The Succubus Awakening
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This story, like the other ones I write, is either true or based on something in my life that happened. Sometimes it’s impossible to remember exact names and dates of things; just like some of the details. I’ll let the reader decide how much of some of them are true. I’ve been a male slut for most of my life, I have taken a lot of big black cocks (because I love doing that) and did start to be sexually active at a pretty young age. Yes, I did get very good at cross-dressing and loved that part of my life. I did begin to have orgasms – while being fucked – at a younger age and, as in the one story, I can, with the right person, experience a true multiple orgasm.
For me things started sexually about a year before I was **** with a neighbor and school friend of mine. Ron was almost a year older and we lived in the country; he lived in a small cluster of houses, I lived on a medium sized stock farm. Since we both liked horseback riding, camping and other outdoor things, we became very good friends. We also attended the same school.
This went on through the 1950’s and early 60’s; back then there was no stigma against and, it seemed normal, for 2 ‘boys’ to share a bed during a sleep-over when you were visiting a friend’s house. It’s just the way things were.
I’d had erections, thought about girls and jacked-off some. As we all know, the first ejaculation can be scary, it feels good but you don’t really know what the hell is going on and you wonder, it can still be a little scary. The thing is, you know it happens for a reason and…damn it feels good…once you get use to the feeling and, of course, how to do it right. The first time that anything happened we were in bed together and Ron started talking about one girl at school. As the conversation rambled around we covered a lot of things; it was mostly about sex of course. I was curious, Ron had an older brother and his brother had friends; they talked about girls, sex and other things. I asked questions and Ron seemed to have all of the answers. Sometime during the conversation things branched-out to gay sex; back then it was referred to as ‘corn-holing’ (who knows where that came from) and that it was common (according to him) for some guys to relieve themselves by having sex with another guy – that would be queer sex.
While we talked I also became aware that something else was going on under the blanket. Ron’s voice became sort of strained and hoarse as we went on. He’d become aroused and had an erection. Ron had pushed his shorts down and was stroking himself right beside me. We also talked about the ‘other’ thing; blow jobs. Queer guys did this as well as girls who didn’t want to get pregnant; sex without having a baby; just like girls who had anal sex – taking it in the ass or corn-holing. Sex without getting the girl pregnant.
I was curious, aroused, nervous, shaking and everything else when he took my hand and put it on his cock at that point. Touching him was electric and, I’m sure it was for both of it…he moaned and gave a little gasp when my fingers closed around his shaft. He was hard as a fucking rock and, from what I felt, bigger than I was. Of course then, I had no idea that size mattered; it would in a few more years.
I stroked his cock a little (the same way I’d stroked mine) and Ron moaned like hell. He also whispered some encouragement and did some coaching about my technique, since this was my first time jacking someone else off. Within a few minutes he gave a long quiet moan, he stiffened all over and put his hand over mine then came! His hand, my hand, his shorts and the cover became a wet sticky mess! After he calmed down some we also talked about other things; one of them was that not all girls swallowed the cum. There were 2 kinds according to him; swallowers and spitters. Some liked to swallow it, some spit it out; he didn’t know if a girl could get pregnant from swallowing cum, I didn’t even have a little clue.
By the time we drifted off to sleep I’d had a real eye opening first class in sex ed., one with ‘hands-on’ experience no less.
The next day was some horseback riding and swimming in a local stream. We didn’t do much of anything but did talk some more. In the afternoon Ron asked if it was okay for us to sleep in the barn – no problem, I had sleeping bags. I realized that we wouldn’t just be sleeping; we’d talked about that. I knew that we’d be messing around some and I wanted to try sucking his cock. I was very nervous about it but just wanted to do it in the worst way; our play the night before had me aroused and very curious. Before dark we moved our things to the barn and got ready. After dinner there were some chores then we got cleaned-up and went to the barn. As it became darker we became more bold, I became more bold. We did talk for a while and Ron was getting hard in no time, I took over stroking his cock and got more coaching on how to do it so that he felt good. I was shaking like a leaf but had decided that I was going to do it right…I was going to finish by sucking his cock then trying to swallow his load. It was just something that I felt I had to do.
