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Name: Andres
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About Me:I woke up the next morning at close to noon, with my hair matted and the bed still damp, smelling of his piss and our dried cum. I went to my front yard and picked up the newspaper. It had war news on the front page. The country was considering sending regular combat troops to Vietnam. I hadn't thought about the draft but I knew it could happen. I didn't want to go into the army or any branch of the service for that matter. I was close to twenty years old and so far I hadn't heard anything. After pulling off the sheets to let the bed dry, I took a long hot shower. I turned on the radio and they were playing Beatles music, a song called 'I Feel Fine.' I didn't like it. Cool guitar, terrible song. I didn't like any of the British music. I like the old stuff, Chuck Berry, Jack Scott, Buddy Holly. All that stuff out rocked the new music. The Rolling Stones were one of the few I liked of the British stuff. I did however let my hair grow into the Beatle style like everyone else was doing, making me kind of a hypocrite. So far in my life I hadn't concerned myself with the world, only myself. All kinds of shit was happening. Los Angeles was on fire. The negroes rioting. Me, I never gave a shit. I just wanted to have a good time. I thought about the military. They'd want to know my sexual preferences. I was into girls, and guys. So I wasn't a homosexual. I couldn't say that. Really, I didn't know what I was. I had lost my job at the wire factory, or that was what I called it. It was hard work. I didn't like hard work, but didn't like being broke and I didn't want sell my ass on the street either. Then it was the summer of 1965 and I just turned twenty years old. I mostly masturbated for relief. It was all about keeping my desires a secret. Then it moved toward fall. It was still warm, being Torrance, California. Time seemed to be going by fast. I went down to the five and dime store to buy candy and pop. The girl I was dating a year and half ago was working behind the counter. Had it been that long since my neighbor had turned me on to same sex? Her name was Claudia. As far as we got in the relationship, back in the fall of sixty three, was me eating her out. I loved it and I got her off, but I never got any further with her. "High John, how have you been these days?" "Pretty good, Claudia. How about yourself? You married yet. I figured some guy would have taken you a long time ago." "Nope. Still living at my Mom's." "Bull, no boyfriend since me?" "No," she said and laughed, "I've had a few, but no one right now. Did you hear what happened last night to Shane Bell?" "Shane, no what happened?" "His parents found him at four in the morning, hanged himself in his garage." I stood in shock. My eyes must have been jutted wide open. I was stunned as if I was hit by a truck. "Did you know him?" she said. "We went to school with him, but I didn't know him too well. I know the girl who dated him. She told me, and this is not to be repeated," she laughed, "but she said his penis was as big as a horse's. I think she was exaggerating." I stood there with my jaw hanging open, trying to think of something to say. "I knew him," I said. "Haven't seen him for a while, though. He was a good guy." "They think it was probably over girl trouble." "Probably, but a shock, knowing someone we went to school with...killed themselves, yeah." I said I wasn't going to go to the funeral. I kept telling myself I had nothing to do with what he did. Then I ran into a friend of his. This time I was told he shot himself. This shocked me even more, though the image of him hanging was even creepier. I was determined to force myself to do it. I went to first showing and there he was in the casket, all made up with the make-up, looking similar to good ole Shane, but nonetheless very dead and wax like. I saw no markings on the neck nor any signs of a gunshot wound. I stood over the casket and I'm sure I looked stunned. A man walked up next to me. He was about twice my age with grey hair. His eyes were red from crying. I knew this had to his dad. "Was he your friend," he asked me. "Yeah, we knew each other. What happened to him?" "He... he was a confused boy. He broke up with his girlfriend. He wasn't the same after that. He got with this boy. We thought their relationship was a little strange. We were afraid he was turning homosexual. But his mother assured me the kid was alright. "Sir, I knew him, I'm sure he wasn't that way." "He suffered a lot of emotional problems. We had him to psychiatrist several times since he was twelve. He had personal problem I can't even discuss openly." I knew what he was talking about. His dick, the biggest dick I ever saw. The man started crying again and then wiped his eyes and