My Husbands Hot Ass

As we approach 10k followers, I thought it would be a good time to talk about your first cuck experience.  Please use the submission link on the front page of my blog.  If you want to add picture, ask your hubby/bf/sig other if you can share a picture of his slutty cock or ass so that potentially 10,000 other guys can see how hot he is!

In telling your story, be sure and talk about any fears you had that first time - the anxiety, and how it went from their to the “happy ending.”

Some of us who have a significant other may not have one that is willing to play, and if that’s the case, feel free to tell about that time it almost happened, or you wish it would have happened.

In my case (unwilling hubby), we had just moved out of our parents house into our first apartment - interestingly enough - above another flat with four other gay guys.  The youngest one was barely legal and hot as shit, and he developed a crush on my then-bf (now hubby).  When I would go to work at night, sometimes he would come over and play board games or watch TV, and my hubby told me there were a couple of times the guy made a pass at my husband, who politely refused stating his love and devotion to me.  While it sounds like I might have been sold a load of horse-shit, I’ve begged my husband to tell me the “real story” a hundred times at least, to hear “I swear - it never happened.”

He does know that if he had been interested, that barely legal twink could have been his as often as he had wanted to tap it - even to the exclusion of us having sex.  When he tells me the guy even offered to sleep with me (so I wouldn’t get “jealous”), it really irks me … not because I woulda fucked him, but because I know he wouldn’t have minded me watching.

The struggle is real, and I continue trying to wear my guy down.

What’s your story?

The Original

User Submission: hairybi 

I enjoyed reading Gojdoe’s report on his Mormon Boy Scout experience, and wanted to share mine.

First Scout Camp was an overnight, and three older Deacons came over where my friend and I were sleeping, and woke us up.  I was barely 12.  The older scout said his friend had something to show us, and he shined his flashlight on the guy’s crotch.  He unzipped, and played with his penis until it was sticking up towards his navel.  For his age, it was huge.  After the others showed, he said, “Now it’s your turn,” as he shined his flash light towards my crotch.  I had matured early, and already had a line of hair.  My cock pulsated in the spot light.

My friend and I later went to do baptisms for the dead.  They had small closet changing rooms, and he and I changed together.  We both got erections, and waved them at each other, masturbating a little.  I fortunately willed it to go down before we went to the font.

At the second scout camp, we organized strip poker, that turned into a circle jerk.  Six of us were in a large tent.  One guy wanted to cum so bad, that he must have jerked his cock a thousand times, and had several dry orgasms.  His cock turned red.  I am a shooter, so the group was duly impressed.

At the third scout camp, the circle jerk got a bit more intense, with a guy actually jacking me off to orgasm.

I could spend hours discussing the masturbation/guilt cycle of Mormon boys.  I tried to quit many times, in fact believed as long as I didn’t ejaculate, I wasn’t sinning.  So I learned to edge early.  Needless to say, I had a lot of wet dreams, many with cocks.

