Unforgettable Sexual Encounters
Lessons Learned and Pleasure Found
I got tangled up in literally hundreds of sexual capers as a bisexual guy throughout my 20s and 30s, and as a writer I journaled constantly.
I wrote down everything I and people around me did, including this one. Still have the notebook.
In my state, 25 miles from my home city, we have a gay beach, a gay campground with an outdoor pool, a huge gay resort with an outdoor pool. Also there is an enormous dunes area above the gay beach which has been (for 100 years) and still is notorious for gay sexual activity….I was 24 when this happened.
I got into exhibitionism mainly because I was silly and also my vanity. Guys (and my Mother!) told me I was nice-looking. I was slender, had a mop of light brown hair, had what I was told often was a great ass. One boyfriend told me my bottom was “on the slender side of a bubble.” I was born with zero body hair and stayed that way. My pubes were so wispy
I just kept ’em shaved, something not many guys did. I had a nice circumcised penis, a respectable 7″ when provoked. Just nice. A couple guys said my equipment was “pretty.” What I’m saying is, if I was fat, hairy and ugly, I never would have gotten into exhibitionism. But I wasn’t, and I did. I guess I should mention I was a ‘smooth bottom’ and always submissive sexually. It was never like role-playing or any of that nonsense. It’s just who I was, since the age of 13.
At 20 I found an adult lingerie store and began collecting tiny little g-strings for men. The pouches were made of seamless nylon or lycra, the strings nearly non-existent, only 1/8″ wide. I loved these things and every summer I spent every available minute at the gay pools, beach or campground. I loved being seen wearing a string, my shades and nothing else! Not only that, but I had sex in these public settings many, many times in front of others.
I was even fucked in public in front of men and women on several occasions, in the dunes, in the resort pool, at the side of the campground pool (twice) and elsewhere including one time in the basement bar at the big resort/club. I was in an amateur strip contest with a professional stripper. Me and him weren’t drunk, but the crowd was, it was in the wee hours, things got very crazy etc…….
The incident I chronicled was unique because I was alone at first and it was unexpected. I was 24 when this happened.
I had discovered a delicious little game. The gay beach was actually the north end of a large public beach. With no borders or fences, “normal” people, straights and families, unawares often drifted over into “our” area. The whole place had a huge parking lot with two long parallel grids. It was like a one-way street.
You drove down the length of the back grid, made a hairpin turn at the north (gay) end, drove back towards the entrance along the sand. On this day I had my car angle-parked by the sand. There were plenty of people around but I was loitering in the parking lot by my car. It was a fun game. Wearing my teeny string (almost nothing), I’d check out my ass in my car windows. A sunny, hot day, I looked GREAT. My bare bottom out there in the sunshine! It turned me on.
I could see cars approaching. I had my trunk open and as a car made that turn they’d roll slowly by right next to me. I’d pretend to mess with something in my trunk and bend over, or walk around a bit. Not knowing who was in the cars, or what their reaction would be was thrilling! Gay folks would smile, stare pleasantly, or whistle…others would just LOOK. It was legal exhibitionism and I just loved it. My penis would swell in this tight pouch and you could clearly see the shape and definition of the head and shaft….thanks Mom and Dad for the circumcision! When cars weren’t there I’d preen in the windows and admire myself….
So I was playing my little sexy game. There were gay guys over there like always and quite a few regular folk a little further over, maybe 60, 70 feet away. This little convertible comes along and angle parks right next to the driver’s side of my car. There was a lone guy at the wheel, sort of handsome/strange looking, probably late 30s, dark hair and eyes, wearing just jean shorts. He’s staring at me of course. I thought, whatever, odd in the whole place he parks here…anyway I just flitted about as usual. Pretended to need something from my driver’s seat. I’m letting him get a good look. He said something I didn’t catch, so leaned towards him a bit. “What?”
He’s staring at me. “Take that thing off.”
Just like that, like an order! Well, it took awhile but he talked me into it. I grabbed a little white towel from my gear and wrapped it around my waist.
He says “Show me your ass.” So I did, if there wasn’t a car coming, I’d scan around and then let him see, holding the towel in front. I even sat down for a minute on top of his passenger door!
Remember there were people, not gay people, just over there across the sand, so it was pretty risky.
