One thing you have to know about David and his whole family for that matter. He had absolutely no inhibitions. As his playmate for the many years leading up to the summer this took place, I spent almost everyday with him. I had to watch him closely as he would do anything, some of which could have landed us both in hot water. If he saw something he liked in a store, he would just put it in his pocket or under his shirt. I wouldn’t know about it until we would be on our way home. Then he would pull it out and show it to me saying “Look at what I got.” I think I finally got him to understand after several such incidences how much trouble we could have been in if he had gotten caught.
Nudity and open discussions of bodily functions were common in David's family. His story about doing “it” in front of his sister didn’t surprise me at all. This is the boy that used to come running out of the house stark naked, run over to the swing set and slide down the slippery slide on his bare butt. Ouch! Meanwhile his mother was at the door yelling for him to get his "naked ass" back into the house. This is the boy that in the summertime would play under a blanket on the front lawn with his brother Mike, take off his shorts, jump out naked and run around the front yard yelling, “NEKID”.
If he had to pee he would just pull it out and pee anywhere, anytime, well, almost. And his sister would pretty much do the same thing. One time we were playing in my back yard and she had to go. She said, “I gotta pee.” I thought she meant she was going over to her house and use the bathroom. Nope. She just pulled down her shorts and went.
I remember how embarrassed I was one time when I went over to their house one Saturday morning. I rarely went in their house because it really wasn’t a friendly place. He and his sister were still in their abbreviated underwear from the previous night which apparently they had slept in. While I was talking to them in their living room they both just stripped naked and put on clean clothes. Those kids were the only exposure I had to naked bodies before the day that Paul showed David and I his new trick. I wish my parents had been more open about nudity and sex but I sure wouldn't have traded home situations.
About Me
- Adon
- New England, United States
- Having been unable to break my silence about being gay or bisexual due to living in a conservative New England community, and being an active Mormon as well as being married to a wonderful woman, I will try to do so here. This is the story of parts my life, beginning when I was a young teenage boy. I have learned that being gay or bisexual can, in ways, be a lonely life. I was not actually alone, but many times it felt like I was. As a boy, I thrilled at the discoveries that I had made about my body and my physical and emotional attractions. I despaired when I realized I couldn't tell anyone. There were times when things didn't end well. There were some sad and traumatic experiences. But, there were also many joyful and wonderful life experiences that I wouldn’t have had if I had given in to discouragement along the way. I believe there is joy in living even with the challenges along the way. Be aware that I have been honest and to some degree explicit in my boyish descriptions of my budding sexual awareness. What I have written is what I felt, thought and experienced at the time. These particular posts are marked with a double star **.
2 comments:
damn thats a very very open household but some are like that i know the lady my m,om cares for at work her house is like that and its a bit akward Love<~Peter~>
I was scared of kids like that when I was young, but, also, strangely attracted to them, in a way... I guess the tremendous difference in our upbringings made them (well, there were really only 2 that I can think of, off hand...) seem exotic and dangerous.
I really didn't like spending any time in contact with their parents... I found them spooky, and confusing... in fact, one of them was outright off-putting... Even at an early age, I understood when someone was looking at me, in a sexually suggestive way, and, it happened far too often for my comfort... To this day, I don't know why I felt 'stalked' by so many guys, especially, but, it was very disconcerting to be at someone's house and get 'patted' in the wrong place, or, to be riding my bike, and, see the same cars, day after day, turning around to get a better look...sigh... I wonder if those guys would have done that, if they knew the terror that I lived with, after one of those incidents.
Hey... sorry about the digression, Adon... your description of that family brought it to mind... Most of my childhood was very happy... luv, tman<3
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