A Long Time Ago

When I was 15 (this was in the late 1960's) I had a girlfriend whose best friend was my best friend's girlfriend.  Mark and I used to go over to Pam's (names changed) every Friday night and sometimes Saturday.  Her parents would leave us alone in the basement and never came down to bother us.  We would listen to music, play pool, and eventually get down to sitting on the love seats and making out.  Sometimes the making out would go on for as much as two hours, kissing and sucking tongues, with the occasional feel of a tit through the clothes.  Always with me having a constant erection.  At that time in our world "good girls" would have nothing to do with an erection, and it would totally be ignored, just concentrating on tongue sucking, and so on.  There was the huge fear of "going all the way" what with pregnancy and all, so there was no acknowledgement of that constant erection.

I always went home with the dreaded case of blue balls, and once home the first thing I would do was masturbate to relieve that problem.  I have always wondered how life might have turned out if hand jobs would have been considered as an option.  Those were the days.