Friday, December 30, 2005

Happy Fucking New Year!

New Year's Eve is probably my least favorite night of the whole fucking year! Oh when I was a young stud (many moons ago!) I thought I just had to be out there with the other fools, getting drunk, making noise and acting stupid. I thought people who stayed home that night were real party poopers! By the age of 30 I had wised up and decided it was indeed a good night to stay home and play with my weenie, or if I was lucky have someone play with my weenie for me. Nothing wrong with a nice juicy blow job or a fuck to end the year with either. I should be so lucky!

I hate all of the goddamn noise! The horns, the firecrackers and especially those macho jerks shooting off their damn guns! I hate all the loud mouthed drunks, many of them quite obviously just pretending they are having fun and ending the evening heaving chunks all over the sidewalk or other New Year's Eve revelers! I hate to even be out in the road with all those goofy drunk drivers! I also hate the fact that another year has ended and I am one year closer to the grave! That's probably why the only celebrating I do on New Year's Eve is having a couple of large shots of Jack Daniels and then having one final jack off experience for the year. I then put my ear plugs in and go to bed early, hoping I can sleep through all that obscene noise at midnight. In the morning, I'll wake up glad to be in a new fucking year and wishing I'd laid off that fucking Jack Daniels! Hey Happy New Year Y'all!

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

When Jacking Off Really Feels Good!

For various reasons mostly due to the holidays, I haven't had the chance to enjoy a good jack off session for nearly a week. For me that's an almost unbearably long "dry spell"! Finally last night when my dick got hard when I pulled it out in the bathroom to take a piss I knew it was time to "take care of business" and Oh My God did that jack off feel good! Nothing like missing a few days to really make masturbation extra enjoyable. Of course the longer, more powerful ejaculation at the end combined with the release of all that built up sexual tension is what makes it such a rush. Yeah that's really me jerking off in the pictures above. At my age I have no shame! The pics are actually still frames from a self made video I shot many years ago but I think they illustrate the pleasures of jacking off and having a powerful ejaculation better than any I could find on line.

When I was a teenager I jacked off almost every day, sometimes two or three times in a day. It never occurred to me to take a break for a few days to "charge my battery" for a more rewarding total masturbation experience. I guess the first time that I had any reason to take a break from daily jacking off in my younger years was when I joined the Army and I didn't get any privacy for the first four weeks of Basic Training, not even a private toilet stall in the barracks to whack off in. Four weeks with no chance to jack off for a horny 18 year old like me was not good news!  Fortunately the Army kept be so busy and so fatigued I barely had the chance to think about pussy or beating my meat. There were rumors the Army was putting "saltpeter" in our food to keep our weenies from standing at attention but I later found out that was just a myth.

I still remember how good it felt when I finally had the chance to relieve all that built up sexual tension which happened when I got sucked off by a Mexican whore in Salinas on a weekend pass at the end of the forth week. The end result was the mother of all ejaculations! SPLURT!!! Oh did that blasting off in that Chiquita's mouth feel good! It was like a volcano erupting, definitely the most explosive sexual climax of my life, something I'll never forget. Only the evening I discovered the great sport of jacking off was more memorable but that was pre-puberty so it only ended in a dry climax. A sloppy wet one is better, especially in a warm feminine mouth!

In my mid twenties for some stupid reason that I don't even remember now (maybe it was to try to have a wet dream!) I decided to see how long I could go without jacking off. That experiment lasted for about three weeks. By then I was mentally undressing every woman I saw on the street (come to think of it, that's normal activity for me!), getting a hard on every time I took my dick out to piss and just feeling super horny 24/7. I was driving down a country road one day, started thinking about pussy and said "Fuck this shit!" I pulled my car over to the side of the road, whipped out my throbbing cock and jacked it off then and there! It didn't take long until I flooded the floor! Oh did that ejaculation feel good too! It was back to daily jerking after that! I can see why not being able to get sexual release drives those Catholic priests bonkers!

After that silly experiment, it wasn't until about midway through my thirties that I had the will power to even skip a day of jerking off. I definitely noticed the positive difference, in particular the more powerful climaxes, if I took a short break and now I seldom masturbate every day. Of course as we get older, nature sort of decreases the desire for most of us anyway. Now I like to skip a couple days between jerk offs. A couple days is about all that I can take even at my age (65) though. Rarely do I go as long as a week but maybe I should do so more often. Maybe I'll make jacking off a weekends only thing. That will for sure make the weekends even more something to look forward to! Then again, maybe I won't! A week is too damn long to go without jacking off for me, even if it feels so damn good when you finally do get that sexual relief. Last night's cum eruption wasn't quite as impressive as the two I previously mentioned, but it was pretty damn close! Oh did it feel GOOD! Hey thanks for reading, see you next time!

