Just recently read a story from a young lady who told of a great looking guy who was a dud in bed, fell asleep after, so she finished herself off. Some of the comments went on to say she should have shown him how she liked it to give him an idea of how to please her. My thought was how things have changed since I was young.
My first masturbation and orgasm was when I was young and was completely unintentional. I only realized what I had done after frantically searching through my encyclopedia. I discovered what I had done was known as SELF ABUSE as well of being informed it was a PERVERSION…and of course as a Catholic, I would be burning in hell for all eternity if I died snd hadn’t confessed. But damn, it felt so good and I couldn’t stop, so had to accept that I was a pervert. (In confession I got a bye by saying I touched myself in an impure manner to got me out of hell, in spite of the fact I was a pervert).
It would be several years till I had my 1st date, who became my first love and my first sexual intercourse. We had sex because, in my mind, we truly loved each other and would marry one day. When I left for Viet Nam, it was her letters and the thought of your life together, that kept me going. When said her and her mother would meet me in Japan during my R&R, I knew that within 3 months we would be engaged and would soon marry. With Christmas coming, I got an early out, not only from Nam but from the Army. I was going home free. I called from the airport to surprise her, however I was the one who had the surprise. Her mom answered and told me to please come home, I was sure something horrible had happened to her, perhaps a car accident. It was actually a relief to hear she had married 3 days earlier and was gone on her honeymoon. She was OK. I was 19 at the time.
Within 3 months I turned 20 and had been with with 8 or 9 women. I was feeling a bit better about myself (the fact that I used the money I had saved for our first home to buy a hot sports car no doubt helped my popularity and my love life…haha).
As luck would have it, in spite of feeling like a stud, my closest friends were all married. I was a bit of an outsider with their wives since I was always with different women and they didn't want their husbands being around my 'bad influence'. So, after being home for several months having fun, I met a girl and ended up marrying her. Unlike my childhood sweetheart, I wasn’t in love with her, but it seemed to be the thing to do and I believed I could grow into love.
Marriage did have it's advantages, including regular sex. Since we WERE married I felt comfortable trying new things. I wanted her to know I masturbated, (something I always kept secret), and in turn wanted her to masturbate and tell me her fantasies. In our 2 1/2 year marriage I learned a lot about women.. When it was over, I learned so much more, including what is was like too be a single dad.
I had seen a lot before the age of 23, but it wold only be a simple chapter in comparison to what lay ahead of me…
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