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Greg Moran was the height of respectability.
He had one small flaw — he liked to secretly suck cock and, sometimes get fucked.
No one knew about this particular peccadillo; this penchant for occasionally cruising a beach/ park along the Mississippi River where men used to hang out… looking for hard cock… even sometimes during the day… sometimes naked, sunning in the sand dunes or in the tall grasses… or almost naked, on the woods path… looking for the right guy to fondle and suck… or even sometimes at night, part of the Brownian motion of men, both seeking and ashamed…
Mr. Moran tried to limit his perversions. He was a happily married, respectable, church going man whose wife would probably divorce him; whose children would be horrified; and whose friends and fellow congregants would totally shun him, if they ever found out about his needs… his lusts…
He tried to fight his urges. He would go months and months without looking for some random guy to have sex with… And even then, things usually didn’t pan out and he would be both ashamed and frustrated. So, finally, after many, many months, one Friday evening, when his wife and children had gone to visit his mother-in-law for a couple of weeks during summer vacation, he went to an anonymous Mississippi beach/park in Minnesota, where men prowled for sex on that hot, humid, July evening, to try and satisfy his perverse desires.
But, on that night… He got more than he bargained for…
He was drawn into getting naked and being ass fucked and then face fucked.
He was used over and over again until cum was everywhere.
Then, because he was a slave to his lusts, he ended up naked, cuffed, gagged, catharized, butt plugged, nipples clamped, balls weighted, and was forced to drive to a gay hangout to be used again…
From Minnesota Bound Part Two:
Cigarette and pot smoke wafted out of the door as they walked in. It was even hotter inside than it was outside. And the barn was full of men. All sorts of men. Naked men. Men dressed in leather with leather caps and leather pants. Men chained in place being whipped by other men. Men lying down or bending over being fucked. The place reeked of male sex, sweat, cock and cum. They passed a man strapped upside down to a giant wheel where another man was dripping hot wax from a candle, covering his balls and stiff cock, while other men watched, jerking off onto his face. Everywhere there were men being tortured while other men watched and enjoyed the scene.
“Hey John,” said a man as they walked up to a padded table contraption.
The voice sounded familiar but, Greg’s attention was drawn to the boy strapped to the table.
“HHHghgh UUucghhc” he moaned through his gag.
The boy’s legs were raised up, spread and tied up to a bar over and behind his head in an open vee, opening his ass cheeks and exposing his asshole which was open and dripping with cum. His wrists were tied to the same bar. His nuts and nipples were also tied and clamped to a pulley overhead, stretching them straight up from his body. His head hung over the edge of the contraption and another man was thrusting a fat cock in and out of the boy’s mouth, slamming it into his throat and back again.
This was insane! The boy was Rich Harris and he was dating Greg’s daughter!
Greg was paralyzed, watching his daughter’s naked boyfriend being forced fucked in this gay crazy barn!
“Well, I’ll be fucked,” said the man who had greeted John. “Where the fuck did you pick up Greg Moran?”
Something like terror gripped Greg as he looked up at the familiar voice of his Pastor!
The Pastor was dressed in a leather vest and black leather chaps with his naked groin totally exposed. His large, hairy cock was long and thick. He had rings through his hairy chest nipples, and he paused from whipping the Rich’s hairless cock and asshole.
This couldn’t be happening. This was insane. Here was Greg Moran, a bound and gagged slave, watching his Pastor whip his daughter’s boyfriend, who was naked and tied… He began to black out…
Minnesota Bound: My Story — Richard Harris
I was still a virgin at 18 in my Senior year of high school when I finally managed to get into Diane Moran’s pants. We were the same age, in the same class, and had known each other for years. We grew up together not only in school but, at our church, and the Country Club.
We finally started dating when we were Juniors in high school. We went out to movies; hung out at each other’s houses; went to Country Club parties and dances; and were considered boyfriend and girlfriend but, except for those goodnight kisses, we really didn’t start making out until our Senior year.
And that was tough on me.
You see, I was already an massive pervert and was practically schizophrenic between wanting to be a nice, friendly boyfriend and ripping the clothes off of Diane and fucking the hell out of her!
I masturbated a lot. A lot.
The problem Avcılar travesti was that my oldest brother had a huge secret collection of porn novels that I stumbled across and… they ended up defining everything about how sex ought to come down.