Then he wanted to see my penis. I stood close by his car, opened the towel and let him look. I had a semi-erection. He goes “Make it hard.” So……when I thought the moments were right, I touched myself for him and had a full erection pretty fast. A car would come along, I’d cover up and do it again. My dick out there in the sunshine. No longer legal activity…..Staring at my penis, he said “Baby,” undid his shorts and shoved them down. His cock looked like it came from a horse, and he began slowly stroking himself! He was saying dirty stuff. Then he said “You got a dildo?”
Actually……yeah, I did, in one of my bags. I said Yeah, why?
“I wanna see you fuck yourself with it. Right here.”
I said No way. “I don’t wanna get busted.”
He just stares at me, stroking his dick, never breaks his gaze. It was bizarre. He was kinda sinister. He says “Fuck your ass with your big dildo so I can see.”
I said no, he persisted, but I wouldn’t. Cars came along and I’m standing there with an erection and this little towel around me. It was very exciting.
Then he motioned towards the beach with his chin. “Go over there where I can see you and jack off.” Clearly he was an exhibitionist too, and was daring me.
Again I said no. He wanted me to walk over onto the sand, and masturbate 10 feet closer to where all these people were! He said stuff like “Go on. You won’t get caught. Go out there, jack off so I can see.”
I’m afraid that I started falling into my submissive psyche. Something about his eyes and his voice, his unblinking staring started getting to me. He was telling me what to do and slowly escalating things. He kept up a patter, saying dirtier and dirtier things that shocked even me. My erection felt like steel.
So…….I did walk out onto the beach for him. He had an unobstructed view from an angle. I got down on my hands and knees, facing the water and all these people, arched my back and gave him see 10, 15-second shots of my ass and anus. Again he said “Baby,” but this isn’t what he wanted.
“Masturbate so I can see. Go on. Jack off for me.”
Out in the open like this, I had nothing to hide behind or shield myself with. Also I could no longer see if cars were coming into the lot! That control was gone. If a car came along, made that turn and passed behind him, they’d have a clear view of me. Even with the towel, with no beach blanket or gear, I’d look very suspicious.
But……….I turned around on my knees and did open the towel, my rear end covered, and played with myself. This guy said “Yesssss,” but then upped the ante yet again. “Drop the towel. Show ’em your ass! Jack off for me! Go on, drop the towel!”
I said something that showed I was really falling into a spell. “No, sir….”
It was obvious from his body movements what he was doing with himself, and he just kept on and on with these orders. I was masturbating more and more for him with the towel open. He then began using the word “Orgasm.” “Lemmee see you orgasm. Drop your towel! Masturbate for me! Show ’em your ass!”
It was like I was hypnotized. I held the towel over my behind. I’d look over my shoulder and jeez, these people were right over there. I could even hear what they were saying! I didn’t even glance over to see if the gay men were seeing this, which I know some of them HAD to be. I’d only scan the regular folk and they just seemed REALLY close. They were only 50 feet away!
This guy never broke his dark, commanding stare. “Drop the towel, baby. Do it for me. Show ’em your ass. Masturbate! Orgasm for me! Let’s see you come. Drop the towel!”
I was really struggling to stroke my erection, let him see me doing it and hold the towel over my ass with one hand. A car came along. It felt like I was losing control of myself totally, but I managed to cover up in the nick of time. A family in a sedan went by and looked at me with wide eyes. My guy was oblivious to this. Bam, I’m stroking again and he added one word that upped the ante yet again. “Get naked! Get naked baby! Show ’em your asshole! Don’t stop! Keep jacking! Drop the towel! GO ON.”
This whole process had taken about 25 minutes and at this point (it’s hard to explain unless you’ve done sex as a submissive) I’d fallen hard into my ‘zone’, a place of total sexual abandon when doing as you’re told sends your arousal into the stars! Me and him were, for me, a dangerous combination. Longing for the ultimate thrill makes a guy like me do anything, debase myself, take chances as long as I’m appreciated and orgasms are imminent…….
He never let me even catch my breath! “Get naked! Show ’em your ass! Keep masturbating, don’t stop! Drop the towel!”
My back was arched, knees very wide apart, my left hand is dancing with my penis and I let the towel just fall away. There I was masturbating in the open on the beach with my bottom up in the air and this guy goes “Yesssssss! Come for me, baby! Jack that cock! Let everyone see that ass!” It was SURREAL. I was moaning, I was more turned on that I’d ever been, this was the most amazing exhibitionist thing I’d ever done.