Monday, December 26, 2005

Caught by the Maid!

Have you ever been caught in the nude or engaged in a sex act (jacking off, eating pussy, being sucked off, fucking or whatever) by a hotel or motel maid? I don't know what made me think of this subject but since I did let me blog about it since I have nothing else on my feeble and dirty mind this morning!

When I was in my early 30's, I was on a cross country road trip by myself. I checked into a motel in Needles California on a hot summer afternoon. It was hot and and uncomfortable in the room so I took off all of my clothes and laid on the bed while I watched TV and drank a beer. Something on the TV must have made me horny. As you probably know by now it doesn't take much to do  that! Any female clothed or unclothed past the stage of puberty will usually do the trick! Whatever it was on the TV that gave me a stiff dick, I decided to have a little afternoon jack off session. I was whacking it pretty good and close to cumming when all of the sudden the door opened and a tall young Mexican maid started to walk in. I still remember the shocked look on her face!

I didn't have anything close by to cover up with. My clothes were all on a chair across the room. I tried to cover my boner up with my hand but there was no way! She stared for what seemed like several seconds and then closed the door without saying a word. A minute later there was a knock on the door. I got up, quickly put my pants on and opened it. She apologized and told me she thought the room was vacant and needed making up. I said it was okay but she should knock first. I noticed she glanced down at my crotch where I still had quite a bulge and then she turned and walked away and I closed the door. She truly had a look in her eyes that made me strongly suspect that she was sexually aroused, like she wanted to fuck! In retrospect I should have invited her in or attempted to make a date for later! The very least I should have done was to finish what have started...kept jacking off until I shot my heavy load all over my stomach. I think she would have watched my little show until it's...uh...climax! Alas I'm too much of a gentleman (really I am!) to put on a vulgar show like that though!
I couldn't believe what a rush it was to have been caught jacking off by that maid! The only other previous time that I got caught was when my younger sister Karen walked in on me sitting naked on the toilet and whacking off when we were both teenagers and that was of course a total embarrassment. This was different though...unexpectedly getting caught jerking by a stranger! I wasn't embarrassed at all this time, only extremely turned on! My throbbing cock was about to bust out of my pants!  I pulled my pants off again and got back on the bed and finished what I had started, this time fantasizing what it would be like to fuck that young maid or to be sucked off by her. Oh what a rush and what a powerful ejaculation! From that day forward I have been sexually turned on big time by fantasies of being caught by the maid naked with a boner or better yet doing something nasty with that boner!

A couple of years later, me and a girlfriend were in a motel room in Southern California. As I was enjoying an afternoon fuck with my girlfriend on top I saw the door open and a middle aged African American maid started to come in. The door was behind my girlfriend and she didn't even realize what was happening. I could see the maid silently mouth the word "Oh!" and I just smiled at her. She closed the door most of the way but I could see she was still peeking through a crack. That REALLY turned me on and made the rest of the fuck a real rush. She watched the whole remainder of our sex show and only closed the door completely when my girlfriend started to get off me and my still oozing cum hard on. I then told my girlfriend what happened but she was not amused. She thought we should turn the maid in! It took a lot of persuasion on my part to talk her out of that notion. Just like the time in Needles, I had been extremely aroused by the whole experience of being caught with my pants down and my dick out...or should I say in this case dick "in"?

Still later, just a few years ago, I was in Winnipeg, Canada laying on my hotel bed, my cock exposed while enjoying a late evening jack off when there was a knock on the door. I didn't know anyone in town or the hotel and thought whoever it was had the wrong room so I just kept quiet and kept jerking. Suddenly the door opened and a sweet young Canadian maid actually stepped into the room for a second. Just like the Mexican maid in Needles, she had a shocked look on her face too. Haven't these motel babes ever seen guys with boners? The lights were low but she got a good look before saying "Sorry!" and closed the door. I was beyond the point of return and shot my wad as the door was closing. To this day I don't know what she wanted in my room...maybe she was delivering the mint for my pillow! I sure would like to have delivered something to her!

Those are the only three times that I can remember being caught in the act of jacking off or fucking by a maid although I have been caught in the nude a couple of other times, at least once with a full hard on. I usually walk around in the nude in hotel and motel rooms all the time just as I do most of the time at home. Most of the time maids knock before entering and I always answer them if I hear them but once in a while especially in late mornings they just walk right in and I always enjoy the cheap thrill of being caught buck naked, even more so if the old pecker is standing at full mast! I suspect we are all exhibitionists at heart, not to be confused with those crazy weenie wavers who deliberately show their "equipment" to people on street corners.
Apparently I'm not the only guy who gets turned on by fantasies of getting caught by the maid! When I was looking for some illustrations for this post I found a whole bunch of self made X rated videos of dudes being "surprised" (uh huh!) by the maids while beating their meat. They just happened to have their camcorders running and didn't answer the door when they heard the knock at the door and the call of "Housekeeping!" This appears to be a fairly widespread fetish. Do a search of "caught by maid" on one of the adult video sites like X Tube or Hamster and you'll see what I mean!  It's quite obvious that I have lots of company in getting a rush out of this particular fantasy. Maybe I'll start bringing my camcorder on my trips to hotels too. Then again maybe I won't! See you next time!

