Remember that time when.....

[Solsurfer]

I had my high school girlfriend over to my house one night to hot tub in our backyard. My parents were out and we were alone. The hot water, the jets and bubbles, the making out, her grinding on my lap....her hands sliding down my abs to my trunks. Feeing then being untied and opened. The anticipation...finally feeling her hands wrap around my hardness and begin stroking me. My hands sliding up to her bikini top and cupping her breasts. All the while we’re making out. She stroked me until I exploded. My first hand job. So good.
(I know someone will post: “Bobby Boucher joined his team at half time and the Mud Dogs won the Bourbon Bowl?!” You’re welcome)

 

[Corbal]

Girls are the devil!

 

[Solsurfer]

Girls are the devil!

Girls aren’t the devil, mama! Neither is foosball.

So no one wants to play and share fun, old memories??

 

[RockyMountainMan2]

Girls are the devil!

Thank God!

 

[Jada59]

When I had my first apartment, I had a subscription to Playgirl magazine. My friends would come over and I'd read the erotic stories until one of them said something like... OMG! Stop! We'd all be turned on. But... None of us appealed to any of the other of us sexually so we'd all have to go by ourselves and masturbate. Hehehe.

Another thing I did for fun... I sometimes took out ads in the newspaper for a roommate, because I needed one. I'd often get guys calling me and asking me if they could sleep with me. To which I would reply with a cheery, "Sure!" And then I'd ask them specifically what they would do once in my bed. They never seemed to be expecting that response so they would stammer.

I would then launch into giving them a detailed account of what I would do for them once in my bed. It was like a reverse obscene phone call. Hehehe. Not a one of them ever asked to see the apartment. They all hung up. Serves them right! Hehehe.

 

[RockyMountainMan2]

When I had my first apartment, I had a subscription to Playgirl magazine. My friends would come over and I'd read the erotic stories until one of them said something like... OMG! Stop! We'd all be turned on. But... None of us appealed to any of the other of us sexually so we'd all have to go by ourselves and masturbate. Hehehe.

Another thing I did for fun... I sometimes took out ads in the newspaper for a roommate, because I needed one. I'd often get guys calling me and asking me if they could sleep with me. To which I would reply with a cheery, "Sure!" And then I'd ask them specifically what they would do once in my bed. They never seemed to be expecting that response so they would stammer.

I would then launch into giving them a detailed account of what I would do for them once in my bed. It was like a reverse obscene phone call. Hehehe. Not a one of them ever asked to see the apartment. They all hung up. Serves them right! Hehehe.

Haha you rock!

 

[CaffeinatedHub45]

When I had my first apartment, I had a subscription to Playgirl magazine. My friends would come over and I'd read the erotic stories until one of them said something like... OMG! Stop! We'd all be turned on. But... None of us appealed to any of the other of us sexually so we'd all have to go by ourselves and masturbate. Hehehe.

Another thing I did for fun... I sometimes took out ads in the newspaper for a roommate, because I needed one. I'd often get guys calling me and asking me if they could sleep with me. To which I would reply with a cheery, "Sure!" And then I'd ask them specifically what they would do once in my bed. They never seemed to be expecting that response so they would stammer.

I would then launch into giving them a detailed account of what I would do for them once in my bed. It was like a reverse obscene phone call. Hehehe. Not a one of them ever asked to see the apartment. They all hung up. Serves them right! Hehehe.

Love this, and love you! You're awesome!

 

[Solsurfer]

That’s classic Jada. Like a naughty Jerky Boys where you prank the caller. That would be funny to hear the recordings.

 

[LiteralLily]

I had my high school girlfriend over to my house one night to hot tub in our backyard. My parents were out and we were alone. The hot water, the jets and bubbles, the making out, her grinding on my lap....her hands sliding down my abs to my trunks. Feeing then being untied and opened. The anticipation...finally feeling her hands wrap around my hardness and begin stroking me. My hands sliding up to her bikini top and cupping her breasts. All the while we’re making out. She stroked me until I exploded. My first hand job. So good.
(I know someone will post: “Bobby Boucher joined his team at half time and the Mud Dogs won the Bourbon Bowl?!” You’re welcome)

I was not present at this event. How could I possibly remember it?

