Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: frustration, masturbation, Self Pleasure, Video
I’m out of town, I feel lonely. I watched TV and and no matter what I turned to – it was sexual. I went to bed very frustrated with the whole situation.
Sometime during the night I have a dream where an anonymous woman emailed me a video cam of her masturbating. It was from a generic, free email and was directed to my email – not the spam type with tons of names in the to: field.
The video never showed a face. She was white – almost pasty white – no tan lines whatsoever. Thin, relatively flat belly, nice chest, wonderful legs. Her dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and it it draped on her shoulders – just barely in the shot. I’m going to guess she was around 30 from her body shape. She was sitting in an upholstered chair, maybe leather.
The video started with her topless with white jockey-style panties on. While seated, she started rubbing herself from outside her panties. Wetness ocurred and the panties came off. She was shaved. Her fingers started rubbing – occasionally dipping far enough inside to get more wet. The video had sound and just the sound of of her fingers rubbing her was exciting. Her other hand was caressing her nipples alternatively.
The mysterious woman stopped and turned to reach just out of the frame. She had a tattoo on her lower back. It looked like some kind of geometric design. She had reached for a small vibrator – judging by the newly added sound. It fit within her hand and was almost not noticeable except for the sound and every now and then I could tell that it was black or a very dark color. She began rubbing herself again with the new toy – again it would disappear within her every now and then and the sound would be muffled ever so slightly. The moistness was evident and she would stretch her tummy towards the camera. One hand was playing with herself, the other was propping her body up from behind. The mixture of the buzzing, a stacatto breathing pattern, and the arched body let me know she was close. Her body became frozen – her hand holding the vibrator in place as she cried out.
Her body relaxed back into the chair, the buzzing stopped and she dropped the toy from her hand. Her fingers explored the wetness – exposing herself to the camera some more. Her wet fingers were used to circle her erect nipples and they glowed in the light of the camera.
She got up from the chair and turned around to pick up a shirt and put it on with her back to the camera. The tattoo was no longer geometric – it was now flowery. That was strange. She put on the shirt and the video ended.
The person looked nothing like my wife and not really like anyone else.
I woke up and had an obvious hard-on. I was in another city and I didn’t have to wash the sheets myself. I started stroking my penis and in no time at all was exploding all over the sheets. I’m glad that the cleaning people wear gloves nowadays.
As I laid back down to go to sleep, I pondered the video a bit more. My wife doesn’t tell me that she plays with herself like she used to. Best Friend sometimes reverts to it for her own self pleasure.
Her body looked similar to what I remember BF’s body looking like. BF has a tattoo now, but I don’t remember what it looks like. I had a dream a while back – also while out of town – that freaked her out because I described her pajamas without ever seeing them. I wonder if BF uses a toy or not? I really want to ask her next time…
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: communciation, Having Sex, Making Love, masturbation, relationships, touching, Video
Wife has returned from several days away. We talked and IM’d a bit while she was gone but pretty much didn’t talk much.
After Saturday’s self-abuse, I was pretty primed for something to happen. I never know what kind of a mood she will be in so it was a bit of crap shoot.
She was VERY friendly when I came home. She kissed – or more to the point – allowed me to kiss her. We hugged, we cuddled. The kids were not in the mood to do anything that they were supposed to and dinner was already in the oven. We met in the hallway and I hugged her and told her that we could just get things out of the way and go to our room now. She rolled her eyes and laughed in her ‘not on your life’ way. But then, she came up behind me and said, “Ok, let’s go…”. We gave the kids things to do and went to our room.
She mentioned something about my having to see her ‘tinks’. Apparently, on her trip they all temporary tattooed themselves. She had one on the inside of her left breast and one right above her ass crack. Her bra was one that barely covered the nipples and pretty much had me standing at attention right away. We crawled into bed and she wanted to turn out the lights. I said no way. I told her of my weekend and how much I had missed her. She had missed me as well but didn’t take to the self pleasure as I had. She was a bit surprised that I had taken out the latex pussy as she thought that it was just a novelty since we couldn’t figure it out years ago. I tolder her how it satisfied the one need, but how it just made me feel more alone….
