Thank you to Miss Lynn and Techsan for their editing of this story. If you find errors, it's because I kept making changes after the edits. Story can go in a number of different categories.
Chapter 1: Decisions we make.
How many times do we change our minds in our life? Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be everything from a super hero to the best dad in the world. I wanted to be like my dad. He seemed to know everything; that is until I became a teenager.
He seemed old fashioned, outdated by then, and didn't understand me anymore. Don't get me wrong here; I still loved my dad. I just didn't think he had the right answers anymore. I'm now in my late twenties and now know he was trying to help me. It just wasn't what I wanted to hear at the time. I guess they call that growing up.
In high school, I played sports and he was always there for me. Mom and Dad were at most of my games. I had three older brothers and an older sister. I mean much older. I came along fourteen years after my sister (who was the youngest sibling until my arrival) was born.
I guess I was somewhat spoiled but I did listen to my parents most of the time. I played all kind of sports. Dad said it would help keep me out of trouble if I kept busy. He was right to an extent but it was also what led me to the girls. Cheerleaders and after school dances were all part of my extra curricular activities.
I didn't have any one girlfriend for very long. The first one I had sex with, I thought I loved until I had sex with another girl. I figured out it was the sex, not the girl that I wanted. Football and sex were my two favorite past times.
Just before I was about to graduate, Dad caught me making out with Delores in our basement. I was fingering her cunt and her breasts were out. When we saw dad, we were both embarrassed and scared.
Dad looked at Dee (that's what I called Delores). "Young lady, I think it's time you went home," said dad.
Dee got up embarrassed but didn't say a word, which was probably best. She quickly straightened her clothes and left. Dad looked at me and told me he understood what I was going through but it was best if I could wait. "Jim, it's something we all experience but if you wait for the woman you love, it will be so much better."
See, dad didn't understand. I didn't want love, I wanted sex and to me it felt damn good now.
I think he realized he wasn't really getting through to me, so he said, "Jim, if you aren't going to listen to me then don't be foolish and not wear protection. Don't depend on a woman saying she's safe. Always wear a condom. Not only for birth control but also for the diseases that are out there. Young people just don't seem to get it. Some of these STD's can ruin your sex life forever or even kill you. Please listen to me and play it safe."
From that day on I did heed dad's warning but it didn't stop me. I saw Dee a few days later and we had sex. I put on a condom and she asked me what I was doing, reminding me that she was on the pill. I told her since the talk with my dad, I promised him I would always wear a condom. I didn't want to tell her that I didn't want to catch any disease she might have. That would have been quite the turnoff. She wasn't very happy about it but we fucked like bunnies anyway. I found myself buying condoms by the dozen.
Ellen was another girl I had sex with a few times. She loved giving oral sex, which was fine because I loved receiving it. I very rarely ate out a pussy since the talk with my dad. I had this odd question back in my mind that I didn't know the answer to. I went on line and got so many answers it made my head spin.
Here's my question. A guy wears a condom to protect against disease. After fucking a woman in her pussy and maybe even in her ass, she takes the condom off and gives the guy a blow job. Aren't diseases transferable to the woman's mouth? Herpes is the first one that comes to mind.
I do have to say that dad put that in my brain and it's hard to forget. If I go out with a woman who has a cold sore or if she gave me a blowjob, I can't kiss her after that. My dad made me paranoid. I will say that if I got real drunk or smoked a little weed that I would do most anything. Lucky for me I don't have any STD's. Well, I did have the clap twice, but that's another story I'll explain later.
As I mentioned, I played sports but wasn't anything special. I didn't get any scholarships and my grades weren't all that great. It wasn't that I didn't have the smarts but I wasted my time dating and partying.
I had a number of friends that I partied with. Most were football players and cheerleaders along with a few others. My friend Clay was our halfback and got a scholarship for football. Dee and Ellen both headed off to college also. They received a few small scholarship grants and their parents were paying for the rest of their education. So after graduation we all kind of started going our own way. I enlisted in the service and I worked part-time at the grocery store till it was time for me to go.
I spent five years in the service. At the end of my first tour of duty, which was three years, I re-upped for two more years. When I wrote home I was told work was hard to find in our area and the army gave me a nice re-enlistment bonus. I spent all five years in foreign countries. I spent two tours in war zone areas and three in different somewhat safe foreign countries.
It was nice seeing the different areas of the world. It made me kind of wish that I would have studied geography and history a little harder. The sexual attitude in some of these countries was so open. I would pay for sex while in the Asian countries. These women would do anything for money. Most looked so young but we were told they were all over eighteen. Every one of them would say how much they loved us while we had sex.
I remember one of the guys telling me a story about one of the Asian girls he had paid for sex. She was on her hands and knees on the bed and the room had low lighting. He had his hands on her ass and was pumping her from behind doggy style.
The girl kept saying "I love your American cock, oh so big, feel so good. Give me more GI cock. Harder, faster, oh so good; you fucky me oh so good. Oh I feel it; I feel big cock. Oh so, good, so good. Fill me with cum, oh so good."
He was busy fucking her and thinking he was quite the stud until he noticed she was reading a comic book and just saying things to make him come quicker. After that episode he realized it was just the money. It didn't make any difference who's cock was plowing her.
I mentioned that story because I can relate to it so much. The sex was a job to these women. It's how they fed their families. I would often just tell them they didn't have to talk and I'd always tip them a few extra bucks. I would like to think that they really wanted to be with me.
In other countries I actually dated quite a few good looking women. Most all would have sex with me. I did remember what my dad said about condoms. A few times I got wasted on weed and didn't use them. Twice I had to get shots and medication for the clap. After that I almost always wore a condom.