Some Time in the Fall of 1963 – John Pt. 01

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She smeared her wet snatch right into my face, her juices running freely. The smell was intoxicating. She was my first girl friend, Claudia. I was eighteen and still a virgin. I was sort of loner in high school. The girls looked me over real good and I heard they thought I was cute. I guess I looked real cute and boyish.

She continued pushing twat into my face, making wet sloppy sounds as my lips and tongue sucked on by her aromatic wetness. She ground away, moaning.

My family was a disarray mess. My father a religious fanatic and my mother worse, they tried to get me to work as a Mormon Missionary. I told them I wasn’t interested. I didn’t like it and I didn’t like how I felt. I wanted something more. I bought a guitar and was learning to play it. One day I came home from school and it was gone. It was their way of discouraging me from leaving the path they had planned for me.

She now pushed it against me, rubbing it into my face as if she were mashing pie against it. It was literally sucking on my face, trying to eat me instead of me it.

In school, I was very small and frail. Initially students picked on me and bullied with vicious harassment. My father, who was once a gold gloves boxer, finally started teaching me how to fight when I was fourteen. I learned real slow. I was too small to begin with and his first few lesson resulted in me getting knocked flat. But though a slow learner I was, once I learned something I became very good at it.

Now she started ride my face, going up and down, kissing me with her hot and hungry twat.

It didn’t take long for me to drive off the bullies. Most of them were yellow to begin with because they were picking me, someone they felt safe trying to start a fight with. I now knew how to hit and how to take someone down who left themselves open, and that was most of them. Unfortunately, that got me into trouble. I was no longer picked on, but for a while, the school had me down as a trouble maker. Fortunately, it only took two guys getting seriously punched out for me to relax.

She was getting out of control and began to grind it again my nose and mouth, the smell was getting sweet and intoxicating.

In all, the best thing was I was no longer as shy as I had been. I asked out Claudia. The trouble was, she was a virgin and didn’t want to change the issue any time too soon. However she didn’t mind being eaten out. Thus, for several months and past graduation, I’d munched down on her pussy and ass asshole at least three dozen times. The problem with it was, and I was becoming extremely impatient with the issue, she didn’t reciprocate. Now matter how much I pleaded, she wouldn’t suck my cock. I would spend over an hour with my face in her crotch, sucking her clitoris and licking and tongue fucking both her cunt and anus, and then heading to bedroom as soon as I got home to beat off and cum all over the place.

She continued to fuck my face, my nose basically becoming a small cock as she ground away against it, and then I pushed my tongue up her anal way, and man was it good.

One day I went to her place and asked her to take walk in the park with me.

She now fucked harder and sharper and it squirted out in gusher, drenching my face and hair, even getting in my eyes. I was thoroughly face fucked.

We sat on park bench and necked and kissed. She said, “We can go do it by the creek. Would you like to.”

I pulled a condom out of my pocket and showed it to her. She opened her eyes wide and gave me a worried look. “I told you I wasn’t ready for that yet.”

“How’s is not time. You can’t get pregnant if I wear it.”

“You’re a virgin, too. I know that.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah, an eighteen year old virgin. Don’t you think it’s time we both did something about it? If not, the least you could do is… suck mine. It’s only fair.”

“A girl who does that is considered a whore. I don’t want a reputation like that.”

“I won’t tell anyone. You know I won’t.”

“No John, and that’s final.”

“It isn’t fair. I have to go down on your snatch every other day. I get all your juices in my mouth, including your ass, and I get nothing.”

“I thought you liked my taste. If you don’t, then don’t do it. You make it sound so dirty. A whore has a snatch. I have a vagina. Now, we can go down by the creek and put a blanket on the ground. No one will see us. I’ll slip off my panties and sit on your face. If anyone comes by, I’ll stand up and it will be just me standing with my skirt where it’s supposed to be and you lying on the blanket.”

“Or I can pull out my dick and put it in your snatch and we can fuck for the first time, and if someone comes-”

“You can forget about it. I changed my mind. Take me home.”

I took her home and dropped off. I was disgusted. I liked giving her head. It was hot. But I didn’t like the one way street our relationship had become.

After that night, it was over a week without görükle escort seeing her. Then to my shock, I got phone call from one of her girlfriends telling me Claudia wants to breakup. I didn’t care. I hung up the phone and spent the rest of the evening watching television with my parents. I was really into a new show call The Outer Limits, an episode called The Man Who Was Never Born. My parents didn’t like it. I thought it was great. I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up and took a walk.

