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Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #22 (True,mm,oral,anal,exhib,dom,forced,older man/teenager)
Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 01:10:13 -0500
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Sex.
                  The great obsession.
                  These are the stories of my lives.  
                  Its permutations of cocks and cunts, holes and moans
and slick fluids.
                  The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to a
virtual exhibitionism.  I am able to fuck and get fucked in public.
    There is no kinky activity I have to hide away for fear that my
"normal" friends would consider me a deviant reprobate.  All of us
voyeurs can watch as I relive My Sex Life and expose all of the
perverse things that I have done and that have been done to me -
things that I have never told anybody.
                  All of the stories written here are true.  I have
been eroticized all sorts of details in order create hot sex - but the
the actual "scenarios" happened.  In truth, sometimes the reality was
far less interesting, exciting or pleasant.  But my purpose is to make
you hard and wet.   For comments, whatever - Write me at
Strangesub@yahoo.com

    My Sex Life #22
           Greg Goes From Degraded Slut To Doing Whatever Mr. Sanders
Wants Him To Do...

     Oh Fuck.  I could barely believe that I was standing there in the
hallway, stark naked and totally shaved all over my body, caressing my
bald cock and playing with myself in some stranger's house.  But Mr.
Sanders had taken my clothes and Mrs. Sanders was in the house.  Maybe
I should go down to the basement and jerk off in front of her.....  
Shit.  That was probably not a good plan.  How would I explain myself
to her.  I figured that I'd better get out while the getting was good.
 I suddenly ran down the stairs, making as little noise as possible to
escape this wacky house.  Mr. Sanders was waiting for me by the
kitchen garage door.
    He smiled at me again when he saw my hairless, naked body and that
my prick was still hard.  He let me out back into the garage.
    "Go ahead and get into the car, my boy," he said.
    I opened the passenger side door and saw that he had put a towel
for me to sit on so that my oily, pissed body wouldn't stain his
upholstery.  My clothes and backpack were nowhere to be seen.  I got
in, still naked, and closed the door, my heart racing.  This was the
most peculiar sexual experience I had ever had and I worried a little
over when it would all end.
    "Uh, Mr. Sanders," I said as he got in the car, "uh, my
clothes....?"
    "Everything's in the trunk, Gregg," he replied.  "You don't think
we'd send you away to school without any clothes do you?"
    He smiled at me as he started the car and began backing out of the
garage.   Again, my heart was pounding, but this time from fear.  I
had allowed this strange old man to use me in whatever way pleased him
and now he was driving away with me naked in his front seat!  What was
he going to do next?
    "You know son," said Mr. Sanders, "I know you didn't get much
sleep last night, so why don't you lay your head in my lap while I
drive you to school."
   He opened his pants, unzipped them, and pulled down both his slacks
and his underwear to expose his now limp, but still formidable looking
penis.   Oh Jesus help me....  My own erection was still throbbing
hard.  But I imagined my sore throat from the last time he shoved his
big honker down it.  Damn.  I'm butt naked.  He's not. He's driving me
to school and has my clothes locked up.  And he wants me to suck him. 
But I was still stoned out of my mind.  And being his boy fuck toy
still made me hot.  I bowed to the inevitable and put my face in his
lap.  I took his soft meat into my mouth and began massaging it with
my hands.  I licked and sucked for 10 minutes or so, with Mr. Sanders
complimenting his beautiful naked boy, but he still didn't get hard.  
 We were on a main highway by now and he told me to get up and turn
around; get on all fours on the seat so that he could play with my
ass. That was okay by me as I was really starting to feel like a total
pervert, sucking this deviant's old cock; my mouth was getting tired. 
I turned around, put my ass in the air and my head on the seat.  He
lovingly traced his fingers up and down my asscrack, pushing at my
puckered anus, but not penetrating.  The oil had all been absorbed
into my skin by now, but it had left my flesh soft and silky.  Mr.
Sanders took some saliva and wet my asshole, spreading it around.  He
did this several times until I could feel the wetness sliding down the
crack of my ass.  My cock was aching from all this attention and it
hung dripping in front of my balls between my spread legs.