She talked about their making snow angels on her trip and I acted confused as to how that did that. She showed me in bed and I took advantage of her legs being open and jumped in the middle of them.
She tried to stop me from going down on her – something that I said I was not going to listen to her about. She wanted me in her and I said that I had to lick the real thing. I can tell when she’s not concentrating as to how she reacts to licking. Whether it’s because of her worrying if the kids tried to come into the room or if her mind was elsewhere – it took her a bit longer than normal to climax. As I have said before, the taste of a wet pussy trumps any other.
I kissed my way from her, down a thigh, back up, down the other, then up to her breasts, then up to her neck and ear and around to her lips. While doing so, I repositioned so that my penis entered her already wet body about the time I hit her ear. The combination sigh and contraction around my penis was exciting.
We continued to kiss eachother while our hands roamed about. I told her how she needs to watch how we were in the movies. She said that we were twenty years old in those movies and I said that we still had that in us. I asked in what position she wanted me when I came as I was getting very close. She asked which I wanted – I said all over her chest. I pointed out that her new ‘tink’ tattoo would look sexy with my cum all over her….
I think that she wanted to enjoy her temporary tattoo a bit longer so she started working her hips a bit more in time with mine and I came quite happily where I was at.
She wanted to get up and get dressed immediately and wasn’t listening to my pretty much begging her to come back. I was still quite hard and knew that I could be ready for another round. It wasn’t happening. I had to be content with a nice, quick, love-making session while I had it.
As she redressed, I told her that this was just an ‘appetizer’ to later in the night. She did laugh with that ‘not on your life’ way and I knew that it wasn’t going to happen.
Maybe we’ll get to watch the movies together and talk more. That’s my hope!
Last night I came home to an empty house – wife is out of town and kids are staying elsewhere.
I had a couple of drinks with good friend and her co-worker – someone that I have known better in the past.
Good Friend is in a new relationship and is going to surprise her boyfriend tomorrow night by showing up in a trenchcoat, garters, stockings, panties, bra, and high heels. I assured her that he would enjoy it. The talk for the evening always returned to her booty-call and what they were to be doing.
Just thinking about it during the drive home made me horny. Returning to an empty house did not help.
I pulled out an old, doctor’s bag that we have maintained since before our getting married. As a young couple, we were always more willing to try/do more for the other person. We started playing with restraints – wrist and ankle with chains to connect them all. We needed something to store them in and thought that we should find a bag. We went to a Goodwill and found an old, doctor’s-type bag. It was old, but worked fine. Over time it became the storage place for porn, position books, condoms, lubes, plastic sheets and whatever else we found through the years.
It also became the repository for old VHS tapes that we have made – especially in the late 80’s/early 90’s. I popped in some of the video tapes. It’s striking how young we looked. I was a good fifty or sixty pounds lighter, had long hair and was much less hairy. She was thinner and her body shape was much different than today. Mine too – I was slender and more athletic looking. Oh, what our bodies do as we age – I wish I paid more attention to that while younger.
The videos include rendezvous in the mountains and several bedroom scenes. Oh, the stamina of youth! There’s one video that because of the time stamp – we fucked for over an 90 minutes. Then after playing for about fifteen minutes – continued for another two hours minutes! It’s a sad tribute to aging as well.
Seeing us screwing on tape made me very hard. While I continued with the home movies, I looked through the bag. There were anal plugs that we had both planned on using. A penis-shaped vibrator that never ‘vibrated’. One year she bought me a latex pussy. We never figured that one out and the one time we brought it out it was not anything pleasurable. There were the old sexual position books, several VHS porn movies that we used to like and a few DVD’s that we had purchased in the last five or six years.
I looked through the position books – we pretty much had tried all of those. They were very campy – one was made from 70’s era porn pictures, the other had 80’s hair do’s.
