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May 24th, 2009

My name is Shelly and I work as a part time court stenographer here in Batesville, Arkansas. I’m thirty two and married to Johnny. Johnny and I got married right after high school Johnny was the only guy I ever slept with. That was until recently.

My part time job is perfect since it allows me time to get my four kids ready for school in the mornings and I’m usually done before they get out in the afternoon.

Anyways, a while back, I was in a lawyer’s office during a deposition for a nasty divorce case. They were questioning the husband, Jason about his numerous infidelities. The wife’s lawyer kept asking him about his indiscretions and he was so bold as to go into great detail about the women he had slept with. I think he was giving all those details just to piss off his wife. He explained how he needed to have sex three or four times a day and that his wife didn’t take care of his needs. He said he warned her if she didn’t take care of him there were plenty of other women who would.

He was very brash and bragged how women would pursue him for sex. He gave graphic details as he talked about taking the women to a cheap hotel to fuck them. Each one of them loved the way his long fat curved dick slid into their pussies and their asses. He gloated how each woman worshiped his dick and sucked him dry. On and on he talked in detail about giving it to them rough, driving his dick deep and hard in their pussies; grinding the tip on their G spot until they begged for more. He even told the lawyers that he was such a regular at the hotel he was always given the same room and they knew him by name. He got a special rate because they knew he would be out in three hours or so and they could clean and rebook the room.

I was shocked. I had never heard a defendant talk like this in a deposition before. Usually the husbands always tried to conceal the fact they were cheating, but this man seemed to revel in it. He was a handsome looking man that stood about six foot tall with broad shoulders, a nice tan and a great smile. Jason claimed he fucked so many women from around Batesville that he honestly lost count.

Here I was, the only woman in the room, listening to him boast about his infidelities. His eyes twinkled and smiled at me while he spoke. It was making my pussy wet! As I hit the buttons on my steno machine the movement caused the nipples on my 36DD tits to rub against my bra. I could not believe how aroused I was getting as I listened.

At eleven forty five we stopped for lunch. This was going to be a long day. I left for lunch by myself and went to a Pizza Hut buffet down the street. While I sat alone, enjoying a salad and a pizza slice I saw Jason and his lawyer walk in. They were laughing as he told a story; his fists clenched, his arms pulling forward. It was obvious the story was about fucking a woman. They erupted in laughter and went through the line.

I watched Jason head toward the restroom. I don’t have a clue what got over me but I headed towards the restrooms. I arrived at the ladies room just as he was exiting the men’s. I looked up at him smiled, reached into my purse and pulled out my business card handing it to him. I glanced at him for a second and said, “Call me,” and quickly darted into the ladies room embarrassed.

After lunch the deposition resumed, and while he answered their questions, he kept staring at my chest; occasionally licking his lips. I melted in my chair. I was positive if I got up my dress would have a wet spot from my panties soaking through. After the deposition ended I raced home before my kids got home, stripped naked and played with my tits and pussy until I orgasmed really hard, while I imagined all the details of Jason fucking all those women. I was pretty sure that most of what he said was made up but just dreaming about it made me so damn horny. That night after I put the kids to bed I took my hubby to bed. I rode his dick hard until we both came and he passed out. I still felt horny and wanted more but had to settle for my fingers as my husband slept beside me.

The next morning, the kids left for school and I was getting ready to go shopping when the phone rang; it was Jason. Honestly I was surprised he called. I wasn’t some sexy hot chick; I was a mom with a mom’s body. I like to call it pliable not plump. When I answered the phone, he said, “Meet me at the Economy Inn. If I’m not there, tell the desk you are meeting Jason and they’ll give you the key. Twenty minutes, don’t be late,” and he hung up.

I was terrified but my pussy already had my panties wet. I had always been faithful to my husband and now I was going to go meet a man I had just met yesterday for sex! My nipples tingled at the thought. I quickly changed in my sexy black panties and a bra, and put on a dress. I had ten minutes to get across town and forgot to touch up my makeup. As I approached the Economy Inn my nerves almost made me drive past it but I couldn’t. Every bump in the road made my nipples rub my bra and my pussy was soaked. I pulled in and parked; my heart pounded as I walked up to the office and told them I was there to meet Jason. The man behind the counter smiled that knowing smile and said, “He is in room 210, halfway down on the second floor on the backside.

