. After getting out of the pool, I
spent another half hour or so creeping as close as I could get to my
neighbors house. Then I just lay there, stark naked, my heart rapidly
beating at the implied danger of being ³found out.²
The next time that summer that I camped out with my best friend, Eddie,
it was another hot night. We were still up, still sweating, at midnight.
I told Eddie, ³Nobodyıs awake anywhere, letıs go swimming next door.²
He looked unsure, but I quickly shucked my underwear and stepped
outside the tent. We had never shown each other our naked bodies before
and that, along with the danger of getting caught, really had my heart
racing.
³Cımon,² I said. ³Itıs OK, Iıve done this before.²
³Wow,² said Eddie from inside the tent. ³OK.² Then he stepped out
naked too.
It was my turn to stop and say ³Wow.² Although Eddie was also only
eleven, his skinny body was already well into puberty. His skin was soft
and smooth, but there were tiny wisps of curls between his two pink,
boyish nipples. He was thinner than I was and his flat stomach sported an
³innie² belly button. Below that his cock looked huge compared to mine.
It was nestled in black, curly pubic hairs than ran down over his large
balls. I was awe struck that he should have a manıs penis and balls on
his little boy body. I looked down at myself to see if there was
something wrong with me. But no, I was the same, it was Eddie that was
odd.
³How come youıre so big,² I asked in all innocence.
³I dunno,² he said, ³I just am.²
As I continued to stare, he got embarrassed and ran off to jump in
the pool. I followed to tell him ³for Godıs sake be quiet,² and didnıt
think much more about it as the joy and danger of skinny dipping again
with a buddy overcame me.
After our swim, I suggested that we run around naked and go skinny
dipping in as many neighborhood pools as we could. After a momentıs
hesitation, Eddie decided he was game and we took off. Eddie ran to the
street and put his back against a tree to shield him form the street and
the streetlights. I ran right up to him and pressed my naked body against
his. As he started giggling, I put my hand over his mouth and said
³Shhh!² and I pressed even tighter as a car drove by, briefly lighting up
my backside with its headlights. We froze there for a moment and I felt
both of our pricks stiffen. Then I laughed and ran across the street and
crouched behind some bushes. Eddie ran across too, right into me and
knocked me forward so that he was stretched out on top of me with his big,
hard dick in the crack of my ass.
³Asshole.² I said and I threw him off and ran to the next set of bushes.
For the next hour or so, we snuck around like maniac secret agents,
giggling, bumping into each other as we crept or leapt from bush to bush
or ran past the streetlights. We would keep on rubbing up against each
other, even when we were sneaking into the neighborhood pools. Then, with
our wet bodies, the excitement of slithering our stiff dicks around on
each otherıs naked body was incredible. Every time we paused, we would
press against each other, not really knowing what we were doing, but
knowing that it felt great. Our rods stayed stiff all the way around the
neighborhood, until we finally got back to the tent. We dove in and
zipped up the mosquito netting and hugged each other on our sleeping bags
- just for the sheer joy of it all. As hard as we were and as good as it
felt, we went to sleep just gently rubbing up against each other because
- we knew nothing about sex. We just knew we had a good time. That may
have been the finest sexual experience in my life. It was a wonderful
night.
After that night, Eddie never wanted to run around naked again, but I
started going as often as I could - sometimes skinny dipping, once or
twice with another friend, or sometimes Iıd just run around bare ass
naked for the sheer dangerous thrill of it. I remember once, when my
parents werenıt home, taking a shower with soap in our backyard while it
was pouring rain.
But as I noted above, I was totally ignorant, as in almost willfully
stupid, about sex. The thrill in life for me was doing ³dangerous² things
and not getting caught.
When I was 12, sometime before the winter of 66, I was over at my
next door neighborıs, house. Park and I were watching TV in his basement,
sitting on a couch with a blanket over us to keep us warm. He was a year
older than I was, with about the same build and chubbiness and brush cut
hair. As kids do, we started wrestling around a little bit under the
blanket and then things escalated and we started grabbing each otherıs
crotches. He grabbed me first. I grabbed his hands and tried to pull him
off my hardening little penis. When I finally pulled him off me, I
grabbed his crotch, trying to hold onto his dick through his pants. Then
he tried to get my hands away. As soon as he overpowered me, he grabbed
me again, I pried him off, I grabbed him and we continued to wrestle under
the blanket. We were both sporting hard boners by this time and getting
very excited when Park managed to trap both by arms and yank my pants and
underwear down all at once. Then he quickly grabbed my stiff prick tightly
and wouldnıt let go. Figuring that I might hurt myself if I tried to get
him off now, I opted instead to undo his belt and pants and take them
off. It was all just a big game and he offered little resistance. Then
we both kicked our pants and underwear off our legs. The game then turned
somewhat gentler as we started fondling each otherıs cock and balls under
the blanket. Then, without the wrestling part it stopped being a game to
me. These queer sensations that I was feeling in my prick were a really
odd and I could see Parkıs eyes glistening in excitement. I began to
become afraid - these sexual sensations were so strange to me that it was
as if a new thing were going on that had never happened before in the
universe. I felt like if we got caught, something bad would happen. Park
and I both seemed a little embarrassed - we werenıt wrestling anymore,
we were just holding onto each otherıs cocks and balls. Well, I got
flustered and I sort of just got up, put my pants back on and left.
