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Confessions of four young men
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Confessions of Four Young Men
[An Erotic story by Deiter Pennmann]
Mike, Ray, Tom and Jim sat in the booth at Rickie's Bar
'n' Eats. They were once roommates in college, now, two
years after graduation, they had reunited to relive old
times. Sipping beers, the conversation went from the good
old football games they used to attend, to their success at
their respective fields of work, and now the subject of
women arose.
Namely, the monumental moment of losing their virginity
came up. They had all recounted this story dozens of times
as roommates, now they were repeating them for a laugh and a
little nostalgia. "Ray, tell us your story. It's the best!"
Mike insisted.
"Okay guys. As long as you guys tell me your stories
again. I was only 15. She was 17- a grown woman as far as I
was concerned at that time of my life. She had her phys-ed
class the same time as I did. I always saw her when I was
coming from the gym. She never seemed to sweat, I always was
drenched.
`She always looked at me. It was that look I saw one
night at Pizza Hut. I was with my friend from back home,
Chuck. We came in as she was leaving. She said something to
me, I forget her words now. Anyways, I was supposed to meet
her at her house later. Chuck and I ate, though I was really
nervous about what was to come. He kept razzing me. I knew
he was jealous because I was going to get some pussy!
`After Chuck and I ate, he biked to his house, and I
pedaled over to her house. Her name mas Michelle. I rang
the doorbell on her front door. She answered it wearing
tight shorts and a half-shirt and invited me in.
Surprisingly, she knew my name. I sat down in her living
room, waiting for a joke to finish: I was expecting her
friends to come tramping down the stairs, mocking me. Of
course, none of this happened.
`Things happened fast. She sat next to me so closely
that I could smell the Obsession she was wearing. We were
making meaningless small talk when she made the move. Her
hand went right for my crotch. I was wearing jeans and a t-
shirt. She rubbed her hand against that area until I was
stiff and hard. I had never had a girl do more than make out
with me and put her tongue in my mouth.
`She pushed me down and lifted my shirt. Her long, red
fingernails scratched lightly at my chest, sending shivers up
my body and getting me hornier and harder. She started
kissing my stomach after a couple minutes. I was worried
then that I would squirt cream in my pants and totally wreck
the evening. She stopped in time and my fears subsided.
`She got my jeans down far enough to expose my throbbing
rod- at fifteen it wasn't as big as it is now, let me add,
but she thought it was great. She slid her shorts down,
showing me that she didn't have any underwear on, and then
mounted me.
`I slid in easily because she was really wet and, I
think, she had a little Vaseline spread up there. She rode
me for quite a while, fingering herself with me buried in
her. I lifted her half-shirt and saw she wasn't wearing a
bra either. I played with her tits as she bobbed on my buoy.
A couple minutes later, we came at the same time. When I
pulled out, a gob of my semen trailed out of her. I worried
about pregnancy then, but she was on the pill, I found out
after a week of nervous sweating.'"
After the re-telling, the guys decided it really wasn't
the best story, only the most unusual in that Ray had been
seduced by the girl. The others had all popped girls at
parties, most of whom were experienced whores. Ray's had
been the most private, intimate, tender virginity-loss.
The guys finished up a final beer, then walked a few
blocks to Jim's apartment. There, they broke out a keg and
all got a little drunk- drunk enough to reveal more of their
more personal experiences. The subject turned to weird sex.
Jim, the host, had the best story to offer.
"Man, it was about five months ago. I took this chick,
Fran, out for dinner and a play. We came back under the
auspices of listening to some Bach, but we got it on pretty
fast. She took off all her clothes and demanded I striptease
to some burlesque music she had IN HER PURSE! I did, like a
jerk, because I was really horny and wanted to lay her.
Things just got weirder.
`She got me down on the floor- both of us were naked by
now -and she started sucking my testicles. That was okay,
since my dick was rubbing her hair and face and feeling just
dandy. The she stopped and pulled a pillow off the couch and
stood on her head. Her pink slash was facing upward now and
she ordered me to penetrate her while she was like this. I
went up and probed her a little with my hand, making sure she
was slimy enough so I wouldn't friction-burn my prick, then I
jabbed her and gradually and tenderly got all the way in her.
I did that until she had an orgasm. She fell over when she
came, by the way.
`Then, she went to the kitchen and grabbed a table knife
from the drawer. I got a little worried, then disgusted when
she started sliding it up her cunt. She didn't draw blood-
it wasn't sharp enough, but it seemed to turn her on. She
came, then shoved the knife all the way up into herself and
ordered me to fuck her again. I refused to penetrate her,
but I did mouth her.
`She made me grab the knife out of her, then she went to
her purse and pulled out a can of Sprite. She laid back
against the footstool to one of my chairs, popped open the
can, and poured it all into her pussy! `drink it' she said,
and...'" The guys all moaned in disgust, knowing Jim had
poked a straw up into her and drank the Sprite.
A number of beers later, the guys began to tell even
more of the gory details of their sexual past. The talk
turned toward their first wet dreams. Mike offered this:
"I was quite a little spunker. I was just about 13.
One night, my friend slept over my house and brought a few
Penthouse Forums that he had borrowed from his older brother.
I read two of them straight, in disbelief of what some people
purported do regularly. Of course, I was hard the whole
time. My friend, who was reading a Hustler, was probably
hard too. We both tried to cover our crotches and not face
each other.