    "Oh, my boy, you have the beautiful butt cheeks in the world,"
cooed Mr. Sanders and he slowly pushed his finger into my asshole
again.
    'Nhghhh,' I grunted at the mild pain and tried to open up my ass
for him.   My stiff cock was pulsing from his methodical, deliberate
invasion.
    "Uhhhhh," I gasped as he pushed past my anus, inserting his finger
deeper.   He pushed farther and farther, wiggling his finger, creating
flashes of sensuality that shot into my cock and balls.  I groaned as
he probed deeper and deeper, the car speeding down the highway, my
asshole a captive to his lust.
    "Yes," he murmured, as he shoved his finger in to the hilt,
penetrating my boy's fuck hole to the max, "that's nice.  Now move
that pretty butt for me."
    "Ohhhhhh" I groaned as I started to move my buns around, wriggling
and fucking his finger embedded deep within.
    My erection was steel hard and again I wanted to be under his
strange control as he sodomized me.  Even as I had fearful thoughts of
him stopping the car and fucking me with that huge cock of his, I was
also fantasizing that that was just what he was going to do.  I was
still stoned and still caught in an erotic spell.  His finger pumped
in and out of my asshole, fucking my most dirty place.  I moaned and
writhed with wanton submission.  He kept fucking me with his finger
for another ten minutes or so, until I totally lost my mind.  All that
existed was his finger in my ass, fucking me.  All I wanted to do was
whatever he wanted me to do.  He kept on saying how much I liked
daddy's finger up my ass and I kept on moaning "Yess, yesss, yessss,"
    He finally released my asshole and told me to turn around again. 
I slavishly complied, feeling like a dog in heat as I circled my body
around on the seat.
    The first thing he proffered to me was the finger that had been
fucking me.  Thank god I had cleaned myself up.  Other than the smell,
the finger was clean.  I licked and sucked the extended finger,
cleaning off the chalky taste of my ass, while he played with my
mouth, rubbing his fingers over my gums and lips.  He caressed my face
up to my hair where he once more grabbed my long locks and pulled me
to his crotch.  His erection, while not total, was now impressive as I
put my mouth over his foreskin.  He pushed my head down on his fat
member, his fingers entwined in my hair, controlling my mouth - now
jamming his substantial length into my throat, now pulling me off. 
Because he was not blood poundingly hard, his cock head mashed into my
throat without the choking effect.  I caressed his balls, the base of
his thick shaft, trying to elongate his manhood, stupidly, because I
had already had his prodigious meat bruising my throat, but I was
still turned on, writhing on the car seat, my naked body over
sensitized and hot.
    He eventually released his hold on my hair and let me suck him at
my own pace.  Then he put his hand on my head and told me to relax.
    "Just keep me in your pretty mouth, Gregg," he said, as he stroked
my hair.
    I stopped trying to get him off and I gently sucked on his penis. 
He softened as I let his manhood lie on my tongue.  He showed no
interest in having me get up, so I just lay there on his naked lap,
his half soft prick in my mouth, his hand softly stroking my hair and
face.
    My ardor cooled and I half dozed as we sped along the road this
way, an obedient son lying in his daddy's lap; his daddy's cock
relaxing in his mouth.
    He shook me back into wakefulness as we got to Dunwoody.
    Shit again.  I was still naked and shaved and here we were driving
into campus.
    "Uh," I said in trepidation, not knowing what his reaction would
be, "shouldn't I get some clothes on?"
    "Just tell me the directions, son" he said cheerfully, pulling up
his underwear and pants " we'll get you to your room."
    Fuck me.  Keeping low in the seat, I gave him directions and we
pulled up in front of my dorm.  He stopped the car, got out and went
around to the trunk, opened it and pulled out my backpack.  He closed
the trunk and starting walking towards the front door, carrying my
backpack.
   Shit no.....  This fucker was really crazy.  There were people out
there.  I was naked.  I was abruptly no longer caught up in his game
and I wanted to get out.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.  I couldn't just
shout out to him.  Once more my heart started pounding in fear.  This
was not good.  When he got to the door, he opened the top of my
backpack and partially pulled out the pair of pants I had been
wearing.  He sifted through them and came up with my keys.  Still
smiling, he looked back at me as if to ask if he had gotten the right
ones and he started trying them in the door lock.  He opened the door
and went inside.
