A: Guess what time it is?
Z: Lunch?
A: Maybe brunch, but I'm talking about sharing a story with our readers over the next six weeks.
Z: Sounds good to me...but how about after we munch.
A: (Hands him a snack bar and points to the computer) Story time first!
Friends are like condoms …
they
protect you when things get hard
At a young age
SUBJECT Cathy was replaced but not forgotten
While reflecting upon his youth, Keegan recognized that first emotions,
whereas they were of an immature soul were far from immature. The sensations were stronger, the passion
more intense, and the self-awareness of their truth not yet evolved.
He reflected about such profoundly overwhelming emotions. Of course, they were an adolescent's, but
first love could be the most powerful love ever.
The summer before starting college Keegan met Sherry Stringer, she was
one in a series of females that were exacted from the same litter and
self-sabotage was the bitch. All were
physically alike, and greatly differed from his first love, Cathy.
Cathy was tall, they short, Cathy shapely, they very straight and
slight, and Cathy chesty, they minimally mammariforcated. Keegan eventually discerned the pain of
the loss of Cathy skewed his choices, never wanted that pain, again. So why risk love, again. That was
his recovery plan.
At a Downingtown dance, he met Sherry along with her ex-boyfriend and
his buds. He ignored the guys, took
Sherry home, and then re-met the ex and his horde of monosyllabic twits. They followed him, promising his ass
kicking. Acting mature for his age, a
stage he proved by smoking a pipe, using wild cherry tobacco. At a traffic light, the ex with vehement
words referred to Keegan as dead. Then repeated himself.
Keegan lit his pipe,
calmly, looked over, smiled, counted, six in their truck, and replied, “You can
have me if you can catch me!” He slipped
his red mustang into low, ripped rubber and peeled away.
Not knowing the local geography, he quickly found a huge mall parking
lot, they on his trail. Fearlessly,
Keegan spun the car, facing them. They
drove forward, and he reacted gunning the motor, let the car rip, and headed
right at them, playing a serious life-altering game of chicken. They blinked
first, somehow he knew they would.
Without consideration, he followed, stilled targeting them, fully
prepared for a collision, all misplaced youthful bravery. He stared, raced at them and just before a
collision, they swerved. Keegan slowly,
confidently rode past them. They did not
follow.
The next weekend he returned to the Downingtown dance, walked in alone
and saw Sherry. Hair perfect, make-up
perfect, she raced across the floor, weaving through dancers, and then halting
just inches away from him. The ex and
his collective of cretins noticed Keegan.
Their din was audible to Keegan.
His ass was grass, and they were the lawnmower. He understood this was going to be the case
before he entered. So before anyone
painted him with a hero’s whitewash or called him foolish to square of body
odor, remember he understood. Two
minutes after he entered so did seven of his buds. Guys he played sport with, huge boy-men. They stood at his shoulder just as the ex and
his herd of sheepeople confronted
him. Magic happened in that flash of
fear witnessed on another’s face. Keegan
watched that flash cover seven, watched that seven approach that moment of ...
fight, piss your pants, or retreat. He
knew the response before it happened.
After all, he had stared them down the week before alone, and knew they
would retreat like worms feeling first sun.
They did. The ex remained the ex,
and Keegan was elevated to permanent boyfriend status. For that evening, his buds became the only
dudes at the dance.
His freshman year in college, found Keegan and Sherry together often
and mostly naked. Again, so unlike what
he shared with Cathy. However, he was
never aware that he was over-compensating.
Hell, he was having pleasure.
Sherry helped him learn the knack of sex, all of its tastes and
feels. He took his time, necking for
hours, dwelling on her skin. He learned
that muff diving, a term she used, was fun, controlling and resulted in new,
unusual sounds. It was enlightening.
They were inexperienced at fucking.
Generally, the head of Herbie,
short for Herbie Handcock, would
enter, they’d kiss and touch. It felt
good but for the most part they remained motionless. Then one night, to his surprise, she declared
a leg cramp, shifted, rolling her legs and hips. Herbie entered completely and a rush of
sensations, the likes of a concert, riddled every cell of his being. There was ecstasy, rapture, pleasure no man
deserved and plenty of cum, hot and sloppy, surprising both. She understood, though a bit hazy, she wanted
to do it again. Tickled, he agreed. "Why not?" He learned something else that night, the
reality of penile recovery. When he
wanted Mr. Inappropriate Hard-on to
rise, it balked. The unspoken Nope! from his nether region was embarrassing, but with some coaxing by
her unrelenting lips they managed. The
second time was just as good and it lasted almost a minute longer.
Bob, a good friend, told Keegan all about premature ejaculation. Bob at a beach party on Cape Cod, was
drinking. He met a gal. They strolled from the fire, laid in the sand
and kissed. She was willing. Bob eliminated the obstacles of shorts and
panties. She was, ready, fingers wet
her, his shorts thrown aside, he rolled onto her. His voluminous cock touched her warm stomach,
anticipation racing, bang, dumped on her belly, sexploided prematurely.
Keegan understood. Premature
ejaculation was doing it outside of the vagina.
Therefore Keegan’s action was not.
Sadly, Bob’s lesson was another in a long line of sexual myths that he
would have to rewrite.
Bob went on to be immortalized in a great movie.
Sherry taught Keegan pleasure after pleasure, all so vanilla but ever
so wonderful. It was great. Constantly
made him orgasm in under a minute. She
was the best, skilled.
They made love but sadly neither told the other they were in love.
TO BE CONTINUED
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