Message-ID: <20364eli$9903060424@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: im_sub@hotmail.com (I.M. Strange) Subject: My Sex Life#22; (True,mm,teenage,oral,dom,exhib) 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. Fuck it. It probably was not a good plan to try and explain myself to her. She walked by the bathroom and into her bedroom. I opened the door and peeked out. I don¹t know if she had closed her door or not, but I knew that this was my chance to escape. I zipped out of the bathroom and down the stairs, making as little noise as possible. Mr. Sanders was waiting for me by the kitchen garage door. He smiled at me again when he saw my hairless, naked body and that my prick was still hard. He let me out back into the garage. ³Go ahead and get into the car, my boy,² he said. I opened the passenger side door and saw that he had put a towel for me to sit on so that my oily, pissed body wouldn¹t stain his upholstery. My clothes and backpack were nowhere to be seen. I got in, still naked, and closed the door, my heart racing. This was the most peculiar sexual experience I had ever had and I worried a little over when it would all end. ³Uh, Mr Sanders,² I said as he got in the car, ³uh, my clothes....?² ³Everything¹s in the trunk, Gregg,² he replied. ³You don¹t think we¹d send you away to school without any clothes do you?² He smiled at me as he started the car and began backing out of the garage. Again, my heart was pounding, but this time from fear. I had allowed this strange old man to use me in whatever way pleased him and now he was driving away with me naked in his front seat! What was he going to do next? ³You know son,² said Mr. Sanders, ³I know you didn¹t get much sleep last night, so why don¹t you lay your head in my lap while I drive you to school.² He opened his pants, unzipped them, and pulled down both his slacks and his underwear to expose his limp, but still formidable looking penis. Oh Jesus help me.... My own erection was still throbbing hard. But imagined my sore throat from the last time he shoved his big honker down it. Damn. I¹m butt naked. He¹s not. He¹s driving me to school and has my clothes locked up. And he wants me to suck him. But I was still stoned out of my mind. And being his boy toy still made me hot. I bowed to the inevitable and put my face in his lap. I took his soft meat into my mouth and began massaging it with my hands. I licked and sucked for 10 minutes or so, with Mr. Sanders complimenting his beautiful naked boy, but he still didn¹t get hard. We were on a main highway by now and he told me to get up and turn around; get on all fours on the seat so that he could play with my ass. That was okay by me as I was really starting to feel like a total pervert, sucking this deviant¹s old cock; my mouth was getting tired. I turned around, put my ass in the air and my head on the seat. He lovingly traced his fingers up and down my asscrack, pushing at my puckered anus, but not penetrating. The oil had all been absorbed into my skin by now, but it had left my flesh soft and silky. Mr. Sanders took some saliva and wet my asshole, spreading it around. He did this several times until I could feel the wetness sliding down the crack of my ass. My cock was aching from all this attention and it hung dripping in front of my balls between my spread legs. ³Oh, my boy, you have the beautiful butt in the world,² cooed Mr. Sanders and he slowly pushed his finger into my asshole again. ³Nhghhh,² I grunted at the mild pain and tried to open up my ass for him. My stiff cock was pulsing from his methodical, deliberate invasion. ³Uhhhhh,² I gasped as he pushed past my anus, inserting his finger deeper. He pushed farther and farther, wiggling his finger, creating flashes of sensuality that shot into my cock and balls. I groaned as he probed deeper and deeper, the car speeding down the highway, my asshole a captive to his lust. ³Yes,² he murmured, as he shoved his finger in to the hilt, penetrating my boy¹s fuck hole to the max, ³that¹s nice. Now move that pretty butt for me.