More to come...

You may have noticed quite a few blog posts missing. I’m sorry to say that due to some technical difficulties a while back, several posts were inadvertently deleted and I have no back-ups to repost them. How that happened is a long boring story for another time, what is important is to mention that I am still here, this blog is not abandoned or shutting down. I will be rewriting the stories from my past that got lost yet again, at some point, peppering in untold stories along the way. Also, I am working on bringing in guest bloggers. I’ve made a friend or two in the blogging community, so of which are brilliant writers who I am sure have wonderful sex stories to share. Others work in adult entertainment fields and are itching to show off their writing talents and/or share a steamy story with their fans. As for posts you can expect from me, here are a few brief bits on what I have in the front of my mind to share:

Quick Delivery: A girl we’ll call Sunshine shares a few fantasies with me while texting, which I quickly help her act out.

Love in an Elevator: The title says it all. I did what has crossed all of our minds at one point or another, I had sex in a public elevator… At a hospital.

Lights Out: A storm knocked out power, and we kept entertained in the dark, but not at home.

The Screamer: It was a one night stand, or so I thought.

The Screamer Returns: Way different circumstances the second time.

A Good Fit: If every trip to the mall meant a fun time in the dressing room, us guys would go more often.

Just Bricks in the Wall: I did indeed manage to defile a piece of history. I had sex (briefly) against a piece of the Berlin wall.

That’s a few stories I’d like to share. There are of course more, and who knows when something new will happen to share. In the meantime, thanks for your patience and I’m looking forward to entertaining you all some more with my sexcapades and the wonderful guest bloggers we’ll soon have.

The bitter taste of karma.

Six or seven months ago I was at this great bar with a friend. I've mentioned this friend before, Shorthorn as we're calling him, was the friend who missed out the day I enjoyed the company of Joan of Arkansas and her "sister" Cherry. Shorthorn and I were living together at the time and had made our way to one of our favorite spots, a bar that features live music from a house band, interspersed with karaoke & girls dancing on the bar and table tops. Not to mention one liter beers that make you feel like Thor when you drink from them. The night was meant to be low-key and short. I had slept very little the prior three nights and was running on energy shots. Shorthorn had been buying drinks all night for a lovely pair of young ladies who had complimented our drunken rendition of Cee-Lo Green's "Fuck You", and the two had been sticking with us for most of night. Shorthorn was remaining neutral, feeling out which girl was into him before focusing his efforts on just one. We'll call the girls Thelma and Louise (because I am not feeling very creative right now). Thelma made Shorthorn's choice an easy one. While I was wrapping up a joke that wasn't all that funny, she laughed, put her arms around me buried her head in my shoulder, rubbed my back and pressed against me and said "You're so funny, I like you." To top it off, she proceeded to tell Shorthorn that Louise was not the "dating type", but was a total freak and that Louise thought Shorthorn was cute. The decision had been made.

As the night went on, things took a turn. Thelma and I had remained cozy in a booth, while Shorthorn & Louise roamed the bar, did a duet, and talked with other groups of people. Before long, last call had approached and I stepped outside to take a phone call from Cherry, who I have continued to see since our first encounter whenever we are in the same area. When I came back in, Louise had gone missing and Shorthorn was flirting rather hardcore with Thelma. It turns out that Louise had bumped into her ex, who I suppose she found to be a more reliable lay that night than Shorthorn, and Shorthorn was attempting to take Thelma home instead, so that his money spent on these girls would not be a waste (because yes, that IS how Shorthorn thinks and operates.) I chose not to be mad at this snaky move to scoop in and leave me empty handed, because I was ready to go home and sleep a little bit before work, and I knew Cherry would be around the next afternoon. Thelma however returned to my side when I sat back down. Shorthorn not yet ready to concede defeat invited her back to our place to continue drinking, to which she quickly agreed. I was beginning to realize I wasn't going to get much sleep this night. 

