A Beginning?, Part 1
A Beginning? My dad was a mayor of a California beach town who loved having his family around him when photographs were taken. At 18, I hated being in those photos because kids at school always made fun of them. They made fun of me. "Well, you'd better get used to it," mom said one day. "Because your dad is running for Congress next year." "I'm going to die," I moaned. "You'll miss the campaign and election," mom laughed. I couldn't ask my dad not to run for Congress, but I could do something about my appearance so I wouldn't photograph so badly. At a shopping mall, a neighbor found me trying on some expensive sunglasses. "You sure you can afford them?" he asked. "I can't afford them." "I can afford them, but they're not big enough. They don't hide enough of my face." "I beg your pardon?" I told him my story and he laughed. "So, now you're going to wear a mask?" he asked. "Why don't you get yourself a white hat and a horse and you'll look like the Lone Ranger?" I put the glasses back on the counter and walked away. I ended up pumping iron at a nearby gym. A good looking clerk made me an offer I couldn't refuse and promised to push me along. Six months was all he needed to get me in shape, he said. "Give me a year and I'll have you in bed with me." "I have to wait THAT long?" I teased him right back. "Hey, I don't fuck anybody pilitical!" It was an exchange I didn't take seriously. I couldn't take it seriously. Everybody in the damn building knew my dad and his plans for Congress! Then an 18-year-old newcomer began taking more of Carlo's time and staying late at his request. I had to find out if Carlo was halfway serious about getting it on with me. "Yeah, I'm serious," he said, taking me in his arms. "I've always been serious. You're a good looking dude and I'd like to make it with you." "I can't. You know I can't." "Nobody would know. It wouldn't hurt your dad's chances." "I don't want to risk it." The next thing I knew, Carlo had the newcomer in his office giving him a blow job. I stayed where I was and watched Carlo clear his desk so the boy could lie back across it and lift his legs. A boy I saw on television the very next night standing behind his dad who had announced his candidacy for political office. Beside me, Carlo turned and slowly removed the towel from my waist. I reciprocated. Naked, we moved into each other's arms and started building one incredible sensation upon another. I felt the strength of his hands as they grasped my bare bottom. He held me for a wonderfully long time. His office was there at our right and the door was open. Stepping back, he moved toward it to see if I would follow. I did and at his desk received an even more joyous kiss. Anticipation of what awaited me heightened every sense and made me keenly aware that I had gone too far to turn back. Finally, at his urging, I lifted myself up on his desk and slowly lay back. Others were there to watch. The memory would endure for each of them as well, I hoped.
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