From Pud to Stud

They say, “Youth is wasted on the young”

Sad, but true, especially when it comes to love—and sex

Mostly sex

I can easily recall the days of rock hard abs

Wet dreams every night

Woodies every morning

Pre-teens and teens claiming to be studs

For getting to first base

Maybe second

And heckling your buddies

For beating their puds

While lying

And denying

Pubescent pecker parties of one

Nightly

Perhaps twice

Even thrice

Daily

 

Each year older and a little bolder

The lies grow exponentially

Beyond the fractions of your actions

Your best bud beats you

He’s the first to go all the way

“For real,” he says

Till you find out

From a friend of a friend

He shot his wad on her panties

Before his dick ever touched her quim

Then fate chooses to be kind

With your first time all the way

You earn the right of a shit eating grin

You play with her pussy

Then stick it right in

Before your five second fiasco

But what a glorious five seconds

Till she complains about your lack of stamina

And you try to compare it to rodeo stars

Where eight seconds is all that’s required

But your sales pitch fails

And the jail bait bails

Though you call after her

Claiming we can try again

And she drops you even lower

“Come back when you become a man”

 

If you survive the embarrassment of youth

The day does arrive when you become a man

Perhaps even a stud

But only if you’ve learned the art of the mind-fuck

You’ve got to capture a woman’s emotions

Long before the oral

The vaginal

The anal

And all other pleasures you take in hand

8 thoughts on “From Pud to Stud

  1. What I would give to have known you back then, Daddy…even if it had only lasted 5 seconds. ☺️
    Funny, and in its own way, sweet. Your words evoked both a grin and thoughts of “what if?”. I like. ♥️

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