I look forward to reading about those special experiences.
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Remembering past experiences...
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I have those early memories too.
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I’d rather forget my first time lol
Most of my student life were spent in hostels and I have many memorable experiences. Every semester we would get shunted and paired in different rooms, unless we were in the paid premium block. One such semester, I was watching some porn with a room mate. His cock began to peek out of his shorts... I laughed and he pulled down his shorts saying it was uncomfortable. As I watched his cock began to grow. Then he had a very big hardon and I playfully slapped it. I think I was actually expecting us to have a good laugh. But he moaned and asked me for a handjob. I didn't think much of it then, I began to stroke him.. then he began to cum. We both laughed and then we cleaned up and went out to catch up with some friends.
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I was thinking about an ex girlfriend last night and had a chuckle.
I was 18 or 19, I think she was 23. and we were casually dating for a little bit. I remember her being a a really good kisser, but we never had sex. I think I had gone down on her, as I remember her giving me some instructions at one point on how to finger her.
Anyways, one evening she was feeling very sensual, and told me that she wanted to do something nice for me, but I couldn't reciprocate. She say me on her couch and took off my jeans and boxers, revealing my young shaved cock. She started to going down on me, and I think that might have been my first blow job.
Gosh it was really good. She was passionate, and she really knew how to suck. She took her time, and very sensually sucked on, and made out with my cock. I remember her soft, full, and warm lips around my cock, and her tongue gently massaging the bottom side of my head. She was in no hurry, and I was really enjoying it. It was really, really nice...
Well, since I didn't ask for it, and she didn't give any instruction, there was no discussion for how to finish....
So when it came time for me to cum, I held it for a moment, but finally came in her mouth, as I filled her mouth with my warm, juicy cum in a several strong spasms. I'd like to say that my hands were lovingly woven through her hair, but I honestly can't remember...
Well, she took my cum in her mouth, then silently got up and ran away to the bathroom and locked the door, for what seemed like an eternity. I sat there on her couch half naked, waiting patiently as I could hear her brushing her teeth for minutes, wondering to myself, "WTF was that...!?"
She came back out and gave me some uncomfortable speech about how she didn't like that, and that I shouldn't cum in her mouth again. She may have even said "disrespectful" or something to the effect.
I laugh about how strange that was now. She was all for me going down or fingering her as we made out. She was eager in the moment to lovingly, sensually go down on me. And then she acted like a proper, uppity brat at my 'audacity' to cum in her mouth, from an unsolicited blowjob, despite no requests otherwise... Whatever... LOL
Fast forward 20 years, and my wife is a trooper. I've only cum in her mouth once, as oral is a prelude to intercourse for us. Neither of us were planning on me cumming. But when it happened she just took it like a champ, went to the bathroom for a quick spit & rinse, and came back giggling...
I was 18 or 19, I think she was 23. and we were casually dating for a little bit. I remember her being a a really good kisser, but we never had sex. I think I had gone down on her, as I remember her giving me some instructions at one point on how to finger her.
Anyways, one evening she was feeling very sensual, and told me that she wanted to do something nice for me, but I couldn't reciprocate. She say me on her couch and took off my jeans and boxers, revealing my young shaved cock. She started to going down on me, and I think that might have been my first blow job.
Gosh it was really good. She was passionate, and she really knew how to suck. She took her time, and very sensually sucked on, and made out with my cock. I remember her soft, full, and warm lips around my cock, and her tongue gently massaging the bottom side of my head. She was in no hurry, and I was really enjoying it. It was really, really nice...
Well, since I didn't ask for it, and she didn't give any instruction, there was no discussion for how to finish....
So when it came time for me to cum, I held it for a moment, but finally came in her mouth, as I filled her mouth with my warm, juicy cum in a several strong spasms. I'd like to say that my hands were lovingly woven through her hair, but I honestly can't remember...
Well, she took my cum in her mouth, then silently got up and ran away to the bathroom and locked the door, for what seemed like an eternity. I sat there on her couch half naked, waiting patiently as I could hear her brushing her teeth for minutes, wondering to myself, "WTF was that...!?"
She came back out and gave me some uncomfortable speech about how she didn't like that, and that I shouldn't cum in her mouth again. She may have even said "disrespectful" or something to the effect.
