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Learning Him

By: gshell



"Can I talk to you about something?" she asked in a shy, quiet voice.

"Sure, what's up?"

"I've just been thinking about how you are the first guy I've gotten intimate with and I'm the first girl for you, but something seems a little off."

"What do you mean off? I think we have amazing sex together." he replied.

"I don't disagree, but even though we have amazing sex I feel like there is something more we can do to enjoy each other more."

"I'm assuming you have something in mind already?"

"I just thought we should spend some time getting to know each other's bodies."

"We've seen each other naked a bunch of times, so I think we know each other's bodies by now."

"Ok, if you know my body then tell me where I've got a mole."

"Uh, your butt?"

"No, I don't have any moles. That's what I'm talking about."

"Crap, that was sneaky."

"How about we go to the bedroom and take some time to learn each other? I'll go first to show you what I'm thinking and so you won't get bored, but I don't want you to speak, just let me have my time with you."

"I don't see any reason why not."

His Perspective

We went into the bedroom and I sat on the foot of the bed. I heard her opening a bag as she asked me to lie in the middle of the bed on my back. I didn't know what she had in a bag or that she even prepared for this, but I was game for whatever she wanted.

The bedroom was dark, so I didn't notice when she snuck up beside me until she grabbed my left hand. She proceeded to latch some type of cloth cuff on me and then the headboard. I was about to ask her what she was doing, but she put her finger over my mouth before I could say a word. She then reached over me and grabbed my right hand and cuffed it to the other side of the headboard. I watched as she walked to the end of the bed and strapped my ankles to the footboard. I couldn't move and she didn't say a word about what she was doing. Next, she placed a mask over my eyes so that I couldn't see a thing. She whispered in my ear not to say anything until she released me. All could do was nod at this point.

I heard a clicking sound that reminded me of a light switch, but I doubt she turned on the lights since she never even let us have sex in anything other than pitch black. I could tell she was now on the bed with me and then I felt her hands on my chest. I felt her move her hands down to the bottom of my shirt and start to lift it up. I couldn't see a thing she was doing with the mask over my eyes, but I knew she was disrobing me.

She undid the cuff on my left hand and pulled my arm through the shirt sleeve. I let her do all the work of moving my arm just to make sure I didn't accidently hit her in my blindness. Once my arm was through the sleeve, she placed it back in the cuff. She then did the same to my right hand before pulling my shirt completely off over my head.

I felt her hands slowly move from my shoulders, down to my belly button, and then back up again. I couldn't tell if she was just rubbing me or trying to give my torso a massage. On her last move down, she kept going until her hands were on my belt. I felt her tug at my belt as she loosened the buckle. My penis started to become slightly erect, mostly due to instinct. I wasn't sure where she was going with all this yet, but having her undo my belt was anticipation enough to cause a stir.

After she pulled my belt off, she unbuttoned my pants. I was definitely at full attention now and wanted nothing more than for her to pull me out and climb on top, but she didn't. Next, she unzipped my pants and started to pull them down, leaving my boxers on. My pants were down at my ankles, but since I was strapped in, they could go no further. This didn't stop her from releasing the straps and with one pull, she grabbed my boxers and pulled them off with my pants. I figured I was finally in for a treat, but all she did was strap my ankles back down.

I felt her sit on the bed in between my legs, but she didn't do anything to me. She didn't touch me or say anything. I figured I might as well stay silent myself so she wouldn't think I was worried. It felt like minutes had passed and my erect penis started to deflate. I knew she was there, but she still didn't touch me. After a few more minutes, I was completely flaccid. This bothered me since I'd done a pretty good job at never letting her see me flaccid. Just as I started to try to twist to hide my exposed embarrassment, I felt her warm breath on my waist.

Before I could figure out what she was up to, I felt something warm and moist on the head of my penis. There was a slight pressure, followed by a few tugs. Whatever this was, the feeling is new to me and felt great. She must have bought another toy with the straps and cuffs. As the pressure and tugs continued, I started to become erect again. As I grew, I felt the end of whatever was on me, so the base of my penis became exposed as the tip was still in whatever she had on me. I still couldn't see what was going on, but I felt like I was harder than I've ever been.

All of the sudden, whatever had ahold of my penis let go. I felt a little chill from the change of warm and moist to just the open air. Next, I felt her fingers on my penis, but it felt like she had something else in her hand. Whatever she had, it was definitely hard like plastic or metal. She didn't keep it in her hand long because I didn't feel it any more.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft completely and started to kiss around my lower abdomen. Her hand didn't move as she worked her way up my chest and to my neck. Her kisses continued as she worked her way back down. She planted kisses on me in a straight line until she reached the base of my penis. She paused for a moment and then resumed as she kissed me up the top of my shaft, placed a single kiss on the top, and then down the bottom of my shaft.

After her kissing stopped, her hand began to move up and down. She was giving me a handjob and it felt amazing. I suddenly felt the warm and moist pressure I felt earlier. I still couldn't tell what she was using on me, but after a few minutes, I started to feel a tingling sensation in my abdomen. This feeling grew and I started to tense up.