I headed out to the parking lot, fully prepared to let Shorthorn take the reins with Thelma, so that I may get some sleep. I offered to take his car and let him ride with her, but she objected, saying we were all going to the same place, and she wanted me to finish telling her a story I had started in the bar. Shorthorn tried handing me his keys multiple times, but reluctantly drove himself home. I thought we would follow right behind him, but we didn't. We pulled up to a house that she said belonged to Louise and rolled into the garage. She made a few phone calls to her, all in vain, and turned the car off. Her next move wasn't tactful at all, but I am a guy so I don't suppose it needed to be. Thelma took off her seatbelt and said "I'm giving you a blowjob." I didn't argue. Allow me to get sidetracked for just one minute and say this: To any guy reading this, Why is it that when a girl does something that you know she learned from porn, it's instantly very hot that she did it, or hilariously funny? Like "Wow, she actually did it." And a ladies, what makes it funnier is when you act like you do some of these things for your own enjoyment. Maybe it’s because I am a guy, but I don’t see how you can think it’s hot when we shoot a load all over your face, for example. Sure, I like when you let me do it, but it’s just that, you’re letting me do it. That’s not what this girl did though, she did something else I found to be unexplainably funny. She sat up, with every drop of my sticky warm baby gravy still in her mouth and swirled it around, scooped it up in her tongue like a bowl, showed it to me, spit some out onto her lips and chin, and finally licked it all back up and swallowed. I’ve seen it in porn, but this was the first real life application I’d seen of this particular practice. The best part of the story is still to come though, no pun intended. 

So we get back to the apartment and Shorthorn has music playing, a case of beer in the fridge, and is sitting on the couch having a drink when we walk in. I quietly debate with myself if I could go pass out in my car and be able to sleep before the fast approaching morning comes. I know it’s not an option though. My course of action will now be to have a drink or two and pull Shorthorn aside and tell him what took us so long so that he’ll quit trying to get into her pants and let her leave. Before I open drink number one, I get a text from Cherry asking what I am doing. I reply back that I am going to sleep because I have work early. Two drinks later I’ve still yet to get Shorthorn away from Thelma. The two of them however have taken multiple cigarette breaks on the balcony. Since I don’t smoke, I used the time to clean up bits of the mess we are making and to text Cherry, who has been texting me, despite my claim of being in bed and needing sleep. Out of the window I see Shorthorn edging closer and closer to Thelma, still trying to stake his claim as though I was even attempting to compete. I step outside and Thelma puts her arms around me and goes for a kiss, but I back away. Mostly because of the cigarette breathe, and my disdain of putting my tongue anywhere that taste like ashes, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t resurface the image of her swirling around that sticky mouth full less than an hour ago. She looked offended, but I turned my head and faked a hard cough and walked back inside mumbling something about how the cigarette smoke must be choking me. I come inside to find I have a missed call and a voicemail from Cherry. The voicemail informs me that Cherry is on her way over “to cuddle”.

It was an unexpected call, because Cherry as you may know isn’t from the same city as me, and wasn’t supposed to be in town until the next night. I walk outside to call her back and ask her to wait until tomorrow. Luckily for me, she couldn’t come over anyway, for whatever reason to do with her step-mom’s car or some excuse of the sort. I took a breath of relief and talked for a little bit before walking back inside. As I walk in I see Thelma and Shorthorn in the midst of a very sloppy wet make out session. My mind goes right back to the image of her swirling her tongue in that very same manor earlier. I laugh, I thought I laughed to myself, but I had indeed laughed out loud and it got their attention. They both look up at me and Thelma springs to her feet and says “I should get home, it’s late”. Shorthorn offers to walk her out and she declines. On her way out she yells “Call me”! We close up and I tell Shorthorn that I am going to bed. Shorthorn gets a smug look on his face. I could tell he felt as though he won some sort of contest, like he now had something over me. Shorthorn is a very ego driven person. The conversation went like this:

Shorthorn:  Sorry bro, but she was playing us both, and you weren’t making a move.

Me:  Dude I’m tired and I only have 3 hours to sleep.

Shorthorn:  Are you mad?

Me: I’m tired.

Shorthorn: She tasted like cigarettes and sweat dude, you didn’t miss anything.

Me: Sweat?

Shorthorn: Yeah, like kind of salty but bitter. You shouldn’t be mad.

Me: (Thinking to myself: My cum tastes salty & bitter?) (I laugh out loud) I’m not mad dude, I’m going to sleep.

Rug burns and realty.