I laugh about how strange that was now. She was all for me going down or fingering her as we made out. She was eager in the moment to lovingly, sensually go down on me. And then she acted like a proper, uppity brat at my 'audacity' to cum in her mouth, from an unsolicited blowjob, despite no requests otherwise... Whatever... LOL
Fast forward 20 years, and my wife is a trooper. I've only cum in her mouth once, as oral is a prelude to intercourse for us. Neither of us were planning on me cumming. But when it happened she just took it like a champ, went to the bathroom for a quick spit & rinse, and came back giggling...
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best memories were when I was in my early 20's and then again in my 50's and 60's
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I started documenting my sexual adventures very early on. I’m not sure why; I just liked chronicling stuff in my diary and photographing or filming as the situation allowed.
It started when I was with a boyfriend on a ‘study date’ - ie sitting in his room with the door cracked, frantically making out as soon as we thought his mom was out of earshot. As I was sucking him, I heard that whirr of the iPhone camera shutter and realised he’d photographed me with his cock in my mouth.
I was pretty pissed: he hadn’t even asked! But the photo was so hot!
I looked sexy and confident, completely engrossed in my mission to make him explode before his mom thumped up the stairs again. And from that moment, I made a point of recording and journaling my fledgling sex life.
Two years after that, I popped my cherry and the floodgates opened. The videos and pictures piled up on CD-ROMs
and became a major source of masturbation material. I diligently archived my social media posts, too..
In 2016, I started cam work with Privacy, and the limitations of CD-ROMs became pretty darned obvious. With money pouring in, I invested in some serious physical storage capacity and devoted half an hour every weekend to tagging and sorting that week’s content.
So, while I can’t necessarily name the owner of every cock I’ve sucked or pussy I’ve fingered, odds are that there’s an image or video in there somewhere with a location and (possibly) acerbic observation. I still journal my marital sexual experiences, and hubby still rolls his eyes as he lets me film a minute of pounding or sucking, but it’s all for posterity. I want my horniness to be a part of history.
It started when I was with a boyfriend on a ‘study date’ - ie sitting in his room with the door cracked, frantically making out as soon as we thought his mom was out of earshot. As I was sucking him, I heard that whirr of the iPhone camera shutter and realised he’d photographed me with his cock in my mouth.
I was pretty pissed: he hadn’t even asked! But the photo was so hot!
I looked sexy and confident, completely engrossed in my mission to make him explode before his mom thumped up the stairs again. And from that moment, I made a point of recording and journaling my fledgling sex life.Two years after that, I popped my cherry and the floodgates opened. The videos and pictures piled up on CD-ROMs
and became a major source of masturbation material. I diligently archived my social media posts, too..In 2016, I started cam work with Privacy, and the limitations of CD-ROMs became pretty darned obvious. With money pouring in, I invested in some serious physical storage capacity and devoted half an hour every weekend to tagging and sorting that week’s content.
So, while I can’t necessarily name the owner of every cock I’ve sucked or pussy I’ve fingered, odds are that there’s an image or video in there somewhere with a location and (possibly) acerbic observation. I still journal my marital sexual experiences, and hubby still rolls his eyes as he lets me film a minute of pounding or sucking, but it’s all for posterity. I want my horniness to be a part of history.
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Remembering past experiences is something that IMHO keeps us forging forward. One of mine was during a trip to Paris, and perhaps it was the sheer unexpected and serendipitous nature of what unfolded that has me still drifting back to when masturbating... 
https://www.literotica.com/s/being-watched-squirting-in-paris
https://www.literotica.com/s/being-watched-squirting-in-paris
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I had some fun times and I like to share them. I walked away from the kind of sex I used to have for love. I don’t regret it just miss it sometimes.
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Mmm, so many memories I could relate, but one I recall that still turns me on. It was when my husband and I were living at our first place, a singlewide mobile home, just south of Myrtle Beach. We were sitting on a small couch opposite our television watching porn. Both of us nude propped up in opposite corners. Specifically a movie starring Christy Canyon. My husband and I were passing a joint back and forth, and playing with ourselves while we took in the scenes in front of us. At one point, watching Ms. Canyon being eaten out by another woman, my husband noticed my intense concentration on the screen. "You like her?" he asked, as we watched her massive natural tits as she heaved up in orgasm. The middle finger of my right hand was thrusting in and out of my soaking wet pussy. The other pinching my left nipple. "She has beautiful tits", I replied. "Fuck I'd love to be licking them right now". My confession was too much for him. He quickly stood in front of me, grunted and began unloading a massive amount of thick hot cum. I thrust my chest out and let him unload on my tits to the point it was dripping off me on to my legs, the couch and carpet. Later he recovered and we took the movie into the bedroom where he doggy fucked me for nearly an hour straight. For nearly all our married life Ms. Canyons movies and photos have been part of our sex life both together or flying solo. Yes, I have jilled off to her on numerous occasions.
