TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Louis's Tale
I was sixteen and a pretty normal guy, except for being gay. It was 1990, and being a homo wasn't cool or even acceptable. Well, maybe in the big cities, but not in the small town where I lived south of Louisville, Kentucky. It was sort of a suburb of Louisville, just a few farm fields down the interstate from Louisville. There wasn't much there then, but not it's grown quite a bit. But back then there wasn't much there but some small factories and a lot of fast food places. I lived in a newer house near what passed for downtown in that small town. It was a nice house, and my folks made decent scratch, so I didn't go without things I needed or wanted. It was a nice neighborhood, too. Big, sort of new, and really nice. There was an actual man-made lake of sorts that sprawled all around the subdivision, and an actual pool as well. Good thing, because the lake was mostly stagnant and kind of murky.
Anyway, I had a pretty good life growing up. Friends enough to keep me busy, too. I wasn't exactly popular, but I wasn't a loner. I was just gay, but no one knew that. I hid it really well, of course. It got harder and harder to hideit. I was sure someone was going to figure me out. It was so hard not to stare at hot guys, especially at the Mallard Lake Pool. Geeze, the house I spent ogling guys at the pool! At least all that time there got me good and tanned and really fit.
By the time I was fourteen and in high school, I knew I was a fag. There was just no doubting it. I knew there was no way I could tell my friends. It was too risky that I'd lose most if not all of them, and there was always the risk that one or more would tell others. I even thought about telling my parents when I was around fifteen. I doubted they would throw me out of the house, though I was sure they'd make my life hard. Probably find some cure-the-gay-away preacher or summer camp or something to send me to. I doubted they'd hate me. They were pretty good parents and pretty good folks. There just wasn't anyone I could confide in. I was so alone!
When I was sixteen, my folks got me a 1984 Grand Prix, silvery-blue with a blue velour interior and a decent V6. I loved that car. I still have it, 125K miles and still rust free and solid. Anyway, I felt like a king of the walk in that car. But I needed to earn some bucks for gas and maintenance and insurance. Folks paid it at first, and told me to get a job, or else I'd be looking at the car a lot - as it sat in the driveway.
So, around town I went, putting in applications at places that hired sixteen year olds. Mostly food service places. I got a few calls, and a couple interviews, but took a job at a local pizza place working in the kitchen. It was a small mom-and-pop place that is long gone now. It used to be the most popular pizza shop in town before the big boys moved in and took over with their lower prices and huge advertising budgets. You know the kind of place - red-and-white checkered tablecloths on old wooden tables, a few bench seats along one wall, a lot of Italian decor, and the best pizza and baked mostacolli around.
So, I had a car, a job, and friends. I was doing great. Except I was so lonely. Friends are one thing, but having someone who knows you're gay and still likes you is entirely another. Let alone having someone to love.
The thirty-something son of the original owners, James, ran the place. Jimmy. He'd taken over when his folks were ready to retire. He didn't own it, just ran it for his folks. He ran it well, too. It was doing great. That kitchen was busy from open to close, every day, and weekends were madness incarnate. I was busting my ass trying to keep up, even after working there for months and knowing my shit to the tee. There were three guys and a woman who worked there before me, and they were all nice. I liked the job a lot.
The kitchen was kind of small, so we worked in close quarters. Two of us at a time. Three people would have been a confusing crowd in there. It was kind of hot, too. But a lot of fun. Especially when I worked with Todd. He was just out of high school and worked overtime every week. The guy who ran the place depended on him for a lot. He could do everything from bussing tables to counting cash drawers and entering figures in the books and doing inventory. He was the assistant manager in every way except name. He was pretty much there from just after lunch to close almost every day, nearly there as often as James.
He was great. Friendly, funny, smart, and hot. He was sort of on the skinny side, but not much. Curly blond hair that he kept short, bright-blond eyebrows, adorable blue eyes, curvy lips, great teeth, an oval face with an almost triangular jaw, and just a speckle of freckles. His body was slim and taught. He always wore black slacks and a white dress shirt under his white chest-to-knees apron. He was serious about work, but still fun and funny. And he had a 1969 Firebird! Wow, was that car hot! It was his dad's, and he'd gotten it last year after giving him two thousand for it. That was a lot for a used car back then, but cheap for that class of classic. He took extreme car of it!
