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Yeah, I remember that
By Chris Carr
Copyright © May, 2000
Got my first bicycle the Christmas I turned 12, I believe
Back when bicycles were all the rage
Candy apple red sting ray with a banana seat, sport wheels, and a sissy bar
Stuck a playing card in the spokes, stationed it with a clothespin and I had a motorbike
Mom would cook for two days, non-stop
On Christmas day, the house would radiate with mouthwatering aromas
Grandma spending the night, Christmas Eve
A living room covered with toys for me, my brother and baby sis
Monopoly and little sis' Candyland
Aluminum Christmas Trees
Color wheels and candy canes
My nuts… the weird way one started dangling suspiciously lower than the other
A nipple becoming mysteriously tender as it swelled inexplicably
Hair appearing in some of the most peculiar places and odors emerging from under my arms
Dad's walnut finish, floor console, High Fidelity Magnavox lasted well past my 13th, no 14th birthday
Loved listening to that thing
Sounds vibrating, the old wood floor picking it up and amplifying throughout the house
LP's and 45's with that funny, yellow adapter
33 rpm, 45 rpm, 78 rpm
Mom and Dad playing Sam Cooke and doing those old fashioned dances
Me, my brother and sis, for once united, begging them, in the name of all decency please, "SIT DOWN!"
And I still associate smooth jazz on the radio with Saturday afternoons at the corner barbershop, waiting my turn
Kevin. Blond, long haired, worldly Kevin dutifully taking a minute to explain
"Dude, tonight when you take your shower, soap it up real good and just rub
Trust me, it's going to feel gooooood"
Sweating under the steamy water, foreign sensations coursing through my body
Time elapsing until the water ran tepid
Freshman year, brought nehru collars and bellbottoms
Big wide ties, leather coats, and platform shoes
Polyester was the premier fabric of the decade
Suits, leisure suits, paisley shirts, women's dresses, you name it, they all were made of polyester
Afros and afro-puffs
Blowouts and blowout kits
Afro picks and cakecutters
Good Fred Oil and Afro Sheen
Royal Crown Dressing and Sulfur 8
President Johnson, Tricky Dick
Vietnam protests, and veterans on leave at school games
Voting age dropped to 18
Three years later, my first election, I voted for Governor "Moonbeam"
Black power, Black pride and, in my neck of the woods, a new group called, "The Crips"
Greeted each other with "Wha's happenin'?"
And hand shakes had steps to them
Randy, Randy Lewis that cute, dark boy up the street who'd developed way before his time
Full, sensuous body and the way his package filled those tight jeans of his, thrilled me to no end
Tensions high, anticipation rampant
Invite him for a swim, see what happens
That span, that tiny stretch of time when, but for a second, his swimsuit clearly outlined his hidden hose
Playing grab-ass in the water hoping, no praying, it might yield one exhilarating touch
Opting to change in front of each other because, "we're not little boys anymore"
Time frozen for that quick instant when you both gazed at each other's manhood
A mutual, silent consent to briefly "examine"
Hands cautiously reaching to touch
Wondrous delight as hardened poles, experience the caress of another
An offer to "measure" them
Jutting dicks opposing taut teen bodies
Dripping heads sensuously contacting the other's sprouting pubic hair
Excitement so great, my throat croaked, bone dry when I swallowed
By my Junior year, we still had only one black & white console TV
And my brother and I shared a boom box for music
Wondered what color really looked like when I heard "the following program in living color"
We "endured" TV without remotes
Used a pair of pliers to change the channel when the knob fell off
Watched programs like "The Partridge Family" and "Laugh-In"
Heard of a young comic named Richard Pryor
Rodney Allen Rippy
"Don't touch me sucka, you don't know me that well!"
"Sha-zaam!"
"Look out Elizabeth, I'm comin' home!"
You're going to make it after all…"That's one small step for man…"
Home alone and Adrian, the boy next door, happening to visit
"What you wanna do?"
"What you wanna do?"
Eyes drifting to glance at each other's groin
Heart thundering in my ears as we quietly shed our clothes
A sound like someone approaching the house
Both jumping, Adrian alarmed, insisting "what was that?"
Now naked, we each gazed at the other
God, the wonder of the teen, male form!
Prongs sprouting hard between our legs
Had no idea my boy was so well endowed
"Everything I do, you do," I quietly announce, assuming the lead
His subtle hiss when I stroked his stiff, hard length, divine
Timid hands mirroring my lead
Damn if that don't feel goooood
Somehow stumbling upon a 69
Twin dicks dangling above virgin mouths
Ooh, wipe that oozing, clear liquid away with the back of my hand
Timidly drawing that throbbing pole into my mouth
Calmly realizing, it's oozing again!
Piquant taste of boy pre-cum
Surrendering to the heady delight of boy-boy sex
The provocative sensation of my dick ensconced in his warm cavern
A body shaking shudder, too many sensations to assimilate
He gasped when my tongue whipped around his sensitive, mushroom cap
While I suddenly became aware that damn, I'm close!
