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Authors name: k y o u s h u
Story Title : My Sexual Autobiography (2 of 4)
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This is NOT pornography. This is a sexual autobiography.
Every detail is TRUE -- I promise -- but the names have
been changed. If you enjoy this sexual autobio and have
comments, questions, or a fantasy or story of your own
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Jerry was a small boy with feisty eyes and
crooked teeth. He was an artist but also fairly
immature -- at fourteen or fifteen you don't like to
admit that you still collect comics and war toys, but
Jerry did. I really don't remember how Jerry and I got
started having sex. I think that the first time was in
the shower together at the local pool. Only one shower
had hot water so we shared it. As we bathed, we both
began getting massive erections. For his age and size,
Jerry had a huge cock, hairless, thick and beautiful.
Of course I longed to touch it and suck it.
Jerry was appraising my own erect cock in the
same way. We began playing around, "pretending" to rub
against each other or "accidentally" touching each
other's cocks. Finally, I offered to soap Jerry down
and he accepted. He turned his back on me and I soaped
up his shoulders and back. I let the head of my fierce-
ly hard cock touch his buttocks. "What was that?" he
laughed. "Uh, the soap," I said, and we both chuckled.
We knew what was going to happen, but we were too
afraid to actually ask for sex. So I soaped his ass,
too, very slowly, lovingly caressing each cheek and
running my finger up his crack. I soaped the tops of
his legs and then the knees. I was eye level with his
small, boyish ass, and I could see his tight nuts
dangling between his legs.
I stood up and said, "Now it's time for your
front. Don't turn around." I stepped up to his warm
body and pressed against him, letting my cock nestle
in the crack of his buttocks.
My chest and stomach were rubbing against his
back, and I let my toes tickle his instep. I reached
under his arms and rested my head on his shoulder. He
leaned his head back against my shoulder and began
caressing and stroking my ribs and hips with his
hands. I soaped up his chest and stomach, and then,
finally, I was rewarded with his massive, sexy, throb-
bing, erect penis. I soaped it up thoroughly and then
dropped the soap. I jerked him off with my right hand
and squeezed his nuts with my left. He was squeezing
and caressing my ass. We stood like that for awhile,
the hot water from the shower blurring our vision, then
he murmured something to me.
"What?" I said, stepping away from him, afraid
he was rejecting me. Jerry seized his cock and stroked
it very lazily, looking into my eyes. "I said, I think
you better pick up the soap."
I couldn't believe it -- it was such a stereo-
typically "gay" situation that I had to grin. "Sure," I
said, taking a step forward right next to him. I bent
over and pressed my hands against the wall.
He gently slid a finger into my ass and rubbed
my nuts with his other hand. It felt so good. After
less than a minute of this he easily slid his cock into
my ass. I don't know why it was so easy and so painless
the first time. Every account I have read of first-time
anal sex involves pain and sometimes blood, but there
was none of that. There was just the rigid heat of his
cock in my tight young ass.
I'm getting an erection just writing about this.
I consider my relationship with Jerry to be my first
and only genuine homosexual relationship, as opposed to
the series of youthful experiments and shy one-time-
only sexual events. It's the only gay experience that I
still fantasize about almost regularly, although I have
loads of gay fantasies about things that haven't
happened to me.
Anyway, he didn't cum in my ass but he did fuck
me for about ten minutes, then pulled out. This was the
first and last time any man would ever fuck my ass, so
it has definitely been a fantasy fixation since then.
We both washed his cock off and then I sucked him off
until he filled my mouth with his semen. It was taste-
less and thick, and I spat it out, but I loved sucking
him off. He then did the same to me, but he took my
cock out of his mouth as I was ejaculating and took my
sperm on his face and neck, which was immediately
washed away by the shower. We got dressed and without
mentioning the incident, we left the public pool.
Some people might not consider this relationship
a "real" gay relationship, because both Jerry and I
acted straight, considered ourselves straight, and
actually discussed the girls we'd like to have sex
with. There were even times when we'd be jerking each
other off in bed and talking about women we'd like to
fuck. Maybe it was denial, maybe it was fantasy fulfil-
lment -- I don't know. I just know that I enjoyed it.
