True story time

Okay, thanks to Hardasarokkk I typed these up. Thanks to my computer's nasty habit of sometimes backpaging when I backspace, I typed them up on wordpad. There are many stories in my head that I haven't experienced in my life. Yet there are also many stories in my head that I have lived, flesh, blood and bone. I tell part of them here, part of them there. Mostly as a sentence or a rather short paragraph.

I find it funny, kind of, that I post here and get more comments than when I post in the forums. *shrugs* Must be the lovely ambience of bloggers. That they generally have something to say whether it's a compliment on the writing style, or a single, absolute statement of their TRUTH in regards to something I've said here.

Anyroad, this entry is supposed to be about true experiences. This is how these things happenned, as I recall them. I do the other participants the disservice of naming names. After all most of them have names that do not mark them out of a crowd. the titles and subtitles ar an amusement of mine. Sort of a "True adventures of" thing.

So on with the show!




Ilan's first Frotage or In the Laundy Now
When I was little, I was expected by Mom to get my head out of the clouds enough to make friends, espescially with kids in the same neighborhood. Most espescially with children of my mother's friends. My best friend and the first non-family member I formed a deep attatchment to was named Jenny, her mother was friends with my mother and my older half-brother (my only sibling that I'm aware of) was normally expected to keep an eye on us. Jenny and I had also made friends (or at least sometime playmates) with the kids from further down the hall in the apartment complex we all lived in. Jenny often went to see her Dad, because her parent's had joint custody. It was one of these times that my sexuality made it's first naive fumblings.
The little boy from down the hall (I seem to remember him having the comparatively common name of "Chris") and I were playing one of my games of make-believe and I was casting us as characters from He-man and She-ra ((hey, it was the eighties stop laughing and cut me some slack, I was seven!)). On an impulse I decided to turn it sexy, the two chrachters being hit by a force that made them horny for each other (Again I state that I was seven, and had a rather oversexed fourteen year old brother). We talked the makeing out for the most part until one of us got the bright idea of using the laundry room to act some of it out in.
So there we were hugging and touching each other and humping our hard little dicks together with our shirts rucked up and our shorts shoved down when who should appear at the window set into the door of the laundry room than said older brother. Demanding I unlock that door, and get the fuck out there.
I ended up standing in front of my mother and brother, feeling sick with shame and fear at what I saw in their upset expressions.
So I lied my ass off.
Earlier that year, Mom and I had accidentally burned myself on the end of one of her cigarrettes, just below my belly button. So I spun a tale about how it was Chris's fault and he'd threatenned to punch me in my burn-mark if i didn't play along. I didn't confess to my mother that I had lied to her (and found she'd pretended to believe me at the time because I was in tears and upset myself) until I was twenty-four.
So I didn't get to play with that particular Chris ever again, (but I did french kiss his sister before we moved away!)

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