blew his nose. "He didn't have a lot of friends, except at school. Then we put him on some medication the psychiatrist recommended. He took it..." and he started crying again, "with alcohol late the other night. They said it caused a bad reaction." "I was told it was a suicide." "Oh no, he was emotionally unstable, but it wasn't intentional. He shouldn't have been drinking with that medication." "It was accident then." He started to cry harder and then his wife came along and joined him. For a moment, I had a facetiously bizarre thought. Did his dad have one as big as Shane's? I couldn't take it any longer. It did make me happy that he didn't kill himself because I nailed him for two hours and made him suck my cock. I left and put it out of my mind. The funeral was the next day. I didn't go. I said silently to myself, 'sorry you're dead, Shane.' The next day I got a letter in mail. I was drafted into the army. I had one month to report. Well, there was nothing I could do. I had to go. I had one month to kill until then. Anxiety started to build up as the date of my induction got closer. I had to get a release of some kind. I had to find somebody, somebody to relieve the tension. I wanderer around town and went up by the college. An Alpha frat house was having a party. There had to something in there. I went in got some drinks. People were walking around in funny outfits, some wearing robes. All of them were getting stinkin drunk. Myself, I drank only one beer. If I found somebody to fuck, male or female, I didn't want alcohol to ruin it. A young girl came staggering out front. I was peeing against some bushes. I had my cock out in front of her and she stood there watching and smiling. "Hello," I said, and put my cock back in my pants. "Hi, how are yuh?" She was trashed. "Not bad." "I'm a freshman. Some a those guy in there, wanna fug, me, you know that?" "You're too young aren't you?" "Shhhh, um only eighteen, birthday wuz yezerday. That's ah." I started to say something and she cut me off. "Nooo, wait, wait... come here." She pulled me around to some trees off in the darkness. "You wahn me dohn yuh?" She reached under her skirt pulled off her panties, and then bent over with her hands against a tree to hold herself up. She spread her feet apart to give me an easier access. I didn't say a word. I dropped my pants to my knees and lifted up her skirt and pushed my number seven into her wet pussy. I smelled young female pheromones and they had my cock raging like rock. She moaned like hell as I fucked the hell out of her. Her pussy was kind of loose, not tight like the older woman I had a year ago. It got tighter as I went, slamming it home, giving her good sound fucking. I felt her pussy soak my cock and then ungulate and embrace it. My cock let loose with a gusher. When I pulled it out, my sperm ran down her down her legs. I gave her ass a nice affectionate squeeze and whisper in her ear that it was great. She didn't reply and staggered back into the house, for more drinks likely and maybe for someone else to fuck her. I was ready to leave and saw that she had left her panties on the ground. I picked them up. They had a nice smell to them. I didn't smell spunk. I was the first to fuck tonight. My guess is I wouldn't be the last. Some girls should stay away the drinks. I stuck the panties in my pocket and went to my car. Those panties really turned me on. I went back to my apartment and took off my pants and put the panties on. Just knowing they were against her snatch had my cock stretching them out. That night I slept with them on. The next evening, I went to park to sit around. It was almost dark. I was still wearing the panties under my jeans. Man they felt good. I sat there for hours, relaxing. Someone came walking up to me, a cigarette dangling in his lips. I didn't smoke. I don't know why I never started. As he got closer I recognized him. It was Tim Wilson, the roommate who reluctantly allowed me to blow him. "Hey, John, how you been?" "Not bad, yourself?" "Okay." He sat down on the picnic table next to me, about two feet between us. "I been wanting to talk to you." "Yeah," I said with a tone of curiosity, "What about?" "About the blowjob you gave me." "Why, you want another?" "I've been thinking about it." "No problem. Why the change?" "Oh, my girlfriend broke up with me about two weeks ago. Since that day I've been really depressed. I haven't gotten off in almost three weeks. My balls feel like oranges they're so big." "Sounds like a problem." "Why did you do that to me? You seem like a normal guy. You don't look, you know..." "I don't look like a homo, you mean." "I guess that's what I mean." "I've been out trying to deal with shit, too." "What's that?" "I got drafted. I'm going in the army." "No shit. Just tell them you're homo. They won't take you." "No, I'm afraid I'm going in. I