I was about to orgasm, but this felt more intense than what I've felt before. I couldn't move or warn her and then it started. As my penis made its first jerking motion, I felt the warm, moist object tighten on me. As the next wave of semen rushed to escape me, the object released and tightened again. I felt every drop leave my body and the pleasure from the head of my penis shot through my body with every jerk.

My orgasm was over and I couldn't move. I felt her hand and the object still on me as I started to deflate. She was going to have me flaccid again and I didn't have the energy left to care. After a few minutes, I heard the same clicking sound that I heard at the beginning of all this followed by my legs and then hands being let loose. I pulled off the mask and saw her sitting on the bed next to me smiling.

Her Perspective

We went to the bedroom and he sat at the foot of the bed. He had no idea I was planning this so I'm sure he was surprised when I went to get some preparation materials out of a bag. I told him to lay in the middle of the bed, but he didn't know why. I guess it's a good thing he trusts me.

I snuck up beside him and tied his left hand to the headboard. The cuffs I bought were cloth, so I was hoping they wouldn't hurt him. I moved my finger over his mouth to make sure he knew to stay quiet. The less he knew, the more fun I could have. I then reached over him and strapped his right hand down. I was afraid he would get shy and move around too much, so I proceeded to strap his ankles down.

I made sure he was in a position where he couldn't move no matter how much he tried. The next step was to place a mask over his eyes so he couldn't see what I was doing. I figured if I took away one of his senses, the rest might awaken a little more. 

I wanted to make sure I could see everything clearly, so I turned on the lights. I've never had good visibility of how he looks naked, so this was a good opportunity to do so. I wanted to just tear his clothes off and ride him, but I knew I had to go slow if I wanted to learn anything. I sat on the bed in between his legs and reached up to feel his chest. It was rising a little higher than usual and I could feel his heart beating. I moved my hands down and started to pull his shirt up. I could see his belly and then his chest. I could see his chest hair, which started to get me wet. I reached up and undid the strap on his left hand to pull his shirt all the way off. I'm glad he didn't move his hand or he might have hit me by accident. I strapped him back in a repeated the process on his right side. Now that his shirt was free of the straps, I was able to pull it all the way off.

I put my hands on his shoulders to brace myself to go in for a kiss, but changed my mind to make him wait. I moved my hands down his torso and back up, making sure to feel my way around to find the spots where he reacted most to my touch. I then went to undo his belt. I'm not used to men's belts, so it took a bit of figuring out to get it undone. While I was getting his belt off, I noticed a slight bulge in his pants. He was obviously getting hard from what I was doing, but I didn't want him to just yet. I was hoping to get him hard myself instead of it happening on its own.

I unbuttoned his pants and had to pause because I could see the bulge in his pants grow. I watched as it went from a small lump to where I could make the outline of his penis through his pants. When I figured he would stop growing, I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. His erection was pointing straight up and made a nice tent in his boxers. I wanted to see how much bounce his penis had, so after I undid his ankle straps I reached up and pulled his boxers down with a single tug. His penis pulled down and sprung straight back up with my pull. I liked knowing he was hard enough to pop back up that fast.

Now that he was completely naked, I strapped his ankles back down. I was kind of sad, though, because I wanted to see him without being hard. He's the first guy I've been with or seen naked, but he's always hard by the time he's naked for sex. I ended up getting between his legs in a small ball on all fours were I wasn't touching him. My face was about a foot from his penis and I could see his testicles and entire underside of his penis. With the light on, I could finally see how his veins made little ridges. After a few minutes of just looking and taking in everything his crotch had to offer, he began to get soft. His erection was fading and I would finally get to see what his flaccid penis looks like.

After a little bit of time, his penis was far from being hard. I could see how the head of his penis pulled back where only a little bit was exposed, kind of like a large acorn. He is definitely a grower and looked to be about two inches when soft, but even then with how it looked in its state of rest made me want to grab it and play until he got hard again. He started to twist a little and I could tell he was uncomfortable with me seeing his like this. I wanted to stay like this longer, but figured I might as well move on with my plans. I moved forward and took his penis into my mouth, making sure he couldn't feel my teeth. We've always just went straight to sex, so this was a new experience for us both. The head of his soft penis was between the roof of my mouth and tongue. I pulled my tongue back a little to add slight suction. He started to get hard in my mouth, so I continued with my tongue movement until he was too much to fit all the way in my mouth.

At this point, I wanted to keep going until he came, but I had more in store for him. I could tell he was as hard as he would get, so I let him go from my mouth. I was about to grab his penis and start giving him a handjob when I noticed a ruler next to the bed. This peaked my interest. I figured that I might as well do something I know he would never let me do without being tied down, so I grabbed the ruler and placed it along the top of his penis. From base to tip, he was about five and three quarter inches. That just seems amazing to me that someone could grow that much. Just thinking about him go from flaccid to hard now makes me wet.