I was ready to head in the house after taking out the trash when my neighbor across the road, a tall black haired guy named Nick, called me over to his porch. I was curious, why not.

“Hey, kid, come over here.” He was about thirty years old, and as I said, tall with dark curly hair, kind of like a statue of Apollo.

“What is it, Nick?” I said. “I was just taking out the garbage.

“Come on over, John.” He said while leaning out his screen door.

I was curious, why not. I crossed the street and he held the door open as I entered. He led me into his kitchen and told me to have a seat at the table.

“How have you been?”

“Not bad. My parents are kind of pushing me to get a job, now that I’m out of high school.”

“Come over here I’ve got something to show you.”

I went over to where he was sitting at the head of the table. He showed me coin he had found in his back yard and handed me a magnifying glass to check it out. It looked like a common ordinary coin to me. Then I felt a tug and heard my fly zipper. Before I knew it he had fished my cock out of my pants and had it in his mouth.

“Nick! what are doing! I tried to pull away, but his tongue and throat had my seven plus inches of cock fully hard and engulfed. He had the whole thing in his mouth and was swirling his tongue around the base and against my balls.

I couldn’t resist it. It was too good. Way too good. I realized I had my hands on his head, putting my fingers through his hair as his mouth continued to bob up and down on my super hard cock.

I knew I was quite feminine looking, more so than most teenagers my age. I looked soft and that was attracting him to me.

“Oh god,” I said, “Why are you doing this?”

He kept it deep in his throat, sucking like a vacuum. I continued to massage and run my fingers through his hair, now face fucking him.

I moaned and thrust my cock into my mouth and throat, soon picking up pace. I dug my hands into his curly hair, holding his head in place as I fucked his face. I couldn’t take it and began to shoot my stuff, spurting deep into his throat. He almost choked but then started swallowing. It was a large load. He took it all. While draining my dick I was lost in the moment, too lost, allowing him to unbuttoned my pants and unbuckled my belt, letting them drop to my ankles.

He began massaging my bare ass as he sucked me dry, my penis finally softening and dropping from his mouth.

“I can’t believe this,” I said, not realizing how vulnerable I was with my pants around my ankles.

H didn’t let up. He kept licking my balls, trying to bring me back. I tried to move but he had me trapped with those pants. Then he got to his knees and easily turned me around and before I could object his tongue was up my butt crack.

“Oh no,” I said, “this isn’t right.” He was in control. His tongue continued to snake its way up shit shoot, tongue fucking me into a raging hard on.

He kept doing it. He was cleaning my asshole with his tongue and I was trapped with a pair of pants around my ankles. But it felt great. I leaned my hands against the kitchen table, bending over to give him better access. His tongue began to fuck me more aggressively, with me moaning and breathing heavily as he dug it in. I fucked back at it, fucking myself on that live wet snake coming out of his mouth. It had me under. I was lost in the nether land of lust.

I felt the tongue pull away for a second and heard a drawer open. Then it was back up my wet hole, giving it a tongue fucking. I continued to fuck back and my dick began leaking onto the floor, and then spurting somewhere under the table. Wow, that felt good.

“Oh, wow,” I said, “I got off from that.” I was still leaning on the table, bent over slightly. I felt something cold and wet on my poop chute and something enter it, fingers. He began immediately working them in and out.

“Hey, don’t do that,” I protested. He moved the fingers in and out and back and forth. My breathing was getting heavier. “I don’t think this is right.”

“You like it don’t you. You liked the blowjob, and I know you liked the rimming.”

“But… oh, god.” Those fingers were hitting something in there, making me want them, “That feels good…but… I’m not a queer. This isn’t right, uh…”

“You want me to stop?” He moved the fingers in and out faster, massaging something inside me.

“I…uh, uh… don’t know.”

My ass bursa escort bayan made was slopping sounds from the stuff he put in it.

“What did you put, uh…uh… in my ass?”

“Just something to make my fingers go in and out more easily.”

He didn’t stop, working those fingers in and out like magic. In my trance, I felt him take off my shoes. He then rubbed by butt with one hand and finger fucked me with the other. I leaned over and put my elbows on the kitchen table. I felt my pant legs coming off. I had no pants on and those fingers continued to work their magic and I was bent over with my ass in the air to accommodate them.

