A Day in the Life of Big Dawg
• 2/24/2008 - Glory Hole in Rest Stop Restroom
One weekend, when I was bored out of my mind, I decided to go for a long trip from where I lived in Lakewood, California up north to a place I like near Sacramento. On my way back, I needed to stop at a rest stop to use the toilet.
I don't like to use the urinals, so I went inside one of the stalls. Both stalls were vacant when I went in. When I closed and locked the door, I noticed a hole in the partition. It was about just the right height for a cock to go through it. Just for fun, I thought I would stick my cock in through the hole to see what it felt like. In no time at all, I felt someone put his mouth on it and begin sucking the whole thing.
I was amazed at how quickly he began to suck on it and wondered if he had been waiting for someone to come in his stall so he could do what had happened to me one time before. That time, a guy pulled me inside and held me tight so I could not get away, he closed and locked the door, and then in spite of my resistance, he managed to unzip my pants, pull out my hard, throbbing cock, and suck it off. Nonetheless, this particular guy was very quick and didn't waste a second after I stuck my cock in through the hole!
At first, I wanted to pull away, because I am not used to being sucked, but I have to admit that I DO like the way it feels, so I couldn't pull away. Another reason is that I couldn't. When I put my cock through, it was flaccid, but after the guy began to suck me and it swelled up, it was quite clear that the hole was a little smaller than my cock. At least it wasn't painful, though.
The guy sucked me slowly at first, and paid special attention to the head, which is exhilarating to me and tantalizes me. Then he licked the underside of my circumcised cock, right at the head where the crack is, where it is VERY sensitive.
Then he put the whole head in his mouth again and started sucking it again. I was amazed at how much of my cock he could swallow, as it felt as if he were taking the whole thing. He must have been turned on, because he began to salivate rather heavily as he was sucking me, which to me, made it more titillating as his mouth glided back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, and the sound it was making was turning me on.
When I told him I was about to come, and said I was going to come in his mouth if he didn't stop, he sucked harder and faster, until I finally came. I was so excited, that when I came, I exploded in his mouth, and when I did, he pulled in as deep as he could go, so all the cum went deep into his throat.
Now I had a little problem. I was now so excited and my cock so swelled up, I couldn't move it out of the hole, so I needed the guy's help. I asked him to get some of the liquid soap and put it on my cock so it would slide through the hole. It didn't work though, because he was on the wrong side of the partition, so I had to let him inside my stall.
He turned around first and locked the door. Then he reached down and gently smeared some of the soap around my cock and pushed me into the wall. Then I could pull it out of the hole. I thanked the guy, but he just smiled. Then, without any warning, he had his right hand on my throbbing hard cock, and his left hand on the back of my head, as he forced a passionate kiss on me. I tried to resist, trying to push him away, but that seemed to make him more aggressive. He said, "Come on. You know you want it", as he kissed me some more.
He went down on my cock again and began to suck it again. I soon noticed that his pants were down and he did not have any underwear on, and his cock was big and hard as he was beating it off while he was sucking me. Then he took my hand and put it on his throbbing, hard cock and moved my hand to begin stroking it. So I stroked his cock while he sucked mine.
When he had enough of sucking my cock, he gently pushed me down, so I was sitting on the toilet seat. Then before I knew what was happening, he pushed his cock into my mouth. I gasped, because it was so big and because I don't like to suck cock, but it was already in my mouth, and I couldn't push him away. He wouldn't move. He started pulling it in and out, in and out, building up a rhythm so I moved my mouth back and forth.
Apparently, I wasn't doing it deep enough for him, because he put his hand on the back of my head and forced me to take it all until I gagged, and then he still kept pushing it deeper. I did not like that at all. I tried to quit, but by now, he had both hands on the back of my head, and he was pushing me to go deeper and deeper, as I was choking and I felt like I was going to choke to death with his cock in my mouth.
Finally he let up a little, so I could slide back to his head and pay special attention to it. I then pulled out and began to tell him that I didn't want him to shoot in my mouth, and he forced it back in and put both hands on the back of my head and forced me to take so much of it that I began to gag again. Then he started moving in and out, and in and out, faster and faster, and then he did it. He pushed it in DEEP and EXPLODED into the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow all of his cum.
He then stood up again, held me in a bear hug, pushing our thick, hard, throbbing cocks together, and began to kiss me. Then he forced his tongue into my mouth and began to French kiss me and he began to stroke my cock again. I wasn't sure I wanted him to kiss me after forcing me to suck him, and after the way he had done it, but I couldn't get away from him.
Suddenly, he quit. He thanked me, groped at my cock, pulled up his pants, groped at my cock again, and then he turned around, unlocked the door, and walked out, leaving the door wide open. I had to quickly get up and close it and lock it again. I was glad when he finally left, and I thought that next time I see a glory hole in a restroom, I won't be so quick to try it out.
The next time I went to a restroom and found that it had a glory hole between stalls, I ignored it. Then I sat down on the toilet. This hole was positioned so when one is sitting on the toilet, it would be right about where the mouth is. Suddenly, a big, throbbing cock came in through the hole. I didn't want to suck it, so I began to stroke it. He pulled it out and whispered, "Suck it please!" I said, "Sorry, but I don't like to suck cocks. I'll beat if off if you want, but I don't like to suck", then he said, "Oh, sorry!"
A few minutes later, I saw him put his finger through the hole. I thought that was funny and didn't know what that meant. Then he put in two fingers, bending them as he put them in through the hole. Then he started to bang on the hole with his two fingers. Then he said, "Put your cock in the hole". I thought why not, because this hole was wider, besides, I DO like the way it feels. I won't go out looking for someone to suck me off, but if he wants to and it makes him happy, then why not? Just thinking about it made my cock get engorged, so I pushed it in through the hole.
As soon as it was through, he began to suck it. He too, paid special attention to the head, until I began to groan, and then he pushed it in deep and went faster and faster, with the sound of a lot of saliva in his mouth, which altogether turned me on. I was exhilarated and titillated. Then as I moaned and moaned, he went faster and faster, which intensified the feeling. I told him, "I'm coming!" so he could pull out if he wanted to, but he didn't. He just moved in deeper so I exploded in the back of his throat, so he could swallow it all.
After he was finished, I wiped myself off, pulled up my pants, and went out to wash my hands. He was still washing his hands when I got there. After I washed my hands, he grabbed me in a bear hug, forcing a passionate kiss on me and began to grope at my bulge, and I thought, "Oh no! Not another one!" But then, he said, "Thankyou VERY much! That was SO good!" and he walked out ahead of me and disappeared into the darkness outside. |
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• 2/23/2008 - My Birthday
What the hell happened to the post on 19 February that I made about my birthday? I posted it, and it looked good, but now it's gone! I will try to re-do it now.
I had the worst birthday ever this year. First, I usually go to the adult language center to learn Norsk—the official language of Norway—on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, and work on Wednesday and Friday, and I was supposed to have winter vacation this week, but that changed last Friday. My boss was talking to me just before quitting time and began to talk about me going to school, when he asked me if I had winter vacation. I answered that yes, I did, and that I was going to be very busy because I had already made plans.
