In a small southern town during the 1970's, not many things outside the ordinary were easily acceptable by the mainstream population. Getting drunk was kind of "OK" but was frowned upon by most of the town folks. A divorce was certainly something to talk about, especially when the husband was foolish enough to show up in church with a new girl friend. That foolishness was "tar-and-featherable" and just "plain-ole bad" as some of the wiser old-folk put it.
But nowhere on the long list of terrible things was a boy having sex with an older man. That was just unheard of, even unmentionable. If such a thing were known throughout the little town, gosh, people would die; I mean be strung up, castrated, and burned at the stake. Homosexuality, either bisexual or gay, was just not in the history books or the local newspapers. Gay rights? Sure everyone had the right to be happy. Jocularity was as far as the point could be pushed.
However, under the covers, so to speak, the truth was the truth. There were more and more male youths jerking off, giving blowjobs, and doing the naked-nasty with just about any other male they could find. And I was no exception. I had had my share, my fill, my count of stolen-away boy-lovers. But to this day, I'll never confess to being gay. No way. Bisexual? Absolutely. Today well I think the word is Bi-Curious.
In this small town, when we were about 9 or 10, all the boys belonged in one of two groups. Some guys would "show their meat and get the feeling" or not. The second group, the "or not's," we just didn't bother with.
However, until we were able to blow a load, jacking off was nothing more than scratching an itch. When we could ejaculate, that became something really special. That was when I turned 11. I spurted cum all over that little city and all over its cutest boys and prettiest girls either in person or in some wanton jerk off fantasy.
Yet, the most amazing thing finally happened to me when I decided that I had to put away foolish restrictions and notions such as, "If you drink whiskey your penis would fall off." I wouldn't have been so lucky, or "Your asshole would grow shut if you have anal sex."
So, I became a drunken slut.
Friday nights were free, that is, for high school teens that had transportation, a car, a truck; almost any type would do. A winter Friday night in 1976 remains a "best of" in a list of experiences for a 6' 2" 180 pound 16 year-old hunk. Hunk was "their" description of me, not mine, that is, the girls. I was never hung up on my looks, body, or anything else about me, except my dick, growing patch of pubic hair, and boy-pussy.
The night began with the phone calls just after school to set in motion our activities for the next three or four hours. Jake would call me. I would call Joey. Joey would call Bill and so on. Whoever had the coolest car would drive. My car was never the coolest but it ran. That night, it was all we needed.
My parents were out of town for the weekend, and my looser brother had gotten married and moved out long ago. So, a party opportunity had presented itself. I put on my party best and set out for a wild evening. The lot fell to me to drive around and pick up Bill and Jake from their houses. All our other buddies had dates or were "sleeping over." We three wanted to get rowdy and see if we could invent something to do; otherwise, we would just have our own three-way sleep over, not a bad prospect. At a local liquor store, if you behaved yourself and acted cool, an underage teen could purchase anything he wanted including a pint of Jack Daniels whiskey. We didn't open the bottle until we got to a safe place to sit and drink. Short Creek was just outside the little town with its really high banks and some clearings within the brush. In one of those clearings we had made a comfortable spot to meet for whatever we wanted to do. That night we'd get drunk and do whatever. The prospects were exciting to me, and since Bill was one of the cutest boys in town, I had rise in my Levi's. Bill and Jake were taking it slow and easy, mixing small amounts of JD with coke and ice. Me well, what was left in the bottle, I just turned it up and downed it. It felt so warm and nice in the cold, early January evening.
The next thing I knew, I was in the back seat; Bill and Jake were in the front, Bill driving. I couldn't figure out who the other two people were, then realized that a common side effect of JD-too-fast was double vision. At that point I have no memory of the ride into town, nor did it occur to me that Bill and Jake wouldn't be able to get home? I was too fucked up to care. The way I remember things playing out is still foggy at best, but some of it was funny.
Jake woke me up, dragged me out of the car and helped me stand. I remember all of that. I took about three steps forward and said, "excuse me" to a tree I had so rudely bumped into. That set the tone for the rest of the evening.