I saw a car coming along, I didn’t care. I only listened to his orders. I can’t put into words how my body felt out there in the sunshine doing this EXTREME sex act. It’s like the warm air was caressing every inch of my skin. He’s saying obscene things, he thinks I’m beautiful and I FELT beautiful. The car made the turn, disappeared behind the convertible and came up, it’s windows were down and there was a woman behind the wheel. She looked right at me, her mouth wide open, and she braked!
I’m sure she heard my Master’s words, telling me “Orgasm, baby! Orgasm! They see your ass! Mas-tur-BATE!” I looked back and saw two couples coming towards me diagonally, but I didn’t care anymore. I’d do ANYTHING he asked. I distinctly remember seeing the woman stopped in the car, these people behind me coming closer and just throwing my head around so I could face my Master and hear him say “Come for me! Bay-beeeee!” I MOANED and saw the lady watching me in shock as I came and came and came……
“Yessssss! COME Bay-beee, COME!”
It took probably a good 45 seconds to come. Like a total loon I even dropped down on my elbows, face on my arm and let my orgasm subside, and milked the last semen out of me, base to tip, base to tip……
Then it was like waking up from a deep sleep. Suddenly I was aware of things and covered up. I jumped up, turned and these four people were 25 feet away, walking towards me. They hadn’t looked over, that’s all. If they had they would’ve seen everything! They just didn’t happen to turn their faces in my direction…..and the lady’s car was gone.
Back at my car, I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on fast. I didn’t know if that lady was going to report me, if the gay guys would report me….I glanced into the convertible and this guy is sitting there looking very satisfied. His horse dick is wilted and he’s dabbing it with a towel. He got what he wanted.
I drove straight home. My afternoon doing fun harmless exhibitionism, now turned criminal, was ruined.
But nothing ever happened. I was left scribbling down a “today I shocked myself” journal entry, and a memory of 40 minutes forever seared into my brain.
The following also happened in the summer of 1989, at the gay campground. I guess I can say, these things all happened in Saugatuck, Michigan, and this campground still exists, it’s about 12 miles south of town in the woods and must be 100s of acres. At 24 I owned a little RV that I usually used. This particular weekend I just had my big dome tent.
One thing I wanna mention because my vanity demands it; all those years as a crazily active bi guy, being a bottom I kept myself supplied with Fleet enemas and used them (2 in a row always) whenever I thought “things” might happen. I was almost OCD about cleanliness. Before and during sex capers I kept my backside spotless and my rectum clean as a whistle. I was a clean, clean person. For me hygiene was very important and if a guy put moves on me who I thought wasn’t clean I’d literally push him away. Lots of gay and bi guys used enemas and plenty of lube, I wasn’t the only one, please don’t judge me too harshly thank you.
At the campground there was/is a men’s area on the west side and a women’s area on the east side. I believe the main, open men’s camp area was called the Horseshoe. I had tons of experiences there and loved walking around in my little strings. I wasn’t the only one, I saw other guys doing pretty crazy stuff. I never saw anyone having intercourse in plain sight, but twice as I walked the path I came upon naked men sitting in lawn chairs casually masturbating, loud sex going on in tents, guys wearing women’s things, saw a guy doing that in high heels, saw other fit young guys wearing jockstraps and thongs. And as always, guys wearing leather thongs, chaps, straps, all that bondage stuff which wasn’t my thing.
I just liked to show off my clean, hairless slim body in a g-string and give everyone great views of my bare “slender bubble” bottom. It was SO much fun. Another thing I noticed about the Horseshoe was that quite often, gay women would come strolling through in pairs or groups. They’d walk the whole half-circle path and observe the silly boys doing all their silly things. Quite often I’d be lying on my blankie outside my tent, ass shining in the sun and girls would stop and chat with me and smile, etc. I loved it and loved women too. Us guys NEVER went strolling over into the women’s area. We were all way too chicken for that.
This thing happened on July 4th weekend, 1989 and I was camped there for 3 days. This was a major holiday there. It was sunny and hot thank goodness, I was horny as always, near-naked all the time and ready for anything. I didn’t drink much but I put a cooler with ice outside my tent, filled with wine coolers for hospitality reasons. My campsite was right there out in the open, no hedges or trees. There was an unused fire pit and a picnic table, my blankies on the ground and a little radio. All I needed! My tanning oil beside me, and tucked under the edge of the blankie…..little bottle of lube. If I went walking anywhere I carried a towel and the lube, hidden in my hand. Lots of guys kept lube; it was sold in the camp store.