I wanted to make him cum, but I didn't want to stop from exploring his body. I wrapped my hand around his penis and started to kiss his body. I wanted to see if I could get any reaction as I moved to different locations. When I kissed him where his neck and shoulders meet, I felt him twitch a little. I worked my way to where my lips were at the base of his penis and I kept kissing. I started to move my hand up and down. As I did, the skin on his shaft moved over the head and back down again. Again, I wanted to watch, but now I became curious about what it would be like to taste his semen.

I placed the head of his penis in my mouth and began to make the same movements with my tongue as I did earlier. I kept moving my hand up and down, but not much, as I kept him in my mouth. I could feel him tense up and knew he was going to have an orgasm soon. In what felt like slow motion, his penis jerked and I felt the first bit of semen came out with a lot of force. As soon as it hit my tongue, I swallowed. I did this with each jerk so I could keep contact with him and me without anything getting in the way. I didn't get to taste his semen as it went straight down my throat, but I liked the feeling of how his orgasm happened in me.

Rather than just letting him go after he was done, I kept him in my mouth and left my hand around his shaft. He became erect in my mouth so I wanted to feel the opposite happen. After a little time, he became flaccid again and I had to let him go. I got up and turned the lights back off so he wouldn't be blinded when he took off the mask. I then undid the straps and sat next to him. When he took off his mask, he looked right at me and smiled.

Learning How to Deep Throat



YOU have me already tied to a bed. Face down with a blind fold on. YOU walk into the room and I can hear you walking across the hardwood floor.

I also hear a second set of feet crossing the room with YOU. The steps are not as loud as YOURS. YOU reach the bed and pull back the sheet you have covering me.

YOU want to see if I am still in the same position that YOU left me in 2 hours ago.

i have not moved. my head tries to move to hear who is with YOU. I can't move too much. you lean over and whisper in my ear.

You ask me if I have been good while you were away. I tell you that I have been. I am still where you left me. I have not tried to move or get away. you kiss me on the forehead before standing up.

I ask you if I could please go to the bathroom. I really have to go. You tell me that I will wait a little longer. You lean over the bed and give my upturned ass a hard swat. Then you turn and speak to the person who is with you.

One short sentence. Then you turn back to me. I feel your breath near my face. You tell me as you are untying my wrist that I can go to the bathroom now but, I will have to be led there because the blindfold is not coming off. You tell me you have a surprise for me and I cannot see it yet.

You stand me up and walk my bare feet across the cold floor. I start to wobble a little because I am still trying to steady from being on the bed for so long. You place one hand on my shoulder slightly gripping it to steady me. Your other hand pops my ass and then grips it.

I think I hear a small giggle from across the room but, am not sure.

you lead me to the toilet and help me sit down. I feel you back away but, not far. I know you are watching me as I start to pee. I try to hurry, not wanting to make you wait.

When I am finished, you let me wash my hands then, lead me back to the bed. Instead of making me lie back down, you sit me on the edge of the bed. 

You tell me that the surprise you have for me is to learn something that has escaped me for so long. My mind is racing. I cannot think.

You tell me to stand up and put my hands behind me. I do as I am told. When I do, I feel the binding of my wrists with the soft leather restraints.

I feel the presence of the other person. You whisper in my ear that today is a day of learning for me.

With those words, you gently push on my shoulders until my knees start to buckle. I begin kneeling to the floor. As my knees reach the floor, I feel the soft pillow you have provided for me.

When I am steady on the pillow, you release my shoulders.

I hear you say something so low that I cannot understand it. You are not talking to me now. 

I hear a small gasp and then I hear a low mans voice almost in a whisper. But, this time, I do hear him. He asks if you are sure. I hear him say, he is there to please but, he is wondering if this is right or not.

It does not take me long to know that you have a submissive man with you.

You notice the expression on my face. You squat down to my ear. You place your hand on my shoulder as you give my ass another hard swat. You whisper low, be still and be quiet or it will get harder as your hand comes down again.

You stand back up. You tell me out loud this time that I will be learning to suck a cock properly today. I try not to show expression on my face. Yet, I feel the giant lump in my throat. I can't swallow. I feel my airway closing off. I feel that I have been doing a good job for you but, apparently you don't.

You tell the sub male that he will be helping you teach me the ways.

You want me to be able to take all of you in my mouth the way that I do when you are inside of me.

My body stiffens as I hear the words come out of your mouth. Not believing what I am hearing. 

You have brought someone in to do something that I have been trying my best to do for a while now.

You apparently are looking at me for any reaction. I cannot help it.

You lean toward me and hit my ass 4 times as hard as you can with your hand. I jerk forward a little from the force. You steady me and give me a 5th hit.

I silently bite my lip as you raise up again. 

You tell the sub to bring the chair up and put it in front of me. He does as he is told. 

You walk away and then return. I have not moved but, my body is stiff and I now feel the ache in my back from it.

You seat yourself on the bed behind me. You now put your hands on my shoulders. You gently rub them with your finger tips. You lean close to me and kiss my cheek. You tell me to relax and it will be so much easier.

My head falls forward slightly. I am resigned to what you are about to do to me.

