Howdy, cowboys and cowgirls--
I thought I might give a little momentum to our beloved raunchy thread by recounting a story of my vanished youth, in which I came
so close to having a first tent scene in my own life. It's a fun memory for me, certainly, and maybe it'll be fun for some others in reading it.
For about a year, beginning when I was fourteen and ending when I was fifteen, I lived with my aunt (father's sister), her husband, and their three sons (the youngest about a year and a half older than me). By this time in my life, I was well aware of my physical attraction to males, though I didn't dare be open about it, and publicly announced an attraction to females and occasional crushes on them (not wholly insincere). In fact, I actually enjoyed engaging in "guy talk" with my cousins and their friends, taking a lot of satisfaction in feeling like I was fitting in with my peers, even though I knew that so much of what I was contributing was false to my inner convictions.
Anyhow, one of my cousins' friends was a guy named Ernie, a rather sweet, mild-mannered fellow who nonetheless had a good sense of fun and had a way of putting one at ease in his presence. He was about the same age as Jeff, my youngest cousin. Another interesting memory I have is watching Jeff and Ernie wrestle on Jeff's bedroom floor, but that's another story...
My cousins' friends would sometimes sleep over, and one weekend night, well after I had retired and was dozing off, Jeff opened the door to my room, and said, "Scott, Ernie's spending the night, and he's going to be in here with you." I stammered along the lines of "Uh...okay...". The only problem here was that, unbeknownst to my night visitors, I had removed all my clothing, including my underwear, and was daringly sleeping in the buff under the covers. I couldn't bring myself to admit my embarrassed state, and lay frozen as Ernie dragged his tired self onto the bed and underneath the blanket (it was a pretty late hour).
I lay there for what seemed like hours on end, waiting for Ernie to fall asleep (and how would I know? from snoring?) before I could grab my chance to snatch some shorts from beside the bed and hide my state of nature. All the while, here was this cute boy lying right beside my naked self, both of us mere inches from the other and enwrapped by the same covers. All the scenarios to my febrile masturbatory fantasies seemed to have become a living reality in this one moment, just waiting for one move to initiate the experience for which I still yearned. Could I do it? Could I take that risk? And what would the risk entail? And would it backfire so terribly, terribly wrong?
I didn't take Jack's route that night. I waited in the still darkness until I had a sense that Ernie was sleeping, before gingerly reaching out for some shorts on the floor, which I ever so quietly slid on while taking care not to disturb the figure beside me. And breathing a sigh of the better-safe-than-sorry variety, I drifted off into unconsciousness.
Some days thereafter, I approached my cousin Jeff, and told him that I had a funny story to share. I said, "You know, the other night, when Ernie slept over, and you put him in there with me? Well, you couldn't have known, but I was naked in bed that night...and I hope Ernie didn't know!" Jeff got a good laugh at that, and said he would have to ask Ernie about it, to see if he
had noticed anything amiss. I don't know whatever became of that, but I did laugh along with him, sincerely, but also with a hidden regret for what might have been, for what I wanted to have been. But it was a night, quiet though it was, to remember, and it provided fodder for erotic fantasy for a long time to come.
Scott
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