Hi guys,
It has been a couple weeks away from my Aneros sessions, but I hope to have one later tonight before midnight. Boy, I miss my Aneros buddies. Just the thought of the Aneros and sessions is enough to rev up my Aless!
I discovered my penis for sure at age five. That was when I discovered my cockhead or Glans which I learned years later is jam packed with nerves to produce exquisite sexual pleasure in the male. That is why guys like to jack off and fuck.
When I entered puberty at age eleven, I experienced my first growth spurts in my body, certainly in my genitalia when I noticed my first pubic hairs sprouting. Soon after I discovered my dad’s jockstrap drying above the bathtub at home. That was in the early 1960’s when was a little league baseball umpire in our town in Northwestern Connecticut. He wore a men’s large Johnson & Johnson Blueribbon athletic supporter. His jock pouch was huge. Of course, his jock was way to large for me to wear. When I entered 7th grade, we had to take PE three times a week. So I had to buy a jockstrap which was a required part of our gym uniform. I believe that I was age twelve when I slipped on my first jockstrap. It was a Johnson & Johnson Coach jockstrap, boys size. It came in a small box with an athletic guy wearing nothing but a jockstrap. I popped a boner which oozed precum in my chinos. I couldn’t wait to get home to try it on. I slipped it naked on in the privacy of my bedroom. My erection was throbbing by then, so I had my boyish cock in the twelve o’clock position in the jock pouch. My oozing Glans was scrunched against the very top of my jock pouch. Wow, my jock pouch had a wet spot when I took off my jockstrap.
While I was spastic at sports in junior and senior high, I certainly enjoyed wearing my gym uniform and the bare assed feel which my jockstrap produced. Slipping that jockstrap first time at age twelve was certainly sexual awakening for me. I too went through puberty and adolescence like most other boys. Deep down inside I felt a pride in my developing male maturity. At the same time, I admired my dad in the summertime for sure when he officiated as a baseball umpire. Several times a week, he’d come home from work, have a cup of coffee, and relax in his easy chair while watching TV before dinnertime. After dinner, he would go to his bedroom which he of course shared with my mother. Then he would don his umpire’s uniform. Little did he know that I knew he also wore his jockstrap. However, sometimes he would race through the house naked. That would embarrass my mother, but always thrilled me. His penis would flop about in his scurry to get ready to suit up and leave the house to the town’s athletic field. His cock was a much larger version of mine. He was circumcised like me and he had a knobby glans like mine.
I remember getting my first jockstrap for gym in early September 1963. I wanted to recapture the exquisite feelings that that jock produced on my meat, especially my Glans. So in the following weeks and months when I had privacy, I would tease my cockshaft and cockhead. Leisurely caressing of meat evolved into something more determine which soon after that I discovered instinctively the masturbatory grip. I want the feelings to last and be as sweet as possible in my sessions. But early one Saturday evening before bedtime in April 1964, it seemed that my stroking took on a life of its own. It seemed that I was climbing a mountain of increasing sexual pleasure. Finally without warning, a tidal wave of exquisite sexual pleasure sweetness swept over me. It was pulsating in fact as I experienced my first bona fide orgasm and ejaculation of semen!
When my parents learned of my masturbation sessions, they were shocked. They in league with my physician, an uptight U.S. Navy doctor, tried to fill me with guilt by telling that masturbation was bad. Fortunately when I was a senior in high school, the minister of our church invited an enlightened doctor to give our youth fellowship the facts of life along with important information about sexually transmitted diseases. This doctor told us that masturbation is natural and OK if done in private. That relieved me very much, but going away to college was a true liberation in September 1968. By then my parents had shed most of their Victorian mores when it came to sex.
From adolescence onward, I became knowledgeable about sex and the functioning of my equipment. When I masturbate even now, I am awed by my sexual urges and appetites and how my genitalia works. I learned over the years that the physical center of my sexuality is my cock with my Glans and prostate is at opposite ends of my “pump-action shotgun.” Sexual pleasure originates in my Glans, travels down my cockshaft, and ends up in my prostate, and then travels up in a reverse direction to the glans. As I masturbate, this flow of pleasure becomes circular. Finally it reaches a crescendo in orgasm and ejaculation of semen! But many guys develop techniques of making their masturbation or coitus with a partner last through riding the edge of ejaculatory inevitability. They delay as long as possible passing the “point of no return” or PONR. Thus he develops techniques for maxing his self-pleasure or pleasuring his partner. But what erotic sweetness when he finally passes the PONR after a long, successful edging session!
So last night, I masturbated leisurely. I edged. My cock certainly enjoying the attention I was giving him. I also enjoyed downloading tumblr pics of baseball players with huge cup bulges in their baseball uniform pants. My sexual ardor last night was enhanced by reading one of my favorite sex stories.At age 67, I may now masturbate once or twice a month. But when I ejaculate now, my cum is certainly creamy and my orgasm is so sweet and lasts longer than five minutes!
Later tonight, I will certainly prep MGX, Maximus, and Progasm Classic and set up my session to begin in the 10 p.m. hour.
Take care!
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