MY FIRST COMPANION IN THE FIELD

 User Submission:  all-prime

My first companion was a surfer dude from San Diego; chiseled surfer body, great shape, athletic from head to toe.  He literally worked my tail off, which was good for me.  He had a great sense of humor, we laughed a lot, indulged in a lot of horseplay like wrestling in our garments.  We even had a short game of grab ass once.  We had a lot of fun working and playing together, at the same time, he was a stickler for the rules, and he worked my tail off, which was good.  I almost had to run to keep up with this guy.    On our first night together, I got a good look at his rather prodigious package as he was doing sit-ups in one-piece garms. His dick slipped out repeatedly, so that I could he see he had an awesome pair of low hangers and he was hung like a horse as they say.  I also noticed he was uncut.  He was embarrassed when he realized that his junk was flopping out in full view.  When he stuffed it all back inside the garment opening, he apologized.  I shrugged, and didn’t say anything.  I didn’t want him to know much I had liked the glimpse of his privates, for fear that he would discover the real me I had closeted.  I wanted to repress those feelings because I was now a full time missionary, and it was time, so I felt, to “put away childish things”.  I naively thought a mission would cure my affinity for guys, and that it would somehow magically disappear.   The longer I was with my first companion, the more I found I really enjoyed his company, and especially seeing him naked.  Our seeing one another naked usually happened organically in the process of washing, or showering as a group, after a district or zone activities.  There were times though, it wasn’t organic at all.   In fact, once when we were staying the night at  some other missionaries’ place, I watched him through a bathroom door keyhole while he toweled  off after showering .  It was as if I was compelled to do so, even though I felt guilty, perverted, and dirty for spying on him.  I was mesmerized by his huge dick swaying back and forth, and his balls bouncing as he moved.   It was a turn on, and I started to realize I was not winning the battle in my determination to keep myself from caving into my more telestial propensities.  (Seeing him naked also gave me a bad case of penis size envy.  During puberty, most of my hormones went to height, leaving me somewhat bereft in penis length and girth.  He had both in spades.)        

There was another inorganic moment.  I don’t remember the circumstances, but we somehow ended up with a sun lamp.  A short time after it made its way into our apartment,  I caught my companion lying on the floor buck naked with the sun lamp aimed at his crotch, when I exited the bathroom one morning.  He kinda’ freaked when he saw me and tried to unsuccessfully cover himself.  He said, he was trying to work on his tan, and didn’t want to have tan lines anywhere on his body.  I just shrugged my shoulders, said, “It’s okay with me bro,” trying to get the point across that I was chill with his being naked.  I wondered if he was worried about the fact that maybe I thought he was playing with himself or something.  Even if he had been I wouldn’t have cared, because I certainly played with mine.  I had become a mission masturbator some weeks before when in my sleep, I had removed my garments, and woke up in the middle of night naked in my bed with a raging boner.  I could have put my garments back on, but instead, I pictured my sleeping companion naked, and my hand found it’s way to my dick and began caressing.  Discovering my hard dick again was magic. It felt incredible as i began jacking in earnest. In short order, I came in wave after wave of pleasure with cum everywhere.  The immediate guilt I felt was horrendous, but it didn’t stop me from repeatedly wanking off after that experience.  The sad thing was, I thought I was the only Elder on my mission who played with his dick, the only sinner.  It would have been nice knowing there were others, but you don’t always realize these things when you’re 19.

Meanwhile, back to my companion, he always seemed a tad skittish about either of us being naked, when it was just the two of us.  I never knew exactly why.  Maybe a touch of homophobia, who knows?   As for me, I was always jake with nudity, and had always loved being seen naked by other guys.  I guess I am a bit of an exhibitionist.   I certainly had no qualms about being stark naked in front of him.  I had a couple of extra pounds on me when I went out on my mission.  He kinda’ took on the role of my fitness guru, and was ever interested in my fitness progress, particularly weight loss.  So whenever the scales showed there was significant progress, I would always call him into the bathroom, where I would be standing on the scales with a towel wrapped around me, once he came in, I would drop the towel, because I always liked to weigh totally sans threads.  Plus, I got a real charge out of  his seeing me full monty.  It was also fun to devil him just a bit.   His response usually was to  shake his head and say, “Ah geez, dude.”  But his reaction never stopped me from finding opportunities to be naked in front of him.We were always playing tricks for fun, like tossing ice cold water on each other when one of us was in the shower.  When we were out tracting one afternoon he told me he had wanted to meet me one morning, wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and a toy cowboy gun and holster (which I assume he would borrow from a member) as I came out of the shower, and then point the gun and yell, “Draw,” as a joke, but felt like that would not have been good missionary behavior.  I told him he should have, as it would have been a great laugh!  And trust, me laughing with your companion was the only way to make it through some days on a mission.  I have a lot of fond memories of my time with that guy.