When I drove around, I saw his Escalade in the lot. I had seen the big black SUV at the lawyer’s office the day before. As I walked up the stairs to room 210, the cleaning lady looked at me; even she knew why I was there. I couldn’t help but think that soon she would be cleaning our room and smell my sex in the sheets. I paused at the door and then walked in. He had already removed his shirt and shoes; his chest flexed when I looked at him. Smiling that big smile, he held his arms open and I walked forward. We embraced and he kissed me deeply and then he laid me back on the bed. He wasn’t going to waste any time.

Jason then pushed my dress up and grabbed my panties and pulled them down. While my panties came off, his lips met my pussy and he began to slide his tongue up and down my pussy lips. “Oh, God!” was all I could say. My head rolled back and forth on the bed and my hands went straight to my tits. I was lost in an electric feeling; something I had never thought existed. He pushed my legs up and began to probe at my anus with his tongue. God it was amazing!

I could hear him fumbling at his belt and pants. The second they dropped he climbed up on the bed between my legs. I pulled my dress up higher, bunching it onto my stomach. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down my pussy lips, driving me mad with lust. I rocked against him, feeling my body open up and he shoved it into me deep and hard taking my breath away. I moaned deeply as he filled me; it was huge compared to my husband. OMG the tip of his dick ground and rubbed against me just in the right spot. I came so hard before he had even got a good rhythm going. Never in my life had I ever cum so quickly.

As I started to come down from my orgasm Jason began to fuck me harder. He ground and twisted his hips ensuring his dick rubbed every part of my pussy. I had never felt anyone do the things he did. Moments later I groaned as another orgasm rocked my body. After I came the second time he pulled free and helped me remove my dress. As it went over my head his lips went straight for my tits. He sucked and bit my nipples, devouring them as his fingers deftly reached behind me removing my bra. While he sucked my tits, going from one to the other, I reached down, grabbed his cock, and stroked it. I was stunned when my fingers could not wrap all the way around it. I felt the blood pulsing through his veins.

He reached down with one hand to my hip and gave it a little tug. I moved with his hand and rolled onto my hands and knees. Jason then slapped my ass and moved between my legs and said, “I love seeing a firm ass sticking in the air like that.” He slid his dick up and down my slit once and he drove it back into me. “Ugh!” was all I said as the fat dick sank back into place. I can’t say ‘Oh God’ enough to describe how incredible he felt. Jason’s big curved dick was now driving in and out from behind only now it was rubbing my pussy in places I have never felt a dick before. His hands pulled on my big tits as he fucked me good and hard. Every inch of his dick knew how to use his big swollen head as it rubbed the ripples in my pussy. I cried out and begged him to fuck me!

One hand slipped to my pussy and he began to rub my clit as his other hand played with my ass. Every inch of me was sensitive to his touch. I wiggled my ass matching his thrusts, each deeper and deeper, pounding at the very center of my being. Jason scooped up my hot cum as it leaked from my pussy and spread it on my asshole. “Oh God that felt good,” I moaned as his balls slapped against my clit as he pounded me from behind. Then his finger slipped into my ass. I screamed at the pleasure as it caused my pussy to quiver. My pussy began to pulse and shudder as he fucked me harder.

I felt a second finger probe my ass and he was back at my clit gathering my juices and rubbed more on my ass. He pulled his dick from my pussy and pushed it against my ass. “No!” I gasped. I had never done it there before but he continued to push and his tip sunk into my ass. “Ahhh!” I cried as he gripped my ass tighter not allowing me to pull free. One hand slipped lower around my side and he fingered my clit. It felt good and I arched my back to give him more access to my clit; his dick sank deeper in my ass. “Oh shit,” I thought, “that is fucking huge!” It hurt really bad, tears began to stream down my face but I wanted to give myself completely to him. My ass felt on fire, my nipples tingled and my pussy throbbed. I clenched my teeth as he began a slow fuck of my virgin ass. The more he fucked it, the better it felt.

That wonderful fat curved dick was invading places nothing had ever before and I loved it. I began to slam my ass back into his dick, his balls slapped loudly against my pussy with every thrust. Soon his breathing and his pace quickened. With both hands back on my ass he drove himself deep and hard and I had the most incredible orgasm of my life. I screamed as my body rocked and at that moment he grunted and I felt the warm surge of his cum as it began to fill my ass. I moaned and screamed as every squirt of cum filled my ass. God he could cum! Squirt after squirt filled my dark fuck hole and his dick seemed to swell bigger with every shot. There was so much cum, it leaked out and dribbled down my pussy. I looked under my belly and saw a long thick string of it dripping onto the bed. I crumpled onto the bed and sobbed. Never in my life had I ever felt this good.