Nonetheless, at school and at play I still
joined in the homophobia and fag-bashing. I didn't con-
sider myself gay. Jerry and I had a lot of great sex
together. Let me detail a few occasions. We really
liked to 69 so we did that frequently. We were only
fifteen so we didn't have any privacy -- we'd have to
initiate sex when nobody was home or when we could
sneak it in without getting caught. And we never did
get caught. We had a mutual friend who was a very
devout Christian and an obsessive musician. Jerry and
I actually sucked each other's cocks while this
Christian boy was not ten feet away from us, concen-
trating on a song he was writing. We didn't have
orgasms but we were very turned on by this daring ex-
hibitionism. Jerry went to take a shower and I said I
was going to take a piss. Of course I got in the shower
with him and we took turns sucking each other off.
There were two times I remember when Jerry's
mom was in the house and we had sex. Once, he was
kneeling in front of me jerking me off and I came all
over his face and hands. We quickly cleaned up and went
down to breakfast. The other time, we were in the
shower together and I didn't feel like sucking his cock
so he jacked off right in front of me. Before he came,
I knelt down in front of him and helped him masturbate,
and finally he ejaculated onto my face and shoulders.
I washed off and presented my cock to him, but he
didn't want to mess with it.
In fact, that's how our relationship finally
ended. Jerry just grew disinterested in the whole sit-
uation, particularly when he got a girlfriend with whom
he was, I think, sexually active. The last time we had
sex was in my bedroom while we were waiting for his mom
to pick him up from my house. I had just sucked his
cock and swallowed his sperm. He was sucking me off,
very slowly and gently, no teeth and plenty of tongue.
Jerry was an excellent cocksucker. As I ejaculated into
his mouth, he threw up all over my bare cock and my
pants. (We were both fully dressed and had only taken
our cocks out of our zippers.) We were both disgusted
and I cleaned the combination of sperm and vomit off my
pants with a sense of resignation.
After that, Jerry and I never had sex again. We
masturbated in front of each other a couple of times,
but we never touched each other. I think that Jerry was
having sex with me to get his rocks off, but once he
got a "real" source for sex -- a woman -- he left me
alone. I forgot about Jerry for awhile when I first
started dating women, but I think that if he were to
offer himself to me right now, so many years after this
happened, I would accept and take him to bed.
So when I was fifteen, I was having a lot of gay
sex with my friend Jerry. At the same time, I was hav-
ing sex with the family dog.
Most of you are probably saying "Gross!" right
now, but read on. Yes, you'll probably think it's dis-
gusting, and I can understand how you would. In fact,
before I tried it, I thought it was nasty too. It pro-
bably is. But let me tell you about it anyway.
We had two dogs -- a collie/Black Lab combi-
nation and a German Shepherd/Black Lab combination. In
other words, two mutts. The collie/lab was old and
female; the shepherd/lab was young and male. I had
always thought the young male dog's cock was fascinat-
ing. I'd touched it a few times, and wondered about
that huge knot at the base. As I got bolder, I'd mas-
turbate the dog and myself at the same time, watching
in awe as he would shoot copious amounts of dog cum
onto the carpet. Of course, I'd have to clean up both
his cum and mine. He enjoyed licking up the puddles
of both human and dog sperm. Seems that dogs really
will eat anything.
I never thought of letting the young male dog
fuck my ass until two things happened. The first was
when I let Jerry fuck my ass. The second was when I
came home from school and found the young male dog
desperately trying to fuck another young male dog in
our backyard. For some reason, this excited me
enormously and I separated them and took my dog inside.
I stripped naked and let him lick my asshole and
rapidly growing cock. Finally, I got down on all fours
and invited him to mount me. He licked my asshole very
thoroughly for a few minutes. He stuck his dog tongue
very far into my ass -- it was the best reaming I've
ever had. The dog lost interest and moved away. I got
frustrated and crawled over to him. I pulled his fore-
legs up over my shoulders and then reached between my
legs to jerk him off. His hips started to twitch of
their own volition, and then I felt his sharp, thin dog
cock poking against my buttocks. I reached back and
guided his cock to my asshole, and without any sort of
prelude he shoved it in, pounding my asshole with a
painful intensity.
Jerry's cock was bigger than the dog's, but the
ferocity and speed of my dog's attack made it hurt. Yes
it hurt, and it hurt a lot, but I am here to tell you
that it felt great, and I would do it again if given
the chance. Here I was on my hands and knees with this
big, black, shepherd/lab mix riding my back, fucking
my ass ferociously, digging his paws into my shoulders.