Often times in sitcoms, raunchy comedy movies, and of course porn we see situations unfold in front of a character that makes us laugh and sarcastically say “Yeah right, because people REALLY act like that in real life”.  Sometimes those situations do happen, but never in an as over-the-top manor as in the movie. Today I had a situation play out in such a way that I felt like the target on an episode of Punk’d. I am currently in the process of apartment/house shopping and I found myself this morning in a real estate office picking up keys to go view a potential house. This is where I met Hannah. Hannah does not get an alias, it’s her real name (as far as I know) but since I don’t know her or any of the same people as her I have no reason to guard her identity. While the receptionist at the realtor’s office was looking for the keys to the places I wanted to check out, Hannah walked in fumbling her cell phone, purse, and a mess of keys and dropped everything on the counter.

Hannah: I drove all over and I can’t find this place, can you tell me how to get there?

Receptionist: I will see if I can find it, let me finish getting this gentleman his keys.

Me: Which properties are you looking at? I’ve been to a few already.

Hannah: These four right here. (She pointed out the places on the rental list)

Me: I am going to two of those myself. I know where the others are though, I used to live nearby them.

Hannah: Seriously?! Is it hidden underground or is there a secret passage somewhere? I can’t find them and my GPS sucks.

Me: If you’d like you can follow me and I’ll take you right to it.

Hannah: That’d be amazing! Where else are you looking? Maybe we could just carpool?

Hannah and I compared our lists and places we had looked already and what we did and didn’t like about them and after the office squared away what they needed too we headed on our way, both riding in my car. She looked at the radio station and over-enthusiastically said “Yes! You listen to rock!” So she cranks up the radio and sings along with a song or two, fully rocking an air guitar. Then Freebird came on. That is when the crazy started to really show. She proceeded to tell me a story about her mom. Not just any story mind you, but the story of how her mom wrote the guitar lead to Freebird while hanging out with Jimmi Hendrix and dropping acid.  The story as she told it goes like this. Hannah’s mom was sitting in the living area of a hotel suite dropping acid with Hendrix and smoking a joint when a man walked out of the bedroom that had just been ripped off by a hooker. Hannah’s mom was riffing on the guitar and wrote the guitar solo to Freebird. The man was jealous of how well Hannah’s mom played the guitar, so he took it from her and beat her with it right in front of Jimmi Hendrix who was in a purple haze apparently because he sat by stared off into space. The man sold the song he stole (and obviously remembered after hearing it one time by ear) to Johnny Van Zant who turned it into the song we all know today as Freebird. Janis Joplin caught this all on video from an outside window. Hannah supposedly watched the video, which has since mysteriously disappeared. I promise you that this girl had the straightest face and utmost amount of seriousness while telling me this story. She truly believed every word of it. There was legit pain in her eyes while talking about her mom getting beaten with the guitar. I kept my eyes on the road so that I wouldn’t look at her and burst out laughing at the absurdity of the story.

So we get to the first place and go in to look around and Hannah walks straight into the bedroom and starts dancing. So I follow behind and stand in the doorway.

Me: Are you planning on putting a bed in here? Or just keeping the dance floor?

Hannah: I do all my best dancing in the bedroom.

Me: Where do you do your worst dancing?

Hannah: Wal-Mart…

Hannah: (Stops dancing and makes a pouty face) This house doesn’t work for me, it’s not cozy.

I agreed. The house felt cold and unwelcoming. So we moved on to the next place down the road. Hannah walked in and instantly laid down on the carpet and started mimicking the motion for snow angels.

Hannah: This is much more comfortable feeling. Come down here.

Me: Carpet does make the place feel more cozy. (I lay down and put my hands under my head)

Hannah: It’s really weird isn’t it?

Me: You mean that stain on the roof?

Hannah: No, it’s weird that they just give you the keys to these places for a whole 24 hours, like seriously we could camp out here tonight free of charge.

Me: I’m sure people come to maintain the properties, not to mention other people who come and view them; they have multiple sets of keys.

Hannah: What if we were in here having sex?

Me: We’d be getting rug burn.

Hannah: No, like, what if people were just coming to this place to get keys to a free room to have sex in. Sure beats paying for a hotel.

Me:  Sounds like a lot of work, but I’ve never been the type to bring a girl to a hotel room anyway.

Hannah: Hotel rooms are boring. But something like this is exciting. Don’t you just want to defile a place like this and then bring the keys back like nothing ever happened?

Me: I can’t say it crossed my mind until you brought it up.