The latex pussy was still wrapped in it’s original tissue paper. I watched more of our homegrown porn. The artificial pussy has lips and all. I brought out some lube and lubed my penis up real well. In hindsight, it’s pretty easy and just as long as you are well lubed – works pretty well. There I was giving myself a handjob with a fake pussy on my hand. It wasn’t overly satisfying – but in a pinch it was something different and served it’s purpose. I cleaned myself (and the pussy) up and packed everything back. Everything except for the videos.
I watched until the wee hours and was amazed and them all. We spoke. We touched. We played with eachother. We played with ourselves. The whole restraint thing – the very first time – is on tape. It excited me more to see us as we used to be. That makes me think that it could return to that.
If you just look at our faces and the way we touch and even the way that we made love – that we loved eachother a lot. I’m not saying that we don’t now – it’s just that it’s all different. Sex is now something that we have to plan a bit more and take too many other things into consideration – kids, time constraints, sleep. You can tell that we just fucked because we enjoyed it! Seeing how our bodies have changed is making me want to start doing sit ups more. Damn I looked sexy! We also did more active things together then. I want us to return to that as well.
There’s hope on those tapes!
I need to find a way to transfer those from VHS to digital. Who knows how much longer they will last 
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: alcohol, communication, masturbation, relationships, Self Pleasure, sexual observations, Spouses, touching
Just to update the status of my life so far this year:
Things with my wife have been better than 2007 started out.
Communication has improved but still nowhere near where I would care for it to be. I have continued trying – not giving up like I had resolved last year. She had said she would improve but that only held for two or three days. It has returned to the usual level of ‘not much’ for her.
Sex has been more frequent – twice this year and four times in the last 24 days. That’s pretty much a record compared to the past year. It’s a very sad data report – but at least it’s better than 12 times in 12 months. I think that there’s hope. I also have come to the reality that I think that in my mind that I would like something sexual to happen at least once a week. I don’t want to say that I would expect it, but it would be nice to at least have something to count on. I don’t want it to be ’scheduled’ and I would love some more spontaneity in our lives. I will try to talk to her more about that – I already brought it up once but I think that she was drunk and will not have remembered it.
Drinking. I feel that this will be a big issue this year. If I ‘allow’ her to drink, I have a much better shot at the more frequent sex. It’s not that I forbid her – I just really discourage it because she’s so volatile. I am convinced that some of the strangeness is a mix of the alcohol and her diet pills/shakes/etc. I don’t know how to get through that issue. I just can’t rely on her to be a responsible parent FIRST if she drinks. I would love to enjoy a glass of wine with her and to come home and have a tall cocktail certain days. Weekend mimosas would be a welcome change as well. It’s just I can’t be a hypocrite and condone it sometimes and not others. This causes me too much thought and weighing the future of our lives together versus satisfying my sexual wants.
Touching. I long – no I need – to be touched. This is not necessarily sexual, but I want to have my hand held. I want to be hugged. I want to snuggle. I have brought this up too many times and for that two day period in December – I received it. I was happy. I felt better. My days were better. Best Friend has been through a lot in the past 30 days and we have tried to see if we could get together for a cuddle session. That has not worked and I have found myself coming to a reality that it may not work. I believe that we both need it and that it would be beneficial to us both. Still nothing sexual, but no matter what – the risks of being found out weigh heavily. Last month we met at a bar in a restaurant and just sat next to each other – shoulder to shoulder and held hands while we talked. If one of her co-workers or one of my family members had been at that restaurant that night – there’s no way to explain it to them. If B.F.’s husband had come in – he would have gone ballistic. If my wife had shown up – I honestly feel that she would ultimately understand – but that’s just that she does trust me. If we were kissing or something else – she would cut my pecker off. I just need to be touched more.
