Tbone66:
Tbone66 is a 66 y.o. male bisexual, residing in upstate New York; retired from both military and civilian workforce. Hobbies include writing (erotic/non-erotic poetry & short stories), outdoor photography, and bird/wildlife observation.
1. Erotic Poems:
2. Erotic Short Stories:
One day while fishing with a friend, I had too much to drink;
I fell asleep, but when I woke—I knew not what to think.
My pants were down below my knees, my dick hard as a rock;
I felt a thrill I’d never known, as my friend sucked on my cock!
I didn’t know how to react . . . . never considered myself gay;
But the pleasure I was going through, now made me feel that way.
I was still a virgin, at nineteen . . . . never had sex with a girl;
The exquisite feelings in my cock, had my head in a whirl.
Then I did something I never thought, that I would ever do;
I moved my body around so that—I could suck him, too.
I can’t explain how great it felt, to taste his long, hard prick;
I took him deeply as I could, once I had made it slick.
We both became excited, as we hungrily sucked with greed;
Our cocks strongly exploded, and I swallowed all his seed.
He did the same for me, and as we gently licked each other . . . .
I knew I’d finally found the one—I loved more than a brother.
We moved into each other’s arms, and held each other tight;
We looked in one another’s eyes, knowing we’d make love all night.
The first time that he entered me, I groaned and cried in dread;
The pain quickly subsided, and I felt pleasure now—instead.
I wrapped my legs around him, and let go with a howl;
He moaned aloud, and spurted semen—deep inside my bowels.
I held him tightly to my breast, and told him with a sigh . . . .
The love that I now felt for him was too strong to deny.
He kissed me gently, on the lips, and swore he felt the same;
Love for the both of us was now more than just a game.
When I later slipped my prick inside his warm and willing ass,
We knew these feelings that we shared would never, ever pass.
For those who frown at us and say, the way we live is wrong;
Please bear in mind, the love we feel to us is just as strong—
As the love that men and women share . . . . and maybe even more;
We all have the right to choose, the one we’re destined for.
Tbone66, Mar ‘12
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When you were a young man, sex was all you thought about;
It was on your mind, both night and day, of that there was no doubt.
As you rode the school bus, and sat close to a girl—
Before you knew it, “Up” it came . . . . your cock began to whirl.
And if you said, “I’ll walk you home” —and carried all her books,
You had to hold them all in front of you, to avoid the funny looks.
And when you started necking in a car, you’d get so stiff—
That once you took her home, you’d “jerk-off” in a handkerchief!
Sometimes you’d join a “circle-jerk,” where the guys would “whip it out?”
There were all shapes and sizes, and you’d all “cum” with a shout!
That was when you first had thoughts, of other ways you could have fun—
You had already swallowed yours—why not lick your best friend’s “gun?”
Pretty soon, the word was getting ‘round—that you liked to “give head;”
Instead of jerking-off , your “friends” would call you up instead.
Not wanting to be unpopular, you took them on . . . one and all;
Soon your reputation grew—on bathroom walls your name they’d scrawl.
And then you met that older guy, the one with all the class;
You soon had such a crush on him, you let him “fuck you up the ass!”
But then he left you all alone—to sulk and agonize;
Soon you rose above the pain . . . . there were always other guys.
It was then you started thinking, that you were the wrong gender;
You no longer felt like a man . . . your heart was just too tender.
So you started taking hormones, and your breasts began to grow;
Then you made arrangements, for the surgery you’d undergo.
When everything was said and done, you were happy with the change;
All you had to do was find a way, for your life to rearrange.
Eventually, you found someone—to marry and settle down;
You looked so young and beautiful, in your lovely wedding gown.
Tbone66, May ‘12
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When I was twelve, I met a boy . . . who’d just moved into town;
Since he was new, I told him that I’d gladly show him ‘round.
Soon we became inseparable . . . we’d play sports, and watch TV;
One day I asked him if he’d like to spend the night with me.
By now we’d become teenagers, and girls were on our minds;
When we lay in bed, he said, “Show me yours, I’ll show you mine!”
At first we weren’t sure what to do, as we held each other’s pricks;
But then we turned ourselves around, and gave each other licks.
The excitement soon began to mount, as our cocks began to rise . . .
Then he rolled me on my back, and moved between my thighs.
When he first slipped inside of me, all I could feel was pain;
But I wrapped my legs around his hips, more pleasure to attain.
The pain quickly disappeared, as he pounded me inside . . .
When he spurted deep within my bowels, my love I could not hide.
I kissed his cheeks, his eyes, his lips—as I felt his semen drain;
We knew we’d found a special love . . . . we’d share, time and again.
Later, as I fucked his ass, he began to moan and groan;
We knew we must love secretly, because no one would condone . . . .
The way we felt about each other . . . . and the passion that we shared—
Others would not understand, how much we really cared.
The weeks turned into months, and the months turned into years;
We loved each other desperately, through the laughter and the tears.
When I left for the Air Force, we pledged undying love;
We fit together perfectly . . . . like a hand would fit a glove.
But alas, it was not meant to be . . . . for while we were apart—
He met a young, attractive girl, who quickly stole his heart;
As I look back upon the time we shared, I feel the pain—
And know that I will never love . . . . anyone, again.
Tbone66, May ‘12
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As a lad of 16, I knew that I had feelings that were strange;
While other boys were playing sports, into my sister’s clothes I’d change.
Her panties felt so good to me, I’d always get a “rise” . . . .
I stole a pair to wear in school, and I’d rub them between my thighs.
One day she caught me in her drawers, and asked why I was there;
I said, “I love to wear your panties . . . and need another pair.”