It was an incredible panoply of sex – sex with women; sex with girls; sex with boys and girls; Dads and Moms with their sons and daughters; women tied up and whipped in dungeons; women getting fucked in their cunts; getting force fucked in their throats; getting fucked hard in the ass; boys fucking boys; sons getting it in the ass from their Dads; brothers fucking sisters; brothers fucking sisters and Dads and Moms and Aunts and Uncles and bananas and dildos and gear shifts and whatever…
I was masturbating to the Golden Age of the pornographic novel industry.
I would take a novel and go out into the fields or woods, get naked an jerk off.
If no one was home, I would sometimes get naked, coat my body with oil and masturbate, sometimes guiltily sliding my fingers into my asshole, wondering what it would be like to get fucked.
I experimented with different techniques of cumming. I started Not jerking off to see how much cum I could produce after abstaining. I got to the point where, lying on my back, I could rocket a fountain of cum to hit my face! With the right jerk off technique, I could cum for 30 seconds or more, pulsing and shooting spurt after spurt of thick white sperm; squeezing my cock; utterly losing my fucking mind… I was deeply ashamed of all of this, especially when I would lick up my own sperm from my lips but, I couldn’t stop. All I could do was hold off for a week or more until I had to jerk off again, drenching myself with my own jiz…
Meanwhile, by the time we were Seniors, Diane and I were established as “a couple” who were probably destined to be married eventually.
And, the thing is, I was pretty good looking and, a star on the swimming team. Which meant that there were times when my circumcised cock, which was 8″ hard (in my mind 9 or 10 inches) was outlined nicely in my speedo.
Which meant that there were a few girls who came onto me…
Which ultimately meant that if I didn’t fuck Diane, I was going to fuck someone! Which meant that I would sometimes get hard in my speedo if I wasn’t careful about my thoughts.
This was all crazy. I was a desperate pervert and had no one to talk to about it.
Diane was a beautiful girl, and we really did like each other. She was about 5′ 6″ tall, (I was 6 foot) and had a very cute body. Long straight, dirty blond hair, a round face with big hazel eyes and nice lips. Her breasts were pert and medium sized, just right on her thin, shapely body. She had nice hips and an ass that she wiggled when she wanted it to. Her clothing was classy and just sexy enough in out Conservative community to look great! She would wear dresses slit down the leg that were more enticing than miniskirts. She sometimes wore loose tops that made you look, wondering if she was naked underneath. She looked hot.
But, as I said, we had progressed very slowly until our Senior year when we started really making out. After countless times of passionate French kissing, exchanging tongues and really turning each other on, I finally started trying to get her bra off.
We had been dating so long that we were sometimes alone in each other’s houses and there is where I spent some time making out, rather clumsily pawing at her breasts and unsuccessfully trying to free them. She always resisted and I was always too chicken to force the issue so there were times when I would go to the bathroom and quickly jerk off just to not ruin our relationship by forcing her into something which was against our religion. But the hot porn scenarios were constantly in my head.
During one winter, our church youth group went on a retreat to another church out of state. All of us slept in that church’s large lounge common room in sleeping bags, boys and girls in the same room. Unfortunately, Diane couldn’t make it but, my sexual perversion fantasies still plagued me, surrounded by so many girls, some of which would probably be fuckable… I hadn’t jerked off for almost two weeks and, well…
While everyone else was sleeping, I got up around 2 AM and started wandering around in only my tighty whitey underwear, trying to find a spot to jerk off by myself other than the bathroom.
The church’s main sanctuary was dark when I walked in. I walked through the pews up past the choir stalls to the altar. I felt like such a pervert, dressed only in my underwear, and now my thick cock was hard, wanting to come out as I walked up behind the altar.
Everything was quiet and dim as I looked around and started massaging my hard fat dick through my underwear. Damn, I was fucking hot…
I finally stripped off my underwear and then committed the ultimate sacrilege. I removed the cross; the candle holders; the chalice and plate from Avcılar travestileri the altar, buck naked, hard as a rock, and took off the altar cover. I put it on the floor behind the alar and… laid down on it and started fantasizing about fucking Diane, stroking my hard cock… This was so fucking perverse, I loved it. I was squeezing my hard 8″ shaft, rubbing it slowly up and down, stimulating my sensitive cock head, even moaning a bit as I imagined raping Diane as she resisted….