Then he said, "Oh! You have winter vacation from school? Then you can work here all week!" I told him again, that I have made plans and that I couldn't, but he replied, with, "But I need you to come in all week, so I can judge your progress better than just 2 days a week". This job is a job that I have to work at for free to earn my unemployment money, and it is actually a trial place that sends a report to the unemployment office at the end of my three month tour there, that says whether I showed up every day, on time, if I did the work well, if I get along with the other people, and if I stay for the entire day.
Nonetheless, the plans I had made was to have my 16-year old son at my home for the vacation week. In addition to that, since that is extra time that he would be staying other than the one weekend every two weeks, I would have gotten extra money for that, and I was looking forward to it. Now my boss was telling me that I had to work during this week. I don't mean to sound like a crybaby, but you will understand when I tell you just how that affected me.
Friday night, when John called me to say he was coming over, I tried to explain that I would be at work during the week and that I would have to leave at 6 AM and be gone until 4 PM, but he could stay in my apartment and do whatever he wanted to during that time, and that he would have his own key in case he needed to leave. Well, John is what they call a-typical autistic. It's not the kind that makes him move crazily and act crazy. It is more like the role played by Dustin Hoffman in the movie, "Rain Man". He is smart, but, at times, he is very argumentative and the rest of the world is wrong while only he is right. He also does not like change. You have to make plans with him—step by step plans mapping out what you would be doing for almost every minute—and if there are any last minute changes that prohibit you from following that plan, he gets very angry. That is exactly what happened.
I tried to explain that it was a last minute request by my employer on Friday—just before quitting time—and that I was NOT lying when I originally had told him that I would not be working this week, but he did not believe me. He went to his mother, my ex-wife, and told her what he thought. Then she called me and she, too, was angry at me. How DARE I say that I would be with him for the whole week and then do this to him! and How DARE I do this to HER! for she needs a break from having to watch him all the time and she was looking forward to this week with him at my place, so she could have some time off. I tried to explain to her too, but she refused to believe me. Because he was so angry, John did not come—even for just the weekend. Now, because he is not here this week, I am not going to receive the much needed extra money.
I spent the entire weekend alone, and went to work on Monday morning. I was in such a bad mood, I could not work very fast. In fact, I was working at less than half-speed. I am making some kind of filters at work—they won't tell me what they are for—and I normally do 50 per day, but on Monday, I only did 25, which was half-speed, but on Tuesday, my birthday, and then again, on Wednesday, I could only do 20.
I finally told my boss, on Wednesday, what had happened, so he gave me the rest of the week, Thursday and Friday, off, so I could try to make it up with John and get him to stay with me for the rest of the week. I did try but he had already made other plans to stay at a friend’s house.
I was especially upset on my birthday because I am now 53, and I am not anywhere near where I wanted to be at this age. At 53, I should have a wife of many years who loves me, who cares for me, and who thinks I am the best thing since sliced bread—as I would feel about her too—and I should be living in a big house with a white picket fence around the front yard, and about 8 kids playing outside. Well scratch that last part, because by now, they should all be adults and maybe even having kids themselves, so take away the white picket fence too. That should all have been something that has already come and gone in my life. I should have a GOOD job by now—which I had before I met my ex-wife when I was working for Pacific Bell, the largest phone company in California, and by now, I would have been looking forward to retiring in just two more years, since it is a job where you retire after working there for 30 years.
However, things didn't work out that way. My ex-wife is from Norway, and I did not know that America is having a problem with Norwegian women who come to America, get married, have 4 kids, and then "come back here on a vacation" to visit their parents and "forget" to come back. Why do they do this? Because, because Norway is such a small country (in population), the government pays the women for each child they have. Then, if they divorce their husbands, they get 12% of his paycheck as child support money for each child—up to 4 children (or a total of 48% of his paycheck). That is why they have 4 kids and then go for the divorce.
Then the poor father is left in the poorhouse, because the government takes 36% of his paycheck, and the ex gets 48%, and both of theses are off the gross pay, so he is left with only 16% to TRY to pay his bills and put food on the table—and they call that equality for women! It seems unequal to me! VERY UNEQUAL! In addition to all that child support money, as I mentioned above, the government pays her money every month for each child she has.
Therefore, all she needs is one sucker (like me) and she is set for 18 years and she doesn't have to go to work, while the poor father is slaving away at work and only gets to keep 16% of his hard-earned paycheck. I'm glad that when she made me lose my job by causing a LOT of problems with my supervisors, I told her I was not going to have any more children, so we were stopping with the two that we already had. It was then that she decided to go on that "vacation".
Why did I say that she made me lose my job? Well that is something that I don't want to discuss, because it is a very long story, but the short explanation is that she deceived me before we were married. I told her that I had had problems learning Spanish in school, so I would probably not be able to learn Norsk (Norwegian), so I did not want to move to Norway. I also told her that I had always had problems in getting and keeping a job, and I finally had a great job where I had been working for the past 5 or 6 years by then, that it was a job where I could retire at the age of 55 instead of 65, and that I was deathly afraid of losing it because I have always had troubles in getting a job, so I was going to stay in the US.
She told me she understood, and of course we would stay in the USA, for I was the man and she, the wife, was supposed to be the submissive one—especially since I was the one who was working. However, as soon as we were married, she began to complain that she wanted me to move to Norway with her. When I refused on the basis of having such a great job and being afraid of losing it, she began to make trouble for me at work. To try to explain half of what she did would take volumes, so I will just say that she got the supervisors so angry at her that they fired me to get rid of her. A PERFECT example of what she was like is the movie called “Blind Date” with my wife playing the role that Kim Basinger played, and me playing the Bruce Willis part..
Now, in Norway, I have been here for the past 13 years and I am still not working. They have a certain amount of class time hours that I can have, and I have exceed that amount because my counselor has taken me out of class about 5 times and sent me back to lesson 1 of book 1. I do not understand why for she would never explain it. Was it because I was bad? Yet the first time that happened, my teacher had just told me I was the best one in her class! Was it because there are a lot of Muslim women here, and Hindu women, and other such faiths, and because they are not allowed to talk to other men other than their husbands? Well then why did they talk with me, and laugh with me?
One of my teachers kept accusing me of flirting with the women, and I kept telling him that that wasn't true—that I was simply laughing back at those women when they said something funny to me, but he didn't seem to believe that. However, now that I am finally back in school, after waiting for 6 years to be able to go back, I am very careful not to speak to the women there.
Another problem I have, is that the other students have their spouses and kids at home to practice with and to help them learn, and I have none of that. You see, this is more—a lot more—than just buying a Norsk CD and "learning to speak in Norsk". What they want is not just a basic understanding, but they want you to learn how to speak Norsk every bit as fluently as a Norwegian does! I cannot seem to do that, so I cannot get a job here, so I am on social welfare (in addition to my unemployment pay).
So, back to my birthday: I was thinking all this—and the fact that I was supposed to have been home with my son, John, and it was getting me down. Besides that, nobody remembered my birthday. Even my parents forgot—who never forget and who always send me a card so I would receive it on my birthday and even call me to wish me a happy birthday. My ex-wife forgot, and even did both of my sons. I have a daughter from my first marriage, and she forgot too, but I expect that. She is still angry with me "for having to abandon her" when I had to move to Norway.
What was also getting me down is that, because of my situation, and because I am on social welfare, I do not have a girlfriend. Whenever I do find a woman, it is not long before she asks the three dreaded questions: 1) What kind of work do you do? 2) Why are you in Norway? and 3) What happened that you divorced your two wives? Whenever I answer any one of those questions, no matter how long or short I make it, that is the last time I hear from that woman, so I cannot find a girlfriend. I’ll bet I couldn’t even pay a woman to go out on a date with me!
