I'm not ashamed to say that I'm one of the biggest male sluts I know. I don't go hunting women down, though, I let them lure me. Make the eye contact, do the smile thing, strike up the conversation, and all of a sudden they're ready to take me home like I was a lost puppy dog: "It's getting a little crowded in here, you wanna go to my place?" Once the invitation is given, I act like I'm kind of reluctant, and then they can feel like they've talked me into it: "Oh, it'll be all right, my roommate will be gone until Sunday", or whatever excuse they give. Then I "give in", and follow them home, and proceed to rock their world. It never fails me.
I also have one of the biggest collections of pornography I've ever encountered. If it has been filmed, written, posted on the Net, or fantasized about, I probably own it. Not just vanilla porn, either. Give me some credit. I've got most all the BDSM and fetish stuff I can find, I've got gay porn, lesbian porn, even some animal stuff. Not that I'm into the animal stuff, for God's sake, give me a little credit here! I own it only because it's weird and bizarre and it's fun to see the looks on people's faces when I "accidentally" pop video in, and there's some chick taking it like a pro from a squealing horse. Quite possibly one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
I digress. We were talking about my promiscuity, weren't we? And since I did mention that I have gay porn, I should elaborate on that. I'm bisexual, closeted for the most part except when I'm cruising. Do you have any idea how many public parks are used by horny old married men looking for a blowjob? Most of these men, in their forties and fifties most often, just aren't getting any from their wives any more, and they're so hard-up they don't give a damn who sucks them off, as long as they can get their rocks off. More than likely, I end up on the fun end of the deal, on my knees taking a nice big cock down my throat. I'm very popular in the park scene, because I'm young and cute, and have virtually no gag reflex. On the other hand, you would also be surprised at how many strapping young college athletes are sucking dick on the side. This, too, makes me popular, since I'm fairy well hung and older than most college boys (I'm twenty-seven, if you're wondering), but not so old that they're sucking my dick thinking, "Man, this guy's old." The best of both worlds, I should say.
Hey, I warned you! I told you I was a slut!
But I haven't been a pervert all my life. I swear it.
For the better part of my life, actually, I was sparkling clean in terms of morality and sexuality. I was the absolute most unblemished of men. I was a virgin through my teenage years, up until I was twenty years old, and at the time, I was determined to stay that way until I got married. Christian, of course, but I'm a little ashamed of that these days, so I'll not go into it further. Suffice it to say that at that point in my young adulthood, sex was the worst of evils. I resisted all advances made to me by women, and held up the Sword of the Spirit with pride.
What a loser.
Just before I turned twenty, however, I met Natalie. And Natalie is responsible for my present nymphomania. She opened the door for me, showing me the wide world of sexual desire, deviance, and fulfillment. I still remember our first time together. Want to hear?
She showed up at our church one Sunday evening, the guest of one of the deacons. She caught my eye immediately, and I could not look away from her for the better part of the sermon. She was absolutely gorgeous, a fucking goddess of a woman, about 5'7" or 5'8", and slender and sinewy, but curvy, with a wonderfully round ass, plump perky C-cup breasts, creamy soft skin, thick, soft, buttery auburn hair, and dark blue eyes. Every curve of her, from the curve of her breast to the curve of her soft, pouty, cock-teasing mouth, is saturated in sensuality, alluring even the chastest of men. At first sight of her, I think, I was hopeless. Her deep blue eyes burned into me, her shape taunted me, I could feel my foundations shaking under me, ready to give way as soon as she gave the word. All I had to do was look at her, and the sin of the flesh prevailed; I was rock hard in an instant. She cast her gaze my way, merely once, and I was lost.
She must have noticed this. Some kind of radar that women are built with, I think, which seeks out the hormonal male. When the sermon was over and everyone was mingling about, Natalie pushed her way out of the crowd, and I was astonished to realize she was making her way directly to me!
She approached me with confidence and warmth, and said, very simply, "You're cute. Would you like to take me out sometime?"
Stunned, I stammered, "I, I uh, I would love to."
She flashed a bright smile at me. "Great." We exchanged phone numbers, and she walked away, springing her step just enough to let her hair bounce around her shoulders just a little. I watched her ass sway as she walked, mesmerized, shocked.
We went on one date, and were inseparable after that. She was not only enticing, but also intelligent, driven, and confident. She had me by the balls. But I was totally fine with that.
It wasn't long, maybe six weeks, before Natalie challenged my sexual integrity. I suppose I'd been expecting it, maybe even hoping for it, but I still wasn't prepared for the way she approached the subject. We were sitting in my living room, watching TV, or something, and had been quietly content in each other's arms for a few hours. Then she looked up at me and studied me for quite some time. Very casually, she said to me, "You've got a beautiful body, you know. It's a shame you don't share it with anyone."
This was usually the point where I'd say something about how it was wrong and evil and immoral and depraved, but when I thought even for a split second about sinking my already-hard cock into her beautiful pussy, none of those words even came close to an accurate description of how I felt. For the first time, I realized I wanted her more than I'd known, wanted her bad enough to forget who I was and what I thought I knew about the world, and just give in to her eyes, her kiss, my throbbing cock. A mental picture flash into my brain for half an instant: my fat cock sinking slowly into her hungry pussy.