don't want that kind of thing hanging on past." "You'll keep it a secret then, about how you are?" "You could say that." He seemed to be leading up to something. I waited for him to get to the point. "You do anything else... I mean...what I'm trying to say is..." "What you're trying to say is, do I do anything else besides suck cock. Yeah, if you want to fuck me, you're welcome to do it. I cleaned my ass out real good before I went out today. It's what I want." He stared at me like somebody who saw an alien from another planet. "It's okay," I said, "I know it sounds weird. But you might like it. Just pretend I'm a girl you picked up. I'll play the part. It comes natural when you're getting fucked like the opposite sex." "Where would we do this?" He said, and I saw his throat gulp. "It's dark. Down next to the creek. I've got a nice soft blanket in my car and bottle lube in my glove box." He looked nervous. I had to keep him in tune. I remembered how fat his cock is. I wanted it in me and blowing that three week supply right up in me. "Follow me," I said. We got the blanket and lube from my car and went down to the grassy area at the shore of the creek. Few people came down here at night, especially in the fall. It was an unusually warm night. I took off my pants and took one of his hands and put it against the panties. "Feel that. I fucked a drunken eighteen year old girl at a frat party last night, got her outside with her leaning up against a tree. She left her panties when we finished. I picked them and took them home with me." He started feeling them and then feeling my cock and balls through the material. I reached over and felt his hardness under his pants. "Was she good?" "She was hot. And I was the first one to fuck her that night. Blew a big load into her. You fuck my nice feminine ass and I'll let you take the panties with you when we're done." I took off the panties and opened my KY lube bottle and shoved a good gob of it right up into my can and then lay back on the blanket. Tim looked down at me. He picked up the panties and put them to his nose and then stuffed them in his pocket. Then he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to his ankles and kicked them off. "Are you gonna turn around," he said. "No, I want you on top. If I'm going to play a woman I want a missionary fuck. You can pick up my legs and I can wrap them around your back." He got down to his knees between my legs and lifted up my legs raising my ass into the air. He put one of his fingers next to my ass. "Go ahead," I said, "put a finger or two in my ass. It's nice and warm and wet." He pushed in one of his fingers and moved it in and out and then added a second finger. "You won't tell anyone will you?" "Fuck me," I said in a feminine tone. "Fuck me, baby." His cock raged in front of him. I could see it twitch and bob, even in the dark. He lifted my legs and then, making me jump a little, I felt something warm against my anal opening. "What should I do," he asked, almost like a virgin. "Come on, baby, you fucked your girlfriend. It's the same. Push it in. You did fuck her ass when you were with her, didn't you." "No, she wouldn't have it." "Well, I will. Fuck me. Fuck me now." I felt the head push against my opening. "Don't be afraid of it," I said. "Push with your cock. It'll go in, and you'll be in paradise." "Huh," I grunted. He did as he was told. "AHHHH uh oooooh...you gotta fat one." "Are you okay?" "Not if you don't start fucking me. Come on, baby, you got me going. Fuck my ass." I started thrusting upward with my ass, making him penetrate me even more. "Come on, FUCK IT, fuck my whore asshole, bore it out..." And that got him going. He pushed and slammed that fat piece of cock all the way the way to the base, balls deep. Those balls were huge, like a big bag slapping my ass. "I'm all the way in." He was and it turned me on like hell. I fucked back with my ass and he started fucking into me until we finally got a good rhythm going. His balls slapped at my ass with each deep thrust. A three week load he said. I wanted that mess deep in my ass. "WOW...WOW...Huh, hu, huh, hu, huh, AAAhhh... FUCK ME...FUCK ME... Fuck that ass...Fuck me deep... Fuck me TIM, TIM FUCK ME... oh fuck me good...FEED ME THE FULL LOAD FROM YOUR NUTS... GIVE ME THOSE BALLS... FUCK ME... FUCK ME AND FUCK IT OUT OF THEM" "You always carry on like this when you're getting fucked?" "Oh yeah FUCK, FUCK THAT ASS... fuuuck meee... fuccck meee... huh...huh...huh...can't help it... fuck... fuck me...feels too good...keep FUCKING ME fuck me with your beautiful cock...those wonderful big balls feel so good slapping my ass..." "God, you're like my little whore...I like fucking you... you like that dick, don't you... you like my fat cock probing in and out, doncha...like my pubic hair grinding against your ass...hey baby..." "I love