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas Y'all!

Well what did you expect from the Horny Old Guy? A Nativity scene? Now if I could only be as lucky as Santa in those cartoons! Oh well, jacking off will get me through the night on Christmas Eve just as it does every other night of the year. Actually I am not as totally obsessed with masturbation as you would imagine after reading this silly ass blog. I mean I do LOVE to jack off but I am not presently doing it 24/7. As a teenager? Well I may have come close then!
Let me take this opportunity to say thanks to you all for reading this juvenile tripe this past year. A special thanks to those who left comments or sent me e mail, even to those who accused me of being a sex maniac, a perv, a commie and a bore. If you think my accounts of my life story were boring this year, just wait until next year!

I do worry that someone I know or even worse someone who is mentioned in this blog will stumble on this site. I worry about my daughter Jennie discovering it and finding out what a horndog the old man was and is. Believe me she has no idea! I also worry about my sister Karen stumbling on it. She would not be amused to see our little motel fooling around incident mentioned nor would she be thrilled to find out I regularly whacked off to her during my teenage years.

It's too late to turn back now though. I decided to let it all hang out (in more ways than one!) in the very beginning. It's been fun remembering and documenting the good, bad and ugly sexual experiences in my life as well as talking about my current jack off fantasies and maybe even (hopefully) reporting on some actual future real life sex! Hey I got laid once this year folks! For me that's a step up! wishes for the holiday season to everyone and thanks again for reading this X rated nonsense this year! Hey you kids get the hell out of here!

Monday, December 19, 2005

My Twenties (Part 3) Back to Jacking Off /Mustang Ranch Memories

Well it won't take long to relate the story of the final years of my twenties and the very limited sexual activity that I experienced during that time, most of it provided by my right hand. After my divorce from Margaret, I went into a funk that lasted into my early thirties and only ended when I found a new love. I was extremely depressed after the divorce and felt like I was a total failure. I missed our daughter Jennie tremendously but she was still too young to take places or spend much time with. I still had very strong sexual urges but didn't even feel like going out to the bars or anywhere else to search for company. It was still a mostly all male environment at work so there was no chance of meeting anyone there. I went back to being a compulsive masturbator, jacking off almost every day, sometimes more than once. Hardcore magazines were now legally available for the first time and I bought a supply of them for visual inspiration, not that I really needed any. I was still a horny teenager at heart!

One night I had a few feet of film left in my 8mm movie camera. Just for the hell of it, I decided to take off all of my clothes and photograph myself jacking off. I wasn't sure if it would get through the drug store photo lab since explicit sexual images were still totally taboo there and everywhere else in our society. I used a phony name and kept my back to the camera just in case my film got seized. I didn't think that the labs would check 8mm movies and I was correct. The film was returned with no problems and I got sort of turned on watching myself jack off on a movie screen. I've repeated that experiment over the years using various movie and video cameras. Of course video made things much easier! What's the harm in taking pictures of your favorite activities huh? Isn't that what movie and video cameras are for? The frame above is from that very first 8mm film, dated 1969 or 1970.

As I said in a previous post one thing that I really missed during my marriage was blow jobs! Margaret seldom gave me head even in foreplay even though she really seemed to enjoy my regular and expert muff diving. She never sucked me all the way off even once in our four year marriage. I had heard about the legendary Mustang Ranch whorehouse just east of Reno and decided to pay it a visit one afternoon after the divorce to get what had been so missing in my marriage, a blow job! It indeed did turn out to be a cheap thrill, picking a prostitute from the long line of young women and going into her room and letting her suck me off with no strings attached. Back then full cum in mouth blow jobs were cheap ($15-20.) The johns had their peckers checked by the whores and the whores had regular medical exams. Herpes and AIDS had not raised their ugly heads yet so condoms were not necessary for fucking or for blow jobs. I made several repeat visits to the Mustang, always opting for a "full French" which was their term for a cum-in-mouth blow job. I had no interest in fucking the whores. It was so much more fun to just lay back and let them suck me off.  Oh how those blow jobs did feel good, especially after four years of not being completely sucked o!

So that was the extent of my sex life for the rest of my twenties. Daily jacking off and a few blow jobs at the Mustang Ranch! Not too exciting I know but that's all there was! I'm not about to make up stories about affairs that never took place. There were better and worse days to come and I'll talk about them at a later date. Thanks for reading whoever you are out there in cyberspace! See ya' next time!

