I've always been wild...the wild one in my family, at school...I regularly got grounded, got called out...got pulled back. Maybe it was just timing but I learned a valuable lesson my 12th summer...at church. My family is religious. One sunny Sunday at church, I couldn't sit still. The fidgets and squirms were constant. My mom hand me in her grip. I saw birds swirling and squirrels chasing each other.
"Mom, can I be excused?"
She shot me a look that let me know I was in trouble. I slid quietly down the aisle. Instead of turning down the stairs to the bathroom, I dashed out into the sun. I ran and ran and ran around the parking lot, swinging on low branches where I could. 5 laps and I laughed out loud. I dashed to the bathroom, peed and splashed water on my hot face. My mom was looking around for me when I crept next to her.
"What took you so long?" The chill in her voice and the fire in her eyes I'll never forget.
As quietly as I could I said, "I chased my fidget away..."
She looked confused. I sat perfectly still. I glowed with peace. The lesson? I could do what I needed, wanted to do and still please my mom, my family and my wildness. After the worship was over, I asked my Dad a question about the sermon. I had been able to pay attention. I didn't really hear the answer he gave. I felt love for my Mom because I'd made her proud.
My wildness stayed with me...but I got really active in sports...it gave me the outlet I needed. Years later in high school is where I also got to be crass and bold in the locker rooms...I was good looking and charming...I spent a lot of time strutting, being charming...pulling pranks...I had a girlfriend, our parents were super strict...I got more blue balls than real kisses...But we stayed within our parents' rules. We dated all thru high school and some of my time at community college. She wanted to marry, I wasn't ready. We sadly went our separate ways.
I earned my family's trust and respect and quietly lived my own life. I discovered places and people to be wild with as my community college was near a seedy section of town. Strip clubs, hookups on line...bookstores...I had a phase where glory holes had my attention just before my 21 birthday. On my 21st I went to Las Vegas and had the time of my life. I fucked three women and two guys in 5 days. I wasn't hiding anything...just kept things distinct. Living at home was a bummer, but I earned a landscaping contractors license. I was wild and mild; both sides of me were fully living.
I met a new gal. My family liked her. She was in college and lived at home too. We got together whenever we could. She finally graduated and moved in with girlfriends. I was 23, lean, horny and did what I liked and wanted.
I love jacking off...I am a daily dude...even when my gal and I fucked, I get myself off at least once a day...my gal is awesome...we're in love. She's a little conservative for me at times...not just in bed, but doesn't like Thai food, or foreign films...I'm totally in to her otherwise...just more adventurous than her. It's not a stress really...I can eat Thai food without her! The bedroom...well there's always porn and my hands!
The three months before my gal and I started dating seriously, I was living large...I was dating thru several websites...fucking a couple of gals...and had a buddy who we swapped blowjobs...I've messed with a couple guys before...always casual...my blow buddy Kevin and I are on the same Parks & Rec basketball league...we watched porn and got off together more than a few times. It was always fun and easy going.
Just before things got serious with my gal, I chatted about it with Kevin, in his truck after a game. He gobbled my cock right there. I blew him after I got off, thinking it would be our last...he texted me later that night...I went over and we completely drained each other...just before sunrise I was really into sucking him off...on my knees, him on the side of the bed...he popped his cock outta my mouth and said, "fuck me?"
I suited up and slid home...he took my fuck like an all-star. Filling the condom as his ass clenched my shaft had me flopping on his back. I dozed off...we washed up and naked snacked as the sun came up...he lay down and pulled me on top of him...he got hard again!...This time he kept kissing me and nibbling my neck. I got hard too, thinking of just humping together...he whispered, "Can I fuck you too?"
I shivered...I'd only bottomed a few times...I nodded...and spread my legs lying on my belly...he ate my ass until I was on my knees for him. He gently rocked me to a shouting orgasm. It was one of the few times in my life where I was able to fuck my balls empty. We slept.
Over breakfast we said little. Three days later my gal started 'the talk.' I don't cheat. I'm faithful. Kevin and I understood with few words at basketball that Friday.
Fast forward six moths...Kev got steady with a gal too. A lot of changes happened quickly: I transferred at work, had more evenings free. Three of my high school friends started hanging out at my house in the evenings, playing videos. Then my brother's roommate bailed on him. I moved outta my Dad's and in with my brother...I was able to really relax with my buddies. My gal and I had date nights a couple times a week...fucked two or three times a week...I jacked off daily.