Your hand runs down my spine towards my ass as you tell me to spread my legs for you. 

I shift my knees to become more open. 

You slide your hand between my legs as I softly moan.

You rub my already wet pussy with your fingers. Then I hear a gentle chuckle as you plunge two fingers deep inside me.

You tell me that you can see that I am excited about what is about to happen to me. 

You tell me that you know I want this. 

You ask me if this is true. 

I barely whisper as I try not to cry. 

I want to please you SIR. I can see this is what you want.

You laugh this time as you plunge once again deeper into me. 

You tell the male sub to get closer to my mouth with his cock. You can see that he is not fully hard and you tell him that I will get him hard. 

You slide your fingers into me again as you tell me to open my mouth. 

I shiver at your touch and your words. 

My mouth opens and I hear you say wider or else. 

I open my mouth more as I hear you tell the male sub to guide his cock in my mouth. 

You tell me to do to him as I have done to you many times before.

I feel his semi-hard cock slide in my mouth. 

I want to please you so I begin to suck his cock. 

Running my tongue back and forth over it. Moving my head up and down on his cock.

I can feel it beginning to grow in my mouth. 

I feel your fingers moving in and out of my pussy.

That's it, you can do it my darling little sub, I hear you say.

My tears make the blindfold wet as I continue to suck the now stiff cock.

Your fingers suddenly pull out of me. I feel a burning on my ass as you slap it hard once again and tell me to stop crying or it will only be worse for me.

You tell the male sub to push his cock further in my mouth as you put your hands on either side of my head to hold me still.

My mouth is pushed further open as the cock goes deeper in my throat.

I feel myself gag as your hands steady my head, refusing to let go.

He pulls back some as you grip me. 

You tell him to do it again. A little further this time.

You tell me to swallow as his hard cock forces its way further in my mouth. 

I try to swallow but, it is so hard. I gag again.

He pulls back again. 

You tell him to do it again. Keep going until I say stop.

I hear him reply, yes sir as his cock goes back into my mouth yet again.

I gag and begin to think I am going to throw up. 

You are still steadying my head. 

You tell him to keep going as you lean to my ear. 

You tell me that I will keep my mouth open and learn or you have something that will keep it open for me and I will still learn. If you have to keep it open for me, I will pay for it later. 

My tears begin to fall again but, they go unnoticed as you tell the male sub to continue. You tell him to go a little faster each time he pushes to the back of my throat. 

I try hard to keep swallowing as his hard cock hits the back of my throat. 

I finally am able to get his cock entirely into my mouth. You let him keep going until he is almost ready to cum. 

You tell him that he is not allowed to cum in my mouth. 

You make him take it out and you allow him to cum on my chest. 

You tell him to go to the bathroom and clean up. 

I hear him walk away as you take a towel and wipe my chest. 

You put your arms around me from behind. 

You tell me that I did good and you will allow me to cum in just a little while. 

You allow me to get up and stretch my shaky legs. You lay me on the bed with my wrists still bound. 

I hear you walk away and talk to the male sub. 

I hear you tell him thank you for his willingness to help you and you will be using him again in the future some time. 

I hear the front door close. You are walking back to the room.

I hear you in the bathroom. 

You return and begin to clean my chest with a warm soapy cloth.

Then, you dry me. 

I hear you unzip your pants. 

I feel myself trying to scoot away on the bed. 

You grab my ankle and pull me toward you. Once again, I feel myself on the floor on my knees. 

This time, the bare hard wood.

I wince as I touch the ground. 

You tell me in a stern voice that I will now show you what I have learned today.

I know better than to try to fight you. 

My mouth opens as I feel your cock slide in and hear you let out a low growl.

I begin as usual, tenderly licking and sucking you. 

You tell me that will not do.

You hold my head in your hands again and begin to push your stiff cock deep into my throat. 

I try my best to do what you made me do earlier. 

My tears once again going unnoticed. 

I swallow when I am supposed to. I do what you are requiring of me. 

I take all of your stiff cock down my throat. 

This seems to please you and I feel the rumblings of your seed building up. 

I prepare myself for what is about to explode in my mouth. 

As you start to cum, you tell me to take it all and swallow it. 

I do as I am told. Slightly gagging with each swallow. 

You pull out of me. 

You stand me up and take the blindfold off. 

My wet eyes try to adjust to the light. 

You turn me around and lay me across the chair that is still there. 

You then proceed to hit my ass hard with your bare hand. 

I jump with each hit and you tell me to be still. 

I finally stop moving and bite my tongue. 

I don't know how many times you have hit my burning ass but, it seems like you will never quit. 

You finally stop then tell me to spread my legs. 

I do and you slide your fingers deep into my dripping wet pussy. 

You continue to push in and out of me until you see me on the verge of an orgasm. 

Right before I can explode, you remove your fingers. 

You tell me that I will not be allowed to cum tonight. 

I know this is because I tried to pull away earlier. 

I beg you to let me. In response, I get 5 more hits on my already sore ass with your hand. 

Your fingers slide back into me again and begin to pump me. 