it... Fuck me with you fat cock...PROBE ME...DEEP...FUCK ME...fuck me, Tim, fuck me good with your fat cock..." "I'm gonna pound that pussy, John... I'm gonna fuck you into being a woman...I'm going to get inside you... I'm going to fuck you out..." "Give me sweet cum...FUCK IT INTO ME, fuck the juices from those fat balls, FUCK UM RIGHT INTO ME...fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...give me that juice I sucked out of you that night... with your pubic hairs stuck to my well fucked mouth... just fuck meeeee!...fuck me good..." He started pound me harder and had my legs up on his shoulders, nailing the hell out of me, those over sized balls slapping my ass louder with each thrust, their heaviness turning me on every time their warmth touched me. We ground into each other. A great fuck without a doubt. "Ooohh, fuckkkkk, aahhhhhh...YEAH!! Ahhhh..." I shot cum all over the ground above my shoulder. One spunk wad was on my cheek. "I'm cumming to, OHHHH WOW!! Hmmph!!" He busted a balls load for the ages. It was so intense that when he cut loose balls deep, the spunk blew back and shot out the edges where we were connected, creaming both his pubic hair and balls, and my ass cheeks. He tried to pull out and I wrapped my legs around his back to hold him there. "I thought we were through. We got off." "Keep fucking me. I want some more." He fucked me slow for a while and then when his fat one began to stiffen more, he began pound me again. We fucked like a couple wild banshees. My hole made squishy and sloppy sucking sounds as it embraced his cock. I once again got a little too loud and he continued to call me his little butt whore, a worthless cock slut who needed a good fuckin. Finally we were spent. I looked at my watch. We had been on the ground fucking for over an hour and a half. He was still on top of me, my ass full of cum, his cock slowly stroking in and out of the wet sloppy hole. And the silence was broken. "Hey, who's down there?" A flashlight beam shined over us. Tim jumped and fumbled for his pants. He had one leg in his pants and was stumbling about and fell backward, bumping into to me as I was getting up. I rolled back, exposing my ass in the air. The flashlight shined right on my wet gapping hole. "What kind of fruities we got down here?" I got up and started dressing, just as if nothing was wrong. They were two cops. Both of them laughing and whispering to each other as we put on our clothes. "So what are you fairies doing down here," a tall leering, creepy looking cop said. The other cop was way over weight and smelled of grease and potato chips. "You guys been fucking each other down here. You know this is a city park. There a law against indecency." They had us put our hands against a tree and handcuffed us and took us downtown. We were charged with public indecency and fined three hundred dollars each. We had to appear in court later in the week, but it was unlikely we would see any jail time. Nonetheless, they made us post bail, another two hundred dollars each. "I'm sorry about this," I said to Tim. He smiled. "Don't worry about it. It was funny." "Aren't you afraid this might get back to somebody around town?" "No, those cops with forget all about it. If anyone says anything, I'll tell them we were taking a piss down by the creek and the cops came down and made a big deal about it." "Yeah, people have short memories. I hope it works out though. I sure didn't want this to happen. I don't want people to know who I really am any more than...I mean.. anymore than you want them to know, you know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I don't want to be fag, or known as a fag, and I'm not. "Of course not." "Look, I want thank you. You're the only one I trust to do something like that with. I was having a hard time after breaking up with my girlfriend, and what we did broke the tension for me. You got me out of the depression blues. I needed that." "You mean I'm kind of like your rebound girl, to get pass the last relationship." "That's right. No offense, but when I was fucking you, I saw you not as man, but as a woman. And you were playing the woman, and a woman with a very tight pussy I might say." "I'm glad I was able to help you get through that. I enjoyed the fucking that fat cock of yours and that bucket load you burst up my ass." He smiled and shook his head, and then laughed. "Man, you sound like a cock slut whore." "Does it turn you on?" He actually blushed. I had a feeling I had opened whole new world for him tonight, only he didn't know it yet. We walked to our cars and were almost there when he stopped and said, "Is this charge going to screw up your army induction." "No, I doubt it. The charge isn't serious enough." "What are you going to do in the army? You know they're sending a lot a guys to Vietnam." "It's just a little brush war over there. They'll probably send me to Germany or who knows."