And, well, he really turned me on. A lot. I was fantasizing about him almost from my first day. He trained me, along with Helen, who sort of the assistant manager during the days. I guess the fact that he didn't mind being in really close quarters at all sort of spurred on my lust. I mean, he had no problem standing side-by-side working on a pizza together, sides touching. He even scooted between me and the back counter, sliding his front along my backside. Woof! So I sort of did that too. It was really hot to slip between him and the back counter of the kitchen, my package brushing across his ass. Damn! It almost always gave me instant wood.
When anyone else had to slide between me and that back counter to get to the office or the back storage room, they would really suck up and squeeze by, no contact. Helen and James would wait until I was done with the pizza I was topping and was putting it into the ovens to squeeze by. So did everyone else, but not all the time. Not Todd.
So I began to wonder. You know? I was sixteen, sort of average brightness, so it took me a while. And I still wasn't positive or sure in any way. It was just a sudden thought one evening as I fixed up a pizza and Todd slid behind me, his package drafting right across both my cheeks. If he hadn't worn that big apron, I bet I could have felt... well, more detail. But we needed to wear those aprons, the job was fast paced and messy.
That tight squeeze was becoming my favorite part of the job!
And I was so into Todd. He was just so handsome. Sort of like Christopher Atkins in Blue Lagoon, just thinner and less muscles. Sure had that face and hair, though! And he was just so sweet. And nice. And funny. And bright. I often wondered why he was wasting his time in a small pizza shop. He could have gone to college or something. And I wondered why he didn't have a girlfriend or a wife. One night I worked up the guts and asked him. He said he liked working there, and living in that small town, and wasn't smart enough for college, and girls took up too much time and money and he didn't have much of either.
Then he asked me why I didn't have a girlfriend. He said I was a looker and had a great body, and that I should have girls all over me. I could have, I think. I mean, girls sure talked to me. Especially after I got that car. But I wasn't interested. Whenever a friend asked why I didn't ask out a girl now that I had a car, I said I didn't have the money to do anything and that I was too shy to ask out a girl anyway. Neither was a lie.
After a couple of months working there, Todd and I were becoming actual friends. He was twenty, had worked there since he was sixteen, and used to deliver in his old Mercury Capri. When he graduated high school, he agreed to work full time and sort of assistant manage nights and weekends. He loved classic cars and swimming. I did too! He liked slightly older music than I did, but we had a lot of common songs and groups we loved too. We weren't into books and we both preferred a good movie to any video games.
Damn, he was just so interesting and fascinating and wonderful! And so sexy!
We had tons of fun working together. We learned a lot about each other. I felt like I'd known him for years. I always looked forward to going to work when I was going to be in the kitchen with Todd.
James told everyone during a Sunday meeting that he was going to start taking weekends off, and that Helen would manage days and Todd would manage nights. That we would treat them like we treated him, and if Todd or Helen seemed to be getting bossy or out of control to let him know and he'd put them back in their place. He said he doubted they would, but he wanted us to know we weren't to take any guff or BS from them if they did get swelled heads.
So now on weekends it often me and Todd in the kitchen, someone up front, and someone else doing dishes and cleaning. I loved it!
Todd was a bright spot in my life. He seemed interested in my life, and asked questions about me and what I did during my time off, and seemed to want to know more about me and be really good friends. I welcomed the attention and returned it and asked questions of my own. He was just fascinating. I loved the way he talked, and how he smiled, and his laugh was heartwarming. The close physical contact was loinwarming. I know loinwarming isn't a word, but why is heartwarming then? Deal with it. He warmed my loins. I can't tell you how many times I beat one off to thoughts of being with Todd.
Five months after starting there, a week after my sophomore year ended, Todd and I were working the Saturday night to close shift. Busy as hell! We hardly had time to breathe or take a break for hours. But it was great fun with Todd. We joked and laughed and turned out those pizzas and subs and garlic bread and baked pasta dishes like lightning. And we made them good, too. We took pride in turning out really top-notch grub.
So as it slowed down after midnight, and got close to closing time, Todd was slipping behind me, and this time he paused there, his package pressed up against my ass. He asked over my shoulder, "You interested in coming over to my place after we close?"
I was already shaking, what with him actually stopped behind me, pressed against me like that. I could almost believe I felt a point of hardness pressing in between my cheeks. Almost. But I was sure it was just my imagination.
Then he put his hands on my hips! Right on my sides at my waistline, and then he slid them up and behind the sides of my apron, over my shirt, and across to meet at my navel!