The whole campground was mobbed with people, you could constantly hear the music and crowd noise from the pool area. I was on my belly on my blankie in front of my tent when 2 gals came along, they were my age, one was small and brown-haired and quite cute, the other was stockier, short blond hair, a bit rougher. Lesbians, really nice and friendly. They stopped and chatted with me about the campground and the goings-on. I always felt the women who came over among us were nicer, more open and outgoing than the women who were around but never seen…..
Well, they started asking me about my g-string and I got up on my knees so they could see the material. I distinctly remember I was wearing a little light-blue number that I adored. Seamless lycra in the front, very tight and form-fitting. These girls stepped a little closer to check it out, and, well, all the attention moved me into Arousal Level # 2. Don’t know if they noticed, but I was doing some swelling.
They were asking about where I found it, the cost etc. I stood up as we talked and I’d see their eyes checking me out. I looked down myself, and geez, I was getting bigger. You could clearly see the ridge of my penis’ head (a good-sized one). We all just kept chatting like this wasn’t happening. I was very happy and at ease with all this because, well, vanity again. I was very fit and knew I looked good. Had my cool shades on. These girls stayed smiley and giddy and seemed quite fascinated with either my outfit, my dick (??) or my casual exhibitionism….
Three dudes came walking up, they were all in their 30s, all fairly good looking, had the late-80s mustache look, thick hair. They were all in jeans and nothing else and seemed very keen (for whatever reason) on this little scene of a couple lesbians talking with a mostly naked guy. They came right over, were checking me out, and one of them knew the blond girl, so they were yakking it up. Nobody was going anywhere, so like a good host I threw a big towel around myself and broke out the wine coolers.
We all ended up sitting around on the picnic table talking, and one guy lit up a joint and that went around…..they were drinking my wine one right after another. We all got pleasantly stoned (very powerful weed) and it morphed into a very pleasant party there, other campers around and music playing.
This one guy was a little scary because after the pot and wine he kind of zeroed in on me. He had intense eyes. He wasn’t especially muscle-bound but his arms had great pipes, and I liked his hands. Another guy said he was running to the store. He left and came back 15 minutes later with a 12-pack. So now we’re drinking beer. That is, THEY were. I did my usual thing of sipping one, even if it grew warm. I was buzzed on the weed some, though, AND the whole scene.
The little cute girl brought up my g-string. She said “This one has the cutest little g-string!” She was so buzzed she’d forgotten that the guys had already seen it, but regardless, they started talking about it and began teasing me because I’d covered up. In my devious little mind I started figuring a way to de-towel, but I waited several minutes because, well, I discreetly slipped a hand under there and ‘fluffed’ myself so that I’d look impressive when the time came.
Unfortunately, the guy with the nice arms noticed this. “Whatchoo doing down there, mister?”
“Nothing.” I kept right on, and he says “He’s playing with himself!” Just like that. So then this was being discussed and the girls were trying to look under the table. So…..I opened my towel, still sitting, and let everyone see that yeah, I was playing with myself casually, over the fabric. They all thought this was great fun,….. then Mr. Arms reaches over, shoves my hand away and is squeezing my penis and really copping a good long feel. Pretending to be ‘offended,’ I stood up with hands on hips and said “Excuse me…..!”
Well, I was standing at the end of the table and didn’t realize my exact condition because all 3 guys at once whistled and said dirty stuff, the girls said “Wow” and I looked down. I had REALLY swollen up and had a major semi-almost-full erection. Like I said, this thing was very, very form-fitting and if you were aroused, it got even tighter…..
I was aroused and suddenly had five sets of eyes on me. I feigned embarrassment, covered myself with my hands and turned around. ANOTHER round of whistles and dirty remarks rose up. I loved it when people talked about my ass like that, and I poked it out at them and posed a little. This turned me on even more and I saw my Arms guy, his eyes were boring holes into me. After they quieted for a few seconds, he says “Are you a bottom?”
I didn’t answer, and this blond lady goes “Uh-ohhhhh…..”
