Saturday, August 27, 2005

Life After Barbara...Back to Jackin'!

Okay it's back to my boring but true life story. After Barbara, the older woman who introduced me to the wonderful world of fucking, moved away I went back to daily jacking off for my much needed regular sexual release. I was still pretty shy and hadn't dated at all, but I was only 15 so that wasn't that unusual back in the 1950's. I wanted some more pussy in the worst way though! Once you've had your first fuck and blow job, jacking off doesn't seem quite the same any know for sure that there is something out there that is much more fun and feels much better and you want some more of it. However when there isn't any pussy around you just have to take things in hand. That was true back then and it's true now. Masturbation was  then and is still the next best thing to sex with a partner! Hey it's 50 years later and I'm still doing and enjoying it! What more proof do you need than that? Truly one of the joys of life!

During the school year my first jack off of the day usually came right after I got home from school. I would go in my room, lay down on my bed, pull my jeans and shorts down just enough to get my dick out and give myself a quick whack off, thinking of some girl at school that I would just love to fuck or have suck me off. I didn't have a lock on my door in those days and it's amazing that I never got caught jacking off by my sister or my mom. Of course my sister had already caught me jacking off in the bathroom and in fact had jacked me off twice in that motel room in Santa Cruz so I guess it wouldn't have that big a deal for her.

Normally right before I took my nightly shower, I would have a second jerk off session in the bathroom, always double checking the bathroom door to make sure it was locked. No way Karen was going to catch me naked and jerking in there again! Then there were those frequent mornings when I awoke with those throbbing boners known "morning wood" when I also would rub another one out. Sometimes it was a necessity to jack off those morning woodies just so I could take a much needed piss afterwards. Of course it's impossible to take a leak with a full hard on. Then there were the toilet stalls at school, in the public library, in several stores in downtown Napa, at the Uptown Theater, in gas stations, restaurants. Thank God for public restroom stalls! They're good for much more than than taking a dump I was to come to appreciate even more
when I joined the Army and found out what a real lack of privacy can do to your ability to engage in your favorite solitary activity.

Yeah I was a jacking off fool in those days, although in reality probably not that much different than teenage boys of my generation or any generation. Some people say that I still am a jacking off fool but let's not talk about that right now!

My mom did catch me nude one morning, not jacking off but with a boner. I used to sleep in the nude on the hot summer nights in Napa. I would usually put on my pajama bottoms if I had to get up to take a piss but one morning I woke up real early with a real stiffy and had to pee real bad at the same time. I didn't think anyone else in the house was up so I got up and still buck naked went down the hall to the bathroom to see if I could pee with my woody or I would have to jack it off first to make my boner go down and peeing possible.

My mom was up early for some reason and I met her in the hallway. What do you say to your mom when you are standing there naked with a big fat teenage boner? I of course tried to cover it up with my hand. She looked shocked for a moment and then just smiled, shook her head and turned and walked away. A couple of minutes later I heard laughter coming out of mom and dad's bedroom. Both her and my dad were giving me smirks for the next couple of days but neither ever said anything about it. It was embarrassing as hell at the time but seems sort of funny now! Needless to say, from then on I never paraded down the hall naked let alone with a full woody! Come to think of it that was actually the second time mom had seen my post-pubescent boner. The first time was when she caught me and Karen naked in a motel room where we shared a room and a bed on a family vacation. She was not so nearly amused at the sight of my stiff that time! You can read about that totally embarrassing incident HERE.

Me and my friend Dennis, who was a year older than me, went to the Napa Town and Country Fair in the August of 1956 and picked up a couple of younger girls. Actually he did all of the talking in picking the girls up. We rode some of the rides at the carnival and walked around the fair grounds most of the afternoon. The girls were from Calistoga up the valley and we walked back downtown with them where they were going to catch the Greyhound bus back home. We talked them into taking a detour down by the Napa River with us where we smoked some cigarettes and then started making out with the girls. It was mostly kissing but I got a feel of soft warm titty and even a little stinkfinger before the girl I was with told me to stop it. It was just as well because she was dry down there and I couldn't even find her clit. I don't think she'd even kissed a boy before. Dennis didn't do much better and the girls soon left us high and dry. I'm sure we both went home with sore nuts and jacked off!

I was slowly getting a little more confidence with girls though. I invited Carol McEntire, a friend of my sister, to a matinee at the Uptown Theater one Sunday afternoon. We made out up in the last row of the balcony where I had previously only jacked off. I still remember the movie was "To Hell and Back" with Audie Murphy playing himself. I tried feeling her tits through her sweater and she pushed my hand away. That date led to going over to her house on another afternoon though. Her mom worked and we had the house to ourselves. We laid on the sofa and made out again. This time there was heavy kissing and I got her bra off and felt and sucked her nice pointed little titties.