Friday, December 16, 2005

My Twenties (Part 2) Love and Marriage...and Divorce!

Continuing my life story...we're now back in the summer of 1963. I had just turned 23. The relationship with my good neighbor and fuck buddy June was over and I was in a new apartment. It was back to jacking myself off for sexual release and I was doing lots of that! When I wasn't getting laid or sucked off it was still at least a once a day habit back then.

In the fall of that year I decided to go back to school part time while I continued to work a swing (afternoon) shift at Travis Air Force Base in Fairfield. I enrolled in a community college and it was there that I met Margaret. She was a shy young blond girl with glasses who sat next to me in my California History Class. She was 18 and had just graduated from high school the previous June. We started talking a little before class and soon became sort of friendly. She was hardly a hottie but she was cute and thoughts of getting in her panties were soon floating through my dirty mind. I was also jacking off to her, a sure sign that I was "in lust"! The first time I asked her out,to a weekend movie, she told me no. I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said something like "Not anymore!" so I knew I still had a chance. I finally talked her into lunch at the nearby McDonald's after class one day and a couple weekends later I took her to a drive in movie on our first date. I still remember the movie was "Fun in Acapulco" with Elvis, who Margaret just loved!

My hopes for quickly getting into Margaret's panties quickly got dashed though. In spite of already had a boyfriend (or so she said!) she turned out to be a virgin and in no hurry to lose her virginity. It was just like with my high school girlfriend Vicki and my El Paso jail bait girlfriend Carolyn all over again. Slow going! Lots of going home with sore nuts and jacking off after our dates! That first night at the drive in, she wouldn't even let me kiss her during the movies. Feeling her titties was out of the question and yeah I tried that too! I guess she didn't want to miss a second of Elvis! Even when I took her home all I got was a quickie kiss and thank you. But Margaret was nice...she was sweet...I was willing to wait awhile for sex..and it wasn't too long until I felt that nice feeling of being in love again.

Margaret and I met everyday on campus and began to date regularly. I worked afternoons so that limited us to Saturday and Sunday nights for dates. I really looked forward to those weekends! She became a regular visitor to my apartment on weekends and we were soon making out on my couch and then on my bed. The kissing got more passionate and prolonged. I vividly remember the first time she let me take her bra off and how lovely her firm young tits looked. She had the nicest breasts...medium sized but with real pointed nipples. I just loved to feel and kiss and suck on those sweet young titties!

Soon afterwards we went to bed naked and I got my first taste of Margaret's sweet virgin pussy. I was hoping for some oral on myself in return but had to make do with a hand job, which I believe was the first one Margaret had ever given. I had to show her what to do! She definitely drew the line at me licking her pussy and her jacking me off though. She said she just wasn't ready to fuck yet and might wait until she got married for that. Anyway I could count on lots of naked petting and going down on her (which she was increasingly enjoying!) from then on, usually ending with her jacking me off which as usual was much more pleasurable than doing it myself. She still wouldn't give me any head at all though. I really missed June's lovely cocksucking skills!

This went on until the spring of 1964, actually right after school was out for the year. I met Margaret's parents and immediately sensed they didn't like me. Margaret actually told me they thought I was too old for her but she didn't care because she loved me. She still lived at home so she couldn't stay overnight with me. I tried to talk her into moving in with me but she said that wasn't the right thing to do. I pondered the situation for a while. Thoughts of marriage began to enter my mind. I really did love her and enjoyed every minute I spent with her even though I'd yet to have the ultimate thrill of fucking her. However I also valued my freedom and was hesitant to lose any of it. Marriage scared me! It still does! We'd never seriously discussed the subject up until then but I decided it was now time to do so On a Sunday afternoon while we were naked in bed I asked Margaret to marry me. She first started crying but then she said yes she would love to marry me.

That same afternoon we fucked for the first time! I thought Margaret wanted to wait until we were married but I guess this was close enough for her. She was the one that said "Let's do it!" after I had my face buried between her legs for a long while and of course I wasn't about to argue! By then I was carrying a spare condom in my wallet again so I got up to get it and rolled it over my throbbing erection. As with Vicki, my only other previous virgin, it was a bit uncomfortable for Margaret, even with lots of oral foreplay and improved oral foreplay skills on my part. Some extra lube would have helped but I hadn't discovered K-Y jelly at the time. Even with a little discomfort, Margaret seemed to enjoy the experience almost as much as I did. At least she pretended to do so! She was as happy as I had ever seen her when she went home that evening.