Like I said, she was friends with the guy who brought the beer, maybe she…… well, I don’t know exactly what she meant. This guy says “Are you? You sure dress like it.”
“Yeah,” I said. So then sex talk starts flying around, the little brunette seemed endearingly unaware of such things, and the guys were more than happy to tell her what “bottom” meant. Somewhat drunk, her blond girlfriend says “It means he likes being fucked up the ass.”
I turned back facing them and……I’m fully erect now. So much so that the top of my suit is pulling away from me. No longer covering up. I do look impressive down there, quite big. “Yep, that’s what he likes,” Arms said, and again he just reaches over and takes hold of it. “See? He likes us talking about it.”
It’s hard to explain unless you’re a guy like me with certain desires, but again, I was slipping into my submissive place where exhibitionism + guys +women + sex talk + weed took me to another level. Playing with my covered penis, Arms looked at me. “Don’t you?”
I said “Yes, sir.” and at THAT they all went “WHOAH” and said lots more things, the women going “Sir??” the guys going “Baby!” and this blond girl looked right in my eyes and said “You’re in trouble now.” She got up, went to my cooler, helped herself to more wine and came up behind me. Arms let go, they were all watching and drinking as she pressed herself against me and reached around to set her drink down.
Then she hooks her thumbs in my string at my hips and tugs downwards. “This probably needs to come off.” Everyone laughed but instantly everything was VERY sexually charged and conversation dropped off. I saw one guy lift his beer to his lips, just staring. I lamely put my hands over hers and said “Don’t” but it came out as a lame, weak protest.
She pulled my g-string down, down, played peek-a-boo and did this familiar stripper chant, like “da-DUM, da-DUM….” She slipped it off and had me step out of it. Instantly Arms had ahold of my dick, pulled me close and my erection right in his mouth. “There ya go, mister,” said the blond as she sat back down. I’m being blown and looking around. The guys start talking again, saying “SUCK that dick” and “Baby.” The brunette has her hands over her mouth, looks at her girlfriend and says “I can’t BELIEVE this…”
I remember each thing that was said, almost. A couple of them looked around behind us at other people nearby. I saw one guy a little ways off watching, but all I cared about were these 5 people. The brunette girl watched the action, looked around wildly and said “Maybe we should, um…..”
I looked right at her and said “Please don’t leave. Please don’t leave.”
I’m glad I had the coherence to say that, because that sort of “set the tone” for what was to come. There was a bunch of movement. The ladies stood up. I was moaning but nowhere near coming. He’s sucking like a madman. One of the guys went over and picked up my blanket. Wordlessly, he had everyone get up, and Arms released me as my blanket was thrown, clean side up, across the table. Arms took my hand and had me sit on the edge, at the end.
I spread my legs as he stood there and undid his jeans. I leaned back on my elbows and looked at the girls again and said “Please stay.” They assured me they would and kind of stepped close to me, almost like being protective. Or maybe they were trying to block the view. Arms was now nude, my dick was in his mouth again. I motioned one of his buddies over and whispered to him that there was a bottle of lube on the ground. He found it but he didn’t give to me, gave it to Arms.
Arms let up and laid his erection on top of mine. We were both moaning. The women watching every second of this. He had a very nice circumcised cock, about the same size as me, a bit bigger and darker than mine. I laid flat as he propped himself up and ground his dick against mine. I moaned and held his waist…..
The blond lady was on my left. I was gazing at her as she took a drink from her beer and, looking around, said “I knew this was going to happen.” I could only see her girlfriend partly, she was behind my guy, but I caught glimpses of her face and her expression was pure shock with a little bit of arousal.
My guy stood up and poured lube on his dick. I sat up and helped, stroking him. He smeared my anus up. I stroked him some more until he was VERY hard. When I did this I was able to look past him and saw probably 6 or 7 guys wandering over! The whole scene was just beyond anything I’d done before. I laid back and my guy took my hips and pulled me closer to the edge; the blanket came with me. I did this thing where I pulled my legs back towards my chest, and pointed my toes towards the ground. I’d seen women in porn do this and liked how it looked. Ever vain, I wanted to look my best even at this moment. My guy held his erection in one hand and I felt the head push into me. Man, did I moan! This blond lady looked over and said “Karen, come see this.” ‘Karen’ came around where I could see her and her eyes were big, glued to the sight of cock pushing into me!