I was moaning and grunting with pain, pleasure, excite-
ment and fear all at once. It seemed like about ten
minutes, but it was actually about ninety seconds after
he started when he abruptly pulled out and flopped down
on the carpet to lick his dick. I also sank to the
floor and immediately masturbated to an orgasm. As the
dog licked up my semen, I noticed that his cock was
still erect but sliding back into its sheath. I wanted
him to do it again, but my asshole hurt. Thus concluded
my first sex act with an animal.
There were many successful sessions with my dog
and even once with a neighborhood dog, an Irish setter,
that wandered into our garage. I closed the garage
doors and slid my shorts to my ankles. This dog knew
what to do and immediately mounted me. I guided his
cock by hand to my asshole and it slid in effortlessly.
In about a minute the knot at the base of his cock was
in my asshole too, expanding it tremendously. I was
delirious with ecstacy. As the setter began to fill my
asshole with dog sperm, I began to ejaculate onto the
cold, oily garage floor. He pulled his cock out before
he was finished coming, and I turned around to let him
ejaculate into my mouth. I held his ribs and took his
cock into my mouth, and he continued to cum. I swal-
lowed it because there was so much. It didn't taste
very good. I guess he didn't like me to suck him be-
cause he snapped at me and I let him go. I opened the
garage door and let him out, then ran upstairs so I
could shit out all the dog sperm in my asshole. I
brushed my teeth to get rid of the taste. Then I went
back downstairs to look for my dog so I could get
fucked again.
For about two years I let my dog fuck me and I
sucked him off when I could. This activity continued
into the years when I began dating girls, which began
when I was fifteen.
I met a seventeen-year-old named Grace when I
was fifteen. We dated for two weeks without ever kis-
sing, and then after I kissed her for the first time,
you couldn't pull us apart. It was a very strange re-
lationship -- seventeen-year-old girls don't normally
date fifteen-year-old boys, for one thing. It's usually
the other way around. She was beautiful and intelligent
and kept me laughing all the time. I thought she was
great.
She even had her own car, a 1966 Mustang. No
kidding. Of course, the whole time I was dating her I
was also having sex with Jerry and letting my dog fuck
me, so I wasn't putting any sexual pressure on her
because I was having plenty of sex elsewhere.
As it turned out, she was far more hung up on me
than I was on her. But that's another story.
The second woman I dated, and the first woman I
ever truly loved, was Sharon. She was a natural blond,
a born flirt, and the best kisser I have ever known. I
thought it was a miracle, a hallucination or a prac-
tical joke when she kissed me at a mutual friend's
party. Why would she want me? I thought. For three
months we were very happy together. Her parents were
very cool about it -- one time her dad actually caught
us on the living room floor. My shirt was off and she'd
unbuttoned my pants. She was sitting on top of me, her
own shirt unbuttoned and her hair all messed up.
Her dad stood behind us, but didn't turn on the
lights. I guess he couldn't really see what was going
on, but I think he knew. He said, "Sharon?" She replied
"I know, Daddy. I'll turn off all the lights and lock
the doors when he leaves. He's not going anywhere,
right now." I swear that this is exactly what she said.
Her dad replied, "All right, honey. Be good. Good
night." I have always envied the relationship that
Sharon has with her dad. How could he be so calm about
his daughter attacking a helpless sixteen-year-old like
that?
That summer I also met a guy named Mike. Mike
was gay, and told me so on the third day I knew him.
He really wanted to get me in bed, but I didn't want
to fuck him because he seemed so emotional and danger-
ous. He was a fat, bug-eyed guy who was quite passive
in bed. He told me that all I would have to do was fuck
his ass or let him suck me off, and I could pretend it
was a girl, but I couldn't. Mike definitely had pro-
blems and I didn't want to get involved with them. Mike
was also unattractive and I couldn't deal with that. If
it had been Jerry who'd wanted me to fuck his ass or 69
with him, I would have immediately said yes. But not
Mike. Unfortunately for me, Mike was a real sicko and
he was also best friends with my ex, Grace.
At this point it had become clear that Grace was
obsessed with me. I have no evidence of this, but I can
easily imagine Grace and Mike sitting around fantasiz-
ing about controlling me. Maybe I'm just paranoid. But
Mike and Grace cooked up a fascinating campaign of
disinformation about Sharon when they found out how
much I loved her. It was a bad situation, and it was
made worse when Mike almost killed me in a car crash.
