One Of These Nights

Jules makes a great point:

“I think porn was a little different in the early 90’s than it is today. The women all look borderline legal in the porn movies now. You are almost afraid to watch. almost”.

From there I spent literally 5 minutes to obtain the pictures posted below. I mean between myspace and sites like that, you really don’t have to go far. Mind you, these are real and open profiles of where these came. Let that sink in. These are real kids.

So to try and counter, or add to Jules post, the porn industry is only producing and selling what demand dictates. Thus the “Barely Legal” look. I am not agreeing nor disagreeing with it, but let’s be real. It is all we see now days. Hooched up little girls running around with their junk exposed for the world to see. And behind every little wanna be sex pot is a parent that dressed them, or shopped for them, or at least did their laundry.

So it is ok for teen girls to dress sexy and act promiscuous, it is OK to market that very same thing to our teens via TV shows, clothing stores and magazines, and now our porn is largely dependant on this look. All of this telling us that this is what sexy is, this is what we desire, yet for me to openly talk to, chat with, approach, or watch the aforementioned porn is illegal and I could be prosecuted and deemed a predator.

I will follow up with my thoughts and research of why it is “Cool” to be “gay” as a teen today. Don’t believe me?

Trent Boyd hefted his small attache’ case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to take off. Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face of any seasoned traveler! One stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! This would be Trent’s sixth visit to the Crescent City, and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the food, booze and women to be had! His day dream was abruptly interrupted, however, when he chanced to see an absolutely stunning black haired beauty dragging an over night bag down the aisle, obviously looking for her seat. Every male eye in the plane followed her every step, the result of which was a slight jiggling of her oversized chest underneath her skin tight sweater! To Trent’s utter delight, she stopped at his row, rechecked her ticket stub, and hoisted her bag into the over head, and slipped past him into the window seat next to his. Usually in cases like this, Trent’s usual experience would have been that this lovely creature would turn out to be an ice queen, but to his happy dismay, she stuck out her hand and said, “I’m Sonja, Sonja Fletcher!” He took her hand, and replied, “Trent Boyd’s the name, glad to meet you, New Orleans or Memphis!?!” “Memphis,” she answered, “born and raised there, going home to visit the folks.” “That’s nice,” he replied, “I’m going on to New Orleans myself, a long weekend getaway!” Just then the no smoking and seat belt lights came on, and a flight attendant announced that they would be taking off in about two minutes. “I guess we had better get ready,” Sonja said, while reaching for her seat belt. “Yeah,” replied Trent, “if we go down we better be belted in, for all the good it would do!!!” “Please don’t say that, I’m scared to death of flying,” she said in a nervous voice, “joking about it just makes it worse for me!” At first Trent thought she may have been joking, but the look on her face told him that she really was terrified of flying! “I’m sorry, Sonja,” he said soothingly, “you’re right, it was a bad joke, here, let me hold your hand during take off, it will make you feel better!” Gripping his hand like a steel vice, Sonja was obviously glad to have someone to hold onto, and Trent was a little taken back when she held his hand to her chest while waiting for the plane to take off.

“My god,” he thought, “her boobs are incredible,” even if he was getting a somewhat limited feel through her tight sweater. I’m sorry I’m holding on so tight, but I really am frightened,” she offered! Trying to maneuver his fingers for a better feel, he replied back, “Oh, that’s all right, if it makes you feel better, it’s all right with me!!!” Soon the jet was taxiing out to the runway, and Sonja’s breathing became shallow and intermittent, a sure sign of hyperventilation. Deciding to take a real chance, Trent turned a little to face her, and reached his right hand over and held her leg, six inches or so above her knee. Acting as if he were just trying to protect her, he held her close, while all the time enjoying the sensation of having one hand buried in her huge chest, and the other one on the inside of her smooth bare thigh! “Hold on,” he whispered into her ear, “here we go, as the plane hurtled down the runway, gaining speed with each passing second. Sonja held on to Trent even harder, as she closed her eyes, hoping that they would get air born as quickly as possible! Trent let his hand slide a little farther up her thigh, until it was actually under the hem of her dress! When they finally reached cruising altitude, Sonja leaned back in her seat and tried to relax, but with little success. “You’re so tense,” Trent observed, “maybe if we got under a blanket it would make you feel better!” Not waiting for and answer, Trent summoned a flight attendant and requested a blanket, thirty seconds later Trent was covering each of them up with a warm comforter. “Better,” he asked her, while snuggling closer to her warm body. “Much,” she replied, as she leaned closer to him, “a blanket was a good idea!” For the second time, Trent took another chance, and let his left hand slip to the inside of Sonja’s warm thigh. He half expected some resistance, but instead she just snuggled closer, and lay her head on his shoulder! Slowly he worked his hand up the inside of her leg, pausing every now and then to make sure she realized what he was doing. Her thighs were unbelievably warm and smooth, and she seemed to coo softly the farther along his hand went. A few more inches and his fingers were butting up against her damp crotch, or I should say dripping crotch, because along her crack was a definite wet strip about an inch wide. She lifted her head and whispered into his ear, “Although I am terrified to fly, I almost had an orgasm from the fear and excitement it caused me, if you touch me, I know I’ll have one right here and now!!!” Throwing caution to the winds, Trent pulled the thin crotch panel to the side, and let his fingers roam all over her drooling pussy, until finally coming to rest on her hard little clit. Flicking it gently, he felt her body tense up, and then shake quietly, while a brutal climax ripped through her dripping vagina, leaving her a total wreck!

