This is a true account of my first and only gay encounters. I'd love to know how many others there are like myself who have had this experience in the past and now only fantasize about it after leading otherwise "normal" lives since.
Copyright 2001 Souther Deep Impact. All Rights Reserved.
I have had, I think (I was drunk often) FOUR gay encounters.
I was in Florida, in the Air Force in the early 80's (my early 20's).
The first encounter completely freaked me out, but really set the stage for the others. At the time, I was crashing after a wild drunken party at a lesbian couple's apartment. They were pretty cool, and I often slept over. They would "retire" to their room and I would crash on the couch. One night, they had some of their gay friends over for a party and I and one of the gay friends crashed in the living room while they went to their room. I just about passed out on the couch, but I occasionally opened one eye to see what Scott was doing on the other couch. Eye open: see Scott on couch. Eye open: see Scott on couch. etc. But then, I took a look, and Scott wasn't on the couch. He was lying on the floor next to MY couch. Yikes! I pretended to be asleep, and next thing I knew, Scott was on the couch, on top of me, working down towards my crotch. He opened me up and gave me a blowjob that I still remember to this day. Next morning, I pretended like I remembered nothing and left and went back to my dorm on base.
At that time, guys were boarded two to as many as four in a room. This is not basic training where everyone is in one large open bay-room. This is a duty assignment, and the dorms are pretty much like college dorms. In my case, two to a room.
I'm not exactly a party-animal. I like to go drinking at the NCO club, but then I generally come home and go to bed. But Bill (my room-mate) was quite the opposite. He came home late, drunk, often. And as often as not, not alone. We both drank pretty heavily (hey, we're in the military, with free-money and nothing else to do), and I was usually passed-out before he got home. He would come home with some bimbo he had picked up at some club, and I'd wake up to see the silohette of the two of them against the backdrop of the only window in the room. Her on top, him on top, doggie style... whatever. At least a few times I woke up to find an orgy going on - several guys and gals getting it on on the bed, the floor, in the hall, the bathroom... you name it. But I never got involved. I dunno why. It would have been easy to slip out onto the floor and grabbed the nearest wench in the near total darkness and have at it. But I didn't. I either feigned (or was actually) passed out, and just slept it off.
One night, after a particularly drunken dorm party, I awakened to find Bill was actually lying beside me in my bed. The memory is kind of confused because I was quite drunk. But I know for sure that he either jerked me off, or blew me while I was laying there half-asleep. When he was done, I faked "waking up" by rolling and "falling out of the bed." I acted like I noticed nothing and staggered off to the bathroom. When I came back, Bill was in his own bed and already snoring.
You have NO idea what effect that had on me. From that point on, I was consumed by the fantasy of Bill just fucking the shit out of me in every way conceivable. And I set out to make it happen. I took to falling asleep on TOP of the covers, with nothing on. For weeks, nothing. Then one night, he stumbles in quite drunk. I'm more than a bit tipsy myself. Next thing I know, he's laying on the bed beside me again. This time I am quite aware of him jerking me off. But this time, I am also ready. Again, I fake "sleep" (lying with my butt UP) but at the same time, I make sure that the jar of vaseline that I have laid next to my pillow is plainly visible. There's a pause, in which I'm not sure WHAT he is doing. There's no sound. Then, I feel something pushing gently between by ass cheeks. I CANNOT beleive this is happening, and I sure as hell can't beleive that I actually set it up! But the deed is done now, and there's no backing out. Next thing I know he's probing around with that dick, looking for my asshole.
He finds it and presses. Just a bit. I start to feel my asshole widen to accept him in. I'm almost panicing now. What the hell have I done? Can I stop it now? But before I can decide what to do, he pushes one good push and he's IN. There's no turning back now. He pushes ALL THE WAY in - to the hilt. Its painful, but not so painful that I don't find myself immediately enjoying the "full" feeling. And the imagination runnning wild in my head is even greater. I'm impaled, under the weight of his much larger body.