After that, I would not speak to him. He threatened to
kill himself many times, but I never believed it. Even
if he had killed himself, was it really my respon-
sibility? He was sick and I didn't want anything to do
with him.
Later, he joined the Marines and saw active
combat service (I won't tell you where). The experience
of combat pushed him over the edge, and as far as I
know, he's a total alcoholic psychopath by now. I'm
glad that I know a lot of gay people who are relatively
normal. Mike was definitely a bad example of mental
health.
Of course, I had my share of psychopathic
activity this summer when I tried to kill Grace. A lot
of my friends were in the park together, and I was
hanging out with them. Grace and some other people
showed up, and I moved away from the group so I could
get away from Grace. She basically pounced on me, try-
ing to kiss me and touch me, and without thinking I
grabbed her neck and squeezed. She looked frightened
and then angry, and she kicked me in the stomach. I
think I deserved it. We separated and glared at each
other. She cussed me for awhile and then stomped away.
It was the last I spoke to her for a very long time.
Eventually we reconciled, but again that's another
story.
Anyway, Sharon and I had a fantastic summer
together. Unfortunately, she broke up with me as soon
as school started, and for most of the school year I
was quite fucked-up about it. I was full of rage and
pain, and nobody could help me. I had no idea why she
broke up with me. It didn't make things any better
when she started dating one of my best friends and
sleeping with him as well. (It wasn't considered evil
or immoral for girls to sleep with their boyfriends
back then -just unusual. All of us, male and female,
wanted to do it, but we were afraid to because of the
conservative atmosphere. Plus, it was a big city and
not many of us could drive, so there weren't very many
opportunities to have sex anyway.) Nonetheless, Sharon
will always occupy a place in my mind as the first
woman I ever truly, romantically loved. I still love
her to this day and would do anything for her.
After Sharon I dated a woman named Liz. Liz was
a mystically-beautiful hippie girl. She was perpetually
bored, even during our lame attempts at sex. She would
never touch me but permitted me to touch her as much as
I liked. So I ended up performing a lot of oral sex on
her and that was about it. I speak of this relationship
in brief and clinical terms because it was a brief and
clinical relationship. It certainly did not have the
puppy-love feeling of my relationship with Sharon or
the illicit sexual feelings of my relationship with
Jerry. It ended uneventfully.
When I was seventeen I began dating a sixteen-
year-old woman named Rebecca. She was a sexually exper-
ienced, wild, punk-rock, drug-taking, ass-kicking,
cock-sucking, leather-wearing woman. She had very short
bleached-blond hair, ice-blue eyes, a cute nose,
freckles, very large breasts, a soft belly and ass, a
posture with attitude and dozens of heavy rings on her
fingers. She really enjoyed telling stories about kick-
ing people's asses and her drug experiences. Her
favorite tale was the one about beating up the most
popular girl in school, using soccer cleats and class
rings. She was a real bad-ass. She was the one who took
my heterosexual virginity -- she was the first woman I
really had great sex and orgasms with.
Rebecca was unbelievable. She would squeeze my
head between her thighs as I was eating her pussy and
pull my hair with her hands. She'd demand that I spank
her when I was fucking her doggy style. She loved to
suck my cock and always drank my sperm down, squeezing
my balls and milking my cock for as much sperm as she
could get. She loved to lick and suck my ass -- she
enjoyed sticking two or three fingers in my ass while
she sucked my cock. (She did not enjoy anal sex.)
Rebecca liked it when I told her about the times that
I sucked cocks, and she really got turned on when I
told her that I had been fucked in the ass by another
boy. She had never had a lesbian relationship but told
me that she'd often fantasized about other women. We
liked to talk about swapping with straight, gay or bi
couples, but we never did. We fucked everywhere we
could. We fucked in every room of her house, even on
her mom's bed. Once, she was in the bathroom with one
leg up on the sink, inserting a tampon. I came in the
bathroom naked and fucked her while she had the tampon
in. I inserted only the glans of my penis and moved it
in and out rapidly, masturbating her at the same time.
She told me that when she took the tampon out
later it was covered with blood on one end and sperm on
the other. We fucked on the roof once while a party was
going on in the house underneath us. A most memorable
occasion was the time that I dropped her off at her
house late at night. We both had to pee and she
couldn't find her keys. Finally, I just took my half-
erect cock out of my pants and urinated right there in
front of her.
