Saturday, August 20, 2005

The Story of Loosing My Virginity

The Date: It was 1968, I think it was July, but maybe August, but do you really care?
The Age: 19 years old
The Place: Good Old’ Columbia South Carolina
The Reason for Being in That Shit Hole: I was in the US Army learning to be an Infantryman. Yep, I was drafted in May of that year, destined to be just another poor grunt to get shot in Vietnam, or in my case blown up. But that’s another story.


Basic training at Fort Jackson was very restrictive, but once that was over, we were all sent to AIT (Advanced Individual Training) to learn the job we would do for the next two years. I was selected to be a sacrificial lamb and train as a grunt, i.e., infantryman, so I didn’t leave Fort Jackson. I was just sent to another part of the base.

While I was in AIT, most weekends I was off and pretty much free to do what I wanted. I usually choose to spend my weekends in downtown Columbia, South Carolina, if I had any money.

When we went into Columbia, I always checked into the same crappy hotel, because it was the cheapest. I drank beer in the cheapest bars and occasionally ate somewhere, also cheap. That was pretty much all I ever did until the night I lost my virginity.

I was in Columbia that weekend, drinking and occasionally eating, like I always did, and was with one of my friends, I’ve long ago forgotten his name, but that’s not important. We just left one of the seedy bars we always frequented, and were on our way back to the hotel, when my friend spotted two girls. One was pretty good looking with a nice body, and one a little not so nice looking, and on the heavy side. I’ll give you one guess, which one I eventually wound up with.

My friend walks over to the girls, talks to them for a half a minute and then comes back over to me. He tells me he wants to hook up with these ladies, but it will cost us each $15.

Let me tell you, I don’t want to do this, no fucking way. I’d only had two girlfriends in my entire life up to that point, and I’d never even got past touching one of the girl’s boobs, over her clothes. Now he is crazy if he thinks I am going to jump ahead to actual fucking. Not on his ever loving life. The thought of fucking one of those girls scared the shit out of me. I couldn’t believe that he actually wanted me, a virgin’s virgin, to actually screw some strange girl he saw on the street. I had to make up an excuse to get out of this.

“I don’t have enough money, I only have $3.00.”
“That’s okay, I have money. Let me see how much I have.”
“Okay. I got $21.00.”
“That’s not enough,” relieved that we were short the cash.
“But with your $3.00, and my $21, that makes $24.00. Let’s see if they’ll take it. I’ll loan you the difference.”
“I’m not going to owe you money for this. Let’s just get out of here.”
“Okay, I’ll give you the money. You won’t owe me.”
“Let’s leave and go get some more beers.”
“What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever had sex before?”
“Sure I have, plenty of times.”
“So then, what’s the problem?”

Son-of-a-bitch, he played the “Virgin” card on me. Damn, I couldn’t tell him I was a virgin, now could I?

“No problem, see if they’ll take it.” I say.

I prayed they turned him down, but just my luck, they agreed to the price. We walked back to their place. It wasn’t that far, just a short walk outside of town. We get to their place, a house with a porch and no front door, no shit, no front door. We walk in and one of the girls walks up to this guy and talks to him. The other girl walks over to bathroom and sits down to pee. No door on that room either. I remember thinking I can’t believe she is peeing right in front of everyone.

Well, she gets done peeing and all four of us walk into this room. It has one bed. My friend and his girl get on the bed, take off their clothes and start fucking. There is no room for the four of us on the bed, so the girl I’m with lays down on the floor fully clothed and lifts her skirt. She refuses to take off her clothes.

I look down and "it" is right there, staring me in the face. The biggest, hairiest muff I'd ever seen. Not that I'd seen any muffs up to that point, but now that I've seen a few in my days, it really was the biggest and hairiest I was ever going to see. I drop my pants, get down on the floor between her legs, and for some unknown reason, I’m thinking a miracle at that point, I find my way to home base, first shot. I start doing my thing. Then as soon as I started, I cum, but I don’t loose a stroke. I just keep going and going, you know, like the Energizer Bunny, just like nothing happened.

I didn’t pay $12.00 for this shit to end in a minute-30, so I’m getting my money’s worth out of this. I figure I’ll just going to keep going until she makes me stop. No sooner as that thought crossed my mind, she says,

“You done yet?”
“No, not yet.”
“Hurry up.”

I don’t say a word and just keep fucking. Next thing I know, there’s a knock on the door. She pushes me off and says times up. My friend’s girl pushes him off, and jumps off the bed and gets dressed. I pull up my pants and my friend gets dressed complaining about how fast that was, the whole time. The door opens and this guy says, “Times up. Now you two get out of here.” My friend shuts up. This whole adventure couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes, tops.

We go out into the hall and run into two guys we were in AIT with. They tell us things don’t look good, and we better get out of here quick, before we get our asses kicked. Now I have no idea what is going on, but being a white guy, in a black neighborhood, in the deep south in 1968, and being told things don’t look good, sets me running out the front door as fast as I could. The four of us took off together. We stuck to the back yards, hopping fences and hiding in bushes all the way back into town. I never looked backed.

Well, nobody followed us and we made it back to our hotel rooms in one piece. We were all safe and sound in those sleazy hotels in downtown Columbia South Carolina. The next morning I woke up alive, and caught the bus back to the base ready for my next adventure in Good Old'’ Columbia South Carolina.