    In a flash a thousand thoughts raced through my mind.  Parked car
in unloading zone.  Campus police checking it out.  People I might
know walking by.  Dick in  the room and Mr. Sanders does something
weird. Fuck.  Whether due to insanity or overindulgence, my prick was
still hard.  Oh Damn.
    I quickly wrapped the towel from the seat around me, opened the
car door and dashed towards the front door.  I probably got a few
curious glances from the passerby's, but I was too damned scared to
notice.  Mr. Sanders opened the door for me.
    "Fuck man," I started in furiously, "you are fucking crazy.  This
is my college.  I live here. This isn't some fantasy game. I have
to...."
    "Gregg!"  he slapped my face, cutting me off.  "That's no way to
talk to your daddy."
   He put his hand on the towel between my legs, grasping my cock and
balls in a firm grip and squeezed my hard on through the towel.
    I stopped, shocked and amazed.  At the same time,  I moaned at his
rough handling of me.
    "You are my son." he said. "My cock sucking boy.  And you never
tell your daddy what to do."
    "Ohhh, fuck,"  I groaned as he squeezed my rigid manhood painfully
harder.
    There was no one at the door way with us, but this was still
madness. I couldn't afford to be his
slut boy in my own dorm; in this ultra-conservative preppy college. 
But my naked body, my exhibitionist fantasies and my hard, unfulfilled
prick all had their own agenda.   Mr. Sanders pulled the towel from
around my waist, exposing my erection.
    "If you don't show me the way to your room, I may have to fuck you
right here," he said,  and started walking down the hallway.
    "Oh Jesus, Mr. Sanders, please, you can't..." I had to run after
his retreating back.
    Fuck!!!  I still had a fucking erection like a horse.
    We had to go through the lobby to get to my room .  My head was
spinning and I was freaking.  It wasn't so much that I was naked. 
This was the year that streaking became popular.  It's that I was
shaved, hairless and naked.  And very hard!  How the fuck was I going
to explain that?
    "Please," I begged him, sort of dancing around him as he walked,
trying to look in every direction, "I can't be seen like this."
    "Then, let's get to your room right away." he said compliantly.  
    I stopped.  I submitted to the sheer absurdity of the situation. 
I was gonna go streaking.
    "My room is this way," I indicated down an intersection.
    And then, I took off running.
    Fuck it.  I always wanted to streak.
    I ran down the hallway and into the lounge area.
    Fuck it, it was just me, the hippie freak streakin' man.  
    The few students in the lobby, boys and girls, looked at me in
disbelief as I ran through it.  Then I was through into the next
hallway and I heard a couple of cheers, but nobody called out my name.
 I ran down the hallway, around the corner and waited in front of my
door, breathing hard, for Mr. Sanders to catch up.
   Before he got there, a couple of people had followed me and poked
their heads around the corner.
    "Moran?" questioned one of them.
    Their puzzlement was that I was missing my beard, my chest hair
and my pubic hair, which made my cock, which had softened fractionally
so that it was merely at half mast instead of sticking straight out,
look bigger. And, that my normally long, curly, fluffy red hair was
all matted and skanky.  Plus the fact that my skin shone slightly from
the oil.
   "Don't know him," I said genially.  
    I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.  I was beyond caring. Fuck it
if they can't take a joke.  I just stared back at them and waited for
Mr. Sanders, hoping he was following me.
    "All right people," I heard his voice from around the corner,
"don't embarrass the boy anymore than he already is..."
    He walked through the students down the hall towards me and said,
"Gregg, I can't believe this crazy stunt.  What would your daddy say?"
    Oh god, I prayed.  Please don't let him go off now. Please just
let him open the door.  But I was laughing inside.
    He pulled out my keyring and I pointed out the key the few
students continued to watch us.  My heart was hammering and as I tried
to avoid looking at them.
    Finally, I ducked through the open door.
    I stopped.  I looked at my roommate Dick sitting at his desk and
his girlfriend sitting on his bed, both fully clothed.
