A quick interlude

February 2012

And then there was sex…

I seem to be a magnet for ‘first timers’ or virgins if you prefer.

Lee, Curt and Steve were all virgins when we met.

Lee and I learned together. Then Bob taught me wonderful things and I taught Curt and Steve.

Curt perverted it with violence and anger.

Steve chose to share his knowledge with others that were not involved in our relationship. Thought the definition of monogamy was a type of wood.

And was not honest about it to boot. Then again I guess that cheaters rarely are honest…

The first time for Steven and I was in a park. I had three roommates and we almost never had the apartment to ourselves. So we spent a lot of time on the back roads and in parks. This was back before that became dangerous in our neck of the woods.

Anyway, it was a beautiful, but cold full moon night. We out at one of the parks we liked (having grown up in the area he knew where to find the deserted parts) doing what teenagers do best; making out and teasing each other.

One thing led to another, as it usually does, and I discovered just how cold a cement picnic bench actually in late October. (VERY!) And he discovered that sex was fun! (If a bit chilly)

We were getting in the car to drive out of the park as the local police drove in to make their nightly rounds.

We watched the cop pull in and head around the other side of the loop and put the car in drive to get out before we got caught. He looked at me, laughed and said, “Well, at now I won’t die a virgin”.  We laughed most of the way back to town.

Stupid? Yes. Funny? We thought so.

The first time with Curt was a whole nother slightly complicated story.

I lived in my first apartment with a couple of friends. Again, we rarely had the apartment to ourselves. We had decided to go to his old house, way up the river and pick up something that he had left there. I have absolutely no idea what we were getting now. It was long ago.

We went in the middle of the afternoon, because I didn’t want to be in the house after dark; it just gave me a weird feeling in my gut.

He showed me around the house and we ended up in his bedroom looking for something. I found an old football jersey of his that I liked and decided to try on.

Off went the shirt, on went the jersey. I asked if I could keep it. He told me “no”. I told him if he wanted it back, he would have to take it off me.

He did. For some reason he decided my shorts needed to go too. As did his.

Next thing we know it is dark outside. Thats when we started to hear things in other parts of the house. Especially coming from his stepdad’s old office. Step dad was a dentist and those drills don’t normally turn themselves on and off. No one else was home, and we left just as fast as we could get dressed.

Never did get the jersey back.

However, that was the first time I saw the black shadows out of the corner of my eyes.


2 responses to “A quick interlude”

  1. I read through some of your posts. Pretty personal. I left a bunch of comments, but I think they disappeared somehow.

    I had a similar experience with an old blog, which I found after setting up the new blog.

    Now, I am keen to get people to read my blog, for some reason.

    https://blog.magicmodernizationproject.com

    It is now mostly my wonderful little stories and poems.

    What I propose is this: If you read and “like” (so I know you actually read it) or “comment on a post I will do the same for one of yours.

    Of course, this is a proposal that you will immediately reject. Suspicious.

    But I would love an excuse to read your little life stories. I like stories.

    I would also love to tell you about my life experiences.

    You are, I assume, female. I am a 70 year old male desert hermit, with no desire to meet anybody. I just want to see my poor little masterpieces get read. They escaped out of my head, and now they are just wasting away, out there, in the cruel and uncaring digital wasteland.

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  2. So my comment would be about my first sex experience.

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