The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (33 page)

So, on at least some levels, the whole affair was mutually beneficial: he got training, I got material. Does that qualify as mutual exploitation? Well, fuck, what isn’t? If sucking off
young men is a form of psychic vampirism, it’s a particularly ambiguous one. Because no matter how stiff I make a nubile fellow’s dick, there’s always the sneaky suspicion, given
the general marketability of young flesh, that I’m a mercy fuck. And no matter how glorious the moment, being with a guy young enough to be my son is also a memento mori:
Odds are that
this boy in my bed will outlive me by decades.
And hey, nobody likes a maudlin trick.

In a sense, all of this is like some twisted Buddhist lesson. In Nepal, I’m told, novice monks sleep with corpses, the better to realize the fleeting nature of life. And though I may wind
up in bed with something a bit more animated, something named Shane or Zane or Jeremy, the end result is similar.

Because whatever else it’s about, sex is a matter of the flesh. And flesh, desire, life are transitory. All things, like a dead Beatle said, must pass.

Even young ass. Even gorgeous young ass. Even Darrin’s.

Hey, maybe a part of me chooses Unsuitable Objects of Desire
especially
because they are, in the final analysis, dead ends. Falling for a sweet but feckless boy like Darrin pretty much
ensures that the roller coaster of lust won’t threaten the mostly satisfying basics of my life.

What does threaten my life, most of all, is passing time. Not to get all melodramatic, but the ultimate bad date is Death. Yes, I know I should be more like a Buddhist. Or at least more like a
sensible senior citizen. I should let go. Hell, I should stop thinking about Darrin, about his smile, about his hole, about his smiling hole. But desire is just so . . . sticky.

It’s one of life’s little ironies that with advancing years, you become more focused on the vicissitudes of your body, just when it starts deserting you. And with time’s
narrowing horizons, desire sharpens. At least mine sure as hell has.

So, dear reader, should you be in the bloom of youth, gather ye rosebuds while ye fucking may. Because from here on out, getting tricks will get trickier.

And for my fellow somewhat-senior citizens, a word of wisdom: Seize the moment, knowing full well it will pass. ’Cause that’s all we’ve got. And sometimes – often –
that’s more than enough.

Sorry, Buddha.

Oh, and if you end up hiring Darrin’s ass, please send me a finder’s fee. I take PayPal.

Alisha, Edmonton

It was the final week of camp and my last chance to get into Ryan’s tight white shorts. Ryan and I were counsellors at an exclusive summer retreat for rich kids. He was a
blond, blue-eyed, beach-boy type. Bronzed and buff, with the biggest bulge I had ever seen. I had it for him bad, just had to have a taste. Unfortunately, he hadn’t shown any interest in me
all summer. I guess I was too slim, too dark. From what I could tell he preferred the blond bombshell type. Cindy was his current squeeze, huge tits, bobbed yellow hair, legs that just didn’t
quit. She was gorgeous. My own small, athletic frame and modest chest couldn’t hope to compare, though he had said once that he liked my hair. It is one of my best features, these long,
curling chestnut waves. My eyes are nice, too – large and dark brown – very expressive, I’m told.

Anyway, it was “sleep under the stars” night for the kiddies. That meant it was get drunk and wild around the bonfire night for the counsellors. At least, it was for those of us
lucky enough to be left behind while the children slept on a nearby island. Cindy had drawn one of the short straws, and off she went, sulking prettily. I decided that if I was going to make my
move it would have to be tonight. I enlisted the aid of Ryan’s roommate Tony. Tony was also a stud, tall and dark, a super guy with a great sense of humour. But alas, he was not the current
object of my fascination. Tony agreed to help me and together we planned an evening of fun for the unsuspecting blond hunk.

As the party progressed I made sure that I was the centre of attention; gyrating to the boom box and teasing all of the boys with my impromptu striptease.

When I was down to my bra and thong Tony suggested I offer myself up for body shots, an idea I greeted with enthusiasm. It didn’t take long before I was spreadeagled on the ground with a
bunch of horny guys licking salt off of my torso. Some of the female counsellors joined in on the fun, too. I think it was Sara who removed my bra to create enough room for everyone.