As you feel me getting excited all over again, you pull your fingers out and spread my ass cheeks with your other hand. 

You use my pussy juice on your fingers to rub up against my tight ass hole. 

You slide your finger deep into my hole as you tell me that this is my next lesson. 

You remove your hand and unbind my wrists. You tell me to get up and go shower. 

As, I walk shakily to the shower, I tremble as I try to figure out what you next have in store for me.



Learning How to Give Head



When I was a senior in college in the 60's, several of my friends and I let a girl practice her blow job technique on us during a road trip. Jane was a freshman. Earlier in the year she had lost her virginity to one of my friends. He thought he was in love with her at first, but then he got tired of her. Bill told me that he had tried to get her to blow him several times, but he just could not talk her into letting him put his cock in her mouth. She was cute. She was a little plump in the ass, but she filled out a pair of bell bottomed jeans perfectly. I had no trouble believing Bill when he told me that doggy style was her favorite position. She had nice round tits. She dressed like a hippie and she never wore a bra. Jane lived in a sorority house, but even after she and Bill went their separate ways, she would occasionally come over to our apartment to party. Several of us tried to get in her pants, but Bill was the only one that ever succeeded.

For spring break in 1966 we decided to go on a road trip to Florida. Six of us piled into a VW bus and headed out. We did not have much money, but we had a lot of smoke. At the last minute, Jane asked if we would give her a ride to meet some of her friends who had left a few days earlier. It was fine by us, because she offered to help on gas money. We all kidded her and told her that she either had to pay for the gas or put out if she was going to ride. She blushed in embarrassment and told us she had plenty of money. Our plan was to drive non-stop and we figured it would take two days. 

When we left Minnesota, it was snowing and sleeting. We could not wait for some warm weather. By the second day, we had driven to where the weather had warmed and everybody started stripping off cold weather clothes for shorts and T-shirts. We stopped for gas at a truck stop early on the second day. The sign advertised showers and Jane informed us that she was going to shower. While we waited, we toked up the hash pipe and got stoned. When Jane emerged from the showers, she was dressed in a pair of short white shorts and a cropped off T-shirt. Everybody had an instant hard-on. I could see the outline of her bikini panties beneath her shorts and I was sure she did not have on a bra. Things were looking up. 

As we headed out, we offered Jane a hit from the hash pipe and some wine. It was not long before she was completely stoned. She had to lean up over the back of the front seat to hand off the pipe to the guys in the front seat. Every time she bent over the seat, we had a good view of her ass and her tits were clearly visible beneath the cropped off T- shirt. I was convinced that she knew she was giving us a show and was enjoying it. I finally gathered enough courage and asked her to show us her tits. She giggled and raised her top exposing her tits. She immediately put her top back down, but nobody was going to let her get away with that. 

We started chanting "Take it off! Take it off!" The strong hash had stripped her of inhibitions. I could tell she was turned on. Her nipples were clearly visible beneath the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Her face was flushed. She shrugged her shoulders and pulled the T-shirt over her head. She took a few more hits off the wine bottle while we all admired her tits. One guy asked if he could see her panties. 

She looked confused - like a deer caught in the headlights. I think it suddenly dawned on her and us that it was not a matter of whether she was going to get fucked, it was a question of how many times!! Then she took us all by surprise and turned the tables on us. She blurted out "Will you guys teach me how to give a good blow job?" 

Everybody's jaw dropped. I am not sure any of us believed what we had heard. I had to hand it to her. For a girl about to be gang banged, she showed tremendous presence of mind to take control of the situation. She was still going to get fucked, but on her terms. Everybody looked around at each other and then the silence was broken by somebody who yelled "right on!"

The sound of zippers was deafening. Bill, a 6'7" basketball jock, was first. He said "Honey, lose the shorts." Jane looked at him quizzically and he explained "You can't give a good blow job unless your completely naked." Like a robot, Jane unzipped her shorts and wriggled out of them. She still had on her pink bikini panties which left nothing to the imagination, but before she could pull them off she froze. Bill had dropped his pants to reveal a huge throbbing cock. It must have been ten inches if it was an inch. 

I had never seen a cock that huge. From the look on Jane's face, she had not seen anything like it either. Jane dropped to her knees and reached out for it. She touched it hesitatingly at first. Bill said "rub it over your face." Jane obeyed. His pre- cum glistened on her cheeks. "Lick it" Bill commanded. Jane's tongue emerged from between her lips and touched it. "Lick it like it was a popsicle!" 

Jane responded and licked the length of it. Jane stammered "You are huge. I can't get that in my mouth" Bill laughed and said "Of course you can - open wide!!!" 

As Jane opened her mouth, Bill grabbed the back of her head and inserted the head of his cock between her lips. It was in. She was stretched to the max. Her lips looked like thin pencil lines. Only the head was in and I doubted that any more could fit. Saliva was running down Bill's shaft. Bill said soothingly, "That's it baby, suck on it. I am going to cum in your mouth, so get ready. When you feel my cum hit the back of your throat, start swallowing." 

