Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2011 11:54:40 -0600
From: "hargy@cox.net" <hargy@cox.net>
Subject: Learning the Ropes Chapter One: Sexploration

Learning the Ropes
Chapter One: Sexploration

Ya, I know. It's kinky, it's dangerous, and just not at all proper.
I've been told that at least a million times. But, in every single instance,
it was people who's opinions weren't anything I'd stake a fiver on, much
less my personal happiness.
It all started in that arcade up in Lincoln on my fraternity, pledge class
sneak. Thinking back, it's amazing no one else noticed it. That total
stranger just zipped into my viewing booth, knelt, and immediately started
sucking my already hard cock. You talk about a dilemma. Hundreds of miles
from home, with all of my frat brothers just yards away in the same adult
video store, and this guy is suddenly stroking my cock in and out of his
mouth, ummmm, god that felt good. In fact, in spite of the shock, risk, and
surprise, I did have the composure to reach up and latch the door so he'd be
able to finish. Shame on me, lol. Humm, just maybe I was actually gay? And
with his swallowing of my first, gay load, everything changed.
Sure, it starts with letting another man touch your penis, and then letting
him suck it, and usually also, cumming in his mouth, usually pretty dam
quickly, at least at first. Then getting all quivery and weak kneed, and
just moving on, satisfied, relaxed, and feeling just a bit guilty, but
incredibly happy & unstressed.
And then soon you're also touching him, stroking him, and eventually taking
the big step, and putting another man's cock in your mouth. You discover the
delicious, controlling sensation of have another mans cock sliding in and
out of your mouth. And with that, you discover your gag reflex, lmao. And
then, usually, and totally unexpectedly, someone will grab your head, and
treat you to your first mouth full of fresh, warm cum. You nearly gag with
shock and surprise, but somehow manage to gulp it down none the less. And
with that, you'll have also made the leap from cock sucker, to cum swallower
 cum slut, or if you're at all like me, a cum loving pig, UMMM.
And then in time, and with many, many repetitions, you actually get so that
you can tease, please, suck, lick, swallow, orally assault, and ultimately
milk a cock so masterfully that several local married men keep your number
on speed dial just to let you provide exactly that service whenever they
feel the urge to put you on your knees in front of them, and fuck your hot
face, and feed you their load. At least I've gotten to that point, and to be
truth full, cock sucking is still one of the pleasures in life that I
absolutely love, crave, and just can't seem to get enough of.
But you see, that cock sucking thing seems to have created a problem.
Now a days, I don't consider cock sucking to be anything bad at all. In fact
 it's actually no different than any guy picking up a lady, and getting laid

