Message-ID: <34780asstr$1011222605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: strangesub@yahoo.com (G) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 16 Jan 2002 14:53:52 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 16 Jan 2002 06:53:51 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #6 (True,mt,nc,oral,spanking,exhib) Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 18:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman Sex. The great obsession. These are the stories of my lives. Its permutations of cocks and cunts, holes and moans and slick fluids. The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to a virtual exhibitionism. I am able to fuck and get fucked in public. There is no kinky activity I have to hide away for fear that my "normal" friends would consider me a deviant reprobate. All of us voyeurs can watch as I relive My Sex Life and expose all of the perverse things that I have done and that have been done to me - things that I have never told anybody. All of the stories written here are true. I have been eroticized all sorts of details in order create hot sex - but the the actual "scenarios" happened. In truth, sometimes the reality was far less interesting, exciting or pleasant. But my purpose is to make you hard and wet. I started writing these stories about six years ago. I picked it up again last year and decided to reprint the whole thing again in order to fill in the missing links and because its still nostalgic. If you would like to comment on these stories, criticize them, or whatever, send inquiries to strangesub@yahoo.com My Sex Life #6 Greg Gets Caught 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 whenever I could, and I still jerked off in totally inappropriate places, like empty classrooms or under the grandstand during football games. If I thought it was "safe," (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 teacher's 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 team's 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. I spent many days during the summer wandering far afield, naked and jerking off. Sometimes, if I was convinced I could get away with it, I would expose myself and masturbate in full view of surprised onlookers. One of the interstate toll thruways ran through a neighborhood that wasn't anywhere near my house, but was next to a field and woods that I could easily flee to. I would jerk off near dusk, and stand by the side of the road, ejaculating my cum to the shocked faces of motorists and truckers. As they slowed down, I would run away. I stopped doing that when I almost caused a serious accident. Scared the shit out of me. There was a hill overlooking the creek, but totally inaccessible from it. Once I shot my wad for the dubious entertainment of a mixed group of boaters. I could hear their taunts of dismay as I ran away. 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 a very hyper hard ass. He must have been in his twenties and was lean and well muscled. He didn't 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. The exact same thing happened again this year. We lost a game, I was fooling around, and I got another kick in the ass. There was also a clean up detention where, if the coach thought you were really bad, you had to clean up the locker room. Well, the coach wasn't there this day, so Assistant Coach Doyle thought I deserved clean up duty for my offenses. After everyone left, I duly cleaned up the locker room. Realizing that only the custodial staff was probably still in school, I stripped down to my jock strap to be able to stimulate my perversions as I cleaned up. I started fantasizing about another soccer team member that I didn't get along with and Coach Doyle. They would be in the coach's office and Doyle was such a hard ass that he was punishing Bob by making him suck his cock. But then Bob turned the tables and made Doyle suck his cock. Bob made Doyle suck his chest nipples..... "C'mon, coach, work on my nipples. Get 'em hard." Doyle did what he was told. Neither of the naked men realized that the whole team was watching their queer show through the office window...... - I pulled off my used jock strap and held it over my face, sniffing in my own musky odors as I played with my naked dick.... ........... Bob pushed Doyle down to his knees and forced his fat, twelve inch cock into the coach's oral hole, sliding the full length into his fucking mouth and throat, until he was choking Doyle with the giant tubesteak...... Then, I was the only one watching this perverted spectacle and a bunch of cheerleaders pranced into the locker room. I motioned to them to be silent and they crowded around me, just out of cheerleading practice, their tight hard bodies pressing into mine. They watched the obscene spectacle in horrified fascination as Bob pulled the Coach's face off his huge dick and turned him around. Doyle's eyes popped open and his mouth dropped when he saw all of the girls watching him. But he couldn't stop Bob from playing with his butthole. Bob placed the head of his dick against the coach's glistening brown hole, and shoved. "Ahhhhh," cried Coach Doyle as Bob's huge cock ripped into his ass. The girls were disgusted and turned on by this filthy display of mansex and their hands roamed my body..... .....Caressing my naked cock as the whole cheerleading squad, nine or ten of them, were all naked in the showers with me, one beautiful girl kneeling down to take my huge twelve inch cock into her mouth, her hard tits wet and firm. Another kissed me on the lips, her breasts pressing into me, while I fingered her hot pussy. My other hand was also in someone's cunt, shoving into its wet flesh. Other girls pressed me, cunts and tits poking into my back and ass while Robin deepthroated my huge meat..... So, I'm lying there in a pile of dirty gym clothes and towels, strark naked, my jockstrap on my face, beating my meat to my fantasies when: "Moran!" Jesus, I thought, what the hell was Doyle doing here. I madly tried to jump into my jockstrap as I heard him walk into the locker room. "Moran! Dammit, are you here?" Doyle demanded, clearly pissed off. 