After a few unstable steps, my history teacher's apartment house came into view. Not home but it would do. It was a garage apartment built behind the garage, if you will, instead of on top. It was very nice, brick, the finest furnishings, but very small: just right for one horny young history teacher. He was a nice guy, not really sure if I was attracted to him ever, but I always found myself over there, hanging out, smoking dope, and drinking. Oh, I wasn't alone. His place was the teen hangout, a favorite among students 15 to 18 years old.
Bill and Jake brought me in, struggled with me across the living room, and flopped me on the sofa. Buddy was beside himself laughing so hard; he tripped over an ottoman and landed on his ass still yuckin' it up. After that point, I blacked out. But the story goes that soon a whole gang of my friends had stopped by to say hello, drink a few beers, and have a few tokes. It wasn't long before, "fuck with the poor passed out drunk" games began. When I awoke again, I was on the floor, and everyone was looking at me making jokes and trying to get me up. At one chilling moment, I recognized two of the most beautiful people in the whole town. Oh my god. John and Julie were there. The two people I had enormous crushes on both staring at me in my drunken stupor.
"Damn, he's getting a hard on," John laughed and tugged on my dick. It then occurred to me that I was not clothed, not a stitch on my body anywhere. I was totally nude in front of ten of my friends, guys and girls. How the hell that happened I haven't a clue.
"And it's nice too." That was Marcie's voice. Boy was she sexy. The most attractive over weight person I've ever known. She was down between my legs slowly stroking my cock. In my stupor, all I could do was moan, "Mmmmmm." The guys who were holding my arms and legs lifted me up and one said, "This guy needs a shower, and Marcie is just the woman to help."
They hoisted me to the shower and threw me in. I was leaning against the cool tile and screaming something about, "I want my Marcie." To my drunken surprise, Marcie got in with me totally naked and immediately started hugging me. My dick was raging even more now. God she was beautiful. She wore her weight well, her hips were large but very nicely shaped, her legs not blubbery but just shapely and very smooth. Her breasts where huge with the most delicious nipples, and man did she have a full bush. Being a brunette, she was already hairy, but this was really cool. Pubic hair was a huge turn on for me, and still is. These days it's hard to find a good bush on any women.
She knelt down in front of me and started stroking my 7.5-inch thick cock. "Boy, Bob you are really big," she said in that sexy voice thing she did. Then she took it in her mouth.
I thought I was about to pass out until I heard our audience gathered outside the shower clapping and cheering. Well at least cheering. All the guys had their jeans down, stroking their dicks as hard and as fast as they could. I smiled at them and took Marcie by the head and started skull fucking her. John, the drop dead cute blonde haired guy I truly loved, squirted all over the shower door when he saw me thrusting my hips and my whole cock disappearing in her sexy mouth. Bill and Jake were next, followed by Buddy. Julie, the horny and really awesomely hot slut I had a giant crush on, came over to the door and licked all their cum off, then turned around and chewed them out, "Don't you ever waste your cum like that again!" Her, perky juicy tits were jiggling as she shook her finger at them. Seeing Julie's tits and blonde bush for the first time really set me off.
"Marcie, I'm close." I said to my brunette love angel. She immediately stopped sucking, pinched the head of my dick and pulled my balls down really hard. It was amazing how quickly the pressure just went away. She then turned away from me and swayed her back. Her legs were semi-spread and her hairy pussy was fully visible, pink pussy lips and all from behind.
"Fuck me hard," she demanded.
"Oh, yeah!" Bill yelled. "Take that monster cock doggie-style and deep baby." Marcie gave him the middle finger.
It didn't take long for me to comply. I stepped up to her, put my hands on her full-sexy ass and slipped my dick right in. Oh my god did that feel good. As my engorged head slipped between her swollen and hot pussy lips, I felt her heat and tightness. She moaned a little and started to sway slightly adding a new dimension of pleasure pain to my already aching groin. Another wave of ejaculation fell over me.
"Marcie, take it easy. I'm really close." Immediately she reached between her legs, found my balls and yanked the hell out of them again. "Cum you son-of-a-bitch and I'll squeeze the shit out of your nuts! Now fuck me hard."
"I did as commanded. My balls were slapping against her. The full length of my fat dick was slipping in and out of her. My god, how can I keep this up? I'm going to blow.
