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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. Itąs 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...
something like that (in Central Minnesota or nearby Wisconsin), - E-mail
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łJesus, Mark,˛ 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 Markąs 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.
łNo,˛ said Jeff, answering my question, his hand still on my throbbing
manhood with a grip of steel, łThey teach us discipline in the army.˛
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.
łThey teach respect˛ he said, still squeezing my rod, almost
painfully. łNow little brother, letąs see what kind of man you are.˛ He
loosened his grip.
łI want you to sit there. If you say stop, we stop and thatąs it,
understand?˛
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.
łNow,˛ he said, łLick my nipples.˛
łWhat?˛ 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.
łYou have to follow orders. Now do it.˛ 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, łYeah!˛
What was this, I wondered? As he let go, I pulled my face off his
chest. łI thought only woman...AHHHH!˛ I interrupted myself as he slapped
my cock again.
łYou donąt take orders very well, do you?, he said. ł You want to know
what this feels like?˛ He reached out and took each of my hairless boy
nipples between his fingers. Then he sharply twisted and pulled.
łHUHHHHHhhh!˛ 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.
łSuck on this, little brother,˛ 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.
łGod, you are nasty,˛ said my brother. He took his fingers from my
mouth and once more pushed me down to his phallus.
łLick me,˛ he said, grabbing the outside of both legs and lifting them
up in a V.
I tongued his engorged crown and pisshole.
łLower,˛ he ordered, sliding down on the bed slightly.
I licked down his pulsing shaft, tantalized by its hardness.
łLower,˛ he said again
I started trying to take his large balls into my mouth, my dick
inflamed with a throbbing lust.
łLower,˛ he demanded once more, sliding down the bed more and spreading
his powerful legs farther apart.
I was staring at his puckered asshole. I didnąt want to go this far.
But I was enslaved to my brotherąs 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.
łThatąs right, he sighed. łLick it good, little brother.˛ He pushed
his butt into my face, my nose buried beneath his balls.
łOhhh God,˛ 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 couldnąt stop.
There was a knock on the door from Jeffąs 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, łWait a sec,˛ and grabbed a towel
from the bathroom. He said łCome in,˛ 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 brotherąs
ass still in my mouth.
My heart was pounding and I was stunned when I saw Jeff smile and say,
łGo ahead and clean up. When youąre done, you can come in here.˛
He didnąt even have the towel wrapped around him, for Godąs 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.
łJeff,˛ I whispered, łThis is nuts! She could just walk in here.˛
łThatąs right,˛ he said, pressing me against the wall with his body,
his stiff manhood pressing into mine. łBut you donąt seem too worried.˛
He reached down and squeezed my cock painfully.
łUhhh,˛ I moaned into his chest.
łShhhhh,˛ he said letting me go and turning me around. He grabbed my
arms, pulled them behind my back and clicked the handcuffs back on.
łJeffff,˛ I whispered savagely, łI....˛
łShhh,˛ he said admonishing me, putting my hand over my mouth as turned
me back toward him. łBe quiet.˛
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 Jeffąs books, it was the
women who were getting their tits tied up and their clitorises tortured.
łAre you all right?˛ 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.
łGood,˛ he said smiling, and slapped my face with his dick. łNow suck me.˛
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.
łShhh,˛ he said, driving forward and pulling my mouth onto his cock,
ramming it into me. łWe donąt want to wake the neighbors.˛
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
brotherąs sick fantasies.
My breathing was labored and tremors were racing through my sensually
overloaded body.
My tongue and lips worked and I sucked on Jeffąs 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, łGood job, brąer.˛
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 łIąll see you later.˛ 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 Jeffąs 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 Jeffąs room , closing the door behind
her.
Mark was diffident about the whole thing and showed no interest in
repeating our little escapade. I couldnąt 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 łblew˛ 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 didnąt
initiate anything further. I suspect he was a little worried about what
he had łdone˛ 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 łsafe,˛ (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 teacherąs 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 teamąs 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 didnąt 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 wasnąt 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 heąd be there to check it.
I was down to my jockstrap when he yelled, łMoran! Front and Center!˛
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, łIs this what you call clean!!?˛ pointing to the towels and
clothes still littering the row. łYou are worthless! Bend over and grab
your ankles!˛
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, heąd 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 didnąt 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.
łAAAAHH!˛ I cried, involuntarily. That really hurt. I could feel my
ass begin to flame and he did it again!
SMACK!
łSTOP!˛ I cried, starting to really cry. This was not fair. Nobody
ever got hit more than once on their bare ass.
łAll right,˛ he said. łDonąt move.˛
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, heąd 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 didnąt 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.
łStand still,˛ Coach Doyle ordered as poured cold ice water over my
upturned butt!
łAHHHH!˛ I cried again, startled at this new sensation. I
spontaneously moved and stood up as the freezing water shocked my hot ass.
łWrong,˛ said Doyle, putting the pitcher down and smacking my ass
again, this time with his bare hand. łI told you not to move.˛
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.
łYou know, Moran,˛ said Doyle in my ear, łif youąd get serious about
the game, you wouldnąt have these problems. I hope youąll straighten up.˛
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. Heąll 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.
łAll right, Moran,˛ he said, looking me in the eye, łI want you to
finish cleaning up this row and go....˛ He stopped. He had glanced down
and was now looking directly at my crotch. Jesus, No!
łYou like this, do you?˛ he said sneeringly, seeing my erection filling
my supporter. łThis turns you on?! You are a sick kid. Take off that
jockstrap!˛
Humiliated, I did what he said to do. I always tended to do what I was
told when I was łcaught˛ 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.
łYou are a pervert,˛ he said, grabbing my prick, squeezing it, and
pushing it down towards the floor. łI canąt believe this excites you!˛
łOhh,˛ 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.
łGet down on the floor,˛ said the coach, letting go of my cock.
łWhat?˛ I said, disbelievingly.
łDown on all fours, Now,˛ he ordered, reaching around and giving me
another smack on the side of my burning ass.
I scrambled to obey and kneeled before him.
łNow lick up that mess you made,˛ he said pointing to the water and ice
he had spilled over my ass onto the floor.
łCoach...˛ I said, a tremolo in my voice, not quite believing this.
He leaned down and pushed my head to the floor. łLick - It - Up,˛
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.
łNot bad,˛ 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. łYou like that donąt you?˛
he said, łYouąre a regular faggot, arenąt you? Turn around!˛
I turned around on my hands and knees.
łSit up,˛ he said.
I sat up on my knees, my head at the level of his crotch.
łTake it out, faggot˛ the coach directed.
He didnąt say łwhat,˛ 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, ł I
said take it out!˛
Understanding that he might really hurt me if I didnąt do as he said, I
pulled down his sweatpants and let his manhood free. It didnąt register
until later that he was hairless. His whole pubic area was shaved. He
was hard and ready. He had thick, circumcised penis, about 6˛ long, the
same shape as Jeffąs.
łSuck it,˛ 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, łPut your clothes on and get out of here.˛
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..)
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