I admit it -- I'm a whore at heart. I love sex and I absolutely cannot get enough of men's bodies. I love everything about ALL of them; regardless of how much they are or are not in shape -- there is ALWAYS something I can get an erection over.
It started way back when my (twin) brother intro'd me to the world of sex -- talk about boring. Ten years old, a few hairs around our little pricks and a lot of giggling and touching, big deal.
Oh but how I learned! I had a full beard before I had a driver's permit and there wasn't much I hadn't tried sexually. (Blame my bro; he started it!) Anyway, I decided to try re-counting my sexual history starting with the first encounter that didn't involve my brother. Although he seems to be in most of my encounters anyway...
OK, get to it, I know...
Minneapolis, where I grew up has several inner-city lakes and after getting a tent for our birthday one year, my brother and I would set it up at the edge of one of the lake near my house. It seems like we slept in the tent more than in our houses during those summers.
My brother and I each had best friends who were also brothers. My friend Paul was tall and clumsy; with a completely hairless body until he was about 14 years old. I relished that about him being that once I started puberty, within minutes I looked like the Wolfman!
My brother's friend Pat was about five years older than Paul, my brother and me. Both Pat and Paul were almost hairless but my Paul had the face of an angel! Just thinking about those summer nights and their smooth, muscular bodies always gives me an erection.
One night Pat asked us if we knew what butt fucking was. Of course we did! (Even though I couldn't even think the words much less understand them.) So Pat wanted to do a fuck chain. Yeah, sounds good to me, whatever it is as long as we're naked!
Everybody ripped their clothes off -- I was hard as rock before I was even naked. Pat calls dibs on the back; yeah, fine, whatever. So he laid me down, put his brother Paul behind me, my brother behind Paul and then whips out a bottle of hand lotion, which he proceeded to slather onto each of our cocks.
Before I knew what hit me, Paul had shish-ka-bobbed me! I screamed, Paul rolled on top of me, my brother instantly stabs himself into Paul, Paul roars like a wounded animal and Pat dove into my brother -- who of course didn't make a sound.
I had three of these fuckers on top of me -- humping each other like the timer was about to go off! Yeah, great job guys. I assume they got their rocks off since one by one they uncorked the guy under them. Which of course left me -- gasping for air and pissed as Hell.
The guys immediately decided to go for a 2 a.m. walk -- naked -- through our neighborhood. My ass was on fire and they wanted to go for a stroll?! Damn if we didn't get our little naked selves out there and go walking.
Eventually it dawned on me that the four of us were walking naked through an inner-city neighborhood. SCHWING! Of course I immediately laughed at while they pointed their fingers and made jokes. One thing led to another and they got hard too. Can you imagine, a bunch of dumb kids walking around the streets of the city stark naked with erections? (Thank goodness in those days the city wasn't as populated as it is now!)
There were countless places around the chain of lakes where people met for sex. Our spot, a little piece of Heaven where (at night) the beach was always full of nude people and naked men roaming the paths in the surrounding nature preserve.
On this night of new experiences, the 4 of us ended up strolling around those damn paths at 3:30 in the morning. I saw things I hadn't even HEARD about! My erection was so hard it hurt. But I knew that I had found my calling! I was meant to be a sex-aholic! I started complaining that my cock felt like it was going to pop it was so hard. Pat said we should go swimming.
Pat and my brother immediately took off running down the path to the beach but I was tired, chilly, scared to death, horny and fascinated with what I was experiencing. I asked Paul if he had known about the night-life before tonight and he said that he and Pat had been making moon-lit visits to the place since the previous summer. He led me (by the erection) down a path away from the main beach.
The forest was nearly pitch black, you couldn't see anything until you were just about to stumble over it but Paul led me through the trees like it was a bright, sunny day. We exited the forest onto a small, starlit beach where several men were having sex. Paul pushed at me to sit down on the chilly sand where he immediately swallowed my cock.
My best friend was wrapping his tongue around my hardon and I was staring in amazement at some absurdly over-sized cock inserting itself into a man that didn't look much bigger than the cock slamming into him!
It didn't take long before we were noticed and a crowd gathered. All those erections hovering over me while my best friend was bobbing up and down on my cock -- WOW! Within seconds I was whimpering trying to hold back my orgasm. Paul pulled his face off of me, pulling so hard on my cock I thought it was going to come off.
I shot a load like I had never shot before, it felt like someone had stomped on my stomach, I lost my wind and my cock kept spraying cum into the air. Suddenly cum was flying from every direction. I was bathed in man-milk. I was seeing stars and I don't mean the ones in the sky. I thought I was going to faint but all I can remember is locking my eyes onto Paul's cockhead as it gushed an ocean of whiteness at me. The vision has never faded; I lube my pants every time I think of that night.
It became my mission in life to learn about sex. I wanted it! I needed it! And I was going to have it --one way or another. Luckily Paul was more than happy to help. Summer nights spent with my brother, Paul and his brother, Pat became just a blur of nights filled with naked strolls, sex on the beach or in the dark forest. The days were just for sleeping. I came alive at night. I couldn't wait for the sun to get the Hell out of the moon's way.
The last time the four of us spent a night on the beach was the year Pat, the oldest of us, graduated. My brother by then had made his own circle of friends. Paul and I were like leaches; sucking on each other for dear life. But even he eventually decided he couldn't continue with our "playing." He eventually married and had kids. Every now and then he would return to Minneapolis on his own for work or a visit, staying with me. It was nice that even as an adult he let himself have "playtime."