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This thread is fun. I’ll share one that’s been in my head a lot of late.
About seven years ago, I went out on a date with a match from one of the apps. Bumble I think. I was a bit obsessed because she was a redhead (my kryptonite) and taller than me. We had great virtual chemistry. Easy conversation and lots of common interests. So I was optimistic going into the date. We settled on a local Irish Pub that was walkable for both of us.
Alas, the in-person chemistry was a miss. Not terribly so, the conversation was decent, and she was definitely attractive (hot "Mom Bod" with a great ass) but our pheromones just weren't aligning. Biggest demerit for me is she was a tobacco smoker and hadn't disclosed that. No offense if it's your vice; it's definitely not mine! The conversation was decent enough but I wasn't feeling anything physical and I didn't think she was either. We just weren't vibing like that. Mostly I was excited to have someone to dish about Star Trek Discovery and Game of Thrones with, lol. Both were airing new episodes and I had no local friends to discuss them with.
Anyhow, we stuck it out for three or four drinks until the crowd got too loud. We weren't done with the conversation and settled on my place over hers, since it was a little bit closer and I had the balcony that would allow her to smoke. Sat out there for another hour or so, still not feeling anything physical, nor getting any signs from her that she was...
Until the thunderstorm and torrential downpour started. It came out of nowhere. Loud clap of thunder right on top of us and it's immediately raining cats and dogs. Typical thunderstorm on the Gulf Coast. Something about it struck a chord for both of us. She looked at me, I looked at her, and it just clicked. I couldn't smell cigarette smoke any longer. I smelled her and I wanted her.
Wound up behind her, kissing the nape of her neck, taking in her scent and listening to her moans. She gets a hand into my pants, pulling my erection up, playing with the river of precum that's already flowing. I don't remember who unbuttoned her jeans but I do remember I was the one that pulled them down, over that amazing ass, and her panties going with them. I dropped my shorts, lined up, and entered her, our juices instantly combining. One of those penetrations where you're both soaked and things just work.
Just like that, over my balcony railing in a torrential downpour and thunderstorm. Less than two minutes from the start of the storm to unprotected sex. I had a lot of sex with a lot of people in that bachelor pad but she was the only one on the balcony. One of the most primal times in my life. We fucked in concert with the storm, loudly and with reckless abandon, without a word being spoken before or during. Neighbors would have heard and seen us if it wasn't for the storm. Of course, without the storm, it wouldn't have happened.
She came first, which sent me over the edge, and I found myself giving a creampie to someone with whom I hadn't even talked about birth control or testing. Reckless even by the standards of my manwhore phase. I was always careful about that, but this time stopping never even occurred to me. It was too primal for that.
She wound up spending the night and we did it a few more times but none compared to that first time. Foolishly, we tried to make a go of it. We had a six week long fling/relationship, which went about as well as you'd expect, and ended rather poorly.
That first night though. Top 5. Maybe Top 3. I still think about her every time it storms and every time I see a nice ass in a size too small pair of jeans.
About seven years ago, I went out on a date with a match from one of the apps. Bumble I think. I was a bit obsessed because she was a redhead (my kryptonite) and taller than me. We had great virtual chemistry. Easy conversation and lots of common interests. So I was optimistic going into the date. We settled on a local Irish Pub that was walkable for both of us.
Alas, the in-person chemistry was a miss. Not terribly so, the conversation was decent, and she was definitely attractive (hot "Mom Bod" with a great ass) but our pheromones just weren't aligning. Biggest demerit for me is she was a tobacco smoker and hadn't disclosed that. No offense if it's your vice; it's definitely not mine! The conversation was decent enough but I wasn't feeling anything physical and I didn't think she was either. We just weren't vibing like that. Mostly I was excited to have someone to dish about Star Trek Discovery and Game of Thrones with, lol. Both were airing new episodes and I had no local friends to discuss them with.
