Message-ID: <20363eli$9903060424@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: im_sub@hotmail.com (I.M. Strange) Subject: My Sex Life#21; (True,mm,teenage,oral,ws,dom) 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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: 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. It¹s been spiced up with added details to hold the interest of the reader, but the vignettes as portrayed actually happened. *If you would like to comment on; reply to; or....exchange ideas....indulge in fantasy.... something like that (in Central Minnesota or nearby Wisconsin), - E-mail me at: im_sub@hotmail.com. I am interested in feedback. The next day was Sunday and I was awakened up by my massive piss hard on. I stumbled out of bed and threw on my underwear, not wanting to be so adventurous in the daytime. I opened the doorway and looked out into the hallway. ³Greg,² I heard Mr. Sanders voice from downstairs. ³Finally up, are you. Hold it right there for a second.² Oh no, I thought as I heard him come up the stairs, I¹ve really got to pee. ³There you are,² he said spying me in the doorway; he was still in his bathrobe. ³Underwear? Don¹t worry about that, Eleanor is at church and shouldn¹t be back for awhile.² ³Uhh, Mr Sanders,² I demurred, ³I really have to pee.² ³Wonderful, my gorgeous boy, let¹s go into the bathroom.² Oh no, now what. I can¹t do this, I thought. Shit. I just woke up. I was slightly hung over. I really had to piss. But I let him prod me to the bathroom. ³Uhh, look,² I started to say; my mouth tasted like leftover cum - I could still imagine it clogging my throat. ³Be a good boy,² he said as he pushed me toward the toilet. ³Sit down.² Ohh, not again, I thought. ³I can¹t, please, I just....² He cut me off. ³You need take a pisser. It¹s Okay. Sit down.² Once more I sat on the open toilet seat. He stood beside me, one hand on my crotch, one hand on my shoulder. He pulled the front of my underwear over my blood filled cock. ³All right son, go ahead.² His hand pressed my pissfull hard on against my belly. Damn. What was he going to do? Drink my pee? Make me piss on myself? But I had to piss bad and he had this eccentric authority over me. Like this was what we do in his house.... Fuck it. I tried to relax my bladder and let the piss rise through my stiff member. I relaxed, concentrating, closing my eyes and opening my mouth. Just as I felt the piss ready to gush out, Mr. Sanders put a hand to the back of my head and tilted my face and body over, downwards towards my cock. ³Open up,² he said as my piss shot out and he directed my cock toward my face. I closed my eyes and mouth in disbelief as my hot urine splashed off my nose ³Open your mouth boy!² he commanded as he bent me farther over, pulling me towards my fountaining cock. I obeyed - in weakness; in astonishment; in forbidden eroticism; just wanting to find out what the fuck it tasted like; or just plain cowardice. Whatever it was, I obeyed and peed into my face, into my own mouth. The sour, stale liquor piss splashed off of my teeth and tongue, spraying into my throat, soaking my thin beard and splashing off of my face, onto my hairy chest and belly and dripping on the floor between my legs. I let it fly. The whole sensation was one of surrender to an orgasm that covered my body. My prick spewed forth its warm liquid, covering me in an obscene, pornographic surge. ³Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh,² I helplessly moaned as the hot fluid sprayed into my face and hair. I could have cut off my flow, but I didn¹t. Again I was caught by my own desire and I became captive to this humiliating domination. I kept on peeing and peeing, Mr. Sanders directing my spouting cock up against my belly, soaking my entire torso with urine. By the time I was reduced to a dribble of piss, I was panting with the degrading sexuality of it all and my prick was stiffening with a new intoxicated perversity. ³Ohhh,² said Mr. Sanders, releasing my prick and standing up. ³That was nice, wasn¹t it? You are such an obedient son. Now its daddy¹s turn.² He shucked off his bathrobe and stood naked before me, his beefy cock only slightly hard, thick between his legs. I stared at it, enthralled as he held it in his hand, drew back the foreskin to expose his cockhead and pointed it towards my face. ³Open up.² he said smiling. ³I¹ve had to save this all morning.