'Shit, shit shit shit shit,' I thought, trying to stuff my very stiff dick into my very small jockstrap. For those unfamiliar with jock strap life - it is a small elastic pouch that your cock and balls hang in with a wide elastic waistband. There are also two pieces of elastic which run up the asscheeks in a V from the crotch to the waistband. That's it. Although I was only about six inches hard, there is no place to hide an erection in a jockstrap. The head of your cock will stick out. In addition, if you jump into a jockstrap very quickly, like in a second, the elastic and everything will be all twisted and not necessarily where it is supposed to be, and it is possible to miss one of the pieces of ass elastic altogether, leaving it hanging on one side and pulling the whole jock strap over to the other side. Which is what I did. Which may be good for covering up an erection, but at the expense of having your balls almost pop out below. Probably. Although it is impossible to tell if you are jamming on the jockstrap and grabbing a pile of laundry at the same time to cover yourself. Which is what I did. I immediately felt my naked balls rubbing against the clothes as they covered the center of my body and my crotch as Doyle strode into view. "What the hell have you been doing here?" he demanded. My whole body was literally shaking. "Uhhh, I, I was cleaning up..." I stammered. "Well, don't screw around." he said decisively. "Dump those towels and pick up the rest and get out of here." Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, I thought. I looked at him for a split second, trembling in fear and sort of shuffled a little bit trying not to turn around. I realized, from the look on his face, that he was about to kick me again. Trying to avoid that confrontation, I turned around and dumped the stuff in the hamper, giving Doyle a perfect view of my naked ass. I scurried on an oblique angle away from him, trying not to turn around when, "Stop." I stopped, my heart beating like a jackhammer, my nude body quivering. The only solace was that my erection was starting to soften, even though the tip was still squeezed in my jock strap somewhere. "Turn around." I slowly turned, looking at the floor. Unable to look in his face at all. My balls and half hard cock were exposed and tangled in my jock. There was a moment of total silence as he looked me over. "That's it. Clipboard," he said. "Bend over a grab ankles." "Now? Here? Like this?" I blurted out in dismay. He couldn't be serious. "Unless you'd rather I report this to Principle Bitner," he said seriously. I sighed, bent over and grabbed my 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, he'd 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 didn't 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 while fully clothed, but not for smacking my naked ass with a clipboard. Different times, different rules. However, I felt it was decidedly weird for him to do this thing while I was, for all practical purposes, naked in a locker room alone with him. The idea has always been public humiliation. But this had sexual overtones due to the fact that he was going to punish me for doing my dirty sexual thing.... However, in spite of my independent sexual streak, I generally bowed to authority not wanting to get into more trouble than I already was. At least my hard on had gone away as I waited there, bent ove, my hands on my ankles, my naked ass ready for punishment. SMACK! AH Shit!! Doyle walloped my ass with the clipboard. As the incredible sting started to permeate, SMACK!, he did it again. "AAAAHH!" I cried out, involuntarily. That really hurt. I could feel my ass begin to flame and he did it again! SMACK! "STOP!" I cried, starting to really cry, all sexual thoughts totally gone. This was not fair. Nobody ever got hit more than once on their bare ass. "All right," he said. "Don't 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, he'd 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, they probably wouldn't have been caught masturbating, and besides, I didn't have the guts. Again, as soon as I thought about me masturbating, all of the illicit scenes that I had been playing in my mind came back. Plus, getting smacked by Peter.... Plus, I was bent over, my red ass upturned, my balls and now cock hanging loose from my jock strap..... I started to get hard again. Ohnofuckplease, I moaned internally, trying to think of something else, but it was no use. My dick got hard. Doyle walked back to me, still bent over, my naked butt hot, red and in pain, but now with an erection poking me in my stomach. Doyle poured cold ice water over my upturned butt! "AHHHH!" I cried again, startled at this new sensation. I spontaneously moved and stood up as the freezing water shocked my hot ass. My cock stuck out in front of me, vibrating with a life of its own. "You like this, said Doyle, putting the pitcher down and smacking my ass again, this time with his bare hand. "This excites you... I figured you were this kind of guy." 