But ya see, there in again lies the rub. Since those legions who preached
endlessly on the evils of gay sex were so totally and deliberately, either
lying, or just plain wrong, then how in the world can I believe any of the
other things the railed against with all the fervor of the morally self
righteous? Basically, I can't!
You should now be starting to see my dilemma, lol.
First, they warned of the evils of masturbation.
And now a days I can not only masturbate, but I can do it with either hand,
with of without lotion, while typing, and even switch hands in the middle of
a sentence, and gain a stroke. It's what gets me through the days when I
don't have any chocolate, lol.
And then it was the cock sucking thing. And now a days, if you printed the
daily newspaper in brail, on a thick, hard, eight inch cock, I'd gladly read
it cover to cover, every morning, blindfolded, with just my lips and tongue,
YUM! Oh my god do I love feeling, moistening, and reading every single
contour of the head, shaft, taint and balls of a willing man's cock, with
just my lips, tongue, throat, and fingertips.
And with those two, life changing self discoveries, I began my life as a
sexplorer  extraordinaire.
Or at lease a very definite wannabe, ya hunk. Wink.
Which is more or less where I was when this new development first occurred.
I'm no longer a naïve teenager, but now a 40'ish, over educated, attractive,
well traveled and fairly experienced, gay, professional, who has tried a bit
more than just sucking cocks.
And yes, I have discovered a few things I do not enjoy, like extreme pain,
suffocation, knife play, large leather bull whips, or anything that makes me
bleed. But I've also discovered bunches of other stuff that's nothing short
of just fucking yummy, hehehe. Please Sir, may I have some more? Yummm.
For instance, I absolutely love being bound, preferably in heavy leather or
chains, blind folded, and used like a piece of meat for one or more men's
sexual use. I love feeling something forced up my ass, be it a finger, an
electrode, a dildo, or another mans cock. I've found that I love the feel of
other men's hands groping, squeezing, fondling, and spanking my naked body.
Basically, it seems that these days, I am on a quest to discover just what
sensual pleasures are out there, available, and that I might enjoy.
But with my quest of male-male sexploration, a new, and even tougher problem
developed. And that was finding that perfect man to trust, learn from, kneel
before, and sexplore with. And it's that very search that's lead me to this
point. Where I'm still searching, about to try someone new, and see just
where that will lead.
Sure, I'd love to find a confident, assertive, experienced, attractive, hung
 considerate, loving, and occasionally sadistically cruel and dominant man
to kiss, service, and kneel before as he chose. But what are the odds. Ya, I
know, take a number, the line forms at the edge of town, and stretches clear
out've sight. Every submissive, horny, lonely man out there who can still
get it up seeks that.
But in lieu of Mr. Perfect, I've been seeking a play mate. Basically,
someone like myself, who enjoys things many would call kinky. And recently,
I've found myself once again curious about two new forms of sensual pleasure
 and wanting to find someone to assist me in exploring, and experiencing
them both.
In my assorted sexual experiences, two things have recently happened to make
me curious to try more.
One was a man having me kneel in his shower, suck him off, and then stay in
that position as he pissed all over my naked body, including my face and
open mouth. Honestly, it was hot. And much to my surprise, it didn't taste
bad at all.
And it absolutely made me want to explore more male-male sex involving piss
drinking, showers, and a sundry play.
The second was in a room full of naked men, where I was hooded, blinded,
shackled, and on my knees sucking cocks. One man instead turned, reached
back and used both hands to fully spread his ass cheeks, and had someone
else shove my helpless face into his ass, and then had me systematically
lick clean his ass hole. And again, contrary to popular beliefs, I liked it,
and want to try more.
But, even in the very limited, public gay community of this Midwestern,
bible belt burg, those are two things you just don't advertise for in the
local newspaper. Ya, a bill board would probably work, lol, but then you'd
never be allowed in the supermarket again, argh! Definitely not appropriate
in church, lol. Ooops.
Sure, I've tried dozens of supposedly secure, discreet, male bdsm and
personals sites, but we all already know just how reliable they are.
Most are just trying to lure you into buying an expensive membership. Most
others are only useful if you happen to live in Southern California, South
Florida, or Amsterdam.
None of them were turning up any useful contacts here in NorthEast Kansas,
bummer!
Oh Dorothy. Can I borrow Todo for a few hours?
Unfortunately, about the only good, steady, hot gay sex I'd been getting was
through a bi-male group in Kansas City. These were basically just parties
where bi, gay, or just horny men paid their money, stripped off all there
clothes, and commenced to sucking & fucking like rabbits in heat, for an
hour or so, and then left as discretely as they'd arrived.
At the last one, I had managed to lick one hot bubble butt for awhile, and
I'd even been part of 3-some where I licked an ass, then sucked the attached
cock as another was fucking him in the ass. UMM, loved that.
But I was really hoping for a situation where I might get more, private,
lengthy, wet and pissy experience.
Apparently, my comments hadn't gone unnoticed, and at the most recent event,
one particular man had expressed an interest in possibly binding and using
me sexually. He gave me his E-mail address, and left the ball in my court.
With that, I promptly sent it back, in an e-mail of my own, basically
detailing just how I am hoping to be tied, tried, spanked & yanked.
I thought it a bit early to scare him off with requests of water sports &
rimming.
And to my stunned surprise, he replied the very next day. But, it was the
nature of his reply that blind sided me.
In short, he said that he was a male masseuse, charged $75.00/hour, and that
everything that I had expressed an interest in was available in a long
session.
A male whore, ummm. To be perfectly honest, that was a possibility I'd never
considered. But after reading that reply,.... Ohhh,   the naughty
possibilities. Ummm, it made me ass hole & throat pucker & tingle just
imagining it.
True, the idea of having someone I could have on my speed dial to scratch my
kinky itch anytime it flared up was incredibly appealing, but?
I'd also not mentioned the degree of kink I was interested in. Would he
really bend over spreading his ass cheeks, and allow/command me to lick,
tease, clean, and penetrate his anus with my tongue? And since he had many
"customers", others who also might crave a lengthy, warm, golden shower, how
could he possibly piss on them all? Who can piss that much on demand?
I was basically seeking someone assertive, intuitive, both compassionate and
at times greedy. Someone who could learn to quickly read my mood, and know
just when to continue lightly squeezing & twisting my balls with one hand,
and then suddenly, viciously and unexpectedly, whip his lash across my bare
ass with the other hand, leaving a bright red stripe for my pleasure and
disciplinary training. In short a dom. Was this someone who would end up
being a 90 lb wimp just trying to take my money?
Dam, Aren't second thoughts a bitch?
So, I did something dumb and risky. I sent him a second e-mail.
This time I did outline just how kinky I was, that I indeed was hoping to
take other men's urine, be forced to drink my own, to orally service other
men's ass holes, to be fucked in both holes, by one or more men, bound,
whipped, cock slapped, and photographed & filmed at his discretion. I told
him that as a submissive, nothing was out-of-bounds, including catheters,
enemas, catheter tubes to gags, funnel gags, human toilet, electrical toys,
clamps, ect.
I even suggested the he might also bind & blind fold me, naked, and allow
his other customers to use me, or to be serviced in any of these kinky ways
by me.
After hitting that send button, I was fairly sure that I'd never hear from
him again. He'd surely just been agreeing to things in an effort to sell
another massage. No one could operate commercially, offering all those
services, without being busted for prostitution or assault. But hey, it was
worth a shot, so who knows.
But, the very next day his reply was there, in my inbox, waiting for me.
It said:
"I charge $75.00 for a one hour session.
Tell me when you'll be in town next for me to use"
Randy
Oh My God. Time to take a trip East.