Sex life reflects the evolution of human sexual history. This week: Ben, 41, from Houston.
My first real sexual experience was when I was about 14 – it was a very intense dry hump. I was in sweatpants, she was in leggings, there wasn’t much fabric between us. Here I am, and a lot. My shorts were ruined and she thought it was funny. She used the words “spill the milk” and then every time we got together and started kissing and having sex, she would say “don’t spill the milk”. But I come almost every time and that’s what I expect. We “met” for a month in the first year. I love it and I want to do more.
I hear all my friends talking about masturbation, how amazing it is, they do it a lot, but I always feel like I don’t know men, like it’s not my thing. But one day, about a year later [after the dry hump], I was in bed. Noon, no one is at home, and I say: “We’ll see.” I don’t have porn or magazines. I’m just curious. I’m done, I punch myself in the face, right under my eye. I never did it, he just shot. But I thought okay, now I understand what all the fuss is about. Even then, I set rules for myself [to jerk off]. Like no more than once a day. And probably not two days in a row. I’m 46 years old and I still have rules about it for no reason. It has nothing to do with shame or pain, and it has nothing to do with Christianity. Like I probably shouldn’t be doing these things, but that’s how I feel about everything – whether it’s drinking or exercising, I just have to try to regulate a lot of things in my life. moderate. On the other hand, it’s like making fun of yourself. Like I can’t wait to masturbate again in a few days, you know, so you can look forward to it.
I lost my virginity at 16, everything was predetermined – the date, the time, what was to happen. She told her mom that it was going to happen, so her mom left home. She is a single mother and very supportive of me. We started talking about it the night before my girlfriend and I were babysitting together. We weren’t going to do it at this man’s house, so she said, “Come tomorrow and I’ll make sure my mom leaves and we have sex.” about it all night. The next day I went to her house which was weird because I knew she was talking to her mom and her mom was there so when her mom left I had a weird hint like “I know what’s happening”. do. “There was no oral interview, we were just starting out, it took a long time, I think it’s not common. It was just very sweet and special, as it should be. Then we dated for about three years, and now we are very, very close friend.
After we broke up? I mean, there’s a lot of sex in college. When I graduated from college, I had a different relationship with the woman I was about to marry. We had amazing sex and it was a really amazing connection. I think she might still be the one who got away. Her father had cancer in November and then he passed away in January and she went home to mourn her and never came back, so it was a very big loss for me. After that, I just did my best. I overcompensated, I drank a lot, I had a lot of sex. That’s when I started doing art. I’ve been a bartender for a while so this definitely helps. The first time I had sex was with a black woman who had a clitoris and a ring on her tongue – I wasn’t ready for it, but it was amazing. I had an arrangement that I thought it was a threesome; I was making out with a girl on the pool table after work and her friend was just hanging around and I said, “Let’s all go back to my house,” and the other girl said, “Yes, I’ll follow you,” but she didn’t. To be honest, this is the only wish list I have left.
Officially, I divorced only a month, but we have been living together for three years. This whole marriage was…too bad. It’s just missionary, just lights, no clitoris, no kissing. When we met, I thought she behaved very well. She turned around and tried different things, but she never delved into them. When we got married and had kids, she really knew she could just mail the letter, which was really bad. One day, a few years ago, we were on a mission, and I turned her over and she said, “What is this, an amusement park ride?” I’m like, “Here’s another place!” That’s when I knew he was dead on arrival. With the consent of my wife, my therapist even suggested that I leave the marriage for sex. But in the end, we came up with three questions to ask my wife. First: Do you think sex is important in a marriage? She said no. “Second: were you free from sex for the rest of your life? she said yes. And third, non-sexual: when you think about the future, am I there?” She says, “It depends on the context. I thought, well, we need a divorce.
Last weekend I went on a date with Hinge and it was clear in the middle of the date that we really liked each other. She is a little older and also divorced, just beautiful and sexy. Everything about her is amazing. We kissed in the car and I said, “Listen, I want to go back to your seat and suck your clit before you see my dick.” wait.” I got into the car, called her and said: “I need to go to your house.” She sent me her address, and on the way she texted me and said, “Come on, I’m naked. “I went there and she opened the door, but she stayed behind. She is literally naked. I just immediately became disillusioned with her for a moment; she came twice, at least that’s what she said before touching me. Really long and hot. It was two and a half hours and we did it three times. I haven’t had sex in years and then this happened.
I tell my friends that when a divorce happens, I will do my best. Because I’ve been on hold for 17 years, right? Like I said, threesomes are my top priority, whether it’s with Jessica and her friends or anyone else. I can do it now without shame or guilt. It’s like a hedonistic thing that I want to do and I think I will. But there are other things as well. It’s like I never ate ass until last Saturday. It’s… I mean, it climbs walls. Based on what I’ve read or seen on Twitter, I think this is normal these days. It just seems like a normal part of sex and it’s really hot. I like to talk a lot during sex – not during sex, but before it. I love foreplay and I love kissing. My wife stopped kissing 12 years ago, so I forgot how much I love it, but I love it. Last weekend I was so pleased with my manhood and performance – the fact that someone is looking for me for the first time in a long time was amazing. I am the baby in the candy store and I will hug him for as long as I can.
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Post time: Dec-05-2022