We knew her parents would disapprove but we both were of legal age so we drove to Lake Tahoe the next Saturday morning and got married in one of those tacky Nevada wedding chapels at the lake. She phoned her parents who were as shocked as we expected them to be and further informed them that we were staying overnight at the lake. I still remember that sex filled wedding night like it was yesterday! That wedding night was also the first time Margaret sucked my cock in foreplay and oh did that felt good! Alas there would not nearly enough of that wonderful activity in our marriage and never would I enjoy what I really loved...a full cum in mouth blow job!

We didn't get to sleep until about 5 a.m.! We came back to Fairfield Sunday afternoon and she moved right in to my apartment on Monday. Her parents were still pissed but gradually came to accept the marriage, although not completely until they became grandparents. After Margaret had all of her things moved in, we left for a two week honeymoon in Southern California (including Disneyland of course!) I don't believe I ever fucked more in any two week period in my life!

Those first couple of years of married life were absolutely great! I really enjoyed being married, for the companionship of course and also for the steady sex. I didn't have to jack off any more! Well not as often anyway! We decided that we wanted at least one child so we didn't have to use condoms anymore. I was free to fuck Margaret bareback and pump her full of cum as much as I wanted. No reason to pull right out after ejaculating either, which I always hated to do with condoms.

The only negative aspect of our sex life was that Margaret, like a lot of young women of her generation, was just not that much interested in sucking cock. Blow jobs were still something only for sluts and whores to do in most of her generation's mind I think...and they weren't too far from wrong! Margaret would once in a while give me a bit of head during foreplay but even that was rare and short. I was eating lots of pussy, becoming even more expert at it in fact and really learning to like it, but sadly not getting much head in return. I mentioned that I really liked having my dick sucked several times but her reply was always that she didn't like my penis in her mouth and that was that. I never pressed the issue but I sure missed those juicy, full cum-in-mouth blow jobs that I had from June and the whores in the service and even going back to those I received from my older woman friend Barbara when I was only 13. As I mentioned earlier Margaret never gave me even one full blow job during our four year marriage.

I thought that I would get Margaret pregnant quickly with all the fucking we were doing but it took over a year and we didn't have our baby until we had been married nearly two years. In March 1966 our daughter Jennie was born. As much as I loved the baby and the concept of being a father, those early days were rough with all the crying at night, diaper changing and just the responsibility of being a parent, not exactly the joyous experience that I had envisioned. I thought our baby would bring Margaret and I closer together but it was just the opposite. For whatever reason she just didn't have the same interest in me or sex that she had before her pregnancy. She was just "not in the mood" way too often and wouldn't even use her hand to give me sexual relief as she had in her final months of pregnancy and before that when she was having her period or just didn't feel like fucking. I found myself jacking off after she went to sleep more and more. She absolutely hated me jacking off in bed while she was awake. I will say that I never strayed once during our marriage though, even though I was tempted many times!

Things gradually went from bad to worse over the next two years. We found ourselves arguing more and more, about both major and minor things. There were also long periods of not talking much at all. The sex was now just a couple of times a week and I could tell she didn't really enjoy it all that much. It was pretty mechanical, pretty dull! Jacking off was getting to be more rewarding than fucking and I was definitely doing more of the former. There was lots of taking the new Playboy magazine into the bathroom with me and whacking off to the Playmate of the Month! The only thing we really shared together was our love for Jennie who was absolutely adorable!

In early 1968 Margaret was the one who suggested that we have a trial separation and I agreed. She moved back into her parents house with Jennie and I went back to living alone. She came over with Jennie on weekends sometimes and we had a couple more mechanical fucks but it just wasn't the same. In June of that year we agreed on a divorce. She wanted custody of Jennie and I agreed to that too, knowing she would take better care of her than I ever could. Our lawyers drew up the papers and the divorce became final in September of 1968. I felt both relieved and depressed at the same time.

Even though the visitation rights with Jennie were specified in our divorce proceedings, I have to admit I wasn't much of a father...and I truly regret that. Jennie was only 2 1/2 years old at the time of the divorce, too young to really do things with. Margaret was good about letting me see her as much as I wanted to but I just felt uneasy even going over to Margaret's parents house and facing the icy stares of Margaret's mom and dad when I picked her up. Of course in a divorce, the son in law or daughter in law is ALWAYS the villain in the spouse's parents eyes. Even seeing Margaret under these circumstances made me uncomfortable. I remembered Jennie's birthdays, showered her with gifts at Christmas but didn't have much more contact with her than that. I was hoping to do more when she got a bit older but Margaret remarried and moved to Coos Bay, Oregon when Jennie was 5. After that I hardly saw her at all. I never missed a child support payment until Jennie turned 18 and paid for a good part of her college education but our visits were few and far between. Actually in the last few years, we have become a bit closer with phone calls and e mails. She and her boyfriend have even stopped to visit a couple of times in recent years. She will be 40 in March of next year (hard to believe!) and is a nurse in Oregon. She lives with a guy but has never had kids so it doesn't look like I'll ever be a grandad which is okay I suppose, considering my record as a dad.