Anyhow, we stuck it out for three or four drinks until the crowd got too loud. We weren't done with the conversation and settled on my place over hers, since it was a little bit closer and I had the balcony that would allow her to smoke. Sat out there for another hour or so, still not feeling anything physical, nor getting any signs from her that she was...
Until the thunderstorm and torrential downpour started. It came out of nowhere. Loud clap of thunder right on top of us and it's immediately raining cats and dogs. Typical thunderstorm on the Gulf Coast. Something about it struck a chord for both of us. She looked at me, I looked at her, and it just clicked. I couldn't smell cigarette smoke any longer. I smelled her and I wanted her.
Wound up behind her, kissing the nape of her neck, taking in her scent and listening to her moans. She gets a hand into my pants, pulling my erection up, playing with the river of precum that's already flowing. I don't remember who unbuttoned her jeans but I do remember I was the one that pulled them down, over that amazing ass, and her panties going with them. I dropped my shorts, lined up, and entered her, our juices instantly combining. One of those penetrations where you're both soaked and things just work.
Just like that, over my balcony railing in a torrential downpour and thunderstorm. Less than two minutes from the start of the storm to unprotected sex. I had a lot of sex with a lot of people in that bachelor pad but she was the only one on the balcony. One of the most primal times in my life. We fucked in concert with the storm, loudly and with reckless abandon, without a word being spoken before or during. Neighbors would have heard and seen us if it wasn't for the storm. Of course, without the storm, it wouldn't have happened.
She came first, which sent me over the edge, and I found myself giving a creampie to someone with whom I hadn't even talked about birth control or testing. Reckless even by the standards of my manwhore phase. I was always careful about that, but this time stopping never even occurred to me. It was too primal for that.
She wound up spending the night and we did it a few more times but none compared to that first time. Foolishly, we tried to make a go of it. We had a six week long fling/relationship, which went about as well as you'd expect, and ended rather poorly.
That first night though. Top 5. Maybe Top 3. I still think about her every time it storms and every time I see a nice ass in a size too small pair of jeans.
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I know this wasn't the point of your story but it was my favorite part. My first digital camera was 2.1 megapixels and I'm thinking "It wasn't that grainy..." so I went back and found some old photos.
Spoiler: They were that grainy.
Best part, inflation adjusted that camera cost more than my iPhone, which takes infinitely better pictures and also doubles as, you know, a phone. Plus a navigation device, music player, and portable Library of Alexandria....
Many many years ago, I witnessed my first girlfriend a chinese girl having an affair with some guy at a National Park after following her.
I wasn't intentionally spying on her but had the suspicion enough to not trust her when she casually said she was heading to the park with her bestie for the day.
I still remember walking down the main trail suspecting she had walked that direction and then having to put my hoodie on and dark glasses when I saw her with some strange fellow walking behind her heading towards me in the opposite direction.
At the time I was both rattled and confused to upset when they walked right past me, unbeknown to her there was me her supposed boyfriend following her down another track where they settled down against a large tree for something to eat.
By this stage I was indeed rattled, angry, jealous and shaking with nervous anticipation as I watched them chatting and laughing from a distance of probably 50 yards without their knowledge. I had with me my old mini dvd recorder which I took with me expecting to capture "evidence" of her suspected infidelity.
Wbat I ended up recording was both very graphic and upsetting at the time. The footage was shaky as I was trying to steady the recorder filming her making out with this stranger, while sitting next to each other against the large tree, something difficult to do given the circumstances.
What I eventually witnessed was her finishing this guy with her hand. It was upsetting seeing her like that. She was my first girlfriend and watching her jerking this guy off hard and fast killed me inside.
My only regret at the time was not being able to hear or should I say record sounds of them due to the distance.
This is the first part of the story.
I wasn't intentionally spying on her but had the suspicion enough to not trust her when she casually said she was heading to the park with her bestie for the day.
I still remember walking down the main trail suspecting she had walked that direction and then having to put my hoodie on and dark glasses when I saw her with some strange fellow walking behind her heading towards me in the opposite direction.
At the time I was both rattled and confused to upset when they walked right past me, unbeknown to her there was me her supposed boyfriend following her down another track where they settled down against a large tree for something to eat.
By this stage I was indeed rattled, angry, jealous and shaking with nervous anticipation as I watched them chatting and laughing from a distance of probably 50 yards without their knowledge. I had with me my old mini dvd recorder which I took with me expecting to capture "evidence" of her suspected infidelity.
