A Tale of Two Bobs Part 2
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I was young and I was hammered, but I knew without a doubt what was going through their minds…
The two Bobs had switched places and I was now sharing the couch with Bob number two as Bob number two stared on. It didn’t take me long to realize that they had switched spots with more than practical seating arrangements in their minds. I could feel it in the air, the sexual tension was higher than it had been before Bob number one and I had gone into his bedroom, and now that we were back Bob number two wanted his turn.
It was comical, like being an alien witnessing for the first time how humans behave. It amused me that they thought themselves in control of what might happen next. it ceased to be amusing when the alcohol I had been drinking hit my head like a sack of bricks and I found myself standing alone in the kitchen wondering whether I would be able to make the walk home. If I was to avoid what could turn into a very bad moment, I had to leave right away. The sense of urgency that thought produced in me was pressing and immediate, I stumbled out of there barely saying goodbye.
The cold air woke me up and gave me just enough stamina to walk all the way home without stopping on the side of the road to puke my brains out. Eventually finding myself safe and warn in my bed, my mom asleep in the other room. I woke up the next day and making sense of what had happened the night before, I realized I had just had unprotected sex with a guy who could only be described as a dick.
I few months later, I was talking on the phone with Bob number two after getting out the tub, when he invited me over to his house. His cousin was visiting and the two of them were babysitting Bob number two’s little sister. The little sister was watching Empire Records upstairs with one of her friends when the three of us went downstairs. After doing a few shots of whatever liquor we had on hand, the cousin left the room, to join the kids upstairs. Before leaving the room he shut of one of the lights, which left Bob number two and I in the semi darkness.
Bob number two was the third person I ever had sex with, and there were more than a few similarities between this event and what happened between Bob number one and I. First, both guys were named Bob. Second, both times Black Sabbath’s We Sold Our Soul For Rock and Roll was playing in the background. Third, I was wearing the exact same clothes, down to the underwear and bra. I was ridding Bob number two, when with my head arched towards the ceiling, I saw his little sister and her friend peeking at us through the heating grate in the floor. Bob number one chose that exact moment to call. It somehow felt like fate, like a bad joke only I could understand.
Does this ever bring back memories! Not the same situation or string of events, but the whole being young and wanting to get laid no matter what foolish posing it takes, lol. I just had a flashback of a Christmas Eve at a friends house when I was 18 and trying desperatly to get past second base with Terresa. Of course the other guys all knew what was going on so they did they’re best to interfere, luckily for me she was as ready to get busy as I was and took control of the door latch! lol
That is so funny that the kids were watching through the grate. Ha! Me and my neighbor we being babysat by her cousin quite often (our Moms used to go out together) and she (our babysitter) would always have this hunky guy over to fuck on the couch and we would watch them through the grate in the ceiling. We always loved when she babysat us! Haha!
Ah, to be young again. I can’t seem to get the same sort of gumption to just go out and get some. When I was that age, it was like a mission.
Ugh, the angst, the tension, the unending masturbation…I recall the teenage years as ones of intense longing that was rarely answered.
One day in gym (oh god the horror.) I was playing soccer and for some reason it was co-ed. I was hustling the ball away from our goal when I ran into one of the hottest guys in our class. I can still feel it, the instant of complete body-to-body contact, the hardness of his body. The hardness and leanness of almost zero body fat fifteen year old boys can achieve.
I was chubby then and now, and the only thing I could think was how mortified I was, but perhaps he felt differently about the sensation. A few months after the hit and run, we were once again in gym, and I heard him telling another boy how to tell if a girl thought you were worth hooking up with. WE were all goofing off in the weight room, and I had overheard him explain to the clueless kid just what to do, and I promptly forgot about it. He said “Stare at her, and make eye contact. If she looks away, then looks back at you, she likes you.” I remember thinking he was right.
In retrospect, I was an ass. I forgot everything he said within a minute or so, and when I looked up to see this exceptionally hot guy looking at me, I blushed, smiled, looked away, and three seconds later looked up, to see him still looking.
The next weekend, we were hooking up in his car, parked on some deserted back road. His mouth was a whole world of erotica. It still ranks as the second best kiss of my life, which speaks more to the lack of skill out there than my breadth of experience.
I gave him a blow job, and that, too, was one of the best I’d ever given- this guy actually told me what he liked, and gave very explicit instructions. After cumming, he told me that we had to keep this a secret because he was still seeing one girl. (he would break the poly-amory barrier in my small high school. He had two girlfriends simultaneously) I laughed because while he was gorgeous, he wasn’t very smart, and he was not a guy I would boast about sucking off.
Amusingly enough, my friends in the junior class wondered why I was so giddy all damn day, and my senior friends took one look and sang “somebody got some!” What a difference a year makes.
A year does make a huge difference sometimes. When I was fourteen, I couldn’t have been more clueless, but by the time I hit fifteen I was unstoppable or at least I felt that way.