I think I jumped!
"I got Total Recall and Tremors, if you wanna watch 'em. Or we can just... " here he moved his hands around my stomach in a soft circle, "... talk and stuff."
I couldn't speak! It was like I was paralyzed! I wanted to turn around and kiss him hard and grope his groin and then push him onto the counter behind him, rip our clothes off, and ride his big, hard cock until we both came all over the kitchen walls!
"If you say stop it, I'll take my hands back and we can forget it."
NO!
"Or you can say, sure, and I'll move my hands down a bit and see how interested you really are."
I felt myself shaking now! From chest to legs! Shivering and quaking!
Somehow, I managed to force out, "Sure," in a weak whisper.
Then I actually squeaked as his hands moved slowly down until one cupped my groin and began exploring it. I know I began panting! I remember that so well! It was like I'd just done a dozen laps in the pool! And my blood was rapidly being deployed away from my heart and lungs. And my brain.
"Stop it! What it someone sees!"
It was barely possible to see into that part of the kitchen from the dining area, but Trish, Brent, or Jerry could come around the corner of the kitchen at any moment!
Trish is working on the dining room, Brent is starting on the close dishes, and Jerry is cleaning the bathrooms," he whispered. "And the dining room is empty."
"But..."
Oh, God! His hand was making me so hard! And my entire body was quivering!
"Damn, Lou, this feels like quite a nice piece of equipment," he whispered as he felt my erection throbbing upward inside the tight material of my jeans.
He sort of scratched a fingernail across the head, and through the material it felt like an electric charge!
Now I did jump! At least six inches into the air! I grabbed his forearms through my apron and pulled them upward.
"Stop!"
"Okay. Don't freak out or anything, I just couldn't help myself. You're so hot," he said as he stepped to the side and turned to face me. "So, you wanna come over, or not?" he asked, grinning that grin of his.
I felt myself smile hugely, out of my control, and nodded. I couldn't face him and turned to finish cleaning up the pizza assembly countertop.
"Great," he almost laughed. God, such a cute grin! "Let's get things done quick so we can get out of here. You have to call your folks and let them know you'll be late?"
"No. They'll be sound asleep already," I replied.
"So you can sneak in anytime?"
"Sort of. Dad'll get up to use the john sooner or later, and probably check to see if my car is in the driveway."
"Cool. Then you can just stay long enough to talk a bit."
"Um, yeah."
Talk a bit? What about...
"Or," he added, grinning that grin again, "whatever."
I laughed along with him!
This was too unreal! Too good to be true!
Damn, was my dick hard! It was throbbing up against my underwear and jeans, almost painfully held down against the surging blood pressure.
I couldn't believe this was happening!
I kept glancing over at him as we cleaned up, and he kept grinning that grin, and even winked!
"Don't get too far ahead. Make sure the others leave before we do. Okay?"
"Okay."
After the doors were locked and the place was cleaned up, Todd said he was going to stay late and finish entering some numbers, and I still had some stuff to put away and some things to get out for tomorrow. The others left, and Todd locked the doors behind them, and then helped me finish off what I'd left undone so it looked like I needed to stay.
I was so nervous! I thought about bolting and running for my car and heading home. Why? I almost had to force myself to stay! I was sweating like the A/C was broken and it was noon.
"I got an idea," he said as we finished up.
"What's that?" I asked, feeling even more nervous and even more scared.
"It'll take a few minutes to get to my place. Why don't we just sit down in the office and have our talk?"
Talk? Really? Was that all he was hinting at, for real?
I couldn't think of any reason we couldn't talk in the office - hell, I couldn't think at all! - so I nodded and said, "Um, okay, sure."
Once we were in the little office in the very back, he closed the door and sat down at the desk chair. I sat down on the other chair, the old desk chair, and wondered what the hell was going on.
He faced me, leaned forward, and grabbed the arms of my chair, then pulled it toward him, its wheels squealing. When my knees were against the front of his chair, his knees wide, his hands slid off the chair arms and onto mine.
He stared right at me, forcing me to meet those adorable blue eyes of his. His hot, cute grin was spread wide on his face as he asked, "You know I like you, right?"
I nodded.
"I mean, you know I really like you, right?"
I swallowed, getting the gist. I felt my face go hot and my heart begin to hammer.
I nodded.
"Lou, do you like me? Like, that, way, too?"