On my birthday, since I don't have my son with me, and since I don't even have a girlfriend, nor can I find one, I decided to walk to the nearby nude beach. I know, it is winter and it is not really freezing here in Stavanger, but it is quite chilly. Nonetheless, this time of the year, I have heard that there are some gays there who use that place as a meeting spot to do their thing. It is a secluded spot in the forest along the water's edge, which is why it is used as a nude beach.
I don't usually go in hopes to find a gay guy for some sexual pleasure. This is the first time that I have gone for that purpose, but I was looking forward to some kind of companionship—even if it meant meeting a guy who would suck my cock. Nevertheless, there is usually always someone there, but nobody was there that day—perhaps because it had rained earlier that day—so I was alone there too. Being a nude beach, and being that I like to be naked in public once in a while, I took off all my clothes, and sat there naked in the chilly wind, and did a couple Suduko puzzles. Then I beat myself off, and it was time to go home.
I was wearing only my sweat suit and jogging shoes—and I mean only my sweat suit, for I was not wearing any underwear, and I was having fun as I was walking along the way, and passed some women. It was fun to see the look on their faces as they noticed that my dick was flopping around underneath my sweat pants. I even had a secret desire, when I passed two girls who looked at each other and laughed, that they would ask me to have a threesome with them—but that did not happen.
Anyway, that is how I spent my birthday. I am feeling better now, but it has taken me a couple days to get out of the depression I was in, and yesterday and the day before, I even went back to the nude beach, but it has been raining these days, so nobody was there. Therefore I had to repeat the same procedure that I did above, stripping naked, doing a couple Suduko puzzles, beating off, and then putting on my clothes again and walking home with my dick flopping around underneath my sweat pants and getting a kick at seeing the women’s reactions. Today it rained hard, so I didn't go out for my usual walk. |
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• 2/22/2008 - My Exciting Sex with a Nympho
This is not just a fantasy—it really happened. The fantasy is that I wish it WILL happen to me again.
One night, when I went to a woman’s home to pick her up and go our on our first date, I was surprised to see that she had answered the door with only her robe on. I thought, “Oh! I must have been earlier than she expected!” and I began to say that I would go out to the car and wait until she is ready when suddenly, and unexpectedly, she let the robe drop to the floor, exposing her naked body. I was shocked! I was stunned! I didn’t know what to do or what to think. I had heard that redheads are different than other women, but I had never—and have never since—met a woman who would do this—and on the first date!
Then she said, "Well, come in and close the door! I do not want anyone else to see me naked!" When I came in, and closed the door behind me, she said, "I am the princess and whoever enters MY castle, must bow on his knees and show me he wants to please me!" as she pointed to her pussy.
Realizing what she meant, I started to back away and said, "I’m sorry, Rachel, but I don’t really like to lick pussy, and if I do, it’s only after we have just showered together, so I can be sure it is clean". She replied, "Ah! Cleanliness! Just what I like in a man! Well, if you look closely enough, you will see the water dripping from my body. You came 5 minutes early, and I was still in the shower, so I just grabbed my robe and put it on. Come feel my robe and smell the fresh soap on my body, if that will make you feel better".
I looked down and did see some beads of water on her legs, so I told her I believed her, but she insisted, so I felt her damp robe and she asked me to smell her breast, so I not only smelled them, but I kissed them and sucked them like a suckling baby. Then she smiled and asked, "Aren’t you forgetting something?" I looked up at her smiling face, and she threw another wink at me.
I quickly got on my knees and began to lick her pussy. She moaned and moaned for awhile until she had had enough. After she came to orgasm, she said that I had passed the test and that now I may enter her chambers.
We went into her a cozy little room just off her living room, which she called her veranda, where she had a couch. She then laid down on the couch, stretching out, and asked me to continue licking her pussy. I did so until she came to orgasm again, but this time her moaning was a lot more intense.
She said, "OK, now we can go to the next step. I like to take a shower together because I use it as foreplay. Does that sound fun?" I told her, "I already took a shower. I took one just before coming here, so I AM clean". Then she said back, "Yes, I can smell the smell of fresh soap on your body, but still, I DO like to use it as foreplay. If you want what’s next, you will have to join me in the shower. Please?" so I said yes, and she led me to the shower.
She turned on the nice, warm water and soaped up her washcloth and softly, gently, and sensuously, began to wash my body, and when she got to the nipples, my cock, and balls, she titillated me by washing me even more sensuously and by using just her hands too. Then she asked me to wash her too, so I did, trying to wash her just as softly, gently, and sensuously as she had done to me. I tried to do it as good to her as she had done to me, and I think I did, because she was moaning. Then she smiled devilishly, as she gave me a wink, and said, "Now we’re done with the foreplay, so now we can get down to business". Then we dried each other off and she took me to her bed.
She asked me to lie on the bed first, so I did, and then she laid on the bed in the opposite direction as me. Then without saying anything, she began to suck my big, hard, throbbing cock. With her pussy staring me in the face, it didn’t take much for me to figure out that she wanted me to lick her pussy again, so we began to give each other 69. Soon, she said that was an awkward position, so I showed her how to allow me to lay flat on my back while she got on top of me with her pussy over my mouth, while she leaned over and sucked my dick. She said that was much better.
Soon we really got into it and we both began to moan and groan in sheer delight. After we both came to orgasm a couple of times, she turned around, and still on top of me, she gave me that devilish smile and wink again, and then before I knew it, she stuck my throbbing hard cock into her pussy and began to ride it. That felt wonderful. Since she had already come to orgasm several times, her pussy was so wet and slippery, my cock just glided in and out, and it felt very warm inside her pussy. By then, the sexual energy had built up so much that I felt like I was in seventh heaven and riding on cloud 9.
We continued for more than a couple hours before she said she had to go to bed because she had to work in the morning. That was the best sex I had ever had—even now, over 15 years from when it had happened.
I never saw her again, though. It wasn’t my choice. I tried to set up another date, but she said she didn’t want to. When I complained and asked if there was something wrong and asked if I wasn’t good enough for her, she smiled and said, "No! You were WONDERFUL! And I don’t normally get a guy like you who likes to follow along as you did for me, and then if I do, they don’t usually please me—or even TRY to please me—as you have done tonight!" so I said, "Well then, WHY don’t you want to see me again?" She replied, "Don’t you understand? I’m a nympho! This is what I do. I like having sex and I like having it with as many men that I can".
I tried to tell her that if she DID have sex with as many men as she could, then she was opening herself up to the possibility of catching something dreadful, such as Herpes or AIDS, but if she had ME as a boyfriend, I WOULD give her sex as much as she wanted, because I love sex too. Nonetheless, she would not listen to reason, so that was the last time I saw her.
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• 2/20/2008 - My Gay Sex with My Friend, Dale
On 23 Jan 2007, I wrote "My First Gay Sex" (located in the "First Time Sex" category), which was about how I had my first gay sex at a nude beach in 1974. This is about a follow-up experience I had, several years later, when one of my friends came to visit me again. After Santa Monica closed the beach for nudity, in 1974, I began to go to San Onofre State Beach on trail number 6, and have gone there for many years since. One day I took my neighbor, Dale there with me.
