For a couple of months I wandered around trying to find myself. The only time I had sex during that period was with a guy was sitting in the park. He looked real clean, soft. I had to see his cock. I decided to ask. What could he do, tell me to get the hell away from him. At the most.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hey,” he said, “how are you doing?”
“Not bad.” After a lot more of this small talk, I said. “I’ll get to the point. I want to see your cock. And if it’s okay, I’ll suck it. I don’t care how big it is.”
“Alright, slut, get over here.” He fished it out of his pants, and eight incher, raging hard. This guy had let guys suck him before.
It didn’t work out too well. I didn’t enjoy it at all. He pulled my hair. Tried to dominate me, calling me his little bitch and saying he wanted me to lick the shit off his ass, and then thrusting into my mouth so hard that my teeth scrapped the stupid fucker’s cock. He screamed don’t bite, bitch. I couldn’t take this any longer. I had to get him off. I sucked harder, taking all eight down my throat. This put me in control as my tongue reached under and around his balls while his dick remained buried in my mouth. He started getting off. I pulled it out of my mouth let it stream to the ground. He slapped the side of my head and said, “Eat that shit, faggot.”
That was it. I got up and started walking away.
“I should beat the hell out of you, you queer motherfucker.” He followed behind me. I turned around and he slapped my face. My right arm shot out and my fist smacked him in the nose. He came after me and I was all over him, cracking him in the knee and with a flurry of punches busting his nose and jaw. He was on the ground by the sidewalk, a pool of blood around him, mostly from his nose.
“You touch me again motherfucker I’ll beat you worse.”
He found out the hard way that me, the soft feminine looking guy, was one tough cocksucker. I walked away. I no longer desired to suck a cock. That was it. If I wanted eat any jizz I’d have to eat my own when I got off. In fact, I no longer wanted promiscuity, but at heart I was still a cock whore for my ass. I wanted it up there, somehow, someway.
Then, after a few months, it happened, but not what I expected. I was doing a job selling Fuller Brush, going door to door. This middle aged woman let me into her house. I suppose she was probably about forty-five. She was quite attractive nonetheless. She kept rubbing up against me. She got so close at one point I detected a smell. It was a rich and musky smell. I was sure it was female pheromones. She was putting them off and they were making my cock hard.
Her hands intentionally touched me every chance she got. She was too much. I was horny and she was aggressive. I reached out and rubbed and gently squeezed one of her ass cheek, gently and seductively running my fingers across the dress covered ass cleavage. Her wonderfully hormonal smell was getting to me. She was fast. She lifted the front of her dress and she pulled me toward her. God my cock was hard. I smelled her rich and aromatic pussy. I took my teeth and used them to pull down her panties.
It took a few minutes but my skilful teeth succeeded in pulling her seductively, beautifully smelling panties right down to her ankles. She lifted her feet as my teeth pulled them off. I chewed them in my mouth and rubbed them over my face. They smelled like a woman and made me hot.
I looked up at her and she was smiling. Her nice light brown pubic hair and hot wet pussy hole was right above me. I didn’t hesitate. I got on my knees and put my face right into it. I swear I was ready to bust a load in my pants.
I had just gotten a good taste of wet clitoris and cunt when she reached down and pulled me to my feet.
“Come,” she said, “follow me.”
I still considered myself a virgin as far as fucking goes. All of my orgasms had been from those big cocks pounding deep in my ass. I know I had my cock in the cunt of that drunk woman Nick had in his bed, but it was just a dozen strokes maybe and I got nothing out of it. At the very least I was inexperienced at fucking, but not at getting fucked. Now I was going to fuck someone.
She sat at the end of the bed and pulled up her dress above her waist and raised up her legs. I got down on my knees and ate her out for about fifteen minutes. Twice she came in my face. She tasted far better than the drunken whore. Finally she bucked and twisted and drenched my face even more.
“You’re good at that,” she said.
“I had some practice,” I replied.
“Fuck me,” she whispered in my ear, while pulling me up to her.
I realized I still had my pants on. I dropped them to the floor and my seven incher popped forth and bounced up and down. In a split second I threw off my shirt. I climbed up between her legs and put my erection against her moist cunt.
“I’m not experienced,” I whispered in her ear. “Almost a virgin you might say.”
“Lay on your back,” she said.