I was just pulling off her jeans when when we heard her mom's car in the driveway which put an abrupt end to our fun. We looked pretty guilty when her mom walked in. I'm sure I still had a big bulge where my dick was still throbbing in my pants. Her mom was pissed and told me to go home. More sore nuts and more jacking off as soon as I got home! Later Carol told me I couldn't come over any more and she couldn't go out with me again because I was two years older than her. If I wasn't for Carol's mommy, I may have popped my first cherry that afternoon or shortly thereafter. Damn the bad luck!

So all my compulsive masturbation got me through the loss of Barbara as well as the normal stress, sexual and otherwise, that goes along with being a teenager. Thank God I didn't have any hangups about jacking off! In retrospect those hours I spent beating my meat were some of the happiest times I spent as a teenager, before, during and after my little sexual adventure with Barbara. Oh hell they've been some of the happiest times I've spent all throughout my life. If you folks haven't figured it out by now I just fucking love to jack off! Getting back to my story, I started my junior year at Napa High School in the fall of 1956 and was about to meet Vicki the first real love of my life as well as my next sexual partner. Getting into her sweet young panties was going to take a while though. More about that will be forthcoming. Meanwhile thanks for reading!

Monday, August 15, 2005

Jacking Off at the Multiplex

For the first time in a long time I jacked off in a movie theater on Sunday afternoon. Jacking off in movie theaters for me goes way back to when I was horny teenager in the 1950's. Even in those pre-porno days, I would sometimes find a secluded spot in the balcony of the old Uptown Theater in Napa and jack off while watching Marilyn Monroe, Kim Novak and Jayne Mansfield (among many others) up there on the big screen. A little cleavage from any star or starlet was enough to make me whip my dick out and jack it off assuming of course that there wasn't anybody around me. Thank God I never got caught by anyone, especially that sourpuss manager of the Uptown!

Much later, in the glory days of adult theaters (1970-85) I spent many happy hours whacking off in porno theaters. I wasn't alone either. Jacking off in adult theaters was a national sport back in those days. It wasn't Coke that made the floors so sticky if you know what I mean and I think you do. I'll have to write about that wonderful era some time. Those adult theaters are almost entirely gone now, made obsolete by video of course. Now you can just beat your meat at home as you get your porno fix. No more worries about being seen or caught my the cops while enjoying your "hobby" in a public place. Those very few adult theaters that do remain are sweat and cum smelling dumps that show low quality video shit. I'm not sure I could even get it up in any of them!

Yesterday I went to a local multiplex to see a movie called "9 Songs". I had heard that it was pretty hot and indeed it was. It was also a boring peace of shit except for the sex scenes! A British dude and his American girl friend meet at a rock concert, go home and fuck and between more concert footage they fuck some more. The loud, screaming rock music sucks big time (at least to this old fart!) but the sex scenes are hardcore and fairly well done. You see hard ons, penetration (fucking with condoms), pussy eating and a blow job scene which ends with a cum shot (the gal finishes the BJ with her hand.) The babe is small breasted but very attractive and has a butt on her to die for. As soon as I saw her nude for the first time I got a throbbing hard on. I was in the rear row, the theater was fairly dark and there were only about twenty people in the audience and none of them close to me so I thought "What the hell?" I decided I would whip it out and jack it off right then and there!

I pulled out my dick and began to rub it every time the on screen fucking or sucking started. The only trouble was when that goddamn rock music came on, I lost my fucking boner! The movie is fairly short (69 minutes!) and by the time the gal was sucking the dude off towards the end of the film I could feel I was getting close to cumming. I shot my wad just as he did his (with the on screen ejaculation), just like I did in the old days at the Pussycat Theater. The cum went flying in all directions. A few drops landed on my jeans. Wow! What a fucking rush! A lone woman was sitting two rows in front of me which gave the whole experience an extra thrill! I still had some napkins I got with my buttered popcorn to clean up the mess. There was also still a little more to the movie with one more fuck scene to come so I had time to let my erection go down and get my cock back into my pants before the movie ended and the lights came up. Perfect timing! I walked out with just a slight bulge in my pants and just a couple of little wet spots on my jeans. Just like old times at the Pussycat!

That's the second hardcore sequence I've seen in mainstream movies in the last year. Most of the time in American films you just get the tease...tits and ass and silly jokes but no actual sex. It's okay to show people being savagely butchered and disemboweled but you can't show them sucking cock or eating pussy or fucking! What a crock of shit! The other recent movie with a hardcore sequence was Vincent Gallo's "Brown Bunny" (still frame above) which showed an actual blow job (no cum shot though) at the end. That Gallo dude ain't too dumb...he writes a movie for himself to direct and star in with a scene of a lovely young gal (she's a babe and has been in other movies, can't remember her name though) sucking him off. The movie is however even more boring than "9 Songs"! A long road trip with nothing happening until that blow job at the very end. Bummer! Still nice to see some REAL sex in movies. Maybe someday Hollywood will grow up and show us some of that lovely and nasty stuff when it is warranted! Meanwhile let the carnage continue on the screen!