While jacking him off I moved into a position that would make it easy to dive on him near the end. I got very brave a few times; mouthing and licking the head. When I did this he moaned and gasped, jumped like he was getting a shock so I did it more and more. When he begged me to suck him – even a little – I opened wide and went down on him. I was doing something right; I guessed that because he was moaning and gasping like hell. I guess I just knew that it should be all lips and no teeth; I gradually worked up more and more saliva until things started to get pretty sloppy. He was more than a mouthful for me; when he put his hands on my head and forced his cock in deeper and deeper I gagged on it. He would let me pull back which was good; I did keep my hand firmly around his cock and things were getting messy, my saliva was running all over my hand and his cock. There were a few reminders about my teeth dragging on his cock so I tried to do a better job.
I did get a nice reward for my first effort though. Ron became more vocal, his moaning and gasping increased as I sucked away until he started to stiffen and shake then moaned that he was going to cum. I’d tasted my own cum and had some of his pre-cum so I sort of knew what to expect…sort of.
He arched his back while his hard cock twitched and seemed to stiffen more in my mouth; I backed away a little and closed my lips around his shaft just before he started to explode in my mouth. I tried to breathe through my nose and got ready to swallow when he began to fill my mouth with his load. I got most of it and swallowed an acidy tasting mouthful of cum; I also kept sucking and pumping his cock until he pulled my mouth off complaining that it was driving him crazy. I rolled to just lay there and savor the taste of it for a while.
Of course, when he calmed down, our first conversation was that we couldn’t talk about this to anyone; he made me promise to keep it a secret. I didn’t have a problem with that because it had been wonderful and I wanted more! I got more; I sucked him again that night and handled his erection the next morning. When we went into the house for breakfast I’d already had my dessert and felt very good about it.
The rest of that summer was endless jacking off and blow jobs with a little finger fucking thrown in for good measure. I hooked-up with another friend, about my age, that lived on a farm a few miles away; it was an interesting summer.
Spring came early and warmer than usual that year; in the midst of everything else Ron started to talk about having sex with me. I’d been thinking about it quite a bit, using improvised dildos (small things) and the feeling of having something inside of me raised some excitement. The playing continued as did the cock sucking; we started to plan a little camping trip that would fall around Easter. The weather had been very nice and, with some extra days off school, we could have about 3 days of fun and pleasure all alone.
Finally the day arrived for us to leave; my emotions were all mixed but I was ready to do it, everything was nervous, excited and a lot of anticipation. I was going to get my ‘cherry’ popped! Our area, once you got away from the main roads, was pure country; nothing but forests and farms. We had a pretty good idea of where we wanted to go and, we spent about 4 hours hiking in. By 3 in the afternoon we were way up a nice stream in a deep narrow valley; there was a lot of underbrush and vegetation around, big old trees, ample water and a nice place to set-up our little camp. We spent the next 2 hours getting things ready for the night, gathered a bunch of firewood, started a small fire then went swimming. The water was so cold that everything shriveled-up to nothing but we were clean. I took the time to make a small soap suppository and insert it in my rectum…as far as I could push it in.
While we were working on dinner it went to work; damn did it go to work! I had to run to the stream and empty myself; once finished I was pretty sure that NOTHING was left inside, I was clean and ready to go. With the depth of the valley and all of the trees it started to get dark pretty early. There was no talk about sex but I was ready and Ron had made a few little moves on me plus, some little remarks. I cleaned-up the dishes while he gathered more firewood then we got the sleeping bags ready for what was coming next. I’d brought along some Crisco; in my mind it was edible and very slippery, it should be a good lube. As we got comfortable I placed that where either of us could quickly grab it.
Ron didn’t waste any time; after taking his jeans off he went to work on my short hiking shorts, neither of us were wearing underpants so I had my hands around his cock in no time. While I played with his cock he did the same for me then moved to my backside; spreading my cheeks and starting to probe my rectum with one then two fingers. He used enough Crisco that it felt good then, began to finger fuck me in earnest. The single finger wasn’t too bad but when he started pumping me with two it got a little uncomfortable. He went back to one and more lube for a little while. In the meantime my stroking had him hard as a rock and ready.
I was so nervous that I was shaking like hell.
We didn’t talk much; Ron took charge and I found myself on my hands and knees after a while. I did ease down onto my elbows and pushed my little ass up in the air for him. We were both beginners and I was about to lose my virginity to him; scared shitless and aching for it at the same time. I do remember him asking if I was ready but I don’t know if I answered him; he put the head of his cock against my tight little hole and pushed hard, very hard! As he buried himself in me I went down on my face squealing like hell! The hot pain of penetration was something that I wasn’t prepared for at all (I also didn’t know then, that there were things I could do to make it easier). I didn’t want to stop him, to disappoint him so I took it; he settled down to a regular steady fucking, I bit my lip, tried to keep from squealing too much and took it…god did I take it!
