This was indeed what happened to us for the most part although in common with most men wanking occasionally (or often!) would just become something to...do when you felt like it. I still bought the occasional soft porn mag as I loved wanking over the pictures.I started going out with girls, got married and had a family. While I was married I worked away from home quite a bit and developed a taste for massage parlours where I could indulge some of my fantasies and get my cock rubbed to a climax by. It was a grim sight to behold but seemed to fit my current mood perfectly. As I walked closer I had initially expected something archaic, like an old-fashioned doorknocker, but, in betrayal to the rest of the exterior, a small gaudy-looking doorbell was mounted on the doorframe. I pushed it, heart racing, and waited. I didn't know what to feel so instead I felt a bit of everything. Anticipation, fear, happiness, loneliness, and even despair danced together inside me to create a most unusual. Once in the bedroom I have him lye on his back and remove his shorts, his cock is just a mere 4 or 5 inches, he's completely shaved and it is a wonderful sight. I lick up and down his shaft and hear him moaning and then I take all of his cock in my mouth and move my head up and down. Gosh what am I doing? Is this really happening. Me making love to a boy. From his cock I move down to his sexy feet, I lick the soles of his feet slowly which causes him to giggle and then I slowly suck on each toe. Her brother Sam had attended one, had partaken of the offer made by the hired stripper to 'entertain' anyone with the proper amount of cash and had ended up with a case of VD which he was unable to adequately explain to his wife. Her cousin Ron had left his wife and two children and had run off with the hired entertainment at a bachelor party that he had attended. Her father had gotten drunk at a bachelor party and had wrecked his car and put himself in the hospital for a week. No indeed, Doris.