I Love Sex
I was drunk, or at least I had a pretty good buzz on as usual, throwing back Jack and Cokes for about 2 hours after work across the street at the lumber yard. I was about 21 years old and was still living at home with my parents and older brother but I spent most of my evenings sitting on this barstool staring at the bar back mirror.
That was how I saw my world, in a reflection, something not quite real. I didn’t have to deal with anyone and the bartender knew that what I drank and left me alone until she saw my glass was empty. She would come down and ask if I wanted another round, and clean my ashtray as I made up my mind. It was generally a short wait as Jack Daniels was my only friend and I hated to leave him alone too early in the evening.
After about 2 hours, I had screwed up my courage enough to make my play. I shook my head at Joan when she nodded at my empty glass, inquiring if I wanted a refill. Turning the glass up I took a piece of ice into my mouth and sucked the flavor off of it before standing up and making my way to the door. I climbed into my pickup truck and screwed my cowboy hat down a little bit tighter on my head and took off for downtown.
We had 2 streets downtown where the streetwalkers worked and that was my destination. They were both one way streets going in opposite directions a block apart so you could make a circle keeping close to the sidewalk the entire time. I would cruise up and down a while checking out the action before settling on a girl for the night. These were not call girls by any stretch of the imagination and I was truly lucky never to have any body parts fall off from my evening activities.
I would pick a girl and she would hop in the truck with me and we would discuss price. I wouldn’t be surprised to find I was being cheated at the time but I was willing to pay the $20 for the privilege of sticking my **** into her *****. This would happen several times a week, and I was never satisfied with the result. I could ********** and get the same effect and be $20 richer. There was just never any connection.
I look back now and think of all the things I could have done if I had just jerked off instead of blowing my money on hookers, but life is full of regrets. I must have done this about 3 times (or more) a week for probably 4 years, as I started doing this when I was about 18 and although I sometimes hated myself for it I didn’t stop until I was at least 22.
If I learned anything, it was that sex without an emotional connection is just ************ with a partner.
That was how I saw my world, in a reflection, something not quite real. I didn’t have to deal with anyone and the bartender knew that what I drank and left me alone until she saw my glass was empty. She would come down and ask if I wanted another round, and clean my ashtray as I made up my mind. It was generally a short wait as Jack Daniels was my only friend and I hated to leave him alone too early in the evening.
After about 2 hours, I had screwed up my courage enough to make my play. I shook my head at Joan when she nodded at my empty glass, inquiring if I wanted a refill. Turning the glass up I took a piece of ice into my mouth and sucked the flavor off of it before standing up and making my way to the door. I climbed into my pickup truck and screwed my cowboy hat down a little bit tighter on my head and took off for downtown.
We had 2 streets downtown where the streetwalkers worked and that was my destination. They were both one way streets going in opposite directions a block apart so you could make a circle keeping close to the sidewalk the entire time. I would cruise up and down a while checking out the action before settling on a girl for the night. These were not call girls by any stretch of the imagination and I was truly lucky never to have any body parts fall off from my evening activities.
I would pick a girl and she would hop in the truck with me and we would discuss price. I wouldn’t be surprised to find I was being cheated at the time but I was willing to pay the $20 for the privilege of sticking my **** into her *****. This would happen several times a week, and I was never satisfied with the result. I could ********** and get the same effect and be $20 richer. There was just never any connection.
I look back now and think of all the things I could have done if I had just jerked off instead of blowing my money on hookers, but life is full of regrets. I must have done this about 3 times (or more) a week for probably 4 years, as I started doing this when I was about 18 and although I sometimes hated myself for it I didn’t stop until I was at least 22.
If I learned anything, it was that sex without an emotional connection is just ************ with a partner.
By:
jacoba357
Age:
56-60
,
Male