After she had clamed down, Trent whispered into her ear, “Feel better now???” “Oh yes, thank you so much, I don’t know if I could have made it without you,” she replied, “but I have one more favor to ask!” “Sure, anything,” he answered. “Could you please put a finger inside of me, I really need to feel that you’re close to me, and with you in my vagina I know I’ll feel safer!” “Of course,” Trent answered eagerly, “what ever you wish is my command,” and he proceeded to slip his middle finger deep into the wetness of her warm pussy. A slight moan escaped her lips, but other than that, you couldn’t have never told that she was getting her cunt fingered! “I have a request for you,” he offered, while gently slipping his finger in and out of her honey pot, “I can tell that you’re a very sexual person, and I would like to ask you questions about your sex life and your body, if that’s okay with you!?!” He gave her pussy a couple of quick stabs, causing her to lose her concentration, but she replied back, “Sure, ask me anything you want!” “I’m interested to know if you have a boy friend,” he asked? “Yeah, back in Detroit,” she said, “he’s an accountant.” “Does he have a big cock,” asked Trent? “Very large,” she said dreamily, “about eight inches long and very thick!” “When you suck him,” he continued, “do you swallow his cum?” Her breathing was now becoming more labored, but she went on, “Oh, yes, I always drink it all, and he is a very hard cummer!” “You have a very large chest,” he opined, “what size is it, and do you ever go braless?” “Oh my, she hissed, “Do you know what you’re doing to me!?! “Answer the question, Sonja, what about your pretty chest,” he fairly demanded?!? “Let’s see, my breast size is 36d, and what was the other question,” she asked? “Do you go braless,” he repeated? “Uh, always around the apartment, and sometimes in the summer if it’s hot out,” she stammered, the look on her face told him that she was nearing another orgasm. He then told her, “Reach over and feel my crotch!!!” When her hand encountered the hard bone hidden under his pants, she nearly had her climax then and there! “Take it out,” he ordered her, “and then jerk me off!” She managed to free his pecker and immediately began stroking it up and down. A small line of drool ran down her cheek, and her eyes seemed to glaze over, and it was obvious to Trent that she was in the middle of a huge sexual episode! He himself was very close to blowing his nut, so to push her over the edge, he whispered, “Sonja, did you know that your body would give any man a huge erection!?!” Just hearing the word erection was all the poor girl could take! Her pussy contracted hard, sending a climax racing through her body! Her hand was now flying up and down Trent’s meat, and when he felt her body tense up, his pecker gave up its cum in a spurting torrent! Her hand was now covered with his goo, and he said, “Be careful, but lick it off!” Obediently she slipped her cum filled hand to her mouth and greedily licked it clean.

“This is the captain speaking,” came a voice over the loud speaker, “we’ll be landing in Memphis in ten minutes, so please fasten your seat belts.” “Well,” said Trent, “I guess you’ll be getting of in a few minutes.” She snuggled close to him and said, “Not on your life, we have another take off to make, I think I’ll just fly all the way to New Orleans!!!” Trent hooked his belt, smiled, and said, “I guess were gonna have a great weekend together!!!”

In need of a trim

Ok, I get it. You had to rub one out. I know the feeling. Maybe it was thinking about that totally hot little minx in purchasing that got you going. Or you got some steamy email from your wife. Whatever it was, you just needed a little release. We’ve all been there my friend.

