Rantings of a Pervert

You know, it’s funny. I have enjoyed masturbating since I was 10 or so and my best friend and I would lock ourselves in his bathroom and jerk off together. Looking back, I think it must have been an everyday thing for us. It didn’t last long, he was pretty outgoing and was hanging out with girls pretty early on; while I was shy and pretty much afraid to talk to girls. For many years, it was just me and my right hand learning what felt good and trying different rhythms, experimenting in postponing orgasm.

Occasionally, I would try humping the pillow, but it seemed like I always ended up using my hand. As I got older and had a car and job, I found myself drawn to hookers. Growing up in a relatively small city, we didn’t have a big prostitute selection, and the girls I went with were what most people would call crack-whores today. They walked the streets in some of the roughest parts of town and I was really lucky to have never caught a disease, and even luckier that I never caught a bullet or was robbed.

My routine was to have a few drinks until I was a little bit buzzed, then go prowling for prostitutes. Many times we had sex in my car, but mostly they would have an apartment where they had a couple of mattresses on the floor. It was quick, normally taking longer to get undressed than to get fucked. These were $20 prostitutes and they made sure they collected up front. I always thought that being with someone, even a prostitute would beat the loneliness that seemed to consume me. I was wrong, it was no more than expensive masturbation. . .with the added benefit of being dangerous I even tried two girls but that wasn’t any better.

Really, the only good thing that I can say I ever got was a lesson in eating pussy. I must have been exceptionally drunk that night when I think of how many cocks had been in that pussy, but she showed me what I was supposed to be looking for and game me a rudimentary lesson in what to do, so I guess it was money well spent.

These days, I can barely get it up anymore and masturbating is taking a lot more work than it should but I find myself wanting to experience more and more. I think I feel I have missed out on a lot over the years and I want to make up for time lost. The one thing I know is that although I still love to masturbate, it is still lonely.

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