Oh, God do I! I think I love you!
I thought that, but I couldn't talk, so I barely managed to nod once. Damn it, did my face feel so hot! It was going to burst into flames! If my heart didn't explode first! The erection was gone - I was way to nervous and scared for it.
His hands slid up my arms to my biceps, then up to my shoulders, then they slid up the sides of my neck, onto my face, and held my cheeks as he smiled at me and said, "I want to kiss you so bad. Is that okay with you?"
I felt my heart beat so hard that my ribs moved!
This was so... INCREDIBLE!
I nodded. I think. I'm not sure even to this day. But he did smile even wider, got up a bit out of the chair, and leaned over me. He seemed to tower over me! Then he leaned downward. I closed my eyes, because I was sure you were supposed to. Then I felt his warm, soft, wonderful lips on mine.
OH
MY
GOD
Everything was in overdrive! Heart hammering, lungs aching for air already, hands almost crushing the arms of the office chair I was sitting in, my legs wanting to kick as if they needed to keep me afloat, and my erection exploded back into existence with a flourish!
His kisses were so slow and soft and warm. His lips moved on mine, then tugged or sucked on my lower lip a bit, and then they opened a bit and seemingly massaged both of mine.
His breath smelled like the peppermint star candies in the glass bowl by the register.
When he finally backed off and let me breathe, I was breathless! My lungs ached and my heart raced and most of my muscles quivered. My erection was trying to crawl out of my pants!
I opened my eyes and saw his blue ones looking right into mine. His smile was different now, softer but somehow even more potent.
He squatted in front of me, still holding my cheeks in both of his hands, his face just a few inches lower than mine, and said, "You okay with this?"
I nodded immediately and quickly.
"You're the hottest guy to work here since I've been here, Lou."
Oh, wow.
I felt a grin spread across my face.
Next he said, "I'm so lucky you're gay too, on top of being so hot."
Oh, wow!
"Are you gay? Or are you just letting me do this to see what it's like?" he asked, stroking my face softly.
"No! I'm..."
I couldn't say it!
I realized I sounded like I was denying being gay!
"I'm... I'm..." I stammered, trying to make myself say it!
"It's hard to say, isn't it," he didn't ask.
I nodded hard.
"It took me years to tell my folks. I finally got around to it just a few months ago. Right before you started, in fact. Almost like it was fate."
Wow!
"What'd they say?"
"They freaked out. I'd just gotten my own place, so they couldn't throw me out. I think they would, maybe. Maybe not. Glad I didn't have to find out."
Wow.
So, he is gay! Cool! This is so awesome!
I hated that word, awesome. It was so overused in 1990, but right then there just wasn't another word that fit so well.
"Do your parents know?"
"No!" I almost yelled. "I mean, no way."
"Think they'd throw you out?"
I had thought about that, and doubted it. I shook my head and said, "No, but I know they'd try to cure me or something."
"Yeah. So don't tell them until you're ready. Don't worry about it. You don't act faggy, so no one is going to figure you out. You're safe. Okay?"
"You did!" I replied, worried.
"Because we worked together so close, and talked a lot, and, well, squeezed by each other so much," he finished with a laugh.
He had a point there!
"Don't worry, you're safe, okay?" he said again, then leaned up and forward and kissed me again.
WOW!
My erection had faded a bit while we'd had those last words, but now it throbbed right back up to full mast again. All my systems reacted with maximum effort. Overload again!
It was awesome!
When he backed away again, we grinned at each other for a few seconds. It was strangely not awkward at all. It was strangely comfortable. I guess it felt that way because we knew so much about each other now.
He smiled so nicely at me and said, "How about you come over Tuesday? We both have it off, and we can watch those movies or just talk."
I nodded hard and fast.
"And maybe we could, well, you know, see what we could get up to," he added, actually blushing.
I don't think I'd ever seen him blush before. I sure noticed it right then. It seemed to make him even more human and wonderful, not to mention even more handsome!
I nodded even harder and faster!
"Have you ever? Before? With anyone?" he asked.
I felt my face go hot again, and eventually shook my head briefly. I asked, "You?"
He smiled, blushed a bit more, then said, "Once. Well, more than once, but I mean, with this one guy, is all."
"Yeah? Who?"
"No one you'd know. He went off to college. It was just messing around, really. He's all straight as a razor blade. We just messed around a few times when we were fourteen."
