From: an629276@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an629276@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue,  9 Jul 1996 12:55:12 UTC
Subject: The Lusty Life (b/b,m/b)

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STAY OUT OF THIS NEWSGROUP!!!! GET A REAL LIFE!!!!!!

Flames ignored, constructive criticism taken.  
The first paragraph tells why I started this.
Most of this is true, to the best of my memory.  There may be
some fantasy, but it is minimal.  Promise. If you think you are
one of the people in the story, send me the particulars with your
REAL email address, and I'll let you know.  (Would like to see some
of you again, or at least hear how/what has happened in your life).

The Lusty Life, Part 1 of ???, The early years (b/b)

I was at the Atlanta airport Memorial Day night, waiting for a flight,
when I had to take a piss.  There was a young, about 16-17 year
old, goodlooking guy standing at one urinal.  I took the one next
to him.  Whipped it out, and started letting it loose.  You know
the echo piss makes in one of those things, well, the sound didn't
seem right.  Like one flow, not two.  So, out of the side of my 
eye, I glanced over and he was slowly pulling on it.  My thought
was, like me he has a hard time starting with someone else
around.  As I pulled back and buttoned up, I realized that he
had a hard-on, and was beating off, slow but sure.  Nice thick
dick, about 7 inches.  As I washed my hands and face, I could see 
him continuing in the mirror. I was so astounded I didn't know
what to say or ask.  A few years ago, I would have asked if
he needed a hand, but you never know at an airport with the
cops and all.  I later discovered he was on my flight, and I
REALLY wish I had asked.  I beat off three times that night
thinking of us in various poses together.  I hope he reads
this, and writes, asking to get together.  I know he was coming
home, and I'll be in this city through for most of August.  
In thinking afterword, I realized how much has changed as 
we slowly age.  We lose that carefree abandon of younger years.  
Maybe he really wasn't cruising, just enjoying a quick cum.  
But then, he probably would do that in a stall.  I have also 
beat off in public, just for the thrill of it.  Nothing like it.
SO - If the guy I saw reads this - write please.  Would love
to suck you off, and more.  

Anyway, it got me to thinking.  I really have enjoyed sex
for a LONG time. Why would I pass up a chance like that.  And
then I started thinking of other opportunties, taken and missed.
And started to get hard.  Had to beat off a couple times.  Just
remembering.  Soooo, I wrote this for my memories, and thought
maaaaybe others would enjoy, and it could help evoke their own
memories.

It may seem strange, but I remember my first sexual experiance 
was at the ripe old age of 4.  We lived at the edge of a small
subdivision next to a wooded area.  Lots of bushes with those 
really big leaves, don't know the name, but I still get a hard-on
every time I see them.  There were a bunch of us kids in this
subdivision, and naturally we played in the woods all the time.
One of the kids was 6, and the natural leader. (By virtue of being
a bully).  One day, he announced we would have a wedding,  but
we all had to take our clothes off first.  He "married" the one
girl in our group, and said we all had to watch them "make a baby".
At which point he laid on top of her, and moved around.  Then he
had all of us do it to her one at a time.  Naturally, we all knew
we were being bad, but really had no idea what we were doing.

After this, the girl wouldn't play with us anymore, so he made
us younger kids "marry" him on occasion.  It really was pretty
funny to us, and we had a great time.  I soon realized that
my wee-wee felt GREAT when it was hard, and I would sneak off
my pajamas sometimes at night and play with it.  While I was
5, one of my best friends spent the night with me, and while
we were in bed, I told him of my discovery, and asked if he
wanted to try it with me. He quickly agreed, and we shed our
pj's, and started playing with ourselves.  He soon grabbed mine
and started pulling on it.  He then said that the bully had
put his mouth on my friends dick, and it felt really weird.
He said he'd show me and started licking my dick.  My first
bj, and at 5.  Not a bad start.  Shortly after that we moved
to a suburb of Chicago, and I never saw my best friend again.

