Monday, March 13, 2006

My Fifties (Part 1) The Hitchhiker and the Whore

Gloria, my next door neighbor and girlfriend moved out in March of 1990 after one argument too many between us. After almost three years I missed her  for both the companionship and the sex of course but the post breakup trauma wasn't nearly as bad as it was with my two divorces nor when some other important relationships broke up. I guess Gloria's big mouth and hot temper had a lot to do with it but the peace and quiet after she left actually seemed very welcome for a change. We didn't really love each other anyway, we were only friends and fuck buddies! Gloria was also a heavy smoker and I don't smoke at all. It was nice not to have to smell all that damn stale smoke in the apartment all the time.


With the help of a bunch of new porno videos that I immediately went out and purchased I went back to regular jacking off for sexual release. By then the porno movie theaters had pretty much shut down, made obsolete by Betamax and VHS video recorders and readily available XXX ratedvideos. There were no more porn flicks on the big screen and jacking off at the old Pussycat Theater was now a thing of the past, something I sort of missed at the time, something truthfully that I still miss. It was of course by then much more convenient and hassle free to watch porn and jack off in the comfort of your living room...and believe me I was regularly doing just that!  I jacked off so much to "Debbie Does Dallas" I wore out my Betamax copy and had to go out and buy another. That was one hot porn flick amigo!


I turned 50 in August of 1990. I'm not sure why but that birthday didn't bother me nearly as much as turning 40 did. I was pretty content even though I didn't have a female companion and steady sex partner in my life. The job was going well, I was doing a lot of traveling and had a comfortable amount of money to spend as I chose. Of course I was still a horndog! I ogled all the young women, fantasized about fucking them as I walked down the street and jacked off to them later but I really wasn't going to the bars or hunting poontang much at all anymore. I figured sooner or later I'd meet another companion and for now jerking off was all I needed to get me through the night. Maybe it was just a sign of getting older and getting wiser.

I confess that I wasn't completely a wise man though. I mentioned in an earlier post that the AIDS epidemic had pretty much scared me straight in regard to one night stands, whores and fucking without condoms. My first two sexual encounters in my fifties were indeed quickies without condoms. They were spur of the moment things that just happened. I lucked out and never caught anything but worrying about them afterwards taught me a lesson...don't do that again! What can I tell you except that my daddy's favorite old saying "A stiff prick has no conscience!" consisted of the truest words ever spoken! I think BIll Clinton among many other guys will confirm that!

I think it was the week before Easter in 1991. I was driving back to Stockton from San Diego when I picked up a young female hitchhiker named Joyce. I stopped for gas in LA and Joyce was waiting by the freeway entrance with thumb out as I got back onto Interstate 5. I never stop for guy hitchhikers but gals are a different story, not that I ever expect sex to be the result of picking them up. Women are just more fun to talk to and in general you don't have to worry about losing your wallet or being whacked over the head by them. Joyce appeared to be sort of a "hippie chick" even though the days of the hippies were long gone. Long brown hair, no bra, well worn jeans, her belongings in a backpack. She was a UCLA college student going to spend the spring break with her sister who lived near San Francisco. She was friendly and we talked about lots of different things as we headed north.

I hadn't been around too many women her age (she turned out to be 19) and I was a bit surprised by her vocabulary. Lots of profanities including liberal use of "fuck". I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said she had one but dumped him "because all he wanted to do is fuck", among other choice comments. I just laughed and said her boyfriend sounded completely normal to me! I asked her if she wanted to stop for lunch in Bakersfield and she said she didn't have much money so of course I offered to buy lunch for her and she gladly accepted my offer. We talked more as we headed north after lunch but she soon fell asleep in the passenger side. I glanced over at the cleavage, the bouncing boobies and the crotch of her tight jeans as she slept and wished I was thirty years younger! I could feel my cock getting hard as I continued to drive north.

Joyce woke up a couple of hours later as we approached Stockton. It was late afternoon and would be dark in an hour or so. I really expected her to decline my invitation but I told Joyce she was welcome to spend the night on the couch in my living room and continue to her Bay Area destination in the morning. She did reply "No thanks" and said she wanted to finish the trip that night. I said that was fine but just be careful hitchhiking at night. A few minutes later she changed her mind and took me up on my offer to spend the night. She said she would call her sister and tell her she was in a motel for the night. I told her that was really the best thing to do. We stopped at a restaurant and I bought her dinner before driving us to my apartment.