"Dang! Lucky!" I said quickly.
"I was!" he agreed. "At least it proved I was gay, for sure. I loved doing it with him."
"What did you guys do?"
He slid his hands down to my forearms and sat in his chair. "The first time we jacked off to this magazine. Hustler. We did that a few times. Then, I got the guts to ask him if he wanted to jerk each other for a change. He agreed, so we did. It was great! Way better than jacking ourselves off. So we did that from then on. Then, just before we turned fifteen, we got high for the first time, and found out how great jerking off high was. We got even higher when we did it again the next time, and I actually asked him if he wanted to try blow-jobs. He almost stopped and told me no way. I saw it in his face. But he went for it. So he sat back and I sucked him off. I loved it, man! But once he'd cum, he didn't want to do it to me back. Naturally. And after that, he'd get high, and we'd jack each other off, but he didn't want another blow-job. He said it was too gay. Not long after that he didn't want to even jack off together anymore, let alone jack each other off. So by the time we were both fifteen, we weren't doing anything anymore."
"Oh. So you never got a... you know... a blow-job?"
"Nope."
I was ready to change that! Right then and there! I slid off my chair and got on my knees between his legs and reached to move his apron out of the way.
He grabbed both of my hands and held them as he said, "No way. Not here. Maybe Tuesday. Okay?"
I was so let down! But I understood. We were in the office at the pizza shop! What was I thinking?
I was horny and sitting with the first gay guy I'd ever met and we'd kissed and shared.
I sat back in the chair, feeling like a slut and an idiot.
"Come over Tuesday about noon? I hate getting up in the mornings," he asked.
"Sure!"
I was already looking forward to it!
"We really don't have to do anything if you don't want," he said.
I felt like telling him we were going to be doing not only anything, but everything, if I had any say in the matter.
All I actually said was, "I think I'll sure want to."
He smiled widely again and said, "Great. I've been thinking about doing it with you for months."
"Me too!" I barked.
He got up and leaned over and down again and we kissed for a long time! This time he pulled me up out of the chair and stood, kissing, and we added roaming hands. Oh, God! My hands felt every inch I could reach on his body. His chest was smooth, his stomach was flat, his ass was round, his thighs were firm, and his package felt amazing! Those slacks of his were thin and flexible, so much so that I could tell he was wearing cotton boxers. I could feel the length of his cock through them. It was trying to point upward but there wasn't enough room, so it was pressing hard against his underwear and his slacks. It felt long and lean and incredibly hard. If it was less than seven inches then I only had four inches. And I had more than four inches. I was almost exactly six. Right then it felt like I had ten throbbing inches trapped in my pants, though. And his balls felt big and heavy.
With all that sensory input, I was overloaded, so the added intense pleasure of his hands roaming all over my body - rubbing my sides, my chest, my ass, and especially exploring and massaging my aching cock and balls - was all so extreme that I came. Embarrassing to admit, but I'm here to tell my true first time story.
I was exploring his entire body with both hands, he was exploring mine with both hands, and it was just wonderful! Having someone fondling and cupping and gently squeezing my hard-on and balls through my jeans and underwear for the first time was hypnotic. The thrills and chills racing through me had me paralyzed with pleasure. The feeling of being groped down there was so good, so powerful, that it led me orgasm so quickly that I didn't know it was happening until it was happening.
With a sudden rush of heat and pressure and pleasure, my balls tugged, my cock swelled, and I began pumping cum in heavy waves that tingled and pulsed. I grabbed his body in my arms and held on as I silently evacuated both of my balls into my underwear. I was powerless to stop it, or speak, or do anything but hold on. And it went on and on! I'd never cum for so long before! And it felt like I'd never cum so much before either. Pulsing wave after pulsing wave, it just kept going on.
When the waves diminished, and I was able to breathe, the first thing I said was, "Sorry!" through my breathlessness.
He laughed softly, then said, "It's a compliment as far as I'm concerned!"
He kissed me again.
I was exhausted! I could barely stand up. I was shaking again.
"You better go clean up in the washroom before it soaks through your jeans," he laughed.
I agreed! But I hated leaving his arms, or his lips. But I knew that what I'd shot was surely going to soak through my jeans. Reluctantly, I went to the bathroom and dropped my jeans and found the front of my tidy-whities soaked with cum. My pubes, too. I'd blown a major wad. My dick was almost sore, strangely. My balls tingled. It was almost torture to wash my over-sensitive dick clean. Even my ball sack was wet and sticky. When I finally got my groin clean, I tossed the underwear into the trash can and threw a lot of paper towel in after them. I pulled my jeans on and checked myself out in the mirror.