At first, she started to object—but then began to smile . . . .
She said, “You do act like a girl, so let’s fix you up in style!”
She dressed me up in pretty skirts, and blouses that showed skin;
She rubbed my cock, when I got hard . . . even though it was a sin.
She let me kiss her lovely breasts, and feel between her legs . . . .
Soon I had my tongue inside—I loved to hear her beg.
She taught me all the intimate things, that satisfy a girl—
I was in seventh heaven . . . . my heart was in a whirl.
The first time that she “made me up,” I couldn’t believe my eyes—
With lipstick, ‘shadow,’ and rouge . . . . I no longer was one of the guys.
Because she went to college, there was always an excuse—
For me to go and spend the night . . . . and we’d put her clothes to use.
There were always parties going on, that we could both attend—
We’d dress up in some sexy clothes—she’d introduce me as her friend.
The guys were always after us, trying to get us into bed—
And all at once it happened . . . . I met a boy named Fred.
The first time that he kissed me, I knew that I was hooked—
But what would happen when he learned . . . I was ‘different’ than I looked!
Whenever we were ‘making out,’ I always stopped his hand—
From venturing beneath my skirt, where my cock was in a “stand!”
I’d always go down on my knees, and suck him to release;
I knew he wanted more than this, but at least he felt at peace!
This went on for several weeks, and I fell deeply in love—
I felt like Fred was sent to me, by the Good Lord, up above.
My sister asked, “What will you do—when he learns that you’re a guy?”
The tears began to fill my eyes . . . . and I began to cry.
She held me gently in her arms, and then she took my hand . . . .
She said, “If he loves you too, I’m sure he’ll understand.”
Finally one night it happened, as we made out in his car;
I was overcome with passion, and I let him go to far.
Before I could prevent it, he looked at me in shock—
Where he expected to find pussy, instead he found a cock!
Tears began to fall, as I confessed my love was true—
He said, “There’s nothing to forgive . . . because I love you, too!”
You can’t begin to understand, how my heart leapt with joy—
My guy had fallen for me, too . . . even though I was a boy.
From then on, we were inseparable—making love both day and night—
He confessed he was bisexual . . . . so everything would be alright.
This went on for two years, ‘til he got his degree—
By then I’d graduated, and he asked, “Will you marry me?”
All of my prayers were answered, as I gladly told him “Yes!”
My sister—my ‘Matron of Honor,’ helped me choose my wedding dress.
My parents were disappointed, when they learned about my “dressing”—
But they loved me just the same, and gladly gave their blessing.
They welcomed Fred and told him . . . “You’re part of this family now—
We can’t be more excited, that your about to exchange vows.”
We were married in a little church, with close friends in the pews;
In Boston, it was no big deal . . . . it didn’t even make the news.
My happiness and my joy . . . . came to me in every way—
The day that I walked down the aisle . . . on my lovely wedding day.
Tbone66, May ‘12
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Imagine me, imagine you . . .
When first we met, I little knew--
That she would be the one I’d love,
Sent to me from up above.
She looked so sweet, the day we met--
I was too shy to speak, and yet . . . .
She made me feel so much at ease,
When she gave my hand a squeeze.
Her touch was like an electric shock--
It seemed so natural, for us to talk.
We spoke of things we’d seen and done;
Instantly I knew, she was the one . . . .
Soon we became the best of friends,
I felt it best if I pretend . . . .
That friendship was enough for me--
But knew, in time, it wouldn’t be.
Sleepovers became a common thing;
I loved to hear her--when she’d sing.
One night, as we tussled in my bed,
I couldn’t believe the words she said . . . .
She told me of her love for me,
Even though she knew it shouldn’t be.
Tears filled my eyes, and my heart swelled--
I told her, “I love you as well.”
We hugged each other, and gently kissed--
Knowing that . . . . we’d face prejudice.
Many feel lesbian love is wrong . . . .
But God, above, knows our love is strong.
Tbone66, May ‘12
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After returning from an overseas tour, while in the military, I was horny as usual; I went downtown and wandered around for awhile, before spotting an ‘adult movie theater.’ I bought my ticket and went inside, then stood in the back for a few moments to let my eyes get accustomed to the darkness; the sunlight outside had been quite bright, but as my eyes began to focus, I could now distinguish what was going on around me.
Off to my left, I saw an elderly man, about 60, and he had his cock in hand as he masturbated—while keeping his eyes glued to the screen; the scene he was watching was of a beautiful girl being double-penetrated by two, well-hung studs. She was sandwiched between the two of them, and one guy lay under her—his giant cock buried inside her ass; the other was on top, fucking her pussy with long, vigorous strokes. My own cock was now beginning to stiffen, and the old man was starting to groan, as he spewed his cum into a handkerchief.
About one-fourth of the way down the right side of the theater, a guy and his girlfriend were obviously fucking; she was sitting on his lap, her skirt up around her waist, and he was strongly lifting then forcing her down onto his stiff organ. She had her head thrown back, and was trying to stifle her cries of pleasure, as he pummeled her cunt. Seeing this made my cock rise to full staff—aching for release from my tight trousers.
I didn’t notice it at first, but off to my right, two young guys were together, and, while one watched the movie, the other knelt between his legs and sucked his big cock; he was obviously doing a good job of it, because the recipient of the blow job placed both hands on the back of his partner’s head, and encouraged him further. Soon he groaned aloud (no one was the wiser, though, because of the moaning and groaning on the screen), and tightly held his lover’s face to his groin—as he pumped his seed down his friend’s throat. Finished, the one on the floor got up and sat next to him; they immediately shared a deep kiss, and, although I couldn’t be sure, I think they also shared the load of sperm.