But if I may be so bold as to offer a few tips?

1.) Location Location Location - Maybe it was the bathroom closest to your desk. Maybe it has bigger stalls for more elbow room. But whatever the reason, the bathroom just off the factory floor is not your best choice. It is huge for a reason. There are about 80-90 workers on that factory floor at all times, plus about 30-40 office workers, and there’s almost always at least one person who needs to take a squirt.

2.) Silence is Golden - While we all might empathize with your situation, NO ONE WANTS YOU HEAR YOU SLAP YOUR SALAMI!! And we certainly don’t want to hear the gentle grunts you were letting out. It was like being forced to listen to the audio of a bad gay porn soundtrack, minus the cheesy Casio keyboard jazz/funk fusion music. Keep it down, will ya?

3.) Ms Manners says… - Ok, so you had a poor choice in bathrooms and you are just naturally loud. Even elemental problems such as these can be overcome by following rule #3. When someone comes into the bathroom….STOP!!! Seriously, I’d think that would be the easiest rule to follow. Did you not hear me open the door? Did you not hear me pull the ass gasket from the holder, tear off those 3 annoying pieces that hold the center in place, and sit down? Good god man, another man is taking a shit not 8 feet away from you. Shouldn’t that take the bloom off the rose, so to speak?

4.) Good fences make good neighbors - This is the most important rule of all. If you have been caught rubbing one out in the men’s room, do not, under any circumstances, come out of your stall until all affected parties have left the bathroom. I’m never going to be able to get the picture out of my head of you going over to the sink right next to the one I was at, and looking at me in your mirror with a big contented smile while you’re washing your hands.

They don’t make a body soap strong enough for the ick I felt after that. No amount of showering tonight will do it I’m afraid.

Have you ever wanted someone so bad that it hurt? To be consumed body and soul with aspirations of an object of such desire. To lie and wonder, to see her there in your head. Her smile, her laugh. The hue of her skin. Have you ever wanted someone so bad that it hurt? To lie upon the sheets soaked of your own perspiration, trembling and nauseated with thoughts of her and another. Or worse yet to hear her words of rejection, unappreciative of your love, your caring, your need to have her. You vomit. It is the price one must pay after all to be worthy of such a woman. Have you ever wanted someone so bad that it hurt? Pounding your fist into the plaster as you jerk the last remnants of your desire to the floor as she seduces you in your fantasy. The anger builds and your warm cum slowly drips down your leg. The pain encompasses your body as the blood trickles from your injured and now deformed knuckles. Your tears sting as they penetrate the open wounds. ”All of this is for her,” you think. Despair settles in deep and within begins to wrestle with anger. Where is the love? Have you ever wanted someone so bad that it hurt? To watch her every move covertly. To listen in on her conversations, mouthing answers. As if she would talk to you. To know the placement of each and every item there in her drawers. To wrap yourself in her clothing as it hangs there in her closet. The feel of the material upon your skin like if her fingers slowly ran over, honoring your flesh. Have you ever wanted someone so bad that it hurt? Lying there upon the asphalt, your entrails spew before you. The blood. Your abdomen ablaze with pain from the acid that dissolves the lead that impaled you as you tried to escape, get away. Have you ever wanted someone so bad that it hurt? Your lungs gurgle, inflating one last time. You see her there. She is looking down upon you. Finally she recognizes. Finally she understands. Have you ever wanted someone so bad that it hurt?

Doug Said: “As for topics, I like first-times and loss-of-innocence, and I’m sure you’ll put a twist on it like only you can”.

She had always referred to me as “Uncle” although we were not related in any way what so ever. Her dad and I had served in the Military together and had been inseparable ever since. Nicole or “Nicky” as she answered too was your typical kid. She was by no means sweet and innocent as her parents would have you believe, but she wasn’t in a lot of trouble either. She had been a decent student and was a few months away from entering college and adulthood. Nicky and I had always been close and had sort of a unique relationship. I never really thought of her as a “Daughter” per say. It was more like a sibling relationship even though we varied in age. Nicky shared a lot with me over the years and I would dare say that I probably knew her better than anyone, including her own parents.