Not bothering with the salt, Tony immediately popped one of my cherry nipples into his mouth, encouraging Ryan to follow suit. I was in heaven. Tony’s tongue was rough, like a cat’s,
as he lapped and bit at my spiked flesh. Ryan was gentler, slow swirling strokes, soft suction. My sex was soaked from the combination. There had to be at least five other people licking and
sucking at my skin; I lost track, but I knew I was going to come soon. I just needed a little help.

“For Christ’s sake, somebody touch my pussy!’ I begged, whipping my head from side to side.

My thong disappeared instantly and I felt someone lapping at my engorged clit. I looked down to see Sara crouched between my legs, her red hair shining in the firelight. I felt two long fingers
slide into my hot slit and she began to finger-fuck me, fast and hard, just the way I like it, all the while thrumming my clit with her talented tongue. I came quicker than I ever have in my life,
bucking and hollering. Ryan moved up a little to cover my lips with his. Having his tongue thrusting into my mouth quieted my screams, and gave me something else to concentrate on as Sara licked me
clean.

Everyone except Sara, Ryan and Tony had moved off a little to enjoy the show I was putting on. Campfire night was turning into a private orgy, with me as the main event. I couldn’t have
been happier.

“This is so fucking hot,” panted Tony, releasing my nipple with an audible pop.

Ryan and I both looked up as he stood and shimmied out of his white shorts and orange tank top. When he was naked I found myself looking up at about seven inches of dark, beautiful,
uncircumcised meat.

“Bring that here, baby,” I moaned.

Tony grinned. “Come and get it, sweetheart.”

When I tried to rise to the delicious temptation Ryan placed his hand on my stomach, holding me firm against the ground.

“I think I can beat that,” he whispered huskily against my ear.

Sara sat up between my knees and was treated to an eyeful as Ryan stood and skimmed his shorts down. He definitely could beat that. A flared purple head, the size of a ripe plum, drooled down at
me as Ryan flaunted his wares. His cock was circumcised, and at least nine inches long, thick and ropy with veins. I had never seen a dick that huge before. Saliva flooded my mouth as I gaped up at
him. My cunt rippled in anticipation.

“Oh my God!” breathed Sara, her eyes riveted on Ryan’s massive erection.

Sara . . . I’d managed to forget about her. She looked so sexy sitting there between my legs, her pixie face coated with my sticky juices that, after giving her a sloppy tongued kiss, I
generously offered her the first shot at Ryan.

As she tried to wrap her lips around that purple monster I knelt behind her and untied her bikini top. Then I pulled her shorts and underwear off of her slim, freckled legs, instructing her
softly to lift first one knee, and then the other. Sara hardly noticed, so intent was she on trying to do the impossible – deep throat Ryan. When she was naked I motioned to Tony that he
should join me. He’d been looking a little neglected, standing there idly stroking his own length and watching his room-mate get blown. He hurried to comply.

When he came down beside me I pulled him into a hard embrace, running my hands over his muscular back and ass. Our mouths were frantic as we kissed, a hot tangle of aggressive, wet tongue. Tony
gasped when I took his cock in hand and he fucked my fist hungrily, pre-come slicking the way. I pulled back and threw him a smug grin before I lay down and inserted my head between Sara’s
thighs. My hand never let go of his dick.

“OK, baby, show me how it’s done,” I moaned, as I tugged him towards Sara’s puffy slit.

He straddled my body and let me place him at her slick little hole. Sara was groaning, slurping and bobbing over Ryan’s tool. I don’t think she even knew we were there until Tony
plunged into her sopping cleft.

What a beautiful sight!

His dark Italian cock stretched her plump pink pussy to almost impossible dimensions. The contrast between her ginger hair and his black curls, her hot pink sex and his dark brown one, was so
unbearably erotic that I only had to flick my finger once across my clit before I was coming again in huge, shuddering waves of pleasure. I screamed and arched my back, almost bucking the lovers
apart as I slammed into Tony’s ass with my torso. This was enough to throw Sara forwards and knock Ryan right out of her mouth. Oops.

Ryan had been watching the proceedings with a keen interest and, instead of inserting himself back between Sara’s willing lips, he came around the grinding couple, tugged me out from
underneath my own personal sex show, and knelt between my thighs. Tossing my legs up over his shoulders he teased me with his thick cock, sliding it along my swollen folds, circling my
hypersensitive clit with its silky head. I was mindless with desire, thrashing against him, grabbing his ass and trying to impale myself on the beautiful, hot length of him.