My brother was pretty conservative (as is my family), I kept the porn quiet, kept clothes on around the house. Kept my gal and I quiet when we fucked. My bother complained about me jacking off in the morning before work. I didn't know he could hear me. I kept it to the shower. I started to feel bored and restless...
One of my buddies, Robbie caught my eye one day...he was skating, waiting for me, I watched him from the red light across from my house...I'd not really ever seen him as a stud...but he was graceful and his thighs and ass looked great in his jeans as he flipped and jumped his board. We had burritos at a truck and for the first time, he got gritty when talking about chicks...he's a quiet one.
I got hot and bothered. In my sturdy jeans my boner was hidden...at the picnic table in back of the taco truck...we swapped hot stories, fantasies...I wasn't going to see my gal for a couple days...I made up my mind to jack off as soon as I could...thinking about Robbie...
He's small, maybe 5'5"...lean and dark...killer eyes...he hides them behind his cap a lot...he got up to get more salsa and his ass flexed in his jeans...he had torn pockets and his bright red boxers drew my eye...when he turned back around with the salsa his long cock was outlined down his thigh...for a little guy he was packing...he was hot to fuck too...probably not with me...but...fantasies are free!
A family sat down near us...we chilled on the hot talk...we went our separate ways shortly after...I had my cock in hand in the shower pounding, pounding until I rose up on my toes...I came with the image of Robbie's cock in my face...the fantasy cycle spiced things up for me with my gal...Robbie and I got tighter, texting more often...my fist kept busy with the thoughts of hot 69's with him...
I was content, out of the blue then another high-school buddy Sam called me...he was newly single...having dumped his gal because she'd cheated on him. He was broken up...he felt he had no guy friends and wanted to hang out. I'd barely seen him in three years, but liked him. He was kinda shy...didn't like crowds. He worked and was finishing a degree.
We met for pizza on campus. Shit he was stacked! When I commented, he blushed and said he had really only worked and hit the gym. His buzzed blond hair and constantly flashing eyes, the way his pecs and biceps rolled under his baggy polo...got me. I saw how sad he was...I got goofy. I got him laughing...I wanted him happy and relaxed...I spent hours with him over the next week, getting him balanced out again...
It was a Wednesday...my gal was slammed at work, I'd not fucked her in 6 days...and was half hard all day long...Robbie and Sam were both texting me...I'm a landscaper and had a client cancel and another postpone...I had two hour to kill...it was drizzly so I sat in my truck, texting the guys...we were all just bullshitting...I remembered Robbie's tight jeans, and Sam's rocking arms...boing! My cock jumped alive...without thinking twice, I pulled it out...lubed up and jacked in my truck...thinking about the two of them...together and with me...combos...and trios...I shot so hard it hit the windshield twice. I slurped it up...just as Robbie made a texting joke about going down on a gal, eating his load outta her...
My brother let me know the next day that he was taking a two week trip for work. My first thought was: I can go naked in the house! My second thought was: I came make my gal moan loud when she comes! My third thought was: I want to hang with Robbie and Sam...I told my gal and texted the boys...The all seemed excited for the freedom...That Friday, fucking my gal it was really hard keeping the noise down...my head was spinning...my brother was polite the next morning, but I could tell he was upset. I apologized, he grumbled. My gal was embarrassed when I told her.
Two nights later, Sunday at 1130pm, I took my brother to the airport...I had my cock out, toying in my truck before I was on the freeway. I got home stripped and without caring walked around, boner swinging thru the whole house...I got silly and humped the couch...I lubed with olive oil in the kitchen...a fat drop of precum fell on the floor...I left it there. I put porn on the big screen...talking dirty out loud...calling out names: my gal, Robbie and Sam...Kevin...and then just loud swearing...I jabbed my prostate with two fingers and flooded my face with shot after shot of hot sweet come...
The next morning, I sipped coffee bare assed naked and stroked off in the kitchen...I left my load dripping on the sliding glass back door! All day at work I was half hard. I toyed with my boner over lunch. I had a league game that night...Kevin texted asking if I was going...I called him and we chatted...the last thing I said was, "Wish we were single, buddy." The first time I referred to messing around since that last time.