Hannah: But it’s on your mind now. You want to do it now, because it sounds hot.

Me: Aside from the rug burn it doesn’t sound too bad.

Hannah: Do you want to? Like, right now?

Me: Are you fucking with me?

Hannah: No way, it’s way too hot of an experience to pass up.

Me: I’m all about having a good story to tell.

Hannah: Do you have a condom?

Me: In the car.

Hannah: I can be naked by the time you come back in.

I walked out to my car almost in disbelief. Hannah got in my car less than ten minutes after we had met. It had only been twenty or thirty minutes since then and Hannah was nuding up for a mid-day sex romp in a vacant house. I’d like to think that Hannah was a perfectly normal girl with an adventurous side just like myself, acting purely impulse and the desire to make a fun memory; but after her Freebird story I had to question if she just wasn’t slightly off her rocker. I got a condom from the car and walked back in, convincing myself that her eccentric actions and storytelling were just her way of having fun and fucking with me. Hannah wasn’t in the living room, but her clothes were. I walked into the master bedroom to find Hannah completely naked laying on the floor in snow angel form again.

Hannah: Yay a condom! Can I ask you something?

Me:  You’re a bit hard to say no to at the moment.

Hannah: You ever want to try stuff but you’re afraid of what the other person will think?

Me: Yeah, but I usually just ask anyway, worst they can do is say no.

Hannah: (standing up) I want you to cum on my face.

Me: I can do that.

Hannah: and I want to put the condom on you, but you can’t watch me do it.

Me: Ok?

Hannah: and I want you to tell me how this feels…

Hannah stepped close to me as though she were going to kiss me, and then licked and nibbled on my ear for a moment. It felt good in its own sexy way, but nothing too special. She stepped back and looked for a reaction.

Hannah: I want to eat a pussy one day, and that’s the way I’m going to do it.

Me: You’ve got a nice method; you need me to hook you up with some girls that swing that way?

Hannah: Oh no, I’m going to need to be drunk for that. Plus you and I won’t be seeing each other again after today.

Me: So we’re not exchanging numbers I guess?

Hannah: That would take all of the fun out of this.

Hannah dropped down to her knees and unbuttoned my pants. I guess she was tired of talking. She pulled my pants and boxers down and waited for me to step out of them, then looked up at me for a second before taking it into her mouth. She stopped almost as fast as she started and said “We’ll get back to that later, where is the condom?” I handed it over and she instructed me to close my eyes. I obliged. Hannah slid the condom on using her mouth, and then looked to me for a nod of approval, which she got. Sex with Hannah was like participating in porn. Instead of rolling from one position into another or moving into the next position on impulse, Hannah had it all planned out. We would go for a couple of minutes one way before she would stop and say “Ok, now let’s try it this way”. It was obvious that Hannah had these ideas brewing in her head for a while and had so far been unable or unwilling to give them a shot. After trying a few minutes in several positions that I don’t know names of we settled into a nice rhythm with her laying on her side and me on kneeling over one of her legs and her other leg up against my shoulder. This position seemed to drive her nuts, because while she moaned a bit in most other positions, she was moaning loudly for this one and began to cum after only 2 minutes of it. She caught her breathe and asked “Are you ready to cum on my face?” I told her I wasn’t ready yet and wanted to try something first. I commented on her flexibility and then had her lay on her back and pushed her legs back until her knees were touching her shoulders. We went at it at this position and I couldn’t help but look down and watch. This position was really doing it for me, I was getting close to cumming after just a minute or so. It worked well for her too, because just as I got ready to stop I could feel her quivering a bit and I pushed on until she began to cum again, still hesitant, trying not to finish too early before I could give her the finish she asked for, the finish that I was dying to give her myself. I laid back and caught my breathe, as did she. The toll of the different positions was reminiscent of working on all the different equipment at the gym in a short time. She sat up and looked at me and said “Now are you ready to cum on my face?” I took the condom off and tossed it aside and told her she could start working towards it. She laid on her stomach and said “Ok, but when we’re getting close you have to stand up for it”. She went straight into the blowjob, and even it felt more like porno than a typical blowjob. I stood up as promised towards the end and gave her what she had been asking for. I don’t know if she expected it to be glamorous or sexy or what her expectations were, but she got worst case scenario. Some shot up her nose, some pooled up over her closed eyes, some got in her hair, and the rest dripped off her cheeks and chin onto her chest. It was truly one of the larger shots I’ve shot. To top it off we hadn’t thought about the lack of towels and tissue paper. I went out to the car and got some fast food napkins while Hannah lied naked on the floor covered in cum.