Masturbation. I have lots of issues with this subject. First and foremost, I feel strongly that if you feel the need to pleasure yourself because you’re not getting that ‘release’ with your spouse – that you should work together more on that. If you do it just because you can or feel that you need to – there’s some deeper issues that need looking at. Having kids raises more issues as well as I don’t want them to think of it as ‘dirty’ but I also want them to walk in on dad cranking one out to naked pictures of mom. My original plan for the year – based upon the communications that we had about being more open and more sexual – was that any pleasure would be done with the other person unless we were out of town, etc. There’s just been a few times already that I haven’t been able to go without it. More talking needs to occur here and I need to work out these other feelings/thoughts.
Friends. I need to reach out more to our friends. Mutual friends, our own friends, old friends. My social life sucks and we need to get out more and have more people over. I think that part of our problems revolve around that our lives revolve around eachother, work, and our household. We need that communication and adult conversation (that’s conversation with adults).
To wrap it all up – progress has been made – we still have a lot of work in others. I need to think more clearly on the good/bad of choices that I have made or need to make.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Friends, masturbation, relationships, Spouses, touching
The movie start times with Best Friend did not go in our favor. We opted for meeting at a local restaurant bar. For those keeping score, B.F. and I don’t get touched by our spouses and we long to just cuddle with eachother – to be held and to hold someone else. Nothing sexual.
The obvious problem is that a) we are both married b) we have families to take care of c) we both work and d) that society doesn’t take well to two married people shacking up in a hotel to ‘cuddle’.
If we get caught – nobody is going to buy that we don’t have anything sexual. Her husband already is convinced that we are having sex – yet seems okay enough to not persue the issue – which is very strange indeed.
I have been thinking of where we can meet. We have thought of department stores – you know in the furniture vignettes. I figured that we could just hold eachother for about 30 minutes before being kicked out. Hotels would work fine, but there’s bound to be issues with payment, and the fact that nobody will understand. Out of town is great – but unrealistic for timing issues.
Knowing that we weren’t going to a movie where we were going to hold hands and hug – I figured I’d opt for the hotel. I had some extra time before we met and I went and purchased a ‘cuddle kit’ – a small backpack, some flannel jammies, a toothbrush and toothpaste. I scoped out the local area hotels and figured that we could find a place that would take cash and I would check in if ever the need arose.
We met – she had told her husband that we were going out, only she added that my wife was with us. We had bet how long it would be before he started texting and calling her – I said 40 minutes, she said 90 – she won. She looked great but a bit harried.
She admitted to me that she had tried be a sexy slut earlier. While her husband was sleeping in front of the TV, she showered, put on a crotchless, lace unitard, high heels and went and woke him up. Needless to say, he got the message but ultimately failed in satisfying anyone but himself. There were other issues and after it was over, had asked him if she doesn’t do it for him anymore. His reply was that she only fights with him anymore. What a prick!
Anyway, we stayed in the bar, just sitting in a booth next to eachother. We would hold hands sometimes but pretty much our shoulders and hips were touching the whole time. It felt wonderful. We talked about getting real cuddle time – just being able to lay down and watch a movie or something. We agreed that it really isn’t in the cards and that everybody expects the worst. We also agreed that we both feel ’safe’ with eachother. If she tried ‘cuddling’ with another male – the guy would think that more was coming – something that she has not totally dismissed anyway.
I can’t stress how much it sucks for both of us. We both have spouses – people that we do love deep down in our hearts – that refuse to satisfy the touching and communication that both desire. We used to have it with our mates – but something has changed and neither of us can pinpoint what the turning point was.
I suggested that she ask her husband, sometime NOT during a sexual moment – to write down what he would enjoy sexually. To be specific in his request – time of day, clothing, mood, location, position – everything. She would accommodate his request. Likewise, she should already have her request already written out and she should share it with him with the hopeful wish that he would accommodate her one day. She has tried asking him and has done things for him in the past that he says he wants to do, but they are at a wall sexually. She asked what my requests would be and I hate to say it – but EVERYTHING. If I catch an odd view of a breast, just seeing the outline of a thong through pants, being touched, being breathed on, all of this – I’m erection-city! There are things that I would like in addition and times I enjoy special ocassions – but I can honestly say that everything turns me on. She didn’t like my answer.
