Anonymous
Midnight intimacies
I pass over the usual love expressions of my boyhood and adolescence merely saying I had, from a very; early age learned all about the various joyous thrills my young body, could render me. At the age of twelve I had practiced every form of sexual desire that my vigorous imagination could conceive. I had “had” several beautiful boys of my own age with whom I indulged in all sorts of sexual acts. I had also played with and “had” several young girls from the age of six to twenty, which, together with my carnal knowledge with all the animals on my father's farm — cows, sheep, pigs, and more particularly the horses, of which I had two beautiful ponies male and female, of my own — a present from my father who doted on me. I had thus developed a good size cock when I reached the age of fourteen, which at that ripe age I was able to give infinite delight to many of the pretty servants in our employ at and about our house.
I used to plan and scheme all sorts of new pleasures I could indulge myself in, with myself or others. Among the numerous forms I tried, I will content myself by mentioning but a few. I would secure a watermelon, take it to my room, cut a small hole in it to resemble the female organ, then lay on it and insert my cock into the opening made.
The soft and juicy pulp gave a very realistic feeling of being into a young girl's tight belly. When the hole became too large with use, I'd cut another one and so on till the entire melon was all used up, then throw it away.
I then tried a medical battery on myself. This instrument was unlike the usual medical box affairs. It was all complete in itself in a metal tube about ten inches long and one and half inches in diameter. All one had to do was to turn one end and the current was set on, the more you turned it the stronger became the current. The shape and size had a fair resemblance to a cock. Well, I'd put this to my young cock and smooth balls — I had not grown any hairs there yet, then turn on the juice. It is impossible to tell the exquisite feeling it gave. It is something like when you are in the throes of “spending” only in that case the feeling last but a few seconds, whilst with the electric instrument that very same feeling is kept up all the time for as long as you can stand it, till your mad ejaculation puts an end to the fun for the time being.
There are several attachments that go with the instrument, one of which is a small polished ball at the end of a curved steel rod. This was attached to the instrument and the ball inserted up your bottom. When the instrument was placed to either cock or balls the current rushed through your bottom, cock and balls giving a divine thrill to all those parts, but most particularly when the sensitive head of the cock was touched. This would soon send me into a heavenly “spendings" most profusely, the gism spouting out in powerful jets, my cock throbbing in a violent manner, and my bottom grasping tightly on the ball inserted deeply in it. The cock would become extremely rigid and thick. I attribute the strength and largeness of my cock and balls mainly to this electric treatment I gave it each day almost, and can highly recommend to any man or boy who wishes to have a large and powerful organ of pleasure, for all who are so blessed with a big tool will ever be in great demand by the ladies and especially young girls, who love to have their young bellies well crammed with the emblem of love. I can most sincerely recommend it to me who, from much indulgence or excess have lost much of their youthful vigor, or who cannot get a good stiff “hard on” to try this method and it will both surprise and give you a great joy to see, feel and know you can again experience all the thrills and passionate “spendings” of your most fiery period.
The instrument can easily be carried about in the pocket unnoticed. I often used to insert it into the bellies of girls and women and they then craved it ever afterwards. This is the thing to make the most cold-blooded female powerfully rampant if you can but persuade her to try it just once. Here again, you married men, who have frigid wives, try this treatment on their unresponsive pussies and see them furious with a lustful fire and a mad, mad desire for a powerful fucking.
I said I had two pet ponies, male and female, I had been sexually intimate with them for a year or more, playing with the stallion's affairs, jerking him off, playing with his massive balls, or inserting my entire arm into the juicy, smooth slit of the mare, or actually fucking her myself. — Both animals were very fond of me and were docile creatures. At a word from me they would spread their legs apart, lift their tails in sheer glee and give themselves to all my strange whims. I often used to take Teddy and make him mount Nelly whether she was in heat or not, and guide the big, hard tool into her gasping cunt and then play with his balls and bottom hole while he pushed into her powerfully till his spendings would soon ooze out of her little cunt. Into both of them I used to insert the electric battery, up cunt or bottom, or around the balls and cock of Teddy till both became frantic with the delight it gave them. Teddy's tool would soon be almost touching the ground, when I'd put the battery to the end of it, his tool would stiffen, throb and jump till he would soon shoot a rich hot river of milky “spendings” on the floor.
I wish to say that every word of this narrative is true in every detail, no matter how erratic they may seen. And here let me say that truth will ever be stranger and more thrilling than mere fiction.
Now, you who happen to be reading these pages just stop and think with me the narrator, there are few, if any adventures written here but what you, yes you and every man and every woman, boy or girl have not at least though of doing or desiring to do if the proper chance came without being caught in the acts. If each one of us were brave enough to tell all our lustful doings, or thoughts, you would be most surprised to find just how true each one of us humans feel and act under similar circumstances. Yes, we would then find very little original to what we ourselves thought, felt, or did, the countless myriads of strange fancies of others we'd find we have felt them too.
It is merely the various conventions of the country in which we happen to live, that set the rules of conduct for all to follow and obey.
Different countries differ greatly in what they are pleased to term morals or ethics, so that one country may taboo as utterly vicious, bad or disgusting, may be thought highly virtuous in another land.
Even in any one land, these strictures on our personal freedom change in the course of time, so that what was once looked upon as “horrid” may now be looked on as good and worthy, and visa-versa, so I ask you, dear reader, where is truth and justice to be found?
Were I to narrate every detail of my sex life, several volumes would be required. In all the biographies we read it is only the high lights, so to speak, that are especially picked our for special reasons. If the subject be a criminal, then all the bad traits are strongly in evidence, while the more sublime thoughts, feelings and acts are carefully suppressed in order to poison our minds against them.
But if the subject be a “good” man then all his trivial acts are enlarged upon to make him appear a demi-good. We can only know, and that only a very small part of anyone only by actual contact and personal acquaintance with them. Even then, we each appear somewhat different to our different associates, so that no two people know us exactly alike.
I shall therefore pass over many incidents of my life and come to the years that saw me about fifty years old. I have had numerous love affairs, so I shall open up with Ann-I was so sure I could safely broach to her what was in my mind, of a new longing that had possessed me for some years. She was a lady of about thirty two, refined, college educated, and fairly well-to-do. She had married early, and soon gave birth to a boy. Soon after this her husband died.