009_and_a_half: When I was in grad school, I jogged most nights through a junior college campus on my running route. Most of the time I jogged without a shirt in running shorts, and one night a couple girls from the college started whistling and cat-calling. After a couple of nights of that, I stopped to introduce myself. They wanted to take me back to the dorm. I asked what they had in mind. They wanted to know if I really *had* to ask. I asked if they had Magnum XLs. They said they didn't, but asked me to ride along while they bought some.
Back at the dorm, I went "tag team" with the two girls from about midnight till 6 am. After that, every night I'd finish my run at the dorm to shower and enjoy myself. After awhile, I was working my way on weekend nights down the dorm hall -- a couple dozen different girls.
But then one night, a friend and I went to another university town about an hour away to check out the scenery. We stopped in at a bar near the ten-storey dorm. We were both picked up by a half dozen of the residents after they insisted they had plenty of XLs. That was the first of several weekend delights.
One weekend, I must have gone a hundred times from Friday night till I left to catch Monday am classes.
Those were the days.
Now, when my girlfriend's away, I can jack off to orgasm a couple of dozen times a day. Only a few times have I gone dry.