One of my mates (who’s the same age as me) says he’s come to the conclusion that guys never stop wanking. It’s something they feel compelled to do when the need arises and the ideal solution to their sudden itching isn’t available.
I’m not sure how he reached this conclusion, but it’s certainly in line with my own feelings (as well as my own experience).
I was thinking about it this lunchtime when I was frying myself an egg sarnie. I suddenly got the urge for some action down there, but with the frying pan in one hand and the spatula in the other I thought, well, I’ll have to live with it.
It’s tea-time now and, as I’ll be home alone for the next 48 hours, the deed is done. A temporary calm has currently returned.
Having a wank can be a tricky subject for me to discuss as part of my work involves teaching teenagers, mainly lads, and it’s interesting to observe how they change when, as becomes pretty obvious, you recognise that their virginity has now been replaced by the recent experience of ‘the real thing’.
God knows how ghastly this performance actually was, but that’s of minor consequence; the point is, the stiffy stayed resolute right up to the sticky liquid making its appearance. The essential point is that it happened and subsequently, another illusion was shattered.
‘Having it away’ isn’t going to change a young guy from ‘boy’ to ‘man’ – far from it. What’s important though – especially for the lads who, to that point, have seen a shag as a major element within their maturity – is that Mother Nature has had her way. There is renewed hope for the species homo sapien!
It’s fascinating to me how powerful are the promptings of Mother Nature … and how instantly and deeply felt is any reference to your knob. It inclines you to become aware of instinct, and its power. The thinking of the brain and the collection of erudite knowledge which might ultimately
lead you to a Professorship – even a Nobel Prize – are no competition for the satisfying warmth which you get from having performed a great shag.
OK, when it’s over you probably want a cigarette, drink (and the taxi fare home?), but wherever you are, the aftermath of self confidence which first lingers between your legs and then swells up into the rest of your body, including the heart, is quite incomparable to anything else.
And if you’re capable of digging deep and in touch with your power to Sense, you realise that if there is such a thing as Life having Meaning well, the fact that you’ve the power to help continue the process of Life-Giving provides an inexplicable awareness of purpose.
Forgive me if my mind is beginning to wander; I realise it’s a far cry from having a wank to perpetuating the human species.
Still, it’s nice to know that if push came to shove, the future of mankind is nestled right in your hand.