Oh, then the fingers came out. Their absence left an empty feeling that had my ass crying for them back and then there was suddenly more wetness. He added more of the lubricant. Why would he need more?

“You’re about finished, aren’t you?” I said. “I got off already twice.”

Then without warning his head went in front of me and stuffed my semi hard cock into his mouth, once again throating my whole cock. I was lost in a world of lust and pleasure. I suddenly realized the fingers were back in my anal canal, going in and out, while at the same time he was blowing me. I was ready to bust off another series of cum shots and with those fingers doing their walking up my wet gooey asshole, it was really getting intense. And then he stopped and got up.

“Why did you stop?” I said in frustration. I was still leaning with my elbows on the table, half out of it, and with my ass bent over. Then I heard something lightly hit the floor.

I began to straighten up and said with groggy voice, “Are you going to finish blowing me?”

He pushed me forward. I was ready for more tongue fucking. And then I felt something large and warm pushing against my wet hole.

“You’re going to finger fuck me again?” I said. And then the pain and shock hit with his next big push. Something went into my ass and it was too big and hard to be fingers.

“OUCH, dam, what is that! GET IT OUT!” I tried to pull away but he had me pinned in front of the table.

“What did you put in me?” I was confused and scared. He had something up my ass. I think it was his dick but I couldn’t be sure, and then he pushed and I felt a lot more going into me. It hurt like hell. “OUCH, damn! what is that! GET IT OUT!

“Calm down, it’s only my cock. It won’t hurt for long. Just stay calm and relax.”

It started to go in and out. I tried to straighten up and turn around. “It hurts. I want it out. I’m not a queer. Why is this happening?”

He pushed me forward and told me to relax. I was pinned between him and the table. He was raping me. I was being fucked in the ass. A man was using me like woman.

“I’m not queer either. I got a woman upstairs that I fucked early before you got here. I’ll let you fuck her later.”

He kept slowly pulling it in and out, and I realized it was doing to me the same thing the fingers did, making me want it to continue. It hurt and felt good, dammit. I didn’t want to be a homo. I didn’t want to be a queer. But it was feeling good.

“How big, uh huh, uh, is that thing?”

“I’m not that big, just relax and go with it. It’ll start feeling real good very soon, believe me.”

“Uh, uh, uh, man you feel… big. If…uh, you’re, uh… not that big… I wouldn’t, uh, uh, ah, ooh, want a big one.” I realized I was fucking back at it now. I was enjoying this. This can’t be happening. I was enjoying sex with man. He was fucking me, dominating me.

For a cock that wasn’t big it seemed to go on forever. It felt like it was getting deeper and deeper in my poop chute. And it felt good. It felt fantastic, and I was calling for it.

“Ooooh, oh, oooo, ah,…huh, uh, huh…oooh…fuck me, uh, ooh, uh, fuck me hard, fuck me good… uh, huh, oooooh, god…AAAHAAAH, AH, HUH…”

It seemed to go deeper in spite of his claim it was small and then I felt pubic hair at my opening. He was all the way in now, going in and out with really long strokes. God it felt deep. I was gettin all of it.

“Fuck me, oh fuck, give me that dick, fuck me… OH GOD, this feels gooood. Oooh… fuck it, fuck it, oh baby fuck me, baby fuck me…”

“I told you it would, huh, feel good. Yuh like that dick in your ass, don’t you… huh?

“It feels great. I love it. FUCK ME. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, oh please fuck me. Give me that cock. It… feels… like… it’s… real… longgggg, like a snake in my body.”

“I’m pretty, huh, deep in yuh…I got a big one.”

“Huh, what, oooh, god that dick, fuck me, fuck it, oh shit it feelsss, sooooo gooood… huh, uh, uh. I thought you said you weren’t… uh, uh, too bigggg, oooh god, fuck me.”

“Baby, you got, huh, an eleven inch cock, huh, all the way in you, huh, oh, I’m about to pop soon.” I couldn’t believe what he just said. Nobody has an eleven inch cock. He was teasing me. He had to be.

“Eleven, bursa escort what, uh, uh…oooh fuck me. You’re lying. It, oooh, uh, uh, ain’t that big, is it? Uh, uh, uh…whoa, ooooh, ooooh, aaah… aaah…I’m cumming, I’m… uh, cumming.”