My mind reeled. Should I thank her for the compliment? What did that mean, that I had a beautiful body? Should I go refill the coffee and change the subject? Should I kiss her? What do I say?
What actually came out of my mouth was something retarded like, "I, uh, I really, um.... I guess so."
She giggled. "This makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?"
I cleared my throat. "No, Nat, of course not. I just, uh, you know, I just don't know what to say."
She leaned in toward me, her lips just barely brushing against mine. "Say you won't stop." And then she kissed me. And in that kiss, my whole dogma was laid waste. I couldn't think, breathe, or see. Suddenly my entire body was tingling, as if all the sexual tension I had ignored through my teenage years was surfacing in this single moment, in the feel of her tongue on mine, her hands exploring me. A rush of blood flooded into my cock, making it harder than granite, straining painfully against the zipper of my jeans. She took my hands and wrapped my arms more tightly around herself, my hands sinking down to cup her ass. She buried her fingers in my hair, her other hand reaching up under my shirt, running her manicured fingernails down my chest and stomach. The kiss deepened, and goose bumps rose up all over me. She opened her mouth wider, as if trying to take in more of me, trying to inhale me, and I realized I was doing the same thing, pressing her ever closer against me, pressing her face against mine, stopping just short of devouring her. She dropped her hands lower, rubbing my cock through the thick fabric of my jeans. Maybe it was a knee-jerk reaction, but I thrust my hips along with her movements, moaning as I did so. I brought a hand up to massage her plump breast, squeezing gently, bringing a moan out of her, as well.
She pulled back from me just a little. "You're going to take me, aren't you? You're not going to tease me?"
I said the first thing that came to my mind. "I'm going to take you, and you're going to love it."
She let out a sigh, of relief perhaps, before she grabbed my shirt and nearly tore it off me. I was happy to return the gesture, slipping her top off with ease. We began touching again, feeling the soft, exposed skin, as she leaned in again to kiss me. I felt her nimble fingers toying with my belt, deftly unbuckling it, and now attacking the button and zipper of my jeans. Then I felt, for the first time, five gentle fingers touching the very skin of my cock, freeing it from its prison of boxer shorts, touching it, stroking it. Her hand slid smoothly up and down my shaft, harder now than I ever remembered it being. Can a cock actually get too full of blood, and burst?
She stood up, and slipped her skirt off so easily I almost didn't notice. She pushed my jeans off me, kneeling as she did so, and slipped the head of my cock into her warm, pouty mouth. I nearly fell over with anticipation as she slowly wormed my cock the rest of the way down her throat. I gasped in amazement as I felt the tip hit the back of her throat. She twisted her head this way and that, giving a new sensation with every move she made. I held on to her head, truly afraid of losing my footing to this incredible experience, and moaned and panted like, well, like a virgin. I suddenly felt that I must have more of this extraordinary feeling, and grabbed her, rather roughly I thought, by the back of the head, pulling her further down along my cock. She took this well, giving up control and allowing me to move myself in and out of her lips. She continued the tongue work, however, moving it along the underside of my shaft as I drove it into her mouth.
"Natalie," I whispered, because if I hadn't whispered her name, I would have screamed it. "I've ... oh shit, that's good ... I've got ... "
She pulled back. "What's wrong?"
I panted. I was overtaken by the sensation, by the look in her eyes. "I've got to have you," I choked.
She smiled. "Anything you want, love. The night is yours." She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, "And so am I."
That said, she got to her feet and perched on the couch, spreading herself open for me. I gazed at her silently, almost paralyzed, until I realized I was staring, and she was giggling at me. I looked at her, then down at her pussy. I could see the little droplets of her arousal, seeping out of her little mouth, already ready for me. I dropped to my knees to get a closer look, pulling her pussy lips apart and examining the little nubs of flesh within. There was her clit, hard and swollen, peeking out from its protective hood. There were her inner lips, coated in her juices already. And there, the secret opening I had desired from the moment I saw her.
She was right. She was mine now.
I leaned forward, looking up at her as I did so, and ran my tongue lightly along the sides of her pussy lips. She gasped sharply. I worked my way toward her clit, lightly and slowly, examining her and probing her with my tongue. Her fingers slid through my hair, her hand wrapped itself around the back of my head, pulling me closer to her, silently begging for more. I breathed in her musky scent, clean and totally aroused. My mouth closed over the hard little nugget of her clit, and finally she let out a long, deep moan.
"Oooohhh, god, yes, right there, just keep doing that!"
Among other things, that night I learned it was hard to eat pussy and smile at the same time. Pleasing her made me happy, and I smiled every time she cried out in pleasure during my up-close-and-personal with her clit. I prodded her with the tip of my tongue, I circled it and flicked it, I licked it as if it were a lollipop. With each different technique, things I hadn't even known I wanted to do, she became more and more enflamed. Finally I felt her shaking and trembling, and she wasn't breathing, just holding it in as if waiting for something. The more I licked her, the harder her grip on me became, until finally, she broke, and her body splintered into waves of tremors, and she screamed out in pleasure, grinding herself against my face.