Dan and Marie, Nicole’s parents had been having marital problems for a few months. Marie was an alcoholic and although she wouldn’t admit it, everyone knew it. If I were a betting man I would say that she was fucking around on Dan, but it was none of my business and not my place to butt it. I was there when Dan met Marie. I didn’t care for her then and my feelings hadn’t changed much all of these years later. Marie was one of those girls that hung out on base waiting to latch onto the first GI who would have her. I am sure many had had her prior to Dan, but Dan was the first one to actually take interest in her beyond being a piece of ass. They fell in love and ever since Marie had been in the picture.

Dan informed me that he and Marie were off for a week long retreat on some Island that I had never heard of. Knowing Dan and his love for this woman, it was a last ditch attempt at saving what was left of his marriage. Nicole was 18 and would soon be out of the house. There was no reason to continue in the marriage if only one was willing to put forth the effort. I knew the trip would be a failure, yet I encouraged Dan and wished him the best. He asked me to look after Nicole while they were gone, which meant I would drop in here and there to make sure she was alright, had money and wasn’t throwing huge out of control parties.

I went over to check on Nicky a few days later and as always in that high pitched tone she squealed and giggled with excitement as I walked through the door. She ran to greet me and almost jumped into my arms. It was difficult for me dealing with Nicky now as opposed to the way we had always been. When she was a girl we would laugh, play and have tickle fights on a regular basis. But once Nicky started turning into a woman I found it increasingly more difficult to show the same affection and have the same contact as before. Nicky was beautiful and even now as I held her in my arms, her breasts pushed up against me and her trying to knock me off balance with her leg behind mine, pushing, my cock came alive beginning to stiffen which made me feel uncomfortable and concerned that she might notice. I put her in a head lock and assaulted her scalp with my knuckles until she called mercy. I asked her what she had been up to and if she was OK. We hung out and talked and Nicky told me that she was heading to a party that evening. I gave her that look in which she responded “What ever”. I reminded her that she was an adult now and responsible for her actions. She made a goofy face and threw a couch pillow at me. I told her that if for any reason she needed to call me, I would come get her. As I walked out the door one more “What ever” was hurled my way. That was Nicole.

My eyes finally focused on the digital red lights that informed me it was 3 am. The ringing echoed in the distance and it took me a moment to realize that it was the phone beckoning me at this late or early hour. I immediately became agitated thinking that someone better be dead to have the gall to wake me at this hour and then my thoughts caught up with the rest of my body which was stumbling in the dark for the phone and remembered that I was semi-responsible for Nicole. “Shit”, I screamed as I tried to reach the phone. “Hello”, I said which in hindsight sounded like a growl. “What’s up Uncle Cranky, hey like I am here and my ride left me and everyone is like leaving. Could you PLEAZZZEEE come and pick my sorry ass up”? I could immediately tell by her voice and the slurs that Nicky was intoxicated. For a second a saw her mother, drunk as she is 90% of the time and wondered about Nicky and her future battles with alcohol. “Stay put”, I told her and “Yes sir” was her sarcastic response. I got the directions and threw on some sweats and headed out into the night.

It was never my intention to have her over at my place, but when I finally found her she was three sheets to the wind and I didn’t want to leave her alone. My place was closer so I figured I would take her there while she prayed to the porcelain throne. We managed to make it to my place without her hurling which impressed me as I thought for sure she would puke at some point. I got her into the house and into the living room and I left her there to go retrieve some blankets and a pillow for my house guest. As I gathered them I thought that the first order of business should have been a large bowl because the last thing I wanted was her throwing up all over the living room. I returned to her sat down on the couch. She had removed her top and sat there in her bra and her jeans were pulled half way down as if she couldn’t finish the task of getting them off. She stared at me with a goofy look and slurred “Are you going to help me or what”? “It would help if you took off your shoes” I replied back and went to help her. As I bent to untie her shoe, she took hold of my shirt and yanked me towards her. I fell forward trying not to land on her. “Nicole, what the hell” I quickly said to her as I was awkwardly there next to her. “Do you think that I am sexy” she asked as she moved in close. “You’re cute, but I wouldn’t go as far as sexy” I firmly replied. I began to rise to get her shoes off and get the situation over with when she placed her hands upon my shoulders as if to keep me there. We were face to face and in words that still had signs of a slur she said “You know you wanna hit this. Guess what? I want you too”. This had gone too far. I grabbed her wrists and forced her back pinning her down. I could see a sobering almost frightened face as she saw that I was serious. From above her I told her that this was not funny and that I had had enough of her crap. But suddenly I bent forward and our lips touched.

