I used the title for this journal on a previous journal under a different user name, so, if it seems familiar, it probably is. Where to begin?
Let’s start today. I’m 43 years old, very overweight (about 270 lbs.) but I wear it well. If you view me from the front or the back, I don’t look bad. Oh, but if you catch me from the side, HOLY SHIT! I’m a porker! Lack of mid section workouts, lots of pop and the fact that I over portion my meals gives me that soft Michelin Man look. That and the total lack of exercise. Anyway, I’m fortunate enough the my sex drive overcomes all my weighty issues. My sex drive and The Wife’s (TW) I’ve got one hot momma on my hands folks. She’s everything I wanted in a wife. Sexy, hot, smart and she swallows! You can’t beat that!
We both love sex, all kinds of it, as often as we can get it. We’ve been married almost 22 years now. We have three kids, LB (Lacrosse Boy, our oldest), SC (Satan’s Child, no explanation necessary on this one is there?), and LP (Little Princess) TW (The Wife) and I have been very fortunate in that the kids are well behaved, smart and we haven’t had to kill any of them…..yet. The dog on the otherhand, well, that’s another story.
Back in 2000, TW and I decided that we’d been neglecting our sexual needs. We took a look back and realized that we were making love maybe once or twice a week, not nearly enough to keep the fires going. One of our New Year’s resolutions was to make love as often as we could. That first year, except for when she was on her period, we made love just about every damn day. Sometimes, we hit it two or three times a day. Talk about fun! We went at it like newlyweds, only more so.
Now, your going, the fat man is sexing it up? How the hell can that happen? He must have a GIANT cock! Yeah, that’s it, he’s hung like the proverbial horse. Nope, I’m not. I top out at 6.5″ My biggest sex organ is my brain. Or as Spongebob would put it, my “Imagination” (don’t forget to do the rainbow hand movements).
I’ve always had a vivid sex fantasy life. I became aware sometime in the sixth grade that my hands could bring me great pleasure. Oh, and they did. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over, well, you get the idea. I fantasized about teachers, classmates, moms in the neighborhood, neighbors, more classmates. My dick was like a fountain, constantly providing a stream of cum courtesy of my hands.
I’ve been able to keep that imagination intact throughout my years and it’s still very vivid to this day. The only difference is, I don’t have to jerk off as much as I used to. I have a wife who swallows.