Nostalgic Stroking

I’ll stroke to things I’ve done 30+ years ago.

 

I masturbate while thinking about and transcribing my childhood and adolescent fantasies all the time!!!!

 

Great question! Yes!!! I'm in my 40s and have been feeling very nostalgic the past year or so for when I started masturbating again at 21 after I'd stopped during college. The college thing was because at first I felt weird with no privacy in my freshman dorm room. Then I just got used to not doing it and didn't care.

But when I spent a year back at my parents' house after graduating, I was depressed and bored and needed a cheap thrill to pass the hours. As silly as it sounds, I made a conscious well-considered decision to take up masturbating as much as possible again. I also started masturbating to porn regularly for the first time in my life. At first it was porn mags. It was the 2000s and porn mags were well on their way out. So as a last ditch effort to keep the industry alive, a lot of them started coming with free porn DVDs. I'd really hated porn my whole life but I'd made this decision to really lean into masturbating, so I watch the ones that came with the magazines and bought a couple DVDs on their own.

That year was also the first time I had a serious girlfriend and was discovered the wonders of mutual masturbation and how common it was. I masturbated with my only good friend in my hometown. In so many ways that converged at once, I finally came out of my shell. Even though masturbated plenty and all over the house as a teen, it was new and I had low self esteem so I felt weird about it. That year was when I realized everyone in the house knows I'm jerking off right now. What do I think I'm hiding anyway? There's a lot of nostalgia with both the joy of rediscovering playing with myself and the huge turn away from being ashamed of it. In fact, a few months into missing those days, I bought some blu-rays and DVDs of the movies and porns I regularly masturbated to that year.

Lastly, but no less important, at my age I masturbate very differently now. I do it in super long sessions and often don't even cum. There are a few reasons for that I won't go into and it's not a bad thing. It's quasi on purpose and very much about immersing myself in the full experience of masturbation rather than just trying to climax. Nevertheless, I miss being able to just rub one out in a couple minutes for the pure relief of cumming, and not wanting for more.

 

Anymore I have to have the Internet to help me cum

 

One memory that always workers for me is my trip to Spain shortly after becoming a widower. If you haven’t been to Spain (there’s a song, Never been to Spain), all I need to say is three words. Barcelona Las Ramblas. Check it out. Of course there is Ibeza if you want really wild time. But as usual I digress.

If you don’t have a good time in Barcelona you’re probably a lost cause.