This episode played itself over many times in my mind until several
weeks later when Park was playing over at my house, in my basement. We
were playing a board game this time and he made a bet with me.
³Whoever loses has to do whatever the other guy wants,² he said.
³Like what?² I replied. ³I donıt want to spend any money.²
³Nah,² he assured me. ³Like a blow job.²
³Whatıs a blow job?² I asked.
³Youıll see,² he said. ³Deal?²
What the heck. I didnıt figure on losing and besides, even if I did, I
didnıt know what a blow job was, so how could I do one?
³Deal.² I said.
Well, we played the game and I did lose.
³Okay,² Park said. ³Loser pays up.²
³What? How can I do something that I donıt know what it is?²
³Remember when we were playing around a few weeks ago,² he questioned
me slyly?
His hand moved down to his crotch and he rubbed himself. I could see
the bulge in his pants begin to grow. At this point, I still knew
absolutely nothing about sex. Oh, I had heard a rumor that a man put his
pee pee into a woman and thatıs where babies came from, but the mechanics
and realities were totally bewildering to me. But, I could feel that
weird sensation again in my stomach as I watched Park rub himself.
³Watch,² he said and proceeded to take off his pants and underwear.
His youthful dick was already swollen and now that we werenıt under the
blanket, I could see that he was still hairless, like me and his hard dick
was less than 5 inches long However, unlike mine, his prick had a
foreskin, now stretched with his piss hole exposed and sticking out .
³This is called a boner,² he said. ³Go ahead and touch it.²
I shook my head ³no,² as he stroked it.
"Cımon, you were touching it before. Go ahead, just touch it, you'll
like it," he told me and when I didn't respond again, he grabbed my hand
and pulled it to his hard cock.
In spite of the grabby game of a few weeks ago, this was a brand new
sensation. His stiff member jerked in my hand as I felt him.
³Whatıs that thing around the top of your..... pee-pee,² I asked,
feeling embarrassed at my baby words, but not ready to say ³cock² or
³prick.²
³Thatıs part of my dick, stupid. Everybodyıs is shaped like that.²
³Not mine,² I said, still feeling very strange.
³Letıs see,² said Park and he came to me and started undoing my belt.
I was both excited and curious by this time, so I helped him take off my
pants, then I suddenly became shy again, standing there in my underwear,
my hard little dick sticking out, with Park looking on, his cock pulsing
at me. I felt queasy.
³Cımon,² said Park, ³Pull them down.²
I felt I had no choice. I lowered my underwear and that queer
sensation was traveling once more from my stomach to my hairless, jutting
penis. Park looked at my circumcised prick and said, ³Wow, something
happened to you. Iıve seen my botherıs and my fatherıs cocks and they both
look like mine. I wonder if yours works the same way?²
He reached out to touch it and said, ³Look, you do this thing called
jerking off. Lie down and let me show you.²
I let go of his cock and laid back on the basement couch. Then Park
grabbed my tool and started rubbing it up and down in his fist. This
touch was the strangest thing that I had ever felt in my life and it was
beginning to scare me.
³If youıre old enough,² said Park, showing off his worldly knowledge,
still stroking me, ³when it feels really, really good, this white stuff
comes out of your prick called jiz.²
Now he was really scaring me and I pulled his hand away.
³I donıt want to,² I said.
³OK,² said Park, ³but you have to give me my blow job.²
³How do I do that,² I asked.
³Sit up,² he said as he stood up.
I did and his prick was right in front of my face.
³Now, You should just put your mouth on it for a second.²
When he said this, I jerked and moved back.
³Cımon, ³ he wheedled. ³You promised.²
With that, he put his hands on either side of my head and started
pulling me toward him. I reluctantly let him until his pulsing dick was
right in front of my lips.
³Now, open your mouth and take it in,² he said as he began rubbing his
cock head across my lips. I moved my head back and forth, not sure I
wanted to do this, especially since his dick head was stranger than mine,
but he held my head in place with his hand saying ³Cımon, you promised.²
I opened my mouth a little and he slid his cock past my lips, forcing
them apart. The glans half covering his head rolled back as his cock
expanded into my mouth and I felt repelled by this strange texture.
³Oh yeah,² he said, ³this is great,² even as I opened my mouth wider to
try and avoid avoid touching any part of his greasy feeling cock.