It seemed to take him forever to get off in me. I know it wasn’t that long but my little ‘cunt’ was on fire from the beginning. Near the end it became easier and less painful (or I got use to the pain) there were some little cramps but I handled them. I had imagined that his orgasm would be some big deal; I’d feel him shooting inside of me, it was nothing. He moaned that he was going to cum, buried himself deep as hell, moaned and gasped some more then it was over. Other than my sore hole it was nothing; I didn’t realize how big his load was until I started to leak and, damn did I leak.
We relaxed a little, talked about what had happened and the pain in my rectum went away to just a little tingle. The tingle felt good, knowing that I had a guys load in me felt special and the little wet puffs of air seemed natural. The only thing I was bothered by was having him take it easier in the beginning; allow me to relax more and penetrate me a little slower until I could handle him. Ron agreed to this and, about an hour later, I was in the same position as he penetrated me nice and slow, gave me a little cock at a time then, started to ease in and out gently. Now I was moaning and gasping – squealing like a bitch – for a different reason; it felt wonderful! It felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Something like half way through it (this one was taking a lot longer) he asked if I wanted to change positions and get on my back. I agreed, he pulled out then told me what to do; on my back, legs pulled up like a girl, hips rolled a little he penetrated me again and started a nice slow gentle fuck. After what seemed hours, my hole was on fire again, he sped things up as our bodies slapped together hard then buried himself and came again. That time all of the sensations were different; everything about it was different – I had also become pretty vocal before he came – because I was truly enjoying it! I felt like I was nothing but a warm mass of Jello when it was over; a cum-filled mass of Jello. I think I also started to have the post-sex feelings that I’d have over and over in life…I glowed all over.
Ron relaxed, I got up to fix the fire which had burned pretty low while I was getting broken in. After about 3 steps I experienced the other nice warm thing about sex; I realized that I had cum running down my legs.
The hiking, swimming and fucking had worn us both out. When I woke up the fire was cold, I was cold and there was some light shining through the trees as dawn was breaking. I slipped out of the sleeping bags and got the fire going again before jumping right back in. As I settled in once again it seemed pretty natural for him to roll over and put his arms around me…something else I’d get use to was poking me between the cheeks; morning wood. By the time I got out of bed, the second time, I was one sore and worn out little bitch but, it felt so good.
For me things started sexually about a year before I was **** with a neighbor and school friend of mine. Ron was almost a year older and we lived in the country; he lived in a small cluster of houses, I lived on a medium sized stock farm. Since we both liked horseback riding, camping and other outdoor things, we became very good friends. We also attended the same school.
This went on through the 1950’s and early 60’s; back then there was no stigma against and, it seemed normal, for 2 ‘boys’ to share a bed during a sleep-over when you were visiting a friend’s house. It’s just the way things were.
I’d had erections, thought about girls and jacked-off some. As we all know, the first ejaculation can be scary, it feels good but you don’t really know what the hell is going on and you wonder, it can still be a little scary. The thing is, you know it happens for a reason and…damn it feels good…once you get use to the feeling and, of course, how to do it right. The first time that anything happened we were in bed together and Ron started talking about one girl at school. As the conversation rambled around we covered a lot of things; it was mostly about sex of course. I was curious, Ron had an older brother and his brother had friends; they talked about girls, sex and other things. I asked questions and Ron seemed to have all of the answers. Sometime during the conversation things branched-out to gay sex; back then it was referred to as ‘corn-holing’ (who knows where that came from) and that it was common (according to him) for some guys to relieve themselves by having sex with another guy – that would be queer sex.
While we talked I also became aware that something else was going on under the blanket. Ron’s voice became sort of strained and hoarse as we went on. He’d become aroused and had an erection. Ron had pushed his shorts down and was stroking himself right beside me. We also talked about the ‘other’ thing; blow jobs. Queer guys did this as well as girls who didn’t want to get pregnant; sex without having a baby; just like girls who had anal sex – taking it in the ass or corn-holing. Sex without getting the girl pregnant.
I was curious, aroused, nervous, shaking and everything else when he took my hand and put it on his cock at that point. Touching him was electric and, I’m sure it was for both of it…he moaned and gave a little gasp when my fingers closed around his shaft. He was hard as a fucking rock and, from what I felt, bigger than I was. Of course then, I had no idea that size mattered; it would in a few more years.