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My memory is not very good anymore, so I cannot remember exactly what year it was that all this happened, but it was several years later. Nonetheless, I was over at my parent's house, and I had gotten permission from my dad to work on my car out in their garage. I had changed my spark plugs and points, and changed my oil, lubed the wheels, and changed the brake fluid, so I was pretty messy from being under the car, and I had grease all over me, which made me quite smelly.
Just as I was finishing and ready to go for a test drive, an old friend, Dale, came by to see me. He used to live in the house 2 doors north of my parent's house, and this was the first time I had seen him in several years.
As Dale first came up the driveway and said hi, I hardly recognized him because he was several years older, at about 25 years old. He had to tell me who he was before I could see that it WAS him. After we reestablished our friendship, I asked him if he wanted to go with me for the test drive. "Of course I would!" he said, "I came all the way over here from (where he lived. He told me, but I cannot remember…) just to see you!" I said, "Great! Hop in and we'll get her started!"
I drove my usual route, going a little on the regular streets, and a little on the freeway, and when I was driving on my way back to my parent's house, after leaving the freeway off ramp, I passed a part of the riverbed that Dale and I had gone to long ago. Dale said, "Hey James! Do you remember that place?" I said, "What place?" He said, "The place we just passed! In the riverbed! Don't you remember what we did there?"
That brought back many memories. I remembered that day that I took Dale to the nude beach. He did not join me and strip naked on the beach, however. He just wanted to go along to see all the naked people there—especially the girls. Afterwards, on our way home, he asked me to take him there to the riverbed. Then once I parked my car, he asked me to walk with him down into it because he said he wanted to show me something, and I followed him under the bridge, where the street passed overhead.
When we got there and were completely under the bridge, he told me that seeing all those naked people made him horny and he asked me "to help him", as he began to drop his pants. I asked him what he wanted ME to do. Then he said, "Well, if you drop your pants too, we could stroke each other".
Then after hesitating a little, he said, "Don't worry. I'm not gay. I'm just horny, and it's your fault because you took me there. I didn't really believe you that we were really going to a nude beach, but we did, and I SURELY didn't believe that YOU would take off all YOUR clothes too! and now I am REALLY horny because I saw YOU, MY FRIEND, naked too! so you've got to help me. Please? Please help me?" I told him I didn't think I could, because I was his neighbor and if he talked about it, I could get into trouble when his parents find out and run to my parents. He said, "Hell! I'm not going to tell! Besides, I could get into trouble too! Look at me! I'm BEGGING! PLEASE HELP ME!"
Well, I was horny too, so I dropped my pants too. Then we got bolder. We pulled our pants up again, and holding them up to our waists, we walked all the way up to the top of the riverbank, where there was a little cubbyhole that was only about 3 feet high below the street. There, we would be hidden, should anyone be walking down in the riverbed below.
Once we had found that "safe spot" we took off ALL of our clothes because we were both so horny. What made us even MORE HORNY was the fact that we COULD have been caught, stark naked as we were, and somehow, that made it more fun.
We then started to stroke each other, and we each began to talk about ho much we were enjoying the feeling of someone else touching our cocks. Soon, they began to be throbbing hard cocks. Mine swelled up more than usual because I was enjoying the feeling so much. I think Dale was feeling the same way too. He was still in his puberty years, so his cock was a cute little one, but I could feel that he must have been excited because it felt like it was stretched to the max.
Then without saying anything, Dale reached over and put his mouth on my cock and began to suck me off. That felt great, but I stopped him and told him of what I had just done. I told him that when he was looking all over for me on the beach, it was because as I had walked along the beach and walked into a cove where there was some privacy so I could beat off, I had met a guy there who came from out of nowhere and began to suck me off and then he asked me to suck him off too while he was sucking me, so we lied on the beach with our heads facing each other's cock and we sucked each other off.
When we had finished sucking each other off and stood up, he said thankyou, and began to kiss me passionately in a French kiss, holding the back of my head and pushing it towards him to make our lips tighter, and to make it so I wouldn't back away. I wasn't sure I wanted to kiss him. He was a guy! and on top of that, I didn't even know him. Maybe he knew what I was thinking, and maybe that was why he held me so close. After a while, though, I began to enjoy it and it began to feel good. I hadn't been kissed by a woman in a very long time, and although he was a guy, he was SOME ONE who cared enough to kiss me. Besides, it didn't feel much different than a woman kissing me.
Then he put both of his hands on my ass and pulled our bodies tightly together, so our throbbing, hard cocks were against each other, and he reached down and began to stroke me as he was kissing me. He smiled and said, "You still have a hard on!" He then began to suck me off until I came in his mouth again, but this time, being the second time, I don't think I shot so hard. Then he French kissed me again quickly, said thankyou as he groped at my cock, and walked down the beach. I don't know how his cock was small again, because mine was still hard.
Dale was really interested in knowing how it felt to do it to each other at the same time as the other guy did with me, so we did it too. I sucked him at the same time that he sucked me. I told him that I didn't care if he sucked me off all the way, or if he wanted me to pull out just as I was ready to come, but if I did, I wanted him to stroke me off and keep stroking until I couldn't stand it anymore. (That is something a masseuse had done to me at a massage parlor when I asked her to stroke me off instead of going all the way {because I don't like having sex with prostitutes because I'm afraid of catching something}, and the way she did it felt so great, I almost had a heart attack.)
Dale wasn't sure if he wanted cum in his mouth either, so I promised I WOULD tell him when I was about to come. Nonetheless, I sucked HIM off until he couldn't stand it and I swallowed all of his cum when it exploded into my mouth. This made me begin to come too, so I told him and he pulled out, and jerked me off until I couldn't stand it and I came so hard, I almost had a heart attack. When we were finished, he hugged me and thanked me, and said, "Now I feel MUCH better!" I did too.
Then Dale asked me if I had ever kissed another man. I said, "NO!" I didn't want to ADMIT that I had just been kissed by another MAN. Then he laughed and said, "Neither have I, but please? Can WE do it? Just to see how it feels?" I was saying, "I don't know", when suddenly, I felt his lips on mine. He pressed them against mine and put his hands on the back of my head and held my head close to his as he was kissing me.
At first, I wanted to resist, but I couldn't. This was only the third time I had been kissed by another guy—and the second time all in the same day! Had it not been for the guy at the beach kissing me, I would have been repulsed by even the thought of Dale kissing me, but he HAD kissed me, and I DID like the way it felt, and it WAS wonderful and now, with Dale kissing me for my SECOND kiss from another GUY in the same DAY, that was wonderful too!
Now Dale's lips were pressed against mine, and my resistance had melted. It didn't take long for me to warm up to the idea of kissing him and Dale was also doing so in the same great manner in which the other guy had kissed me just hours before—almost like Dale KNEW how to kiss another guy.
I was so hot thinking about that, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Dale backed off and said, "Euuu! WHAT are you doing!?" I said, "Well, if you want to kiss, you might as well try it this way. This is the way the other guy kissed me today!" He asked, "Did he kiss you too?" and I told him that yes, he had, and then he asked, "and he kissed you THAT WAY?" and I said, "Yes, he did". So Dale kissed me again. This time, he put HIS tongue in my mouth and we French kissed. That made us horny again for each other, so we sucked each other off once again before getting dressed and walking back to the car again.