A slight, almost imperceptible push of his pelvis as he turned the corner too
Toes wiggling, bodies squirming
Dicks swelling, balls tightening
Muffled grunts, tender caresses
Bodies twitching, shafts pulsing
"Oh my God, I'm swallowing cum!"
Remember when phones had rotary dials?
Princess phones, lighted dial included
Telephone repairmen, "two extensions or one?"
Polaroid cameras
Uncle Cecil always had one for family functions
Pictures in a flash, my, my
Kodak Instamatic
Flash cubes and flash bars
Tried reading Salinger, Orwell and Bradbury
But my favorite was that lone book at the school library on "puberty" and the "C" volume of the family Britannica's with weird words like "coitus" and "clitoris"
Still remember that one, provocative moment when Jenneta Flowers casually gapped her legs in study hall granting that one brief flash of white
Driver's Ed and Driver's Training where we learned how to drive, at school
Teachers in cars, and actual driving lessons, during school hours
Driving simulators, complete with steering wheel, brake and gas pedals
Mr. Dominic's face when Renae backed the car up over the curb
Had a friend named Stevie, my senior year
Hung out, talked, but never had a clue
Happened to be home alone with him one Saturday afternoon because,
"You're old enough for us to watch yourselves, now," my parents had decreed
Nothing big, just a couple of guys hanging out but…
One thing led to another and, before I knew it, we were in my room
Poster of Joe Namath on the wall, Buzz Aldrin and a model of the Saturn five Rocket, too
Boys, being boys, the irony of it all almost incomprehensible
Started out slow, a touch here, a returned caress there
All the while we're trying to play it off, we're just "hangin' out"
That first kiss, God, I still can't believe it happened!
Clothes flying faster than a washer on spin mode
One minute I'm on top of him, the next, he's on top of me
Tossing turning, romping naked on the bed
Thank God, it's the decade of free love!
Deep passionate kisses, my mind in a whirl
Hand moving farther down till it was on his bubble butt
Fingers gingerly slipping to part his luscious peach halves
Stroking his tender bud with my long middle finger
My quivering finger, deftly sinking home
Damn, I didn't know Stevie swung like that
A subtle awareness creeping somewhere behind my conscience
His ass wiggling to accommodate my probing digit
Finally grasping I hastily surmised, Hurry up and get the Vaseline from under your bed
Heart up in my throat as I lubed my throbbing tower up
Turn him to the side?
No on his stomach
Spreading his legs wide, I maneuvered between them
He said nothing, his face buried in my pillow
Naïve (and horny enough to kill) I sunk my length in, clean to my balls
Muffled cries and an unexpected scuffle
Shit, he must be having second thoughts
One sensuous stroke and homey just melted beneath me
That thought eternal ringing, God damn, I fucking… fucking my first piece of ass!
His tight hole like tiny fingers, massaging my plunging cock
Head thrown back in pure ecstasy, certain I'd shoot before I hit bottom
My twin bed creaking, forever changing the significance of that sound
Sweat running down the small of my back
Small slapping sounds as my groin pounds his ass
Urgent desire to glimpse the union between us
The marvel of my dick, sliding in his ass, extraordinary
His asshole gripping as I slowly pull back,
Tiny whimpers against the pillow, his hot slot snatching at every inch
Oh God, a sensation starting from my toes, creeping up my spine
Grunts, moans, groans and cries
Ummph! Locked at his ass and praying it'll never end
Pelvis popping, my dick sinking deeper
Excited yelp against the pillow
Dick like it's melting, every inch, from the shaft to the fiery head, ablaze
Dick gripped in the throes of intoxicating vibrations
Flashes, like lightening bolts, going off behind my eyes
One last thrust, his body trembling now
Cum traveling from so far up my balls, it almost hurt
Squirming, writhing, holding on for dear life
Time suspended, while that first salvo finds its way out
Gasps, pants, whoops, squirts, release sublime
Once that first volley was freed, the rest seemed endless
Each firing up from my toes
Electric, erotic, hysterical, the supply ceaseless
Emptying, suctioned, siphoned, god damn it's never going to stop!
Then finally descending, damn, what's he sayin'?
"Fuck me, Fuck me!" a freak is born
Rubbed my dick raw till one day Ronald told me he used lotion
Stripping naked and walking around the house hard
That hallway mirror and how my body was the biggest turn-on
Dilemma over my sexual orientation
I'm not gay, everybody does this
Never did anything else with Randy
Adrian grew out of it
But Stevie loved to fuck
Was a time when Detroit was home to the big 3
You bought American
Ford, Chrysler and GMC
Cross country trips in the family car, on a quest to visit distant relatives
Scorching days in the New Mexico desert, when air condition was considered a luxury
Ice cooler in the back seat, ice melting
Shasta cola's just cold enough to stave off the stifling heat
A soda surprisingly procured from father at a roadside gas station
While the thermometer calmly proclaims, today's high was a mere 113 degrees
Gas 25 cents/gal
Full Service stations
"Check your oil?"
Custom made Vans and gas guzzlers
453 horsepower, power steering, power windows
Mood rings….
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