² My mouth hung dumbly open as stepped up and put the tip of his cock between my lips. Then he let fly a stream of hot piss directly into my waiting oral cavity. I jerked backwards in disbelief, but in the strange kinkiness of actually sitting there and getting pissed on - I let him do it. I didn¹t close my lips. His scalding urine filled my mouth and gushed out the sides, splashing onto my chest and arms. I was insane. ³Drink up son, ³ he directed. I closed my mouth, his yellow waste splashing over my lips, saturating my face and hair as I swallowed. Fuck, I thought, as I felt the harsh fluid in my digestive system, I¹ve lost my fucking mind. Everything was on fire as he moved his stream down my body, peeing on my hard on, soaking my underwear. I was trembling with an incredible debased raunchiness. I looked up at him in wonder, astonished that he could do this to me. I was his willing toilet and somewhere in my mind, that idea was totally disgusting. But right then, I was so turned on by it all. ³Now, you¹re all pissed son,² he said, almost laughing, his powerful flow reduced to a trickle. ³Clean up this last little drop.² He put his wet cockhead to my mouth and I licked clean the piss slit, starting to play with his foreskin with my lips. I was on a trip, out of my body. This wasn¹t me. But I was so turned on that I was panting in lust. I mouthed his soft cock, taking more of it in between my lips. God, I was hot. ³We¹ll have to get rid of some of that hair,² he said, pulling his cock from my mouth and turning around to rummage in the medicine cabinet. ³Don¹t move now.² He pulled out some barber¹s scissors and said, ³Let¹s get rid of that beard.² ³Fuck.² I said in astonishment. He pulled on my beard and snipped off a piece. He looked me in the eyes as he did this. My universe started shrinking and he began to appear like a father figure to me. I was entrapped in a forbidden intertwining of my pulsing cock; my submissive degradation; and a sick desire to please.... daddy? It was an erotic spell of surrender. Even my prize symbol of hippiedom was fair game in this bizarre house. It was turning me on even more to have him cut off my beard, his soft, thick cock dangling in front of my face. He was in total sexual control and I simply went with the flow. Amazing. It was a good thing that he was only nuts and not insane. Being older and wiser now, I would have been terrified and stopped him (I think) today. I mean there was some crazoid old lecher who was reveling in my young naked bod, waving scissors around at my throat. And then at my balls. I might have even stopped him then, but he paused and said, ³Son, this could take a little bit, and I want you to relax, so I¹m going to get you a treat.² With that he left and went into his bedroom. I thought about getting up and halting this insanity, but I was soaked with our piss, I was still drowning in submission. And, in some strange fashion, I figured it couldn¹t get any worse. He came back with a lighter and a joint. A joint! I laughed. He gave them to me saying, ³I want you to be happy now while I make you even more lovely than you already are...² Damn. I stared at him. I was sitting there soaked with our piss; he was naked; he wanted to cut off my fucking hair.... My internal eternal hippie, who was a slave to all things sensual, asserted itself. I lit up the joint and he picked up the scissors. Yep, he cut my whole beard off and then shaved me with an electric razor. All the time I was getting high and he was murmuring about what a sweet boy I was and how I was going to make love to him. And the fact was, that he wasn¹t just playing as he told me over and over again how great looking I was. He really meant it. His own cock grew as he shaved my face clean and started working on my chest hair. And getting shaved turned me on. It was an incredible sensual high. Someone else¹s hands manipulating my skin, controlling me in ways that no one had ever done before. I got hotter and hotter. After shaving my belly, he removed my piss soaked underwear and started on my pubic hair. I got harder and higher as I submitted to him. The feeling was out of this world. I had always been particularly horny in the mornings, usually masturbating after I took my morning piss. Now, he was prolonging my sexual high, getting me high, extending it into some other weird place where I was luxuriating in his attentions whin a sensual overload. He did all of my pubic hair, squeezing my throbbing erection as he moved it this way and that, stretching my balls to shave the hairs off of my nut sacks. All it would have taken was some good hard squeezes with his hand and I would have erupted, flinging my spunk all over everything. ³Now, get up and turn around,² he said. I stood up and turned my ass to him. ³Bend over, my boy,² said Mr. Sanders. I bent over, opening up my asshole to him, my forehead resting on the toilet seat. He first washed the crack of my ass, rubbing the rough washcloth across my sensitive anus; then he shaved my ass. ³OooHhhhh,² I moaned at this unbelievable stimulation, my cock bobbing underneath me, leaking its pre cum fluid. ³My boy, my boy,² he exulted, rubbing my naked asshole, while I moaned and shook ³you look fantastic. Sit down again.