I knew that I had handed over my soul as I parted her lips with my fingers and began eating her bright pink fruit. Her hands were grasping my head, each with a handful of hair. Nicky didn’t know if she should pull me from between her legs or mash my face deeper. I doubted that many had been here before if any. My tongue glided inward and back with ease now after initial resistance. I couldn’t believe how wet Nicky was getting. Her taste was sweet and something I knew would stay with me for life. I went easy at first, exploring her womanhood with the tip of my tongue, tracing the lines of her folds, but now, be it the thin soft pubic hair, the perfectly shaped pussy before me or the trembling of her body, my face was now soaked of her fluid and I began vigorously lapping and sucking away at her. She came within seconds and from between her legs I watched her body tremble as the waves of orgasm overtook her. I continued the attention to her swollen little clit; my eyes fixed watching her reaction. I could tell that she was now relaxed and enjoying the lesson my tongue was giving as her once idle hands were now gently caressing her breast and taunt nipples. Her legs relaxed and seemed to open wider and my experience had her on the brink of coming once again.

I could have stayed there between her legs pleasing her all night. However I wasn’t sure if it were my love of orally pleasing another, her beautiful body or the guilt that I was fighting off. In my excited logic I thought that it is one thing to eat the pussy of your best friend’s daughter, but putting my cock inside of her was – Was what I thought? My struggle with morals soon took a back seat to my excitement as I focused on her tight, tanned belly. With her breath now labored her stomach would heave upward then suck in causing the light to accentuate the very light peach fuzz that covered her skin which sent me over the edge. There was no turning back now. I rose and grabbed her waist. I pulled her to me and her eyes got big as I produced my cock and positioned it firm against her mound. I had planned on taking it slow, but I needed to be in her. I pushed forward and the head of my cock inched in and Nicky tensed up. She was tight and this would take some easing into it. I grabbed a cushion from the end of the couch, lifted Nicky’s body and placed the cushion under her rear all the while massaging her clit. This arched her and I had hoped would make things easier, as I re-positioned and thrust forward. Her pussy wrapped around my shaft like a tight fist. A loud squeal escaped Nicole’s tensed tight lips and as I began pumping away I saw and realized. This stopped me buried deep inside of her. I leaned in close and gently kissed her lips. I whispered to her and asked what was already obvious, “is this your first time baby”? Her eyes welled up with tears and without pulling out I scooped her up in my arms, turned and sat upright. She again tense then eased down upon my shaft. I leaned backwards into the couch, her there facing me impaled upon cock. She looked confused but soon started lifting and dropping, riding me. I would alternate between gripping her breasts firmly to guiding her waist downward. I would let her go at it until she looked flustered then I would hold her and thrust upward. She was getting into now. She would tilt her head back letting her hair flow downward as her pussy would slap down against me. This eventually brought me to orgasm in which I filled her as she sat there on my lap. She came once more and collapsed into me. The deed was done.

Nicole did not sleep on the couch that night but rather in my arms. I knew that this had changed things forever, but for that moment, lying there with her in my arms, all was right.

“Tell me your secrets” she said, “everyone has secrets”. I just stared back at her from across the table. If she only knew. I really liked this girl and knew that I should hold back and bite my tongue on this one, but be it the alcohol that flowed in my veins or the excitement of this beauty across from me, I began –

“You want my secrets? Would you like me tell you how at this very moment I have undressed you in my mind and I see myself kneeling above you, my cock in your mouth? Would that satisfy your curiosity or would you care to know about this little fetish of mine where I like to wear stocking and women’s panties? If this is not enough for you then I guess I could share with you my obsession with oral sex. Male or female. It doesn’t matter. I have been known to orally service another for hours on end without interruption, and I am quite good at it as well. Wait, I am not finished, sit down. You have no idea of what you have started. I haven’t began to share with you the good stuff yet. For example, many nights I will sit in the dark with binoculars and watch the neighbor girl prance around in her underwear, dancing, laughing. I once caught her playing with her girlfriend and I came so hard that I thought I would explode. Did I tell you I desire sex with a midget? Wouldn’t that be cool? Since you asked, I have many toys that vibrate and please. Would you have my ass? No, really, would you go down on me, push my sack forward and lick me there? I have a strap on…. Could I cum on your stomach? That is a huge turn on for me, stomachs in general. I will clean it up. I like the taste of my own spunk”.

I watched her disappear as she exited the restaurant. Was it something I said?