`Anyways, after we watched Carson and some of Tom
Snyder's Tomorrow on the tube, we turned in. We talked a
little and soon drifted off to sleep. I distinctly remember
dreaming about one of my distant cousins who was- who is -a
bitchin' babe. I recalled her brushing by me at a family
reunion, flattening her tits as pushed past me. Then, the
next thing I knew, my underpants got warm and damp. I
awakened fully and flipped on the light. My friend woke up
too as I looked down the front of my Fruit-of-the-Looms.
`He saw the growing wet area and yelled out a whispery
"Hey! That's cum!". I was a little embarrassed at being so
young, and staring at my messy cock in front of my friend at
3am. My friend never told anyone about what had happened- I
suppose he was a little jealous. He revealed to me early in
his fourteenth year that he had squirted for the first time a
few nights before. I had preceded him by about two years and
so that made me something, at least in his eyes.'"
More beers, a few dirty jokes, and the tales became more
intimate. They dealt with jerking off- something few men
ever talk about. Mike, upon introducing the subject said,
"The one way you can get a preacher to lie is ask him if he
ever masturbated."
Tom began telling about his self-induced pleasures. "I
discovered the joys of masturbation after hearing one of my
older brother's friends talking about it. I really hadn't
had a clue as to what it was before then. When he told my
brother about a rumor he had heard about how some guy in
school did "it" every day during lunch in the bathroom to an
audience, it all seemed such an obvious thing. I wondered
how I hadn't discovered it before.
`I was thirteen then. That night I pulled my underpants
down and fondled myself hard. I made a fist and rubbed it
against my cock and balls, misinterpreting the usual way to
jerk-off. I didn't know you were supposed to grab your prick
and shake it. Anyways, after a few new and fascinating
sensations, I had an orgasm. It was the best thing I had
ever felt. And, yes, there was a little semen on my hand and
stomach. I had not yet had a wet dream. I figure it
couldn't have been far off. I actually never have had one
because I've always either masturbated or been with a woman.
`Some months later, I figured out that I was supposed to
put my dick in my fist, not against it. Things began feeling
even better. Then I began whacking-off in the shower with a
soapy hand. Then I tried a hand with Vaseline and then, one
night when I was 16, an idea came to me.
`I wanted to know if I could give myself a blow-job. I
undressed fully after making sure everyone was asleep in the
house. Then, I got on the floor and laid on my back and
started jerking off like usual until pre-cum started oozing
from my cock. Then I put my legs over my head, like when you
do a backwards somersault, and got myself limber enough to
touch the tip of my tongue to the tip of my penis. It was
all downhill from there. I turned myself on a lot and got the
head of my dick in my mouth, but not much more. I still
haven't fit any more than that in my mouth- I leave that for
the girls I screw.'"
"Yeah, man, but did you ever cum in your mouth?" Mike
wanted to know.
"Yep! I spit though. I couldn't bring myself to
swallowing the warm, sticky stuff."
There was a pause as the guys felt the beer pushing the
envelope of coherence in their heads, then Mike sighed and
began offering a truly startling confession.
`When I was 16, my friend and I were camping out in the
woods behind his house in a big tent. It was the kind where
you can stand up and walk around. We had listened to some
oldie's show on the radio and were sort of tired. We laid
down, not getting into our sleeping bags because it was warm,
an got to talking, much like we are now.
`I don't know how it happened, but my friend told me he
had doubts about his sexuality. He told me he was attracted
to me, then he grabbed my hand and held it for a long while.
He came over to where I was lying and kissed me on the mouth.
`Now, I would have resisted and punched him, but then I
was so shocked that my best friend had told me this about
himself that I just went along with it. He brought me to
orgasm with his hand and I masturbated him too when he was
done.'"
The group was silent. The topic was glossed over, all
of the men thinking of similar, though not as severe,
experiences they had or that those close to them had had.
Then, as if to cover what he had said, Mike offered a
story about his college days. "When I was dating Jane my
junior year in college, we fucked almost every afternoon."
"Yeah we know," Tom added, noting the times Mike and
Jane had requested privacy in the one bedroom the guys shared
at the time.
"Jane was a fuck demon. She would start by undressing
me, then teasing my body and my sexuality by telling me what
she wanted to do to me. She often fulfilled those promises.
She always sucked my prick until I was almost ready to sperm
her in the mouth. Then Jane would allow me to take off her
shirt and eat her tits. Sometimes I would get so excited I
would come and spray her. I often stained her pants that
way. She was determined to get me to control myself and only
come after she said it was okay. She didn't realize a guy's
sex drive.
`After a while going at her mounds, she let me get into
her pants. She permitted me to get my hand down the front of
her pants and finger her until she was wet enough to take me
in. After she had just about all she could take, she would
get the rest of her clothing off and then lie down. I would
mount her and plunge her out. Usually we would both be on
the brink of orgasm.'"
"I heard you guys moan about 45 minutes after you
began," Tom noted.
"Yessir, that's about how long she'd let us go together.
I'd fire a wad into her just about the same time every day.
She was nutty in the sense that sex was like clockwork. Make
that "cock"work.'"
Eventually, they got off the subject. The gathering
soon broke up. Tom, Mike and Ray each went to the bathroom
before leaving Jim's place. Tom noted a stain of cum in his
jockey's. Apparently tonight's stories had really turned him
on. Mike noticed nothing. Ray spent some time in the head,
jerking off to relieve the tension the hot talk had built
within him.
The End
D.P.
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