² ³Ohhhhhh² I groaned as I started to move my buns around, wriggling and fucking his finger embedded deep within. My erection was steel hard and again I wanted to be under his strange control as he sodomized me. Even as I had fearful thoughts of him stopping the car and fucking me with that huge cock of his, I was also fantasizing that that was just what he was going to do. I was still stoned out of my mind and still caught in an erotic spell. His finger pumped in and out of my asshole, fucking my most dirty place. I moaned and writhed with wanton submission. He kept fucking me with his finger for another ten minutes or so, until I totally lost my mind. All that existed was his finger in my ass, fucking me. All I wanted to do was whatever he wanted me to do. He kept on saying how much I liked daddy¹s finger up my ass and I kept on moaning ³Yess, yesss, yessss,² He finally released my asshole and told me to turn around again. I slavishly complied, feeling like a dog in heat as I circled my body around on the seat. The first thing he proffered to me was the finger that had been fucking me. Thank god I had cleaned myself up. Other than the smell, the finger was clean. I licked and sucked the extended finger, cleaning off the chalky taste of my ass, while he played with my mouth, rubbing his fingers over my gums and lips. He caressed my face up to my hair where he once more grabbed my long locks and pulled me to his crotch. His erection, while not total, was now impressive as I put my mouth over his foreskin. He pushed my head down on his fat member, his fingers entwined in my hair, controlling my mouth - now jamming his substantial length into my throat, now pulling me off. Because he was not blood poundingly hard, his cock head mashed into my throat without the choking effect. I caressed his balls, the base of his thick shaft, trying to elongate his manhood, stupidly, because I had already had his prodigious meat bruising my throat, but I was still turned on, writhing on the car seat, my naked body over sensitized and hot. He eventually released his hold on my hair and let me suck him at my own pace. Then he put his hand on my head and told me to relax. ³Just keep me in your pretty mouth, Gregg,² he said, as he stroked my hair. I stopped trying to get him off and I gently sucked on his penis. He softened as I let his manhood lie on my tongue. He showed no interest in having me get up, so I just lay there on his naked lap, his half soft prick in my mouth, his hand softly stroking my hair and face. My ardor cooled and I half dozed as we sped along the road this way, an obedient son lying in his daddy¹s lap; his daddy¹s cock relaxing in his mouth. He shook me back into wakefulness as we got to Dunwoody. Shit again. I was still naked and shaved and here we were driving into campus. ³Uh,² I said in trepidation, not knowing what his reaction would be, ³shouldn¹t I get some clothes on.² ³Just tell me the directions, son² he said cheerfully, pulling up his underwear and pants³ we¹ll get you to your room.² Fuck me. Keeping low in the seat, I gave him directions and we pulled up in front of my dorm. He stopped the car, got out and went around to the trunk, opened it and pulled out my backpack. He closed the trunk and starting walking towards the front door, carrying my backpack. Shit no..... This fucker was really crazy. There were people out there. I was naked. I was abruptly no longer caught up in his game and I wanted to get out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I couldn¹t just shout out to him. Once more my heart started pounding in fear. This was not good. When he got to the door, he opened the top of my backpack and partially pulled out the pair of pants I had been wearing. He sifted through them and came up with my keys. Still smiling, he looked back at me as if to ask if he had gotten the right ones and he started trying them in the door lock. He opened the door and went inside. In a flash a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. Parked car in unloading zone. Campus police checking it out. People I might know walking by. Fuck. Whether due to insanity or overindulgence, my prick was still hard. Oh Damn. I quickly wrapped the towel from the seat around me, opened the car door and dashed towards the front door. I probably got a few curious glances from the passerby¹s, but I was too damned scared to notice. Mr. Sanders opened the door for me. ³Fuck man,² I started in furiously, ³you are fucking crazy. This is my college. I live here. This isn¹t some fantasy game. I have to.... ³Gregg!² he cut me off sternly. ³That¹s no way to talk.² He put his hand on the towel between my legs, grasping my cock and balls in a firm grip. He squeezed my hard on through the towel and said, ³I want to see your room.² ³Ohhh,² I moaned, falling against the glass of the front door. There was no one at the door way with us, but this was still madness. I couldn¹t afford to be his slut boy in my own dorm; in this ultra-conservative preppy college. But my naked body, my exhibitionist fantasies and my hard, unfulfilled prick all had their own agenda. Mr. Sanders pulled the towel from around my waist, exposing my erection and started walking down the hallway. ³Come on,² he said over his shoulder, ³show me your room.