Now it was years later, and again, Dale was in my car again, we were driving past that "hiding spot", and he was asking me if I remembered what we did there. I said, "Yes. I DO remember what we did there… Why?" Then he smiled devilishly and said, "So do I". Then he asked, "Could you park the car here and could we walk down there again? Just to pay a visit there again?" I said, "No, Dale. I'm sorry, but I think I know what you are really asking, and I don't do that now. It's wrong". He said, "Come on, please? I didn't say I wanted to DO that. I just said I wanted to pay it a visit". I laughed and again said no.
When I was finished with my test drive, at my parent's house, I brought Dale in to see my parents again for the first time since his parents bought a new house somewhere else and moved away. Then after a short while, I excused myself from my parents and said that I had to go home so I could wash the grease off of me. I knew that Dale wanted to spend a while longer with me, so I asked him if he wanted to see my apartment. He was overjoyed with that, so he got in his car and followed me there.
Once we were inside my apartment, I told Dale that I didn't want to be rude, but I needed to take a shower, because I was so stinky with grease, I was driving myself crazy smelling myself, so I excused myself to go take a shower. I told Dale to make himself comfortable in my livingroom and watch TV or listen to music on my stereo.
Then I went into the bathroom to take my shower. I closed the door, but I didn't lock it. I'm not used to locking it, and didn't see why I should.
After I had removed all my clothes, and was standing naked under the showerhead, just before I turned on the water, I remembered something important. I had forgotten to get a washcloth and a towel. My towel closet was outside of the bathroom and across the hall, in a little cubbyhole between the livingroom and the bedroom, and directly across from the bathroom.
Without thinking, I opened the bathroom door and ran across the hallway, as I usually do, to get to the closet without being seen through my sliding glass door in the livingroom where my drapes were pulled open. I forgot about Dale sitting in the livingroom. He shouted, "James! What are you doing?!! You're naked!" I became—not really embarrassed—but a little self-conscious and said, "Oh Dale! I'm sorry, I'm so used to being alone when I take a shower, I forgot you were here!" and all the time I was saying that, I was standing facing him, not thinking of whether he could see my entire naked body, or if anyone else could see in from outside.
Dale laughed and said, "Oh, it's OK! Just go and take your shower!" Again, I went inside the bathroom, and again, I closed the door, but did not lock it.
After I had started the water and got it to the temperature that I like, Dale suddenly appeared. He was naked too, and he had a washcloth in his hand. He said, "When I saw you naked, just standing there, it reminded me of before, and I couldn't resist taking off my clothes too and joining you—especially since I didn't hear you lock your door!"
Then he asked, "Would you like me to wash your back?" I thought, well, he's already here, and he IS already naked, so why not? so I said that it was OK. He came into the shower and soaped up the washcloth really good and began to wash my back, as he promised he would.
He rubbed my back gently, softly, slowly, and SENSUALLY. It felt good—REALLY GOOD! It felt so good, my cock got big and hard. He smiled and said, "Oh, are you thinking of doing it together again after all?" I said, "No. It's just hard because you are doing that so good, it feels good". And he said, "Yeah. Sure thing" and he laughed a little. I looked at his cock and saw that it was hard too, but I didn't say anything. I DID notice that it was MUCH bigger now than the last time I had seen him. Then he came in front of me and did my chest in the same sensual manner.
He did not do my cock and instead did my legs, the right one first, and then the left one, and did them from my feet all the way up to my thigh. Then he hung up the washcloth and with his hands, he did my butt crack.
While he was washing me, with his soft and gentle touch, it was titillating me and I was getting turned on. Then seeing his big, hard, throbbing cock in front of me made me even more turned on, I guess because I knew he was turned on, so that made me get even more turned on. By now, I was ready for whatever Dale had in mind for me.
He picked up the washcloth again, began to soap it up really good again, and said, "I'll bet you thought I forgot something". Then he looked at me with his devilish smile again.
Before I could answer, he was doing my big, hard, throbbing cock. Then he did it ever so softly and gently, slowly, and sensually. Then he hung up the washcloth and washed my throbbing, hard cock with his hands--and oooh! that felt GOOD.
Soon, he stopped with the washing and stood up. The next thing I knew, he was holding me tight, our stomachs pressed together hard, our hard cocks against each other, and he kissed me, holding the back of my head and pushing it towards him to make our lips tighter, and to make it so I wouldn't back away. By now, I wouldn't have backed away, though, because I was so turned on.
Then, while we were kissing, he began to stroke my cock back and forth, going the full length and taking special care to pull his hands all the way from my balls to the head, before going back to my balls again. He started doing it in slow motion, and then got faster and faster.
When he heard me moan in delight, he quit stroking me, got on his knees again, and began to suck me off. Ooooh it felt great! It had been at least 6 years since I had had sex from my ex-wife—or from anyone else for that matter—so this felt so great, it was hard to resist.
Dale had cleverly broken down all my resistance so I could not hold back anymore. He began by taking special care to pay attention to the head, flitting his toungue for awhile on the head and the underside of it where the crack is. Then he sucked me off until I came and he even remembered that I like for it to be prolonged until I couldn't stand it anymore...
This time, when I told him I was about to come, he held me closer and sucked me harder and harder, and faster and faster, to make me come in his mouth. When I came, he went deeper so I exploded in the back of his throat and he swallowed it all. It was so titillating and I came so hard, I almost had a heart attack again, and I was in seventh heaven. It felt so GREAT!
Then I took MY washcloth, soaped it up, and did Dale's back. I did it just as gently and just as sensuously as he had done to me. Then I did his chest, and his legs and feet too, just as he had done to me. Then I took the other washcloth, which wasn't going to be used again, and washed his butt crack.
Now I was at his big, hard, throbbing cock and I was on my knees with it waving just in front of my face. Just as he did to me, I took the washcloth and ever so gently, and ever so sensuously, cleaned it, first with the washcloth, and then with my bare hands and titillated him until he began to moan.
While I was washing his naked body and noticing his erect cock, and watching the soap going sensuously down his naked body, I was getting turned on from watching it. There was actually something sexy about it, even though I am not gay and don't normally do this sort of thing. These thoughts made me turned on again, so I had to stand up and kiss him, pressing our hard, throbbing cocks together again.
Then I returned his favor and stroked his cock back and forth, going slow at first, until he began to moan, and then I went faster and faster, until he was moaning in sheer delight, as I was when he did it to me. Then I said, "Please don't feel let down, but I AM going to suck you off, but I want you to tell me when you are going to come, so I don't have to swallow, and then I'll beat you off—just like you did to me like last time".
I could never get used to swallowing the gism. It just doesn't taste good to me, and I often wonder if that is why gays get AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases. I wonder if it is because the sperm and seminal fluid are not meant to be digested. That is why I cannot bring myself to be a gay. I'm sorry, but I am one who believes it is a choice, not something that you are born with. However, I don't put down gays because I know deep in my own heart, that if I could find another man who would stay with me for life, but who would not require any sex more than mutual masturbation, I would probably be with him for life too, but who would that be? I know I could never butt fuck or allow myself to be butt fucked, and while I DO enjoy a good blowjob, I can't really get into doing it to someone else. That just doesn't turn me on at all!
