It was everything...
I was really excited driving into the city today even if I was only going on four hours of sleep. The night before was everything I could've ever imagined. I had finally given myself to Martin in a way that I could've only dreamed of giving myself. As I squirmed in my seat I was constantly reminded that I had just been owned hours earlier.
Martin was perfect last night as far as I was concerned. We also made a break through and I finally understood how he had lost control the week before. Martin was not like me. Martin had never ever thought of being with a guy in his life and the fact that he was attracted to me confused and angered him. Naturally I would be the one that he would take his frustration out on. But after last night I had the feeling that we were getting past that.
I was eighteen in the summer of 76. I stood 5' 6" at about 160lbs with light brown eyes and shoulder length brown reddish hair. I was in no way fat or out of shape. In fact I was in very good shape. I had a very nice body, plus many young ladies considered me boyishly handsome. Of course around girls I was terribly shy. Around guys I was very careful because it was the guys that always caught my eye. I also had a really nice ass attached to very muscle toned legs that were perfectly proportionate to that nice ass.
Martin would later let me know that I had everything that a guy appreciated in a round behind and nice set of legs. I was at the time, a young man with very feminine features. Of course being eighteen and very naive with the way things worked in the world, I had no clue.
From time to time growing up I always would eventually be called a fag or I would be told to stop being such a girl. I never took any of it seriously because for the most part those things were always said in moments of jest. Looking back now and trying to remember it all maybe they knew something that I didn't.
The 70's were a time when men looking at men was reason enough to get beaten and in some parts of the country to lose your life. Everything that I had been going through all my young life was bottled up inside of me. Until last Saturday, last Saturday started a chain of events that I had only fantasied about. On top of that the very next night I had finally been able to finally confess my secrets to someone that I considered my girlfriend\best friend\big sister.
Janie was the one person that I could talk to. Before I met Martin in January Janie was the one person that would listen to my day to day issues. I, in return, would be her sounding board because being 4 years younger I really couldn't advise her on what to do with her dramas and Janie had a lot of dramas.
But last week I had dropped a bombshell on her and she took it in stride. So today I was really eager to finally talk to her and let her know how all her advice had helped me out. But first I had to pay homage to the happy couple. My grandfather and Janie's mother were that couple. That's how Janie and I had come to know each other. My grandfather who raised me had started dating Janie's mother years earlier.
This lady friend of my grandfather's had two daughters but it was Janie who I connected with. Janie was the one that was always there for me in my best to worst times of being a growing young man. If she saw that I was bored on our weekly visits she would let me tag along to her hangouts with her friends and later to her parties. So naturally she would be the one that I could always trust with my deepest secrets.
I had finally arrived and I could tell by the amount of cars parked in front of the house that today was a larger gathering than usual. I walked in the front door and the front rooms of the house were empty.
Making my way back to the kitchen there was finally life. Sounds of ladies chatting away as they prepared some the dishes to be served with the meats that were being prepared by the men outside.
I was getting and giving the obligatory hugs and fake kisses on the cheek. I would smile and nod as the small talk came at me all at once. The usual, "Oh my goodness is that David?" and "Oh David look at you!" and finally, "Oh I bet you have a nice girlfriend as handsome as you are." If they only knew, I thought to myself.
Finally I broke through, past the final part of the house and was hitting the backdoor. Immediately the sound of music and the smell of the meats cooking on the barbeque grill hit me. As I walked outside I waved at the men on the left side of the yard over in their "cook's corner."
Just like with the women in the kitchen I had to go over and shake hands, do the guy nod and basically acknowledge their tuff guy presence. Except for Jeff. Jeff was Janie's guy at the time and he was the cool tuff guy. Jeff was wearing Janie's mother's cooking apron as he worked the grill.
This of course was the joke. Jeff was as macho as they got at that time. As the guys walked over to shake my hand they would look over at Jeff and say with fake disgust, "This fucking guy." To which Jeff would respond, "Fuck off, you know you like it, fag." With that the group would laugh and the show would go on.
I call it a show because that's exactly what this was. Looking over to the middle of the yard over to the right there was the King and Queen of the gathering. My grandfather and Janie's mother on a long outdoor chair\swing for two. On either side of them all the other grey haired couples. The only thing that was missing was the court jester.
I quickly made my way over to acknowledge the old man and his lady friend. To "kiss the ring" as it were. I reassured the old man that the status at the farm was well and the irrigation had been done as he requested of me. I politely excused myself and I started scanning the yard for Janie.
As I she came into sight on the other side of the yard against the back gate, I grinned and thought to myself, "Slut." I never really looked at Janie before but for some reason this afternoon she caught my eye. She was in border line Daisy Dukes, very nice tan legs and her summer flip flops.
She was wearing a nice red blouse with stringy shoulder straps. The blouse cut down enough too show the slightest cleavage from a pair of very lovely 36 C's. Wow, I thought to myself. Janie was hot.
I started making my way to her as she turned and made eye contact with me. I watched her as she said something to her little group of friends then turned and headed my way. Meeting her half way Janie flashed that gorgeous smile of hers and in a low voice asked, "Well?"