² ³Oh Jesus, Mr. Sanders, please, you can¹t...² I had to run after his retreating back. Fuck!!! I still had a fucking erection like a horse. We had to go through the lobby to get to my room . My head was spinning and I was freaking. It wasn¹t so much that I was naked. This was the year that streaking became popular. It¹s that I was shaved, hairless and naked. And very hard! How the fuck was I going to explain that? ³Please,² I begged him, sort of dancing around him as he walked, trying to look in every direction, ³I can¹t be seen like this.² ³Then, let¹s get to your room right away.² he said compliantly. I stopped. I submitted to the sheer absurdity of the situation. I was gonna go streaking. ³My room¹s this way,² I indicated down an intersection. And then, I took off running. Fuck it. I always wanted to streak. I ran down the hallway and into the lounge area. Fuck it, it was just me, the hippie freak streakin¹ man. The few students in the lobby, boys and girls, looked at me in disbelief as I ran through it. Then I was through into the next hallway and I heard a couple of cheers, but nobody called out my name. I ran down the hallway, around the corner and waited in front of my door, breathing hard, for Mr. Sanders to catch up. Before he got there, a couple of people had followed me and poked their heads around the corner. ³Moran?² questioned one of them. Their puzzlement was that I was missing my beard, my chest hair and my pubic hair, which made my cock, which had softened fractionally so that it was merely at half mast instead of sticking straight out, look bigger. And, that my normally long, curly, fluffy red hair was all matted and skanky. Plus the fact that my skin shone slightly from the oil. ³Don¹t know him,² I said genially. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. I was beyond caring. Fuck it if they can¹t take a joke. I just stared back at them and waited for Mr. Sanders, hoping he was following me. ³All right people,² I heard his voice from around the corner, ³don¹t embarrass the boy anymore than he already is...² He walked through the students down the hall towards me and said, ³Gregg, I can¹t believe this crazy stunt. What would your daddy say?² Oh god, I prayed. Please don¹t let him go off now. Please just let him open the door. But I was laughing inside. He pulled out my keyring and I pointed out the key the few students continued to watch us. My heart was hammering and as I tried to avoid looking at them. Finally, I ducked through the open door. I stopped. I looked at my roommate Dick sitting at his desk and his girlfriend sitting on his bed, both fully clothed. I literally through up my hands and laughed. ³Hi Dick. Hi Anne. Welcome back. This is Mr. Sanders.² I said to them, totally matter-of-fact, beyond caring. ³Gregg?² said my roommate, practically speechless, ³What... your...... beard....? He sort of trailed off as they could both see that my genitals were shaved and my cock was still bobbing, thick and hard. ³I got a haircut,² I quipped and walked hopelessly through my curtain into my half of the room. ³Hello,² said Mr. Sanders, following me. ³I don¹t know. You crazy kids.² He walked into my part of the room and put my pack on my desk chair. ³Gregg,² he said sternly, looking me in the eye, ³I can¹t let you get away with this outrageous behavior. I watched his hand as he reached out and grabbed me by the balls. My heart was fluttering in my chest. My roommate and his girlfriend were two feet away on the other side of the curtain and he was fucking with me! Who the fuck cares. Maybe I should open the curtain and get them all to join in. I surrendered. ³I¹m sorry,² I whispered, half afraid of what he was going to do next. He put his hand around my stiffening meat and squeezed saying, ³Sorry doesn¹t cut it. This is what I want from you.² ³Ohhhh,² an involuntary moan escaped my lips. No, I thought, I can¹t be doing this while my roommate and his girl are in the room. I heard the other students questioning Dick through our still open door about my bizarre behavior. ³Ohh, please, no,² I softly begged, unable to resist him again. He licked my face, his hand rhythmically palpitating my hard manhood. I shuddered. I was trapped. I couldn¹t restrain myself. I opened my mouth again to him and let him kiss me as I felt the people in my room staring at the closed curtain. Mr. Sanders pulled me to my bed, pushing on my hard cock to sit me down. His hands went to my nipples and he pinched them. He whispered, ³Take out your daddy¹s cock. I want your lovely lips on my cock.