Liz, your remembered times with young men during those earlier years struck a similar remembrance with me.
We were 17 and my girl was gorgeous, long black hair, a trim figure to die for and she liked me. Intercourse was out of the question so we played often in the front seat of my parents car, the windows in the winter steamed heavily from our panting good times. What I liked best was Connie in a reclining position on the passenger side while I leaned over and we tongue kissed. I slid my hand slowly up her skirt and my rock hard cock almost exploded in my pants when I felt her wet silky panty crotch. I loved to use my forefinger to slowly bring her to exstacy, then backing off until she cooled, then doing it again. While I clung to her I felt every wonderful quiver of her building tension as though it were my own, savouring every gasp she made as I caressed her very wet pussy, and teased her stiffened clit, being careful just to tease it softly while she almost screamed her desire for more, then taking her to the top and loving it how she jerked, gasped, squirted, rapidly jerking her hips in the throbbing of her orgasmic pleasure. At those times my cock surely was drooling down my legs with joy for her.
After her pleasure she insisted on giving me mine. I lay back as she took my steel stiff cock out very carefully. Usually my pitifully small handkerchief was laid above it on my lap as she crawled over me to deep tongue me, her dress up and her panty-clad pussy pushed against my thigh where she slowly dry fucked my leg as she played with my stiffened cock.
Her hand felt so erotic and she knew the moves I loved. In mere moments she had me bucking and arching as my cum shot far over my hanky, onto my shoulders and just kept throbbing and shooting that way. It was always a real blaster and she got off multiple times on my leg jacking me off that way.
Today, as my wife, we still do it in bed. Now I hold off until I bring her to her biggest one and time my own through her active hand on my cock until we both are shooting our juices all over ourselves and our towel. My cum seems as strong as ever and I need release as much as she does no later than every other night. Not bad, since we are now both in our seventies. And I swear it can't feel any better now than it did at 17 and in my case anyway the gusher still squirts it out hot and heavy. Incidentally, one day I jacked off for several hours holding back just below the climax as I watched videos of one young girl after another masturbate themselves to climax. When I finally let myself shoot off with one of the young beauties my orgasm never seemed to stop. When I looked down at the newspapers I had spread on the floor in front of me, a two foot square puddle of cum there looked like a puppy had wet all over the thing. Talk about feeling great, it darn near stopped my heart. But now I have those daily orgasms reading letters like yours and visualizing myself in your eager hands jacking me to heaven as I spray us both with you know what. Warm wasn't it?