But all was not lost.  The son of a man my father worked with
lived up the street, and was just one year younger than me.
David and I quickly became best of friends.  I was very 
nervous about bringing up my little escapades with sex to 
him, so for about a year, all that happened was occassional 
self abuse.  But I really did miss having sexual fun with friends.  
One day we were playing in his garage, and he said "Hey - lets 
go to the park, I want to show you something!"  So we grabbed our 
bikes and left.  We were the only ones there, and goofed around for
a while.  

Finally I said "So what did you want to show me?"
"This!" And he pushed his shorts down, and he didn't have
any underwear on!  
"Where's your underwear?!?"
"Who needs it.  It feels neat without it.  When you move around
your dick keeps rubbing it and it gets hard like this, and feels
really good."
"I gotta try that!"  So off came the underwear, and the start of
occassional sex games for the next 15 years.  ( But more on that
later).

We never really did much because we were at that age where you
instictively know you shouldn't.  But we would occasionally play
around in the nude, and compare dick sizes, hard and soft.  Like
we really had a lot to brag about at age 7. But we did build a club  
house where we could fool around with each other out of sight of
parents and others.

Then we moved again to a farm town in Ohio.  My brother (2 years 
younger than me) and I both had a good friend named Dean.  One 
day Dean suggested that we all play Doctor.  He would be the 
doctor, and give us a physical.

Now, my brother and I both new what that meant.  I laughed and said
"OK, me first."
"Take off your clothes."  So I dropped shorts, and took off my T-shirt.

He put his ear to my heart and listened, then pinched my tit.

"Hey!! That hurts."  

"I have to check EVERYTHING! Pull down your underwear."

Well, by this time my little thing was as stiff as it had 
ever been, but, down they came.  Actually I was pretty proud
of my dick, since it had started to get a little bigger as I
got older. I was nine, and still didn't have any hair yet,
but both my balls and dick had started getting bigger.  My 
brother had noticed and commented on this more than once
when we fooled around at home or in the bath.

"Wow! It's bigger than mine.  Let me feel your balls."  
Okay, turn your head and cough.  After he had "checked out" 
my dick and balls for a bit, he said, leave your clothes off, 
while I check out your brother.  Who was just as stiff as I was.  
When Dean was done, I said "My turn to be doctor!  Take off 
your clothes."  Suprise!  He had a real stiffy too.  I put my 
finger to his balls and said "Cough".  He did, then I said, 
"I need to make sure it can get REAL hard",
and started sucking on it.  I hadn't remembered just how good
sucking dick tasted, since this was something I hadn't 
introduced my brother to yet.  Well, that was the beginning of
a solid year of the three of us sucking each others dicks. 
None of us were old enough for anything but that tingly feeling,
but we sure liked that. Since both Dean and I were slowly but 
surely getting bigger dicks, we actually thought that being 
sucked was making them bigger, and of course we wanted HUGE 
dicks, so we helped each other 'grow' as often as we could.  
Although we never actually fucked each other in the ass, we
would slide it up and down 'between the cheeks' for variety.

What a great year, and then off we moved again, not far away, 
but too far for young kids to continue a friendship.  This was 
when I really started hitting puberty, and was growing hornier 
by the hour.  Of course, in a new school, and being in the 6th
grade, I by now knew what "gay" was, and didn't want to be made
fun of by my classmates.  So for a long time my brother and my
hand were my only outlets.  I set goals for myself.  I beat off
when I woke up, when I was in the shower, every time I took a
piss, when I had 5 minutes alone.  I remember coming 15 times
one day.  My dick was so sore and red, I swore I wouldn't beat
off for at least a week.  And the next day, there I was,
going at it again.  I had found my parents copy of 'Portnoy's
Complaint' and used it for constant inspiration of new
techniques.  I actually bought a piece of liver one day to
sodomize based on his story.  We lived in the country, and
I would frequently go skinny dipping in a nearby wooded stream.
Beating off while standing naked on rocks by a stream is still
one of my favorite methods.  I tried to fuck or use as 
lubricant most everything in the refrigerator, and house.
Chocolate syrup, whipped cream, even salad dressings.  Kind of
liked Blue Cheese.  Drink bottles, cored apples, the vacuum
cleaner.  I had a favorite sock for my nightly minstrations,
when I didn't feel like licking it all up.  I really loved
the taste of my cum.

