My experience as promised
This is a true sharing about my one true love and the complicated web we spun. It took place during the 80’s. Ren (“Ren and Stimpy” cartoons – I was Stimpy) was a funny person/would be comic with many comedy club appearances. Ren was unceremoniously thrown out of his parent’s house and found a safe place living with me. Actually, his father happened to be my boss but Dad was so pussy whipped he couldn’t see further than his own dick could reach.
Being bi-polar with manic-depressive disorder, Ren had issues but his over-whelming charm made them easy to overlook and/or forgive. Besides being a charmer, he was a writer, a radio announcer with a beautiful voice, artistic, an exhibitionist, highly creative, and all of his women admirers loved his “boyish qualities”. Ren was not only straight: he was compulsive when it came to sex, smoking, drinking, and on rare occasions a controlled substance. He had a long string of girlfriends who were grateful and willing to share his sexual proclivities and highly valued bedroom talents. He was slender with a minimum of muscle definition so valued today. He had little upper body hair contrasted by a hairy bush that, from time to time, was minimally trimmed up for neatness. He did possess gorgeous hairy legs and had a beautiful slightly-hairy round butt as well. Ren was well hung, just not to the enormous extent
Diesal falls in. Charm can go a long, long way and Ren had cornered the market.
Ren lived with me on and off for some 17 years even though he had his own place. He had night terrors while sleeping and he said he felt safest sleeping here in my house. At the time his regular girl was a woman married to a gay guy for some 15+ years. Ren especially liked older women a lot and I would tease him that, try as I may, finding granny porn to share with him was really a hard task to accomplish. Her husband knew Ren was screwing his wife but her husband had his own outside sexual interests.
When Ren would come home after drinking, he would often encourage me to play a drinking game, named “quarters”. We would empty at least two-to-three six-packs of beer thumping a quarter into a cup all the while making dirty jokes and laughing a lot. Ren knew my sexual orientation and he would enjoy teasing me by having the both of us lose one article of clothing at a time. He was fair minded to allow anything removable as one article of clothing in the event one of us started playing in just a few articles of clothing. When he got down to his underwear, Ren would allow and sometimes encourage me to feel him up.
At other times periodically over the many years (as an act of kindness and generosity), Ren would prominently leave his cum stained underwear for me to find and later inhale in my most private moments. Once in a blue moon, we had special request night. Like SuperMan entering a phone booth, Ren would willingly step into the bathroom and close the door to jack off. Then, Ren would proudly present me with his latest creations for my senses full enjoyment. What a fragrant, momentarily warm treat!
However, one night we were really hammered and I asked Ren if I could give him a blow job. Finally, he agreed and we began with some passionate kissing. I really loved kissing his neck just below his ear. This was such a major turn on for me. Then we moved into my bedroom and Ren got a little paranoid momentarily. Since my apartment was on the first floor, he insisted he personally check the window blinds and curtains making sure they were completely closed and dim the lighting slightly before the actual fun started. Furthermore, being that this was his first time with a guy, I had to swear to complete and total secrecy. Years later, this is my first time actually sharing these related events in a somewhat open way. Ren is his aka moniker.
Ren always had often described his dickhead as the proverbial “german helmet”. True to form it was as described--flared head and all minus the nazi insignia, thank God! Ren’s helmet was attached to a beautifully upward-curved, thick, and slightly veiny shaft. His manly head was adorned with a rather oversized gaping piss hole that glistened with pre-cum greeting me before the festivities actually began. Needless to say, I was immediately smittened once my mouth fully embraced his manly meat. It was not the biggest I have ever had but, by far, it was the best I ever experienced. He proceeded to fuck my mouth with gusto while lovingly caressing the back of my head. Prior to this during phone conversations, Ren had frequently bragged about the distance his cumshots traveled when jacking off. They would usually land above his nipples and frequently on his chin or ear. This meant as a “shooter”, he qualified for the frequently flyer card. While not personally possessing the best sucking skills, it took some time and effort for me before things really heated up to the necessary fevered pitch. However, when it arrived, Ren succeeded in firing off the hardest felt cumshot the back of my mouth has ever experienced. For the moment I was stunned and convinced a new hole had been bored out in my mouth as a result. I could only imagine the facial expression of my dentist on my next office visit. As it concluded, there would be no "bonus round" that night. None was needed. We drifted off to sleep together.
The point of this long description is that this very special moment on impact, similar to our landing on the moon, flooded my entire body with a sensation of LOVE like nothing else I had ever experienced. My whole being was engulfed in this warm feeling of complete love! Simply put, this moment will remain permanently engraved in my memory for the rest of my life.
Written from the Heart and Respectfully Yours,
Cumrag27, aka Ragg also Stimpy
I have a experience but it's a little backwards because I am a woman and he was a gay man. I use to work at a gay bar and I would hang out with a lot of the gay guys when closing time happened. I found I was attracted to this one guy name "chris" I thought no way could this guy be gay. Before this I was really only exposed to effeminate males so he was a dream. He was a laid back kind of guy that really just like to hang out. We started to become bff's over the summer of my 18th birthday. I was in the bar underage and he was barely 21. He would wait for me to get done closing down and cleaning up the bar then we would be off in his Camero to do whatever we could come up with at 3 in the morning. My mother kept bugging me and saying was I sure that he was really gay or did he just have the hots for me and I was blind to it. I had seen him make out with guys and heck I knew of a few times boys coming back to his house and I wouldn't hear from him till late the next day.
involving seducing str8 buddies, I'd sure as shit love to read them. Thanks.