I thought looking away would help, so I glanced out the shower door. John, Bill, and Jake were on their backs. Each had a girl riding the hell out of their dicks. That made matters worse.
I closed my eyes and tried to let my thoughts drift away, cars, ugly girls, even eating diarrhea. I was searching for anything to get my mind off blowing my load. I pounded her with all the fuck power I could. Her body shuttered each time I rammed my rock-steel dick into her. Slamming, pounding, slipping, fucking, hot, tight, I was fucking the hell out of this beautiful teen sweetheart. Her breathing was quickening. Her knees were shaking.
"Ohhhhhh. Hunnn. Uhh. Huhmmmmm." She groaned. Her head started flailing from side to side, up then down. We were fucking so hard the sound of our bodies slapping together drowned out the spray of the warm water. "Fuck me" She screamed. I couldn't go any faster. Her pussy suddenly gripped my dick so hard. She shuttered, "I'm cuming, faster, fuck me, don't stop, fuck mmmmeeeee, fu, fu, fuck me!"
I felt the juices from her pussy gush down my legs. Her vagina became very hot and slippery. It wasn't long before the next wave hit her again, then two more. The pressure was more than I could take. I slammed my dick inside of her one last time. A long stream of my thick milky love juice poured into her pussy. Followed by several more. "You are the sexiest woman alive, Marcie." I couldn't think of any other words as I whispered them to her.
We just stood there in the shower. I was holding her hips, both of us leaning against the tile. Marcie moved away and my still erect dick slipped out of her. Slowly she stood, turned to me and planted one of the hottest French kisses on me I'd ever known. My head was starting to clear some, but I was still pretty fucked up. We stood there in the shower and made out for several minutes until the water ran cold.
She turned off the water and proceeded to rub me down with her very soft hands. Then grabbed a towel and dried me off. When we stepped out of the shower, I noticed that everyone had moved outside, and were naked, and were blowing a bong. "I'm missing the party," I grumbled.
"That's what you think," she said.
I stumbled along as she led me to the bedroom and put me to bed. It didn't even bother me that I was nude in my history teacher's king size bed. She crawled in next to me, me on my back, and put her head on my chest. "You know I really like you, Bob," Marcie said, her beautiful smile beaming at me and soft very dark eyes gazing at me. "You are the hottest guy at school."
"Really?" I responded to her, wanting to hear more. Marcie had this direct manner that turned most guys off, but I liked it maybe it had something to do with being bisexual. Nonetheless, she and I connected on so many levels all the time anyway as friends in school. That night was the winning level as we explored our sexuality together.
"Sure. You really turn me on. I loved fucking you too. I bet all the other girls are going to wonder what you're like? And I can't wait to tell them." At that she started kissing my chest and tweaking my nipples. Wow, that sensation was totally new to me. My dick started surging back to life and waves of electric heat stormed from my boy-tits to my dick.
"Oh my, Marcie, that feels really good."
"Tell me about it. Now you see why girls like to have their tits sucked."
"Mmmmm. I'm hard again."
Marcie's hand traced down to my pubic mound where she toyed with my dark pubic bush for a few seconds. Then she released my nipple and kissed her way down to my spongy dick head. She engulfed it like before but with more tongue action. She carried on with this for what seemed like an eternity, pulling my balls every time I'd get close, teasing my ass hole with a precum-lubed finger, and above all things, twisting my nipples just before I had to scream in agony. Then finally relief came when she sat on my face, backwards. Her tight, yummy pink ass hole was right on my nose and easy for my tongue to access. But also, her sloppy, wet pussy stayed right over my mouth most of the time. As I teased her clit to near cuming, a little stream of her love juice seeped out. What nourishment and soothing hangover relief it was, just amazing.
But that wasn't all. I finally latched on to her rock hard, protruding clit and sucked and licked it with all I had. It felt wonderful on my tongue, soft and firm. My tongue slid along the side of it, next to the engorged folds of her pussy lips. Then I placed my mouth over the whole of her clit and flattened my tongue against it.