“Please, please, please . . .” The litany fell from my lips as I writhed beneath him.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, placing his huge mushroom head at the entrance of my pulsing quim. “Beg me, you horny bitch!”

“Please . . . now . . . fuck me now!” I cried, taking my hands off of his ass to pinch and twist my nipples.

Ryan chuckled and slammed his fat cock into my dripping pussy. I screamed. It felt like I’d been torn apart. The pain was outstanding and I instantly vibrated through another mind-blowing
orgasm. Ryan didn’t give me a chance to recover, just kept pistoning into my ravaged sex. My clit was getting tugged down against his cock as he drove into me and the sensations were so
intense that I feared I was going to black out from the rough pleasure/pain of massive overstimulation.

The sound of Sara’s climax, signalled by high squealing moans, momentarily distracted me from the delicious torture of being fucked by a horse. I tilted my head back to watch her let
go.

It was awesome.

She was bent over with her head resting in the dirt and Tony was simply fucking her into oblivion, ramming into her like there was no tomorrow. He must have felt my eyes on him, though, because
he looked up to catch my gaze. His smile was pure perversion. I yelped as my womb pulsed from the wickedness of that leer alone.

When Sara was through squealing, Tony slipped out of her, still magnificently hard. Sara collapsed boneless to the ground and Tony flipped her over, scooping up as much of her juices as he could
gather into the palm of his hand. His eyes never left mine. When he’d gathered all he could, he turned towards me and Ryan.

Ryan’s movements had slowed as he’d watched the show Sara and Tony were putting on. Now they stopped altogether as his friend came over to us. I lay there panting, grateful for the
reprieve, and enjoying the hard, full sensation deep within my body.

“Hey, man, is there room for one more?” Tony asked Ryan.

Ryan smirked and agreed that there was. He dropped my legs from his shoulders, hauled me up in his strong arms and sat back on his heels. His prick slipped even higher inside my swollen pussy.
Then he lifted me almost off of him, and that was no good, I wanted him buried inside me again, but when I tried to thrust myself back down, he held me still. That’s when I felt Tony
spreading Sara’s juices all around my virgin asshole. I stopped trying to move, both excited and scared at the thought of what was going to happen next. I was pretty afraid when Tony pressed
his fat cock head against my tight pucker, but he and Ryan held themselves absolutely still, letting me lower myself as gently as I needed to over their twitching poles.

I think that was very sweet of them.

I let my weight rest against Tony’s chest and tugged Ryan’s head down for a wet, open-mouthed kiss as I slowly, so slowly, slid down their cocks. When they were both buried to the
hilt inside my body, they began to move in a slick, synchronized rhythm. It occurred to me that they seemed to have done this before. They were too darn coordinated.

That was my last coherent thought.

The feel of those two big boys rubbing together, separated by only the thinnest of membranes, sent me into orgiastic overload. I wrenched my head away from Ryan to scream my pleasure through the
woods.

Tony laughed and doubled his pace, pulling my head back against his shoulder. “You’re going to bring the Ranger, babe,” he said, before plunging his tongue into my mouth.

I didn’t fucking care. Let him come.

One of Tony’s hands moved down my body to tickle my clit. Ryan’s hands were busy at my tits, manhandling the small orbs, twisting my nipples until I thought he was going to rip them
off, and all the while they kept going faster and faster, fucking me like animals.

It was brutal.

It was fantastic.

When my next orgasm hit I clamped down so hard on their cocks that they were held immobile. Ryan was the first to lose it.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, as my pussy milked his length, “I can’t hold it, man.”

“Go for it,” grunted Tony. His breath was heavy against my neck, in my ear. He surged into my spasming ass again and again.

The feel of Ryan shooting his load high up against my womb cranked my orgasm up another notch. My body lolled between the two studs, twitching and shuddering helplessly. The pulsing spurts must
have set Tony off, too, because it wasn’t even a second later when he clamped his teeth onto my shoulder and let loose, pounding viciously into my stretched and aching hole.

The surreal sensation of all that hot liquid flooding my ass sent me round the loop one more time, but by this point all I could do was whimper while my body flopped around, quite beyond my
control. As Ryan slipped out of me Tony lost his balance and fell forwards. My breath whooshed out when Tony’s weight landed on my back. Ryan grunted at the combined attack and fell
backwards. We fell with him. It was vaguely uncomfortable, but the three of us were too nerveless to move right away.