 

[Solsurfer]

I was not present at this event. How could I possibly remember it?

Ha! Funny. I guess I should have been more specific in the title. “I remember that time when...” would be more clear. Post a fun memory that you like to think about.

 

[Ratchetman1982]

I answered a Craigslist ad for a hookup, got a motel room and when I opened the door to let my new friend in, it was my current girlfriend. Yeah. That was a good one

 

[Mqoi]

Sharing a bed on the farm with my best friend and "partner in crime". I awake in the middle of the night to him feeling me up. I just laid there and enjoyed, then reached over and started feeling him up as well. I'd never suspected that he was as horny for me as I was for him. After that night we graduated from best friends to gay lovers.

 

[bitslinger]

I answered a Craigslist ad for a hookup, got a motel room and when I opened the door to let my new friend in, it was my current girlfriend. Yeah. That was a good one

Did she like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain?

 

[liqueur]

I answered a Craigslist ad for a hookup, got a motel room and when I opened the door to let my new friend in, it was my current girlfriend. Yeah. That was a good one

You made that up! (or rather, Jimmy Buffet did)

 

[Dreamer110]

Did she like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain?

Lol. I was thinking the same thing.

 

[Ratchetman1982]

I think it was Rupert Holmes, not the great Jimmy Buffet

 

[ChefMario77]

Another thing I did for fun... I sometimes took out ads in the newspaper for a roommate, because I needed one. I'd often get guys calling me and asking me if they could sleep with me. To which I would reply with a cheery, "Sure!" And then I'd ask them specifically what they would do once in my bed. They never seemed to be expecting that response so they would stammer.

I would then launch into giving them a detailed account of what I would do for them once in my bed. It was like a reverse obscene phone call. Hehehe. Not a one of them ever asked to see the apartment. They all hung up. Serves them right! Hehehe.

Still need a room-mate?

 

[liqueur]

I remember. . .

that morning at your house. . . I'd driven a long way through the wintery dawn to get there. We were on the love seat futon in the television room. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. Your husband was in the kitchen making breakfast and talking and laughing with Ron, your best gay friend, who was in love with me and about whom I was still trying to figure out what I felt. . . I had your pants undone, my finger on your clit, and you a quarter-inch from orgasm when your husband came running up the stairs to see how we wanted our eggs done. I jerked my wet finger away and back to my side of the futon before he arrived at the door, and you, astonishingly, got your pants back together— but you couldn't hide the high flush of your cheeks. I could barely keep from laughing, and had this mad impulse to smell my finger. . . your husband was a master of denial, anyway, regarding us, but he outdid himself that morning.

Then there was the summer evening at the old farmhouse I was renting. The four of us, together again. Dinner was done; your husband and Ron were just outside the kitchen door on the grass, smoking cigars and drinking some vile liquor. You were doing the dishes and I was drying. I slipped your pants down just below your butt cheeks, and found you very wet. I fucked you there at the sink, my cock sliding between your cheeks while your hands fluttered helplessly in the dishwasher, trying to maintain a semblance of washing, and while we listened to the talk and laughter just outside the door. You went to bed with your husband that night with my sperm in you.

I'm not proud of those memories. Not at all. But they still make me horny every time I think of them.

 

[liqueur]

I think it was Rupert Holmes, not the great Jimmy Buffet

Right you are. I'm sure Jimmy Buffet also made a hit of it, but I can't seem to find it now.

 

[suckonsimon]

I remember that time when my then-girlfriend - and now for 42 years wife! - when she stayed over at my mums a few days and we were rolling about in our guest room. I had my briefs on - she was a 'nice girl' - but all of a sudden she had me out of them and in her mouth. OMG!!! I'm 'fess up here and say that I really did not know that a girl would do that! What a prude was I! But … that deep groan of extreme pleasure out of me, so very loud … the intensity of the minutes following a she gave her first and my first session of oral … and soon after the eruption of spunk onto her belly … the memory is so vivid these decades later and thousands of sucks later.