Long and slow deliberate licks made her start shivering, and her juices were flowing nicely. She stopped sucking my rock-steel dick just long enough to breathe and let out a woeful moan. Her body went rigid, trembling, and pussy actually pulsating with each lick of my tongue. Then with a deep sigh, she came. What a torrent of cum she gushed out. Oh, I was nearly drowning, soaking my face, the pillow, and my neck. But boy was it delicious as I tried to swallow it all
Marcie then turned her body and settled on my dick for a nice long ride. She instantly began bouncing up and down on my crotch. Her hand was over her pubic mound working her clit for more terrific orgasms. Her head and long, bushy brunette hair flopped forward, side-to-side, backward, and all around. My hands were on her huge tits, which had to have been double D's. I couldn't get my large hands around them. Oh my how could it get any better than this? She leaned forward, putting one of her huge pink nipples on my lips. I wasted no time sucking it in my mouth and consuming her giant breasts.
As I sucked and sucked I began to question myself why I had never approached her for sex or even a date. Shame on me! That night I learned at least two lessons, don't gulp sipping whiskey and don't assume a girl is not hot just because of her appearance. She was hot! And I was hoping she would see me again for a long time to come.
I was holding fine, but she as obviously tiring and become sensitive from so many orgasms. I stopped counting at 14; that's when she started working my balls. Rubbing, holding, caressing, she had reached around behind her and was manipulating my manhood and ass hole. The pressure was building.
"Come on baby. Cum inside of me. Push it deeper, deeper, fuck me, fuck me." She kept repeating over and over in some sort of pot-induced trance. "Come on sweetie, you hot hunk, fuck me, Oh God^Åreally fuck me. Harder, Bob. Faster, I'm Cummm, mmmmm, min, ming." Marcie and I were bouncing completely off the bed as our bodies slapped and slammed together. Her moans grew wilder; her head was down, her tits swaying with our fucking rhythm. I finally felt the damn break; I could hold on no longer. As my back arched from the intense beginnings of an orgasm, Marcie's pussy began to spasm; she screamed with delight. It was so damned tight and kind of vibrating. My teeth clinched, dick raw, pressure still building.
"I'm cuming, Marcie!" I said through clenched teeth. It was again one long stream of cum, filling her, making my lover, throw her head back, "I feel you, Bob. Hot. Hot. Mmmmmm," she muttered.
Marcie collapsed forward on my chest, and I instantly hugged her and started kissing her. She rolled to her side and we kissed and kissed. I was hopelessly in love with this beautiful full-sized honey.
"Marcie," I asked her, "Will you go out with me tomorrow?"
"Like you really have a choice? You're mine, Bob. No doubt about. You can just tell all your fuck-buddies `later, dudes'."
I snuggled against her back, and we drifted to sleep totally forgetting where we were.
I awoke to the overwhelming sensation that I was about to cum. My god, it felt good. I reached down to feel Marcie's soft skin and hair. The bedside clock showed a large red "3 AM." It wasn't Marcie. But the sensations were so strong that I just didn't care. Whoever it was had short hair and^Åbeard stubble?
"Buddy?" I asked.
"Hm huh." He grunted knowing it wasn't polite to talk with a full mouth.
"Oh my god this feels good. Don't Stop," I blurted out. He started taking me deeper with longer and slower motions. All the while his tongue was flattened, hot, and massaging my engorged dick. "Ahhhhh, Ohhhhhh," I moaned and groaned. "I'm very close."
It was then that he stopped, got up and left the room for a second and returned with a tube of lube. My heart skipped a beat, "him or me" I thought. "Who's getting fucked?"
In short, my question was answered as he lubed up his really long, thick dick and put me in missionary position. With his knees and thighs around my hips, I felt him spread my cheeks just a little then position his engorged and very large dick head against my hole. Immediately it hurt. I winched at the pain, and he relaxed the pressure, then he slowly started penetrating and releasing. The pain was starting to ease, and I began to work my hips a little to accommodate him.
"Mmmmmm. Tighter than pussy. Yeah, move those sexy hips." He said.
Buddy was apparently an expert at this; it had me in an awesome state of mind, sexy, desperate, and willing. Wow, so much sex in one night. His engorged head began to stretch my ring and he wasn't releasing the pressure, pushing, jabbing. He was nearly in.