Margaret died of breast cancer in 2003. Even though I hadn't seen her in over 30 years, I cried after Jennie called me and gave me the sad news. I thought of that shy, sweet young girl I met in community college back in the fall of 1963 and how much I liked being with her, how much I really loved in those early years. I really thought ours was a love that was going to last forever too which I suppose shows you how naive I was back then.

Shit! This is depressing even writing about this. It's only 7 in the morning but I think I need a drink! I'll continue this saga later on.

Monday, December 12, 2005

I Cheated on Martha Stewart

My Dearest Martha,

Martha honey I am so sorry! As you know you are my "Celebrity Jack Off Fantasy of the Month" and I was going to be true only to you in my Saturday night jack off sessions...but I cheated on you last Saturday night baby! There is another woman I found on the web (picture at left) and I engaged in an act of fantasy sex with her. I only hope that you will understand sweet Martha and can find it in your heart to forgive me for this shameful act of infidelity. I forgave you for your indiscretion and supported you in jail so I am asking for your compassion this time. I promise that it won't happen again and that on Saturday nights for the rest of this month I will be true only to you as I jerk off to tapes of your wonderful TV program. I promise that our relationship from now on will truly be "a good thing"for us both! God bless you, your family and all of your wonderful products which are of course available at my local K Mart.

Love and kisses,

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

My Twenties (Part 1) Sowing My Wild Oats

Okay so here we are back in the summer of 1961. I had just been discharged from the Army and was back at the family home in Napa again. I got an immediate surprise at home when I found my sister Karen had suddenly got married to her high school boyfriend. The two lovebirds ran away to Reno on a weekend and came back married, much to both set of parents surprise. Later I was to find a little thing called pregnancy had a lot to do with the sudden elopement. The house seemed strange without my Karen around. You may be relieved to know that's about the time my incestuous desire for her pretty much came to an end too. Hey she was married! There was no chance of getting in her panties anymore, not that I ever had much chance I suppose.

The sense of freedom that came with getting out of the fucking Army was great! It felt even better than getting out of high school! I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life so I just decided to loaf the summer away and make my biggest objective finding some new pussy to fuck. At least I had a car now, which gave me a few more options for finding babes and taking them to places where we could do the nasty. Living at home didn't have much appeal for me any more. After three years in the Army I definitely needed my own space but that would have to wait until I found a job. For now it was nightly jacking off in the room I grew up in...and for some reason I felt sort of guilty about doing that there for the first time in my life.

My first piece of tail after the Army was a quickie fuck in the park with a jail bait sweetie pie. I went to the Kay Von Drive In Movie by myself one Saturday night. You always feel strange at a drive in mociw by yourself but I didn't have a date and wanted to see the movie that was playing there. There was a group of high school age girls in the next car and at intermission this young sweetie came over to me and asked me why I was alone. I told her I didn't have a girlfriend and she said "Oh!" and walked away. Her and her friends went to the snack bar and when they came back I asked her if she wanted to watch the movie with me. Her friends giggled but she said okay and got in the car with me. I didn't want a car load of giggling teenage girls watching us so I moved the car to the back row of the drive in, the favorite place for for amorous couples to make out.

It didn't take long before I had my cutie close to me and we were doing some heavy kissing. She was young but obviously had some experience in that department. Copping a feel proved no problem and I soon had my hand in her blouse and under her bra. Of course my cock was soon throbbing like crazy. I laid her down on the front seat, unhooked and removed her bra and felt and sucked on those sweet young titties. Fuck that goddamn movie I came to see! I took her hand and put it on my crotch so she could feel how hard I was. I asked her to take my cock out and she did it. She started to rub it up and down but I wanted and needed more than a hand job this night. I asked her if she was a virgin and she said no. I then asked her if I could fuck her. She said she didn't want to fuck at the drive in. My rear seat was hardly big or comfortable enough for that anyway! I suggested we leave and find another place. She said okay as long as I would promise to take her home before midnight. That was fine with me. All we needed now was a place to fuck! The problem was that I couldn't take her to my house with my parents there and she likewise lived at home and her parents would have frowned on me slipping the big salami to their little darling. I also didn't have any money or a credit card for a motel.

To make a long story short, we ended up fucking in a city park in downtown Napa. I had a sleeping bag in my trunk which we laid down in a dark, secluded spot under a tree and we fucked right there. It was great! Fucking outdoors on a warm summer night! Nasty, juicy unprotected (no condom in my wallet!) sex with a sweet, tight young high school babe! Life just doesn't get much better than that my friends! Yeah I know! She was jail bait and I should have learned my lesson with my El Paso girlfriend after that cop caught us but when you are young you do some stupid fucking things. "A stiff prick truly has no conscience!" as that old saying goes! After we got through fucking I took her home. She hadn't told me before but she lived way up valley in Calistoga and we barely made it to her house before midnight.