² His cock was now hard. And it was fuckin immense. It was probably 6 inches around and 8 inches long. The man was well endowed. It looked awesome. I watched his hard prick as he went back to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a small bottle. He splashed some liquid in his hands and applied it to my naked pubic area. ³AHH, Jesus!² I cried, my eyes snapping wide open. I gasped as he laughed. He had applied an astringent aftershave. ³All right,² he said, ³you look good for now. Let¹s buff you up.² ³What?² I queried. I was very stoned now, as he pulled me to my feet. I was Stoned and living in an unreal fantasy. ³Like a good son,² he quipped, ³you¹ve got to look good.² He pulled me into the hallway and then pushed me in front of him, slapping me on my ass. ³Downstairs.² he commanded. What the hell. I walked downstairs, rubbing my smooth, naked genitals, the aftershave still stinging, surrounding my tingling manhood with fire. ³I can¹t believe how lucky I was to pick you up,² he continued to gush as we walked downstairs. ³You are so beautiful.² He directed me to the kitchen where he opened a cabinet and took out a bottle of cooking oil. ³Let¹s go into the garage.² he said. I had lost my mind by now. This guy was doing things and taking chances that I would never dream of. I figured it was possible for his wife to pop in at any moment, he had been shaving me for 15 minutes to a half hour. We were both stark naked, sporting hard cocks. Did church last that long? Was any of this really happening? I opened the door to his garage. ³Hey man, your garage door is open,² I noted stupidly . It was a warm, sunny spring day and I could hear the sounds of cars and people outside. He smacked my ass again, propelling me down the steps to the cold garage floor. ³Don¹t worry about it, son. It¹s my damn house,² he said with a touch of asperity. But he was still smiling when he joined me. ³See, nobody¹s out there baby,² he nodded toward the open garage door. He was right, and hell, it was his house and he could make the damn rules. A small corner of my mind was worried a little that he was being as outlandish as I might have been in my own house. This old guy was standing in practically broad daylight, naked, with a kid that he picked up hitchhiking. Was he really nuts? And he was really into the son and boy thing. But I was stoned. I was high. I was turned on. I was so damned overwhelmed at the incredible sensual rush of my nude and hairless body that I couldn¹t give a fuck. He started spreading the oil over my freshly shaved body, kneading my naked chest and nipples, rising up to caress my face, letting the oil drip down over my cock onto the garage floor. He kissed me again as he liberally applied oil to my belly and then my cock and balls, slicking them up, squeezing and letting them slide through his fingers. The sensations were incredible and I no longer cared who was watching or if he were all there. I started moaning at his attentions. He kissed me again as he joined our slippery cocks together with his hand, rubbing against me. I caressed his back in genuine passion, pulling him to me and he shoved his 8 inch monster under my balls and between my legs. I squeezed my thighs, letting him fuck my slick flesh; his mouth devouring mine. He pulled back as I started to totally lose any inhibitions at the total insane erotica of all this. Then, he slid his hand between my legs, opening my asscheeks and sliding up my crack to my asshole. ³OHhhhhhh,² I moaned, squatting and allowing him access while he massaged my tight asshole with his oily finger. Then, without any preliminary, he shoved his middle finger up my ass, the slick fluid letting it slide up through my anal ring. ³UHhhhhh, shit,² I jumped and fell against him, hanging onto his naked flesh. ³Oh my baby, you¹ve got such a pretty ass too,² he remarked, jabbing his finger farther into me, penetrating my asshole firmly for the first time in over a year. ³Ohh, noooo, please,² I groaned at this unexpected assault, but I was so hot. He stilled his hand, pouring more oil onto my cock and balls, letting it flow down onto his arm and pool into the hand worming its way into my ass. It also flowed down the inside of my thighs onto the growing pool of oil soaking my feet on the floor. He withdrew his finger from my ass and coated my whole asscrack with oil, pushing again at my tender anus, opening me and reinserting his finger, making me groan again. He wiggled his finger back and forth in my shithole. ³Please,² I begged, my breath caught in my throat, ³I can¹t.....² I was lying and my body betrayed me and I opened my legs and sunk slightly lower onto to his probing finger, holding onto him, shuddering in disbelief at my aroused debauchery. I looked into his eyes, trying to beseech him not to go further, not understanding what was happening. He was using and controlling me in ways that were beyond my comprehension. Sensual craving filled my slippery naked form. His invading finger in my ass felt like it was pushing up through my belly, electrifying my yearning prick.... I was lost..... ³Ohhhhh,² I whimpered, and started moving my ass, riding his finger up and down, reveling in the stoned sensuality. ³Ohh, yes, baby,² he told me happily. ³You like that don¹t you. You like daddy¹s finger up your pretty, pretty ass..... Don¹t you?....