Jason pulled his dick free and crawled up the bed. I thought it was all over but he had different plans. As I panted, gathering air, he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Come on, suck it Shelly! Make me hard again,” he ordered. I sucked his cum and shit-covered cock in my mouth. I took it as deep as I could and licked what I couldn’t fit in it. I cupped his balls and felt the weight of them. My husband would be passed out dead by this point but Jason was getting harder, a lot harder. Soon all I could fit in my mouth was the tip and I sucked that part like a pro. He stroked my hair and looked down at me and smiled that smile.

“Ready for more?” he asked and crawled back between my legs and shoved his dick back in my pussy. This time when he fucked me, he fucked me harder, driving his body into my clit and pussy. With both my ankles in his hands, he drove his dick deep like a man possessed. He smiled down at me as he watched my big tits bounce and jiggle from each powerful thrust. I was out of control. All I could do was lay there and grunt while my pussy gripped hold of his cock. It quivered as if it was in a never-ending orgasm.

Suddenly he yelled, “Oh Fuck Ya!” He began to fill my pussy with his sperm with two or three shots. Then he pulled out shooting more hot sperm across my belly and tits. I had never seen so much cum in my life! It coated my belly and tits and was leaking like a river from my pussy and ass forming a puddle under me. He climbed back up and made me lick him clean one last time; this time it was covered in both of our cum. Then without a word, he got out of bed and jumped into the shower. “You can take one after me if you want. I need to get back to work though,” he offered.

As the shower ran, I quickly got dressed and left to go home to my own shower. I sat in the car flushed and realized that he was indeed as good as he had bragged. He hasn’t called back, but yet I hope he does. Or maybe I hope he doesn’t. Maybe one day I will just drive by the Economy Inn and see if his Escalade is there.

APRIL 27TH, 2009

I was visiting an office building in another city close by and I happened to run into a woman who used to work for me. We had always liked each other and we were both really happy to meet. She said she worked in this building and was on her way home for lunch, and would I like to join her? I said sure. She told me that since I had last seen her she had gotten a divorce and now had her own apartment within walking distance. When we got to her place, she asked me if sandwich and salad was OK, and I said sure. While we were chatting she asked me if I had ever known that she had had a crush on me. I told her no, I hadn’t known. She said that it drove her crazy that I never picked up on her subtle hints. She just stood there looking at me and I decided to go for it. I took her in my arms and kissed her with lots of tongue. She kissed back and started rubbing my cock through my pants. I bent her over her dining table and lifted her dress. I pulled her panties down and dropped my pants and fucked her right on the table. We were both very excited and it didn’t take long before I was pumping my cum into her. Of course we forgot about lunch and I walked her back to her office. We still communicate by email and will probably hook up again in the future.

April 15th, 2009

So I was at this catered work party (like a formal dance), and things were getting pretty wild.  My girlfriend at the time, a 19-year old bi brunette, asked me if she could invite two girls upstairs to have a little fun with us in our hotel room.  Of course, I said sure.

Once we got up there, the other two were waiting.  Both were 18.  We all stripped and took a shower together, where we all washed each other.

When we were done with the shower, one of the girls (the 18-year old) kinda chickened out and said she just wanted to sit on the bed and watch.  So my girlfriend, the other brunette, and I started to have some fun.  First, my girlfriend and I kissed her together, on her face and neck.  Then, we both wandered around from face to nipples to cunt.  Then my girl got on her hands and knees and went down on the young brunette, while I lay on my back and licked my girl’s clit.  We finished it off with me fucking my girl from behind while she went down on the other brunette.

The third girl never joined in, she just sat and watched.  I hope she got a good show!