He's between my legs so I can't close them - they are held permanently apart giving him full access to by ass. He begins thrusting. Eventually, he falls over against my back and I'm now supporting his entire weight on my back and ass. He is thrusting wildly and deeply and I'm absolutely helpless to resist. Sure, I could make a major scene and yell STOP - but frankly, I didn't WANT him to stop. He fucked and fucked my asshole until I thought I was gonna pass out. But I didn't. Wave after wave of this completely new sensation poured over every inch of my back and ass, and I was on the verge of passing out myself when he came. I could feel the warmth of his cum, but deep inside me. After he came, he lay with his whole dead-weight on my back. I was pressed into the bed, immovable, inescapable, while he slept there, with his dick still in my ass. I can't beleive how "dreamy" the sensation was - and I fell asleep there too. When I awoke, he was gone (in his own bed).
I knew I couldn't let that be the last of it. Over the next months, I arranged several more such encounters. One of my favorites was when he showed up drunk one night, but not so drunk that he didn't know what he was doing. I like that best. It started out as me almost taking advantage of his condition to get what I wanted. But this time, he was not so drunk that I didn't get it without him knowing full well what he was doing.
I was "asleep" on my bed, again, but this time on my back with my head near the edge of the bed. He has to walk past the head of my bed to get to the bathroom. And when he did, he stopped and turned my direction (I'm peeping just a little bit through my closed eyes). He turns and goes on to the bathroom, and I hear the shower come on. Later, as he comes back past my bed, he again turns my way, but this time he is completely naked. The past encounter had been doggie-style ass fucking. So I had never actually SEEN his dick before, up close. But this time I did. I got a real close look at it because he was standing right next to my bed with this thing pointing, yes pointing, at my face. It was enormous. All I'd ever seen was my own, which was about 5" when fully erect. This was at least a good 8 inches long, but slender. Not much bigger around than my own - just much longer.
It was perfectly shaped. No odd curve, no rounded bubble-shaped head - just a smooth, straight, slender arrow with a nicely pointed head (if you have ever seen Peter North's member, you know what I'm seeing). Anyway, he takes a step closer to my bed - looking at me carefully to see if I'm "asleep" and perhaps close enough to see if he can smell alcohol. He can, and I appear to be quite passed out. So he steps closer. Now, his dick is actually hanging (standing) over my face. He takes his hand and presses the tip of it down until it just barely touches my lips. I remain absolutely still. He presses a bit more and begins to rub the head of his dick back and forth across my lips. Now I make my move. I move just a bit, turning a bit more towards him, and let my lips part a little bit, as if I'm breathing through my mouth. The head of his dick is still resting on my lips, but motionless. Now he begins to push it into my mouth. I feel the soft head pressing my lips apart and starting to wrap themselves around it. All the while, I'm laying there fully awake but pretending to be asleep. I'm thinking "this is it. The point of no return. If he pushes that thing into my mouth, I'm officially giving head." And he does.
With a little thrust, he pops the whole head of his dick into my mouth. My lips offer no resistance at all - just spread apart by the thrust of this shaft, they open wide and let this monster in. Again, Bill stops and remains motionless for a while. I'm lying there, with this dick in my mouth and just wondering where does it go from here? Well, I found out where it was going! He begins to push in and out. His head is so soft. I feel the rim of it rubbing on the roof of my mouth and my tongue. In and out, slowly, just a little bit. I notice that there's a little bit of some fluid coming out of the tip. It has a somewhat bitter taste, but not at all unpleasant. In and out, he continues this for a couple of minutes. By now, his thrusts are reaching the back of my throat. There's a little bit of an urge to gag, but I manage to supress it. But there is another problem. In this position, he's "shooting" straight at the back of my mouth, but not down my throat. He can't "turn the corner" in this position, and by now, I definately want him to turn the corner. I have to take a risk. I am going to have to move, but there's no way I can do it while continuing to feign sleep. If I move, I'm going to have to let him know that I am fully aware of what's happening. If I don't move, it's gonna end here pretty much. But I want this thing down my throat. I'm looking at pubic hair that I desperately want to bury my nose in. So, I make the move. Still laying on my back, I move back a bit, then move up a bit so my head is tipping over the edge of the bed. Sure enough, he follows to the new position and immediately goes back to the back of my mouth. His dick is as large around as my mouth, so I'm opening as wide as I can to keep my teeth off his shaft. Soon, he's probing at the back of my throat again. He stops, and slowly pushes. My throat expands to allow him in, and he goes in another inch or two. And stops. At this point, I can still breath, so he rests there for a few minutes. I notice now that he is gently carressing the sides and back of my head. He's holding my head in place while he fucks my mouth! I discovered, now, that there is a SECOND opening that his head has to pass through. THis one is a good bit tighter than than the back of my mouth. It's also farther down. I don't know what it is, but it's a tight muscle much like spinchter of my asshole. It takes a good bit of pushing to force through it. And when it does, it does so with a slight "pop" - not the noise, but the sudden breaking-through when the head passes through and recloses behind it. It's now firmly held in my throat.
