Don't Be A System Mind Dead Zombie

Back in the 70s and 80s it was a time of all night cinemas, small rented rooms, public bathrooms and perverts.

I was a teen and was one of the many that ended up for some time in the hands of these perverts... Literally.

I don't remember those pervs as bad or those times, actually it left a good memory. It was a time when the world was right.

I was out EVERY night. It was fun, kinky and an underground pleasure trip I enjoyed.

I clearly remember going to all night cinemas every night, sitting at the back and waiting for a pervert to come sit next to me. And one ALWAYS did. A few minutes would pass before his hand would wander over and I'd just sit there often with his coat covering my legs as he groped me and began rubbing up and down till I shot a load in his hand. Every night a different man.

Then there were the public bathrooms and cubicles covered with phone numbers on the walls and they were good during daytimes and evenings. I would enter one and go into a cubicle and take note of some phone numbers on a text pad (no mobile phones in those days) and then slightly leave the door unlocked. I would stand with my back to the door and just wait and within a few minutes I would hear the door and someone would enter. I never turned around but just stood still waiting and within seconds there I was standing in a cubicle in silence letting a pervert man grope me. They were all very good at it and I knew that they had already made other guys like me shoot for them before and after. So I just stood there, groped till hard, trousers undone and pulled down and a total strangers hand pumping it for me. It felt great, really.

Those phone numbers I kept and on a daily basis I used to find a phone box and call them. The phone conversations were very basic and short and I'd usually hear a man just give me an address to go to.

I called these numbers and went to the addresses at least three times a week and all were small rooms often above shops. I would knock on the door lightly where a pervert man would invite me in.

They always treated me very well and with a lot of respect. He would create a sexy conversation and ask me questions like how I like it.

The rooms were like bedsits and I would let the man guide me. Not long after I would find myself laying on his bed, beside me being wanked by him, I'd just lay there and let him. Most would talk dirty to me at the same time, I liked that.

There were a few kinky pervs too that had me wear stockings and tights for them and they would wear rubber washing up gloves. I really liked that.

If I were lucky, some invited me to stay the night, And I did many times. On those nights I was wanked three or four times before morning.

These times left only good memories. No "traumas", no "gay" anything and no damage. The perverts only had one thing in mind. Wank, suck, swallow.

It was all about the kink of letting strangers wank me silly. And many, many did.

Today no I'm not gay at all and am not attacked to men at all and live a good life but even today when I'm alone (girlfriends not around) I still meet pervert men in secret and let them grope and wank me.

Guys I like women just like you and no matter what people tell you, it's not bad gay or wrong to let a man, friend or stranger, wank you off. One of your present male friends is probably wanking silly thinking about wanking you so just let him! Enjoy life and stop living like a system mind dead zombie. Remember you are not "gay" if you let men or friends wank you off, it's a part of life and it's good for you!

You'll be surprised just how many males around you everyday would love to watch you shoot for them. If you get lucky you'll find a man or friend that will let you FEED him your jiuces on a regular basis.

Shhhhh. Just let them and enjoy the relax!