Bill sounded like a blow job professor. "Rub my balls. Feel how full they are. Get ready." Bill exhaled OHHHHHHHHHHHHH and held the back of her head in position. I could see his balls spasm as he started shooting his load into Jane's mouth. Jane started trying to swallow, but her mouth filled faster than she could swallow. The cum was escaping from her mouth. Jane kept swallowing. Wow!! What a show. 

When Bill released her and pulled his cock from her mouth, Jane was speechless. Before she could talk, another guy filled her mouth with a cock. This one was smaller but it still filled her mouth. There was no romance with this guy. He started fucking Jane's face. Her eyes got big as he pushed deeper into her throat. She gagged, but he pushed on. This was not a blow job. She was getting skull fucked. He was controlling the whole thing. He came and shot his load down her throat. 

By now, one of the guys behind Jane had pulled down her panties and was exploring her pussy. She was wet and ready to go doggy style - her favorite position. Before I knew it she was doing two guys at the same time. One guy in her mouth and another from behind. I grabbed her panties and hung them from the side window. As cars passed us, they could see her pink panties hanging in the side window. It was a riot watching people do a double take. After everybody had their first go at Jane, things slowed down. Jane slurped, licked, sucked and swallowed for hours. What a horny little cunt!! 

Everybody offered various tidbits of advice about how to give a good blow job. She was developing quite a technique. But the show was not finished. After she had fucked three or four guys, she was ready to take on Bill. Bill entered her from behind and she came before he had completely entered her. Every time he slid that horse cock out of her cunt, her pussy lips stretched along the length of it as if they did not want it to leave. She grunted and groaned as Bill fucked her for thirty or forty minutes. When he started cumming, he did not stop for two or three minutes. He filled her up and was still cumming when it started leaking out. When he pulled out, the cum flowed out of her stretched pussy. 

By the time we got to Florida, Jane had given at least thirty blow jobs. At a gas station, we shared her with a car load of guys from Ohio State. They each paid ten dollars for a blow job from Jane. We had a hundred dollars when they were done because one guy paid thirty dollars to fuck her. Talk about sloppy seconds!! 

When we got to Florida, Jane cleaned up and found her friends. We did not see her the rest of the week. We were all looking forward to the trip home, but Jane called us and told us that she was going home with her friends. We could not talk her out of it. I am sure she knew she would have to suck and fuck all the way home if she went with us. When we returned to school, Jane's reputation got around. She loved to party, but that is another story.



Learning How to Swim Naked



(My 1st post here.....so please bear with me) 

It was the summer of 1962, I was in my early 20s then. I had some time off from college then and was home for a few weeks. Sadly my little sister fell sick a few days after my arrival and since I hadn't had what she had it was decided that I should go spend a few weeks with my Aunt Sara until my sister got better and my mother had more time on her hands. 

I didn't really mind this at all, in fact I was rather excited about it. As a teenager you are always looking to get away form your parents for a little while and exert some of your own independence; and this seemed a great chance for me to do that. 

My Aunt Sara must have been in her late 40s then. Her husband, my uncle, had passed away a long time ago and my cousin Jackie worked up in New York. So my Aunt Sara pretty much lived on her own. They had a lovely house, much bigger than ours with a pool and a small yard at the back. That was 1 of my main reasons for being excited to go, I'd have the whole house practically to myself, no sharing stuff, no waiting in line for showers, no constant noise, it would be great! I liked my aunt as well, she was fun and easy to get along with and since I had never stayed over with her on my own before, that was something else I was looking forward too. 

My dad drove me cross-country the next day to Aunt Saras', the drive was dull and by the time we reached there I was dead tired. I felt sorry for my dad who had to drive all the way back that night, the urgency of getting me away from my sick sister had forced him to bring me here mid week, and he had work again tomorrow. Thus began my time at Aunt Saras'. The next few days were just amazing, stayed up late, stayed in bed until noon and did what I liked with the rest of my time, no homework, no studies and no nagging parents. 

I loved being there and I could tell my aunt liked having somebody else in the house as well. While we were talking she told me about the swim class she taught 2 times a week in the back yard. I didn't really pay much attention to that fact then but simply said that it was "good" or something of the sort. 

It was however a few day later that I actually saw her swim class. I was looking through the upstairs window when I heard voices downstairs and saw a group of about 5-6 boys line up by the pool. They looked a few years younger than me and they were all completely naked. My aunt followed them out dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and began telling them what they were going to practice that evening. I turned away from the window then and quickly left. I was just so shocked, I had never seen people naked like that in the open. Of course I had heard it talked about that a lot of male swim classes were in the nude but I had never really seen 1. I didn't have swimming at my school and whenever I had been swimming in he public pools it was always with trunks. So the sight of seeing half a dozen naked boys in back yard was rather startling. 