He propped himself up by both arms and pushed in further, it pinched, I said “Ouch.” He drew back, but not out, pushed in again and it pinched again. I panted “More lube” and him or someone smeared up my anus with massive amounts, a finger went inside for a second, I don’t know whose. It wasn’t the girls. As this was done I glanced around again and holy shit!
There was this whole half-circle of men, young guys and old guys, standing right there! But I just laid back gripping my guy’s arms as he pushed in again. This time there was so much grease down there, he persisted and it was a familiar feeling as my muscles gave way and he slid his whole length right in. I moaned, he moaned….I saw some guy come up behind the blond gal. My guy began fucking as I saw her actually step aside a bit so this stranger could get a look.
I was just swooning and holding my legs up (toes pointed), holding his forearms as he really began banging away. It felt FANTASTIC like always, but the scene sent my arousal level into the stratosphere! I could hear snippets of remarks around me like “Holy shit” and “Fuck that ass” and “Let me see!” There were moments when the people around me weren’t the four I wanted to see but totally unknown faces. Now and then my guy would lean close and kiss me.
After maybe 6 or 7 minutes of steady fucking, suddenly he pulled out and pulled me up off the table. His buds were right there again and there was this……. “flow” of movements as my blanket was thrown on the ground. It all seemed so natural as I assumed a familiar position immediately, on my spread knees, buns up, face down on the blanket, arms tucked under me. Hard dick was shoved back in just as fast. My guy had tight hold of my hips. BAM BAM BAM, I could hear the lube squishing. I looked around when I could and there were just guys all around. Into the blanket I said “Where’s the girls?” I repeated it until my guy heard it.
He paused, dick buried in me, and said “He wants the girls.” He resumed, I was moaning and the two ladies knelt down by my face! I heard a guy behind me mutter “train” something and I knew what it meant but…..
Karen said “Here we are.” They sat Indian style in front of me very close.
Her girlfriend got close to my face, which was actually sliding back and forth on the blanket a few inches (I mean, this guy had ENERGY) and she whispered to me “You okay?”
“Yes, ma’am.” The thrusts picked up speed and I felt the guy’s hands tighten on my hips. He said “Fuck!” and I felt a familiar throbbing and wetness in my rectum. He finished up, slid out and someone asked if I’d come. Obviously I was in extreme arousal but I said a muffled “No…..” I heard someone say “Pull a train. He loves it!” I propped up on my elbows and looked around a bit and saw my guy hopping into his pants and just this CROWD of fellows all around me.
Someone said “I’m going next,” and I hadn’t even thought about such a thing, but I looked and it was my guy’s buddy, the one who’d done the beer run! His pants were falling off, someone smooshed more lube into me and his hands were all over my bottom, he played with it and then HIS cock slid in…..my face went down, but this blond gal skooched up a bit so I could rest my cheek partly in her lap. This new cock was not as long, but was thicker and I was fucked with furious speed for maybe 3 minutes until he pulled out and came; I felt warm cum falling on my legs.
I was truly almost delirious, and if these two women weren’t there (I know, hard to understand) I don’t know if I’d let all this happen. It’s psychological. A train did form, a third fellow started off by spanking me. After a few seconds I hollered “Stop!” and he said “Sorry.” (I HATE spanking, it makes my bottom red.) I looked back and it was a big guy with a furry chest. Holding my ass, he looked me in the eye and said “Ready?” I said nothing, thought he was being cheeky, when OH MY GOD, this well-greased head that felt like the size of a tennis ball was pushed into me!
Between moans I was able to say “SLOW” and Karen said “Go slow!” It took awhile, but I accommodated him (it wasn’t the first time I’d had a big one) and THIS guy lasted a long time. He fucked me silently for what was probably a solid 10 or 12 minutes. I could hear guys talking quietly behind me, stuff about would staff stop this? and who was next. I’m being reamed and these girls are talking to each other which annoyed me a little. The drift of it was that Karen was freaked and might go, but her partner told her to stay, drink some wine.
Words can’t fully describe my thoughts as Big guy was stroking away, other than Fuck Me Hard and an extreme awareness that we were out in the open. I’d never had a train pulled on me before. I had one coherent thought: This is what it’s like! But hard cock sliding in and out of your rectum is pretty distracting; THAT’S what I was feeling. As this guy fucked me with great determination, it got to where I felt so full, his strokes were so smooth and I lifted onto my elbows and whispered to the girls “I’m coming.” I had an orgasm right then (no hands!), but this guy kept on going for a bit more. He pulled out (a RUSH in itself) and came all over my back.