My jailbait sweetie pie gave me her name and phone number and told me to call her but I decided I better leave well enough alone. As much as I wanted some more of that sweet, tight young pussy, I started thinking about what would happen if I had knocked her up or if she told her parents or anyone else that I had fucked her. I could end up in fucking jail! I stayed away from the Kay Von Drive In for the rest of the summer. Thankfully, I never saw her again anywhere in town. I still get hard thinking about that night although I regret that unsafe sex! I'd be the first to admit that my condom-less jail bait fuck was a stupid and irresponsible act but of course "it take two to tango" and boy that was one fine tango! Thanks darlin' and sorry I don't even remember your name!

When I turned 21 that summer I immediately started hitting the bars around Napa. Of course I had visited bars in Korea, Japan and Mexico while in the Army but now I could finally drink legally in California. I was hoping to find some hot young poonie in them of course but most seemed to be full of mostly grumpy, chain smoking old men and a few middle aged to elderly couples. I finally found a country bar on the highway between Napa and Vallejo which had live music, dancing and quite a few young single women. I quickly found that on Friday and Saturday nights it was pretty easy to hook up with one of those single women, especially after midnight. Dance with them, buy them a couple of drinks and there was a pretty good chance you would be going out the door with them.

If you were lucky your new found friend would take you her place, assuming there was no hubby, kids or roommate there! With a little more luck and some expert pussy eating you'd soon have your cock buried between her legs fucking her brains out. At the very least you could usually make out in the parking lot and hopefully come away with a hand job or better yet a nice juicy blow job, which were still sort of hard to come by in those days. Since I was still living at home, it had to be their place, not mine, to do the nasty in. I had several nice one night stands that summer including a couple in motels when their was no way we go to their places.

One quickie roll in the hay with a nurse from the Napa Mental Institution named Marlene even led to a short term relationship that suddenly ended as quickly as it started when she decided to go back with her ex. Frankly Marine and I had nothing in common anyway, except that I loved to bury my face and my dick between her warm thighs and she seemed to like me doing both! Marlene gave great head in foreplay too although like most American women in the early 1960's she drew the line at full blow jobs, damn the bad luck!

Living at home was really starting to get to me. After living in a family environment until I was 18 and then three years of fucking Army barracks life, I desperately wanted my own place. I needed a place to bring the babes too! My parents were also beginning to get on my nerves with complaints about me coming in late or not until the next morning, and sometimes half drunk. My unemployment checks were also running out. It was time to get to work and get my own place! I decided that it would be best to make a complete break from the family and from Napa. My Army electronics training qualified me for several civilian employment opportunities. I considered Pacific Gas and Electric (the local power company) and the telephone company but decided to first apply at Travis Air Force Base in Fairfield (about 40 miles from Napa) and to my surprise was immediately offered a pretty decent job, similar to the work I'd done in the Army. I commuted home to Napa nightly for about a month but as soon as I had a little money saved up, I got an apartment in Fairfield and closed the door on my boyhood home in Napa for good.

Just as getting out of the Army gave me an amazing sense of freedom, so did my first apartment. I could do everything that I wanted to do in peace and privacy now. Just simple things like eating what I wanted and watching the TV programs I wanted without my dad saying "Change the channel!" I could go to bed when I wanted and get up when I wanted and stay out all night if I wanted. I could sleep in the nude, walk around naked with a boner all day and jack off to my heart's content, and believe me I was doing just that! I bought a stash of dirty books and magazines for visual inspiration for daily jerking off. Of course what I REALLY wanted to do was bring some babes back to the apartment and fuck their brains out! That initially proved a little more difficult than I imagined though. I worked in an almost all male environment (mostly uniformed Air Force personnel) at Travis and I had yet to find a bar with lots of available babes like the country joint between Napa and Vallejo. There was lots of jacking off in those first few months in Fairfield but even that was more fun in my new apartment!

About Christmas time in that year (1961) I became friendly with a woman who lived two doors down from me in my apartment building. At first it was just "Hi" when we saw each other outside but we soon started making small talk more and more. She was another (sigh) older her mid 30's, divorced with a 12 year old daughter Sarah. June had blond/brown hair, wore glasses and was what you call "pleasantly plump" I suppose. She at first seemed just "nice" rather than sexy and I really didn't expect to end up so quickly in her bed and between her legs but that's just what happened. She invited me to dinner one Sunday afternoon when her daughter was at her dad's for the weekend. A few glasses of wine loosened both of us and she was the one who started coming onto me as we sat on the couch. It almost seemed like I was a 13 year old paper boy with Barbara (the older woman who introduced me to sex) again. Being seduced by another older woman! Deja vu all over again! My shyness was now gone for good though and I was ready, willing and able to eat that pussy and fuck her! We were soon naked in her bed and making out like a couple of horny teenagers.

