Back in the Kennedy era, it wasn’t easy for a 17-year-old male, going
to a good school in an upper-middle-class suburb, to lose his virginity.
Not without having to pay. Kids these days,… God, listen to the old
geezer! Kids in the ’90s who haven’t fucked on the second date probably
figure they’ve screwed up (so to speak). And that may have been the
case in L.A. or Greenwich Village when I was a teenager — but certainly
not on the north side of San Antonio.
That decade held world-changing surprises for all of us, but at its
beginning things still moved slowly and cautiously. Call me a fogy, but
teenagers in the ’60s and ’70s gained sexual liberation at the cost of
The Locker Room Liars Club used the classic baseball metaphors in
describing their alleged successes on dates. “First base” meant the
girl had allowed [ ...continue reading "Getting It Right" ]
The first two months of my junior year in college, back in 1975,
promised a pretty boring winter ahead. My semi-girlfriend of the previous
spring had transferred to another school. My classes were nearly all
“have-to-takes” and its difficult for a History major to work up
enthusiasm for Botany and German Lit. My first two years’ grades had been
pretty good — that was a principal condition in keeping my on-campus job
– but I had a dismal premonition that I would really have to concentrate
to maintain my GPA. Moreover, my job assignment that fall was 20 hours a
week in the library’s Government Documents Department — also a guaranteed
yawner. And on top of everything else, by the first of October the
usually dependable North Texas weather had turned consistently gray and
rainy. You could almost feel the depression rate rise on campus.
Then a possible distraction arrived in the form [ ...continue reading "Discovery" ]
I was probably like any other seventeen year old when I was growing up, seemingly aways having to fight off a hard-on. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was because I was still a virgin, but my almost daily jack-off sessions didn’t seem to help much. I still wanted to experience the feeling of my dick actually plunging into some beautiful young girl’s tight, wet cunt. Hell, she didn’t even have to be all that beautiful!
This feeling was driving me crazy. I HAD to have me a piece of ass soon, or I was simply gonna explode! I just couldn’t keep out the thoughts of some young girl’s pointed, jiggling tits slipping between my lips while my dick plowed between her moist slit.
My imagination, summer bikinis, and dad’s PENTHOUSEs helped me to fill out my favorite fantasies of what the girls in my classes looked like naked. Those vivid images [ ...continue reading "My first lay……" ]
We begin …
Chapter 1: ==========
I was 15 when I first set foot inside the halls of Dennison High School. Fifteen — the time at which the cruel joke which mother nature plays on adolescents is at its maximum effect, namely sexual urge and hormone production!
It was driving me crazy. In the morning before I’d go off to school I’d have to relieve myself in the shower. In the middle of the night I’d have to clean up after a wet dream. Yet, still I could hardly keep it down as I went from one class to the next, staring at everything in skirts, even the more or less ordinary-looking femmes. Maybe, in addition to the pressure of hormones, it was a pheromonal effect — just the SMELL of anything female was enough to give me a large problem. Whew!
Today, there are a lot of “growing up” movies, like Porky’s and [ ...continue reading "Adventures of Marvin Finster" ]
Chapter 1. My Baby and Me
Fucking my Wife for Crowds
This is a bunch of “books” about me, a guy who fucked his wife for show in front of guys. I’ll call them books, but I’ll never publish them as real books. They’re only for a very a special public, written by a guy who’s not a “writer”. There’s stuff here I’d like to share with a very unusual, a very small, a very special audience. Guys who are older, like I am. Guys who were raised in more conventional, much more inhibited times in the past, when women were “nice”. Most especially, I think this stuff would “get” to a certain kind of guy, get to him in the guts; someone like me, with an exhibitionist screw loose in his head.
I’ve got this funny, uncomfortable, weird and freaky “thing” in my head. I’d like to know that I’m talking to [ ...continue reading ""Fucking my Wife for Crowds" Eileen – 1" ]