April 15th, 2009

I am a manager of a grocery store and recently had an encounter with a shoplifter.
It was late at night and the girl stole a pack of cigarettes. I confronted her at the exit and then took her up to my office where I called the police.
Normally we have two people sit in on the shoplifting apprehension but it was only myself and another worker that evening. As I waited for the police to arrive, I began to fill out the usual paper work.
“Please sir,” she begged. “don’t do this to me.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, I have to.” I said giving her a quick glance.
“I’m so sorry sir,” she went on beginning to cry. “I’ll do anything…just don’t have me arrested.”
I just looked at her and handed her a kleenex. She wiped her eyes and stood up. She paced back and forth crying and appologizing. She stopped in front of my desk and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She opened it up and slid it off revealing two very healthy braless tits. Her nipples were pink and very hard. She began to fondle her tits and play with her nipples.
“I can just imagine what you are thinking right now.” she said as she continued groping her tits. I watched in pure amazement that she just took off her blouse. She then unzipped her jeans and began sliding them off. Once they were off, she began rubbing her pussy until the crotch of her panties were wet. My cock was throbbing!
“I can make your night more enjoyable if you call the cops back and tell them to forget it.” she said sliding off her panties and putting them under my nose. Her smell drove me crazy. “I’ll do anything you want….please sir?”
Next thing I knew, she was straddling me and my cock was out and rubbing against her smooth pussy lips. Her tits were in my face and she began stroking her nipple on my lips. I caved! I sucked firmly on her nipple and grasped her tits with both hands. She moaned as she rubbed her wet pussy on my hard cock.
I grabbed the phone and told the cops it was a false alarm and hung up quickly. I grabbed her ass and pressed my cock closer to her until my tip was near her hole. I shoved my cock into her in one quick thrust and she pounded herself on my dick like a whore in heat. I sucked her tits and nibbled on her nipples while she continued riding me. I grabbed her by the ass and stood up laying her on my desk where I raised her legs and pinned her down. I slammed her pussy hard and fast while she moaned and squirted her juices all over me.
“Now for your punnishment!” I said as I pulled my cock out.

I rammed my cock up her ass and made her scream. She was telling me to stop but I fucked her even harder as I pinched her nipples as hard as I could. She was squirming and crying at this point. I just couldn’t stop ramming her ass! She began hitting me and I went into a frenzy. I grabbed her arms and held her down.
“Bitch, you need to take your punnishment like a whore!” I said as I began to slap her titties. I then stood up and forced three fingers in her pussy. I jammed and rammed them inside her while my cock throbbed intensely inside her tight ass hole. Soon my whole fist was in her pussy and she was begging me to stop. I fisted her cunt as I rammed her ass faster. I shot my load up her ass and then I pulled out my fist and dick at the same time. She let out a scream and then sobbed while I zipped up.
“Get dressed you little whore and get the fuck out of here before I torture you some more.” I growled as I threw her clothes at her.
She got dressed and I told her not to button her blouse. I told her she had to walk by the other guy working and flash him her titties. I also told her that he had permission to touch if he wanted to.
She did as I told her to and Jake (the other guy) smiled. She stood there so he could get a good long look at her. I told Jake to check out the goods. No one else was around so Jake walked up to her and began to touch her tits.
“Wow!” he said “nice rack!”
“Go on,” I said “she likes to show men her titties. Make sure you get your fill.”
Jake fondled her tits and then ordered her to take off her pants. She did and he whipped out his cock. He was very thick! I was impressed and jealous.
“Get on all fours!” I told her. She did and Jake fucked her doggie style. My cock got hard again and I shoved it in her mouth. “Suck me off slut!” I said fucking her mouth.
Jake shot his load in her and I held her head on my dick as I filled her mouth with cum. She gagged and I told her to swallow it all. We both stood up and left her naked on all fours while we put our dicks away.
She got up and put on her blouse and panties. She then put on her jeans and ran out of the store. Jake and I laughed as we agreed she deserved it all. She started it by begging for sex and saying she was willing to do anything. I bet she’ll never say that again!

April 9th, 2009

“Wanna Come Back and Watch Bully?”