That night I talked to my aunt about it. She was surprised and almost amused at my astonishment. She told me that it was very common for boys to swim in the nude, in school they were required too and as she was training them for school they had to be nude here too. When I asked her if the situation was embarrassing she said it wasn't at all for her, and that she was used to it. As for the boys, she said that they often found it embarrassing especially with female instructors, but that it was all just part of the training. When they were embarrassed they were less likely to fight or get up to mischief and so their focus was entirely on swimming. She said that it helped them grow comfortable with their bodies and the lack of clothing meant that they could swim better and faster. I asked if the girls swam naked as well and she told me that nobody would ever allow that and that it would be immoral. She said that it was different for boys and girls. Girls needed to protect their modesty while there was really no reason for boys to hide themselves.

The whole concept still sounded weird to me then and the thought of swimming naked myself was utterly embarrassing. My aunt told me not to worry about it and that if I felt more comfortable in trucks I could swim in trucks and if I wanted to try swimming nude it need not be in front of the class it could just be me and her. I told her I would think about it, and I did.

The backyard was well shaded by trees so being spotted by the neighbours wasn't an issue. Neither was being naked in front of other boys, though my aunt thought that was part of the reason for my embarrassment, I had showered and changed in front of other boys at school so that wasn't a problem for me. I had just never been naked in front of a woman before not since I was a baby, and the thought of swimming and walking about completely naked in front of a woman was very daunting to me, even if the woman was my aunt.

A part of me did want to do it though and it kept trying to convince me to try it. I told myself it would be a normal swim with my aunt, we had swum together practically every day since I had been there, me in my trucks and she in a black coloured 1 piece. It would just be like that, only I'd be naked.....

The next time Aunt Sara had her swim class I stood in the window and watched. They were to do fast lap races that day and my aunt made them do a few stretches before starting. They did the exercises in the nude as well and it made me feel a bit weird watching them, but aunt was right, there was really no talking or arguing going on. Every boy was just focused on himself and nothing else. Most of them were either comfortable with being nude or just not thinking about it. There were a few though who I could tell were embarrassed from time to time, especially when my aunt was standing next to them. I couldn't really judge their swimming since I wasn't an expert but they all seemed to be good swimmers to me, whether that was because they swam nude I couldn't tell. Watching them did make me want to try it more, but I was still hesitant. 

After about 10 days there, I got a call from my mom saying that my sister was better now and I could come back. I was sad to go I had had so much fun here, but my mother insisted.

On my last day, just as I was about to go for my last swim, my aunt came up to me and told me to take off my trunks. She didn't ask or suggest, she just flat out told me to take them off, she said I had being going on about trying all week and if I didn't do it now I wouldn't get another chance back at home. I protested saying I ready, but she didn't listen, she simply told me again to take them off. Her voice was stern and commanding, much like it got when she was with her students. 

Reluctantly I obeyed. The 1st few minutes were the most awkward, standing there in front of her completely naked. She looked me up and down and said that that was it, she had seen me and now there was really nothing for me to be embarrassed about. It may sound odd but that worked for me, there really wasn't anything for me to be embarrassed about. My aunt had seen tons of naked boys like me, and now she had seen me as well, what was the point in covering up. It felt like a barrier had been broken and I was at last free.

We swam for over an hour after which I stayed nude while we talked by the pool. I really did feel free, and comfortable, much more so than I thought it would have. My aunt didn't find my conversion surprising at all, she said that it was only natural for boys to be nude and that if my mother and encouraged me from a younger age I wouldn't have had the reservations I did. 

After that whenever I went to visit my aunt Sara I always swam nude in her pool, it didn't even bother me if my sister or Jackie were there.



Learning Humility: First Cycle



Note: This is the fist of a series of stories detailing the many erotic aspects of gay male bondage. Subsequent stories may include extreme buttplay, watersports and fantasies of rape. If you find such themes offensive, please do not read the Second, Third and Fourth Cycles which are forthcoming.

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The empty loft was dark and cold. I was kneeling in the middle of the room, naked and shivering. Gritting my teeth against the cold. Telling myself, over and over, I am shit. I am nothing.

The silken bondage-chords were wound tight enough to restrict my movements, but not so tight until it hurt. Even now, minutes before my punishment, Jeff, my lover, my Lord and Master, was kind to me, his unworthy slave. I did something wrong, and I needed to be punished. I must be punished, even if it was only because Jeff, my Master, said so. I bit my lips as he tied me, gently. Whispering. Smiling. Once I was all bound up, he gently stroked my face, his expression full of love. Suddenly I felt sick with self-hate. How could I do anything to cross him? I begged him to whip me right away. I begged him, please, Jeff, Master. But he, as always, smiled gently, as if saying how could I hurt you? He gave me a quick, tender kiss, before gently gagging my mouth with my used briefs. Wait for me his smile said, and he walked into the adjoining room.