There was other activity going on, but the viewers were scattered in one’s and two’s, throughout the theater. Finally, my eyes came to rest on two men who were also standing at the back of the theater; I hadn’t noticed them earlier, but one was leaning over the row of seats in front of him. Although he had jeans on, I could readily tell that the man standing behind him was slowly, but surely fucking his ass! Trying not to be too obvious, I moved a little closer—they were too busy to notice, but I finally figured out that the one being fucked had his jeans on backward; this allowed his ’friend’ to unbutton them, then slip his huge dick into his ass hole. And when I say huge, I mean ‘huge!’ It looked to be about 10” long, and near big around as a coke bottle! Each time he sank his weapon inside his lover, the guy grunted with the impact; I couldn’t take my eyes off them, and even stuck my hand down my trousers to massage my stiff dick, as I watched them.
Not able to take it any longer, I went to the men’s toilet to relieve myself—afraid that I might ejaculate in my pants, if I didn’t do something quick. I went inside a stall, pulled my cock out began to vigorously jerk-off; all of a sudden I heard, “Pssssst.!” I looked over to the right and saw a hole in the wall; immediately, a tongue poked through, and I realized this was one of the “glory holes,” that I’d heard about. I approached it, and inserted my erect organ through to the other side; instantly, a hand grasped me and lips encircled my cock head. This guy seemed to be a real pro at cock-sucking, and, in no time he was deep-throating my 8-inch cock; I’d been so aroused by what I’d seen in the theater, that it only took about 3 minutes, before I flooded the guys throat with my semen. He greedily swallowed every drop, then licked my organ clean—before patting the head, to let me know he was done; he then inserted a note through the hole, and I took it from him.
I left the bathroom and exited the theater; when I got back to the barracks, I pulled out the note and read it. It said, “My name is Brad, and I noticed you at the back of the theater. If you’d like to meet up again, come back to the theater for the 1 o’clock show, on Saturday. And if you’re up for it, wear Levi 501’s—backwards, and stand at the back of the theater again.” “Wow,” I thought—“this guy couldn’t be more obvious; he wants to fuck my ass!” Not too surprisingly, I immediately made up my mind to do it; after all, I was a bisexual. Sex with guys was something I had enjoyed, ever since an intimate relationship with an older man for a year—before I left to go overseas. He had taught me how two guys could pleasure one another.
On Saturday, dressed in my “501 jeans” and no underwear, I entered the theater; I was a little excited, as the film began, and my cock even began to stir in my trousers—at the thought of what was going to happen. Five minutes into the movie, I sensed someone approaching me from behind; fingers began to unbutton my jeans, as a man leaned over my shoulder and whispered, “Hi, I’m Brad and I’ve got a big cock just begging to get inside your tight ass; with that, he gently encouraged me to lean over the rear of the seats in front of me, and inserted the nozzle of a tube of lubricant into the brown, puckered entrance of my asshole. He generously squeezed a large amount inside, then removed it; instantly, he moved in behind me and eased his cock head inside my tight opening; ever-so-slowly, he began to slide his gigantic prick inside me. I moaned at the size of him, thinking “Damn, it feels like he sticking a baseball bat up my ass!”
It took a lot of effort, on my part, to open myself up to such a large organ . . . . but finally, my sphincter relaxed enough to let him penetrate me fully; his giant balls were now firmly pressed against my buttocks. Brad stuck his hand down the front of my pants and grasped my erect cock—rubbing it slowly, as he gently began to fuck me. The pain which I felt, a moment before, quickly subsided—and was replaced by the joy and pleasure of being totally filled by him; I tightened my sphincter repeatedly around his girth, causing him to groan. After about ten, steady minutes of deep fucking, he leaned over and said, “I can’t hold back any longer, I’m going to shoot my load deep inside your ass;” seconds later, his breathing became labored and he pumped jet-after-jet of hot cum, deep into my bowels. I couldn’t believe it, as he continued to flood my rectum with his semen; it felt like someone had turned a hose on, inside my ass. I was on the verge of coming, as well, and Brad knew it—he immediately tightened his grip on my prick, squeezing it firmly until the urge passed.
Finished, he slowly withdrew his still semi-hard dick, and immediately stuck a tissue inside my asshole—which had begun to leak his sperm. He then took my hand, and led me to the bathroom, instructing me to sit on the toilet and relieve myself of his load; his seed immediately came out, ‘plopping’ into the water beneath me, and splashing my ass. I couldn’t help but laugh, and told him, “Do you know how many babies you could have made, with that load?” He chuckled and said, “Never gonna’ happen . . . . I’m only into guys, pardon my pun!” After we’d both cleaned ourselves up, he said, “Let’s go to my car . . . . we still have to do something about that load of yours;” his car turned out to be a van with tinted windows, and, once inside, we both undressed completely. After sucking my cock for a few moments, Brad lubricated his asshole and knelt before me; in a matter of seconds, I was totally imbedded deep inside his rectum, and began fucking him with long, deep strokes.
Before I could orgasm, he said, “Wait—let me turn over, so I can see your face when you cum inside me; with that he turned onto his back and I reentered him. He wrapped his long legs around my hips, and, as I closed my eyes and began vigorously fucking him again, he pulled my face down to his and kissed me, deeply—sticking his tongue in my mouth. I moaned, and he released my lips to watch me, as I went over the edge—my cock throbbing and bucking inside him, as I flooded his bowels with my hot semen. When I’d finished ejaculating, I pulled my wet organ free of his rectum; he immediately wrapped his lips around my cock and licked me clean. We then went to his apartment, where we remained for the rest of the weekend . . . . fucking and sucking repeatedly, until neither of us had any juices left. From then on, we were inseparable, and a week later I moved out of the barracks to live with him; now, 32 years later, we are still together . . . . and just as much in love as ever!
