Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Titillating Autobiography Tease

This past Friday, I again attended the monthly erotica open mic event, "Titillating Tongues". As I mentioned on Facebook, in the newly allotted time of 7 minutes (instead of the prior 6) I debuted some of the rough draft of my autobiography that I'm presently working on. The chapter telling of the night I lost my virginity to be exact with the tentative title, "Night of 1,000 Popped Cherries". The video explains how that title came about.

Also, for some strange reason, the video I recorded at the event cut off while I was reading. With that being the case, I decided to take this as an opportunity to include the parts of the rough draft that I would not have been able to read at the event because it would have taken me over the allotted time. So the video's sequence is as follows:

1) Video of my introduction by hostess Aimee Herman, followed by my telling the backstory to what I'm about to read;
2) Voice-over of the rough draft taking place before what I read at the event;
3) Video of what I actually did read at the event, then finally
4) Voice-over picking up from where the video cuts off

So all of the reading is in the proper order, they just come from different sources. Enjoy the video, or read the text version below the video.

excerpt from "Night of 1,000 Popped Cherries"
The Leader ran the water and filled the tub. He let me get in first and asked if the water temperature was OK. I told him it was, then he got out of his underwear, and there it was ----his dick. Unlike me, he was circumcised. I have no idea how big it was totally flaccid because it was already semi-hard. Probably from anticipating what he planned on doing to me. I wanted to suck it and touch it the second I saw it. But I instead reminded myself that he was coming into the tub with me, so I could pace myself and not make it obvious as to how anxious my being a very sexual 30 year-old virgin had made me.

As he stepped in, I moved back. Once he was in, he had me lay my legs over his.  We rubbed and kissed on each other. In moving my hands, I did the same thing then as I do now. I followed his lead. He rubbed my shoulders, I rubbed his. When his hands moved to my chest, mine moved to his. I was basically making myself into an erotic 3-dimensional mirror. Then finally, what I was hoping to mimic most – he started fondling my dick. I wasted no time in doing the same to him. After all those years of feeling my own to masturbate to the fantasy of it, I was finally feeling the texture of the treasure trail, pubic hair, cock, and balls of someone else. It was like the beginning of a heavy weight holding me down finally being lifted off of me.

The Englishman then came into the bathroom. He wanted to take a piss. The Leader and myself both said that we didn’t mind. So he took a piss, and looked at how me and The Leader looked so comfortable. We both had inviting looks on our faces, and me having an inviting look meant that this virgin was ready to be a slut. So as the Englishman read our faces, he asked if he could join us. We both felt the more the merrier, and then he got in the tub as well. So now it was “Rub-a-dub-dub, 3 men in a tub”.

And there was a lot of rubbing being done, and not only by our hands.

The Englishman was behind me, and his hard-on was rubbing against my back. Once I felt that, I got worried because I knew the condoms were in the living room, but these guys, especially the Englishman seemed ready to fuck my ass right there in the tub. Well, my worry was for nothing, because he tried no such thing. Instead, they just popped another cherry for me by pampering me. The Englishman  soaped up my back while The Leader soaped up my front. I soaped up The Leader’s front since he was the one I was facing, but at some point, I did get a chance to reach behind me and feel the Englishman’s hard cock in my hand. So that was now 2 dicks felt in one night. It’s a big enough deal for a virgin to feel 1 penis. But I had the extreme pleasure of fondling 2 dicks with the recipients glad to be fondled.

As I fondled his dick, I was loving every second of it. I had a gorgeous man’s hands on the front of me, and another sexy man’s hands on my back. What was irking me at the moment was myself. I was so nervous and overwhelmed by all the new sensations being brought on by others’ hands on me besides my own that I couldn’t get hard - much.

You see, there was something about the Englishman that out of the three guys I had interacted with so far, he was the one who made my dick become somewhat erect. Be it by way of the kiss earlier, or now this bath. Maybe it was because I wasn’t as visually attracted to him as I was the other two. So I became more at ease with him. But what he lacked in looks, he made up for in sexual aura. And I think that is what was making me become semi-hard with him. It happened enough that I began to think that if he was going to be the one to fuck me that he would be the one it would be more obvious if I should enjoy it. Either way, I knew a hard-on for me didn’t matter. Since I wasn’t going to penetrate anybody anyway. I could feel that at least between these 2, I was going to be the one getting dick, and not giving dick.

We all got out of the tub to dry off. I never got a towel of my own, because the cherry of me being pampered was still being popped. The Leader started drying off my front, while the Englishman started drying off my back. Just like when we were all in the tub.

We all walked out of the bathroom, and another cherry got popped for me. Not simulated like in a R-rated movie. Nor like in a porn video, as I had seen so many times before. But instead it was live, right before my very eyes,….The Cyclist and the Asian were on the floor having sex. This was my first time seeing gay sex. The Asian was on his back with his ass in the air as The Cyclist was in a squatting position bouncing up and down on top of him.

Like I said before about this night being so overwhelming that I couldn’t get hard as turned on as I was by all I had seen so far. And now this----more things to turn me on.

The Cyclist had a piercing in his taint. That did what all piercings do for me, which was pique my curiosity. What I was really getting turned on by as my body failed to show it was by watching his condom-covered dick slowly slide in and out of the Asian’s ass. With The Cyclist going so deep that his plump balls, obviously filling up with cum, were being squeezed with each slow inward thrust. It was like watching an opaque white skin-toned water-balloon being squeezed. But this time, since it was attached to one person while touching another, you knew that some sensations were being felt by both people involved. A sensation of being grazed was felt by the recipient, but a tingling sensation to the person that the balls were attached to.

I had to control myself, because all that pent-up sexual frustration, plus my geeky love of nature made me want to go in for a closer look. And if I did go in closer, no doubt that frustration and my natural kinkiness would have made me lick something. But there was really no need to go in closer. For even  though I wear glasses for such a distance, from those maybe 3 yards away, I felt like I was watching that dick go in and out of that ass in high definition. As if I could see every hair follicle, every pubic hair born from those follicles, every muscle contraction, and every liquid produced and moving from the sex.

I stood and watched wondering what the Cyclist and the Asian were feeling. What sensations went through the Cyclist’s dick as it slid through the Asian’s ass tunnel, and how did those sensations compare to all those days and nights of me wrapping my hand around my dick and stroking it? And what did it feel like for the Asian to have the Cyclist’s thick dick sliding in and out of him? Was it a sensation that could make him cum like masturbation has been doing for me all those years? Or was it a different sensation to be had? Well, since I was sure someone in that room was going to fuck my ass that I would get more of an idea of what the Asian was experiencing soon enough. So the question burning in my mind after this excitement was, “When?! WHEN???!!!!”

Although this excerpt makes it seem like my autobiography is meant to be a bunch of elongated sex tales. Make no mistake, for like I said in a recent Facebook update:

"My losing my virginity in a 5-man orgy will no doubt be a HOT sex tale to sell my autobiography to publishers and the public. However, its IMPORTANCE to the book or my life is not about the sex, like too many gay males measure their worth. It's something else....And you'll have to read the book to find out what."

With that said, I hope that info and the little bit you heard and/or read thus far left you wanting more.

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