Dale smiled and said, "Don't worry. I understand. I would just love it if you WOULD suck me off!" I stopped beating him off and began to suck him off, going slow and sensuous at first and paying special attention to licking the head—especially under his circumcised cock on the underside of the crack of his head—and then gradually building up speed and going deeper and deeper until I couldn't go any deeper.
Then just as he promised, Dale, said, "I'm coming! I'm coming! OH HOW I'M COMING!" I got so excited by the WAY he was saying that he was coming, I began sucking him faster and faster and deeper and deeper, until he burst with an explosion of cum that filled my mouth. This time, unlike when he was younger, he FILLED my mouth with his cum, but I didn't stop, because I remembered that he liked it, too, until he couldn't stand it any longer, so I kept sucking him faster and faster and harder and harder until he began to moan too as much as I had moaned. I spit out what cum I could, but I think I had swallowed most of it in all the excitement.
Then, when we stood up, Dale held me in a bear hug, pressing our throbbing hard cocks together hard, and kissed me again in a big, passionate kiss, saying, "Oh thankyou James! Thankyou James! I can't tell you how good it felt to do it with you one more time again! I'm SO glad you changed your mind!"
Before I could say anything, he began to French kiss me, just as we had done so many years ago, and again, if felt so good, he had melted all my resistance, so I couldn't hold back. Then just as before, we both got horny again, and had to suck each other off again, so we dried each other off and went to my double bed and sucked each other at the same time, just as we had done before, and then we brought each other into seventh heaven when we came again.
After that night, I never saw Dale again. I don't know what happened. He said he would come by again, but never did. He didn't tell me where he was living and I forgot to ask, and I couldn't find him in the phone book. I just tried again tonight on an online phone book, but I cannot find Dale W. anywhere. On a people finding website, they DO list his name, but several times, and there are a large number of Dale W.s out there, but I don't know which one is HIM—or if he would want to see me if I DO find him.
Dale, if you are reading this, please e-mail me and let me know. I have been thinking of you for a long time now, and my cock is throbbing hard again as I am remembering you and writing this about you. I even had to stop as I was writing this so I could jerk myself off! I would like to see you again so we can have another wonderful evening together, just as we did before.
If you are not Dale, and you might like to take his place, but understand my conditions that I do not butt fuck, nor do I swallow cum, then e-mail me and let me know if the thought of us getting together for a wonderful night, gives you a big, hard, throbbing cock, too—just from thinking about it.
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• 2/18/2008 - My First Gay Sex
In the summer of 1974, I heard that the beach at Venice Beach, California was open for nudity. It was only opened for nudity for a short while—only for about two weeks—before the city council voted to make a law against it.
It was the first time I had ever heard of a nude beach and at 19 years of age, I wanted to see what it was like. I was thinking of two things: 1) what it would be like to see all the naked women on the beach—stark naked, without having to TRY to get them to remove their clothes for me, and 2) what it would be like to remove ALL of my clothes to be naked in public for the first time ever in my life. I was getting turned on, just thinking of it.
At first, when I got there, I laid out my blanket, and I wasn't sure I really wanted to take off my clothes, but when I looked around the beach, and saw all the naked people enjoying the sun, I got so excited, I decided to join them, so I took off all my clothes and stripped down naked in the sun. I could feel the warmth of the sun and the breeze blowing all over my body, including parts that had never seen the sunlight before. It felt wonderful. It felt so wonderful, I felt an erection coming on, without even thinking of sex.
I looked down and saw that it was a full erection, it felt like it was really stiff from all the excitement of being naked in public, and it was throbbing up and down. I was a little embarrassed and I didn't know what to do, so I thought I should go into the water until I could calm it down so I woudn't be seen in public with a hard-on.
Once I had waded into the water, I noticed there was another guy my age who had waded into the water near me too. He had followed me into the water and was a little behind me. I thought that maybe he had the same problem. I turned my back on him and looked out into the sea and watched the waves coming in.
Suddenly I heard him say, "Hi", and it sounded like he was standing right next to me, so I turned around, and there he was. Eager to meet new friends, I said hi to him too.
Then without saying anything, he began splashing in the water. At first, I thought he was trying to splash me, but then I noticed something odd about the way he was splashing. It looked like he had seen a fish and he was trying to catch it. He made three or four attempts "to catch this fish" and on the fourth time, he kept his hands down in the water. The next thing I knew, I felt something on my cock—his hand.
He gently massaged it, and I told him I'm not gay, but he said, "I know, but relax and let yourself feel how good this feels". My cock swelled up and got harder than it had ever gotten before, because I had never been touched there by another man before.
Then he started stroking it and said, "You've got a big dick. I saw your erection on the beach. It is not the longest one I have seen, but it is WIDE and I would much rather have a wide one than a long skinny one, because a long one is harder to swallow". Then he asked, "How did you get it to be so wide?" I said, "I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm so horny most of the time, I masturbate at least twice a day. Maybe that makes it wider because it is erect a lot and it stretches". He smiled and said, "Yep! That definately could be it!"
Then he said, "Anyway, when I saw your dick, I and had to follow you in because I got turned on when I saw your big, hard, cock, and I want to feel it in my mouth and suck it. I want to suck it off for you". I said, "Here?" and he said, "Of course not! We'll get arrested! My apartment is just down the street. Would you go there with me?" I said, "Ok. Just this once, I'll try it, but I'm not gay". He said, "You don't have to be. I just want to suck your big dick. Do you want to feel how good it feels to have it sucked?" and I said, "Yes, but you will have to stop playing with it now so I can get it to go down so I can get out of the water without anyone seeing that I have a hard on".
He told me to take all the time I needed and said he would even leave so it would be easier for me. Then he instructed me to put on my clothes and meet him at the street and he would show me where his apartment was. When I met him at the street, he told me his name, but I don't remember it now, so I'll call him Robert. He took me to his apartment and let me in.
As soon as I was inside, I could see that there were about 3 or 4 other couples—all guys—on the floor having sex. Robert said, "First I want to take a shower with you. Have you ever taken a shower with anyone else?" and I told him no--not even with a girl—so he said that before we got started, to warm me up, he would like to caress me with the soap and make me feel good all over.
We went into the shower and turned on the nice warm water and he soaped up his washcloth and gently, softly, and sensuously, rubbed my back. Then he turned me around and gently caressed my chest, paying special attention to my nipples. "That's funny!" I thought, "When he is touching my nipples, I feel something connected with my cock". He rinsed the soap off my chest and then gently kissed my nipples, and licked them with his tongue. That was the first time I realized that the nerves to the nipples somehow seem to be connected to the cock. As he was caressing and kissing my nipples, my cock became hard—engorged is the word—and if felt like I was getting close to having an orgasm..
Then he kissed me. I had never been kissed by a guy before, and I was not sure that I liked the idea. I backed away, and he said, "Relax. It's only a kiss", and he kissed me again. This time, he put his tongue into my mouth and French kissed me.
I wanted to back away again, but it felt good, and my cock was throbbing, so he had broken down all my resistance. I wanted to resist first, because being kissed was one thing, but a FRENCH kiss—from a GUY—well that was another thing! Then I began to think... I've French kissed several GIRLS before, and it felt the same, so what's the difference? Besides, the way that THIS GUY was kissing me...well the more he Frenched me, the more I got into it, and I was feeling all charged up with a sexual desire that I had never felt before.