I got on the bed and lay on my back and put a pillow behind my head.
“Let me do it. Let me take charge.”
She got her knees on each side of me and lowered herself over my cock. I felt something warm and tight envelope it, slowly sinking down, sucking it all in. It squeezed and sucked around my cock.
Her breathing was heavy and then she swallowed and said in a broken voice, “How does it feel.”
“Good, real good.”
She started riding up and down with that tight convulsing pussy. Slamming down on me, almost eating my cock. It was a woman like this who got people calling it ‘the snatch.’ It was snatching my cock, squeezing, trying to bend it. Man, this woman could fuck.
She began to moan and carry on. I felt proud to be able to make my first real lay carry on so much. God was she undulating, that pussy was trying to break it in two. I couldn’t take it. I was so wild I felt like a wild fucker. I blew a load into her and stayed hard. I got her on her back and lifted her legs and sunk my number seven down into her tight wet snatch.
I fucked her like wild and she moaned like hell, fucking back at me and sopping the bedspread with tons of pussy juice. I popped a second load into her and kept it in. I gave her a slow easy fuck as my dick regained its hardness, and then I pounded her again.
Finally she got on her knees, wanting it doggy style. There it was, pussy and ass, smelling like glory, right in front of me, waiting to be fucked.
I put my face down and started to eat her again. This time I went after her asshole. I rimmed her for all I was worth, putting some of my cum from the two loads into her bum hole. I wanted the ass. I ate a while longer. My tongue was gonna lube this one.
“Oh god, that feels so fucking good. Fuck me in the ass.”
Now she was asking for it. I put my penis head at the opening. I knew what to do. I’d been on the receiving end too many times. I was about the put it in when I said, “Get on your back.”
She turned and got on her back. I took one of the big pillows and put it under her big round butt. Then I lifted her legs up some and put the head of number seven at the opening of her anal-shoot and pushed. She screamed and wailed for mercy. I pushed all the way in and started a rhythm and began pounding her. She said this, and it might sound familiar.
“Oh baby, baby, baby, baby, fuck that ass… FUCK IT…Fuck my asshole… FUCK MY ASS…get deep… fuck it…oooh, oooh, oooh…FUCK MYASS … uh, uh, uh, fuck, fuck, fuck…uh, huh, oooh, uh…fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck it baby go, cum up ass…uh…
I plowed her ass for forty minutes, and put at least three loads deep in her butthole. I pulled out at one point and she sprayed female ejaculation right at me. It made me blow my rocks off instantly.
We rested and she made us some coffee. She said she was afraid her husband would show up early. We hugged and embraced and I kissed her in a passionate French kiss, our tongue embracing in momentary love, something I could never do with a male bed partner. They weren’t women. She was.
I was almost to the door, ready to leave and regretfully so. I could still taste her hot succulent pussy juice in my mouth. She suddenly dropped to her knees and unfastened my pants and let them drop to the floor. She put my cock in her mouth and enveloped the whole thing. It took her about five minutes and then my load flowed in her mouth. She lapped it up. What a great blowjob.
I helped her to her feet and I surprised her by French kissing her, taking my own jizz back into my mouth. It tasted sweet. We kissed passionately for a long time before separating to part our ways.
As I walked away from the house I turned around and saw her watching me go. I waved and she returned it with her own. Her eyes were sad with a longing. I knew how she felt. I wanted to stay with her as much she wanted me there. I never saw her again.
It was a slow dead period after that, getting to the fall of 1964. I had no steady relationships. It was too freaky to risk going too far with anyone close to me, such as a former school mate or others from my past.
They shut down the porno theater, raided by the cops. I met one really slutty woman outside a bar. They wouldn’t serve me because I was only nineteen. But I knew that sometimes horny lonely people would step out the door at closing time. She was a drunken slut. I loved her sluttiness. She bent over behind a tree in the park. I put my cock in her ass fucked the hell out of it, cumming in a gusher, and then I peed inside her ass and she squirted it out all over the ground. I left her sitting under the tree laughing her ass off and never saw her again.
Next, I went to a drive-in theater with a guy I met over by USC college; it was the movie Goldfinger, James Bond stuff. We sat and talked for a long time. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I knew I would be too verbal, even way in the back. I took a bandana and gagged myself and we got in the backseat. I bent over on the backseat and he hammered me with his eight inch fat cock for half the movie. He wasn’t good though, refraining from putting the whole thing in me, in spite of my encouragements.