This turned her on and she dropped to her knees
as I was pissing, holding my cock with one hand and
catching my piss with her other. When I was finished
she wiped her hands on the lawn and then sucked my cock
until I came into her mouth. Then she shoved her jeans
down to her ankles and pissed right there on her front
doorstep. I watched excitedly, then as soon as she was
done I knelt, licked the piss off her pubic hair and
slid my tongue into her soaking wet pussy. She stood
up, bent over and leaned against the house, thrusting
her ass out at me. I sucked her pussy and ass for a
long time, manipulating her clitoris with my fingers
until she came.
She pulled her pants up quickly and after a
brief search for her keys and a quick, cum-soaked kiss
goodbye, let herself into her house. I went home and of
course masturbated. Later that week she showed me the
panties she'd worn that night -- soaked with piss and
her cum. It excited us so much that we fucked again,
right there.
The way we started our relationship was weird.
There was a big punk rock show in a city about an hour
from ours. I barely knew Rebecca at this time. A bunch
of kids went to this show, and I wasn't even in the
same car as her. After the show about seven of us went
to get a hotel room. Rebecca slept on the floor and I
slept on one of the two beds. As we were trying to
sleep, I dropped my hand over the edge of the bed to
her body. I touched her face lightly, and she took my
hand and began to suck on my fingers. I got an erection
almost immediately.
I let my hand drift away from her mouth down to
her breasts, smooth stomach and abdomen. I rubbed her
nipples through her t-shirt and gently stroked the
light fuzzy hair on her belly. I was so nervous -- I
almost didn't dare to do it -- but I somehow got up the
nerve to touch her pubic mound. When her hips rose to
meet my touch, I knew that I was OK. I slid my hand
under her shorts and panties and began to rub her thick
clitoris. Her hips rocked and bucked to meet my hand,
and soon she had an orgasm. I stuck two fingers inside
of her, pulled them out and tasted her cum, then I did
the same for her. She eagerly licked her cum off my
fingers and then sucked my fingers heavily, as if she
was sucking my cock.
Finally I had to draw my hand back up to the bed
because we had to get some sleep. The next morning, she
and I wordlessly went to the nearby breakfast
restaurant. We talked about it and she was very en-
thusiastic. She said she'd always liked me, found me
cute and wanted me sexually, and this puzzled and
excited me, for reasons that I will explain later. Thus
began our passionate, thrilling, roughhouse, hardcore
sexual relationship.
A couple things I'll mention: Rebecca's breasts
were so large that they caused back problems. At age
eighteen, she had to have breast reduction surgery.
Also, one of our biggest, favorite fantasies that we
shared was that we were really brother and sister,
committing frequent and unabashed incest. This turned
Rebecca on a lot (as well as me) and throughout several
sexual encounters we called each other "sister" and
"brother".
Later, after we broke up and continued to call
each other that, nobody else got it.
At this point I should explain why I found it so
miraculous that girls actually liked me -- and even
wanted to have sex with me. All throughout middle
school and high school, even when I was having frequent
sex with boys, I wanted to at least date a girl. To me,
boys and girls were very different, and my sexual urges
for boys had nothing to do with my romantic feelings
for girls. Nowadays I know that sex is sex and romance
is romance no matter who you feel it for, but then I
didn't know better. Sex was something I enjoyed with my
male friends, romance was something I saved for girls.
Yet no girl was interested in me romantically or other-
wise. This included most of high school.
During my junior year, I quit caring about girls
liking me, mostly as a result of meeting two great
people who I am still very close to today. Their names
are Andre and David, and I'll talk about them at length
soon.
For now, suffice it to say that they convinced
me that I didn't need some girl to fawn over me in
order for me to be a good person. This wasn't some kind
of elaborate homosexual recruitment -- this was just
two good friends building up my self-esteem.
The funny thing was, almost the very same week
that I decided not to spend my time wishing that some
girl would want me, it happened, and it happened in
such volume that I couldn't deal with it. I began
dating Rebecca, and while I was dating her I knew about
suspected or heard of at least seven other girls who
wanted to date me. It was very frustrating but quite
good for my ego, let me tell you. By the time I left
high school I considered myself to be quite a ladies'
man.
to be continued in part three. . .
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