² ³Yesss,² I whispered softly, ashamed at my acquiescence, afraid that he was going to fuck me, but unable to resist. ³Mmmmm, mmm² he shoved his finger up my shitter as far as it would go and then he pinched the flesh between my asshole and cock and pulled, licking my face. ³AAAHHH,² I cried out at the sudden exotic pain. He pulled his finger out of my asshole and grabbed my face with his other hand, squeezing my cheeks, pulling my jaw open. He looked at me sternly and said, ³Son, you need to please your daddy. Clean up your mess now.² He put his shitty finger in my open mouth, releasing my jaw, closing my lips around it. I shook. That was disgusting. I couldn¹t...... But I did. I licked my oily shitstain off of his middle finger, understanding now that we were both a little nuts. I was too far gone to really taste my own shit as I tried to lap up all of the vegetable oil. I licked his finger clean and started lapping at his whole hand while he played with my mouth and my teeth and my face. I was drowning in erotic submission and my cock felt huge and bloated. I would do anything to please this man. I reached down and found his manhood, my hand sliding over it¹s oily surface, cherishing its hardness while I licked his hand. I could feel him throb as I caressed my daddy¹s cock, wanting to please him, wanting him to fuck me, wanting to feel his sperm in my throat again. ³No,² he said, grabbing my slippery arm on his cock. ³Time to go back inside now.² He moved his hand from my mouth and turned from my grasp. He walked up the steps back into the kitchen. ³Don¹t forget to wipe your feet.² I was stupefied. I was hot. I followed him inside, wiping my oily feet on the doormat. ³Here, put this on,² he said, grabbing a very small apron off a door hook. It was a little flowery, white frilly thing, like a French maid¹s apron, only good for covering the waist and a little bit of a person¹s belly. He tied it around my middle, but my throbbing hard on made it look ridiculous, the front panel pushed out, lying on top of my meat. ³Oh, baby,² he said, ³You look great.² Now go clean up the mess you made in the bathroom.² He reached out and slid his hands down my naked chest, grabbing an oil slicked nipple between each thumb and forefinger and twisting. ³Unngghh,² I groaned at this injury, wanting to fall against him, wanting to feel him, wanting to do whatever he wanted. ³Go ahead, boy² he released my abused nipples, ³clean up the mess.² I turned around and he again smacked me on my oil slicked ass. I headed upstairs. He followed me and when I got to the bathroom, I turned around and looked at him questioning. I didn¹t know what he wanted me to do. ³I¹m going to get dressed.² he said. ³Go ahead.² ³Uhh, what....?² I inquired. I really didn¹t understand in the otherworldly condition I was in. ³Son,² he said in exasperation. ³Get down on the floor.² I complied, getting on my hands and knees. ³Now start licking everything clean. Start with the toilet.² He walked down the hall into his bedroom. I teetered there for an eternity. I could obey him or not. I could submit or not. I could perform this disgusting, disease ridden, depraved act when there was no one there to make me or I could start using toilet paper and towels to mop up our drying piss that covered everything. Or I could just run. I paused. My hairless, oiled, stoned, naked body was still throbbing with submission. I started licking the toilet. I licked the toilet seat clean and then rinsed my mouth out with water. I splashed water on the toilet bowel and I licked that down. Again I went to the sink. By the time I had splashed water on the floor and was licking up puddles of pee mixed with water, Mr. Sanders had come out of the bedroom. He was again dressed as the consummate businessman. He had on immaculate, expensive casual clothes, replete with a sports coat. ³Very good son,² he complimented me. ³I want you to move that pretty ass of yours over here.² I complied and backed my ass toward the door. I felt like an asshole now. I was butt naked, licking up this guy¹s bathroom floor while he was dressed and apparently finished with me, but I was still hard and I was still hairlessly nude. He affectionately caressed my ass, sliding his hand around to my asshole again. ³Stand up,² he commanded, pulling on my asscheeks. I got on my feet and started to straighten up, but he stopped me saying, ³No, just your beautiful asshole. Keep your pretty head down there.