It's sad really, how my mind works. For some reason, and I know it's a terribly sick and illogical reasoning, I equate the teenage years of my life with the most intense and seductive sexual urges. Somewhere between when my balls dropped and I lost my virginity. I know it's insane, but those feelings have somewhat become commonplace over the years, possibly dulled by the repetitive nature of that delicious friction. Pump, pump, pump, pump, squirt; rinse, repeat, and every now and then have the pleasure of filling up a willing receptacle with little RedGunners.

So, I tend to look back at the years between 13 & 19 with nostalgia. I would strangle my little pup pud to anything that was showing the smallest amount of fur; I'd have wet dreams about sucking nipples and stroking cock, the hum of a vacuum cleaner could set me off, I'd stroke it during class at school. Oh, and the inner turmoil! Everyday I would do the deed and then after that brief euphoria, there was this emptiness, a brutal reality that God hated my actions and condemned me to hell if I didn't repent. I would write something naughty, draw a few pictures, build up a nice collection showcasing my innermost desires, and then suddenly in a fit of remorse one day, I would rip up each creation, page-by-page and hide them deep in the garbage can so that my parents would never find out. Rinse, repeat.

Now, that I'm slightly older and I no longer fear retribution from an imaginary being who somehow frowns upon me expressing my sexuality yet provides me the tool, I look back at all the wasted opportunities. I could have, well... I could have fucked, and been fucked. When I was 14, I was fully developed downstairs. I had 7 inches then, I have 7 inches now (with a little more character of course). Had I realized the joys of the flesh, and came to the startling realization that we are here to play and be played with, it would have been an exceptionally nervous and excitingly sexual time instead of jacking off into socks and later crying about it.

So, why the reminiscing? Well, I decided to write a two-part story, and found out that I can no longer post part 2 here when complete because it violates the TOS and involves characters that are shockingly 16 years old and therefore unable to have sex. Strike that; they are willing and may in fact engage in sexual activity, but anyone over 18 years of age cannot write or read about said activity. Hence the title of this post. Certainly that is not the exact wording of the TOS or my local laws, but it is the logic behind the rule. Technically, by some state laws, I lost my virginity through statutory rape.

Sigh. It would have been a real swell orgy too. I wish I was still 14 so that I could finish writing this story; it just sucks that there would be a time-limit for me to then read it and I wouldn't be able to post it since I would still be a minor.


-RG
(PS: It is what it is.)