My Late Arrival to the Road to Sex - Sex Stories

My Late Arrival to the Road to Sex

When I think of the 1980's, I think of playing outside, going to skating parties and riding bikes around the neighborhood. As a young adult, music, MTV and watching romantic comedies was a way of life. Regardless of your age, movie scenes of boobs and bush could always be appreciated.

As life flew by, I was beginning to feel like I had two different personalities. My inner self was always dying to catch another glimpse of boobs and bush. My outer self was waiting to fall in love. Simply put, it was like having a devil above my right shoulder, always sexually curious, and an angel above my left shoulder, always looking for the love of my life.

I didn't experience magazine or vhs porn until my 20's, but after that happened, the devil above my right shoulder began showing up more often. Any moments I had to let my mind wander, I would be thinking about sex. When would I have it? What would it be like? Who would it be with? How would I feel afterwards? Would I feel guilty? Would I feel relieved? Would I still be in love?

Before heading to work one morning, I awoke, lightly playing with myself in bed. Since my day was already starting off with morning wood, I thought I would take a few extra minutes envisioning the woman I would one day meet. I figured I'd fool around with this ongoing erection and really bad case of blue balls I had been having. I continued running my hand around my cock. I didn't feel like stopping. I couldn't stop thinking about sex. As I continued a ...

... little more rapidly, I began to feel an exciting sensation creeping up. I wanted to immediately stop....thinking that I was suddenly in unfamiliar territory....but I couldn't stop, it felt too good. Something huge was suddenly on the horizon. I had never seen my cock this big before.

Eventually I erupted, making a sticky mess under the blanket. I was confused, but also relieved. I thought I had done something incredibly wrong, like I broke the law or something. Even though I was familiar with light porn, I wasn't really sure what would happen from stroking my cock. It was like I had just unloaded years of sex built up in my head. I was definitely late to the party.

I still had my romantic side to deal with. I always had this feeling that when I met a woman, she was going to be the ONE. She was going to be the one I had always dreamed of. I thought that was how it was supposed to be. I envisioned my dating years starting off with attraction, leading to a love story, then leading to everything else that followed. I guess all of those romantic comedies from my generation had just brain washed me. As an inexperienced adult, sex wasn't something you talked about with just anybody.

Sure, I had friends that would have sex with any woman available, no matter what their attraction, or how little they had in common. I was as horny as the next guy, but I didn't understand that way of thinking. I know, it sounds like I was kind of a snob, but I wasn't. I simply thought dating and ...