It got close to Thanksgiving time. I was lost. For a few weeks I had to stay at my parents. Man that was a drag. All they wanted to talk about was the Kennedy assassination, which happen over a year ago, and this British band, The Beatles, singing this new music. I didn’t like any of British music, maybe a few. It was softer than the old stuff. It didn’t sound nearly as good as the Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Eddie Cochran. Those guys far out rocked the British bands. None of that matter, though. I was getting horny as fuck. I wanted to go back to that loving woman’s house. But because of that job and some of my paper work being taking when I quit, I lost track of where it was. I even forgot to get her name. It’s now just a great and fantastic anonymous fuck from my past.
I was horny for cock. But it was still a fond memory having Shane’s rod massaging the hell out of my guy, or boy pussy. Boy pussy. I didn’t have a pussy. It certainly was. Guys had seriously fucked my brains out, fucking my boy pussy almost to death. And it felt great. Then just a few weeks after New Years, a cock came a knocking. It was Shane.
I let him in. He sat at my kitchen table, telling me how great he was doing and other small talk bullshit.
“I had sex with another guy,” he said. “Someone I’d gone to school with.”
I nodded. It was nothing I didn’t expect.
“I wasn’t that way until I met you. You made me realize I was. I always thought about it but until I met you, I pursued girls.”
“You sound like you’re blaming me for turning you queer or something.”
“I’m not blaming you. I’m thanking you.”
“Anyway, we broke up a couple weeks ago. He had issues with dick. He thought it was going to wreck his anus muscles or something.”
I smiled and shook my head. I was about to ask the inevitable question when he answered for me.
“He wouldn’t take the whole thing. The most he would let me put in there was eight inches, and usually it was six.”
“That’s too bad,” I said, and got a pop from the fridge and sat down. “Do you need something to drink?”
“How about you?” he said and grinned.
“Me?”
“Yeah.” He stood up and took out his monster cock and waved it in front of me. “There’s a lot of jizz in there for you. My balls are fat and full.”
“Please, put that back in your pants.”
He did and sat back at the table, his face with a big frown.
“I thought maybe I’d use my rain check on that last fuck you promised me.”
“Hey, you walked out that day. My offer was good for that day only. You should have hammered my willing hole then. And I don’t give out rain checks.”
“Come on, for old time sake. Let’s go upstairs and I’ll fuck you silly, make you holler like a cock whore.”
“Yeah, I remember that. I made so much noise carrying on like a banshee slut. I ended up getting myself evicted.”
“Let’s go to your bedroom. You’ve got to be horny for it.”
“I don’t know this guy you were with. What if he had some kind of disease of something?”
“No way, the guy was a virgin. Why do you think he wouldn’t take it all?” He looked at me with begging eyes. “And now you’re renting this house. You’ve got some distance from the neighbors. They’re not on the other side of the wall. Besides, my cock misses your colon.”
I thought about it for minute. I didn’t want to get this started again so I set down the law on what to expect.
“Okay, this is your rain check, our one last romp. But this is the last time we fuck or suck. And before we start, you have to blow me. And before you can fuck me, I get to fuck your ass. Is it a deal?”
“I have eaten my own cum and the like, but I’ve never given a blowjob, and I’ve never been fucked in the ass.”
“Good, I get to pop your cherry.”
“You got a pretty good sized cock,”
“Not as big as yours.”
He waited for a minute, thinking about it. “I’ve never sucked a cock. But I’ll try.” He had a concerned and frightened look on his face.
“You want to do it right here in the kitchen or do we go upstairs to my bedroom?”
He sat there not saying a thing.
“Okay,” I said, and stood up and dropped my pants to my ankles and kicked them aside. My cock was flaccid in front of me. It was about five inches in that state, but his mouth would give me a number seven real quick. I walked over to his chair and held my cock in my hand. It was already growing.
He looked at it, and seemed to be concentrating, maybe thinking of a strategy of how to proceed.
“Are you going to suck it or study it,” I said.
“It’s… got a smell.”
“It’s a male smell. You’ve smelled it before on me when we were fucking. They’re male pheromones. But they’re much stronger and richer when you get your nose close to a cock, aren’t they?”
