I was nineteen years old near the end of the summer of 1977. To say that I was sexually inexperienced would be an understatement. I had made out with a girl one time. During the course of this frantic kissing spree I had moved my hand to her breast, cupping it through her clothes. After a prompt rebuff I did not make a second attempt. I felt rejected. After that day I shied away from her. I never kissed her again.
The only sex I had had was in my fantasies. I learned to masturbate at the age of eleven. I did it as much and as often as I could. It was a great relief valve for me. I loved magazines like Playboy and Penthouse. Any copy I could get Click to read more