Good Feelings

I'm guessing most men learn how good it feels to touch themselves at a young age. Initially not understanding why it feels good, but knowing that it's something different and very personal they can enjoy time after time. Gradually learning the various ways to stimulate themselves, until they get to the point when they unexpectedly have an incredibly satisfying eruption. Maybe a bit frightening to first experience, but soon learning it's an even more arousing sensation to feel AND watch.

Once the semen started flowing for me, I found different ways to contain it. Since it was usually an activity carried out in the dark safety of my bed. I didn't want to be easily detected, so I began wrapping my cock with a washcloth or inserting it in a sock after becoming hard though not quite ready to come. The tremendous release of masturbating to orgasm soothed and calmed me. Being able to do something without anyone else's help made me feel self-sufficient, perhaps.

As an 18 year-old high school senior, I had a girlfriend, Jen, also 18. We were very sexually active. Since she was being raised by a single mother who was frequently out with her boyfriend, we of played in Jen's bedroom. We had entered our relationship both sexually naive, but so eager and horny to learn. I was seemingly in a constant erect state whenever we touched in any way. This led to mutual genital rubbing at movies, in secluded parking spots, and any location where we could touch each other.

Jen also was intrigued by watching me jerk off. She kept hand towels in her bedroom for that reason. When we didn't have much time to play, she encouraged me to lie on her bed with my pants pulled down to stroke my cock for her. She'd whisper dirty things as I stroked, making it impossible to hold out for long. With her head on my shoulder, Jen would urge me to come, and, sooner rather than later, I'd blow my load. Then she'd kiss me and clean me up with a hand towel.

Knowing how easy it was to get me off, during one very hot makeout session, Jen was massaging my oh so hard cock through my pants as I felt her tits. She cupped my balls gently squeezing, then moved her hand to grab the length of me. With a pulsating grip, Jen began jerking me off while we still had our tongues playing. Grasp after grasp after grasp felt soooo good and I felt a surge in my cock. I began coming, shooting hot jizz in my pants. Soon my crotch was soaked as she then used the heel & palm of her hand to continue rubbing me. I was so wet some cum oozed through the material. Jen was unfazed continuing to just massage me. It was easily the most erotic masturbation experience I had ever had.

We fucked often, but Jen never sucked my cock. She was content with watching me play with myself, as well as making me come for her in my pants many times. After a while she began keeping my cum-soaked underwear as a kind of souvenir. She said that they were something for her to smell to remind her of me during the very little time we were apart. Telling me that only kept me even more hard for her. I was so lucky to have a caring, very sexual partner in beginning my life of sexual exploration.

We dated less than a year, then parted ways after graduation. We both went on to create lives with other people. Though I'm not usually interested in class reunions, when our ten-year reunion rolled around, Jen located me on FB to ask if I was going. She said she'd really like to see me. I was at the end of a disastrous marriage and Jen asking me this reminded me of the great times we had shared. I told her I was going to the reunion, which seemed to make her pleased.

When I got there, it took a while to recognize and remember people.There were people I only vaguely knew while I was in school and seemingly nobody I knew well.

Then I saw Jen. Casual attire was the order of the day with Jen in some skin-tight jeans, a silky blouse, and some cowboy (cowgirl?) boots. She soon saw me too and hurried over to give me a hug. She had filled out a little, her breasts more substantial, but her body was shapely & sensuous. It felt like we'd just missed a few days of seeing each other from ten years before.

We chatted about what we'd been doing since we last seen each other. She was married with two children, having done a variety of jobs. I told her about my marriage adventure, about which she commented that we both deserved better things. That caused a flicker in my heart and elsewhere.

As we continued to talk, a slow song came on. It was a song we enjoyed from our high school time together. Jen asked me to dance and I certainly wasn't going to say no. We danced closely holding each other as if either of us would want to get away. I felt a little self-conscious when I saw Jen's husband sitting alone. Jen told me not to worry about him because he only came with her for appearances' sake. What exactly she meant wasn't clear to me, but I was happy to continue as if we were the only two people in the room.

Jen sighed as we danced. I'm sure she could feel how much being so close to her was arousing me. When the song ended, she told me she wanted to find someplace that we could be alone. The reunion was being held in a former old library building, so we scurried to a corner where there was a staircase and quickly descended to the

basement.

We were clearly both on fire as we found a very private office there in which we began a frenzied attack of each other. Hugging and kissing and jamming our bodies together as we knew we had to have each other.

Jen kept repeating, "It should have been you all this time..."

I had to admit that in the intervening years I had thought and fantasized about her often. We did go well together. I never realized how much I enjoyed & loved what we shared back then.

Like old times, we kissed feverishly and deeply while our hands explored. She knew I was rock hard, groping & clutching my swollen cock. Her touch was magically sensational! I wanted to come very badly, then she asked if I would come in my pants for her.

Just hearing her ask the question was almost enough to make me gush. I told her to keep doing what she was doing and she'd get her wish. Jen rubbed, kneaded, and pumped me into the ecstasy of an incredible orgasm, my pants very visibly dampened. To my surprise and pleasure, Jen then undid my belt & zipper to witness what she'd let loose. She grabbed my cock and took me in her mouth, pausing to tell me how much she had wanted to taste me. Jen very thoroughly used her tongue to get as much cum as she could then stood to kiss me again.

Knowing she had my juices in her mouth and knowing she was sharing them with me made my cock stiffen again. I had to have her. I asked her to pleeeeease take her jeans off, then found her pantiless pussy soaking wet. I knelt to lick her with her fragrance making my head swim. This was unbelievably erotic.

I stood to kiss her, then after swishing our tongues together, I laid her across the desk ramming my newly engorged cock into her juicy pussy. The combination of heat and wetness was as intoxicating as her taste. I can usually last longer, but within a few minutes, I had drained my cock of another load of jizz.

We knew we had to get back or people would wonder where we went. We kissed more, then dressed and went back up to the main floor.

We had promised to not let it end this time and we were true to our words. Within a few months, Jen separated from her husband as I also did from my wife. We had been seeing each other ever since the reunion. We discovered that first loves can be very enduring, as we rejoined, eventually married, and we've had a beautiful, nicely sexual life together since. We've lived our life together as we've mutually chosen experiencing as many fantasies as possible. Life can be so good.