I walked back in and handed Hannah the napkins.

Hannah: I have no dignity in this moment.

Me: Any regrets?

Hannah: None of those either.

Me: Was it everything you expected it to be?

Hannah: Sort of, it was really warm when it hit my face.

We continued looking at the last couple of houses after that as though we were the polite strangers that we were merely hours before. We joked and laughed, and while she shared a couple more stories they seemed less insane than her story about her mom. We got back to the realty office and turned in our keys and I walked Hannah back out to her car.

Me: So that’s that right? No attempts to see each other again?

Hannah: God no. “I had hot dirty sex on the floor of an empty house with a complete stranger” sounds better than “I met this new guy today and we fucked like an hour later, but we’re going to hang out again as soon as this rug burn heals”

Me: I’m just going to tell my friends I had some help picking out a place today. It was dirty work, but we really got down and pounded out the details. The whole process really brought you to your knees, but once we got there I could see the excitement all over your face.

Hannah: You think you’re funny huh?

Me: I think you think I’m funny.

Hannah: On that note, I am going to go. I had fun house hunting with you today.

Me: Hey Hannah? The story about your mom…

Hannah: True story.

Massages and Misdemeanors

I apologize for my prolonged absence. Without filling you in on an excruciatingly long story, I can tell you simply that I had a small crisis that resulted in an injury and some setbacks. This has kept me busy preoccupied enough that blogging wasn’t an easy thing to do.  While I have not yet fully recovered, I am back and here to entertain you with the dirty little stories of my sexual conquests. So today I come back with a tale of a sexual adventure that wasn’t entirely within the realm of the law.

Three days before this particular night, I had just moved out of an apartment that my best friend Cane and I had been in slightly over a year. I was now living with my little brother who had just turned 18. The two of us were out running some errands when we ran into Peggy.  Peggy of course isn’t her real name, but we’ll call her that because she is married with children. Peggy has a farmer's daughter type of body, blonde hair and a freckled face. Though she is in her mid twenties she dresses in the same clothes you'd see teenage girls in the mall wearing. I met Peggy when she was dating Cane’s older brother when I was about 16. Her and I shared a lot of blatant flirtation over the years but never acted on it over the years as neither of us was ever available at the same time. She had recently moved north and with a few states and a wedding ring on her finger separating us, I wasn’t expecting to run into her ever so casually at the gas station. She ran up to me excitedly with a tackle of a hug. She quickly said three things that let me know where my night was heading.  Number one, her and her husband had separated, she flashed the bare hand where her ring should be. Two, She was back in town for the weekend for a family situation but was leaving again on Sunday. Three, She had no plans for the night. After Peggy gave me her new number she made her escape with her family in tow and made me promise to call her. My brother gave me a smirk of approval followed by some inappropriate comments on how good Peggy was looking. I didn’t have to say a word and he knew that he and I would not be hanging out later tonight.

I picked Peggy up that night with no idea of what we would go do. When I asked her what she had in mind her answer was simple: “Somewhere with beer and music”. So I took her to a small little bar we spent a lot of time in during our younger days. We drank, we listened to music, we shot pool, and we laughed. We made a bet on the pool game that the loser had to give the winner a massage. She cheated (openly) and declared herself the winner. Somewhere along the way we decided that our next destination would be to go swimming, the problem was we had no pool. I got the brilliant idea finally to go to grab a case of beer and head to my old apartment complex, where the pool was always open despite its multiple signs stating that it was locked promptly at 10pm every night. We walked into the gate at around 2am and not only was it unlocked, we weren’t alone. A young couple sat in their bathing suits poolside, flirting with the water almost as much as they flirted with one another. I gave them a nod, offered them a beer and made our quick peace with them. This is when we realized that we didn’t bring bathing suits of our own. It wasn’t a problem. Between the alcohol and darkness we had no inhabitations with stripping down. The couple in the pool was hardly aware of our presence with the amount of focus they had on each other. We dove in and quietly splashed around for a bit. Finally we settled down and found ourselves nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes but not speaking. If it were a movie, this is where you’d expect the kiss; before I could act on it though she smiled and playfully fell back as though she were going to float away from me. I grabbed her legs and pulled her back to me, with a leg on each side of me. She wrapped her legs around me and I pulled her shoulders back up to me, nose to nose again and didn’t hesitate. The kiss was intense, and it only took a minute before we realized this was going to go further than we should be taking it in the pool, especially with an audience. I pried myself away from her for a moment, thinking of how far we had driven to get to the pool. Driving back to the house wasn’t an option without killing the mood. The car perhaps? No, I needed room to let out a few years of built up anticipation. Then it hit me, my old apartment. We were already there; we just needed to go inside. I still had a copy of the key, so as long as nobody had moved in yet, it was ours.

