The Huntington Beach Boy and AOL Chatrooms

Some More Background Info on Yours Truly:

When my father gave me his laptop, an entire new world was introduced to my overactive, sexually hungry mind. And that was the internet. Of course, I had the slow AOL dial-up but nonetheless, it was the most amazing gift that he should have never given me. Because the first thing I did as I signed onto the worldwide web was stumble into an AOL chatroom. It was there that I learned what A/S/L meant and what the importance of a vain photograph of myself could potentially lead to. I became addicted. The conversations to these personal chatrooms revolved around sex and usually looked something like this:

Hornydude69: I want to fuck.
Lickmyclit: Me too. Who wants to fuck me?
ItallianStallion: I need my dick sucked. I can’t do it myself.
MakeLoveintheClub: I want some pussy. My blow-up doll just popped.
Hornydude69: I want to fuck!

This was a world I was unfamiliar with. Virtual rooms filled with horny men and women who weren’t afraid to be themselves in their most carnal state. It made my mouth water. Once I became adjusted to the style of internet games, I was able to manipulate my way with anonymous men on the net. I became a little professional at cyber sex and telling erotic stories to the AIM screensavers, who only seemed to able type “Oooh” or “kfdjhs” or “Fuck” or “I love u” back to me. Eventually, this became a little too ordinary and I decided to take the next logical step in any young person’s sexual growth: phone sex. And this leads to my first story in the phone sex series:

The Huntington Beach Boy (I apologize for not having a more creative title):
I had met this 19 year old in one of the AOL chatrooms and we had conversed about three times for a period of a half hour. He told me he was a college student who liked to party and smoke weed and had an undying fascination for black girls. He sent me a picture of what he looked like: blonde, surfer type with washboard abs and lazy blue eyes. Our conversations always revolved around sex until one day he told me like so many others, “I want to hear your voice.” Instead of saying no like I usually did and blocking him shortly thereafter, I bit my bottom lip and shrugged.

Cherylsn7(me): okay. give me ur number.
HTbeach19: 714-***-****. call me rite now. rite now
Cherylsn7: let me get in the bath and ill call u
HTbeach19: u better. I want to hear that sexy voice of urs

I held up on my word and called him as soon as I was situated in a lavendar smelling bubble bath. He sounded like what I expected: stoner, Orange County type. Kind of sexy though because it had a raspy undertone.

‘You called,’ he said, not even saying hello or what’s up or fuck you.

‘I told you I would, didn’t I?’

‘Yeah you did. You sound so damn sexy. Just like I thought you would.’

‘Thank you,’ I cooed, trying hard not to roll my eyes. I knew where this was going and I wanted to get to it. I was horny dammit. ‘So what are you doing?’

‘I’m just laying on my bed, hard as fuck. I wish I was in the tub with you.’
I smiled.

‘What would you do if you were in here next to me?’

‘I would sit your sexy ass on the edge of the tub, run some water over that pussy and eat the shit out of you.’

Well God-damn! I sat up a little straighter.

‘Ooh that sounds good. I would like that,’ I moaned and I could hear him breathing a little heavier.

‘My cock is so hard right now.’
Racial note: I’ve noticed that white men like to say cock while black men say dick. Why is this?

‘And I want your cock in my pussy. Do you want to fuck me?’

‘You know I do,’ he grunted. ‘Why would you ask something like that, baby?’

‘I just wanted to hear you say it.’
Pause.

‘I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk straight afterwards.’
This boy need to hail a cab to my place right now.

‘Mmm do you have a big dick baby?’ I asked, trying to remain cool in my boiling hot bath tub. My fingers were massaging my swelling clit slowly and I blew a glistening bubble off my nose.

‘Nine inches. Is that big enough, sexy?’

‘Oh yes,’ I replied, moaning and groaning. Yes, yes, yes. ‘I think that’s a perfect size for me.’
I listened to him inhale sharply and he was quiet for a moment as he listened to me masturbate, making noises that I knew were driving him crazy. When he spoke again, his voice sounded weak and it cracked toward the end. This turned me on even more.

‘I want that pussy.’

‘It’s yours baby,’ I cried, getting even more excited.

‘Don’t fucking tease me. It’s not my wrapped around my tongue or cock so it’s not mine.’
I laughed, sinking down into the warm water. Most of the bubbles had popped by now.

‘Well, I meant that if you were here, my pussy would be all yours.’

‘I want you right now. And all I have is your voice.’ He sounded a little jaded and I raised my eyebrows, pursing my lips.

‘Well you can’t have me right now baby. Not yet at least. Now…what the fuck do you want to do to me if I was laying butt ass naked on your bed right now? Tell me, ‘ I demanded. There was a pause and I could feel him smiling on the other end. My fingers ran across the outside of my inner thigh impatiently. I wanted to enjoy playing with myself, not have a damn pity party.

‘Well…’

‘Hm? Give it to me.’

‘I want to tie you up-’ he started and my head rolled back on the nape of my neck.

‘Oh yes, baby, ‘ I murmured, massaging my clit once more.

‘-with silver handcuffs-‘

‘-yes, oh yes-‘

(breathing heavily) ‘-and throw away the key-‘

‘-yeah, give it to me daddy-’

‘-and fucking rape you until you bleed.’

Click.

Now you may be asking what the hell just happened?? Well let me just tell you that I don’t find rape or blood a convincing turn on. Yes, I like being fucked hard (spanked, hair pulling, whips) but rape? No, no. no. And blood? Do I have to remind you of my painful losing of the virginity story?

I’m not ashamed to admit that the act of rape is just a little too freaky for me. And that’s how my first phone sex conversation went down…I haven’t gone back to an AOL chatroom since.