Wbat I ended up recording was both very graphic and upsetting at the time. The footage was shaky as I was trying to steady the recorder filming her making out with this stranger, while sitting next to each other against the large tree, something difficult to do given the circumstances.
What I eventually witnessed was her finishing this guy with her hand. It was upsetting seeing her like that. She was my first girlfriend and watching her jerking this guy off hard and fast killed me inside.
My only regret at the time was not being able to hear or should I say record sounds of them due to the distance.
This is the first part of the story.
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While I was watching, I noticed a couple of girls to my right perhaps more than 20 yards away staring at me. They were also watching them.
Embarrassed being caught out by them and angry at what my girl was doing, I decided to leave rather confronting her. As the sexual act didn't take long, I left quickly expecting to confront her later.
In the carpark l meet the 2 girls watching earlier. Oblivious to my predicament they probably thought I was some pervert. But believe me I was more overwhelmed by the sense of confusion and breathlessness and jealous despair.
Later on I waited for her arrival back.
Embarrassed being caught out by them and angry at what my girl was doing, I decided to leave rather confronting her. As the sexual act didn't take long, I left quickly expecting to confront her later.
In the carpark l meet the 2 girls watching earlier. Oblivious to my predicament they probably thought I was some pervert. But believe me I was more overwhelmed by the sense of confusion and breathlessness and jealous despair.
Later on I waited for her arrival back.
It was torture waiting for her to come back home. I contemplated what I would say and do.
Should I directly confront her and tell her what I saw. That would only ensure an argument over following her and spying on her I thought.
The odd thing was I remember feeling how much I missed and wanted her. She was my first girlfriend and I was sexually aroused at the thought of her making another man cum. The result was letting my instinct take over.
When she arrived back, I was sexually charged and nervously excited. All I heard from her the minute she walked in was her complaining about her "bestie" What a lie I thought but couldn't outright tell her.
I followed her to the bedroom and that's where I lost it. She smelt of sex and sweat and probably wanted a shower. She looked stunning. I just pulled her shorts down to the floor followed by her soaked panties and pushed her onto the bed. She tried to resist insisting she needed a shower. Despite her pleas, I ate her like a possessed animal, I was that turned on. I didn't notice any sign of any "creampies" although she was sloppy wet. She came very quickly in succession before I fucked her in every position imaginable. It was the best sex I had with her.
I pulled out insisting she finish me with her hand and fuck she was fricky crazy, probably to experience what I saw earlier. As soon as she finished I promptly got dressed and left, despite her pleading me what's going on.
Believe me it was a painfully decision at the time.
Should I directly confront her and tell her what I saw. That would only ensure an argument over following her and spying on her I thought.
The odd thing was I remember feeling how much I missed and wanted her. She was my first girlfriend and I was sexually aroused at the thought of her making another man cum. The result was letting my instinct take over.
When she arrived back, I was sexually charged and nervously excited. All I heard from her the minute she walked in was her complaining about her "bestie" What a lie I thought but couldn't outright tell her.
I followed her to the bedroom and that's where I lost it. She smelt of sex and sweat and probably wanted a shower. She looked stunning. I just pulled her shorts down to the floor followed by her soaked panties and pushed her onto the bed. She tried to resist insisting she needed a shower. Despite her pleas, I ate her like a possessed animal, I was that turned on. I didn't notice any sign of any "creampies" although she was sloppy wet. She came very quickly in succession before I fucked her in every position imaginable. It was the best sex I had with her.
I pulled out insisting she finish me with her hand and fuck she was fricky crazy, probably to experience what I saw earlier. As soon as she finished I promptly got dressed and left, despite her pleading me what's going on.
Believe me it was a painfully decision at the time.
Just the other night I came across a video of someone walking around a town I lived in years ago. I watched for a little while ("oh, I remember that stretch of road!"), until, almost suddenly, the filmmaker came across a big house I recognized. It was the house where a young woman I dated one summer lived, and I would visit often, with us usually having sex.
I was particularly reminded of the first night I went over there. We watched a movie in the living room, and then after talking a bit, started kissing and groping. Soon, we started to open up each other's clothing (her skin was incredibly soft), with me licking her tits and fingering her clit, while she reached for my bare cock and started squeezing it. We probably would have fucked right there on the couch, but she got nervous (it wasn't her house, she was just staying there for the summer), so she said we should go up to her room. I remember climbing the stairs with my pants around my knees and my hard cock sticking out of my underwear.
