The first time I had “real sex” I was 16… that means the whole routine of asking a girl to go out with me , the anxiety, the kissing and all that , then the part where we stop playing around…., and she takes off her clothes…, and I take off mine.
Then it is over , then we start learning to make it fun, and coo,l and be careful with this powerful adult thing.
But there was one time when I was ten…, I screwed a stewardess on a jet. That does not count…, in the…, keeping track, and counting points world, it just felt good to fuck, and come. For her, and for me.
The idea that a twenty five year old stewardess would actually take off her panties and tell me to suck her tits, and put my little small penis in her wet willing vagina is beyond anything I can relate to…., after pretty much pretending that stuff never happens , for the last thirty years.
The idea that it didn’t count, so I never told anybody, is about this rule where the girl needs to be younger than me, and probably smaller than me, and then we gotta date and screw around kissing and all that shit, and then she gets to decide everything about how to run my life, and I don’t get to decide anything after that. Then, the sex “counts”.
There is this idea where I didn’t know what I was doing…., when I was ten, or eleven, or twelve, that is totally correct, but the ladies and girls damn well…., knew what they were doing.
I always like that world…., where it doesn’t count and there are no points, it just feels totally good and correct so we are doing it.
There was a nice boy about twelve, who loved screwing his step mom, the they all broke up, and over the years the boy would still come around and fuck her again.
Nice boy who had some excellent pussy from a woman who knew how to fuck.
One day I was fucking her, and she told me about this guy…..so I told her, go ahead, screw this young guy, if it is your normal routine…..,
One day she came home, I was seriously horny, and I pulled her panties off and started to go down on her. Sex was cool…., but she didn’t want me to lick her, she tried to stop me , I got my face between her legs, and there was a mans……, fresh come draining out of her pussy.
I laughed…. “so it looks like somebody was just here…. wanna tell me who?”
She moaned a little with guilt and shame and all, “I said I can forgive you but I would like to know….,” She mentioned his name, and I instantly started licking his come out of her pussy.
This totally turned her on, her clit got like a rock and I started really going for it licking and finger fucking her, feeling how stretched out she was, knowing how this young kid turned her on so much from the time he was young.
I positioned my cock to slide in…..I kissed her, letting her taste his come in my mouth…..
I told her, good girl , when I was 12, 13, and 14…., I wish I had a woman with your courage…., to keep me fucking…, instead of making a fool of myself….
I shoved my cock into her stretched out hole…., that had seen a lot of fucking already that afternoon…., and made love to her like she was the most awesome lover…..
I was surrounded by his come and her pussy, I was making love to them both, I was making love the the awesome loving and fucking relationship they had developed for years…..
That was pretty weird…., and as much as it was totally weird and sexy, I was sort of hoping…., I would not need to do anything like that too often, or ever.
There were so many nice lovers…. who would be “screwing around” here and there with other people, and I didn’t care so much, as long as they didn’t cut me off the sex.
Then they would get pissed , when I would only have one single sex partner at a time…..
Seriously, when I would have one single girl, who would have steady sex, that is all I would have.
They hated it, they hated, and hated, and hated it.
They would try to get me in bed with their sisters, and cousins, and brothers, and friends, and their kids and step – kids…. and I would stick to one single girl, and they would start telling me, I was mentally ill, and abusive.
Extraordinary…, how women, become psychoanalysts, when you catch them screwing around.
I didn’t “catch them” screwing around… I simply kept working…, and stopped wasting my time chasing women…, after I would find a good one.
A stewardess might get away with fucking a ten year old on a jet, but it might be a little more dangerous for me to get caught with a thirteen year old licking her tits and making her grunt and sweat and hearing her say, fuck me fuck me put it in my ass , please …
Most of those fantasies wore off, when I was about 35 years old.
When I was 15, I could nail a thirteen year old at the dinner table, with her parents there, and she and her parents would love it, she would glow for a week. But that, didn’t count.
That was “just kids screwing around”.
I think what I masturbate and think about most…., is all the sisters, cousins, brothers, kids, and step – kids they told me to have sex with, and I never did.
Shit I never had sex, hardly ever, it was way too dangerous, it was like everybody was trying to get me busted for doing some weird shit.
So I masturbate….., and some asshole out there will probably want to try to get me shut down for either doing that or writing about it.
When the blog stats plummet, I can’t write.
So if you like the stories, or whatever, just open this page every day, or open the blog feed and the stats will go up, and then I will have some self esteem and validation and approval and I can write again.
I have too many years of dodging getting busted….
Seriously ladies, sometimes you gotta work a guy a little…., before he will trust you and get it up, and then write and then you can get off on the writing.
Negative attitudes will not sell, so give me something to be positive about and I will forgive you for fucking that hard up little college boy and screw your brains out like a man screws a woman….
Fuck him good, and fuck him hard, and fuck him till he comes. Then I will suck his come out of you, and fuck you like a beast.
(why do you think they teach girls how to read and write?)