We left after a couple of hours. I went home to my quiet house. Wife was asleep, but restless. Her breathing was quick and loud and she was constantly stirring. She was moaning every now and then. I knew that because of the infection and the shower episode, she wasn’t going to do anything.
I went into the computer room, fired up the written and visual porn – and masturbated happily.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: frustration, masturbation, Self Pleasure, Spouses
Last night I couldn’t sleep. Something woke me up and I couldn’t get back to sleep. Sadly, I tend to fall asleep after sex at nighttime – especially when I’m a bit under the weather. It was to the point that I tried all I could to wake up my wife. She wasn’t having it. At this point I couldn’t think of anything but sex and my penis was very erect.
I went into the office, turned on the computer and pulled up some Halloween pictures that we had taken a couple years ago. She was dressed a Marilyn Monroe from the “Seven Year Itch” and the photos from that are pretty impressive. There’s a set of photos that pretty much do it for my – a set of me going down on her, a great action shot of my licking her, a beautiful one of her after a good licking – very moist and dripping, and a wonderful, full body, after sex shot. Needless to say, my release was quick. Fell right to sleep.
In the morining I was still feeling quite horny, I rolled over and found that she had already left the bed. A bit later I talked her into joining me in the shower. After explaining the night before while attempting to kiss the water from her nipples, she informed me that she has a ‘bladder infection’ and nothing was going to happen. At this point, my penis is very erect, I have a beautiful, naked lady in front of me and she’s not playing – literally. We both take care of the what you are supposed to do in the shower. I ask her to ‘help’ me by washing a particular part – wasn’t going to happen.
This is going to be a very frustrating day.
While on the topic of self pleasure – here’s my two cents’ worth on the matter. I used to subscribe to the thoughts that you will blow up – or meet some other dire end – if you do not ‘release’. That motivated most of my early masturbation. As I grow older – there are times that I just want to make sure everything still works.
There are those few times that I am just so ready to have sex and when I realize that it’s not going to happen – I take matters into my own hand.
I am a proud proponent of taking nude and pornographic photos of each other. I believe that the sole purpose of this is to have something to masturbate to later. Yes, you can just stroke your cock for no reason whatsoever. It’s not as much fun though. When you can look at pictures of you and your spouse fucking, sucking, dressed up, or otherwise having fun – it makes it more fun. I am not one who thinks that unmarried people should take pictures – nothing good will come from that. People break up and get mean. When you are married, it’s you and your spouse. Nothing wrong with that. If you divorce and the photos come back to haunt you – you can always just say that you were married. There’s no embarrassment in that. Okay, don’t take pictures wearing the other’s lingerie – nothing good could come from that.
Anyway, we have lots of pictures throughout the years. I really enjoy masturbating to those. It makes me remember the times and obviously from the pictures, we’re having fun. I do not feel any guilt towards masturbating to naked pictures of my wife.
I will occasionally peruse the photographic offerings of the world wide web. Although most of it makes me hard, I prefer to actually do the deed looking at pictures of my wife. It is rare that I’ll yank it to just a photo. I do sometimes feel like I’m ‘cheating’ if I crank one off to some random pictures. I really like reading erotic literature – but only the stuff that sounds more real. I’m not into the “My car broke down and the mechanic came and had to take off his overalls…”. The stuff that sounds realistic I like. It’s all probably made up.
Speaking of photos, here’s some things I like to take photos of. I really don’t like lingerie when you are making love. It’s not always soft. It’s usually really expensive. Those ‘outfits’ are rarely on long enough – maybe a few minutes and then I’m ripping them off. But, I like taking photos of the before shots. I really like the before and after shots. I also like random pictures during sex. The facial expressions are priceless. There’s some website of women’s facial expressions during orgasm that I think really sums up the reason I like them. Pure bliss.
