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Past Revisited

Posted by: Author: Age: 54 Posted on: 2 comments
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This morning was yet another morning spent reading from your contributors and watching videos online. After several hours of self-stimulaton, I put on a pair of my wife's panties and stroked myself until I shot a wonderfully powerful load of cum into them! Great fun! What brings me to write are the thoughts that crossed my mind as I read your stories and watched folks act out their fantasies, and as I stroked my cock. Without bragging, my dick has enjoyed an interesting array of orgasms over the past 40+ years, some of which bring fond memories and others make me cringe. One memory that makes me cringe is how, when I was around 13 or 14, I coerced a boy (Nells) who was a couple of years younger into being my j/o buddy. Nells lived just a few houses away from mine, and he was a pudgy, blonde haired boy with a very nice, hairless cock. For reasons that escape me now, we would most often go beneath a bridge on a pretty busy street that was fairly close to home, and it was under the bridge that we would stroke each other like the horny little boys that we were. Oh, how we would have the double excitement of being naked under the bridge, clearly visible to anyone on either side, with cars and trucks rumbling overhead while doing everything to one another that our devious minds could conjur up. We rubbed and stroked each other's dicks to mind-numbing climaxes on a nearly daily basis. We continued to be jack buds until he moved away. Another j/o bud that I truly loved was Chuck. Chuck was also younger by a year or two than I, and blonde. Since Chuck and I attended different schools and lived several blocks apart, as soon as I arrived home from school I would check in with my mother and head for Chuck's. There was nothing that Chuck and his long, thin, uncircumcised dick wouldn't do for pleasure which pretty much matched my own philosophy at the time. I really loved his dick, and stroked it as often as possible. Like Nells, Chuck didn't have much hair on his balls, so one of our great delights was to lie on the floor in the 69 position while stroking each other's stiff dicks. We would fondle one another for what seemed like hours before we would have our jack off standoff. The standoff called for us to face each other and either stroke our own members or, (my favorite) Chuck would stroke mine and I would pump his to see whose cock would spurt cum first. At the time, I was the proud winner of cumming first most of the time, a trait that I now wish I didn't have, but still do. Nells and I are both married now, and have been for several years. Chuck, on the other hand, became an avowed homosexual. I could have easily followed suit but for one particular incident that I now remember so well--and something I wish would happen once more. Chuck and I were in my room when I was about 16 or so, and he had the idea of sitting on my bed and tending to my hardness. My mind was just thinking wonderful thoughts of how good Chuck's hands felt on my cock and scrotum when he suddenly engulfed my entire stiff dick in his mouth. Heretofore, all of my jack off buds had pretty much been just that, and even though Chuck and I had so often tasted one another's maleness, we had an unspoken pact not to cum in the other's mouth. Having by this time been stroking each other for well more than a year, Chuck knew me and my dick very well, and he knew that an orgasm was eminent. Instead of standing up for our usual jack off standoff, Chuck put his hands on my naked ass and pressed me to him in a manner that I could not escape. I had never in my life felt such an incredible sensation as I came with a truly ferocious orgasm--certainly my most memorable! Chuck did not spill a drop of my jiz, but then he wanted me to return the favor. I am sorry to say that I could not do it--a decision that I have rethought and regretted ever since. If only Chuck were standing before me just now . . . The last regret that I will share today has to do with a man who lived about a block away. Mike would tells us guys in the neighborhood bawdy stories and give us some beer every now and then. One afternoon I was listening to Mike share stories and drinking some of his beer when he sort of showed me where his stash of Playboy magazines were. At any rate, I saw them and began flipping through the pages to the photos of the naked women with the fantastic bodies. My ever ready dick was stiff in a flash, and Mike noticed. Of course, that was most likely his plan from the beginning, but the beer and the Playboy had broken down whatever inhibitions I may have had. Mike showed me where his jar of vaseline was, and the next thing I know Mike was lubing my hard cock with plenty of goo and stroking it masterfully! I came with huge gushes of sperm shooting from the engorged purple head of my dick all over Mike's hand and onto my legs. He didn't ask for anything in return, and I do not recall ever even seeing his cock, soft or hard. Mike moved away before anything else happened. I went to his new house a few months later after I discovered where it was, but he wasn't home and I didn't go back. So, there you have some of the memories of a lifelong stroker! Enjoy!

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