He held me tightly a we were kissing, and suddenly, I felt both of his hands go onto my buns and press my body against his. Now, our big, hard, throbbing cocks were touching, and he moved his body so they were rubbing against each other. The feeling of another man's hard-on against mine is something I had never felt before and it felt wonderful, so wonderful, I was beginning to have thoughts of sucking his cock every bit as much as he wanted to suck mine. Then I felt his soapy hands, one caressing my cock and the other caressing my balls as he was still kissing me. It felt great, so I didn't resist anymore.
He stopped kissing me and continued to soap me up from the cock on down to my feet. Then he asked me to do the same to him, so I did, exactly the way he had done it to me, including the caressing and kissing of his breast until he got a hard on, then French kissing him, and then washing his cock the way he did to mine.
When I began to wash his cock, he took his hands and showed me that the foreskin—which I had never seen before—peels back and he made sure that I thoroughly cleaned it. I had never seen an uncircumsized cock before, and it looked and felt different than a circumsised one did.
When we were finished in the shower, Robert took me to his rug on the floor, lied down on it and asked me to join him. I did, and then he asked me to turn around, with my head towards his feet. Once I did that, I could feel a sensation I had never felt before. He had put his mouth on my cock and took the whole thing into his mouth. Then he moved it back and forth so I could feel his lips go from its tip all the way to my balls, taking it all in and then out again and when he got to the tip, it seemed that he was doing something to it with his tongue because it felt so good. It felt great and I didn't want it to stop.
Then I could feel an orgasm coming on and I told him, "I'm coming! You may want to stop or you'll have all that stuff in your mouth". I was surprized when he did it even faster until I did come in his mouth. He kept sucking my throbbing, hard cock faster and faster, and harder and harder, then when I began to moan in sheer delight, when I reached my climax, he put his mouth on the tip of my penis and did something to make it feel so good it was like it was going to explode. I had an orgasm harder than I had ever had before—so hard I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. When he finally stopped, I was panting like a dog, barely able to catch my breath.
Robert said, "How come you haven't touched me?" and smiled. Then I saw that his cock was beginning to get hard as he said, "Please do it to me too". I took my hand and gently massaged it until it got hard and then I put my mouth on it. I tried to do the same thing he had done to me, but I don't know how good I was at it, since it was my first time.
I did the best job I could, working up a momentum and he said not to worry, that it felt wonderful. Then he said, "Faster! Faster!" and "Deeper! Deeper!" so I went faster and deeper, as deep as I could take it. Soon he was groaning and suddenly, I felt the gism squirt out of his cock like an explosion and it went all the way back to the back of my throat. I wasn't sure I liked that, and I pulled off. Then I could taste it as it mixed with my saliva, and it didn't taste good, but it didn't taste all that bad.
I thought, "What the heck! He's already shot it in me. I might as well finish the job", so I put it back into my mouth and continued again. His cock had gone down a little, but when I put it back in my mouth, I could feel it swell up again. When he realized that I had put it back into my mouth, he put mine in his mouth again and started to suck away at it again.
Then I worked on it faster, deeper, and harder than before, wanting to please him the way he had pleased me and he began to suck me faster and faster too.. Soon, I felt that he was having another orgasm, and this time, because I was working it harder, it was a stronger one. Then when he came, I did the same thing with the tip of his cock that I thought he had done with mine, so he began to howl with delight. Then he put my cock back in his mouth and continued sucking me until I came too with another hard orgasm, again, making me feel like I was going to have a heart attack.
When we were finished, and put our clothes again, he kissed me again and said thankyou. Then he showed me to the door, and kissed me and thanked me again while groping at my bulge, and said, "You were wonderful!" I thanked him too and told him he was wonderful too and then I told him how much fun it had turned out to be for me.
That was the last time I ever saw Robert again. I have never seen him since, but even though I have long ago forgotten his name or where he lived, I have never forgotten him. I am still not gay, but I wonder if I had seen him again, if I woud be gay too, for he was so good. |
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• 2/18/2008 - My First Sex
In 1975, I was 20 years old and in my first year of college. There was a sexy looking Mexican girl in my class, Carmenita Vasquez, who sat in the seat directly across from me on my left side. Each class day, she kept looking over at me and smiling while the teacher was teaching us, and there were a few times that this excited me enough that I got a hard on. I didn't ask her for a date, though, because I was very shy.
One day she noticed that I had typed my report, rather than to do it in handwriting. She asked me if I knew how to type, and I said, "Yes. I typed this myself". She said, "It's not very usual that a man would know how to type! Where did you learn?" Then I told her that in high school, I took classes each summer, and I had taken all three typing classes, Beginning, Intermediate, and Advanced. Then she asked me if I would come to her apartment and type her report too.
When I arrived there, I was confused and amazed to find out that she had asked me to come over and type her report, yet she had no report to type. I asked her about that, and she said, "Well, all I have are these notes". Then I began to type her notes, but I couldn't read them well, so I had to keep stopping and ask her what this word was and what that word was, and so on. When I was finished typing her notes, it wasn't very much, and not nearly enough to call it her report. Then we began to study together and I began to type again when we had a few more notes.
As I was typing, Carmenita moved to my side of the table and put her hand on the inner part of my thigh. That made me nervous. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't used to a girl touching me the way she was. Not knowing what to do, I ignored her and continued typing. Shortly thereafter, she swiftly unzipped my pants, and before I knew it, she pulled out my dick and began to suck it. She had the whole thing in her mouth! This was the first time I had ever had that done to me before! Now she got my attention!
The funny thing about this is that all during my high school years, and especially after I got my driver's license and my own car, I was dating girls and trying to have sex with them, but during the early 70s, the girls had moral standards and that kind of behavior—to have sex before marriage—was taboo. I lost a lot of girlfriends when they discovered that just like all the other boys, I wanted to have sex too. Now this girl was the aggressor and I was the submissive one! I wasn't used to that!
I was very shy and a bit scared, but I quit typing. It was the first time I had ever had a WOMAN who wanted SEX, and she wanted ME. When I quit typing, she quickly pulled my pants off, so I was naked from the waist down.
If her hand on my thigh made me nervous, this made me really nervous! I didn't know what to do! I pulled away and said, "What are you doing? and how did you get my dick out of my pants so fast?" Then she smiled devilishly and said, "Oh? Don't you like it?" Then I said, "Didn't you want me to come over to help you with your report?" and she replied, "No. Not really".
That confused me, so I asked, "What do you mean, by, ‘No. Not really'?" Then she said, "Do you remember when we first met in class, and I kept smiling at you?" Then I said, "Yes". She said, "Well, I'm sitting on your left side, where the cutout is between the desk and the chair, so I can see everything, and everything I DID see. I saw your dick bulge in your pants when you thought about me smiling at you. That turned me on and I had to think of SOMETHING to get your attention! Then since you didn't ask ME to go out, I made up this excuse to get you over to here—my apartment—so I could get you in bed together. I even asked my roommate to go somewhere tonight so we could spend the night together uninterrupted".
All the time we were talking, Carmenita gently stroked my cock. When we were finished talking, she put my dick in her mouth again and looked like she was enjoying it. She sucked me slow at first, tonguing the head first and on the underside of my circumcised cock where the crack is—the most sensitive area—until I moaned in delight. Then she sucked me and went all the way down to my balls. I couldn't imagine how she could do that without choking, but somehow, she managed. I think it may have been too deep for her after all, because she backed off and took about half of it.