I eventually became friends with a kid named Allen.  When
he came over to my house, we would go skinny dipping in the
creek, walk though the woods, and just horseplay.  He had a
cute uncut dick ( the first I had ever seen), but I wasn't 
sure how to go about saying I really wanted to lick his dick.
We were in the 7'th grade, and one weekend I got to spend the
night at his house.  His brother, who was about 5, wouldn't
leave us alone.  We had been playing in the basement, when
his brother said "Hey look at this", and pulled his dick out
of his pajamas.  Well, I got hard immediately, and said "So
what - look at THIS", and pulled my own six inches out.  Then
his brother grabbed mine, and started pulling on it.  
"I like yours.  Can I play with it like I do my brothers?"
That night I got to suck my first uncut dick, and his little
brothers.  Man, what a night.  Very little sleep, lots of
cum, and a sore dick.  But I'm not complaining.  I really
liked sucking the cum out of that uncut dick.  Allen really
had a nicely shaped dick, with a head slightly smaller than
the width.  I still miss that dick.   

While I was in the 7th grade, I was on the track team.  I really
enjoyed those moments when we changed and showered.  All those
different sizes and shapes.  Lot's of beat-off fantasy at night.
There was one kid named Terry who used to slap us on the ass, 
and parade around with a hard-on all the time.  But he was really
the only one that still had a kid dick on him.  No size, no hair.
About halfway through the season, he told a few of us to stay in
the shower with him, and turned the water to all hot.  Well, that
shower room quickly steamed up, and we couldn't see out anymore.
But more important, no one could see in.  And of couse Terry had
a hard on and a half.  Without a word said, we ALL got hard.  
Terry then reached over to another kid and just started jerking 
him off.  That was all it took.  This other kid I didn't know to
well dropped to his knees in front of me, and started sucking me 
off so hard I thought he was gonna pull me out by the root.  Terry
sucked all of us that day, although some were too spent to cum
again.  We didn't have those sessions often, but when we did.....

As I started high school, we moved again.  This time to a suburb
of Cleveland.  Back to no friends.  No sex life, except for my  
hand, for a whole year. ( My brother hadn't really wanted to 
anymore, and I wanted dick bigger than  his prepubescent 2 
inches).  I joined the drama club.  Something to do.  And met 
Jim.  He was a cute blond kid, about 5'5', nice eyes that
twinkled, and he gave me a hard-on everytime I saw him.  But
I didn't know how to approach him.  Well, my parents took the
family away for a weekend to see relatives, and left me home 
so I could work at my part-time job.  So I told Jim my family
would be gone for the weekend, and would he like to come over
and party on Saturday.  He agreed.  Thoughts of how to seduce 
him went through my head while waiting for him to show up.  When
he got there we went to the basement, and I asked if he wanted
a drink.   We bullshitted a while, and then I said "Want to 
play some cards?"
"Sure, how about poker?"
"OK, what should we bet?"
"Why not strip poker?"
"Sounds good to me"
"Let's go to your bedroom and play."  So up we went.

Well, he lost his socks, then his shirt.  I could see a telltale
bulge in his pants, which strengthened my own.  I lost socks,
shirt, and pants.  Now my hard-on was quite obvious as it pushed
out my briefs.  He lost his pants, and we both we staring at
the others crotch.  He lost the next hand, and sat there.
"Well, take them off, you lost"
"Why, what do you want to do, fuck me?"
"Sounds good to me!!"
"Why didn't you say so earlier!!"   And off they came.  
"Now what"
"I want you to blow me".  Man, did he have technique.  I shot
in record time as he swallowed all of it.  I laid down next to
him in a sixty-nine, and we both started blowing each other.
After he got off, he told me to fuck him. I spit on my dick
and his ass, and jumped in in a single motion.  Bet it took
me all of three strokes and I filled his butt with a load.