About Me:
I woke up the next morning at close to noon, with my hair matted and the bed still damp, smelling of his piss and our dried cum. I went to my front yard and picked up the newspaper. It had war news on the front page. The country was considering sending regular combat troops to Vietnam. I hadn't thought about the draft but I knew it could happen. I didn't want to go into the army or any branch of the service for that matter. I was close to twenty years old and so far I hadn't heard anything. After pulling off the sheets to let the bed dry, I took a long hot shower. I turned on the radio and they were playing Beatles music, a song called 'I Feel Fine.' I didn't like it. Cool guitar, terrible song. I didn't like any of the British music. I like the old stuff, Chuck Berry, Jack Scott, Buddy Holly. All that stuff out rocked the new music. The Rolling Stones were one of the few I liked of the British stuff. I did however let my hair grow into the Beatle style like everyone else was doing, making me kind of a hypocrite. So far in my life I hadn't concerned myself with the world, only myself. All kinds of shit was happening. Los Angeles was on fire. The negroes rioting. Me, I never gave a shit. I just wanted to have a good time. I thought about the military. They'd want to know my sexual preferences. I was into girls, and guys. So I wasn't a homosexual. I couldn't say that. Really, I didn't know what I was. I had lost my job at the wire factory, or that was what I called it. It was hard work. I didn't like hard work, but didn't like being broke and I didn't want sell my ass on the street either. Then it was the summer of 1965 and I just turned twenty years old. I mostly masturbated for relief. It was all about keeping my desires a secret. Then it moved toward fall. It was still warm, being Torrance, California. Time seemed to be going by fast. I went down to the five and dime store to buy candy and pop. The girl I was dating a year and half ago was working behind the counter. Had it been that long since my neighbor had turned me on to same sex? Her name was Claudia. As far as we got in the relationship, back in the fall of sixty three, was me eating her out. I loved it and I got her off, but I never got any further with her. "High John, how have you been these days?" "Pretty good, Claudia. How about yourself? You married yet. I figured some guy would have taken you a long time ago." "Nope. Still living at my Mom's." "Bull, no boyfriend since me?" "No," she said and laughed, "I've had a few, but no one right now. Did you hear what happened last night to Shane Bell?" "Shane, no what happened?" "His parents found him at four in the morning, hanged himself in his garage." I stood in shock. My eyes must have been jutted wide open. I was stunned as if I was hit by a truck. "Did you know him?" she said. "We went to school with him, but I didn't know him too well. I know the girl who dated him. She told me, and this is not to be repeated," she laughed, "but she said his penis was as big as a horse's. I think she was exaggerating." I stood there with my jaw hanging open, trying to think of something to say. "I knew him," I said. "Haven't seen him for a while, though. He was a good guy." "They think it was probably over girl trouble." "Probably, but a shock, knowing someone we went to school with...killed themselves, yeah." I said I wasn't going to go to the funeral. I kept telling myself I had nothing to do with what he did. Then I ran into a friend of his. This time I was told he shot himself. This shocked me even more, though the image of him hanging was even creepier. I was determined to force myself to do it. I went to first showing and there he was in the casket, all made up with the make-up, looking similar to good ole Shane, but nonetheless very dead and wax like. I saw no markings on the neck nor any signs of a gunshot wound. I stood over the casket and I'm sure I looked stunned. A man walked up next to me. He was about twice my age with grey hair. His eyes were red from crying. I knew this had to his dad. "Was he your friend," he asked me. "Yeah, we knew each other. What happened to him?" "He... he was a confused boy. He broke up with his girlfriend. He wasn't the same after that. He got with this boy. We thought their relationship was a little strange. We were afraid he was turning homosexual. But his mother assured me the kid was alright. "Sir, I knew him, I'm sure he wasn't that way." "He suffered a lot of emotional problems. We had him to psychiatrist several times since he was twelve. He had personal problem I can't even discuss openly." I knew what he was talking about. His dick, the biggest dick I ever saw. The man started crying again and then wiped his eyes and blew his nose. "He didn't have a lot of friends, except at