“Richard Harris!”
My eyes opened, and I saw Dale Wycoff, another Senior classmate staring at me, illuminated only by the glow of the Eternal lamp.
Fuck!
I jumped up, facing her, but… she didn’t look angry or even embarrassed. She was staring at my hard on, my hand still on its thick girth.
Dale was dressed in an oversized button up shirt or pajama top, that barely reached the top of her thighs. She certainly wasn’t wearing a bra… I didn’t know whether she had panties on…
“Fuck!” I blurted out. “What are you doing here?”
She laughed and said, “What are You doing Richard?” still staring at my still hard cock.
Dale was a big girl who had a crush on me. I had also known her most of my life and we had dated a couple of times before I started going steady with Diane. I knew she really liked me but, she was pretty fat (healthy, very attractive freckled face, wavy black hair, smooth skin and 18 years old, but fat) and I never wanted to pursue her. Every so often, she attempted to pursue me. As she saw me naked and hard, standing in front of her, she managed to look both shocked and intrigued.
She stepped closer, right next to me and, looking up at my face now, she asked, “What are you doing, Rich?”
She was standing in front of me. My hard cock was touching her body.
“Ohhh…” I breathed, not moving, as my cock head, flowing with precum, got her shirt wet.
Then, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, just like this was some kind of movie or novel or, in my case, a porn novel! What could I do? I kissed her and her mouth instantly opened. I slipped my tongue inside and she responded with her tongue. Now, my hard cock pressed against her as I hugged her to me.
I was getting harder and hotter as we continued exchanging tongues. My hands were feeling her big ass through the fabric of her shirt, and I was practically humping her leg when she broke away and breathed, “What if someone comes in?”
I saw no chance of that, but I took her hand anyway and pulled her down to the altar covering on the floor.
“No one can see us here,” I breathed, sliding down the wall, facing the altar, my hand in hers.
My throbbing dick was wet and huge. She gave me a warm look and sat down beside me. I instantly started kissing her again, laying her down on altar covering. My mouth moved from her lips to her neck, licking her, nibbling at her throat. My hands were at her shirt’s front, at her breasts. She didn’t try to stop me. Oh man! After a couple of months of being denied by Diane, this was really hot!
I alternately fumbled with her buttons and massaged her large breasts, feeling her nipples come to life beneath the fabric, continuing to move my mouth from her throat to her lips to her tongue to her face. She was moving her chest in response to my roving hands, enjoying the attention. I unbuttoned each button and slipped my hand onto her naked flesh, exposing one huge breast. She didn’t stop me!
I cupped the hard nipple in my hand, a sensual electricity running from her breast down to my burning cock. I frantically unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and pushed it open. Her bare breasts were exposed in their young purity. I was in awe. With her shirt spread on the floor, she was naked except for her beige panties. Her fat body was flattened as she lay on the floor. Her smooth, white flesh was flawless. Her tummy was a virgin territory that rolled down to her belly button, a growth of black hair starting below it and increasing until it disappeared under her panties. She had magnificent breasts with large, dark nipples. They were huge and well rounded. They were wet dreams that stood straight up from her body, sagging not at all – they were incredible! I licked at her hard nipples, filling my mouth with her firm teats, wetting her aureoles with my saliva. My hands kneaded the fleshy sides of her tits, sliding over her pointy tips, back down to her shoulders, her shirt, her back. My heart was pounding, and my dick was throbbing as I felt her grasp it with her hot hands.
“Oh, yes Richard,” she murmured. “Oh yes Rich, that’s so nice. Oh, Rich, I love you.”
She sounded so hot and turned on. Her body writhed with mine as I rubbed my steel hard erection against her on the church floor, humping her hand and her leg. I continued to knead one massive breast with one hand, my mouth fastened on her other burning nipple. With the other hand, I moved down to her stomach, massaging her flesh, Travesti avcılar creeping toward her panties, our arms touching as she continued to fondle my hot meat while I felt the black curls of her hairy bush. I slid my hand into her panties. She moaned and she pushed her hot pussy against my hand. Oh God, I could feel the wetness at the top of her cunt. She was that wet. Her panties were wet against the back of my hand. The thought overwhelmed my senses and I felt myself being drawn farther into an inferno of lust.
