Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2015 13:15:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Lawrence Arabicus <lurker6000@yahoo.ca>
Subject: How it Was ch. 1

How it Was Chapter 1

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   This is how it was. When I was 18 I found a stash of porno magazines in
the woods behind my high school. There were two black garbage bags full of
someone's sexy treasures. Not believing my luck, I dove into this trove of
stroke material, sorting through glossy magazines with the pages stuck
together, a manila envelope full of Polaroids, and at the bottom of the
second bag, a latex dildo and a small pile of pocketbooks.

   My cock was aching by the time I got to these last items, and I thumbed
through the books idly, until I realized that they were slightly different
than the other material. These books were mostly text, but a few black and
white reproductions showed men, mostly dressed in blue-collar work clothes,
sucking each other's cocks, and some even having anal sex.

   I had never seen anything like this before, but I was riveted. In the
small city I grew up in, there was no such thing as an openly gay
lifestyle, and any whiff of being a "faggot" would likely get you beaten
up. Nevertheless, these little books set me on fire and I knelt in the dirt
jerking my cock until my hands were dripping with cum.

   Catching my breath, I pulled up my pants and assessed my options. I knew
these woods pretty well, so I carried the bags to a hollow created by two
collapsed trees, and tucked them inside. After a few moments consideration,
I tucked the pocketbooks, the Polaroids, and the dildo into my backpack and
walked home. It would be a few hours before my parents got home from work,
so I slipped the books under my mattress, and took the dildo into the
bathroom. Having washed it thoroughly with hot, soapy water I took it back
to my bedroom and laid it on the bed then went through the pictures in the
envelope.

   The photos were mostly anonymous fragments of torsos attached at the
genitals, the same penis penetrating a series of vaginas, some with thick
bushes, others neatly trimmed, and a couple shaved bare. These were all
quite interesting, but then I came across another set. This time another
hard cock joined the first one in a series of mind-blowing images. The
second member was slightly larger than the first, with a dark complexion
and a hood of foreskin that was pulled back half way over the flaring
head. In some of the photos the cocks were held in a burly hand, rubbing
together. In others there were close ups of the second meat-stick and the
large balls, the last few in the series made my cock rigid again.

   This was a sequence starting with a view of the round, dark globes of
second man's ass, with his cock and balls hanging between his legs. Then,
an image of his buttocks spread, exposing his pink, puckering
asshole. Another showed the first penis sliding into the second man's
butt. The final image showed the lower part of the second man's face, his
mouth stuffed full of the first man's cock, and a load of semen dripping
down his chin. The face in the photo looked vaguely familiar, a
well-trimmed mustache and goatee framing a square jaw and full lips.

   Whoever it was, I knew that I needed to jack off again immediately. I
pulled off my pants and squirted some lotion into my hand, pumping my dick
in my fist, while gazing at the lewd documents spread on my bed. As my
pulse and breathing quickened, I glanced at the dildo, tempting me with its
thick, realistic, shaft and testicles.

   I opened my mouth and slid the head in. I was immediately lost in a haze
of lust, stroking my cock faster as I pumped the dildo into my mouth. Eyes
locked on the image of the black ass being penetrated, I popped the dildo
out of my mouth and rubbed it against my anus. Shifting to my back and
raising my legs I pushed the dildo harder until it finally stretched my
sphincter enough for the tip to enter my rectum.

   I exploded. My cock pulsed hard and the first shot of semen splattered
on my chest. I raised my hips and the next four sprayed across my face,
into my open mouth, until I was finally spent and the last drops trickled
through my fingers onto my pubic hair.

   Exhausted and exhilarated, I painfully pulled the dildo out of my ass,
covered in saliva, and ass sauce, mixed with a little blood. Although I was
shocked at my own actions, I had never had such a strong sexual response to
anything in my life. Feeling like I had begun a new phase in my life, I
wondered what was in store for me.

   This question had to be set aside, as I glanced at the clock and knew I
had to clean up fast. My dad arrived home just as I finished hiding the
dildo in the drawer of my bedside table, and my mom was close
behind. Dinner was onerous as we made small talk about our day and my
father downed three bourbons while my mother tied into her white wine. The
one good thing was that soon after the meal they retired to the living room
to watch TV and I told them I was going to visit a friend.

   Once out of the house, I made my way back toward the woods to check on
my new stash. As I walked through my neighborhood, I saw that someone was
moving out of one of the big houses on the next street. The Vice Principal
of my high school was standing on the immaculate green lawn supervising the
movers lugging furniture and boxes up the ramp of the moving truck.

   I had heard that he was becoming the Principal of a school in a nearby
suburb, but I didn't pay close attention to such things. As I walked by, I
was startled to notice the pile of black garbage bags lined up along the
sidewalk. I knew black garbage bags were everywhere, but for some reason my
brain made a connection between my new porn stash and these bags of refuse
set on the Vice Principal's lawn.

   Of course, I thought, he's moving and had to get rid of his
incriminating materials to prevent his wife or one of his kids from
accidentally discovering them. This idea shot a bolt of excitement to my
groin as I walked past Mr. Robinson, who watched intently as I passed but
made no comment. I realized as I walked by that my dick was tenting my
Adidas shorts in a pretty obvious way. I could feel my face and neck flush
and put my head down as I sped past Mr. Robinson's house. As I turned the
corner at the end of the street, two houses down, I snuck a peek to see if
he was still watching. He was standing with his arms crossed, looking
directly at me, the way he did before dragging some rule-breaker to his
office.

   By the time I got to my hidden cache, my breathing was shallow, my mind
racing at the idea that the pictures I had been jerking off to all day had
been of the Vice Principal at my school. My plan had been to sort through
the skin mags more carefully and bring home any that seemed especially
promising, but my little encounter with Mr. Robinson, and the memory of
those Polaroids were too much for me.

   And that is why my pants were around my knees and I my cock was pumping
in my fist for the third time that afternoon when Mr. Robinson stepped out
of the trees behind me.