Nostalgic Stroking

From my mid-to-late twenties, I was unattached and very bashful. I couldn’t bring myself to ask girls out so I masturbated regularly.

Regularly? Who am I kidding?

Quite simply, I pounded my tube steak at least every day and I loved it.
At that time, I hung out and got stoned with several friends two or three times a week at their home while listening to music.
Patty and Rick eventually got married, as did Greg and Yvonne (names obviously changed, bla bla).
But this recalls one of our pot-fueled rap sessions.
That night, Yvonne went to bed early (about 1:00 AM). Rick and Greg were nodding off in easy chairs. Patty and I were trying to keep the conversation going. Here I should mention that I’d recently confessed to Patty that if Rick and I weren’t best friends, I’d be in love with her myself.
The lounger she was in afforded me a great view of her lovely bare feet, and I couldn’t stop myself thinking about rubbing my dick between her soles. Seeing her toes and soles got me super hard (I already had a major foot thing), and adjusted my package down my left trouser leg. I thought I’d done it discreetly, but then I saw Patty’s eyes widen a bit. She smiled, and there was a distinct twinkle in her eyes. Patty was not exactly inhibited…
Since all of us had to work in the morning, I excused myself and got in my car.

But before backing out of the driveway, I unzipped my slacks, “unholstered” my weapon and kept it out for the half-hour drive.

Somehow, stoned and all, I managed to edge my way home without ejaculating in the car or driving off the road.
By the time I got home my dick had softened a bit, but there was unfinished business to attend to so…
Locking myself in my bedroom, I arranged my masturbation paraphernalia on the bed:

• Playboy Centerfolds of Candy Loving and Nancy Cameron
• Pillows, either to prop up pictures and/or for humping
• From my high-school yearbook, photos of Donna and Julie, two girls I’d had serious crushes on
• Pictures of Diana Rigg, Caroline Munro, Ingrid Pitt, and Lara Parker
• Bottle of peach scented Agree hair conditioner, my all time favorite masturbation lube when I’m jerking with bare hands,
• Paper towels or tissues
• Sweat sock or large party balloon to ejaculate into if I decide to fuck the pillow(s)

Dropping trou, I flopped back on the bed and, looking at Candy, I started covering myself with Agree. Immediately my rod sprung up ready for duty, feeling longer and thicker than usual. Deciding to take advantage I started stroking. It didn’t take long until I brought myself to the edge several times, each time holding myself…
Aaah…Candy…
Mmm…Donna…
Oooh…Caroline…
Oh, Patty,, let me put my dick between your feet..
OH PATTY I’M CUMMING! AH! AH!! I cupped the palm of my hand over the head of my spurting dick, then moved it to watch - I lost count of how many jets of cum splashed over my belly and chest before I got dizzy and fell asleep.

As I cleaned up, I reflected - and I still feel this way - that this was far and away the greatest ,most intense orgasm I’d ever had.

Next morning we met at the time clock.
“Hey, Patty.”
“Hey Mick.”
A beautiful, wicked smile from her and a pause.
“Sooo… when you got home… (almost in a whisper) did you”?
“Did I what?”
“You know… DO it? Jerk it?I could see you really needed to cum. You looked really big and hard when you left!”
“Er… yeah. Thanks to you.”
“Good for you! Was it good?”
I fell into the spirit and smiled back…
“No… It was great.”
“I’m glad, I did too! You deserve it, you’re so sweet.”
She hugged me, gave me a kiss, and we both went to work.
It’s the only time I’ve ever admitted masturbating to anyone, much less a female friend, and I’m glad I did. Neither of us ever mentioned it afterwards, but I jerked to her a couple of times every week after that.
I’ve long since lost touch with Rick and Patty…
But I still love her…

And I’ll always love masturbating to the memory of that night.

 

Those Playboys that I used to masturbate to when I was younger are probably the reason that I still prefer my women to have a nice, fluffy bush. Back then, you didn't see labia because the photos weren't that explicit. All you got to see were breasts and a nice, fluffy triangle of hair. The women's legs were generally closed or they were positioned so as their genitals were not visible. Back then, just seeing a bush was enough to give me a raging hard on! Those early memories and sexual "trigger" stay with us in our subconscious mind. These days, ever time a see a photo of a woman with a nice bush it takes me back to younger days!!!!

 

I've dived back to the past for some pleasure pulls here and there. Great time.

 

I have masturbated to images/pics from soft core mags/calendars from the past of of sexy women and sometimes they were not completely nude,-they were in thongs/panties.

 

I sometimes recall days when I was 14 and my friend showed me what masturbation was, my first time orgasming and cumming was from his hand. We used to jerk each other off frequently and there are times when I’m stroking I close my eyes and pretend it’s his hand jerking me off. I’ve never had anyone jerk my cock like him, I do miss it sometimes.

 

The memories and experiences from adolescence and puberty are always the best to reminisce over!!!!

 

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Masturbating is my happy place now I'm 70. I write down in graphic detail all the experiences that I can remember and slowly work my cock as I do. I don't shoot long jets of come like I used to but now I make a lot of pre come which fills the palm of my hand and I massage it into my cock shaft and balls. Memories keep my hard on working for me.

 

Same, teens fwb s the best memories!

 

I stroke to memories all the way back to childhood. Mostly think about my experiences as a teen or in my 20s

 

My favorite nostalgic stroking technique is to write an erotic story about an early sexual experience reliving (and often embellishing) the powerful excitement I felt. I’ve often done that sitting naked on my smooth desk chair and create a large puddle of precum which I eventually use as lube when I start stroking.

 

Yes I do recollect my old sexual encounters some times it's turn me on alot . Even I felt strongly i should go back that time and watch my self doing that energetic sex when i masturbate . Even had video recording which I use to watch it many times like my MfM , Mfff, Mfff, even old video of with my wife . But above all which have strong effect on me was my memories.

 

Meanwhile, I often think about my schoolmates, friends and ex-partners.
It's more exciting to me than anything else.

 

I still have playboys and other smut mags along with dvds dating back to the 90’s maybe some even older. I still enjoy wanking to old gfs and my friends sisters

 

As some who had written earlier, I almost always masturbate to those 'might have been' or 'could have been' moments. I run the reel through my mind and then play out an ending that I would have preferred. The fantasy of that different outcome brings me to quite a pleasant release.

 

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I also stroke to memories. When I do fantasize, it's often about Straight male friends I've had, who I wish were a little more curly.

 

I often masturbate thinking about the images I stroked to as an adolescent. I remember the first time feeling aroused by a woman’s body. My friend’s mom was in our kitchen having coffee. She had on this tight red sweater and all I could do was stare at her breasts. I still sometimes stroke to that image and it was over 50 years ago. I also found some images on the net from from an old cosmo mag I use to stroke to as a teen. That brought back some great memories.

 

I'd love to read some of those

 

I was thinking of a time at a nude beach I developed an erection and so I walked a little ways away. Standing in the sun with a hard on for several minutes when I realized a guy was walking towards me, also with an erection.

We said hello and just stood watching the waves for awhile before walking just out of sight of the others where we masturbated together before returning to the beach.