I grabbed a blanket and our towels from the trunk of my car and into the apartment we went. The electric worked, as did the water. I quietly closed and locked the door behind us and threw the blanket down on the floor. I looked back at Peggy standing dripping wet in her bra and a thong, both of which were white and all but transparent at this point. She unsnapped her bra and threw it down as she laid face down on the blanket as she reminded me that I owe her a massage. I kneeled down and strattled her legs, leaning forward to massage her shoulders, arms, neck, back, and kept moving down. As I brought my fingertips down her hips I hooked her thong as I moved down, pulling it off as I moved down her legs. I tossed it aside and started at her lower back and continued the massage. Peggy mumbled something and I leaned forward to hear her better, effectively pressing myself against her naked body in the process and asked what she said.  “Your boxers are cold” she said with a slight bit of alarm. I laugh, sit up, and strip my boxers off.

The massage never continued. We were naked, wet, & drunk and we didn’t waste any more time. We started off with her face down, just as she had been for the massage. I think the idea of me slipping into her from that position had been In her mind from the second I climbed on top of her for the massage. From there we rolled around in a naked tangled mess, getting lost in the blanket before shedding it completely and earning a bit of rub burn before experimenting a bit on the balcony out back. The balcony was a rush. I was no stranger to having sex outdoors, but never before had myself and a girl been outside completely naked and in the open. Even inside the sex seemed to feel a bit public because the apartment had no blinds or curtains of any kind. Being in an apartment with no furniture added its own level of fun. Throughout the night we made use of the kitchen counters, bathroom counters, glass stovetops, and washer and dryer. After a couple rounds of making sure we had sex in every room (closets included) we stopped and threw our clothes in the dryer, minus one of my socks that we used as a drain stop to fill up a warm bath. We huddled into the warm bath together, and passed out in the tub. I woke up periodically and turned on the hot water to keep us warm before passing back out. Finally we sobered up and pulled our waterlogged selves out of the tub. I turned on the shower to warm us back up and left Peggy to enjoy the water while I grabbed out clothes from the dryer. We got dressed and headed back to my place to sleep.

I woke up the next morning in every guy’s favorite way to wake up. Peggy was kind enough to wake me with a blowjob, which instantly assured me that there was no sober regret for our drunken actions the night before. She finished up just in time, because as soon as she finished and laid back down next to me my little brother walked in, completely oblivious that I even came home that night. I pulled the blankets over Peggy, who was still topless. My brother jumped at the site of us, and then smiled approvingly when he realized what was going on. I asked him what he needed and he simply grabbed a towel from my bathroom and walked back out. I tried talking Peggy into sticking around and staying in the bed with me all day, but she had packing to do and kids to go home to. I drove her home and she gave me a kiss goodbye, agreeing to visit me again next time she was in town. That was that. Except for the phone call I got from my old apartment later that day asking me to return any copies I had made of the keys. I can’t help but assume they heard about my unlawful use of the old place somehow.

The Happiest Place on Earth

Where is the craziest place you ever had sex? It’s a question we all get asked at some point. Some of us know our response without hesitation, some of us have to think about it for a moment and narrow down our choices, and some of us don’t have anything more exciting than the shower or living room. It has likely become obvious from my blog posts that my sexcapades have a knack for being in interesting locations. My craziest place might be the first crazy place I ever tried. Having sex in public places is kind of a turn on to me, and I believe it all started back on a high school field trip with a girl we’ll call Eve. Eve and I had cashed in our v-cards on each other a little over a year before (which is a funny story for another day) and at the time she was the only girl I had ever slept with. Being as young as we were, we rarely got the unsupervised alone time we wanted unless we skipped school or one of us had a parent out of town. Then one day one of our teachers got approval for a field trip to Disney world.