“Wanna come back and watch Bully?”
     He agrees without any hesitation. This boy and I do use the term loosely is a Gossip Girl/Hills clone. Could have been in High School Musical but his eyebrows seem a tad big. They come alive. Mothra from Godzilla. Huge caterpillar eyebrows.
     Perfect he’s coming back. I immediately get a woody and have to adjust it. I’m embarrassed because it’s like comparing a Q-Tip next to a paper towel roll. What the hell am I going to do with that monster?
     The rest of the movie goes as planned with every theater fag in the bunch staring at him and me. At first I got embarrassed but after awhile I felt empowered. Yes, of course it was vanity coming into play but I’m still a good person. I believe they all wanted a piece of this “thing.” What am I talking about they probably already have. We’ll if you think about it his dick could probably feed a small country. It’s sad that it’s that big inside his pants not erect.
     The movie ended as most movies do and instead of taking a cab home we decide to stroll down 9th avenue to my apartment. There is tension, yes. Sometimes I have to scale back on what I say because we are totally two different people and our conversation neither of us get. He’s blabbing about some SAG or AFTRA shit. Of course I know the unions but that subject gets old quite quick. He mentioned he was aspiring to be on Home Improvement. I didn’t bother telling him that it’s been off the air for years.
     We get to my place and I stick in “Bully.” He’s mesmerized for a while. Oh, yes we both are in bed and I’m spooning him. It didn’t need to be discussed because it just happened… quickly. I guess he assumed he was spending the night because he got comfortable. I mean completely comfortable and took off everything. Even his draws. I was a good boy and kept a t-shirt on and some Joe Boxers. That’s a top thing. I don’t know. It was going fine until I couldn’t control my mind anymore and I began getting a semi. It slipped out the side and up against his ass. He felt it. Shit, I even saw a smirk come across his face. Oh no. Shit. It didn’t matter he knew exactly the mode of the situation. He backed up. Literally. I went in him. Who gets it right on cue? I pulled out and he got nervous like I didn’t like him.
“If we’re going to do this grab the condom under the bed.”
“You have only one?”
“I don’t do this regularly.”
“Oh.”
     No hesitation or talk he reaches under and miraculously pulls it out. He snakes under the covers to put it on. Now, this is crazy. He goes back into his spooning position and backs in again. Who knew he was an attack bottom?      You sort of had to figure he was one by site but not such an attack aggressive one. Amazing. It’s pleasant to know an attack bottom. See, I never knew one before.
     Now let’s break down this word or I should say phrase, attack bottom. Attack, to set upon with violent force or to start work on vigorously that described his behavior. So his asshole attacked my penis. I’m trying to remember if I ever had an attack bottom moment myself. Hmm? I might have had that urged to do it but of course I never acted on it. Too slutty for my ego to fathom. I controlled it.
     Mr. Wannabe Disney boy begins riding me sideways. It’s enjoyable. He’s not the tightest of the tight but his face makes up for it nicely. I’m going to try something. I push in hard… he flips out and the motors begin to churn. That was the cue. He likes it rough. My kind of boy. I threw him on his stomach. That’s my favorite way. I’ve never pounded like this before. This was fantastic. I think I’m falling in love. I don’t know how much longer I can last, honestly? His ass fit nicely around my penis. It does. Perfect fit. Fucking bed. It begins to squeak. Of course that noise is completely distracting and I start concentrating on it. Who has ADD? What’s even worse is that I have to piss. See what happens to me? Ok, let’s see how I can handle this.
     Another thing I find strange is the way men pee. I’ve never asked but I think most guys pull theirs out through their fly. I don’t. I over lap the top. Nuts and all. I pull out everything. It feels so much better don’t you think? Wait. There’s that way… then the regular… just the penis out the fly… then there’s the penis and testicles both outside through the fly… then also just the penis over the top. If you pull everything over the rim I think it pushes the urine out better. I know it’s not scientific but so what.
     We continue and I let him speak.
“I want you to sleep in me.”
“Sure. Before or after I come?”
“After.”
     I continued the assault until I spewed. He must have felt the gasoline run out. We stopped almost in unison and I watched him wipe the semen off his hands and on the floor with a Hanes sock. Not once did he kiss me. That’s a horrible sign if I want this boy in my life. I maneuver over for a quick peck but he was already asleep. Oh well… maybe tomorrow.

April 2nd, 2009

Diarrhea Never Smelled So Sweet

Of course being in a committed relationship of three years constitutes for “accidents” to occur. It’s a given. Expected in the sense that one shouldn’t get riled up or throw a tantrum if something unexpected occurs. Especially, when one dates a ballet dancer. The mind conjures up many possibilities of positions, tightness/looseness of the hole, those thunderous thighs wrapped around you.

The setting: Saratoga Springs, NY. The event: Fucking on a whicker couch with floral print off white cushions that smelled of lilac. I’m quite serious when I say lilac. The cushions came scented; at least that’s what my boyfriend said at the time. It’s still in question because I can’t find scented couches anywhere.

I’m not sure exactly why the country turned my boy on so. Could it be the solace? The slowing down? The mosquito’s? The serial killer lurking in the woods behind the house waiting to chop us up? More like chop him up, I can run pretty fast. Who the hell knows?

The mood caught him suddenly and we embraced in a semi romantic gesture. Slipping my hand behind his neck feeling the smoothness and knotted tense shoulders. Leaning in for a kiss, brushing by his lips to get at his neck. Remembering the distinctive smell of bark and lemon. It drove me mad. His callused, yet muscley fingers caressed the lower part of my back. Tenderly twirling his finger until he palms my backside thrusting me into his groin. My erection cracking up against his pack. I’m not sure how many abs he had but it was many. I vividly remember actually pre cumming. I rarely do that, if ever but today was an exception. It glistened as I stare down. Hmm? I think my penis looked pretty that day. It seemed joyful. In a spirited mood. It was actually getting exercise. Exercise that made it sweat.