    I literally through up my hands and laughed.  
    "Hi Dick.  Hi Anne.  Welcome back.  This is Mr. Sanders." I said
to them, totally matter-of-fact, beyond caring.
    "Gregg?"  said my roommate, practically speechless, 'What... 
your...... beard....?"
    He sort of trailed off as they could both see that my genitals
were shaved and my cock was still bobbing, thick and hard.
    "I got a haircut," I quipped and walked hopelessly through my
curtain into my half of the room.
    "Hello," said Mr. Sanders, following me.  "I don't know.  You
crazy kids."
    He walked into my part of the room and put my pack on my desk
chair.
    "Gregg," he said sternly, looking me in the eye, "I can't let you
get away with this outrageous behavior."
    I watched his hand as he reached out and grabbed me by the balls. 
 My heart was fluttering in my chest.  My roommate and his girlfriend
were two feet away on the other side of the curtain and he was fucking
with me!
    Who the fuck cares.  Maybe I should open the curtain and get them
all to join in. Dick just might get into it....  I surrendered.
    "I'm sorry," I whispered, half afraid of what he was going to do
next.
    He put his hand around my stiffening meat and squeezed saying,
"Sorry doesn't cut it.  This is what I want from you."
    "Ohhhh," an involuntary moan escaped my lips.
    No, I thought, I can't be doing this while my roommate and his
girl are in the room.
    I heard the other students questioning Dick through our still open
door about my bizarre behavior.
    "Ohh, please, no," I softly begged, unable to resist him again.  
He licked my face, his hand rhythmically palpitating my hard manhood.
I shuddered.  I was trapped.  I couldn't restrain myself.  I opened my
mouth again to him and let him kiss me as I felt the people in my room
staring at the closed curtain.
   Mr. Sanders pulled me to my bed, pushing on my hard cock to sit me
down.  His hands went to my nipples and he pinched them.
    He whispered, "Take out your daddy's cock.  I want your lovely
lips on my cock."
    Trembling, I complied.  I opened up his pants, pulled down his
underwear and pulled out his thick cock.  I could see it growing as I
put my mouth to his foreskin.  I couldn't be doing this, but I was....
  I took his soft head into my mouth,rolling back the foreskin to
uncover his bulbous glans.  I closed my naked legs around one of his
legs, rubbing my stiff, throbbing prick against his pants as he put
his hands on my head, forcing more of his stiffening meat into my
mouth.  I began sucking him in earnest, trying to draw out his
hardness, my body going into wanton overdrive, seeking pleasure,
turned on by this raunchy scene of domination.  Wanting Dick to open
the curtain and see me, see me sucking this guy's hard cock.  The
voices two feet away faded into nothingness as my own terrible needs
to suck this man's giant meat overpowered me  The small voice that was
protesting what anybody might think - went unheeded and was
overwhelmed by earthy desire.
    "Yeah, make your daddy happy," said Mr. Sanders.
    He started to pump his thick schlong in and out of my mouth.  As
he expanded to his full length and hardness, I had to stretch to
accommodate his bulk.  I tried to suck his full length,  but I was
scared of choking and I gagged on his thick member.  He held my head 
and continued to fuck my mouth with his massive meat.  In and out he
thrust his powerful tool, using my face as a cunt, utterly controlling
me.  I frantically tried to contain him, but his giant pole stretched
my lips and filled my mouth.  He thrust his hips into me and his big
cock head started slamming into the back of my throat.  By now,  I was
totally turned on by the whole scene. I was oblivious to the silence
outside my curtain.    I was panting and totally losing any
inhibitions I might have thought about.  I drew in a breath  through
my nostrils, getting further aroused by his sex smell as my nose was
crushed into his pubic hairs.  I reached down and cupped his balls and
tried to eat more of his enormous shaft.  Then, I drew back and
started licking his large,veined cock, lapping his exposed crown,
flicking the tip of my tongue into his pee hole.
    "Ohhhh, yes, you are my good boy," he moaned.
    I was vaguely aware of everybody in the other room leaving, the
door closing, the muffled words "blow job," penetrating to my lust
fogged brain.  I kept on sucking, being Mr.s Sanders naked fuck toy. 