Karen said “You want a towel?” The memory of THIS remark is why I’m posting this account under “Dirtiest” because I said “No! Please leave it!” I wanted all this semen to stay on me, it meant I was making people happy! I loved it!
I know this is long, I’ll let some details go, but according to my journal from July 5, 1989, in between Mr. Big and guy # 4, the blond girl put a wine cooler to my mouth and it was so cold and it really really helped. I don’t know why these lesbians stayed with me through this, could be any reason beyond me asking them to stay. A couple times I heard them ask guys about condoms.
A fourth guy did jump right into position, he was already naked, in maybe his 50s, very tan with white hair. He made a wisecrack about “Sloppy seconds” as yet another hard dick was shoved up my ass. In the middle of it he flipped me over, and kneeling yanked me closer so my thighs were resting on his thighs. Blond gal skooched right up too and continued to cradle my head! SO KINKY.
He was about my size dick-wise and was very earnest and was masturbating me while he was in me! I saw all around me guys with their dicks out, masturbating, saw 2 guys nude! I got very hard again and very, very aroused all over again. I also grew aware of how LONG this was going on, well over 90 minutes by then (from the point that my g-string was removed). The original 3 guys were sitting on my picnic table. Not a single guy mentioned condoms. I hate the things and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna say anything.
I had never had a train pulled on me before. I guess I said that. I was loving every second of it. I am not ashamed of it. I’m glad I wrote it all down in ’89 although I doubt if I’ll ever forget it. This older guy pumped away quite awhile, sped up and I felt him shooting inside me…..he stayed in there for a bit. Wanna hear something “dirty?” Best feeling physically besides the fucking is the feeling of a hard cock shooting and throbbing deep in my rectum, the wetness and then the little pulses that follow……it means I have made a guy very happy.
The minute he pulled out, this young guy, maybe younger than me, was right there naked. He had stringy blond hair and was grinning like a goof. The gal holding my head whispered to me “Maybe you should stop.” I was hard as nails and so aroused I said nothing but I patted her wrist as if to say It’s alright. He was VERY excited, I spread my legs wide, did my legs-pulled-back thing as he played with my dick. His dick was larger than mine, he lubed us up, pushed in and screwed me for a couple minutes. Then he stopped and like, pushed at me to move. He happily scrambled up, laid on his back and put HIS face in the lesbian lap! (Karen had vanished but I didn’t care.) For a split second I was mad, but he looked at me and said “Take a ride.”
I straddled him facing him and I had this great moment where I was able to really stretch, knees far apart, arch my back and show my bottom clearly to EVERYBODY around! I LOVED doing that. Probably the guys took this as encouragement……actually it was exhilarating exhibitionism. As I was doing this, one of the original 3 stepped over, knelt and let me take a drag from another joint. The fellow under me was holding his erection straight up, trying to find me and I carefully lowered myself. He slid right in, and that was the way we did it.
I will never forget moving my hips up and down, letting this hard penis fill me up and looking over my shoulder at several guys standing right there watching. Imagine the view they had! Another guy was undressing.
This guy would play with my erection a little. I moved my gaze to this blond lady’s face, just a foot away. Never did learn her name. I was SO turned on, by him, his cock, her, the whole scene. When my guy let me, I started masturbating and for several minutes I was riding cock, jacking myself and looking at her. His hands ended up on the underside of my bottom. He was moaning more than me and saying “Yeah, ride it” and “Fuck yeah” over and over. I felt things building.
She was looking at me and said “You gonna come again?” That did it, and yes I did, I splattered semen all over his chest and neck. Some of it hit his face and I wiped it off……it was all so incredible! I kept riding of course and pretty soon I felt his dick get super big and he shot his load upwards in me. He was throbbing in there, I laid on him chest to chest and actually licked some of my own sperm off his neck. It took me awhile to dismount, and when I did I laid on my back and said “That’s all boys…..” Suddenly I was very exhausted. One guy had to put his clothes back on, but other guys clapped and they all wandered off.
The blond lady took me aside and said something very important to me before she left, but for whatever reason, I didn’t remember it, back then in my journal or at any time afterwards…….