If you want to do something fun during a dinner or some event. Take your camera (now camera phones) and take a picture of your erect penis in the bathroom. Then slip her the phone or camera and ask her to look through the pictures. It’s a great way to initiate something for later. I wish she would do the same to me, but as a guy, I really don’t need much initiation!
Photos are also a great equalizer to make yourself see your own body – and sometimes it’s faults. Seeing my naked blubberly ass from December’s photos really made me get more fit this year. I lost about 30 pounds, and started riding my bike. I still have some to go – but nothing like what I was last December!
As for videos. I’m not a fan of movies unless we’re watching them together. A guy really doesn’t need any extra stimulation. Just a simple kiss, a rub, a view of a naked breast – and I’m pretty much ready for action. Movies are kind of nice in between sessions. My latency period seems to be around 40 minutes, a movie can cut that to about 20 minutes but it has to be just right. I think that a good porn movie doesn’t have the 80’s synth background music and again – is a bit more ‘real’ rather than the staged stuff. Highlight reels. I think there’s money in that! Just show the ‘money shots’ – like 30 minutes of those. That is guy porn.
Anyway, that’s my view on porn. I don’t see how or why people pay for it – whether it be a magazine or online – there’s just so much free stuff out there. If you go online, just disable all your cookies, disable java, and clear your cache afterwards! I am amazed at people who spend hard earned money for pay sites. It doesn’t make sense.
I’ll tell you about my views on strip clubs later…
Filed under: Sexual History | Tags: Having Sex, Making Love, marriage, masturbation, Self Pleasure, Sex Observations, Sexual History
In looking at my current situation, I have to look back at my life. Mostly this is to see if I can see a pattern or to see if I can see possible reasons for my current situation.
We got married after our on-and-off relationship of about six years. We purchased a house and we were in love. Our lives revolved around eachother – as they should have. We traveled together, had our own jobs, shared friends, lives and got along. We talked all the time, told stories, laughed at jokes. Sex was wonderful and I recall it still being often after we got married. During this time we were less adventurous but always enjoyed it. My stamina had diminished quite a lot compared to my younger years. Knowing my limitations and using other methods – digitally or orally – I kept her happy and more willing to overlook any of my timing issues.
I remember thinking that masturbation would end with marriage. The frustration level actually got worse in that if your wife cockblocked you, what else were you going to do? I do remember that it happened much less frequently. This was the beginning of the internet porn availability so when I needed it, it was available.
Filed under: Sexual History | Tags: Friends, Having Sex, masturbation, naked hot tub party, Self Pleasure, Sexual History
In looking at my current situation, I have to look back at my life. Mostly this is to see if I can see a pattern or to see if I can see possible reasons for my current situation.
Around this time I moved into an apartment with another co-worker who had a regular girlfriend. Even with having a girlfriend, masturbation was still a regular occurrence. It didn’t help that I would listen to my roommate and his girlfriend going at it and I would masturbate to their noises. A bonus would be her walking to the kitchen to get a drink wearing little or nothing. One night, she walked into the kitchen where I was – with a raging hard-on from listening to them. She saw me, saw the hard-on and although acted surprised, didn’t run away – just smiled. I still remember that smile to this date. My roommate cheated on her and I couldn’t look her in the face any longer. It really started what was to be the ending of that apartment.