We didn't have any condoms so we didn't go beyond fondling and oral sex that afternoon. June gave great head and unlike Marlene let me cum in her mouth beginning with the first time she sucked me. That alone was a big incentive for me to continue our relationship! I had learned to love those full cum-in-mouth blow jobs in the service but in the 1950's and early 1960's, most young American women (that I encountered anyway and other guys have told me the same thing) just did not think blow jobs were was something that only whores and sluts did in their minds and at the time not far from the absolute truth. Fortunately that idea was to go by the wayside in the sexual revolution that was soon to come. June, like Barbara didn't have any reservations about sucking cock during every round of foreplay and was willing to give me a full blow job once or twice a week. June was just what I needed at the time Wow!!

June also loved to fuck so I soon purchased and o kept a supply of rubbers in my apartment for when she came over. Her daughter was home most of the time so my place became our main screwing place. We would fuck as much as 4 or 5 times a week, mostly quickie fuckathons because she didn't want to be away from her daughter that much. When her daughter spent the weekends with her dad, we had the luxury of more prolonged lovemaking and I usually slept over at her place. She wanted to stay in her own  apartment in case her daughter called and that was okay with me. When she was having her period or didn't feel like fucking she was always willing to suck me off and I sort of looked forward to those times even more than the fucking Oh my God could June suck a cock! Wow! I still get hard when I think of those juicy blow jobs of hers!

Of course I returned the favor with lots of muff pussy eating and I think that it was between June's legs that I sort of became an expert at that activity. June was the first woman that had let me know exactly how she wanted to be pleased orally and with with instruction and practice comes perfection I think. I've had lots of compliments and no complaints on my oral skills over the years so I must be doing something right! To this day, I just love to eat pussy...almost as much as I love to get sucked off!

The relationship with June lasted a little more than a year. I never strayed during that time. She was pretty much keeping me pussy whipped! I also just liked being with her, going to movies, out to eat, even shopping. I also got along well with her daughter Sarah. Somewhere around the one year mark, June began to get way too serious for me though. I didn't mind all those "I love you"'s in and out of bed but she began to throw the "m" word (marriage) around way too much for me. "When are we going to get married?" became a familiar refrain in bed, usually right after we fucked. That was a question I really didn't want to answer! In my mind our relationship was mainly sexual, with a lesser but still very pleasant friendship factor. I liked June but I didn't love her. Anyway she was almost 15 years older than me and at that point in my life I really didn't want to become a husband or a step father to a soon to be teenage girl.

There could have been some major complications regarding June's daughter Sarah too. She was just starting to go through puberty and noticing her budding breasts and more shapely body I was having some feelings I probably shouldn't have been having, particularly when her curvy little rump was sitting on my lap, her buns straddling my dong. She also had the habit of walking around in various states of undress, mostly with at least panties on but I saw her completely nude coming out of the shower a couple of times which caused the reaction in my pants you would expect and prompted me to go in the bathroom "take care of business" if you know what I mean.''

Hey I'm only human you know and show me a man, even a (gasp!) father who wouldn't have been aroused at such a lovely sight. Sarah had one cute little butt...among other things! I'm happy to say that I was a perfect gentleman around Sarah at all times though! Even as a young man I understood the concept that "look but don't touch" is the best policy with jailbait! Sarah was Lolita like but I knew I had to keep my distance, not only because of fear of going to jail but also out of respect for her mom June...and well just because I knew it was the right thing to do! I have nothing but contempt for guys who do the wrong thing in situations like this!

As much as I enjoyed fucking June and getting sucked off by her I finally had to tell her that I just wasn't ready to get married. She got pretty pissed off. Things started to cool considerably between us. The fuck fests got reduced to a couple of times a week and just weren't what they once were. She tried one final time to get me to take her to get Reno and get married one weekend when Sarah was at her dad's. Once more I just flat out told her I wasn't ready to get married to anyone. She responded by saying she didn't want to see me anymore. I said okay and left her apartment for the last time, feeling both sad and yet relieved at the same time. It was now definitely time to move on! I figured the best thing was to move out of that apartment and get away from June altogether. I gave my 30 day notice right after that. I didn't even tell June I was going to move (she wasn't talking to me anyway!) and at the end of the next month moved out in the daytime when I knew she would be working and Sarah would be in school. I never saw either of them again. June was a good gal though and was just what I needed at the time! I hope both she and Sarah had a good life!