Well, let’s be realistic here, it lasted more than my teenage years. 😦
The title of this post is a shout out to two of my favorite B-movies, “I Was A Teenage Werewolf” and “I Was A Teenage Monster” Personally, I think my story is much more scary!
People ask us how we can keep the flames burning after all these years. Well, a vivid imagination helps. Mine was forged in my grade school years when no girl would give me the time of day, let alone go out with me. I was painfully shy back then (hell, I still am) and had trouble keep a conversation up with a girl, let alone ask them out. When I did ask them out, I was met with crushing defeat. So, I had to improvise. “Left hand, meet right hand,” and the rest is history!
My main source of masturbatory fun, other than classmates and teachers, was Penthouse. The Forum and Variations columns were great fuel for my mind. The Letters section was beyond doubt my favorite reading. Thanks to a genial smoke shop owner, I was able to purchase my mags and masturbate away. Guess what? I’m not blind, nor are my palms hairy!
When I did get my first girlfriend, in high school, we really didn’t do much other than kiss and feel one another up. Oh, I did get some quality breast sucking in (in public a few times too!) but I didn’t push her to touch me and she didn’t feel the need. Oh, but in my fantasies, well, that was quite another story. My imagination had us doing everything and anything, including other people. Unfortunately, this kind of set me up to come rather quickly. The fantasies were so real, I got over excited. This carried on through my life, up until 2000, when I had my breakdown.
DAG and I were each other’s firsts. Unfortunately for her, I was quick on the trigger. Oh, I tried oral and manual stimulation with her but never did get her off. Imagine that, your first lover can’t make you come, even though it’s exciting and thrilling. Me? Oh damn, she’d make me come in my pants just by rubbing me through my jeans. Many were the night when I walked home with a load of come in my shorts, courtesy of her fingertips. Not to take away from my failure, but I think she was very tense about what we were doing. She never could relax and just let things happen. She tried to fake one for me once, but I could tell. She was also very ticklish. Every time I tried to orally pleasure her, she would laugh and have to push me off. Damn ticklish clit! I should have tried harder.
Then TW came along. She was a walking wet dream. I allowed things to go slowly and TW matured very nicely. We really didn’t start fooling around until almost 3 months had passed in our relationship. Of course, my fantasy life (and my right and left hands) was quite busy. My fantasies usually included X, TW’s older sister and even DAG. Boy, the four of us had a nice time in my head. Needless to say, I was quite the dork back then so when time came to consummate our relationship, once again, Mr. M-D was quick on the draw. This time there was a difference though. TW’s clit was not ticklish and she was the happy recipient of many tongue lashing, body thrashing orgasms. So, my being quick on the draw wasn’t as detrimental to our happiness.
As our relationship progressed, my fantasy life kept up as well. Damn, it seemed I was making myself come daily. I was afraid I was going to run out of sperm someday, that’s how often I’d jerk myself off. Luckily, TW was also providing several nice places for me to come. There was her mouth, her tits, her face, I did it everywhere. I was still quick on the draw but not so much as before. Because I could pleasure TW orally, I was able to take breaks every now and then so I didn’t come as quickly as before. However, once I started fucking her cunt, it was pretty much all over. Thankfully, TW came fairly quickly so she got off before I did.
That’s the way things were up until 2000. That year, my depression finally caught up with me and I had a breakdown. TW convinced me to get on meds and, after 3 months or so, things became better. There was a great side affect to getting on Zoloft. I no longer was quick on the trigger. In fact, I found out, much to my and TW’s great joy, that I could fuck for a very long time and not have to come. Even though I was fucking all three of her sisters, along with TW, in my mind, the Zoloft seemed to take the edge off. My fantasy life was back in full swing. I could fantasize about fucking TW, her sisters, my co-workers, teachers I had in school (all the way back to grade school), classmates, etc.
You’ll notice that TW gets mentioned in each of those scenarios. That’s because, no matter who I fantasize about, TW is always there with me. Granted, she might be tied up to a chair and forced to watch, but she’s always present. Since the day I met her, she’s always in my mind. Thankfully, she’s always in my bed as well. We have a lot of fun together and even fantasize together. We’ll be fucking and we’ll be telling each other a story about her being gang banged or being forced to suck off a policeman or two (or three or four…) I think that has been the key to our success. We’re able to tell one another what, or who, is on our minds. Open communication has been the key to our success, both in and out of bed.
It seems simple enough doesn’t it? It’s not always that easy, sometimes it’s painful and hurtful. Maybe TW and I were just lucky enough to find one another. I know my life has changed for the better since I met her. Maybe we were meant to be together, I don’t know. I just thank whatever god there is that she came into my life.
As for my premature ejaculation, well, that’s a thing of the past. I don’t know if it’s healthy or not, but I can hold out for a week or more these days. Of course, when I do come, TW gets a very large, very hot load of come to either swallow or wear. I still fantasize on a regular basis but not as much as I used to. Maybe I’m getting old, or, maybe TW’s slowly but surely fulfilling those fantasies I’ve had over the years. All I know is I’m having a hell of a lot of fun and looking forward to much more in the years to come.
On a sad note: I read today that my current favorite Friday night fantasy got engaged. JL Hewitt got engaged. Damn it! I was hoping she would move to Utah with TW, TW’s sisters and I after our kids left the nest, where we would live the live I’ve always fantasized about. Sex for everyone! Damn!
UPDATE: Today’s downblouse shot courtesy of TT (formerly just T) I had to work on something for her and, luckily for me, she was wearing a nice, cleavage baring blouse. I stood next to her chair and got a very nice view down that wonderful top. Thank you TT! G is in a turtle neck today, hopefully it’s not permanent addition to her wardrobe.