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75 and Still At It

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75 and still at it!
Reading what other contributors have submitted served at least two purposes. First, some of these got me so hard that I was able wank on three consecutive days when I thought that the tanks were empty and blood pressure tablets had taken away my ability. Thanks to you all especially those gallant women whose touch (??) adds such spice.
Second, it prompts me to make an offering of my own. I was born in London in 1924 and remember thinking in infants school (aged 5 or 6) that because such a fuss was being made about separate toilets etcetera, that there had to be a fundamental difference between boys and girls and I was "addicted" from that moment on.
Several years later, in a local church, there was a facility for children to read improving books without any adult supervision. It was here that several older girls (9 or 10 year olds) persuaded me to show them my cock. They promised to reciprocate but, of course, would not when the time came.
At 13 on the way home from school some of my mates were talking about "rubbing up" and I asked what they meant. It was explained that if I rubbed away at my cock it would produce spunk with an amazing feeling. "What about the mess?" I asked. "Oh! its stainless" they assured me.
So I tried it and left the juice on my pajamas. Followed a fearsome interview with my father. I started to learn to approach the world in a precautionary fashion.
A word here about all those who threatened hairs on the palm, stunted growth, Hell fire and damnation together with an accumulation of guilt that was worse than a month of wet Sundays. At least they provided me with the enormous enjoyment of naughtiness. I still slip off with great relish to a few (paid) contacts some of whom add lustre to the shining moments by talking really dirty.
This is all just rolling from the machine without any structure so I apologise for its rambling form.
At one time when I was in my 40s, I worked with a girl who was an Irish Catholic and very demure. The company we worked for was abominable but the people were nice. Upon an occasion I had urgent need for some letters to be typed and she agreed to do them. Feeling gratefull I said that I would buy her a drink some time and was amazed when she said that she would take me up on that. Went home with her and we were fumbling and experimenting when she suddenly said that if we were going to, we had better take some precautions. Since she was Catholic this meant that I had to break open the French letters I carried before we fucked and both came simultaneously.
A great friendship followed. We were able to talk about sex and find several happy little incidents. She told me of her school days and girls sitting around in a circle having frigging competitions. Though up till then that only boys did that sort of thing. I remember standing on the porch of her home (she lived with family) and asking if she wanted to see me wank off. Absolutely fascinated ,she eagerly agreed and so I undid my coat front and proceeded to rub away and produced, in time, a great spurt that travelled yards into brickwork. After that we would demonstrate to each other. She was the first girl I had seen stroking and her technique was a press and release action of her middle finger, never seen any other lass use the same movement.
When I moved jobs, I lost touch with her but remember her with so much affection and would like to meet up with her again.
Will conclude here for the moment although you can imagine there is much more to tell.
Capt. Shaker -- Ivor Robert Jones



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