So, in return I used my free hand to snatch his cock. Pulling back his foreskin, not too rough because God knows I don’t want the smegma flying about the room. That’s one trepidation I had, that pesky foreskin. Do you pull softly? Roughly? Do you clean it before you suck it? Will that ruin the mood? I was in luck, I fingered around the foreskin checking. No smegma. Knowing his penis for so many years I could just tell by the sense of touch. He was mid level dirty. The sweat probably had built up after a long day of pirouetting and pas de chat and I wasn’t in the mood to breath out of my mouth for ten minutes. Plus, I didn’t think the friction of my hand would diminish that funky and moist nether region.

Already in workout attire made the move fast and to the point. Off with the tights and in with the tongue. After removing my tongue from his neck I went to his mouth. What a fantastic kisser.  

Snatching my hand from his cock he took two fingers slipping them into his mouth. Both of our tongues tonguing my fingers. Returning just to the one on one tongue action he inserted my two fingers in his ass. In a touch reach around move I could barely get the first knuckles in. Frustrated, I squeezed up against him and instinctively he went onto the couch. Legs slightly ajar I maneuvered between him. Now, the full force of the two fingers could glide in easier and they did. Still in a full embrace I was searching for his prostate. In a “come here” motion I located it. Rubbed it and he perfectly arched his back in ecstasy.

On with the lube. Thank heavens for Eros Silicon.

Pulling my fingers out he reached down and pulled my cock up to him all the while in a full on kiss mode. I dribbled the lube onto my penis and his pulsating hole. Teasing his asshole with my cock I could feel it sucking me in. Quivering in anticipation, actually. He opened up for me and I leaned forward back to his neck. God, it felt amazing yet with my face smashed up to the couch cushion all I could smell was lilac. I had to move so I did. I grabbed both ankles and slowly began a rhythmic movement. The best I could do because at times I can be uncoordinated. He let me spread his legs completely apart at a 180 degrees. I’m glad I have long arms. Almost ape like in a gangly sense. I continued the onslaught for a good ten minutes. Working up a fantastic sweat but he slightly opened his eyes and caught the clock.

 

“I got to go back to rehearsal soon.”

“Ok, no problem.”

 

     I pounded harder, throwing his legs up on my shoulders. Mind you, those legs each weigh 60 pounds a piece. These were solid muscles. It took about three or so minutes before I was about to come. Yes, I came in him. We both panted and exhaled and I slowly went to leave him when the levees became compromised. An explosion. Cum. Shit. Breakfast food. All spewed out on that pretty lilac scented couch. Yet, it didn’t faze me. I put on a smile and said I would clean it up and for him to run to rehearsal so he wouldn’t be late. You make compromises for the ones you loved.  

April 1st. 2009

 

The Rabbit, boing boing

It started out as a usual Tuesday night for me, I had just got off work and going over B Bar to see my friends. My friends were standing at a bar right at the entrance of the restaurant so I worked my way in the crowd and staked my claim on the corner, ready to drink.  Before I could even order this cute guy, a young Michael J Fox cute,  sitting on a stool next to me gave me the usual line, “how ya doin?” Well wasn’t that lucky, I didn’t even have to looking around or make the first move. 

     We chatted for a bit, I go to know his trivial details, he was visiting from Missouri or something and staying at a friends in Chelsea, good enough for me.  After a drink or two I quickly agreed to go back to his place and fool around on the couch he was crashing on, how romantic.  Everything was going ok until he jumped off his stool and I noticed he was about a good foot shorter than myself, god bless tall bar stools, it was straight out of Sex and the City and lucky me I got to play Samantha. 

Being the trollop that I am I said fuck it and got in a cab with the little guy.  The more he talked to me the more I became disinterested but hey, he was overly excited and was acting like he had never even seen a tall person before.  At the very least he would be a very appreciative and eager one, which is always good sex. We got into the apartment and in a flash he had torn my clothes off and worked me onto the couch, he was beyond anxious. So he had me layed out on the couch, him kneeling on the ground, suckin and slurpin away.  This was no ordinary blow job, this guy was going to town like he hadn’t seen a cock in 20 years, it was a terrible blow job, he would shut up, kept going “oh my god” “oh my god”  interrupting his already jumpy and and slurpy sucking.  I was fully entertained though, he was loving it even if I wasn’t.  Now what on earth possessed him to try his next maneuver I will never know.