Now I could share with you the details of how the trip happened, but I am going to give you the cliff notes and get you to the part of the story where things get interesting. Eve paid for the field trip and got her permission slip in on time, I did not. My dad instead took me to Disney that same day, only with park hopping tickets and no school escort. I met up with Eve and the two of us managed to talk a chaperone into letting us ride one of the rides alone since nobody was in line but a small group from our school and there was no reason to sit more than two people to a car. We found ourselves alone on a ride that I never learned the name of, that circles around on a sky track through “Tomorrow land” cutting in and out of the various buildings in that area of the park. I even have a visual for you. The red line is the track that the ride took.

So the ride takes off, moving at the same slow pace that it would keep for the entire ride. Literally being a horny teenager, I reached instantly between her legs and slid my fingers up her skirt. She pushed my hand away, much to my disappointment. Then the car went indoors and suddenly Eve was no longer sitting next to me, she was standing up, pulling her panties off. I wasted no time unzipping my pants. She hiked up her skirt and climbed on top of me and started riding me like it was a race.  Suddenly we were outside. Eve stopped in a moment of panic and fell frantically back into the seat opposite of us. We looked around, noticing that nobody could see us very well from below and that nobody was in sight up high with us. She came back over to me and climbed back on top, only this time she faced away from me, reverse cowgirl style. This started as we went back into another building and continued all the way back outside and around a very long outdoor stretch. Then we saw the trolley that had all of the cars our class was on as it exited Space Mountain while we approached. Eve stopped moving but stayed on top of me with my cock still throbbing inside of her. As far as anyone was concerned she was just sitting on my lap. We turned into Space Mountain and I sat up, pushing her forward just enough to give me control. Eve leaned forward and I gave her all I had until we emerged back into the sunlight. We went back to the appearance that she was sitting on my lap.

Eve kept grinding, trying to get as much movement as possible without making anything obvious, though nobody was in view on the tracks with us and nobody below could see anything from their angle. We came up to the last building and we could see our class mates getting off the ride to our left right before we went in. As soon as it went dark Eve began bouncing up and down even more wildly than before. It was hard to tell whether she was desperate to get herself off in time, or trying to finish the job for me, but whichever she was attempting it appeared to be working. I felt myself getting close and I let her know it was about to happen. That’s when it became obvious that she was working on me and not herself, because without any hesitation for her own pleasure, she pulled up off of me and sat in the seat across from me and took my cock into her mouth so fast I hardly felt as though I ever ceased to be inside of her. Typically this would be followed by one to five minutes of blowjob before I popped, but this time was different. This time it was almost instant. She held still, waiting to make sure I was all done before making that oh so loved slurping noise as she brought her head up, swallowed, and smiled with an empty mouth. She picked her panties up off the floor and wiped her mouth and my dick both clean and stuff them into my pocket and laughed. By the time we hit the exit we were all clean and my heart was racing. I realized it wasn’t from the sex; I had sat still for the majority of it. My heart was racing because of adrenaline; I liked the rush I got from having just had sex outside around thousands of people without getting caught. I liked public sex.

Once we got off of the ride I took her panties out of my pocket and threw them away and smiled to myself at the fact that she was going to be walking around Disney all day with a skirt and no panties. Up until lunch when we had to separate, I stayed with her and her group and made sure to play with her pussy every chance that I could. This all happened twelve years ago, so I can’t fill you in on any witty comments I made or even promise you that there were any. It was a far cry from the best sex I ever had, in fact if I made a top 100 list it wouldn’t be on the list in quality of the sex. It would however be number one in craziest places I think. It was a rare combination of solitude on the ride, a lack of restraints, and total willingness from both people involved. It also didn’t hurt that we never considered the possibility of a camera being on the ride. I’m sure some pervert out there has an underage Disney ride sex tape floating around from 1999. Speaking of sex tapes, I have a good story about making one or two of them. While I try to decide what I want to write about next, I’d like to hear from you all either in the comments or on Twitter about the craziest places YOU ever had sex.