But then he moved and because of the fact that I was not touching his
dick at all, he rammed all the way to back and into my throat. I gagged
and yanked my mouth off him.
³This is no fun,² I complained. ³I donı wanna.²
³Wait,² he demanded. ³You promised. Look, if you do it right, it
wonıt choke you. You just gotta put your lips around it. Now come on!²
With that he grabbed my head again and forced his excited dick into my
mouth once more. I was scared but, I had promised.
³Now clamp down with just your lips and Iıll slide it in and out.²
I wrapped my lips around his hard member as he began to move his hips a
little, wiggling while I was still trying to keep him from touching any
part of my mouth except my lips.
³Boy,² he said, stopping for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of my
mouth, ³This is nice.²
The fluttery sensations were wreaking havoc with my groin area and I
still didnıt know what to make of all this. I didnıt know if I was
feeling sick, or excited, or just weird. The only thing I did recognize
was that my heart was beating faster and I had that same kind of rush as I
did when I was running around outsidenaked. Then Park began pumping his
cock in and out of my mouth in earnest.
This feels so good Greg," he moaned. Each stroke seemed to go a little
deeper until he was hitting up against the back of my mouth again. But he
wasnıt jamming in my throat, so I just tried to apply more pressure with
my lips and squeezed his stiff member harder to hold him back. I found
that if I sucked on him, like a lollipop, I could control it better. But
then I had to use my tongue too, and I could feel his weird foreskin
sliding back and forth in my mouth as he pulled out to the edge of my lips
and back in again.
Then he cried, ³Oh, oh , oh,² and his pumping got faster. I was afraid
he was going to slam it down my throat again, so I grabbed the base of his
prick with both hands and squeezed. Then he moaned louder, ³Ahhhh,
ahhhhhhh, I'm cumming, I'm going to cum in your mouth."
The next thing I knew, he stopped and held my head as his prick began
spasming in my mouth.
³Ahhhhhhhhhh,² he cried and his whole body shuddered.
I sat there paralyzed, not knowing what to do as he seemed to go into
mild convulsions. I stared up at him, his cock still in my mouth, as he
looked down at me and closed his eyes as his body spasmed again.
I realized that I had unconsciously grabbed my prick and was squeezing
it hard, trying to stop the crazy sensations that were scaring me. I was
breathing as hard as I felt, when Parkıs cock begin to go limp in my
mouth. He pulled it out between my unresisting lips and stepped back. I
looked at his glistening, dripping cock and I panted, ³Is that jiz?²
³No, you retard, thatıs your spit. I donıt get jiz yet.² Seeing my
hand still clutching my still hard tool, he asked, ³You want me to finish
you off?²
³No,² I said as I quickly let go of my member and stood up. ³It feels
funny. I wanna stop now.²
³OK,² said Park amiably as he put on his underwear. ³We can do it some
other time.²
³I donıt know,² I temporized pulling up my underwear over my still
throbbing hard on, ³It feels funny,² I repeated.
My hard on seemed to last for hours after that. It actually hurt a
little bit and I was worried that I had damaged myself somehow. But after
I had finally become interested in something else, I noticed that it was
gone.
Park wanted to play ³bets² again about a week later, but I told him I
didnıt like it and he never brought it up again.
About a month or so after that experience, I managed to masturbate
myself to my first orgasm. I was also too young to have ³jiz,² but I was
absolutely astounded by the sensation. I jerked off every so often,
marveling that nobody had ever told me about this and actually wondering
if other people knew they could do this.... Then, I found my brotherıs
porn novels.
I had two older brothers and an older sister. My sister is nine years
older than I was, and she was already married. One brother is a year and
a half older than I am - Mark. And Jeff, my other brother was 6 years
older than I. Jeff was off at college and I didnıt see him much any
more. But he and his buddies had built a sort of recreation room /party
room in the basement they called the ³Dun,² sort of a combination of
dungeon and den. There were all sorts of couches and pillows and posters
and colored lights. Over the years we painted the walls weird (this was
the sixties) and just freaked it up in general. There was a little back
room in the Dun - that was where Park and I had played ³bets.²
One of the things that Mark and I would do a lot is search each otherıs
rooms and anyplace else we felt like in the big, six bedroom house that we
grew up in. We were always thinking up secret hiding places that nobody
(so we thought) else could find. Jeff was away at college, so all the
boxes that he had piled up in the Dun were fair game for searching. I
really hadnıt found anything of interest, but then again, I had never
searched to the bottom of the pile. I guess Jeff had been counting on
that, because thatıs where I found his collection of pornographic novels.