I really wasn't a bad looking guy, I thought, maybe for the first time.
Todd was waiting in the dining area with a great smile. He said, "So, see you tomorrow."
"Yeah."
We had the kitchen shift together again. It was going to be both awkward and awesome, I thought.
I wished we'd hugged or kissed some more, but we didn't, we just walked outside, he locked the doors, and we waved shortly as we headed to our cars.
I hardly felt the seat of my car as I drove home. It was like I was floating.
I knew another gay guy!
And he was so cute, and so hot.
And he knew I was gay, too.
And we'd kissed, and made out, and I'd... well, it was the first time I'd ever gone that far with someone.
I wondered if he'd jerked it off while I was in the bathroom. Or if he was going to when he got home.
Boy, when I got home, I sure did! I thought of him at his place, doing it too at the same time, and I got off like crazy! I sort of surprised I was even horny so soon, or that I could get a boner so soon, but neither was any trouble at all. It felt like I shot even more than I had in the office, but it was actually a pretty small load, just a very intense one. You know how those second-one-so-soon are.
I slept like a rock.
I was a bit flustered Sunday morning, what with being around my folks and a couple of friends after what had happened last night, but it wasn't all that bad.
And then to work.
It was as embarrassing and awkward as I'd feared. I tried not to feel so weird about it, but there was nothing I could do.
Todd looked so great! His hair, his face, his smiles, his laughs, all seemed even more special and wonderful than ever.
Yet I felt so... exposed? Scared. Worried.
But, as the time the after-church rush hit, I was too busy to think about that. For a couple hours, it was no trouble. Todd and I whipped out perfect pizzas and subs and everything else as fast as anyone possibly could. The few times one of us squeezed by the other were slower and less 'squeezed' than ever, and more enjoyable, even though they reminded me how weird it all was too.
At close, I was nervous and scared and worried. Todd seemed to know and kept me laughing and occupied. Once we were alone again, his first words were, "You seemed weirded out tonight. You okay about... everything?"
I sighed, forced myself to meet his gaze, and said, "It's just... you know. We... in the office, right there, and there's everyone here... and it's just..."
His arms went around me and I threw mine around him. I could have cried if I let myself, but I forced myself to not be such a wussy and maintained. The hug was beyond nice, but it was awkward, too. I pulled away. He leaned in for a kiss, but I pulled back.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, looking concerned.
"Yes. I just need... some space. Time, too, maybe. I don't know."
"Do you still want to come over on Tuesday?"
"Yes!" I barked, so very sure of that.
This gave me a realization. I sighed deeply, then said, "I think we just need to cool it at work. I think I'm just not comfortable with it at work."
"I can understand that," he said softly. "I promise to keep it out of work."
"Thanks."
I really did feel better. Enough so that I leaned toward and up to him, and we had a nice long kissing session. And a hands-roaming session. Wow, did his body feel good! And it felt so good to have his hands all over my body.
But we were at work!
I pulled back and said, "Not here. Okay?"
"Okay."
And that was the last time we kissed at work. Let alone groped each up.
We talked a lot, I got his address and directions, and then we headed home.
I felt great! I didn't have to worry about it at work, one day and I would be at his house and then we could see where it all goes.
Monday was a decent day, but it was hard having to get through the day with my friends when all I could think about was Todd and his kisses and his body and...
But I made it.
I told my friends that I was going to see a cousin north of Louisville all day Tuesday.
I went to bed that night thinking and imagining what tomorrow would bring. I refused to beat one out. I kept my hands off it and kept it for tomorrow with Todd. I wanted full balls, in case.
Hell, I knew we were going to do it. I just didn't know exactly what we were going to do. Not that my imagination didn't try informing me. And the dreams I had that night! I don't remember them now, but I do remember how shocked I was at them when I woke up Tuesday morning! So much for having full balls!
I got up, cleaned up with a long and careful shower, put on extra deodorant, put on new tidy-whities and socks, a favorite shirt, and my best jeans, and topped it all off with cologne. I made sure my hair was as good as I could get it. I made sure I didn't have any zits or blackheads. I went over things in my head, giving me boners every few minutes. I was nervous and shaking.