Tbone66, April ’12
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At the age of nineteen, I entered the military and was stationed in Florida; although I’d had several girlfriends, this was the ‘60s . . . . and I was still a virgin. I had great expectations that this would change, now that I was in the ‘Sunshine State’ —with all the beaches and bikinis, I’d heard about. But, four months later, I was still innocent in the mysteries of love and (especially) sex; frustrated, I guess I wasn’t all that easy to get along with—which is where my First Sergeant came in.
Leonard was a native Floridian, about 42 years old, and he kinda’ took me under his wing; I was invited to meals at his home, with him and his wife, and we started fishing together, regularly. We also consumed a fair amount of beer on these excursions, though I was a year and a half under the legal drinking age; funny part is that I was of legal drinking age, in my home state of New York.
During February, we had a holiday weekend and he invited me on a weekend fishing trip, to a lake he knew of in the southern part of the state; I readily agreed, and we departed bright and early on Saturday morning. We shared the driving, during the 3-hour trip, finally arriving at our destination around 10 a.m.; Leonard drove his camper down the narrow, dirt road, for about two miles, finally stopping at a secluded campsite—right next to the lake. After setting up the camper, and gathering wood for the fireplace, we cast a couple of lines in the water and opened a couple of beers; the fish weren’t biting, since it was now mid-day, and it was so warm we were wearing T-shirts and shorts.
Following a quick lunch, we relaxed in lounge chairs—drinking more and more beer, until I was pretty inebriated; I started to doze off, but Leonard suggested we take a nap in the camper for a couple of hours. We each took a bunk, and I was asleep in no time; it was probably an hour or so, later, when I groggily awoke to the realization that was my cock was hard as a rock . . . . not only that, but Leonard had it in his mouth and was greedily sucking on me! Before I could protest, I reached the point of no return—ejaculating my seed deep into his mouth and throat; he never even paused, avidly swallowing my entire load. He gently squeezed my balls, and slowly licked my organ clean; I had no idea what happened to my shorts, and slid over to make room for him—when he moved up beside me.
Much to my surprise, Leonard was naked from the waist down, too; his gigantic prick nestled against my hip, as he rolled onto his side to face me; I was more than a little taken aback, by these events, but I couldn’t deny that the experience was definitely a pleasurable one. He gently took hold of my still semi-hard organ, and slowly massaged my foreskin as he spoke: “Well, did you enjoy that,” he asked? I could only nod my head in response, as he continued to manipulate me; meanwhile, his own stiff cock was throbbing against my thigh, and I looked down in awe at its size. Leonard chuckled and said, “It’s a little bigger than yours, ain’t it?” I responded, “What do you mean a little . . . . it looks like a baseball bat!”
By now, I was totally hard once more—prompting Leonard to reverse himself, and take me in his mouth once more; in this position, his massive prick was right in front of my face. As he commenced to sucking me again, I tentatively reached for his long, fat weapon and slowly began to rub his foreskin up and down; “Damn,” I thought, “I can’t even get my fingers completely around it!” After stroking it a few more times, I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked his massive cock head—until it was glistening wet; Leonard moaned a little, around my stiff member, prompting me to open my mouth and insert the plum-sized head inside. The taste, I thought, was really quite pleasant—so I began to suck on him in earnest, determined to find out what his semen tasted like; I had sampled my own, on numerous occasions, and liked it . . . . so why wouldn’t I like someone else’s?
Because I’d already cum, once, I didn’t feel the urge to ejaculate again right away—as Leonard continued his sucking; his organ, on the other hand, was beginning to leak seminal fluid—as I attempted to take as much of him as I could, into my mouth and throat. He was so large, though, that I could only accommodate about half of his length. All at once, he gave a muffled groan and his gigantic tool throbbed and bucked inside my mouth; I sucked fiercely on his cock head, knowing he was about to explode. Instantly, his prick shuddered, and flooded my mouth and throat with spurt-after-spurt of his seed; I swallowed a fast as I could, but there was just too much—and some of it seeped from the corners of my mouth, and down my hand and wrist. I couldn’t believe how much of his juice there was, and I savored the taste on my tongue—as it slowed to a manageable amount.
Once I’d sucked him completely dry, I licked his semi-hard organ from top to bottom—even taking his giant balls into my mouth; finally, Leonard released my still-erect cock from his lips and moved back up alongside me. After cleaning the sperm off my hand and wrist with a tissue, he pulled me to him for a long, soul-searching kiss; I surrendered to him, completely, wrapping my arms around him as he held me. When we finally came up for air, he asked me to tell him the truth . . . . had I ever fucked a girl (or a guy)? I responded that I was a virgin, and that I’d never had any kind of sexual contact—with anyone. He quickly kissed me again, then reached into a drawer next to the bunk; he pulled out a tube of K-Y lubricant, uncapped it, and immediately inserted the nozzle into his anus—squeezing a generous amount inside. He smeared some around his puckered, brown opening, then coated my stiff prick with some—until it was slick with the stuff.
