Sexual Ignorance?

One night my mother was knitting. We were alone. I was probably in 6th grade. She was talking and asking me how things were going. Then she said, "Does your penis get hard." "Yes." And that was the end of the Birds and Bees. My mother knew I got hard. She never asked me if I wanked or jacked off. I did. And I had wet dreams--and even wet dreams on Sunday afternoon napping. And I would lie naked in the bathroom, rubbing my little cock on the tiled floor, and having a puddle of cum under me. I came on the bathroom floor. And my boyfriend taught me how to get hard and have sex play with him, slipping my little cock between his tight legs, sliding under his scrotum until I had a first wet orgasm with him. He would be on top, and do the same to me, my cock under his facing belly. We shared this sex until he went into high school. Then I was on my own. I still did not know what a pussy looked like or how to get into it. I only listened to his stories. Then once we had a girl on the bed with us. I had my hand on her little breasts. And then she let me get into her panties. Down I went and felt her bush and got one finger into a place I had never been. I just touched the small entrance. But I knew nothing else about going into her. She asked if she could touch me. Now here is where I really missed an opportunity. I could have had my first feel by a girl. I did not let it happen. So, I worked it by hand, spilling seed into the sink and toilet for years, seeing pictures of women, but not the up close intimate pics. No Internet. Just luck to get a feel at a dance maybe in high school. In college I had two or three girl friends, but we talked about sex--and I had blue balls and pre-cum undies; but we never had sex. DAMN! If I knew then.... So, I married a virgin. I was a virgin. Our wedding night was a disaster: too much champagne; too much rubbing. I could not get the dam hardon in where it was supposed to go. And we fell asleep. The next day, however, on our honeymoon, in the motel, we were both sober, naked, and had raging hormones. She reached down, and guided me into her. I did not know what to do, though I remembered how my boyfriend taught me. She raised her legs (I have fond and accurate memories of this next part) and I slid into my new/only wife. Two or three pushes and a gasp as I came inside her. (I am getting wet telling this story now.) She grabbed my penis. It was lovely. And she continued to grab it for years as we had sex. But here is what I can tell about ignorance. We were married over a year before I read the book Candy--and went down on my wife. I had never known about muff diving or cunnilingus. She came, and again. A year later, perhaps, I had her mouth on my penis. My first blow job. But she does not like pre-cum, and will never accept cum in her mouth. On her belly? On her breasts? Well, that took a while. She asked me to masturbate, show her how I did it. We had been married nine years before I took my cock in my hand, in the bathtub, and she watched me rub one out, spurting from a 29-year-old dick, onto my chest. Since then I was able to masturbate on her, in her, around her--but not into the mouth. And no one ever taught us about The Wet Spot. Or cum running down her crack, or creampies. So. Enough for now as I bring the story to a close. I have been horny since my mother saw my first baby erection, as I saw my sons' when I changed their diapers. We made babies, my wife and I. We humped and fucked and screwed and all that. When I was away at school, we fucked like minks on my at-home weekends. Everywhere in the house where the kids were not. But, sad to say, I have been catching up on so much sex on the Internet, in Wikipedia (with great naked erections, and cum, and vaginas/pussies) The kids of today are really better off. I read these stories here in the Forum about being fifteen and having sex. If I could do it over again, I would have done more with my boyfriend, probably wanting to have him suck me off. I would have let the girl see me and make me cum. All missed opportunities. I want that hand on my cock, those lips around the head of my penis. Now my sex life is slowing down. But I do love to watch hard erect cocks cum, and good sex and mutual masturbation. I still have a sex life, by hand and sometimes by her hand. And that holds me over--until next time.