At work, I opened up another restaurant and like all restaurants – the party was always going on after work. It was around this time that I started doing cocaine. Drinking and coke went hand in hand. One night was the ‘Naked Hot Tub Party’. There was a waitress who was holding the party. I had known her for a while and we had been playful. She was about eight years older than I was and she was dating a high school friend of MY older brother. That night got crazy, needless to say and we ended up screwing all night – all over her apartment. I woke up that next morning to a phone call. Current girlfriend (SP2) was trying to find me – apparently I had called her several times during the night to try to get her to come join the party. Smartly, she had not. I remember SP3 answering the phone – totally asleep. She said “Who? Let me see if he’s here” then rolled over and handed me the phone. Nice. Girlfriend was not pleased. New partner thought it was funny and rolled over and we made love again. While sleeping off our hangovers – someone started banging on the door. We both thought it was her boyfriend, I seriously contemplated jumping from the third floor window. I honestly hid in the closet. She answered the door and I couldn’t hear what was going on but could tell it was another girl. They beelined towards the closet looking for something. It was another employee looking for her expensive panties that were in the closet – where I was. The funny thing is that this person became a partner later in life (SP5) – we always laughed at that. This incident pretty much ended the relationship with SP2 (can’t blame that) and SP3 just became drunk/coke sex when it was convenient for both us. She wanted it to be more, and I was convinced I could do better. She had large breasts but I had never known that because of the uniforms at work. That was a great surprise, and maybe foreshadowed what would become a recurring factor in my choices in women for a while. This was my first relationship where I would question the sanity of the other person. She would freak out about things, either thinking that I was sleeping around or upset if I didn’t call her back. Sex became rougher and more aggressive – not in a good way. It was the first time that I remember NOT having sex with someone who wanted me to. The funniest story that I remember is that we had sex one night and in the morning she came back from the bathroom and laughed and said ‘What, did someone slaughter a deer?” – she was having her period obviously and the white sheets were no longer white. I still remember that saying and moment.
SP3 Recap: She was a little too mental for me at that time. The drinking and drugs were starting to take their toll as well.
Filed under: Sexual History | Tags: Friends, Guy Rule, Having Sex, high school, masturbation, Self Pleasure, Sexual History
In looking at my current situation, I have to look back at my life. Mostly this is to see if I can see a pattern or to see if I can see possible reasons for my current situation.
My high school job was at a fast food restaurant – something that started my frustration of working with girls. Even in sad, polyester pants and tops, you couldn’t help to notice the girls who had filled out. There was an employee room downstairs where people would sometimes change but the hardest thing about being a male at this point in my life was the customers or people coming through drive-thru. There were always girls dressed like sluts, ladies showing too much cleavage in their cars. Marry this with the stupid movies such as Porky’s and that type – it was hard to be a teenage boy with all this going on. One of the store managers was ‘dating’ the cutest girl and they would be caught – often – having sex in the walk-ins. Needless to say, masturbation provided that release. If I had spent half the time I spent masturbating and had tried to actively find a girlfriend – probably would have been more successful in that department.
I changed jobs and went to work at a restaurant that was known for the tight/skimpy outfits on the girls and that the girls were not exactly ugly. I was in heaven. Girls would change in front me, adjust their pantyhose, fix bras – whatever. I think they did not necessarily do it on purpose – it was just part of life there. There were times that it may have been gratuitous – but it was harmless. We (the teenage guys) really enjoyed it.
My friends at school by this time were experimenting with sex and were having it. Condoms were still a thing that nobody liked – this was pre-AIDS scares. By Junior year (11th grade) pretty much everyone had had sex or at least convinced all the rest of us that they had. The general consensus was that it was fun, messy, and exciting. Alcohol was pretty much a part of everyone’s sex stories. I was the ‘virgin’ but my situation was rarely brought to light – I think it was a Guy Rule as well. Amongst ourselves, I would be teased, laughed at and at one time the guys were going to pitch in and get a hooker for me. In ‘public’ – it was not talked about.
At work, the older ladies did have fun ‘flirting’ with the young boys. There were some that acted upon their urges – nothing ever worked well for those relationships and mostly just meant that one of them would be leaving employment. I had started drinking quite a bit in the evenings and drinking with people from work was a regular occurrence. A few ‘possibilities’ presented themselves to me, but nothing real. I would have dates where we would make-out for HOURS. It’s amazing that our lips and mouths didn’t dry out from all the saliva. Copping a breast feel was a bonus, them rubbing our penis through our pants was even more cool. I think that all girls are taught how frustrating it makes the guys to tease us this way. We pretty much all would go home and jack-off afterwards. Making out in cars, in parks, in dimly lit family rooms with the parents upstairs – it’s pretty funny in retrospect.