Leonard then got on all fours, on the bunk, and said, “Get behind me—you’re about to get the first fuck of your life!” Although this was not how I visualized my first sexual experience, I avidly did as I was told; approaching him from the rear, I held my cock steady and slowly fed it into his warm, willing rectum. I could not believe how good it felt, to be sheathed inside his ass hole, and pressed on until my balls made contact with his buttocks; lust quickly took over, and I began to vigorously pound my cock into him—making him grunt with the contact. After about 5 minutes of pure, animal rapture, my orgasm overtook me; I groaned aloud, as my organ erupted—pumping volley-after-volley of sperm, deep into his bowels. I was in total, erotic bliss, as the pleasure finally subsided. When I finally withdrew from him, he stood up and said, “Let’s jump in the lake to clean up;” totally naked, we raced to the water and dove in—laughing, splashing, and frolicking for several minutes.
By now, it was nearly suppertime—so Leonard, still nude, busied himself fixing a meal on the stove; all the while we ate at, we eyed one another with a different kind of hunger—and when he stood up to get us another beer, I noticed his giant cock was semi-hard. This caused mine to begin to stir once more (everyone knows that teenagers get perpetual hard-ons); when we finished our last bite, I moved to his side of the table. Leaning over, I took possession of his huge organ and began stroking the foreskin back and forth, along it’s length. I smiled and said, “Do you want me to suck you off, again?” Leonard smiled back and said, “I’d rather do to you what you did to me!” I looked at him in total disbelief . . . . I said, “You’ve got to be kidding, you’d split me in two with this monster of yours!” He said, “I’ll go very slow, and will stop immediately—any time you say so.”
Thinking of how much pleasure he’d given me, I agreed . . . . but with the firm understanding that he just stated. With that, we climbed into the bunk and I knelt with my face resting on a pillow, as he instructed; Leonard got in behind me, and spread my ass cheeks apart. He then began to slowly lick my puckered opening, and massaging it with his fingers; he continued this for some time, and I was actually beginning to enjoy it. He then reached for the tube of K-Y lubricant and uncapped it—inserting the nozzle into my tight anus, just as he’d done to his own; he squeezed a huge amount of it into my rectum, then inserted one finger into me. Twisting and manipulating it, he worked at loosening me up; after a couple of minutes, he inserted a second one and repeated the process. Slowly but surely, I was beginning to relax and he began finger-fucking me; when he inserted a third one, I groaned slightly, in pain, but bit the pillow as he continued. Eventually, he felt I was loose enough to take him inside my ass.
Moving in behind me, Leonard applied a generous amount of K-Y to his enormous prick, and guided the fat head to my virgin opening; he firmly pressed forward, while gripping my waist with one big hand. I moaned into the pillow, as he slowly slipped the crown past my tight sphincter; I grunted, as it finally “popped” inside me! He stopped all movement, at this point, allowing my hole to get used to its presence; the pain eased, somewhat, and he gently slid another couple of inches inside me. I bit harder down on the pillow, determined to take him—if at all possible; Leonard pulled back until only the head remained inside me, then pushed forward with more determination. This time, I cried out in excruciating pain—as nearly half of his 11-inch cock slipped into my orifice; I yelled to him, “We have to stop Leonard, it hurts too much, and I’m probably bleeding!”
He stopped moving again, and assured me that I wasn’t bleeding; still, I insisted that we had to stop. Leonard said, “Okay, just hold still and I’ll ease it out of you;” ever-so-slowly, he eased back until his cock head was all that remained. I expected to feel him exit my hole completely, but, instead, he gripped my hips with his strong hands and savagely lunged forward—driving his gigantic member deep into my rectum! I yelled aloud, and tears instantly filled my eyes as he totally impaled me—destroying all vestiges of my anal virginity; his huge balls were now firmly pressed against my naked buttocks, and his cock fully distended my opening to accommodate its length and girth. I could feel it throbbing and pulsating deep inside me.
I couldn’t believe that he’d gone back on his promise, and my passage was burning like fire; Leonard leaned over and tenderly kissed the back of my neck—expressing his sincere apology, for ‘taking me’ in this fashion. He said, “It’s always like this, the first time, but once you get used to my size you’ll begin to appreciate the pleasure of being fucked.” He remained completely still, waiting for my pain to subside; after 3 - 4 minutes it did, and he reached beneath me to take hold of my prick—which had immediately wilted, due to the pain of my semi-rape. Immediately, I began to stiffen in his hand, and he slowly eased his cock back from my depths; ever-so-gently he then entered me fully, once more.
By now, the pain was being replaced by the sensation of being totally filled by him; my injured passage became more receptive to his presence, and, the combination of his hand stroking me was having his desired effect on me; I groaned each time he bottomed-out inside me, but now it was more pleasure than pain—and I told him, “It doesn’t hurt as bad, now, and is actually beginning to feel good.” He kissed my neck again, then began to fuck me a little more purposefully; soon, he began driving himself into me with a little more force each time. I could tell he was nearing his climax, and I actually squeezed his cock tightly in the grip of my sphincter—making him groan; Leonard said, ’My God, but you’re tight . . . . a couple more minutes of this and I’m going to explode!”
This encouraged me further, and, in addition to alternately squeezing then releasing my grip on him, I pushed my ass backwards at the same time he was thrusting into me. That did it, because suddenly he cried out, “Oh, ugh, I’m coming!” And come he did, flooding my bowels with an enormous stream of his man-juice; I thought, “Damn, if I was a woman I know his seed would shoot straight into my womb, and I’d be pregnant within seconds!” This thought almost made me wish that I was . . . . so that I could bear his child, as prove of our love-making. I shook that silly thought from my mind, and concentrated on his gigantic member, throbbing and still spurting inside me. Needless to say, we didn’t get a whole lot of fishing done during the remainder of the weekend . . . . but we did do a helluva’ lot of fucking and sucking—which continued right up until I left for Vietnam, seven months later. Leonard’s gone now, but not in my mind and memories.
