I've Never Moaned So Loud: Why Men Should be Open to Receiving Anal [M/F] | 2016

After pulling into the convenience mart, my older sister asked me if I needed anything. Despite being in middle school, I brazenly told her I wanted a Hustler magazine. On her way out, I was shocked to see her holding a brown paper bag which looked to be covering a magazine. I'm aging myself, but before the days of the Internet causing porn addiction and anxiety over penis size, magazines were the way to discover naked women.

Granted, Hustler magazine catered to a very vanilla, very heterosexual crowd. If I recall, the majority of shoots featured solo acts or almost-but-not-quite "lesbian" acts. Lesbian is in quotations, because the girls never actually fucked one another. Rather, one girl would place her face between the others legs, stick her tongue out, and smile at the camera like a fucking idiot. Rant aside, the magazine had little chance of traumatizing my twelve year old mind.

After bringing the magazine home, I admired the magazine like a young male is supposed to. I oggled at the women simply because they were naked. I was too young to develop a taste in what I liked. Instead, I was just shocked to see grown women displaying themselves so openly. If I were to look at the same magazine today, I'd be turned off by the amount of plastic boobs (small and perky is better than big and round), spray tans, and obviously fake hair colors.

Too young to masturbate, I took a few quick glances at the magazine and stowed it under my bed, safely out of the reach of my parents' eyes. On the way to school the next day, I let a friend in on my score. Quickly, word spread around my group of friends and by the time I got home from school, I had five other horny friends packed into my room.

Homoerotic as it sounds, my friends and I always looked at porn magazines together whenever we procured one. Perhaps out of necessity, that was the only time we'd be able to look at naked women, so we had to deal with friends around. Plus, we often made jokes about the stuff we saw:

"Hey, she's hot isn't she?"

"Oh yeah, I'd bang her."

[Removes finger that was covering the MTF transsexual's penis]

"What the fuck! You fucker!"

Or maybe most guys didn't do this and other cultures would view us as complete weirdos. Moving on, everything was cut-and-dry: trashy girl spreads her legs for the camera and the viewer gets turned on type of material. I've never been into that. I need a mental aspect to be included. I need words. Personality. However, one page managed to leave me in awe, spurring one of my favorite fetishes and changing my sexual identity forever.

Likely buried within me for years, a new side of me was unearthed when a photo spread consisting of two "lesbian" girls involved one of them wearing a strap on dildo. Never had I imagined such a sight: a woman with a dick who could dominate, fuck, and penetrate like a man could. She looked powerful, more powerful than me. I had never been so turned on in my life. I began to tremble with excitement.

My friends made no mention of the girl, or the strap on, or the extremely erotic fetish that could have bloomed inside of them. In fact, they probably paid no heed to the girl subverting her gender role, getting ready to control and pleasure her partner. Due to lack of comment, I learned my new interest was uncommon, so I kept my mouth shut, mentally bookmarked the page, and returned to it later that night when my friends had left.

Although I could not pinpoint it at the time, something had clicked unconsciously. I consistently thought about that woman with the large, pink cock sticking out from her crotch. Sexually speaking, I had no idea who I was, so I had no idea that I was naturally submissive. Now, I believe there is nothing more erotic than a woman taking control, spreading my legs, and causing me to scream out in pleasure. Pun not intended, nothing can top this experience for me.

Unfortunately, there was some issues with what I was seeing:

1. I was twelve. I wasn't having sex and wouldn't be ready anytime soon. Plus, how the fuck would I make this fantasy come true? Would I just walk into a store and say, "One strap-on vibrator please. Ahh yes, the neon green one that's the size of my forearm."

2. I didn't have a girlfriend and wouldn't have a consistent relationship until the end of high school. Again, I was too young for this stuff anyway, but I'd likely try to forget my eccentric fetish before becoming a typical, homogenized high school student.

3. My homophobic small town ruined any plans of sexual exploration for me. Already dealing with rumors about my sexual orientation, I locked, maybe even repressed, my strap-on fantasy for another day.