I couldn't help myself even as fear shot through me, imagining the
degradation that I was exhibiting.  I was lost in hunger as I
continued to minister to his throbbing cock and balls with my mouth.
    His hands moved down my naked chest, grasping at my nipples,
squeezing them, pulling on them harder and harder until I had to back
off his huge cock and gasp in pain.
    He pulled me upright to my feet by my nipples.  He pinched them
and twisted, hard, forcing a groan of erotic suffering to escape my
lips.
    "Oh my boy, you like me playing with your lovely breasts too,
don't you?"  said Mr. Sanders in a low voice.
    "Ohhhh, yess, oohhhh, god, ohh, ohh," I moaned at the sensual
abuse.
    He released my chest and I moaned again at the sudden relief. 
    "Take off my clothes." he said.
    I slavishly went to my knees, removing his shoes and socks, his
pants and underwear, all the while licking at his hard cock, the
inside of his thighs and his hairy legs.  He had taken off his sports
coat and I helped him unbutton his shirt, licking his chest nipples,
wanting to please him in any way that I could.
    When he was finally naked, he had me sit back down on my bed, my
head resting against the wall.
    "Lift your legs up," he told me, kneeling on the bed, his cock
hard and huge.   I obeyed him, in spite of my fear over what might
come next.  I opened my legs, lifting them back, spread eagling myself
before him, vulnerable and exposed.
    He moved in between my outstretched thighs and positioned the head
of his oversize manhood at my boy's fuck hole.
    "Uhh,  Mr. Sanders....." I breathed with trepidation,  "I don't
know if I can do this...."
    Wetting his fingers with saliva, he began to pull on my prick,
encircling my hard shaft and rubbing me up and down.  His other hand
began to twist my balls, massaging them, pulling on them.  His swollen
hardness probed at my asshole, the fluids leaking from his prick
lubricating the head as he rubbed over my anus.
    "Ohhhhh, noo...." I moaned in ecstasy at the incredible sensations
he was eliciting from my genitals.
    He applied more spit, all the while wetting my cock, my balls and
my asshole.
    Moving his hands to my ass,  he spread my cheeks and placed the
tip of his mammoth cock at my asshole.
    "Please, no," I begged, scared of the pain as he slowly tried to
force his distended member into my tight anus.
    "AHhhh, oh, noo," I groaned as I felt my asshole spread, beginning
to burn.
    "AHHHH, NOooo, Pleease," I cried as I felt his cockhead enlarging
my almost virgin fuck hole, violating my taut assbud, ripping me open.
     I tried to drop my legs and scoot back up the bed as he attempted
to drive his turgid penis into my ass. God, it hurt.  The bulbous head
of his huge organ was opening my  tight shit hole, violating my boy
pussy painfully, enlarging my unused asshole beyond pleasure....
     "AHHHHH, Noooo, ahhh,, n-n-n-ooo, please, please, it's too big,"
I panted, begging him, becoming terrified as his fat cock head lodged
in my ass.
    "ArrrghhhHHHHHH," I wailed pushing back at him, feeling the
searing head of his huge manhood splitting me apart.
    "Pleeeasssee, Noo,"  I couldn't.  He was ripping me apart.  I
started to cry, begging him to stop as I reached down with my hands to
push him out.
    "It's all right baby," he cooed, his voice thick with lust, "Daddy
won't hurt you."
    "Uhhhohhhh," I sobbed as I managed to pull him out of my
desecrated asshole, my bruised anus closing painfully.
    He slid back and looked at me.  I had tears, but I still wanted
him.  I couldn't bear the pain of him fucking me, but I still wanted
to please him.  "P-p-pleeease," I begged again.
      Then his hand went to my still massively hard erection.  " I'm
sorry, my pretty boy.  Daddy is going to make his boy feel good,"
    He got up, bent over and his tongue darted out, licking my own wet
cock head.
    "Oh godddd," I moaned in appreciation and gratitude as he began to
devour my prick.
    He lovingly licked my hard shaft and then nuzzled my balls with
his tongue and lips.  He popped my nuts into his mouth one by one,
sucking on them, fondling them with his teeth.  I writhed and moaned
as his saliva dripped down the crack of my ass again to wash over my
tender, used anus.