Tbone66, April ‘12
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“First Sergeant (Part 2)”
In my opening story, I described my initiation to the joy of gay sex; I was away from home for the first time in my life, and hungering for my first sexual experience. Well, I got my first “taste” of sex, by way of sucking my First Sergeant’s 11-inch cock to orgasm, and swallowing his seed—after he’d orally taken advantage of me, when I had too much to drink. He then let me fuck him in the ass, and I reluctantly agreed to let him do the same to me . . . . though it was more of a semi-rape, on his part, when he painfully relieved me of my anal virginity. For the remainder of that holiday weekend, we sucked and fucked each other to the point of sheer exhaustion.
It was two days later, before we were ’sexually’ together again; while at work, one of my fellow workers informed me that the “First Shirt” wanted to see me . . . . snickering, as he said, “You’re probably going to get your ass chewed out!” When I knocked, then entered his office, Leonard was sitting at his desk with his back to me; without turning around, he said, “Lock the door and come over here.” Doing as he instructed, I approached him and he turned to face me . . . . immediately, I noticed he was naked, from the waist down, and sporting a huge erection! He smiled, and I smiled back—there was no doubt, whatsoever, what it was that he wanted; I quickly removed my own trousers, grabbed a cushion from his office couch, and, after placing it on the floor, knelt before him.
I reached for his engorged cock, and wrapped my lips around the bulbous head; slowly licking it all over, I began to pump his foreskin up and down—causing him to moan softly. I began massaging his huge balls, and even sucked on these, before returning to my favorite slab of flesh; I began to suck him with more determination, forcing more and more of his gigantic prick into my mouth and throat. I was now able to comfortably handle about 8-inches, and knew that, with more time and practice, I would eventually be able to swallow his entire, fat organ . My own cock was rock-hard, and I slowly masturbated, as I sucked Leonard’s prick; about two minutes later, he placed his hands on the back of my head, and held me against him . . . . as he spurted his load of cum deep into my throat! I furiously swallowed, and was able to take all of it without spilling a drop; I retained some of it in my mouth, however, and when his orgasm subsided, we kissed deeply—and I shared some of his own semen with him.
I was still fully-erect, having squeezed my cock head to prevent my own ejaculation; Leonard gripped my butt cheeks in his large hands, and pulled my groin to his face . . . . taking my entire 8-inch organ into his mouth and throat. Gently squeezing my balls, he had me gasping within minutes—as he encouraged me to ‘face-fuck’ him; seconds later, I groaned and pumped my entire load, right down his throat! He greedily swallowed all of it, and we quickly donned our shorts and uniform trousers; he then handed me a folder of paperwork, with instructions to return it by the end of the day. I left his office and returned to my work area; when asked by my fellow worker, if I’d gotten my ass chewed out, I smiled and said, “Naw, he had some ‘oral’ instructions for me, regarding this paperwork he wants completed.”
The next day, Leonard told me his wife was going to visit relatives, for two entire weeks, and that I should come over for supper; he also suggested I bring a change of clothing and toothbrush, so I could stay overnight. For the rest of the work day, I thought about how I’d actually be sleeping with the man I’d come to love—even though I knew he’d never leave his wife; it would mean the end of his career, if news of our relationship ever surfaced. When I got to the barracks, I quickly showered . . . . paying particular attention to my anus and groin area; donning shorts (with no briefs) and a T-shirt, I grabbed my gym bag with my clothing and tooth brush, and pedaled my bike furiously to Leonard’s house. The doorbell hadn’t even stopped chiming, when he opened the door—completely nude—and rushed me inside.
He was already sporting a massive hard-on, and quickly pulled me into his arms for a long, lingering kiss; my own prick instantly swelled to full erection, as he then pulled my shorts off me. Without saying a word, he draped me over the arm of his couch, and liberally coated my ass hole with K-Y lubricant; after thoroughly coating his long, stiff weapon, he approached me and slipped his fat cock head into my anus. I groaned, as he then entered me—stretching my rectum to once again accommodate his size; now, however, there was no resistance—and I easily opened up for him. I was in 7th heaven, as he finally impaled me totally on his gigantic cock—his huge balls now firmly pressed against my naked buttocks; slowly, he withdrew his organ until only the plum-sized head remained inside me—before entering fully once more. He repeated this, more forcefully each time, until he was slamming his prick into me; his balls slapped loudly against my ass cheeks, and I was now grunting with the impact!
Soon. I could feel his organ swelling to an even larger size, inside me, and I knew he was on the verge of climaxing; I reached between my legs and took hold of his balls, squeezing them in my hand—this caused him to groan aloud, and he instantly started to fill my tight passage with his hot, sticky semen. At the same time, his erupting cock made contact with my prostate, and my own ejaculation overtook me; I had to cover my spurting cock head with both hands, to prevent soiling his couch. After he’d finished, Leonard led me to the bathroom and we jumped into the shower together; we thoroughly cleaned each other and dried-off, then went into the kitchen for ‘burgers & fries, and beer.’
By the time we finished eating, it was dark outside; he suggested taking a swim, but I told him I’d forgotten to bring swim trunks—to which he replied, “Who needs ‘em? I’ve got a privacy fence.” So in we went, laughing, splashing, and fondling one another; eventually, he coaxed me to the shallow end and bodily lifted me to sit on the edge of the pool. Since I was already semi-hard, it didn’t take any time at all for him to make me fully erect—with his fingers, lips, and tongue; when he slipped two fingers inside my anus, I thought I’d go crazy! Leonard massaged my prostate maddeningly, until I couldn’t hold back any longer . . . . I flooded his mouth and throat with my sperm, and he greedily sucked me dry.