"Not yet," I whispered, moaning, and sighing as he pulled out a little. I positioned my ass, so that I was further up his abdomen, me still on my back, him kneeling and his thighs around me. I wanted to control his penetration into my boy pussy. I began to lift and settle, lift and settle, again, and again, going down on his thick 8 inches of manly cock. It was stretching my asshole, slowly, creating great waves of pleasure as it went slightly deeper and deeper.
Then finally, with a deep breath and my fingers working my nipples, I felt the head of his dick push passed my ring muscle. I held it there for a few seconds, and then settled all the way down on his huge thick dick; it slid passed my prostate gland as he penetrated me. That was just the feeling I wanted, prostate stimulation. It felt good and weird, as if your balls were about to be crammed out the tip of your dick. My own dick felt like it had swelled even bigger as his forceful-shaft created even more pressure inside of me. I fucked him for about 2 minutes in this position, slipping my boy-pussy up and down his shaft. He soon took control, put a pillow under my ass, and started to fuck me. I hooked my legs around him and he settled on top of me, fucking me with long, long, slow, slow strokes like a big man can.
"Perfect," I thought. I compared this fuck session to Jake's. Jake, though a hell of a lot cuter, was short 5'5" and had about a 5-inch dick that was kind of thick, very nice and sexy. Buddy, like me, was about 6'3" with three more inches of dick and could really missionary-fuck me a lot better. We continued this for what seemed forever, not wanting it to end. With each twist of my nipples, my dick would throb as I tried to time the tweaks with the penetration of this huge and awesome dick. So much precum was oozing out of me that my dick slipped and slid between our abdomens. Buddy's head was next to mine, his arms around my shoulders. Still he fucked me, fucked me, and fucked me. He started licking my neck and nibbling my ear lobes. My hands explored his smooth back, his strong 24 year-old-arms, his fuzzy bubble-butt, and his tight asshole.
"You're fucking me so good, Buddy. It feels really nice. Push in and hold it there." I whispered to him. As he did, I squeezed his dick several times with my ass hole, letting it throb around and grasp his massive steel-hard rod. He started breathing faster, letting out little moans, trying keeping in rhythm with my flexing ass hole.
Suddenly his dick swelled and I felt very tight stretching in my ass. Oh it felt so good. He was going to cum. "Cum Buddy. Fill my hot teenage ass with your man juice. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck ME!"
He started pounding me hard and tried to lift up on his arms, but I wouldn't let him. My own dick was rock hard, caressed between us with each deep thrust of his dick and ready to blow.
"Faster, Buddy. Harder. Deeper. I'm cuming, Buddy. Fuck me Please!" I said in a breathy voice, hardly able to speak. My own hip motions were matching his thrusts. We were locked into a passionate fuck session that was exploding. He growled.
"I'm cuming, Bob. Oh My god, I'm cuming in your hot tight ass. You are so good looking. I'm fucking you, fucking, fuck, fu. You are so cute, so hot. I've wanted you for so long. OHHHH! Mmmmm! Fuck fuc, fu, fu."
I felt his super dick swell some more then HOT! His cum was filling my insides. He kept twitching, like his orgasm had no end. My own dick was twitching and throbbing as my hot cum flooded my chest in a sticky pool. Then silence and collapse. We both were trying to gasp for breath. He lifted his head slight and just started kissing me a couple of pecks then full-out tongue. I'd never kissed a guy like this before, but it wasn't that bad. Not bad at all.
Buddy scooted down my body and licked my sticky cum from my chest, abdomen, and dick then proceeded to my ass where he cleaned me with a towel.
"Wow. That was hot, Bob. You really are a good fuck."
"That was the best fuck my ass has ever had, Buddy. You can have it anytime you want it. Shall we go again in the morning?"
"Sure, if we can wait that long. But I might have to ask Marcie's permission."
"Where is Marcie?" I asked.
"Right there next to you where she's been all along." He said with a big smile on his face. "I watched you two make incredible love. You guys belong together. Take good care of her, Bob. Now, I'll leave you two alone."
I rolled over and hugged her, my hand searched out her breasts. Ah, she felt so nice, soft, and was mine. I kissed her behind her sweet ear, "I love you Marcie." She held my hand against her breast and in a sleepy voice said, "Me too." I couldn't believe it. I finally got a hot girl friend and a teacher "with extra credit."
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