She stopped for a minute to say, "Wow! You have a big one!" I said, "No. I don't think it's so big. It's only 6 inches". She said, "Well, it's DEFINITELY not a pencil dick! I've seen some so narrow, they're like pencils, and that hardly opens up my pussy, no matter how long they are. Yours is wide—REALLY WIDE! I can't wait to get it inside me!"
Then she went back to sucking me, sucking on half, and stroking the bottom half with her hand, and she went faster and faster. This was exhilarating and titillating and I got so turned on it was making me ready to come. I told her, "I'm coming" and I expected her to pull out, but instead, she went in deeper, and sucked faster, so I exploded in the back of her throat, filling her mouth with my cum. She said, "My! I've never had so much cum in my mouth before! I guess it goes with the huge dick! Oh! I can't wait to feel it inside me!"
Then Carmenita slowly took off my shirt, and kissed my nipples. She said, "Oooh, you have a manly chest!" Then, once I was completely naked, she led me to her bedroom. We got on the bed and she put my hands on her breast. After fondling her breast for awhile and enjoying the feel of her huge mounds in my hands, she said, "Take off my clothes too", so I began to undress her, beginning with the blouse and then the bra. Then I couldn't go any farther, because I could see her big, beautiful boobs just waiting to be sucked. I sucked on them like a suckling baby, thoroughly enjoying every second.
After sucking her breast until she cooed I unzipped her pants and pulled them down. She had cute polka dotted panties on. I was a little nervous because this was the first time I had ever gotten this far. Hell, I had never had a girl suck my dick before. The closest I had ever gotten was when one of my girlfriends felt sympathetic towards me when I pulled it out and showed her my hard-on and complained that it would hurt if I couldn't come to orgasm inside her, so she took it in her hands and stroked me until I came, thus defeating the purpose of getting her to have intercourse with me. Now, I have a girl who not only sucked my dick until I came in her mouth, but now I'm naked on HER BED, and she's naked too, hot, and horny, and ready for me.
Even though it was my first time, I had read enough sex magazines and sex books and talked to my friends at school about their sexual encounters, so I almost instinctively knew what to do and how to please a woman. I was glad that I had read all those books because they gave all the details of what to do, so all I had to do was to remember what I had read and try to do it myself.
I worked up my courage and did the last thing to make her completely naked. I slowly and gently pulled off her panties.
This was the first time I had ever actually seen a girl's crack before in plain sight. I had a girlfriend show me how to play with her clit before, but it was at a drive-in movie and it was dark, and she wouldn't let me get close enough to see it. I had also subscribed to Penthouse magazine, so I saw plenty of cracks before, but this was real, and for the first time in my life, it was plain and up close. I studied it and loved what I was seeing, and I could hardly wait for the moment that it would be ready for me to thrust my big, hard, throbbing cock into it.
I lied on her left side, so I could use my right hand and play with her clit. This made her moan. With the other hand, I gently rubbed one of her breast. That made her really moan. I managed to lean over and kiss her passionately.
She backed off a little when I stuck my tongue in her mouth. I said, "I'm sorry", and pulled it back in. Then she said, "No! I was just not ready for that yet", and then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and we French kissed passionately. She told me that all the kissing, the massage of her boobs, and the playing with her clit made her feel really good all over and she couldn't stand it, it was so good.
Suddenly, she was saying, "Oh! Oh! OH! OH!" and she was getting louder and louder and her body began to tremble and it was lurching up and down like she was having some kind of seizure or something. This was the first time I had actually ever seen a woman have an orgasm. At least that is what I thought it was. I thought, "Oh, so that's what it looks like to bring her to orgasm!"
Then she began to say, "Fuck me, James! Fuck me James! Please fuck me!" Wow! She liked what I did so much she wanted me to fuck her! I couldn't believe this was happening to me! For the first time in my life, I was going to have sex with a girl, and not only that, but she was asking ME to do it! How lucky could I get? I had a boost of self-confidence and rolled on top of her. Then I took my dick in my hand and began to guide it in, but she took if from me and guided it in for me.
It was WONDERFUL! Carmenita had come so hard, she was all wet and slippery, so my dick just glided in with ease. Then, while I pushed in, she pushed her body towards me and when I pulled it out, she pulled away, and we slowly began to get a rhythm, starting out slow and then building up speed. I've had sex with a few women since and she was the best because she moved with me. I hate it when the woman just lies there and doesn't do anything, but this one didn't do that. She was REALLY active with me. Since she had sucked me off, I was able to hold it until she came. After a while, she started pumping frantically faster and faster, and then she grabbed my butt with both hands and pulled me in deep and she started saying, "Oh! Oh!" again, this time, louder than before. This got me excited, and I exploded in such a strong orgasm, I felt like I would have a heart attack, it felt SO GOOD!
After our exhilarating orgasm together, we held each other tightly until our breathing got back down to normal. After that performance, Carmenita said, "You lied!" I said, "About WHAT? I didn't ever lie to you!" She said, "Yes you did! You told me that you were a virgin! You said you've never done it before! And yet you just did that like a pro!" I told her that I didn't lie, and that I had read sex books that described everything, so all I had to do was remember what I had read. Then she said, "Well, how did you know where my clit was, and how did you know how to fondle it to make it feel so good?"
Well, I HAD that girlfriend, who went with me to the drive-in movie and wore a skirt and blouse. Then even though she wouldn't allow me to put my cock in her pussy, she played with it for awhile and when she was finished, she asked me, "Do you want to play with me too?" and then she took off her panties and taught me how to make her feel good. Then she jerked me off while I played with her pussy, the way she showed me and she undid her blouse and put my other hand on her bra to feel her breast. She didn't allow me to undo her bra, but she wanted me to fell her breast through it. Together, we both brought each other to extreme joy with her screaming and I shot so hard the gism went all the way up to the windshield. I told this to Carmenita, and it seemed to satisfy her—for awhile.
As Carmenita was ready to get up and put her clothes back on, I said, "Don't stop. I can come again. Don't you want to keep going all night? Isn't that what you said?" She said, "CAN you come again? You already came in my mouth, and then you came again inside me, and I could feel your sperm inside me. CAN you come again?" I said, I don't know if I can shoot again, but yes, I CAN come again". Then I told her what I had learned to do by masturbating, that if I let it go down for a little while, and then massage it back up again, it gets recharged and I can make myself come to orgasm again. She took it in her hands and massaged it hard again. Then she put it in her mouth and sucked it again. She pulled it out for a minute and said, "Wow! This is incredible. I've never seen a guy do this before. Fuck me again James!"
Carmenita kept telling me she did not believe that it was really my first time, and she accused me of lying. I guess that means that I must have been good.
We fucked each other all night, and I mean all night. We began our lovemaking at about 8PM, and suddenly, before we knew it, it was 6AM and I had to rush home before my dad would wake up to get ready to go to work!
Of the few women I have fucked, I have never found one who could fuck for 10 hours straight. Usually, they go for about one hour, and then tell me they are tired and cannot do it anymore, but Carmenita participated with me for 10 hours! She WAS the best! Only one woman had been close to Carmenita. That is Lee Butler. She was great in technique and I loved fucking her, but she tired quickly. Nobody has ever fucked me for as long as Carmenita and I fucked each other that night. Nothing even comes close!
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