We climbed out of the pool and dried off, then sat in lounge chairs to drink another beer; I couldn’t help but notice that his organ was beginning to swell to full proportion, and his eyes told me he wanted my ass once more. I stood up and moved over to him, and, after he generously coated his giant cock with the ever-present K-Y, he turned me around to sit down on his erection; by now, I was thoroughly acclimated to his length and girth, and he easily slipped inside my rectum as I lowered myself. It felt heavenly, to have him fully lodged inside me, and I could feel him throbbing and pulsating inside my depths; he then placed his palms on my backside, and began to raise and lower me on his stiff weapon. Soon enough, lust got the best of me, and I took control; lowering my legs to the side of the lounge chair, I gripped the edges and began to raise and lower myself at a furious pace! He groaned aloud, as ‘I fucked him,’ and I didn’t stop until he exploded inside me—spurting his seed deep into my bowels; even after he came, I continued to ride him—maintaining my tight grip on his huge prick.
Sexually exhausted, we drank a couple more beers each and watched a little TV; by 10 o’clock, we were sound asleep in each other’s arms. When I awoke, about four hours later, I was face down on the bed—and Leonard was butt-fucking me for the third time since I’d arrived! The guy was absolutely insatiable, and proved it time and again—during the months we spent together. By the time I rode my bike back to the dorm, Sunday evening, my ass hole was so sore I could barely sit down; I knew I was about to get a reprieve, though, because he was leaving for a week-long TDY to Alabama, the next day. He would be back on Friday, so we made plans for another fishing trip, the morning after his return.
It was kind of a quiet, uneventful week, and by Friday I was looking forward to the upcoming, “fuck-filled weekend!” Imagine my surprise, when I came out of my dorm after showering, following work, and Leonard was parked out front with his truck & camper; he said he got back earlier than expected, so I grabbed some clothing and my gym bag, and we left for the lake he had in mind. Being a native, he knew of many great fishing spots, and once again he’d see to it that we weren’t interrupted; almost immediately after I climbed into the front seat, I had his enormous cock out of his shorts, and my face buried in his lap. He moaned, as he tried to concentrate on the highway ahead—finally though, he could take it no longer, and pulled down a narrow dirt road; parking under some weeping willow trees, he pulled me to him and kissed me, long and passionately. He then pulled me out of the truck, yanked down my shorts and turned me to lean against the rear of the camper; pulling down his own shorts, he spit into his palm then lubricated his giant cock.
After doing the same to my anus, he stepped in behind me and eased his prick inside my puckered, brown opening; I gripped him tightly with my sphincter, not allowing him to go any further. He groaned and said, “C’mon you cock-teaser, open up and let me in . . . . or I’ll huff and I’ll puff!” I laughed and relaxed my hold on him—then grunted loudly, as he sank himself balls-deep into my passage! Leonard then proceeded to fuck me as if he might never get the opportunity again—raising me up on my tip-toes, as he pounded into me; his cock head was torturing my prostate, and, without even touching it, my own penis began seeping cum in a slow, steady stream. When he finally burst inside me, it triggered my own explosion, and
I shot all over his camper! We cleaned ourselves up and continued on to our destination, arriving just before dark.
We set up at a secluded campsite, and gathered some firewood; he’d brought his boat along, so we set out two ‘trot lines’ of 25 hooks each, for catfish. Finally, we grilled some kielbasa and ate it with potato salad, and dill pickles . . . . what a feast! We did some night fishing, for awhile, until the mosquitoes drove us indoors; then, for the next couple of hours, we feasted on one another! For a change, Leonard let me sleep through the night—when I awoke, he was gone; looking out the window, I could see him swimming in the lake. After relieving myself, I raced, naked, to the water and dove in; the water was kind of cold, but refreshing.
As I rose to the surface, I saw a smiling Leonard walking toward me, in waist-deep water; even submerged, I could see his organ was fully erect. We moved to shallower water, and, following a quick hug and kiss, he turned me away from him and bent me over at the waist; I spread my legs and rested my hands on my upper thighs, waiting for his huge prick enter me. I didn’t have long to wait, and soon he was fucking me with long, deep strokes; my own organ quickly rose to attention, and, as he made contact with my prostate, pre cum began to seep from me. He reached down and began stroking my foreskin back and forth, and at almost the exact second he exploded inside my rectum, I ejaculated as well; as soon as my sperm hit the water, and began crazily spinning toward the bottom, small pan fish came from all directions to snatch it up. Leonard laughed and said, “Now that’s what I call fish food!”
The rest of the weekend went by all too quickly, and soon we were on our way back to the base; the remaining months that we were together also passed by quickly, and it was six months after I arrived in ‘Nam that I received the sad news . . . . Leonard had died of a heart attack. I’ll always remember our time together, and will never forget the love and affection that he showed me—at a time of my life, when I needed it most.
Tbone66, April ’12
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In 1979, I was stationed at a military base in Virginia—where I spent the next two years. My favorite hobby was metal detecting, and, due to the abundance of Civil War relics and old coins to be found, I pursued this endeavor at every opportunity. During the colder weather months (winters are relatively mild, around Hampton/Newport News), it was a coin/relic hunters dream; this was largely due to the absence of flying pests—mosquitoes, in particular. However, when spring rolled around, the “skeeters” showed up in droves . . . . searching for any warm-blooded mammals, from which to extract their desired food supply.