Over the next 3 years we weren't really friends, but sex fiends
when we needed it.  Jim was always horny, and although we only
got together about a dozen times, they were experiences.  We
nailed each other in the half-bath while my family ate dinner
downstairs.  He worked at a hotel, and got us a room.  We 
fucked, in the open, on the roof of my garage one afternoon.

One of those summers we went to the beach with Dave (remember
little Dave) and his family.  While we were goofing around
in our room, he asked if I wanted to fool around some.  It
seems that after I had moved, he had continued his escapades
with a number of friends, and "was always horny".  So I said
sure, lets play poker and see who loses.  He said, "No, that
takes too long.  Let's roll dice, and each time you lose,
it's either a piece of clothes or 5 minutes of slavery."
I said OK, how many times do we roll?
"10."  
"But we each only have 4 pieces of clothes!  That means we
may both have to be 'slave'. (Some days I'm slow).

So we started.  As was to happen many times over the next
few days, Dave lost much more than me.  Just lucky I guess.
The first game he lost 4 rounds in a row before I lost any.
There certainly wasn't any hiding either of our stiff dicks
from the first roll though.  When all 10 rolls were done, I had
15 minutes of slave time coming from him.  We started with a 
nice slow blowjob, licking my feet, sucking my ass, I came twice
and made him swallow all of it.  Not that he complained.  When
my time was up, we both ended up owing time, and I enjoyed
sucking his dick as much as he did mine.  We even did some of
the acts outdoors, where we had to run around naked, fuck a
tree knot, suck dick in a sand dune.  What a wild time.  We
both tried sucking dick under water, but weren't successful.
However, we did fuck each other in the ocean, which was way
cool.  I think a few people walking by suspected what we were
up to, but they didn't run off screaming.  Once we took his car
for a spin, and while he was driving, I started playing with
his leg, slowly working my way up towards his erect crotch.
He warned me that if I kept it up, I would have to finish.
So I slowly pulled his zipper down, pulled out his hard cock,
and gently massaged it.  When I knew he was close, I leaned
over and took it to the root in one lunge.  He almost lost
control, and I started to gag as I laughed.  It wasn't too
long before he started filling my mouth with gobs of cum,
something I've always enjoyed.  After cleaning and zipping
him up, we headed back to the house for some more fun.  What
a great two weeks.  When we left, I kind of figured that 
that was it for us, but future chapters will see more of him.

During the next school year, I started to get friendly with
one of the guys I worked and went to school with.  One day,
Ed asked me for a lift home.  I said OK, let's go.  On the
way, he asked if I knew a way to get some beer, and I said sure,
a couple places will sell to me.  So I scored a six pack,
and we cruised around drinking a beer and bullshitting.  He
reached into his bookbag, and pulled out a fuck mag.  He
would show me pictures, while playing with himself through his 
pants.  I pulled over and parked on a side street so I could
look at a mag also.  Well, he pulled his dick out and started 
masturbating in earnest.  It was only about 4 inches, with
a little hair, but I sure wanted it.  Only the mags were
straight, and I didn't have the nerve to start things.  After
we both had come ( using our own hands ), I dropped him off
at home.  This was repeated a few times, with the addition of
us streaking around the block we parked on, naked as jay birds
with hard dicks bouncing up and down.  Followed by a quick
exit from the neighborhood (still naked in the car), to another
street to beat off on.  Finally I knew I had to make the first
move, and one night, I said "Hey, my hands tired, why don't
you do me too?"  Well, he reached over and grabbed it, and
I thought things were great.  So I reached over to his side,
and we brought each other to a climax that left cum stains
on the roof of my car.  Words were never exchanged.  We did
this a couple more times in future episodes, but then he
started dating a girl, and we never went back out.  What a
shame, I had so much more I would have liked to try with
him.

Well, that takes me to my leaving home at 18, and should be
enough for now.  It's taken 4 days and 9 orgasms to get this
far.  Both my dick and my mind need a break.  I hope you've
enjoyed this as much as me.