   The incredible sensations he was giving me combined with the ache
from my hot, burning asshole, drove me up the wall.
    He spent 5 or 10 minute with his hot mouth on my genitals, licking
the naked flesh, sucking on my hairless skin, caressing and fondling,
his fingers gently playing with my asshole, barely penetrating, but
making love to my hot sex until I again lost my mind.  All that
existed was his mouth on my boy parts.  When his finger slid into my
wet asshole again and his mouth covered my hard prick, swallowing my
shaft to the hilt, I finally exploded into a world numbing orgasm. 
Jets of hot sperm pumped out into his greedy mouth, shooting like fire
from my spewing organ after having abstained from cumming for what
seemed like years.
    "Ahhhhh, uhhhh, uh, uh, uh, uh," I shook and cried out, geysering
my pulsating spunk into his eager mouth.      He drank my boyish
juices, reveling in my utter lack of control, torturing me with his
relentless sucking, draining me dry until I practically blacked out,
my whole universe reduced to my skyrocketing fountain of cum.
    I moaned as he continued to palpitate my used prick with his
mouth, punishing my spent organ.
    "Ohhhh.. I... please, " I protested.
    He removed his mouth from my cock and stood up, leaning over to
raise my face to his.  He kissed me on the lips again, inserting some
of my sperm into my mouth with his tongue.  I shuddered in exhausted
submission, opening my mouth to his, letting him swish my spunk onto
my tongue.   Then he pulled me up farther and put his still tumescent
log to my lips, shoving his cockhead into my slick oral cavity,
forcing me to accommodate his bloated member.  I could taste all of
the sex of the day - my ass, the oil, the cum....
    He began fucking my face once more, in spite of my desire to stop.
 Now that I had cum, I just wanted to crawl away and sleep, but he
pulled me onto his immense organ, forcing me to suck him again.  Back
and forth he slid between my tender lips, his hard cockhead hammering
at my throat.
    "Ngghh, nggh," I gagged and twitched, but he was relentless,
fucking my mouth, murmuring his appreciation and expressing his
satisfaction.
    He fucked me and fucked me, my lips and throat growing sore, again
and again, holding my face, using my mouth as his pussy instead of my
ass, until finally, I could feel his hard shaft swell and his sperm
shot out into my throat.   He released my head, pushing me back onto
the bed as he grabbed his own organ and pumped his white cream onto my
naked flesh, shooting onto my
belly and depositing his sticky cum on my genitals.  I lay there,
spent, as the last sticky strand of jiz broke off and landed on my
thigh.
    "You have been a very good boy," he said, going to his clothes and
putting them on as I lay immobile on the bed, covered with his cum.
    "If you keep yourself nice and smooth, we can do this again
sometime. Do you think you can do
 that, Gregg?  Do you think you can shave that pretty body of yours
even when I'm not around?"
    I nodded dumbly, willing to agree to anything, just wanting this
long ordeal to end.
    He finished getting dressed, obviously admiring me as I lay there
hairless and naked, my sperm covered cock still half erect.
    "Goodbye, my beautiful boy," he said, drawing the curtain aside to
the empty other half of the room.
    And then, he took his wallet out, pulled out some bills and laid
them on top of my sperm covered balls.
    "You'll keep your hair off, won't you son?"
    Again I nodded.
    "Then we'll do this again... soon..."
    He went to door, opened it and left, closing it behind him.
    I reached down and took the money he had left on me in my hand.  
I counted it.
    There were five bills there.  Of one hundred dollars each.
    Five hundred dollars.
    Five hundred dollars!
    In 1974, the tuition for Dunwoody was $5,000.00 a year.  An ounce
of pot cost ten or fifteen dollars.  I spent about ten dollars a week
on entertainment.  Beer cost twenty five or fifty cents at the college
pub.   Five hundred fucking dollars!  And he didn't even fuck me.... 
I almost felt like getting up and following him out the door, inviting
him to fuck my naked ass in the hallway....
    I lay back, totally wiped out and went to sleep.

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