Jeff. Just the name was enough to make me yearn for the cane. I love you, Master, I would say, even if he lashed me until it drew blood. Even now, gagged and tied, I wanted so desperately to suck his beautiful cock, to look at his hairy chest and kind, beautiful blue eyes, or even to drink his piss, anything, if it means being close to him. I was his, body and soul – I belonged to him. He was a strict lover, but I thought also of the many times he let me suck him, and the hot, smooth fucking he'd give me, it made everything worth it. I tried to clear my head, but my feelings for Jeff, my Lord and Master, were too powerful. My cock was rock hard, but I couldn't touch it. I was afraid of the beating, of the cane – but I craved it, too. I craved it because the pain would show him how much I loved him. I thought of the time he mercilessly spanked my ass, while gently ordering me to blow him. The pain was unbearable, but all the while I kept sucking his cock. And all the while, he slapped my reddening ass cheeks until I almost passed out. Slap slap slap, his big, powerful hands on my tender skin. After the spanking, 60 strokes in all, he laid me gently on his bed, and tenderly fucked me. It was at that point I became his. 

Just then he emerged from the adjoining room. Wearing nothing but leather boots, a harness, and a cock ring. That was it – even with my hands tied around my back, I came. My cum made a small puddle on the wooden floorboards. Then I began to cry, in frustration, in humiliation, in fear. 

My master came to me, and stooped low. I instinctively lowered my gaze. I knew I must apologize for such a huge transgression. I knew I had to be punished for it. I tried, but couldn't avoid looking at my master's cock. Although not fully erect, my master's beautiful cock looked angry and powerful in the cock ring attached to his leather harness. Perhaps even a reflection of his character. He reached over and caressed my whimpering face, his expression full of love. His deep, kind eyes told me everything without saying a word: you know you aren't supposed to cum without my permission, my love. You know the consequences of that. I love you, you know that. He stroked my face like a lover does, and kissed me even as my cheeks became wet tears. Kissed me long and slow, gently, almost reassuringly. Then he looked at me and smiled. I moaned and shook my head.

"No, please...." I said.

He ignored me. Slowly, he got up, and went to the small table in the corner. Although out of my view, I knew what objects lay on that table. They were the tools of my education. A large nine inch dildo was there. And a cane. And a riding crop. And a paddle. My master selected two, and slowly advanced towards me again.

I was quivering. Both in fear of what was about to happen, and in anticipation of it. In his hands, he carried the dildo and the riding crop, his favorites. Suddenly, his expression shifted. His warm, kind eyes became steely and fierce. His smile had curled into a wicked leer. There was no turning back.

Before I could think of anything more, he slapped me so hard I fell over. The sting on my right cheek brought both pain and fresh tears. I could hear his soft chuckle. Roughly, he pulled me back to my knees by my hair and, even more roughly than the first time, slapped my left cheek. His huge palm packed such force that the sound of the slap reverberated throughout the empty loft like an echo. He slapped me twenty times in quick succession, left...right...left...right, grunting with the effort. When he was done, I could taste blood in my mouth.

The horror of that had barely registered when the first sting of the riding crop lashed my naked left thigh. I yelped and flinched, earning two more in the same spot. He lashed my pectorals, my biceps and that sensitive area between the neck and collar bone. His cock was rock hard as he administered the beating, and, despite my excruciating pain, still felt aroused by it. Again and again, with increasing speed and force, he lashed my back, my arms and my thighs. His expression was of the most carnal delight. His cruel smile grew wider and wider with each lash. His fully erect cock rose magnificently hard from between his legs and it bobbed up and down each time he moved. The pain from the lashings was unbearable, but they were my master's pleasure, and thus, however abstrusely, my pleasure as well.

When he felt I had endured enough beating, he threw me over and roughly nudged my legs apart with his knee. He then very quickly rammed the nine inch dildo up into my asshole as hard as he could. I couldn't help it: I screamed. He didn't use one drop of lube. Even before the initial shock and pain subsided, he began to quickly jam it in and out of my hole. Even when the dildo was buried to the very tip of its artificial balls, he still continued pressing it in, as if wanting the balls to fit in as well. Relentlessly, heedless of my whimpers, he fucked me with the toy, and when he pulled it out completely, I could feel some strange, warm liquid dribble out of my asshole. He softly growled in satisfaction. 

Once more, he flipped me over and made me resume my kneeling position. He lifted my chin up and slapped me a few more times, before asking me to "Open up", and sliding his enormous cock into my mouth. He violently mouthfucked me so deep my teeth struck against the metal studs on his cock ring. 

"Yeah take it in your mouth. You know you love it" he whispered.

Often he'd suddenly withdraw his cock to playfully fuck my nostrils, my ears or even poke my eyes with it, laughing heartily. His cock was so hard he could slap my face with it without using his hands. Finally, he thrust into my mouth again and fucked it until he came, holding my head still to make sure every drop of his cum went down my throat. 

He jerked my chin up. "Who owns you?" he whispered to me.

"You own me, Master Jeff". I replied.

"You belong to me. You said it yourself" he said. And with that, he unbound me, and walked away.

Yes, I belonged to him. Even as his cum and the bloody scars dry on my body, they only harden my conviction that love is cruel, it is painful, and it is earned. Yes, he has broken my spirit completely, but my spirit is his to break. Just as my ass is his alone to fuck, my mouth his alone to enjoy, and my body – his alone to punish. I love you, Master.