² Trembling, I complied. I opened up his pants , pulled down his underwear and pulled out his thick cock. I could see it growing as I put my mouth to his foreskin. I couldn¹t be doing this, but I was.... I took his soft head into my mouth,rolling back the foreskin to uncover his bulbous glans. I closed my naked legs around one of his legs, rubbing my stiff, throbbing prick against his pants as he put his hands on my head, forcing more of his stiffening meat into my mouth. I began sucking him in earnest, trying to draw out his hardness, my body going into wanton overdrive, seeking pleasure, turned on by this raunchy scene of domination. Wanting Dick to open the curtain and see me, see me sucking this guys¹s hard cock. The voices two feet away faded into nothingness as my own terrible needs to suck this man¹s giant meat overpowered me The small voice that was protesting what anybody might think - went unheeded and was overwhelmed by earthy desire. ³Yeah, make your daddy happy,² said Mr. Sanders. He started to pump his thick schlong in and out of my mouth. As he expanded to his full length and hardness, I had to stretch to accommodate his bulk. I tried to suck his full length, but I was scared of choking and I gagged on his thick member. He held my head and continued to fuck my mouth with his massive meat. In and out he thrust his powerful tool, using my face as a cunt, utterly controlling me. I frantically tried to contain him, but his giant pole stretched my lips and filled my mouth. He thrust his hips into me and his big cock head started slamming into the back of my throat. By now, I was totally turned on by the whole scene. I was oblivious to the silence outside my curtain. I was panting and totally losing any inhibitions I might have thought about. I drew in a breath through my nostrils, getting further aroused by his sex smell as my nose was crushed into his pubic hairs. I reached down and cupped his balls and tried to eat more of his enormous shaft. Then, I drew back and started licking his large,veined cock, lapping his exposed crown, flicking the tip of my tongue into his pee hole. ³Ohhhh, yes, you are my good boy,² he moaned. I was vaguely aware of everybody in the other room leaving, the door closing, the muffled words ³blow job,² penetrating to my lust fogged brain. I kept on sucking, being Mr.s Sanders naked fuck toy. I couldn¹t help myself even as fear shot through me, imagining the degradation that I was exhibiting. I was lost in hunger as I continued to minister to his throbbing cock and balls with my mouth. His hands moved down my naked chest, grasping at my nipples, squeezing them, pulling on them harder and harder until I had to back off his huge cock and gasp in pain. He pulled me upright to my feet by my nipples. He pinched them and twisted, hard, forcing a groan of erotic suffering to escape my lips. ³Oh my boy, you like me playing with your lovely breasts too, don¹t you?² said Mr. Sanders in a low voice. ³Ohhhh, yess, oohhhh, god, ohh, ohh,² I moaned at the sensual abuse. He released my chest and I moaned again at the sudden relief. ³Take off my clothes.² he said. I slavishly went to my knees, removing his shoes and socks, his pants and underwear, all the while licking at his hard cock, the inside of his thighs and his hairy legs. He had taken off his sports coat and I helped him unbutton his shirt, licking his chest nipples, wanting to please him in any way that I could. When he was finally naked, he had me sit back down on my bed, my head resting against the wall. ³Lift your legs up,² he told me, kneeling on the bed, his cock hard and huge. I obeyed him, in spite of my fear over what might come next. I opened my legs, lifting them back, spread eagling myself before him, vulnerable and exposed. He moved in between my outstretched thighs and positioned the head of his oversize manhood at my boy¹s fuck hole. ³Uhh, Mr. Sanders.....² I said with trepidation, ³ I don¹t know if I can do this....² Wetting his fingers with saliva, he began to pull on my prick, encircling my hard shaft and rubbing me up and down. His other hand began to twist my balls, massaging them, pulling on them. His swollen hardness probed at my asshole, the fluids leaking from his prick lubricating the head as he rubbed over my anus. ³Ohhhhh, noo....² I moaned in ecstasy at the incredible sensations he was eliciting from my genitals. He applied more spit, all the while wetting my cock, my balls and my asshole. Moving his hands to my ass, he spread my cheeks and slowly tried to force his distended member into my tight anus. ³AHhhh, oh, noo,² I groaned as I felt my asshole spread, beginning to burn. ³AHHHH, NOooo, Pleease,² I cried as I felt his cockhead enlarging my almost virgin fuck hole, violating my taut assbud, ripping me open. I dropped my legs and tried to scoot back up the bed as he tried to drive his turgid penis further into my ass. ³AHHHHH, Noooo, it¹s too big,² I wailed as the fat head lodged in my ass. I couldn¹t. He was ripping me apart. I reached down with my hands to push him out. ³It¹s all right baby,² he cooed, his voice thick with lust, ³Daddy won¹t hurt you.