After 60 years of masturbation, I can’t say I’ve ever tired of it. Started out when I and a couple of my friends (when we were 8 or 9) would go off to the woods, pull out our pre-hairy cocks, and see who could pee the farthest. We did this for a couple years and it was just about peeing at first, but after a while I found myself getting an erection at the sight of my friends' cocks and fondling my own. I was very surprised that after a little of that I suddenly had a very pleasant, warm feeling overcome me and then a sudden sense of release accompanied by shooting a LOT of cum at least a fo… Weiterlesen

Are you male or female? Male Age? Over 70 At what age did you start masturbating? 12 How many times a week do you masturbate? At least once, maximum of 3 How many times do you orgasm each time you play with yourself? Usually once, but sometimes twice -- other times I’m just into playing and "saving up" for a good solid orgasm later. Where do you masturbate: In bed? Yes In the shower? Yes In the bath? Don't take baths Outdoors? Not these days, but used to live in rural area and did then At work? No Every room in the house? No, just bedroom, bathroom or office (at compu… Weiterlesen

It was something to behold, and I vividly remember the first time I did. I'd been introduced to her by some mutual friends who felt they were doing a favor because both she and I were without partners at the time. She wasn't exactly beautiful, with a merely pretty face -- but she had what looked to be a promising body beneath her jeans and sweater. It didn't take long to find out. We had a late lunch that afternoon and, at her suggestion, we went to my house -- because it was closer. After talking and getting to know a little of each other's "story," she took the lead and brazenly put… Weiterlesen

Eighteenth century English literature class became something I looked forward to every week, and going with Laurie to her apartment afterwards became a regular thing. Our second and third times together, we continued to follow the hands-only "rule" -- but on the fourth visit she introduced a new rule. "Today I want to go down on you," she said, "but I don't want you to go down on me yet. Is that okay?" You bet! She had me sit in an easy chair in the living room which she first covered with a large beach towel -- "just in case," she smiled. She crouched on the floor in front of me, e… Weiterlesen

I was an early reader, and devoured all sort of reading material without much regard to what it was -- my mother's women's magazines, cereal packages, and of course comic books. One day in 1952 when I was **********, I was walking down the street the evening before trash collection in our neighborhood in Los Angeles and spotted a pile of discarded magazines sitting on the ground next to a garbage can. Most of them were sports and automobile magazines, so you can imagine my surprise when midway through the stack I found a couple of "sunbathing" magazines with photos of naked men and wom… Weiterlesen

My wife and I have been together for many years, but for the last eight or so we haven't been able to have intercourse (in either opening) because she suffers from a disorder (which has a name, but I don't remember it just now and don't want to take time to search for it online) that makes penetration extremely painful, in fact impossible, beyond the first half-inch or so. Since we both loved fucking (especially anal, which she resisted at first but then grew to love as much as and sometimes more than vaginal), we were initially very unhappy. But then we realized it's not the end of the world… Weiterlesen

Many years ago I was involuntarily single for what seemed like a long time -- over a year. I was working a construction job putting up a suburban shopping mall and never saw women during the day. I've never cared for the bar scene so I spent my evenings looking through my collection of well-thumbed porn magazines, watching videos from the back room of my local outlet, and emptying tube after tube of lube. I had a long tapered butt plug for those special moments when a cucumber just wouldn't do and I wanted both hands available. Even though I was very creative about ways to jerk off, it stil… Weiterlesen

One of my enduring memories from my teen years back in the '50s: I was at a pool party at the home of an older couple I'd only recently met. It was late August and the day was sunny and warm -- but happily not uncomfortably so. Their pool was new to them, and this party was its inaugural "voyage." It was set in a lovely and very large yard that was also heavily wooded, with trees and tall hedges and fences set in various elevations, offering some seclusion. I'd worn my Speedos under my jeans, brought a beach towel as requested in the invitation, and stripped out of my pants and shoes onc… Weiterlesen

One of my enduring memories from my teen years back in the '50s: I was at a pool party at the home of an older couple I'd only recently met. It was late August and the day was sunny and warm -- but happily not uncomfortably so. Their pool was new to them, and this party was its inaugural "voyage." It was set in a lovely and very large yard that was also heavily wooded, with trees and tall hedges and fences set in various elevations, offering some seclusion. I'd worn my Speedos under my jeans, brought a beach towel as requested in the invitation, and stripped out of my pants and shoe… Weiterlesen