It wasn't until I turned 18 and left my home town for the big city that I began exploring my sexual preferences. Up until this point, I always had sex where I dominated. Granted, I enjoy dominating and always get off when I do, but getting dominated brings my sexual excitement to another level. This can be proven physically when one factors in prostate stimulation during anal penetration.

After landing a second job at an adult video store, where I have plenty of other stories to share, my strap-on fantasy reawakened one night when I played a pegging video. It was a slow night, and as I sat at the counter watching a woman fuck a man, I remembered how much I enjoyed seeing a woman wearing a strap-on; how much I enjoyed seeing a woman toss the social construct of gender aside and dominate a man. In fact, I made sure not to brush my crotch up against anything, because even the slightest touch would have caused me to orgasm. I'm not a huge fan of visual porn, but I sat there in awe for over an hour watching different women pound different men into submission. I knew it was time to act.

Thanks to my employee discount, I purchased a multitude of toys to get me ready for the occasion, hoping the girl I was dating for the last month would be interested. This is embarrassing to admit, but I bought something like a "butt plug starter kit" that came with three different sized plugs to help a rookie like me ease into the process. I had seen my girlfriend's vibrators and knew they would be too big to start with.

When I went to my girlfriend's apartment after work, I told her about my purchase and she responded with, "Are they for me or you?" Even though I knew she'd be open to it, I hesitantly told her they were for me. Nonchalantly, she said it was okay and that we would try it out later that night.

Before diving in, I should mention she minored in Human Sexuality Studies during college. That was part of the reason I was attracted to her, because I believe her intelligence meant she would be more open to a kinky lifestyle. We often had discussions about gender as a social construct, and how women are trained to repress their sexual preferences. For example, even if a woman is naturally dominant, she might not feel comfortable expressing it since society bombards her with messages equating women with submissiveness. Consequently, many women don't explore their dominant side until they're older and they've realized that society's messages are bullshit.

We started out with the smallest plug, which couldn't be much thicker than a pinky and only four inches long. Still, I was a little nervous and uptight, so we had to glide it in slowly. Luckily, her feminine touch was very comforting. If I was by myself, I probably would have shoved it in too fast, caused pain, and be turned off by the whole experiment. Once she fully inserted the plug, it felt very comfortable. I was turned on in a completely new way.

First, there was the mental aspect. I was breaking a taboo in that I was a straight guy, yet here I was with an object up my ass. Moreover, I was now in a prone state in front of a woman, who could torment me if she was cruel enough. She wasn't, but still.

Physically, I imagine the experience parallels a woman's sex drive. To clarify, I was turned on, but I felt no need for a sharp climax. I was relaxed and my sexual excitement slowly climbed as the plug rubbed my prostate. I wanted to enjoy the moment. Interestingly, I wasn't erect. I think my penis was shocked, but I felt like I could orgasm without even touching it. It took a while for me to get hard, but in no way did this represent a lack of excitement. Sorry for the crude details, but that's just how it is.

After experimenting with the rest of the butt plug set over the next couple of weeks, I knew I was ready to be fucked by my girlfriend, so I purchased an ivory colored strap-on vibrator from work. I wanted her to be pleased as well, so the strap-on I chose included a clit massager on the harness. She always orgasmed clitorally, so I hoped we could climax simultaneously when the time was right. Worth noting, I shelled out the extra cash for a quality strap on that would fit securely. Some of the cheaper ones come with thin, loose straps that are far too light for the big dong they're holding. They're a waste of money and completely ruin the moment when they begin falling down and have to be readjusted.

I gently washed the newly purchased strap on and left it in our toy drawer, not knowing when we would use it.

Although I was broke as hell at the time, my girlfriend and I went out drinking at least three or four times a week. On one Saturday night, we got hammered and our foreplay started at the bar. She was wearing a short shirt with black yoga pants that were so tight you could see the outline of her underwear. I caught men staring at her ass, and deservedly so. However, only I had the honor of bringing her home. As she sat on my lap, I kissed her neck and we both knew it was time to go home and rip each others clothes off.