“Yeah, they are. I mean, it smells good.”
“It smells like cock. And right now you’re hungry for it. It wants your mouth all around it.”
He now had his nose about a half inch from the head of my cock. He pulled his head forward and ran the tip of his nose down the top of the length and then back, burying his nose into my pubic hair. The air coming out of his nostrals into the fine hairs at the base of my cock got me to a full erection.
I was breathing a little heavy. “Come on, Shane. Stop teasing me. Go for it.”
“I never thought I’d suck a cock. I mean…”
“You fucked my ass enough, and with a twelve inch long cock at that.”
“And I still can’t believe you take it all. But I don’t know about this.”
He put the head in front of his lips. My breathing was becoming heavier with anticipation. “Besides, I sucked your cock didn’t I? I deep throated it.”
He looked up at me and said, “But I don’t want to be queer. But I,” his breathing was also getting more labored, “I… I’m cursed with the giant dick I have. Girls can’t take it. And you’re the only guy who’s lets me bury the whole thing in his body.”
He was no longer into it, just staring off and thinking.
“No one will know, you know that. You might even like it. It’s a thrill when those white gobs from a load come pouring out and you realized it was you who brought it about.”
“I heard skiing was fun too, but don’t want to try it, though I might like it if I did.”
“Put it in your mouth and give it a try. You can do it. Besides, you’ll find out it tastes pretty good, and makes you feel relaxed after you’ve swallowed it.”
He smiled and said, “You’re not going think less of me if I do this are you?”
I laughed. “What, for making me get off, for making me feel good?”
“You not going to try to dominate me are you?”
“You didn’t try to dominate me when you were impaling me with that beast of yours. Though it was naturally a dominating thing. I loved it, by the way. Yours was the biggest I ever had. And if all goes well, you’ll have it in me again soon.”
That triggered success. When I flattered him about his massive cock, he became more receptive to the task at hand. He took a deep breath and narrowed his eye, finally opening his mouth wide and taking about two inches into it and sucking slowly to the end of the head. God, that felt good.
He kept sucking, trying to take as much as possible. “Don’t…huh…be afraid… to lick my balls or fondle them.”
He took it out of his mouth and swallowed to catch his breath. He put his tongue underneath my cock and licked the front my balls, finally kneading and sucking on them gently.
“God, that was good. Put it back in your mouth.” He did as I told him. “Now try to take more of my cock. It’s only a quarter inch over seven inches. Small compared to yours.”
He stopped and looked up at me fearfully and said, “I’m afraid to take it all in my mouth. I’m afraid I’ll choke on it. I don’t know how you did it when you swallowed mine.” He was almost pathetic the way he looked, a tall blond haired nineteen year old, probably twice my size, not just in cock size but he was six inches or so taller than me. He looked like a giant on his knees giving head.
“Okay, if you want to take it all, and if you want to be any good at cock sucking, you need to just take a deep breath and send it to the back of your throat. When you breath out your breath with the cock going down your throat, it will make you swallow, sending it through the gag reflex. Got that?”
He nodded and took a deep breath. Down it went.
“And try to keep your teeth back. It takes practice. Some get it faster than… oh yeah.” He got almost all of it in his mouth, and down it went again. This time he was at the base, his lips at my pubic hairs, balls deep.
“You can use…oh man…your tongue when you’re balls deep. Just stick it…aaah…against my ballssss.” He did it. He was deep throating it like a natural, and using his tongue when balls deep to lap at the front of my nut sack. I was out of it in ecstasy.
He kept sucking and doing a great job. Up and down the cock he went. Then he stopped and got under me and lapped from my anus to my ball sack. I was out of it. Down he went again, balls deep. I made a mistake, and I should have known better. In my lost in the ecstasy moment, my cock erupted. At first down his throat, and then on the upstroke he got a hard spray of cum on the back of his throat. He started to choke and took it out of his mouth.
“Sorry, it was so damn good… I forgot to warn you I was cumming.” He recovered and had the end of my cock in his mouth, getting his tongue and tonsils coated with jism. He swallowed eagerly. He kept sucking, almost like a baby to bottle. I got off again and dumped one more load in his mouth. When I looked down at him, tears were pouring from his eyes. He was holding the cock in his mouth like sucking a thumb, all the while crying his eyes out.”