We wound up fucking three times that night, and again the next morning. She turned me on so much I was ready for a fifth go (ah, to be in one's twenties again), but she had to leave for an appointment. I visited that house many more times that summer, and was left with some very fond memories of her.
Was really nice to get those memories from watching a random walking video on YT.
I was particularly reminded of the first night I went over there. We watched a movie in the living room, and then after talking a bit, started kissing and groping. Soon, we started to open up each other's clothing (her skin was incredibly soft), with me licking her tits and fingering her clit, while she reached for my bare cock and started squeezing it. We probably would have fucked right there on the couch, but she got nervous (it wasn't her house, she was just staying there for the summer), so she said we should go up to her room. I remember climbing the stairs with my pants around my knees and my hard cock sticking out of my underwear.
We wound up fucking three times that night, and again the next morning. She turned me on so much I was ready for a fifth go (ah, to be in one's twenties again), but she had to leave for an appointment. I visited that house many more times that summer, and was left with some very fond memories of her.
Was really nice to get those memories from watching a random walking video on YT.
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I have always loved her! Gorgeous face and those Armenian dark eyes, soft natural breasts. What I would have given for a long night with her!
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My mind goes back to Lynn telling me about her past Lovers and special times that stood out . the the time she did not come home for dinner, she was a friends house and got home about 9pm. it came out that she and our friend had sex but not intercourse.The memory burned into my brain..Why didn't you tell me? It was none of your business!,, that did not go well! After some time we talk and she told me " she love me but did not like sex with me due to my while I was an EMT.( an other long talk) GREAT MOM> GREAT FRIEND ETC, Divorce never entered our minds. We talk and talked and opened our marriage. Very select, mostly friends.
It was a whole new world! WE work it out, we both happy.
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It was a whole new world! WE work it out, we both happy.
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I remember this from time to time and it still makes me smile.. Could never be repeated, but a fun memory..
First year at university.
I was still living at home during that time, parents were separated by then and Dad still was living in the house.
Girlfriend and me decided we wanted to have a more comfortable place to fuck instead of back of cars or my truck. So we went to my house and spent a couple hours fucking in my room while Dad was downstairs in the den (as he called it) watching TV or some such shit. For obvious reasons we tried to be polite about any noise making, but that doesn't always work quite the way you planned.
Besides, I'd heard him banging a couple of women in the house after the separation (yup he was playing the field a bit and I was kinda pissed about it since I thought it was disrespectful of my mom) so I might have had a little payback in mind.
Anyway, after we are done we hang around in the den with my Dad for a short time and then I take GF back home. When I get back Dad has gone off to bed and nothing was really said...
Cool right?
Next morning I'm in the kitchen eating Cheerios or some sort of cereal and my Dad comes strolling in, tosses a box (the one with a dozen condoms inside) of Trojans on the table, and calmly says, "Here, I think you may need these."
I'm pretty much gobsmacked at this point and the only thing I can think of to say is....
"Thanks Dad".
He strolled out right after that without a word like this was thing you told your son everyday....
First year at university.
I was still living at home during that time, parents were separated by then and Dad still was living in the house.
Girlfriend and me decided we wanted to have a more comfortable place to fuck instead of back of cars or my truck. So we went to my house and spent a couple hours fucking in my room while Dad was downstairs in the den (as he called it) watching TV or some such shit. For obvious reasons we tried to be polite about any noise making, but that doesn't always work quite the way you planned.
Besides, I'd heard him banging a couple of women in the house after the separation (yup he was playing the field a bit and I was kinda pissed about it since I thought it was disrespectful of my mom) so I might have had a little payback in mind.
Anyway, after we are done we hang around in the den with my Dad for a short time and then I take GF back home. When I get back Dad has gone off to bed and nothing was really said...
Cool right?
Next morning I'm in the kitchen eating Cheerios or some sort of cereal and my Dad comes strolling in, tosses a box (the one with a dozen condoms inside) of Trojans on the table, and calmly says, "Here, I think you may need these."
I'm pretty much gobsmacked at this point and the only thing I can think of to say is....
"Thanks Dad".
He strolled out right after that without a word like this was thing you told your son everyday....