The End

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Thursday, August 18, 2005

WARNING NUDITY!!!


This is my second Half-Nekkid Thursday post. I hope it doesn’t offend anyone.

This is a picture of me on the back of my boat, the BTEXPRESS (see picture at the top of my blog). I don’t remember exactly why I was mooning my sister-in-law that night, because I was probably drunk.

You do know that boaters, real boaters, have to tie their boat to a dock somewhere, and get drunk daily, to maintain their certification as a boater, right?

Monday, August 15, 2005

Don't you just hate it...

...when you go into the bathroom you hardly ever use, and haven't been in for at least a week, and see the water dripping fairly fast, and when you turn it off, realize it's the darn hot water that's been dripping for who knows how long?

COME ON PEOPLE!!!! HOT WATER TAKES PROPANE TO MAKE IT HOT, AND F**KING PROPANE IS MORE EXPENSIVE THAN F**KING GASOLINE RIGHT NOW!!!! WAKE THE FUCK UP, AND SHUT THE F**KING FAUCET OFF ALL THE WAY, WHEN YOU ARE DONE WASHING UP!!!! F**KING MONEY DOESN'T GROW ON F**KING TREES!!!!

Thank you,
The One Who Pays the f**cking bills

PS
I feel so much better now, thanks for listening.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Brian had a car accident…

…a little while ago at 1:30. Nobody got hurt and, this time, it wasn’t his fault.

He left for work about 1:00, stopped for something to eat and came right back home because he forgot the charger for his cell phone. A few minutes after he left, I get a phone call from him telling me he got in an accident, and where he was. Before I could ask him any questions, his phone went dead.

No what do I do? I can’t leave Barbara alone, so I can’t go rushing up to support him, so I try calling to get someone to stay with her. I call a few people before my next door neighbor gets out of the pool and comes over.

So I leave to drive up to the accident. I make the left, and could see the ¼ mile up the road, a lot of vehicles and flashing lights. I get closer and see the road is blocked off by cop cars, another cop car on the side of the road, two fire trucks and two ambulances. Now I get scared. WTF is all this equipment there? Did he get hurt? Did anyone get hurt? Are the cars on fire? OMFG, what is going on???!!!!

I park my car on the side of the road and begin searching the crowd, yes crowd, and finally see him. There must have been 50 people milling about. It looked like the whole neighborhood came out to see what happened. I get to him and he’s fine. He was going slowly, so the damage to the cars wasn’t that bad.

I help him take care of the technical stuff and then I go one way, and he goes another to call work to tell them what happened. My phone was charged.

The cops are directing traffic and firemen are putting stuff on the antifreeze that leaked out all over the road and sweep up the mess. Then they pull the cars off the road because there is quite a bit of traffic in the immediate area. We live down by the water, and the side road there, is the way everyone goes the get the ferries to Fire Island.

I walk over to the side of the road to get out of the way, lean against a fence and then I realized how proud he’s made me and how well he is handling the whole thing. I see that he at least learn a few things from his mother and me.

One is that he knows how to keep his priorities straight in times of hardship and stress, take care of business, and get the situation under control. Which he did very well.

The second is try to stay calm so you can think straight, and be better able to deal with what is at hand and the aftermath. You know what I mean? Tow trucks, police reports and insurance companies. He also did that very well too.

Then the third, during all this mess, never miss an opportunity. Let me explain that one.

The cops and fireman are all milling around, I’m watching all this going on and loose track of Brian. I walk over to the side of the road to get out of the way and lean up against a fence and the woman that lives there, walks over and starts a conversation with me, just small talk. We’re chatting and I look around for Brian and see him talking to a very attractive young woman, and he’s drinking a soda. I think, maybe she brought him a nice cold soda, because I’m sure he could use it.

She looked to be a little older than he is, he’s 23. I can see, not that I looked but just for a second, I swear, she’s got a nice tan (we do live down by the water) and she’s wearing one of those belly shirts, and very short shorts. I can see he's smiling, and all of a sudden doesn’t look sad anymore. In fact, he looks very happy. I see him laughing a little and so is she.

Then it dawns on me that we are both having conversations with strange women, and at a very trying time. Typical of me, the flirt that I am, but I didn’t know it was like him. I just smiled.

Now don’t get the wrong idea, we didn’t go out scouting for woman to hit on, they found us. And you all know as well as I do that in times like this, friendship is important for people, isn’t it. People need to be comforted, and it doesn’t hurt that it’s by lovely ladies, now does it?

You never know, the ladies could have been nurses, or social workers or something, and know that when people are stressed out, comforting is medicinal, right? They know how to calm people down, and take their mind off of their troubles, if only for a moment.

Brian instinctively knew, like I do, that one should accept compassion when it is offered, and that one will feel a whole lot better for it. I know I did, and I could tell he did too, if only for a moment.

Beside, one must always think of others feeling no matter what is happening to themselves. When someone offers one a shoulder to lean on, one must accept the offer. One doesn't want to make him or her, in this case her, feel bad and ignore his or her, in this case her, offer of comfort, now does one?

Yep, a chip off the old block. He makes me proud. ;-)

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Brazilian Wax

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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

My 1st Half-Nekkid Thursday

I wanted to start off with something a little less risque so as not to excite y'all too much.


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