But Past this point, I also cannot breath. I push him back a bit so the head pops back out of that opening, back into the back of my mouth. I get a BIG breath and then pull him back in. Again, it pops through and squeezes tight behind it. This is also a bit more uncomfortable. I can't breath, and stretching this muscle opening makes it sore. But I pull him in farther anyway. There's still a good 3 inches of dick that hasn't entered yet, and I desperately want those pubes resting on my face and I want those balls to rest on my face also. I pull in more, but I'm running out of breath. I push out, get a breath, and pull back in. But I don't have much time between breaths so this time I pull ALL the way in! Because I'm laying on my back, his balls are now resting on my eyes, and the base of his shaft rests on the underside of my nose. He goes wild now, and I just lay there. With him thrusting in and out, forcefully, I begin to have trouble suppressing the gag reflex. But it hardly matters because my throat is completely plugged - there's nothing coming up any way it goes. So I just pull him in and out and take all 8 inches of that rod in and out, from the tip to the base.
I can't suppress the noise of my gagging, but it doesn't matter - he can't hear me over his own load groaning now anyway. One last time, I pull him out, get a breath, and pull him back all the way in. This time, I hold him in tightly and move my head about and constrict my throat muscles as much as I can. When he comes, I feel it all deep inside. It's warm, seems almost hot. But I can't taste any of it. I pull him out so the last few squirts can come inside my mouth. His semen is kind of pungent, slightly bitter tasting, but not at all unpleasant.
Besides, in this horny condition of mine, it wasn't the taste of cum, but the fact of cum. I was eating cum, and a large amount of it too. I never come come this much, but Bill has one huge blast deep in my throat, and several more, smaller ones in my mouth that fill it nearly up anyway. Cum is squeezing around his shaft and coming out of my lips, pooling on my chin, and cheeks. He continues shallow thrusts, pushing some of the come into the back of my throat where I really have no choice but to swallow it. But that's what I wanted anyway. He remains there, now, motionless for a minute or two. I wish I could see what I look like, laying there, with a huge dick pressed all the way into my face, gently caressing this guys balls and thighs.
There were other encounters later, with other guys. One of them during one of Bill's orgy parties. At the next such party, I slipped out of bed and on top of some chick (I never knew who), and she didn't care either. I didn't fuck her, I just laid on top of her and sucked on her nipples. I have a pretty good idea, (almost sure) who it was because the size of her breasts was enormous, and the Air Force ejects overweight people with frightful efficiency. This girl had enourmous breasts, and I knew who she must have been and she was discharged from the AF not too long after this event. It's sad because she was not at ALL overweight, she just had these huge tits. But as I laid there in the pitch dark, someone started groping me from behind. With both hands on my hips, they could not tell who I was (or even what sex). But as this guy groped me, the girl under me moaned and whimpered. I'm not sure, but it seemed that this guy assumed that he was on top of the girl he heard! We're all drunk and it's pitch black - who could tell? As I felt his dick probing around, I directed it to my asshole. As soon as he started pounding me, I entered and pounded this girl under me. I can remember thinking "He thinks he's fucking this chick, and in fact he's fucking my asshole." Shit, the knowledge of that sent me over the edge. I filled this gals cunt with as much cum as this guy filled my ass with.
After I got out of the Air Force, I never saw any of these people again, and I've never really had any such encounters since. 16 years later, I'm married with several children and a great wife who doesn't understand (but enjoys participating anyway) in my ass/dildo fantasies. If only she knew.
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