Richard Long - Anal Secretaries

“Just last week, for example, we had this very nice young man in for dinner and we had a little party afterwards, just the three of us. He was only twenty or so and extremely virile. I sucked him off a couple of times while Gerald watched. He’s something of a voyeur, Gerald is! Once we’d performed enough to get Gerald’s cock as stiff as it could ‘be, he mounted me from the rear. Teddy, the other fellow, lay on his back with me over him so that we could eat each other as Gerald fucked his big tool ‘into my asshole. It turned out that Teddy had a sensitive ass too and so I finger-fucked his ass while I was going down on him. He ate me at the same time and we were all creaming together after a while. That was an incredibly erotic evening for all of us. I must have come three times at least and Gerald was simply incredible. He stayed in my ass for I don’t know how long, just fucking away like a mad boar, and after he’d shot me full of come, Teddy persuaded him to have another round. That time he got on Teddy and shoved it up his ass! I was so exhausted and weak from the climaxes I’d already had that I couldn’t move at all, so I just lay there and watched them go at it. Altogether it was a very satisfying evening’ and it’s one that I’ll remember for a long time.”

Homosexual marriages, whether formal or informal, are not noted for their longevity. As Dr. David Reuben remarks, male homosexuals who stay together for extended periods “are mighty rare birds among the homosexual flock… Live together? Yes. Happily? Hardly. The other part of these ‘marriages’ that doesn’t fit in with happiness is that the principals never stop cruising. They may set up housekeeping together, but the parade of penises usually continues unabated. Only this time, jealousy, threats, tantrums, and mutual betrayal are thrown in for good measure. Mercifully for both of them, the life expectancy of their relationship together is brief.” (Reuben, Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex, p. 143.) Freddie’s relationship with Gerald would appear to have a slightly better chance for lasting happiness than the average homosexual liaison. The main reason for offering this judgment is the readiness with which both of them gratify their wayward impulses and display no overt jealousy toward the other partner’s “cruising practices.” This willingness to accept occasional infidelity in the partner suggests a slightly higher level of maturity on their part and thus indicates a somewhat better chance for a continued sexual relationship.

“Sure, I know all about that ‘all-American, Corn Flakes girl’ look. I’ve been hearing it all my life, I think. But you know what the funniest part of it all is? I wasn’t even in the country for nearly all the time I was growing up! What I mean is Mom and I moved out to Libya to be with Dad when I was four. From then until I was thirteen, we just moved with him from one job to another. All that time, except for some vacations, we were never in the United States! But still I’ve got this blonde hair, these blue eyes. Why, when I came back to the States to start in that boarding school, I even had pigtails and freckles! I can’t help coming on that way, but you’ll have to admit that it’s only skin deep underneath I’m quite a different person.

“Those camps where we spent most of our time weren’t really so bad. I mean, they weren’t nearly as bad as Mom let on. I think she did it mostly to be complaining and to give Dad a hard time. They didn’t fight or argue all that much but, every once in a while, they’d really let their hair down and let everything get out in the open. Sure, some of the camps were pretty primitive-most of them didn’t have running water and you were lucky if you had an enclosed place where you could take a crap. We stayed in a lot of places where you just had to hang your ass over a trench and let it go. But, I still don’t know why Mom complained so much about it all. She was always pretty big on camping and the outdoor life. Maybe she just wanted something to piss and moan about.

“Maybe she was just taking it out on him because he knocked her up again. See, they hadn’t originally intended to have any children at all and then they’d had me. That nearly ripped it for them. That’s when Mom went back to the States and she wouldn’t go back to Dad till I was almost four. Right after they got back together again, barn! Another baby up the old cock hole! “Mom was about to go out of her mind when she found out she had me up her cunt.

The way I know about all this is that when my grandmother died three years ago-this was Mom’s mother-I was the one who had to go over and get the stuff all sorted out. There were a lot of letters Morn had written, going back to when she’d first met Dad; and I read them all. I found out a lot of things I hadn’t known the afternoon I opened up that old trunk, believe me! “Maybe another reason Morn always bitched about the camps was that, if there was a house at all, it was usually just a little one or two room hut with cardboard for walls and all that sort of thing. I figured out, from things I remembered hearing her say and from what I saw in the letters, that it really bugged her, having to screw Dad with Billy and me sleeping in the same room.

She was a real hot ass, no doubt about it, and I guess she loved her prick. But I can see how it might inhibit you a little, trying to ball your old man with a couple of kids sleeping six or eight feet away.

“One way they used to cope with that kind of situation was to fuck in the bathroom, whenever they had one. Mom would turn the shower on- most of those showers were lined with flattened out gasoline drums-and that would make enough noise till you’d think the house was coming down. I never understood why they would both get in the bathroom at the same time until one day I happened to find out.

“We were taking a vacation, a short one, and we’d rented a little beach house on Crete. This one was a real palace-at least, it had two bathrooms-and Billy and I had a bedroom to ourselves. For some reason, though, Mom and Dad didn’t give up the old ways. Maybe they’d gotten hooked on bathroom screwing, I don’t know. They were going at it in the john. The way I found out is that I was looking in this little cupboard under my own lavatory and I peeked through a crack where the plumbing went through. It was a really crummily built house and you could see right in to where they were.

“Mom was sitting over Dad, with her back to him. He was on the stool and she was just fitting his tool up into her cunt. Man! I never knew he had a thing like that hooked onto him! It looked about the size of my forearm and it had this big red knob at the end. But Mom wasn’t scared of it, not one bit! Man, she gathered that big hunk of cock up and just rammed it up her cunt! And then, when she got a good cunt-grip on it, she really went to town! Of all the grunting and heaving and ass-grinding you ever saw, she really put on the best show ever; and, when she’d fucked him into a big come, she just hopped right off and started going down on him! “Once I’d peeked through that hole and saw what was going on I was hooked. I couldn’t have looked away for anything in the world. I didn’t have the slightest idea what they were doing. Shit, I wasn’t but seven or eight at the time. What could you expect from me? It really got hold of me. I didn’t come or anything like that while I was watching but, as I remember, I got a nice little glow down in my pussy. Of course I didn’t know what to do about it then.

“Anyway, I really remember the bathrooms, or the lack of them, at the places we stayed when I was growing up. Every time I’d go out to pee or take a shit, if it was one of the places where we had to go outdoors and there wasn’t any place to hide, Mom would always tell me to be sure and look around so nobody would see me doing it. I don’t know what could be so damned exciting about watching a little girl piss or shit, but she sure went on about it.