² I hung over, touching the floor, while he fondled the soft globes of my ass, rubbing the remaining slick oil over my asshole, tapping it, probing it, squeezing my asscheeks, until he again started insinuating his finger into the oily anal ring. I was helplessly befuddled as he twisted his finger inside me again, penetrating my anus. I softly moaned as he pressed down inside my ass, massaging my prostate. Why was he doing this? If was getting ready to fuck me, why was he dressed? He pulled his finger from my ass one more time and told me to get down on all fours. ³Turn around and clean me off,² he demanded. This time, I saw his stained finger and I balked. ³I can¹t,² I said, pleading, imploring him, ³I¹ll, I¹ll get sick.² I looked up at him, beseeching him, still on my hands and knees, shaking at the thought of licking my own shit. ³Oh, all right son, you shouldn¹t have to do anything you don¹t want to,² he said, walking into the bathroom and turning on the water in the sink. ³What are you waiting for?² he asked as he started washing his hands. ³Finish your chores.² I started frantically licking at the floor, pathetically grateful that he hadn¹t made me eat shit. I was so mind fucked now that I wanted to please him in any way that I could. I was horny to be his good boy. ³Now, dry my hands, son,² he requested holding his hands down toward my face. I got up on my knees, my heart again racing at my utter degradation and I licked his proffered fingers, sucking on them, trying to remove all the traces of water and oil and shit. ³Ooooo,² he said, taking my face between his hands and squeezing, ³you¹re such a good boy. As soon as you¹re done, we can go. You need to get back to school.² He walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to my room and then downstairs. I continued cleaning the floor with my tongue, anxious to please, until I had got it all clean. Then, hoping that he wouldn¹t suddenly come upstairs, I took a crap. I had to take a dump and I wanted to be sure that my asshole was at least reasonably clean if Mr. Sanders should take it into his obsessed head to have me eat shit again. I was really trapped into the servile mind set of fucking pleasing him. While I was cleaning out my asshole, trying to remove all traces of any fecal matter, I heard Mrs. Sanders come in from church. Oh. Real shit. I quickly closed the bathroom door. I was in a panic. Stoned, shaved naked, with her frilly little apron around my still stiff cock. Shit. Shit. What to do? I rinsed my mouth out and thought about it. Then I started calming down. Damn. All I had to do was to go to the guest room, close the door and get dressed. Boy, I was really stoned. Then there was a knock on the bathroom door. ³Um. Hello?² I queried. ³Son, open up this door,² said Mr. Sanders. I opened the door. ³I heard your wife come home,² I whispered, ³I didn¹t....² ³You do what I tell you to do or you¹re going to get a spanking,² he replied, cutting me off. ³Now leave this door open until you¹re done, then come on down and get in the car.² ³Uhh....² I stammered, bewildered, still wanting to please him. ³Your, your wife..... my clothes...² ³If your momma sees you,² he retorted, ³I¹ll tan your hide. Your clothes are in the car. Give me that apron and finish.² My heart was beating a mile a minute as I unfastened the frilly apron, now wet with my flow of pre cum, from around my waist. I handed it to him and stood there naked, dumbstruck. I could feel a heated ache in my balls. My stiff cock jerked at this new weirdness. He smiled at me, ³Don¹t let her see you, Gregg.² He turned and walked back down the stairs, pausing to throw the apron down the dirty clothes chute. I looked around the bathroom. Damn. I didn¹t know what to do. I half heartedly started licking the sink with my tongue, but although I was still ingratiatingly dominated, I was also scared. My clothes were in the car? What was the story with Mrs. Sanders? This was really nuts. I couldn¹t think. I was incredibly hard. I was totally manipulated by Mr. Sanders demands. And, I was really, really stoned. I had to look in the guest room I couldn¹t concentrate on any more bizarre cleaning now. I crept down the hallway and looked into the room where I had slept. My clothes and backpack were gone. I stood there in the hallway where I could hear the two of them downstairs in the kitchen, talking, and absently fondled my ever hard penis. I traced a path wonderingly over my hairless pubes up to my chest, and then my face. I put my hands between my legs and felt my naked asshole. I was fascinated and bemused by my smooth shearing. My own skin felt electric to my touch. I stood there running my hands over my body, enjoying the carnal sensations. ³I¹m going to change dear,² I heard Mrs. Sanders say as she walked towards the stairs. I was still fondling myself as she started walking up the stairs when a tiny little voice pulled me out of my stoned rapture and I silently turned and went back into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----