While still sucking me, all of a sudden, in one quick move he was in the air.  Now I don’t think he thought this through, maybe he though he would do a 9 point landing with my cock going straight back into his mouth, who knows?  Unfortunately for me, he had really miscalculated his landing and I got a knee bucking me right in the NUTS!  OH MY FUCKING GOD, I have never been in so much pain. Fight and flight both took over, I threw him off of me and threw my clothes back on, I couldn’t get far enough away from him quick enough.  He was apologizing profusely but my instincts were to just keep this threat to me and my boys as far fucking away as possible.  I ran out of the apartment and got in a cab, still in a huge amount of pain.  At some point I got my consciousness back and just started busting up in the cab. I had the driver take me straight back to B Bar, the story was fresh in my mind and other needed to hear it, how selfish would I be to keep a good laugh to myself.

March 31st. 2009

He Man and the Masters of the Masturbater’s

     I’m going to name him Cooker. COOKER, was the first same sex touch-a-thon I had. I know the nickname and phrase is very high school but we’re talking middle America high school here so it should be expected. I was seventeen at the time and he was sixteen or seventeen or something like that. A faggots dream cum true, right? I hate to say it, but superficiality was the reason I noticed him. He was a spitting imagine of James Dean but with a poor white trash flare. He would give a woman an erection.

     What I knew of him at the time is that he had been working for Taylor’s Garage with his father. A family owned and operated establishment that catered in tires. Point, it wasn’t his family that owned it. I guess he was put in charge of moving tires, like the big rig tires, from one pile to the next. Don’t ask me why or what the moving was for because I have no clue. If you were to ask me what goes on in a garage I would have problems. Some people are equipped with that side of the brain, I’m not.

     He already had major calluses and dirt ingrown into his hands. Pure wet dream material right there. I’m talking about a twenty five year old hard body with the facial features of an eighteen year old Croatian boy.

     We hit it off, the late junior and the ninth grader. What a fucking loser I was. Ninth grade? Or was he loser being a year younger than me and two grades behind? Hmm?

     It was a milestone. This was the first time I was thinking with my penis. Nothing would ever be the same afterwards. Shit, anyway, picture this… Suburban high school dance. Mixture of tacky tight rolls and backwards baseball caps, and yes I still wear them backwards. A remix of Madonna’s, “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina,” with majority of the kids doing that “House Party” dance. You know the one with Kid and Play? The jammy jam or something. Of course I was the only one singing along. It’s funny because I was known for loving Madonna to the point where I would bring her up in every discussion I had. And still people didn’t know I was a homo.

“You’re the dude that likes Madonna.” That was the first line said to me by COOKER.

“Of course I do, she’s a goddess.”

     I wasn’t gay about it either. Laid back and straight foreword. No lisp. No grabbing the other person’s hands. No gushing. Just a straight response. Straight as you can if you use the word goddess.

“You know my sister too.”

“Who’s your sister?”

“Jackie.”

“Oh, yeah, love her.”

     I didn’t know her. I think she was in my gym class or something. My attention span waned as I was transfixed by COOKER’S wardrobe. COOKER duded up in a wife beater tight as any Chelsea boy would wear. If you don’t know the term Chelsea Boy, it’s a description of a muscular gay man that lives in the Chelsea area of New York City and on most occasions is a bottom. Now, if you don’t know what a bottom is, it’s a term for gay men that takes, as in receives, a penis in the buttocks. Self explanatory. If you don’t know the term by now that’s a problem. Sometimes it can be painful or can be pleasurable if it’s done correctly. Milking the prostate too feels nice.
I was taken back. This little hep cat was extremely intense and masculine. I’m not used to that much testosterone especially in high school. Can you imagine his older brother, Tim, who is a tad bigger than he is? He’s in jail now for shooting some kid in the hand.

“Lame dance.”

“You think?”

“Sort of,” in a blasé tone.

“What would you be doing funner?” I just said funner? “Drinking. Chillin at home.”

“Let’s go do that then.” I was quite foreword back then not like I am now.”

“Sure.”

     I didn’t know what was going to happen. I thought we probably just go to my house and I would secretly fawn over him. That’s all. Seriously. What ninth grader as big as a truck would want someone like me?

We finally get to my house and without any notice COOKER begins taking advantage of me. A hand on the back of the neck usually is a sign of submission, especially from him. I went with the flow. Before I knew it we both were in bed, his pants down, and his dick in my hand. That was the quickest I moved with out the accompany of alcohol.

“Do you just want me to finish?”

“Ah… sure.”

“Watch how quiet I am when I come.”

