1. The Next Door Neighbour


    Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: Just_A_Guy_You_Know, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    My name is Justin. I'm in my mid-thirties, which is a pretty good age to start reflecting on your past, and take stock of where you are today. I've been looking at some old pictures from when I was in my early twenties. I wore the cool slacker/skater look quite well. I was a tall, with long wavy brown hair that hung down to my jaw line. I wore jeans and retro T-shirts all the time during the summers. In the winters I'd add a thick sweater and jacket to the ensemble. I was very skinny at the time. Later on, my metabolism caught up to me and kicked my ass, giving me love handles and a pot-belly. I never considered myself good-looking, but in retrospect, I was probably a lot more attractive than I gave myself credit for at the time. But then again, who wasn't? Youth, as they say, is wasted on the young. This is the true-enough story of how I lost my virginity. I say "true-enough" because many of the things in this story actually happened to me in some form or other - but not all at the same time or with the same people. Other parts have been fictionalized, because my real life isn't really all that dramatic. For example, I made up the part about being a virgin because it makes for a better story. The real story of losing my virginity happened a couple years earlier on a futon in a dark basement den room while watching a video (in the end-days of VHS) with a girl whom I wasn't really attracted to, but became a kind of friend with benefits for awhile. I tried to deny my virginity, ...
    but it was pretty obvious I was inexperienced. But, who the hell wants to read that story? This one is better, and truer in a sense, too. There are many truths that go beyond facts. I grew up in a mid-sized town in Northern Ontario. It's the kind of place people come from, but few remain there permanently by choice. The main thing going in this town was natural resources jobs - forestry, fishing, etc. We also had a small regional college, which I attended with hopes of gaining some kind of employable skills that would get me the hell out. I lived with my parents, and saved money from a part time job as a dispatcher for a shuttle company that drove loggers to and from their work sites. People in my town were provincial, closed-minded, and conservative (at least by Canadian standards). There wasn't much to do for a twenty-one year old who was into music and art and culture and gaming, and couldn't give a shit about fishing or sitting around bonfires getting wasted every weekend. I should say that my opinion on my home town has softened in recent years. It's not really that bad. Quiet slow Northern life has its charms. But as a young man, I didn't appreciate them. I was miserable there. And lonely. I always felt kind of like I was out of place. The things I was interested in weren't interesting to anyone else I knew. I spent a lot of my time alone in my room with my computer, playing games, chatting online, and masturbating to pornography. I'd reached the age of twenty-one with ...
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