[M]y First Reddit Story... (Its long) | 2016

This took a lot of effort to put into words to display publicly (for me). It’s uncomfortable, taboo, and portrays deviance. I am posting this because I feel the Reddit community deserves to hear it, regardless of the somewhat negative connotation.

So let’s get started. I am a 38 year old dude. I have a few children and I reside in the Northeast (of America). I am of average proportion, aside from my larger than average penis. About three years ago, I ended a 14-year relationship with an amazing and beautiful woman. Prior to that story ending, I was a faithful SO, albeit I was way out of my league in terms of my partner. Shit happens, people’s lives change and she was looking to persue a Phd in the medical field. Once achieved, her career meandered into almost instant success, and impacted our relationship tremendously. Countless evenings at home with the kids, while she was first finishing school, then more school, then working the graveyard shift as a new resident at a hospital, and so on. I’ll leave out the details, but in short, the relationship became more like a business agreement than what one might imagine. Sure, money was great. We moved a couple times, went on amazing vacations, bigger home, vacation home, blah blah blah. I would work all day, come home and care for the kids until bed time. This progressed over the course of 4-5 years. Around year 5, the relationship was dwindling. I was so lonely, and constantly looking for activities to do around the house. I picked up the guitar, and spent hours self-teaching myself. I became really good at games on the PS3 and Xbox (the kids of course). I planted a garden, and grew fresh vegetables in the summer (along with some killer fucking homegrown tucked away in there). I bought a classic (from a junkyard) BMW M3 (E89) and restored it somewhat – then sold it for a ’87 Porsche 911 Cabrio (which needed a fuck ton of work). This all kept me occupied at night until bedtime. For a short while. At some point however, I had enough. I needed some human interaction in the evening……

At first it was Internet porn. For hours. I was fucking amazed. At 32, I could recover (that’s what its called after you blow your load – recovery time) inside 4-5 minutes, rinse and repeat like 4-7 times more. I started to feel like I was 12-13 again jerking off in the shower in amazement of the feeling. But I was not 13, I was 32. I didn’t think anything of it really, I just masturbated over and over. I grew bored however of watching porn. I needed a better outlet. And that, my friends is where my story starts to twist……

I’m going to shift around a little bit for the sake of perspective. First off, my SO and I were absolutely sexually compatible. We fucked like rabbits all the time. She was (and still is I am certain) georgeous (tall, slim, and naturally pretty – no makeup unless it was a special event or something, with an amazing tight ass, and a boob job she insisted on for her 28th bday). I was never neglected sexually, for the most part. I grew up in a middle-class community where my family moved around a few times. I always had trouble adjusting to new kids, and I was a really shy boy. I probably became sexually aware when I was 11 or 12, but I had no idea what was happening. Confusion and whatnot left me feeling insecure about myself, and I really didn’t know what was happening. I presumed I was homosexual. For no reason other than hearing my peers discuss how they fucked this girl, or that girl, and I wasn’t fucking anything except my hand. I had a group of friends, and also a nice group of female friends (what we would call friend-zoners I suppose). I would go home and masturbate thinking about Jennifer, or Samantha, and then pick them up on the way to school the next day. I spent a lot of time with about 3-4 of these girls, but I never had the cojones to step up my game. Instead, my male friends would bed them. When I was 16, I was working at a sleep-away camp for the summer. I was still shy, and still sexually frustrated. There was a girl who seemed to show interest in me over the course of the summer, but naturally (and subconsciously) I kept my distance. One late evening, in my bunk, I hear the door creek open in the middle of the night. I immediately can smell something – females. Yep, that sweet distinct odor of clean (as opposed to use dirty and gross guys – this is camp folks). I pretended I was sleeping, curious about who this small group had come to visit, absolutely sure it wasn’t me. Well, I was wrong. I hear them creep around the cabin. The door opens again, and I hear them scurry away. Eh, they probably came to the wrong bunk. I hear the spring-loaded wood door close, and the light that was seeping through disappears. I close my eyes (yeah this was a common sleep-away camp occurrence btw). Moments later, I feel the bunk bed move ever so slightly. I am on the top, the bottom bunk unoccupied. That smell again. Flowers or candy or something – shampoo! My cock responds, but I barely notice. The next thing I know, I feel hair brushing across my face. A warm body has slipped inside my sleeping bag, directly on top of me. I feel her long hair, and now her legs. She is sitting on top of me. I pretend to sleep. I feel her straddled across my belly, and I open my eyes….

Sky blue eyes, Rapunzel-like long blond hair, tanned skin. It was Julie. This was the girl I sluffed off the other night. WTF is what I am thinking, but my body was obviously thinking otherwise. I recall this like it was yesterday. My cock becomes immediately erect. She puts one hand over my lips, and signals for me to be quite, with an ear to ear smile on her face. She lowers herself, still straddling me in her tie-dyed cotton shorts, and begins kissing my neck passionately. I am frozen. She starts rubbing herself up and down my torso. First slowly, then faster. I can hear the bunk bed creek, but all I am focused on is her body on mine. Her little boobs against my body, and her pussy grinding from my belly to my chest. She sticks her tongue inside my mouth, continues grinding, with both her hands behind my head. This continues for maybe five minutes. Now she is moaning softly, and she reaches back to find my cock (which is fighting for freedom from my boxers). She grabs it harder than I would have liked, but I don’t argue. Fast forward about 45 seconds – She magically slipped off her shorts, slipped my cock inside her from behind, and rides me. I exploded inside her like a hurricane of rainbows and unicorns. My cock pulsating inside that that tight, warm, and wet hole. She refused to stop (which is outside my control), and keeps going. This time we make it for maybe 10 more minutes, before I explode again.

Pause – I need to say this. In retrospect, that was a bad idea. I risked impregnating a chick at age 16. Keep those hats handy kids! This has been a public service announcement for this portion of the show. Now back to it…

Julie snuck over to my cabin almost every night between mid-July and the middle of August that summer. I did share that first experience with one of the older counselors at the camp, who provided me with condoms, which I used (like 40 of them – jeez). Some evenings she would arrange that we meet at her bunk, other times we would sneak off at a coed event and she would suck my cock. This camp was adjacent to a beach, where we also met a couple times and just fucked in the beach steps for hours. Unfortunately I got a bought of poison ivy at some point and I was miserable for a few days. One evening, in the middle of August, I got caught entering her cabin. That ended things, and inside of another week camp was over. Julie and I exchanged numbers, and addressed. She lived about 50 miles from me, so I had no way of continuing our foray for the last few weeks of summer. I saw her again a couple of times, but once school got into motion everything sort of petered out (forgive the pun).

I went back to my normal, insulated and still slightly awkward self, back at school. The only difference is that I wanted to fuck everything and anything that smelled pretty and moved. I remained friend-zoned by the same girls, but sports and the work-load of school kept me pretty occupied. I met another girl the next year at camp. She was three years younger than me, but WTF did I know? I ended up actually dating her (really only because I loved fucking her every moment of the day). Unfortunately this presented a problem. She wanted more than to fuck after a while. We broke up and got back together several times. Her older brother beat the fucking shit out of me once, after one of our breakups (good looking out for your sister L!) We got back together one more time when I was 20, and she was about to embark into college. I absolutely loved her at this point, and I was able to safely control my libido enough to balance things out. But when she left for school, I was crushed. She wanted to date other people (happens fellas). I resisted, but this was futile.

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