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From the Author of Dorm Encounters: Just a little something different I thought I'd share. This is an interesting story about masturbation and more importantly, sex with produce. Enjoy. It's true.
When I was about 12, we moved to a new house that had a 25 acre pasture behind it that used to be used for horses. Though we had horses in Idaho on our ranch, we chose not to keep them at home. As such, the grass and pastures lay waste for a while until my mother got the brilliant idea to plant a small farm. We had every sort of vegetable and fruit you could imagine growing in Georgia, and soon the place was overrun. Naturally, it fell on me to take care of the damn thing, so I spent most of a summer in the gardens.
At first I hated being in the hot sun day after day after day, bent over raking, hoeing, etc., but soon the work got me interested and I began liking the sun I was getting as well. I got serious stares from everyone when I went to the pool, for example.
Anyway, I began to really love the time I spent working all day in the garden. It was a secluded spot, and I felt very happy being alone all the time. I sang to myself, danced around a lot, and generally had a good time playing farmer. Of course the gardens themselves began looking really good and my parents, on their random tours in the evenings were quite impressed not only with the enormous baskets of produce I produced at the kitchen door every afternoon, but at the incredibly anal retentive organization and layout of the gardens themselves. Each row was perfectly straight, no weeds in sight, you get the picture. I took great pride in my work and found the praise I got reward enough for the hard work it took to tend to the various fruits and vegetables.
It was about this time in my life when I began to masturbate. I forget exactly how I discovered what incredible erotic joy can be derived from pawing my penis first to erection then to screaming orgasm. It's not important. What is important is that I soon developed a real need to masturbate as often as possible, and found myself laying amid the garden rows every few hours and tossing off a load as I thought about the someday that I would have sex for the first time with some hunky man.
One day I snuck a couple of the dirty magazines I had stolen from a bookstore down to the barn as I went to the gardens to work. They were lame by today's standards, but gay magazines nonetheless. The important thing is that I had discovered pornography and found it to be a great stimulus not only for feeding my fantasy life (which was vivid, I assure you) but also to accent my jerk off sessions. I would read the same few stories about young college boys engaging in fantastic fucking and sucking sessions, and I would beat my young cock til it hurt.
I decided, on this particular day, after having beaten off once in the field, to get the magazines and take a jerk off break. I fetched them from the barn and returned to the shadier part of the gardens where the cucumbers, squash, and watermelon were growing. I stripped off my clothes and got down in the cool dirt and began poring over the glossy photos of erect, young, hunky men. My rod quickly achieved tumescence, and I spit on it a couple of times and began fisting myself with abandon. I turned the pages and imagined myself having sex with the models in the pictures, a fantasy that always got me off in style. While I was fisting, some of the cucumbers caught my peripheral vision.
I put the magazine down and broke off a smaller thin cucumber from the vine. I stuck it in my mouth and sucked on it for a second, pretending that it was a hard, throbbing cock. The feeling was incredible. Then I tried to shove it up my ass and was totally surprised to find that it wouldn't go in. I couldn't figure it out since I had been reading that ass fucking was relatively easy. Then I remembered the missing ingredient, lube. I ran to the barn and got some hand cleaning goop that we used after greasing the tractors and stuff. I smeared it on the cucumber and stuffed a gob of it up my ass. I moved my finger around and found my prostate gland, and howled with the sudden rush of incredible pleasure.
I stuck the cucumber next to my little puckered hole and shoved with all my might. At first, it didn't want to go in, but then it slid past my sphincter and into my ass channel. What an incredible rush. I moved the bumpy cucumber in and out of my stretched-open ass and sang with glee as I felt my first fuck. It was heaven. It wasn't enough though. I looked around and tried to think of something else. I grabbed another cucumber and started deep throating it like I had been doing it all my life. Still not enough.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a watermelon. I had heard jokes at school about farm boys fucking watermelons, and I figured this was a good time to check the action out. I dug my pocket knife out of my discarded jeans and cut a smaller one from its vine. Then I carved a smooth round hole in it about the size of my dick. With the cucumber in my mouth, and the other still up my ass, I held the watermelon over my cock and pushed down.
You've no idea how incredible it felt. The inside of the melon was still cool from the cool night before, and my cock was literally ablaze with sensations as I moved the small melon up and down on my cock. As the tempo increased, watermelon juice began to seep out of the hole, coating my cock, pubic hair and groin.
I bounced up and down on the cucumber, wriggling my ass around in the dirt, still sucking the cucumber and still thrusting myself in and out of the watermelon. I sat down hard as I felt my cum boiling from my balls and the cucumber sank all the way into my ass, the lips closing around the end. At that precise moment, I began blasting my young load into the inside of the watermelon as I continued to pull and push it up and down on my cock.
The cucumber in my mouth fell as I gasped for breath. I pulled the melon off my quickly deflating cock and looked inside. Swimming around in the pink destruction that was once the meat of the melon was the biggest load I had ever shot. I held it over my mouth and let it run out of the hole and into my waiting throat. The combination of my spunk and the watermelon juice was pure, unadulterated heaven, my friends. Truly!
I lay in the sun for some time, basking in the warmth as the sun dried the sticky mess onto my tanned skin. I fell asleep for a time and woke with another raging hardon and a very full feeling in my ass. I then remembered the cucumber and pulled it out using my long fingernails to grip it. I threw it into the river about 20 yards away, beat off quickly once more and dressed and got back to work.
And that, my friend, is how I first learned to fuck and be fucked.
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