After being all over one another on the train ride home, I instinctively laid back first on her bed and pulled her close to me. While making out, I wrapped my legs around her and pulled her close. She humped me with her oh-so-feminine hips and I began letting out small moans. I wanted her inside me. I was excited and could no longer contain it. When I dominated her, I whispered dirty things into her ear and made her whimper. I pinned her arms down so tightly that she looked pathetic trying to resist. I spanked her so hard with a paddle that it left her ass red for hours. For tonight however, that was no longer relevant. We had blatantly switched roles and I had dropped all pretenses of being the dominant, alpha of the bedroom.

Understanding my non-verbal communication, she went straight for the toy drawer and I knew my moment had come. I admired her in black pantyhose that I pleaded with her to put on. So feminine I thought, yet so powerful. Although I was close to a foot taller than her and could easily overpower her, she would be the one in complete control.

For our first time, we stuck with the tried and true missionary position. She decided to remove her pantyhose and wrap them around my neck and mouth like a ball gag. She knew how much I loved her scent, but she also knew how loud I was going to be. As I sit here writing this, I'm beginning to shake thinking of what was the best sex I ever had.

Almost as if the vibrator was a part of her, she slowly entered me as if she had done this many times. Due to the alcohol consumption, I felt no pain whatsoever. In reality, getting fucked in the ass is simple. One just has to be relaxed. Thanks to the four or five martinis, I was at ease and within moments, she was completely inside of me.

Let me make this clear: I have never moaned so loud in my entire life.

As stated previously, I'm pretty quiet in bed. I talk dirty a lot but I don't express my satisfaction by moaning. On this night, I was screaming louder than a girl in porn who is getting paid to scream that loud. You know when you can hear your neighbor moaning from sex, even though there are walls separating you? It was like that. And this is with a pair of pantyhose strapped across my mouth.

Although strap-on sex gets written off as a kinky fetish, there is much more to it. It adds a level of depth to a relationship. We were closer now, and I loved her even more. I respected her more and I wanted to be as close to her as possible. I pulled her deep, deep into me. I wrapped my legs tightly around her waist (she told me later that she loved this, and even requested it if I didn't do it on later occasions). I hugged her so tightly and felt so secure. In a sense, she was taking care of me. I didn't need to have my dick played with in any way to get off. Furthermore, our bond, our trust, was brought to new heights. Simply put, one has to love and trust someone to let them be violated so thoroughly.

As my moans continued to increase, she slid her pantyhose ball gag over my eyes like a blindfold. To make our connection even deeper, she began kissing me and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. Again, I felt like this was much more than the kinky act that strap-on sex gets written off as. In reality, we were making love.

With her lips pressed against mine, with her tongue in my mouth, with her body and mine as one, I was in heaven. My fantasy from a decade earlier had finally been brought to life, and it was every bit as good as I had imagined. There was no fear or worry, only the girl I loved who had brought me to a level I never thought I could reach.

I pulled my lips away from her and muttered, "I'm going to cum" in between moans. She unlocked her clasp on me, but continued to fuck me deeply. Without even touching myself, I had the deepest, most intense, mind blowing orgasm I've ever had. I shot all over myself as my head hit the pillow in exhilaration.

As she spooned me, I softly asked her if she came. Although she had come close, she told me that she had never seen such a look of pleasure on my face. Obviously, she had never heard me moan so loud before either. She felt the shared energy between us, and she told how satisfied she felt, knowing she brought such intense satisfaction to me. She kissed me on the neck, and feeling more comfortable than I had ever been, I fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, she woke up around 9 while I slept in. Apparently, our neighbor - one of her friends - told her he could hear her moaning loudly during the night. We both laughed when she the story. I guess our neighbor just assumed it was her getting fucked and didn't even think to question that is was me making those loud, uncontrollable noises.

After that night, our dom/sub relationship evened out. As I said before, I had dominated her one hundred percent prior to her fucking me. Afterwards, we'd take turns depending on our moods. Ultimately, we invested in a strap-on with a little pouch where we inserted a little "bullet" vibrator so she could orgasm as well. Of course, the bondage tape she used to tie my arms to the bedpost also helped, but that will have to wait for another story ;-)

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