school. Then we put him on some medication the psychiatrist recommended. He took it..." and he started crying again, "with alcohol late the other night. They said it caused a bad reaction." "I was told it was a suicide." "Oh no, he was emotionally unstable, but it wasn't intentional. He shouldn't have been drinking with that medication." "It was accident then." He started to cry harder and then his wife came along and joined him. For a moment, I had a facetiously bizarre thought. Did his dad have one as big as Shane's? I couldn't take it any longer. It did make me happy that he didn't kill himself because I nailed him for two hours and made him suck my cock. I left and put it out of my mind. The funeral was the next day. I didn't go. I said silently to myself, 'sorry you're dead, Shane.' The next day I got a letter in mail. I was drafted into the army. I had one month to report. Well, there was nothing I could do. I had to go. I had one month to kill until then. Anxiety started to build up as the date of my induction got closer. I had to get a release of some kind. I had to find somebody, somebody to relieve the tension. I wanderer around town and went up by the college. An Alpha frat house was having a party. There had to something in there. I went in got some drinks. People were walking around in funny outfits, some wearing robes. All of them were getting stinkin drunk. Myself, I drank only one beer. If I found somebody to fuck, male or female, I didn't want alcohol to ruin it. A young girl came staggering out front. I was peeing against some bushes. I had my cock out in front of her and she stood there watching and smiling. "Hello," I said, and put my cock back in my pants. "Hi, how are yuh?" She was trashed. "Not bad." "I'm a freshman. Some a those guy in there, wanna fug, me, you know that?" "You're too young aren't you?" "Shhhh, um only eighteen, birthday wuz yezerday. That's ah." I started to say something and she cut me off. "Nooo, wait, wait... come here." She pulled me around to some trees off in the darkness. "You wahn me dohn yuh?" She reached under her skirt pulled off her panties, and then bent over with her hands against a tree to hold herself up. She spread her feet apart to give me an easier access. I didn't say a word. I dropped my pants to my knees and lifted up her skirt and pushed my number seven into her wet pussy. I smelled young female pheromones and they had my cock raging like rock. She moaned like hell as I fucked the hell out of her. Her pussy was kind of loose, not tight like the older woman I had a year ago. It got tighter as I went, slamming it home, giving her good sound fucking. I felt her pussy soak my cock and then ungulate and embrace it. My cock let loose with a gusher. When I pulled it out, my sperm ran down her down her legs. I gave her ass a nice affectionate squeeze and whisper in her ear that it was great. She didn't reply and staggered back into the house, for more drinks likely and maybe for someone else to fuck her. I was ready to leave and saw that she had left her panties on the ground. I picked them up. They had a nice smell to them. I didn't smell spunk. I was the first to fuck tonight. My guess is I wouldn't be the last. Some girls should stay away the drinks. I stuck the panties in my pocket and went to my car. Those panties really turned me on. I went back to my apartment and took off my pants and put the panties on. Just knowing they were against her snatch had my cock stretching them out. That night I slept with them on. The next evening, I went to park to sit around. It was almost dark. I was still wearing the panties under my jeans. Man they felt good. I sat there for hours, relaxing. Someone came walking up to me, a cigarette dangling in his lips. I didn't smoke. I don't know why I never started. As he got closer I recognized him. It was Tim Wilson, the roommate who reluctantly allowed me to blow him. "Hey, John, how you been?" "Not bad, yourself?" "Okay." He sat down on the picnic table next to me, about two feet between us. "I been wanting to talk to you." "Yeah," I said with a tone of curiosity, "What about?" "About the blowjob you gave me." "Why, you want another?" "I've been thinking about it." "No problem. Why the change?" "Oh, my girlfriend broke up with me about two weeks ago. Since that day I've been really depressed. I haven't gotten off in almost three weeks. My balls feel like oranges they're so big." "Sounds like a problem." "Why did you do that to me? You seem like a normal guy. You don't look, you know..." "I don't look like a homo, you mean." "I guess that's what I mean." "I've been out trying to deal with shit, too." "What's that?" "I got drafted. I'm going in the army." "No shit. Just tell them you're homo. They won't take you." "No, I'm afraid I'm going in. I don't want that kind of thing hanging on past." "You'll