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Sex Life of a Regular Guy
 
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Early History
Posted:Feb 12, 2017 3:56 pm
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2017 11:56 am
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My childhood was fairly normal. I can remember that when I was 4 years old, I had a reputation for trying to get all of the neighborhood girls my age and all of my girl cousins to drop their panties to let me see, and I had no qualms about dropping my drawers for them to take a good look. Of course, looking meant touching too, but this is all part of a normal childhood. I did get told on a few times, and had to endure the usual scoldings, but my parents, other parents, and my aunts and uncles all knew that it was harmless and normal behavior. Nowadays I suppose this behavior would call for counseling and classes to teach me how bad it was, but this was a long time ago, a much happier and tolerant time.

As I grew a little, I experimented with both boys and girls, all normal I guess. I can remember playing naughty games with my little sister (a year younger) and my little brother (3 years younger) and that my sister's was the first pussy I ever kissed. All normal I suppose. My experimenting included sucking the little dicks of boys my age and two male cousins (2 and 3 years younger), but my favorite was a female cousin 2 years younger than me. We were all frequent visitors to my grandfather's farm, and boy did we have fun in the barn. All normal behavior as far as I know. I never got caught, although some of the parents suspected that we were up to something. But the result of being caught would most likely have been a scolding. Nowadays, I suppose this behavior would require extensive counseling, either to make sure I wasn't homosexual or to teach me that gay is OK, but this was a long time ago, a much happier and tolerant time.

When I was growing up, we had a bathtub, no shower. When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I discovered somehow that if I was on my knees with my lower legs doubled underneath me while in the bathtub, I could tuck my dick down between my legs, use my arms to take up my weight, and move my legs back and forth rapidly to produce an intense sensation that I later learned was an orgasm. They were dry of course, but orgasms none the less. Now this was quite some time ago, and It was very common to share the bathtub with a sibling, so I was often there with my younger sister. Not knowing what it was that I was doing, I had told my sister that when I did this, it felt really good. It didn't bother her at first, but then I started doing it 10 or 20 times during the bath, and she didn't like that I was splashing her. Soon she was yelling: "Mom, he's doing it again." Although my mother never actually saw me do it, I am certain that she knew what I was doing, although not exactly how. And even if she did know, the worst would have been a talking to. Nowadays, I would have to have counseling to find out why I need to do it so much, and they probably wouldn't accept because it feels good as a suitable response. But that was a long time ago, a much happier and tolerant time. And many parents like mine would never talk about something like that.

By the time I was 10 or 11, I began to spend time with a neighbor boy who was 4 or 5 years older than me. We didn't spend a lot of time together, but he used to take me across the creek and up the hill to a wooded area where I could shoot my BB gun. He also introduced me to the numerous magazines readily available on the drugstore shelves. We could get away with it if we were quiet, as the old lady that ran the store didn't like us turning new magazines into something that looked very used. In those days, selections were limited to full page photos of women naked from the waste up. Even Playboy magazine didn't show beaver until the late 60s, but bare titties were more than enough for us at that age. I don't know how it got started, but I found on one such trip to the woods that he was not interested in my BB gun. He wanted to play with my dick, and he wanted me to play with his. There was never any force or coercion of any kind, and to this day, I think of him as a nice guy. I never objected to the play in general. Obviously, he had something I didn't have yet. It was hairy, hard, and big. I can't really say how big, as early in life, everything seems bigger than when you are older, but what I remember was as big as an average adult male. I found myself wanting to engage. Eventually he started sucking me, and he wanted me to suck him. That part I didn't want to do, and he didn't insist. At that point he started stroking his cock, and something happened that I had never seen before. He started to moan, and this milky looking goo came gushing out. Wow. How cool was that? Although we got together many times, and he even went with us on a trip to the grandfather's farm, it wasn't exactly a regular thing. He would always suck me, which fealt really good but didn't come to much, and he would always try to get me to suck him. But I never did, even when he would put on a condom, and he never tried to force it. However, after our first get together, I would jack him off. I kind of liked doing it, especially when he would cum, but I always thought it was too much work. At the time, I had no clue as to what was happening.

I don't remember how it happened, but one day I went up to the woods with this friend's older brother, at least 4 or 5 years older still.We were just sitting and talking and he wanted to know what all we did when I went there with his brother. He kept pressing, and asked if his brother had ever showed me his dick. Fianally, I admitted to him that I had seen and played with his brother's dick. Then he asked me how big it was, and when all I could say was that it was big, he opened his pants and whipped out his dick. It was big, hairy, and hard. Then he asked: "Was it as big as this?" Although it seemed to be about the same, I told him no. There was something about this guy I just didn't like, so I made up an excuse and we went home. If we had been caught, it most likely would have only resulted in a lot of silence, as nobody would have wanted to talk about it. Nowadays everyone would have to have extensive counseling and at least one person would have gone to prison. Although this was a long time ago, and still a happier and tolerant time, somehow, I just knew that all of this was something nobody could ever find out about. I was probably 12 the last time I saw my friend.
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The sex life and times of a faily normal guy
Posted:Feb 12, 2017 2:51 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:14 pm
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I debated with myself for a long time whether or not to have a blog. It seems that everyone has one now, including those who only relate obvious fantasies, and many who couldn't write a cohesive sentence to save their lives. But I haven't decided if that is a plus or a minus in my debate. Then I look at some of the better ones, those who write well as well as relate true life events (or a mix of the two), and those whose main purpose is to advertise or share themselves through their photos. After considering everything, I have decided that a blog is the way to go, if for no other reason than to be able to attach the "View my blog" link so that people can contact me. Being a standard member here, there aren't too many other options. And besides that, I just want to do it.

I have also decided that although I will at times discuss my fantasies, they will be labeled as fantasies. I will never try to sell as true the story about the neighbor lady who came onto me, and who was able to squirt a quart, and we sat around later drinking her cum juice like lemonade. I also won't try to tell anyone that I can cum a half or even a quarter of a cup, or that it is sweet.

I want to use my blog for both historic and current events regarding my sex life, not that there's anything especially remarkable about my sex life. That's just the way I want to do it. Perhaps others may be interested in reading about how I started out and how I got into certain activities, as well as contributing any similar events in their lives. You won't see many photos, as I don't have any that are relevant. I won't say that you won't see any. Just not many. So here we go.
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