That came in an unexpected form, one hot summers day, a few months later. It was just a few scrappy notes for my own consumption. No, it was a very ordinary, terribly slow journey. Oh for a Fleshlight back then…and now really. Wanking was definitely my favourite pastime. I do not suppose for a moment this is unusual, but when it happens to you, it takes it out of you, initially at least. I do not believe full penetration occurred, but it felt good anyway. Like most lads, I guess, I also experimented with ‘hands off’ wanking. Eventually thank goodness, after liberal applications of cold water and plenty of soap to the area, I managed to go limp enough to free myself. Things could easily have got out of hand and gone the whole way. Although arguably too old for such antics, one of my fellow ‘doctors’, my best mate John and I, had spent the afternoon playing in a paddling pool in our garden, a welcome relief from the summer heat. I have had several opportunities to ‘play away’, over the years, but have never gone that route. Nor will I pay for sex, even though I could easily afford it.
