This is the story of a late bloomer.....a kid that never had much to do with anything sexual all the way into his late teens. I am sure there are a lot like me out there, but most of us are too embarrassed to admit how long it took for us to reach full sexual awareness. I guess it depends on your up bringing and where you grow up and who you happen to grow up with. I was in Catholic School all my high school years and the Nuns basically scared us all away from sex and sin. In an environment like that you just don't ask the right questions and ignore any strange urges that might bother you from day to day. For some reason the first 18 years of my life were totally innocent and free of any, shall we say, lustful thoughts. That ended pretty quick when I went to Junior College at a military academy. I hope you enjoy my story..............
Part 2
My first year in military school ended without much fanfare. My roommate, Joe, shook my hand and asked, "You coming back next year?"
I said, "I probably will, shit my parents don't give a flying shit about me, they will be glad to get rid of me, and besides, next year we can shit on the new plebes like they did to us this year. That should be worth coming back for if nothing else."
Joe smiled and said, "I'm gonna request we are roommates again, OK? We sorta go well together, if ya know what I mean."
He quickly squeezed my hand, reached over and tapped my crotch lightly so that no one noticed. I laughed and said, "Don't wear it out over the summer, ya asshole." Joe laughed and we parted to go home for the summer.
When I got home I didn't have the friends everyone else did that went to the local public school. I felt pretty much out of place and kept to myself for the first few weeks home. I got a newspaper route and spent most of my time either working or watching television in my room. Of course now that I had the ability to jerk off I was perfectly happy to be alone most of the time. My parents both worked long hours so basically I was on my own.
Each week I had to collect for my papers and ride the bus down to the newspaper office to get paid. My home was on the outskirts of Philadelphia, Pa. The paper office was in the city and it took me about an hour to ride in one way. Occasionally I would stay in town and go to a movie or play pinball in a magazine store that was next to the paper office.
The owner of the pinball joint got to know me from my frequent visits. He was probably about 30 to 35 years old and played a lot of basketball at the city court a block away. His name was Bill. Occasionally he would ask if I wanted to go with him and watch as they played. I was not sports minded at all, but needed a friend and always hoped he would shoot baskets with me after his games. We became friends.
Since I really had no one else to hang around with I started to show up at the pinball place pretty often. There was a soda fountain there also, so I would often just sit at the counter and nurse a soda and bullshit with Bill as he tended to the store. There were many older guys that used that place as a hangout, so I always hung around to listen to the conversations and waste time.
I had come in late one day, after getting my pay. There were several guys sitting around smoking and bullshitting. I got my normal root beer float and sat down in a chair next to the pinball machines. I noticed a black guy sitting in a booth, alone, across the room. He seemed to be staring at me every time I looked his way.
Bill came over and said, "You know that guy?"
I said, "No."
Bill said, 'He's one of the best pool shooters around. He plays in a league for the newspapers. He asked me who you were and if you shoot pool."
I laughed and said, " What the fuck? Tell him I'll shoot him but I will probably lose"
Bill said, "I've known him for about a year. I think he is just lonely, I'll introduce you."
One thing that happened a lot in the city was older guys, would often get us beer or liquor if they were sure you were streetwise. Bill wouldn't buy any for me and it looked like this might be a connection I could make and see if this guy might get me some. I told Bill it was OK to introduce me. It was pretty obvious the guy was watching us and that he wanted something. He was watching Bill and I talk the whole time.
Bill waved him over and said, "Bo, this is Rick. He does a newspaper route in the heights and hangs around here bothering me everyday." Bill was laughing and joking as he taunted me into shaking hands with the guy.
Bo was a quiet type guy about Bill's age but seemed very friendly. He looked at Bill and said, "I ain't got much going and wondered if the kid may want to shoot some pool or see a movie or something. I see him sitting in here everyday doing nothing."
He looked at me, saying nothing, waiting for a response. I was sorta shocked and a little curious as to why some stranger would want to hang out with a kid my age and go to a movie in the middle of the day. Why didn't he just go alone?
I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know. Why don't you and Bill go?"
Bill sort of snorted and said, "Who's gonna watch my store....some of us work ya know."
I was in sort of a tight spot and had no idea why this guy wanted anything to do with me. You can probably guess by now, he was looking to pick me up, but I was too fucking stupid to know anything about that sort of thing. Bill obviously knew by the way he was looking at me, then at Bo. Looking back I have always wondered why Bill didn't warn me about this type of thing. It wasn't too many days until I found out.
I ended up saying, "Nah, I don't want to go today, maybe some other time."
Bo said, "OK, maybe next time then," He nodded to Bill and turned and left the store.
I stayed and played several games of pinball and then knew I had to get home. The incident weighed on my mind all that evening. I was too innocent and stupid to realize what was happening. It turned out later, that Bill and Bo were friends and had set this up all along. I didn't know it, but my life was going to change again, just like it did with Joe.
Two weeks later my parents told me they had to go to a dinner in Jersey. They said I would have to stay home that night and watch the house. I wasn't supposed to go out. They said they would be home around noon the next day and to be good while they were away.