Dale raised her hips, one hand still gripping my naked cock, as I pulled her panties down. She moaned as I covered her mouth with mine, slid my tongue in to mix my saliva with hers. My fingers continued to move through her thick cunt bush sliding into her wet, wet slit.
“Ohhhhh” she moaned as I shuddered, trying to pull her panties further down for her to open her legs to my questing hand.
I groaned with longing and went back to working on her tits, licking and sucking the huge mounds, massaging and squeezing them with one hand as the other ripped her panties down her fat legs, tearing them in my haste to spread her thighs. I started to move my body over her leg, rubbing my aching dick on her naked flesh.
She let go of my cock and started running her hands up my back and down to my ass, pulling me to her groin as I settled in between her legs, opening her oversize thighs to accommodate me. She moved her hips with mine, grinding our two naked crotches together, her juices now coating my hot meat. I could smell her now, her hot cunt smell permeating the altar area. I humped my hard pole on her wet pubis mound sliding up and down her vaginal lips. I rubbed my thick eight inches from her belly, all the way down her cunt crack, our pre fuck juices flowing copiously. I could feel her young flesh underneath mine, our naked bodies rubbing together. My mouth was on hers, my chest crushing her great tits. I felt her rigid nipples pressing into my bare flesh. The world was a sensation of mammoth breasts, vibrating nipples, tongues and wet cunt.
“Ohhh Rich, Rich, Rich, yes, yes, YES,” she cried out, grinding her hot cunt clit against my chafing cock, vibrating and squealing in orgasm.
I freed my ass from her hot embrace and tried to poke my large cock head into her virgin cunt.
She was still squealing with passion as I felt myself enter her liquid love tunnel…
“Stop this right now!!!” I heard a voice say from behind us!
I looked back in terror at Father Mac standing not three feet away from our naked writhing forms.
“Get off her Moran!” he demanded.
“Ohhhhh…” I exclaimed, halfway between crying and moaning, as I rolled off Dale, all the way over again, facing the floor on top of the altar cover, hiding my face and my soaking wet cock. This was so fucked.
“Get dressed Dale and go back to bed,” said Father Murray.
I just laid there, trying not to rub my hard unfulfilled cock against the altar cover as I heard Dale get up.
“I’m so sorry Father…” I heard her say as she put herself back together.
“We’ll talk tomorrow, young lady. Now Go to Bed!” he said.
No. no. no… I thought. This will destroy me… my relationship with Diane; my parents; her parents; everybody’s parents; the Country Club; and… the church.
This was so bad. I knew that most kids were “looser” than was our little community but, this was bad.
“Get up Moran,” said my pastor, “Right now.”
I rolled over and tried to stand up with one hand covering my still hard cock. Why the fuck was my cock still hard? I was so ashamed.
“You were fucking her on the altar cover?!!” said Father Mac. “That’s not nice.”
“I didn’t… uh… fuck her,” I protested, now looking at my Pastor.
He just said “fucking.” That was strange. And he didn’t seem all that angry. That was also strange.
“Let’s pick this up and put it back on the altar and hope no one notices that it was wet with Dale’s cunt juices,” said my Pastor as he bent down to pick up the tapestry covering, nodding his head that I should pick up the other side.
This was getting weirder and weirder. First, he also said “cunt juices” which were still permeating the air. Next, he seemed to accept that I was naked and hard (although I was getting less so as we adjusted the altar cover).
“Okay, my boy, up you go. Sit on the altar.” said Father Mac.
What? What? I was totally confused as he helped lift me up and sat me on the altar.
Damn! He stood in front of me. “Now Richard,” he said as he put his hands on my knees and spread them a little farther apart just, “What you and Dale were doing here is very dangerous. What if she got pregnant?”
My half-mast cock started stirring again while Father Moran lectured me. If felt like he was caressing the inside of my thighs as he looked straight into my eyes.
“I know you young fellows are horny all the time and don’t think about these things,” he said, griping my thighs and spreading them still farther apart.
My mouth opened as I stared into his eyes, my cock fully hard again! What was he doing? Why…
“You think with your cock. Every time it gets hard, all the blood leaves your brain and all you want to do is fuck. Well, we can’t have that.”
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