thing7's blog post - Hosing Down The Subject

I could only sleep when I was supposed to be awake, so I saw a lot in the dark.

I came back to sunlit hours, but Night Man and Woman are still Out There.

It was hot. Late. Had to have a fan in the window, so had to have the shades up. Had to have light, in order to read or handle the music.

We were young and strong, lean. She had naural definition of her abs and triceps! She broke the boys' record for the obstacle course at her high school. So outraged the captain of the football team, he asked for a chance at her in a match race. She not only beat him, but he injured his knee trying desperately to catch her at the end.

She got wetter than any female I had ever touched between the legs. She would get so aroused, her eyes would cross like a cat's will do when they are full of desire. Her pussy was literally hot, as if she had a lethal fever, but only between her legs. She was a very good girl. The best. People thought she was Untouchable, unreachable. The first time she spread for me to see, she had to cover her face with her hands.

The first time she sucked for me, she went down on her own, licking my balls and further down, licking under my balls, tongue and lips like snakes high on pussy adrenalin. She ran her pristine tongue against my anus, then began trying to insert her tongue as hard as she could possibly push with it. Her tongue wasn't as strong as it would get to be.

Still, the effort and her volunteerism brought her to orgasm. I was amazed, and asked if she had cum. She could barely whine "yeah" in a tiny, broken voice.

Still took me 2.5 years to decide if I could stand to be married.

We lived late and naked in our night chamber, the fan sucking dark air in one window, across our bed and out the other. We did everything in the nude, and so, naturally, we developed a peeping tom, like a tree will develop an apple.

I heard him a few times. I didn't mind him looking, but felt a little paranoid, knowing nothing at all about him. Or her. I found shoe prints in the dirt between the bushes outside the windows one day when I was caught in daylight.

The heat persisted, and we persisted naked throughout the season. The sounds kept coming from just outside the window, until I took the watcher for granted. She liked being seen nude, though I reminded her it could be anyone. A classmate. Her brother. Her father, checking up on us. Anyone. That's the thing about anonymous sex. And the women who do it don't mind who it is.

The great unspoken part of sex anon.

When in the course of human nights, I had to pee, I hated walking through the house to the bathroom. I didn't want to get dressed. I didn't want to wake anyone.

I began going out onto the dark porch to relieve myself.

One night the urge hit me and I hopped up briskly and swooped along the porch, hung from the pillar with one hand, swung out over the bush and began pissing like a horse.

I pissed in a great volume, and for a long while, and still had plenty to go when suddenly, from the very place my pee was cascading down into, between the bushes, a man erupted and ran.

I never saw anyone run that fast in my life. He was young, well-dressed, and all the way down the block and around the corner and gone! When he went out of sight, I was still pissing where he had been hidden.

One of the more memorable incidents of my life.

It dawned on me that I had been peeing on him as if with a purpose, and that he had probably thought I was doing it knowingly.

"What a Bad Man he must be!" I imagined him thinking, "to skip right past the ass-beating session and simply hose me down with his awful meat and that yellow water, enough like to wash my car with!!! A Bad Man!!!!!!!" he must have thought, as he ran off under my superior gaze.

Years later, I thought "it was probably the strangest incident of his life, and he has not been able to tell a soul!" I have told, but I am telling it from a different position than his. Event of the millenium in the house of his mind, and he must keep it secret all his life. Not even on the deathbed can he reveal The Secret.

I never was so bad as The Night I Stood There With My Dick In My Hand.

Now everybody knows.