     What person in his right mind would say something like that? Isn’t that why we came here in the first place?

“Good. I don’t want my parents turning on my light.”

Its pitch black now. I stroke his cock which makes me have syphilis symptoms. I say that because it drives me crazy. I don’t actually have syphilis. And when it’s pulsating more than mine. That strikes me because I thought I was a sex addict.

If Michelangelo could construct a perfect penis it would be his. It turned north, was covered with protruding veins, thick, I believe seven and a half inches but my sense of measurement could have been all off due to the serotonin levels. I thought it was going to begin leaking out of my ears. The only sound made was of my He-Man covers being knocked up.

“Does it feel good?”

“I can come anytime you want me to.”

     I wanted stick my mouth on it. I knew he hadn’t showered yet and that the full stench of his boyish masculinity made me hunger for the taste of his semen. Plus, leaving with Madonna playing in my gymnasium sort of made me extra especially hard. I just wanted to have him dribble down my lips. SHUT UP! It’s a normal boy’s fantasy.

“I’m going to come.”

     I remove the sheets. I can sense the outline of his dick. I stroke faster. All of a sudden it spews. All over. The dude can come like something special.

“Let me get a sock to wipe you up.”

“Didn’t I tell you that I could come quietly?”

“You did, I’m impressed.”

     Turning around to find the sock, that I already knew was directly in front of me, I snuck a quick lick of my palm. Surprisingly, not sour or sweet. It had some sort of vegetable taste to it. You know how much I hate vegetables! I didn’t care. I’ll take my helpings tonight.

“Oh, here it is.”

Hand it to him.

“Thanks.”

     He wipes up and I lie back down, completely erect. My hormones raging and in that horny moment I licked the rest of my fingers off to get a taste of him. I knew that was unsafe but it’s not like he’s ever had sex. He was some teen. What is he going to have sex with one of his father’s mechanic friends? He didn’t have any friends in school except me. What am I doing? I sit there with a hard on.

“Do you want to come?”

     FUCKING YES, I do.

“Um, if you want to do it-its ok… it’s up to you.”

“Can you come quick?” He asked.

“I think so.”

     I lie back. Do the whole “closing of the eyes” thing. Pretend to concentrate Scratch my nuts. Waiting for him to begin… he adjusts himself on his side and tries to reach for my dick but grabs my nuts instead. Instinctively, I take his hand and put it on my penis.

“Why the hell do you still have come on your hands?”

“I thought I wiped it off,” I told him.

“That shit is all sticky.”

“I’ll wipe it off, don’t worry.”

     Damn it, he almost ruined my first same sex moment. He begins. It’s only ten seconds into it and I totally could come already. I hold on. His grip. Fucking intense. He whacks hard. My type. Ah, it feels surprisingly manly. Those hands make it seem like a forty year old truck driver. My right hand on the side of the bed, waiting in bated breath to grab his head and kiss him but I knew he would freak out on me if I did that. He would probably kill me. I need to learn not to fuck with people who’ve been in jail.

“I’m gonna come in a second.”

“Ok.”

     That’s all I got was an ok? Ridiculous. I wanted him to grab me and fucking suck my dick or at least fuck me. He told me once he can come over and over… well let’s see this monster coming over and over again. Shit, I was going to come already.

“I’m gonna come.”

     All over him, the He-Man sheets and me. I was impressed. With myself. I didn’t think I could do that much. What am I talking about? I jerk off five times a day. There should be nothing left in me! I shouldn’t have those negative thoughts. I was also impressed by the fact that he got me so worked up that I didn’t need to touch my penis to come. It went automatically. First and hopefully not the last time that happens. A boy can have his dreams, right?

“Can I have the other sock to wipe up.”

     I just wanted to laugh my ass off but I handed it to him.

“I hope you know that you have to wear those socks home, COOKER.”

“Don’t fucking think so… I’ll toss em.”

“Let me do it tomorrow, so it doesn’t look all obvious that I came on them.”

“I’m not talking now, Willis.”

“Good.”

     Who says Willis to me? Anyhow.

“Let’s go to bed.”

     That was it. He turned over and in seconds was sleeping. Just whacking off? That’s better than nothing, I guess. Realizing that COOKER never put his underwear back on I slowly push up against him. Damn, I’m still nervous. I’m fully clothed now. I could sense that his ass was perfectly sculptured. No hair. Hottest ass I’ve felt. Ever. At least he didn’t push me away. This was my first time with a boy and he’s already ignoring me. Nice. I fall asleep that ends the first of my Dianne Steele sections.