Our hero explores the joys of masturbation as a student
This was the days of pre-internet. The setting: a small private liberal arts college in rural Wisconsin. A tiny student body. I lived in the dorms and had no roommate freshman year (for a separate side story about why, see the end of this). Finally, I was alone and did not need to hide or rush my masturbation!
My cock was in its glory days! Long and hard for hours on end. It took nothing to get an erection or maintain it. I had access to Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition: Elle and Paulina and Kathy and Christie!! Oh my these women were incredibly sexy to me. I had some pinned to my wall along my bed. I could laze and stroke at my convenience and often did. I also had a life sized poster of Marilyn Monroe on the back of my door. I could lock my door and sit in front of it and jerk to my heart's content.
Back then I did not know the terms edging or gooning. I did not try eating my cum or taste my precum. I did not try a finger up my ass. I wish I had. Later on I got a copy of Nancy Friday's book, My Secret Garden. Now I had women's true bate fantasies for fuel. One woman used cake batter to coax her dog to lick her sweet pussy to heaven. Another woman serviced her sons. My brain was swimming in sex. My cock felt strong and hard in my hand. My orgasms were epic. I would jerk and then doze and jerk again. My legs were lean and powerful.
I miss those days. Vanilla yes but very erotic for me.
(Bonus: I learned the summer before college my intended roommate was from Pakistan. I studied up on the country to prepare. when I arrived at school there was no roommate. About a week or so later I was summoned to the dean of students who wanted to know if I had heard from him. I had not. apparently he left Pakistan with the tuition money and never went to college!)
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