“So did I,” he said. He had his cock buried in me full hilt, still throbbing and no doubt giving me a big load of semen. He slowly pulled it out.

I stood leaning over the chair in a state of shock, my legs shaking, and cum dripping from my ass and running down my legs. I reached back and felt my hole. It was gapping and squishy loose.

“Don’t worry, it goes back to normal. It doesn’t take long. Since it was your first, you might be a little tiny bit sore, but I had it lubed so well it shouldn’t be too bad.”

I straitened up and turned and saw his cock. It was still hard. Still eleven inches or maybe a little more. He wasn’t lying. I was afraid it might have hurt me inside. But mostly I was afraid I become faggot, a queer.

“Oh my god, you fucked me. You fucked me with an eleven inch cock. I’m a homosexual now.”

I pulled up my pants and buckled my belt. Tears welled up in my eyes.

“You sonofabitch, Nick, I’m not a homo.”

I sat down at the table and broke into tears, crying like a little baby. I was devastated. I didn’t feel like a man any longer. What had happened made me feel like…like… like a female, a girl getting fucked by a guy.

“Putting something that big in someone,” I said, it could have hurt me. I could be injured inside.”

“Oh, I kinda forgot your name kid.”

“My name,” sniffle, “John.” He fucked my ass and didn’t even know my name. I was raped.

“Look, John.”

“I don’t want to be homo. I have girlfriend. We never did anything yet. I’m still a virgin.” I put my finger against my ass again to feel around and looked at my fingers. I was looking for blood. All I saw was sticky and wet fingers from a gooey asshole.

“I told you I got woman upstairs. You can go up there and fuck her right now if you want.”

“I Just got fucked… with and eleven inch penis. That makes me a queer.”

“No it doesn’t make you queer. Getting fucked in the ass once in a while is normal for anybody.”

I was distraught and totally confused as to what to do about it. “What kind of damage did it do me? It must have been in my colon. I felt some slight pain and discomfort, deep inside me.”

It won’t hurt you. And, Yeah, I was in you’re colon, first in the rectum and then the bowels and then the colon. The slight pain you felt was my cock head leaving your bowels and entering your colon. It stretches through a little. As long as I’m lubed real good, there’s no way it can hurt you. It just gives those inside a good massage, kind of turning them in a vagina of sort. And it doesn’t make you queer. You just got fucked, that’s all. Now you know what it’s like.”

He was right. I enjoyed it and obviously I wasn’t hurt by it.

“I’m scared,” I said, and I was. I didn’t want to be a homosexual.

“What for.”

“Because I liked it. That makes me a queer.” I sat at the table and pushed my fingers against my eyes, trying to suppress tears. But I had to be honest myself. My biggest fear was that I did like it, and I liked it a lot. “I shouldn’t have liked it,” I said. “I should be calling the police and charging you with rape.”

I hoped this would worry him. He sat staring at me in deep thought. If he tried anything, I’d wail into him fists flying. I felt like doing it anyway.

Then he said, “I hope the neighbors didn’t hear yah crying for help when I was raping you. What was it you were screaming, ‘fuck me, fuck me, fuck it, keep fucking it.’ Something like that, right, over and over again.”

I took a deep breath. He had me. In spite of my hatred for what he did, I did like it. I liked it and screamed like a queer slut for him to keep doing it.

“I guess I liked it. It’s so big. You lied. You told me it wasn’t.”

“I didn’t want you getting scared. The ass can accommodate some very large cocks, and I knew you could take it. But the size might have made you panic if you had known. It would have made you tighten yourself up and you’d being really sore right now if you’d done that.”

He still had cock out and was looking it over. I notice there was a streak of shit along the side of his dick. He went over to the sink and got a wet towel and wiped it off. Then he got me some wet paper towels and told me to wipe off my ass. I did and the towel showed some brown.

“Next time,” he said. “When you come by for another round, give yourself a good enema before hand, so it’s not so messy. It helps when things stay clean.”

“Enema? You mean you think I want you to do that to me again?” I was afraid he was right. Already I was thinking about how much it made me want more.

“All I’ll say is, anyone who’s ever had my eleven incher has come back for more. I don’t see any reason you won’t.”

“Well, I’m not. This was a one time thing. It felt good. I hate saying this, but it all felt good. But it was wrong. I’m not a homosexual.”

I was determined to resist these feeling. I didn’t want to be a queer. It was degrading, and degenerate.

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