I stroked his cock a little (the same way I’d stroked mine) and Ron moaned like hell. He also whispered some encouragement and did some coaching about my technique, since this was my first time jacking someone else off. Within a few minutes he gave a long quiet moan, he stiffened all over and put his hand over mine then came! His hand, my hand, his shorts and the cover became a wet sticky mess! After he calmed down some we also talked about other things; one of them was that not all girls swallowed the cum. There were 2 kinds according to him; swallowers and spitters. Some liked to swallow it, some spit it out; he didn’t know if a girl could get pregnant from swallowing cum, I didn’t even have a little clue.
By the time we drifted off to sleep I’d had a real eye opening first class in sex ed., one with ‘hands-on’ experience no less.
The next day was some horseback riding and swimming in a local stream. We didn’t do much of anything but did talk some more. In the afternoon Ron asked if it was okay for us to sleep in the barn – no problem, I had sleeping bags. I realized that we wouldn’t just be sleeping; we’d talked about that. I knew that we’d be messing around some and I wanted to try sucking his cock. I was very nervous about it but just wanted to do it in the worst way; our play the night before had me aroused and very curious. Before dark we moved our things to the barn and got ready. After dinner there were some chores then we got cleaned-up and went to the barn. As it became darker we became more bold, I became more bold. We did talk for a while and Ron was getting hard in no time, I took over stroking his cock and got more coaching on how to do it so that he felt good. I was shaking like a leaf but had decided that I was going to do it right…I was going to finish by sucking his cock then trying to swallow his load. It was just something that I felt I had to do.
While jacking him off I moved into a position that would make it easy to dive on him near the end. I got very brave a few times; mouthing and licking the head. When I did this he moaned and gasped, jumped like he was getting a shock so I did it more and more. When he begged me to suck him – even a little – I opened wide and went down on him. I was doing something right; I guessed that because he was moaning and gasping like hell. I guess I just knew that it should be all lips and no teeth; I gradually worked up more and more saliva until things started to get pretty sloppy. He was more than a mouthful for me; when he put his hands on my head and forced his cock in deeper and deeper I gagged on it. He would let me pull back which was good; I did keep my hand firmly around his cock and things were getting messy, my saliva was running all over my hand and his cock. There were a few reminders about my teeth dragging on his cock so I tried to do a better job.
I did get a nice reward for my first effort though. Ron became more vocal, his moaning and gasping increased as I sucked away until he started to stiffen and shake then moaned that he was going to cum. I’d tasted my own cum and had some of his pre-cum so I sort of knew what to expect…sort of.
He arched his back while his hard cock twitched and seemed to stiffen more in my mouth; I backed away a little and closed my lips around his shaft just before he started to explode in my mouth. I tried to breathe through my nose and got ready to swallow when he began to fill my mouth with his load. I got most of it and swallowed an acidy tasting mouthful of cum; I also kept sucking and pumping his cock until he pulled my mouth off complaining that it was driving him crazy. I rolled to just lay there and savor the taste of it for a while.
Of course, when he calmed down, our first conversation was that we couldn’t talk about this to anyone; he made me promise to keep it a secret. I didn’t have a problem with that because it had been wonderful and I wanted more! I got more; I sucked him again that night and handled his erection the next morning. When we went into the house for breakfast I’d already had my dessert and felt very good about it.
The rest of that summer was endless jacking off and blow jobs with a little finger fucking thrown in for good measure. I hooked-up with another friend, about my age, that lived on a farm a few miles away; it was an interesting summer.
Spring came early and warmer than usual that year; in the midst of everything else Ron started to talk about having sex with me. I’d been thinking about it quite a bit, using improvised dildos (small things) and the feeling of having something inside of me raised some excitement. The playing continued as did the cock sucking; we started to plan a little camping trip that would fall around Easter. The weather had been very nice and, with some extra days off school, we could have about 3 days of fun and pleasure all alone.
Finally the day arrived for us to leave; my emotions were all mixed but I was ready to do it, everything was nervous, excited and a lot of anticipation. I was going to get my ‘cherry’ popped! Our area, once you got away from the main roads, was pure country; nothing but forests and farms. We had a pretty good idea of where we wanted to go and, we spent about 4 hours hiking in. By 3 in the afternoon we were way up a nice stream in a deep narrow valley; there was a lot of underbrush and vegetation around, big old trees, ample water and a nice place to set-up our little camp. We spent the next 2 hours getting things ready for the night, gathered a bunch of firewood, started a small fire then went swimming. The water was so cold that everything shriveled-up to nothing but we were clean. I took the time to make a small soap suppository and insert it in my rectum…as far as I could push it in.
