Making Space

I've always been wild...the wild one in my family, at school...I regularly got grounded, got called out...got pulled back. Maybe it was just timing but I learned a valuable lesson my 12th summer...at church. My family is religious. One sunny Sunday at church, I couldn't sit still. The fidgets and squirms were constant. My mom hand me in her grip. I saw birds swirling and squirrels chasing each other.

"Mom, can I be excused?"

She shot me a look that let me know I was in trouble. I slid quietly down the aisle. Instead of turning down the stairs to the bathroom, I dashed out into the sun. I ran and ran and ran around the parking lot, swinging on low branches where I could. 5 laps and I laughed out loud. I dashed to the bathroom, peed and splashed water on my hot face. My mom was looking around for me when I crept next to her.

"What took you so long?" The chill in her voice and the fire in her eyes I'll never forget.

As quietly as I could I said, "I chased my fidget away..."

She looked confused. I sat perfectly still. I glowed with peace. The lesson? I could do what I needed, wanted to do and still please my mom, my family and my wildness. After the worship was over, I asked my Dad a question about the sermon. I had been able to pay attention. I didn't really hear the answer he gave. I felt love for my Mom because I'd made her proud.

My wildness stayed with me...but I got really active in sports...it gave me the outlet I needed. Years later in high school is where I also got to be crass and bold in the locker rooms...I was good looking and charming...I spent a lot of time strutting, being charming...pulling pranks...I had a girlfriend, our parents were super strict...I got more blue balls than real kisses...But we stayed within our parents' rules. We dated all thru high school and some of my time at community college. She wanted to marry, I wasn't ready. We sadly went our separate ways.

I earned my family's trust and respect and quietly lived my own life. I discovered places and people to be wild with as my community college was near a seedy section of town. Strip clubs, hookups on line...bookstores...I had a phase where glory holes had my attention just before my 21 birthday. On my 21st I went to Las Vegas and had the time of my life. I fucked three women and two guys in 5 days. I wasn't hiding anything...just kept things distinct. Living at home was a bummer, but I earned a landscaping contractors license. I was wild and mild; both sides of me were fully living.

I met a new gal. My family liked her. She was in college and lived at home too. We got together whenever we could. She finally graduated and moved in with girlfriends. I was 23, lean, horny and did what I liked and wanted.

I love jacking off...I am a daily dude...even when my gal and I fucked, I get myself off at least once a day...my gal is awesome...we're in love. She's a little conservative for me at times...not just in bed, but doesn't like Thai food, or foreign films...I'm totally in to her otherwise...just more adventurous than her. It's not a stress really...I can eat Thai food without her! The bedroom...well there's always porn and my hands!

The three months before my gal and I started dating seriously, I was living large...I was dating thru several websites...fucking a couple of gals...and had a buddy who we swapped blowjobs...I've messed with a couple guys before...always casual...my blow buddy Kevin and I are on the same Parks