By the way "Brown Bunny" was actually shown at the Cannes film festival and when noted film critic Roger Ebert reviewed it he proclaimed it the biggest pile of crap of all time and stated that he would rather watch himself have a colonoscopy than see it again LOL. Gallo was there and had a shit fit and jumped all over fat boy Roger (verbally, not physically.) Later Gallo severely edited it (but thankfully left the BJ scene intact) and Roger gave it "Thumbs Up!" Yours truly the Horny Old Guy gives "9 Songs" "Dicks Up!" for at least having the "balls" to show real fucking at sucking and give me the inspiration to whip out my weenie and jack it off at the movies just like I did in the good old days at the adult theaters. Watch those floors folks and remember if there is porno involved it's probably not Coke that makes them so sticky! Thanks for reading folks! See you at the movies!

Saturday, August 06, 2005

A Few More Months with Barbara in Fall 1955

Fucking and getting sucked off by Barbara became a regular thing for me during the next few months. It was usually only on weekends when she didn't have to work. I didn't see her much during the week because she got home late but every Saturday afternoon when I delivered my paper, I would go into her house for a Coke followed by a quickie fuck or blow job. Then on Sunday afternoons with no papers to deliver, I would make some excuse to get out of the house and ride my bike over to her house, hoping nobody saw me going in or out of her front door. I really didn't want any school friends to see me and of course my parents would have had a shit fit if they knew what was going on. I didn't even know the sex was illegal on Barbara's part back then. I just felt guilty and ashamed for fucking a woman old enough to be my mother! It felt just too damn goddamn good to stop though!

There wasn't a lot of variety in the fucking. We never fucked in anything other than the missionary on top of her. The foreplay seldom lasted more than 10 minutes and I never once went down on her even though she usually sucked me, either in foreplay or all the way to ejaculation. I wasn't quite ready for pussy eating and she never requested that I go down on her. Looking back I realize that I was selfish and should have done some muff diving. Barbara could have given me some helpful hints and it would have been good practice for when I got a real girlfriend too. On Sunday afternoons, we would sometimes take a short break (with a Coke, what else?) after fucking and then fuck again. It didn't take long for me to re-charge my battery and come up with another throbbing hard on in those days! I would take a shower to get the smell of perfume, sweat and pussy off before I rode my bike home for Sunday dinner. I remember getting home one day and finding some lipstick on my face when I went in the bathroom to take a piss. Fortunately no other family member had seen me first! I was careful to check more carefully at her house after that!

About Christmas time I began to suspect that my free pussy and blow jobs were about to come to an end. Barbara would make excuses to have to go to work on Saturdays. Late one Saturday night after a movie at the Uptown Theater, I rode my bike by her house and she was in the driveway standing close and talking to a man by a car that was not hers. They hugged and kissed before he got in and drove away. Yet the next day Barbara was ready and willing to suck and fuck when I came over. I didn't mention seeing the other guy. Christmas and New Years went by and I didn't see her very much at all. She did give me a nice sweater for Christmas though. I told my parents that it was just because I was her paper boy and she was a nice lady on my route.

In early January Barbara told me that she was moving to Vallejo to be closer to her work. I asked her if she had a boyfriend there and she hesitated and then admitted that she did. She told me that I could still come down and see her there. I asked her if we could still fuck and she said no. Of course I was jealous and hurt... for the first time but definitely not the last for that feeling! We did fuck a couple of more times before she moved at the end of the month. I still vividly remember seeing that moving truck in her driveway. The last time I collected for the paper she was crying and told me again I should come and see her and she would come to Napa to see me. I was almost in tears myself. We kissed but didn't fuck that afternoon.

I never saw Barbara again. I didn't know her address in Vallejo and she never contacted me. I felt an awful sense of loss for quite a while after Barbara left. I guess I loved her in a way even though our relationship was mostly about sex. I checked the Vallejo telephone directory a couple of times in the next couple of years and once more when I got out of the Army but there was no listing for her. She may have got married but I'm not even sure of that. She could have moved too. She would be in her mid 80's (a strange thought!) now if she is still alive. I still think of her sometimes but you always remember the person who introduced you to the wonderful world of sex even if it was a much older woman. Barbara was really a nice lady and I hope the rest of her life was good. I'll always remember her fondly!