While we were working on dinner it went to work; damn did it go to work! I had to run to the stream and empty myself; once finished I was pretty sure that NOTHING was left inside, I was clean and ready to go. With the depth of the valley and all of the trees it started to get dark pretty early. There was no talk about sex but I was ready and Ron had made a few little moves on me plus, some little remarks. I cleaned-up the dishes while he gathered more firewood then we got the sleeping bags ready for what was coming next. I’d brought along some Crisco; in my mind it was edible and very slippery, it should be a good lube. As we got comfortable I placed that where either of us could quickly grab it.
Ron didn’t waste any time; after taking his jeans off he went to work on my short hiking shorts, neither of us were wearing underpants so I had my hands around his cock in no time. While I played with his cock he did the same for me then moved to my backside; spreading my cheeks and starting to probe my rectum with one then two fingers. He used enough Crisco that it felt good then, began to finger fuck me in earnest. The single finger wasn’t too bad but when he started pumping me with two it got a little uncomfortable. He went back to one and more lube for a little while. In the meantime my stroking had him hard as a rock and ready.
I was so nervous that I was shaking like hell.
We didn’t talk much; Ron took charge and I found myself on my hands and knees after a while. I did ease down onto my elbows and pushed my little ass up in the air for him. We were both beginners and I was about to lose my virginity to him; scared shitless and aching for it at the same time. I do remember him asking if I was ready but I don’t know if I answered him; he put the head of his cock against my tight little hole and pushed hard, very hard! As he buried himself in me I went down on my face squealing like hell! The hot pain of penetration was something that I wasn’t prepared for at all (I also didn’t know then, that there were things I could do to make it easier). I didn’t want to stop him, to disappoint him so I took it; he settled down to a regular steady fucking, I bit my lip, tried to keep from squealing too much and took it…god did I take it!
It seemed to take him forever to get off in me. I know it wasn’t that long but my little ‘cunt’ was on fire from the beginning. Near the end it became easier and less painful (or I got use to the pain) there were some little cramps but I handled them. I had imagined that his orgasm would be some big deal; I’d feel him shooting inside of me, it was nothing. He moaned that he was going to cum, buried himself deep as hell, moaned and gasped some more then it was over. Other than my sore hole it was nothing; I didn’t realize how big his load was until I started to leak and, damn did I leak.
We relaxed a little, talked about what had happened and the pain in my rectum went away to just a little tingle. The tingle felt good, knowing that I had a guys load in me felt special and the little wet puffs of air seemed natural. The only thing I was bothered by was having him take it easier in the beginning; allow me to relax more and penetrate me a little slower until I could handle him. Ron agreed to this and, about an hour later, I was in the same position as he penetrated me nice and slow, gave me a little cock at a time then, started to ease in and out gently. Now I was moaning and gasping – squealing like a bitch – for a different reason; it felt wonderful! It felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Something like half way through it (this one was taking a lot longer) he asked if I wanted to change positions and get on my back. I agreed, he pulled out then told me what to do; on my back, legs pulled up like a girl, hips rolled a little he penetrated me again and started a nice slow gentle fuck. After what seemed hours, my hole was on fire again, he sped things up as our bodies slapped together hard then buried himself and came again. That time all of the sensations were different; everything about it was different – I had also become pretty vocal before he came – because I was truly enjoying it! I felt like I was nothing but a warm mass of Jello when it was over; a cum-filled mass of Jello. I think I also started to have the post-sex feelings that I’d have over and over in life…I glowed all over.
Ron relaxed, I got up to fix the fire which had burned pretty low while I was getting broken in. After about 3 steps I experienced the other nice warm thing about sex; I realized that I had cum running down my legs.
The hiking, swimming and fucking had worn us both out. When I woke up the fire was cold, I was cold and there was some light shining through the trees as dawn was breaking. I slipped out of the sleeping bags and got the fire going again before jumping right back in. As I settled in once again it seemed pretty natural for him to roll over and put his arms around me…something else I’d get use to was poking me between the cheeks; morning wood. By the time I got out of bed, the second time, I was one sore and worn out little bitch but, it felt so good.
Anastasia
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