I REALLY didn't expect to have sex that night. I didn't think there was a chance in hell that a 19 year old girl would want to fuck a 50 year old guy! That's just ti what happened though. We drank some wine and she offered me some pot from her backpack, the first I had smoked in about 20 years. Not being a smoker, pot had really never appealed to me that much. Of course I tried it in the sixties (who didn't?) but never really got the habit. This was some good shit though and I think it just loosened both of us enough to want to fuck. We were soon making out like a couple of teens (actually she still was a teen!) She was the one who said "Take me to bed!" I remember her giggling as I picked her up and carried into my bedroom. Before long we were both naked and I had my head buried between her shapely young legs. She returned the favor with some lovely pre-fucking cock sucking! A wet dream come to life!



The sex was absolutely great! I hadn't been with a girl her age since I was in my twenties, haven't been with one since either and at my age I'm reasonably sure that I never will be with one again. I suspect it was my "last hurrah" with tight young still teen pussy! I'd been with women closer to my own age ever since Barbara (my older woman friend) introduced me to sex. No complaints there at all, women my age or even a bit older are fine and I love them all! But it was a rush fucking a lovely 19 year old with her almost perfect body...those firm tits, that soft, round butt and that tight, tight young pussy...I'm getting hard just thinking about that night! After fucking we talked, drank some more wine and then fucked again. We didn't get to sleep until about 3 or 4 in the morning.


I awoke with a bad hangover about 10 the next morning. Joyce was still sleeping beside me. It then hit me that we had fucked twice without condoms and I thought "Oh shit!", not only thinking about STDs but also about the other possibility that I knocked her up. I woke Joyce up and told her what time it was. She was not feeling too good herself. I got up, made some coffee and breakfast for us. The coffee and hot showers which we then took separately seemed to help. When she came out of the shower and I gazed on that lovely young body I felt like fucking her again or at least burying my face in that sweet young freshly showered muff. I tried to talk her into fucking (with a condom this time...a blow job or a hand job would do!) but she said she had to get going, her sister would be worrying about her.


 I called Greyhound Bus and found there was an early afternoon bus to San Francisco and told her I would buy her a ticket and it would be better than hitching. She said okay so I drove her to the bus depot in Stockton and we said goodbye. I never saw or heard from Joyce again, not that I expected to. I worried for a while about knocking her up and having a paternity suit slapped on me but that never happened. I doubt that I had to worry about STDs in her case...but it was still stupid to fuck without a condom. Blame it on the wine...or the pot...or just that old phrase "A stiff dick has no conscience!" Oh how sweet that warm young body was though...a night I will truly never forget!


If that wasn't enough unsafe sex, a few months later I got approached by a young woman in downtown Stockton. She didn't look like a professional whore but she needed some money and after I turned her panhandling request down offered me a blow job for $20. She was cute, I was horny and even though I knew I shouldn't have, I took her up on her offer and let her suck me off in my car. She didn't have any condoms, insisted she was clean but looking back, what a stupid fucking move on my part! I worried about that blow job for months afterwards! I had made my "no more whoring" vow years earlier but had slipped off the wagon again! As with Joyce, I lucked out once again. I went for an AIDS test several months later, then again at the one year mark and both proved negative.


That little episode and the worry afterward definitely taught me a lesson though. No more whores EVER and no more fucking without condoms unless you are absolutely sure you are both clean (in a permanent relationship in other words!) And yet...proving some of us never learn I fucked Gloria (my old girlfriend) without a condom when she paid me an unexpected visit last fall. We talked about it, both said we hadn't been having any casual relationships and were clean, I trust her completely...and yet...and yet...will I ever learn my lesson? Maybe it's true that you really can't teach an old (horn)dog new tricks!


Anyway, after the one night stand with Joyce and the blow job from the whore, it was back to safe sex, which meant jacking off and porn for the next couple of years until I met my next true love...and I'll write about that in my next installment. Hey, aren't you glad this boring (but true!) story of my sex life will soon be coming to an end? I'll be up to the present day by next month. Then what the fuck am I going to write about, besides the quite obvious jacking off? I haven't got a clue!

4 comments:

anu said...

Mike i hope your explorations never come to an end. You are so cute and authentic.

Hugs

Elizabeth said...

I love your stories....after you've finished the memoir, you'll have to start working on fiction!

Anastasia Beaverhousen said...

I agree keep writing, I was thinking just that the other day. I was thinking about what would happen to your blog after you finish with your life stories and got worried you would just stop writing or close it.

I really enjoy reading you, please don't stop writing.

Horny Old Guy said...

Thanks for the kind words ladies! I won't be closing the blog for a while but obviously there will be less to write about once I get caught up with my sexual history. Hopefully I will "get lucky" once in a while but I'm not going to make anything up. I'll keep talking about my "hobby" (jacking off of course!) too and bring up a few more other sex related topics from time to time...maybe some more sexual nostalgia too...so "it's ain't over yet", even if my sex life with women is...and I don't even think that's the case! Cheers!