Naturally, with the warmer temperatures came the need to wear lighter clothing (e.g., short-sleeve shirts)—although long pants were still required, to ward off the deer ticks; unfortunately, the lighter clothing also exposed more skin . . . . which the mosquitoes greatly appreciated. ‘Deep-Woods Off’ became an essential part of my gear, when going out treasure hunting; I generously covered every square inch of skin, with the exception of facial areas, to protect myself from the little beggars. There was one are of skin, however, that I totally neglected when ‘putting on my armor’ —which I’ll get to in a moment.
My first day of detecting during ‘skeeter season’ turned out to be pretty productive; in the first couple of hours, I recovered seven Civil War ‘mini-balls’ (musket rounds); a couple of silver quarters; three silver dimes; two ‘shield nickels;’ and assorted Indian-head, wheat, and Lincoln-head pennies. Having drank from my water bottle several times, the time finally came when I needed to relieve myself; since I was hunting in a wooded section bordering a swampy area, the mosquitoes had long ago announced their presence. They hovered close to me, patiently waiting for the insect repellant to wear off—just enough to attack; I kept repeating its use, which had saved me thus far.
Anyway, I was alone in the area so I unzipped my trousers, and withdrew my organ to take a whiz; well hell, you’d have thought I’d just rung the dinner bell! The one area of my anatomy, that I never considered as a target, was instantly under attack by these blood-thirsty savages! Have you ever tried to piss when a horde of mosquitoes was descending on your exposed cock, from every direction? I furiously waved my free hand, to ward them off, but they refused to leave me alone; I had already begun to urinate, and I quickly moved to a less dense area (still pissing & waving)—hoping to leave them behind. Forget that shit . . . . they stayed right with me, so I had no alternative but to continue waving them away; by now, an area of my neck came under attack as well, which distracted me from the “task at hand” (pardon the pun). I had to stop waving, so that I could slap the ones on my neck—which left my exposed prick totally unprotected!
Instantly, I felt a slight burning in my dick, and looked down to see that two of the little critters had already inserted their respective proboscis into my cock head; I shuddered, slightly, as I actually felt my blood being siphoned up their feeding tubes! Even more surprising, my cock instantly began to stiffen—rising to full erection, as they voraciously extracted blood from me. In the meantime, four or five more of the ‘little beasties’ now laid claim to the stem of my penis, and followed suit; the sensation in my sensitive cock head and foreskin was unbelievable!
With a half-dozen of them now sucking on me, I moaned aloud—as a slow stream of semen actually began to flow from my cock head; my organ bobbed up and down on its own, as I watched each of them extract their fill of my life-giving sustenance. When they finally ‘lumbered away,’ they resembled overloaded airplanes; with their departure, others eagerly replaced them at the “dinner table” to get their fill. My cock continued to give up its storehouse of sperm, and one of them actually got washed away when he got to close to the pee-hole; it was comical to watch the little vultures, as they greedily robbed me of my blood; I must have ejaculated a thimble-full of my seed, in a slow, but continuous flow, before it finally halted. In the meantime, I conservatively estimated that I’d fed at least twenty of the ‘blood-suckers;’ others wanted to alight for their fair-share, but I shooed them away, wiped the cum from my piss hole, and tucked myself away.
As I picked up my detector and headed for the car, I finally faced the reality of what I’d just done; remembering how badly mosquito bites swelled the skin, not to mention itched—the next day, I just knew I’d suffer big-time, tomorrow! I showered when I got to the barracks, and inspected my cock for damage; I could see numerous, little red blotches, and groaned at the thought of what was to come. When I awoke the next morning, I immediately went to the john to take a leak; expecting the worst, I couldn’t believe it when I observed that there was no change in the condition of my prick—and, more importantly, there was absolutely no itching at all. This convinced me that the human penis must be immune to mosquito bites!
It was four days later, before I was able to resume my hobby—which now had a new, and even physically pleasurable aspect to it. I was determined to find out if it had just been a fluke, or if my assessment was correct; was my penis, in fact, immune? So I naturally headed back to the same area—only this time, I left my jockey shorts at home; I also wore Levi 501 jeans, with the buttons—so I wouldn’t accidentally catch my foreskin in a zipper. As I exited the car, I instantly began to stiffen in my trousers—just thinking of what I was about to do; by the time I got my detector and digging tools from the trunk, my cock was fully erect! I thought to myself, “Damn, you’re sick—what person in his right mind gets horny thinking about mosquitoes sucking his cock?” The answer I arrived at was easy . . . . ME!!!
Since the hum of mosquitoes was readily evident, locating some in need of a transfusion was easy; they were everywhere, and as soon as I exposed my erect organ they flocked to the source! In seconds, my cock was nearly covered with the little tykes—each of them drilling for sustenance; I let them have their way with me—each of them eagerly probing deep, to get the desired nourishment. Almost instantly, my dick began to throb and buck—as the sensation of many mouth parts feasting on me brought about the desired result; a long, drawn-out orgasm began—and semen began to ooze, then flow in a seemingly unending river. The hungry mosquitoes, meanwhile, quickly changed shifts . . . . those that got their fill (there was no mistaking their bloated, blood-red abdomens, as they lumbered away) were immediately replaced by the ones that had been in the ‘holding pattern.’
When all was said and done, I estimated that I’d fed somewhere between 35 - 45 of the tiny critters; I chuckled to myself, as I left, thinking that—if they could speak, they would surely thank me for my generosity! When I inspected my organ, the next morning, I was overjoyed to note that, again, there were no raised areas of skin (only numerous, tiny red blotches, that disappeared within 24 hours)—and, more importantly once again, there was absolutely no itching! Satisfied with my original assessment, I knew that I was now hooked on “mosquito sex;” I had also come up with a whole new meaning for the term “blood donor!”
Tbone66, April ‘12
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