keep it a secret then, about how you are?" "You could say that." He seemed to be leading up to something. I waited for him to get to the point. "You do anything else... I mean...what I'm trying to say is..." "What you're trying to say is, do I do anything else besides suck cock. Yeah, if you want to fuck me, you're welcome to do it. I cleaned my ass out real good before I went out today. It's what I want." He stared at me like somebody who saw an alien from another planet. "It's okay," I said, "I know it sounds weird. But you might like it. Just pretend I'm a girl you picked up. I'll play the part. It comes natural when you're getting fucked like the opposite sex." "Where would we do this?" He said, and I saw his throat gulp. "It's dark. Down next to the creek. I've got a nice soft blanket in my car and bottle lube in my glove box." He looked nervous. I had to keep him in tune. I remembered how fat his cock is. I wanted it in me and blowing that three week supply right up in me. "Follow me," I said. We got the blanket and lube from my car and went down to the grassy area at the shore of the creek. Few people came down here at night, especially in the fall. It was an unusually warm night. I took off my pants and took one of his hands and put it against the panties. "Feel that. I fucked a drunken eighteen year old girl at a frat party last night, got her outside with her leaning up against a tree. She left her panties when we finished. I picked them and took them home with me." He started feeling them and then feeling my cock and balls through the material. I reached over and felt his hardness under his pants. "Was she good?" "She was hot. And I was the first one to fuck her that night. Blew a big load into her. You fuck my nice feminine ass and I'll let you take the panties with you when we're done." I took off the panties and opened my KY lube bottle and shoved a good gob of it right up into my can and then lay back on the blanket. Tim looked down at me. He picked up the panties and put them to his nose and then stuffed them in his pocket. Then he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to his ankles and kicked them off. "Are you gonna turn around," he said. "No, I want you on top. If I'm going to play a woman I want a missionary fuck. You can pick up my legs and I can wrap them around your back." He got down to his knees between my legs and lifted up my legs raising my ass into the air. He put one of his fingers next to my ass. "Go ahead," I said, "put a finger or two in my ass. It's nice and warm and wet." He pushed in one of his fingers and moved it in and out and then added a second finger. "You won't tell anyone will you?" "Fuck me," I said in a feminine tone. "Fuck me, baby." His cock raged in front of him. I could see it twitch and bob, even in the dark. He lifted my legs and then, making me jump a little, I felt something warm against my anal opening. "What should I do," he asked, almost like a virgin. "Come on, baby, you fucked your girlfriend. It's the same. Push it in. You did fuck her ass when you were with her, didn't you." "No, she wouldn't have it." "Well, I will. Fuck me. Fuck me now." I felt the head push against my opening. "Don't be afraid of it," I said. "Push with your cock. It'll go in, and you'll be in paradise." "Huh," I grunted. He did as he was told. "AHHHH uh oooooh...you gotta fat one." "Are you okay?" "Not if you don't start fucking me. Come on, baby, you got me going. Fuck my ass." I started thrusting upward with my ass, making him penetrate me even more. "Come on, FUCK IT, fuck my whore asshole, bore it out..." And that got him going. He pushed and slammed that fat piece of cock all the way the way to the base, balls deep. Those balls were huge, like a big bag slapping my ass. "I'm all the way in." He was and it turned me on like hell. I fucked back with my ass and he started fucking into me until we finally got a good rhythm going. His balls slapped at my ass with each deep thrust. A three week load he said. I wanted that mess deep in my ass. "WOW...WOW...Huh, hu, huh, hu, huh, AAAhhh... FUCK ME...FUCK ME... Fuck that ass...Fuck me deep... Fuck me TIM, TIM FUCK ME... oh fuck me good...FEED ME THE FULL LOAD FROM YOUR NUTS... GIVE ME THOSE BALLS... FUCK ME... FUCK ME AND FUCK IT OUT OF THEM" "You always carry on like this when you're getting fucked?" "Oh yeah FUCK, FUCK THAT ASS... fuuuck meee... fuccck meee... huh...huh...huh...can't help it... fuck... fuck me...feels too good...keep FUCKING ME fuck me with your beautiful cock...those wonderful big balls feel so good slapping my ass..." "God, you're like my little whore...I like fucking you... you like that dick, don't you... you like my fat cock probing in and out, doncha...like my pubic hair grinding against your ass...hey baby..." "I love it... Fuck me with you fat cock...PROBE ME...DEEP...FUCK