I spent the next several year getting a very hot education on sex. Sex
with women, sex with girls, sex with boys and girls with dogs, Dads and
Moms with their kids, adults with kids, women tied up and whipped in
dungeons, women getting fucked in the cunt, the mouth and the ass, kids
with kids, sons getting it in the ass from their Dads, brothers with
sisters, brothers and sisters with Dads and Moms and Aunts and Uncles and
horses and bananas and whatever. I was jerking off to the golden age of
the pornographic novel business. To this day, I have never seen such a
variety of sensual degradation. He must have had a hundred different
novels. By this time, I was 13 years of age, but I still wasnıt very
savvy on what the rest of the world was doing, and I never thought much
about how Jeff had gotten all of these dirty books. I just knew they
were mine now (As long as he didnıt find out and beat the shit out of
me).
In the autumn of 67, my brother Mark (who was then 15 years old) and I
were having an argument about me supposedly stealing his comic books.
Mark was about 6 feet tall at this point (he eventually reached 6ı4² )
weighed about 240 pounds. He could have been a linebacker. He had dark
hair, no glasses and was pretty good looking for a big fat guy. He had
begun to grow his hair longer (it almost touched his ears). Hey, it was
1967.
I had noticed ³my² comic books (which I had stole from him) missing
from one of my secret compartments and I went to his room and stole them
from his secret place and he had just found this out. Our parents werenıt
home, so we were free to have a heated argument about who stole what. The
subject went to ridiculing each otherıs secret hiding places and how easy
they were to find. Mark finally said, ³All right, Iıll make you a bet.
Iıll bet that I can hide this piece of paper in my room and you canıt find
it in fifteen minutes.²
³Thatıs a stupid bet,² I said. ³Iıll win. And if I do, I get to keep
the comic books.²
³Yeah, ³ said Mark. ³Well, if I win, you have to blow me!²
³Sure,² I said. ³Itıs a bet.²
The odd thing was, was that I really didnıt think about it. We were
both pissed at each other and I never figured that Iıd have to pay up
anyway. In spite of all of my pornographic reading fantasies, it simply
never crossed my mind that this was something my brother would take
seriously.
To make a long story short, especially the last few minutes when I
begged him for clues like ³hot² and ³cold,² I didnıt find the paper. (He
had hidden it inside his telephone.) Mark promptly pulled off his pants,
lay down on the bed and told me to pay up. I was in a panic.
His 6 inch cock was hard but only about 3 or 4 inches around.
However, it was curved almost like a boomerang. I stared at it without
moving. It looked really odd to me. He had a few dark, fine curly pubic
hairs, but they werenıt so thick and bushy as I (now vaguely) remembered
Eddieıs. But the curve was strange. My dick was straight when it got
hard. My brother interrupted my thoughts.
³Do it now,² he demanded. ³We made a bet. You want to be a welsher?²
I didnıt want him to tattle on me for not paying up on my bet (Hey, I
already told you that I was a fairly stupid adolescent. ³Like who was he
gonna tell,² never occurred to me.) so, I tentatively bent down and put my
mouth over the head of his dick.
³Go ahead,² he said, ³blow me.²
I had no idea of what to do( the thing with Park happened a thousand
years ago to me, and besides, he had done everything) so I started moving
my mouth up and down, my lips lightly touching the sides of his cock,
literally blowing hot air on his dick. I donıt know what this would have
achieved, but he began jerking the bottom of his prick as I blew on the
top. After about ten seconds of this, he yelled, ³Yeah!, Ahhhhhh!² and
lifted up his hips to thrust his dick farther into my mouth. At the same
time I clamped down with my lips to keep him from gagging me. His hips
shuddered and his cock started pulsing and I felt a sticky goo splash up
against the back of my throat. I inadvertently swallowed, but at the same
time, it kept on coming, filling up my mouth. In shock, I pulled my head
off to look, gagging and swallowing all at once and another shot of cum
hit me on the nose. I was absolutely amazed. Mark continued to fist his
dick, shuddering and pumping until his orgasm stopped.
I wiped the semen off my nose and looked at it while I swallowed the
last of salty residue, rubbing my tongue around my teeth to get out the
taste. This was cum. As in: ³IıM CUMMMMING, AS HIS HOT WAD SPLASHED ALL
OVER HER TITS AN FACE!² This was jiz, spunk, sperm, and it had come
from my brotherıs penis! I had been reading these fuck books for months
now and masturbating, but I hadnıt been producing any sperm! So, it never
occurred to me that my bother would! Even though I had been reading about
sperm by the gallon, I was completely taken aback.
By this time, my brother was embarrassed and his dick was starting to
get soft, so he looked at me and said, ³ You faggot. Youıre disgusting.
Go clean up.²
I quickly got up and went to the bathroom where I rinsed my mouth out
and cleaned my hands and face.
Sex and deeply personal issues were never discussed in our family, so
therefore neither my brother nor I ever talked about this incident. It
never came up again..... until it did.