² ³Uhhhohhhh,² I groaned as he pulled out of my desecrated asshole, my bruised anus closing. He slid back and his mouth went to my still massively hard erection. ³Daddy is going to make his boy feel good,² he expressed, his tongue licking my own wet cock head. ³Oh godddd² I moaned in appreciation and gratitude as he began to devour my prick. He lovingly licked my hard shaft and then nuzzled my balls with his tongue and lips. He popped my nuts into his mouth one by one, sucking on them, fondling them with his teeth. I writhed and moaned as his saliva dripped down the crack of my ass again to wash over my tender, used anus. He spent another 5 or 10 minute with his hot mouth on my genitals, licking the naked flesh, sucking on my hairless skin, caressing and fondling, making love to my hot sex until I again lost my mind. All that existed was his mouth on my boy parts. When his finger went back to my wet asshole and his mouth covered my hard prick, swallowing my shaft to the hilt, I finally exploded into a world numbing orgasm. Jets of hot sperm pumped out into his greedy mouth, shooting like fire from my spewing organ after having abstained from cumming for what seemed like years. ³Ahhhhh, uhhhh, uh, uh, uh, uh,² I shook and cried out, geysering my pulsating spunk into his eager mouth. He drank my boyish juices, reveling in my utter lack of control, torturing me with his relentless sucking, draining me dry until I practically blacked out, my whole universe reduced to my skyrocketing fountain of cum. I moaned as he continued to palpitate my used prick with his mouth, punishing my spent organ. ³Ohhhh.. I... please, ³ I protested. He removed his mouth from my cock and stood up, leaning over to raise my face to his. He kissed me on the lips again, inserting some of my sperm into my mouth with his tongue. I shuddered in exhausted submission, opening my mouth to his, letting him swish my spunk onto my tongue. Then he pulled me up farther and put his still tumescent log to my lips, shoving his cockhead into my slick oral cavity, forcing me to accommodate his bloated member. He began fucking my face once more, in spite of my desire to stop. Now that I had cum, I just wanted to crawl away and sleep, but he pulled me onto his immense organ, forcing me to suck him again. Back and forth he slid between my tender lips, his hard cockhead hammering at my throat. ³Ngghh, nggh,² I gagged and twitched, but he was relentless, fucking my mouth, murmuring his appreciation and expressing his satisfaction. He fucked me and fucked me, my lips and throat growing sore, until I could feel his hard shaft swell and his sperm shot out into my throat. He released my head, pushing me back onto the bed as he grabbed his own organ and pumping his white cream onto my naked flesh, shooting onto my belly and depositing his sticky cum on my genitals. I lay there, spent, as the last sticky strand of jiz broke off and landed on my thigh. ³You have been a very good boy,² he said, going to his clothes and putting them on as I lay immobile on the bed, covered with his cum. ³If you keep yourself nice and smooth, we can do this again sometime. Do you think you can do that, Gregg? Do you think you can shave that pretty body of yours even when I¹m not around? I nodded dumbly, willing to agree to anything, just wanting this long ordeal to end. He finished getting dressed, obviously admiring me as I lay there hairless and naked, my sperm covered cock still half erect. ³Goodbye, my beautiful boy,² he said, drawing the curtain aside to the empty other half of the room. And then, he took his wallet out, pulled out some bills and laid them on top of my sperm covered balls. ³You¹ll keep your hair off, won¹t you son?² Again I nodded. ³Then we¹ll do this again... soon...² He went to door, opened it and left, closing it behind him. I reached down and took the money he had left on me in my hand. I counted it. There were five bills there. Of one hundred dollars each. Five hundred dollars. Five hundred dollars! In 1974, the tuition for Dunwoody was $5,000.00 a year. An ounce of pot cost ten or fifteen dollars. I spent about ten dollars a week on entertainment. Beer cost twenty five or fifty cents at the college pub. Five hundred dollars! I lay back, totally wiped out and went to sleep. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----