ME...fuck me, Tim, fuck me good with your fat cock..." "I'm gonna pound that pussy, John... I'm gonna fuck you into being a woman...I'm going to get inside you... I'm going to fuck you out..." "Give me sweet cum...FUCK IT INTO ME, fuck the juices from those fat balls, FUCK UM RIGHT INTO ME...fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...give me that juice I sucked out of you that night... with your pubic hairs stuck to my well fucked mouth... just fuck meeeee!...fuck me good..." He started pound me harder and had my legs up on his shoulders, nailing the hell out of me, those over sized balls slapping my ass louder with each thrust, their heaviness turning me on every time their warmth touched me. We ground into each other. A great fuck without a doubt. "Ooohh, fuckkkkk, aahhhhhh...YEAH!! Ahhhh..." I shot cum all over the ground above my shoulder. One spunk wad was on my cheek. "I'm cumming to, OHHHH WOW!! Hmmph!!" He busted a balls load for the ages. It was so intense that when he cut loose balls deep, the spunk blew back and shot out the edges where we were connected, creaming both his pubic hair and balls, and my ass cheeks. He tried to pull out and I wrapped my legs around his back to hold him there. "I thought we were through. We got off." "Keep fucking me. I want some more." He fucked me slow for a while and then when his fat one began to stiffen more, he began pound me again. We fucked like a couple wild banshees. My hole made squishy and sloppy sucking sounds as it embraced his cock. I once again got a little too loud and he continued to call me his little butt whore, a worthless cock slut who needed a good fuckin. Finally we were spent. I looked at my watch. We had been on the ground fucking for over an hour and a half. He was still on top of me, my ass full of cum, his cock slowly stroking in and out of the wet sloppy hole. And the silence was broken. "Hey, who's down there?" A flashlight beam shined over us. Tim jumped and fumbled for his pants. He had one leg in his pants and was stumbling about and fell backward, bumping into to me as I was getting up. I rolled back, exposing my ass in the air. The flashlight shined right on my wet gapping hole. "What kind of fruities we got down here?" I got up and started dressing, just as if nothing was wrong. They were two cops. Both of them laughing and whispering to each other as we put on our clothes. "So what are you fairies doing down here," a tall leering, creepy looking cop said. The other cop was way over weight and smelled of grease and potato chips. "You guys been fucking each other down here. You know this is a city park. There a law against indecency." They had us put our hands against a tree and handcuffed us and took us downtown. We were charged with public indecency and fined three hundred dollars each. We had to appear in court later in the week, but it was unlikely we would see any jail time. Nonetheless, they made us post bail, another two hundred dollars each. "I'm sorry about this," I said to Tim. He smiled. "Don't worry about it. It was funny." "Aren't you afraid this might get back to somebody around town?" "No, those cops with forget all about it. If anyone says anything, I'll tell them we were taking a piss down by the creek and the cops came down and made a big deal about it." "Yeah, people have short memories. I hope it works out though. I sure didn't want this to happen. I don't want people to know who I really am any more than...I mean.. anymore than you want them to know, you know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I don't want to be fag, or known as a fag, and I'm not. "Of course not." "Look, I want thank you. You're the only one I trust to do something like that with. I was having a hard time after breaking up with my girlfriend, and what we did broke the tension for me. You got me out of the depression blues. I needed that." "You mean I'm kind of like your rebound girl, to get pass the last relationship." "That's right. No offense, but when I was fucking you, I saw you not as man, but as a woman. And you were playing the woman, and a woman with a very tight pussy I might say." "I'm glad I was able to help you get through that. I enjoyed the fucking that fat cock of yours and that bucket load you burst up my ass." He smiled and shook his head, and then laughed. "Man, you sound like a cock slut whore." "Does it turn you on?" He actually blushed. I had a feeling I had opened whole new world for him tonight, only he didn't know it yet. We walked to our cars and were almost there when he stopped and said, "Is this charge going to screw up your army induction." "No, I doubt it. The charge isn't serious enough." "What are you going to do in the army? You know they're sending a lot a guys to Vietnam." "It's just a little brush war over there. They'll probably send me to Germany or who knows."