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, confused and defenseless against his sadism. At the same time, I felt my cock pulsing against the cold metal of the locker. He 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 moaned softly at this bizarre pleasure pain embarrassment as I stood against the locker my palms pressing the metal on either side of me. "You know, Moran," said Doyle in my ear, "if you'd get serious about the game, you wouldn't have time for these problems. I hope you'll straighten up." All the while he kept rubbing the icy mixture on my butt and up and down my crack. God, he was so weird. This was crazy. But my dick was achingly hard and my ass started twitching at his erotic punishment. Dolye then put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around, dumping the ice cubes on the floor. "All right, Moran," he said, looking directly at my steel hard rod, jutting out from my crotch, the jockstrap pushed to one side by my hardness. "You are a pervert." He grabbed my prick, squeezed it, and pushed it down towards the floor. "This excites you, doesn't it." "Ohhhhh," I moaned out loud, my naked body jerking at his hard touch. He was a pervert. He was a fucking child molester. And I hated him. But God damn, my body was on fire. I had no control. He was in charge. "Get down on the floor," said the coach, letting go of my cock. "What?" I said, disbelievingly. "Down 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 knelt before him. "Now lick up that mess you made," he said pointing to the water and ice he had spilled over my ass onto the floor. "Coach..." I said, a tremolo in my voice, not quite believing this. He leaned down and pushed my head to the floor. "Lick - It - Up," he said slowly. I stuck out my tongue and started licking. This was insane, I thought, my heart pounding in fear. Even so, my body continued to pump blood to my hard dick and I was still turned on. There was a voice in my head that just wanted to get out of there. I was very afraid of Coach Doyle now. He walked around behind me as I vainly tried to lap up the water. "Not bad," he said to my ass sticking up in the air. He ran his hands over my hot cheeks, spreading them and exposing my asshole. I winced, as they still hurt even after the ice water. I was really worried at what he was going to do. My heart was racing so fast and I tried to subtly move forward, my mouth sucking the floor. It was unbelievable. "Oh." I let another involuntary moan as a finger prodded at my asshole. Please no, I thought. What was he going to do? What Is He Doing? My penis started jerking with a mind of its own as I felt his finger try to penetrate the puckered bud of my anus. I involuntarily tried to open my ass wider to meet this invasion. Coach Doyle removed his hand. "You like that don't you?" he said, "You're a regular faggot, aren't you? Turn around!" I turned around on my hands and knees. "Sit up," he said. I sat up on my knees, my head at the level of his crotch. "Take it out, faggot" the coach directed. He didn't say what, 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, "I said take it out!" Understanding that he might really hurt me if I didn't do as he said, I pulled down his sweatpants and underwear and let his manhood free. It didn't register until much later - that he was hairless. His whole pubic area was shaved. I didn't even notice at the time because he was very hard and very ready. He had thick, circumcised penis, about 6" long, the same shape as Jeff's. "Suck it," he commanded without any further 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, "Put your clothes on and finish cleaning up." 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. Fuck cleaning up. I quit the soccer team after that. It was no great loss and nobody asked me any questions as to why. In later years, I realized that Doyle (I wish I knew his first name) manipulated me. He set me up. I wondered if he did that to other kids. At the time, I just wanted to ignore it and walk away. Now, this experience finally 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 really didn't pay that much attention to the homosexual stuff in my brother's porn novels. It was always connected with incest or some other man/woman thing, so I just viewed it as an extension of straight sex. But now, I was beginning to get a little worried. Maybe I was a homo. Okay, so I discounted the experiences with my brothers. 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. But I hated Doyle and did not include this particular rape in my repetoire of fantasies. But, I did the same thing with Peter last year (a hundred lifetimes ago in the time of a teenager). And with Jimmy. Whoever. Was I a faggot? This bothered me. I wanted to fuck women. I wanted naked pussy. Didn't I?..... (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....) -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+