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My First Time

July 1, 2009

I remember my first time fondly. How could I forget? I was a young man, just coming into my body. It seemed like every day I could feel myself getting bigger, stronger, more of a man. This just helped propel me along the way.

Of course, it was awkward at first. There was a lot of fumbling around. I seemed to never know where to put my hands. I'd have to stop often and start over. The worst was being criticized every time I had to start over. At first, I was a little embarrassed, but with each criticism and each restart, I put my mind to getting better at it. Like so many other things in life, it required a lot of concentration and focus in order to get the job done right and done well.

I was young and full of energy, and so I made the mistake of not pacing myself. I was spent far too soon. I lay there and rested, trying to catch my breath, ready to go back in. I remember the sheen of sweat covering my skin. It was hot, and with every moment, every time our bodies were mashed together, it seemed to get hotter in a literal and figurative sense. The warm July sun was shining down on our bodies, adding to the heat and giving our bodies a youthful and powerful glow.

After I caught my breath and grabbed a quick drink, I was finally ready to get back in the game. I dove back in with reckless abandon and a zealousness that only youth could capture. I was fast, I was hard, I was tough. I learned how to use my hands, where to put them. I discovered that I could use my legs, thrust forward explosively with them, use them to my advantage to be stronger and faster and harder. I grunted, trying to capture the essence of my masculinity.

Finally, I broke free. I looked up, into a pair of blue eyes, and made a connection. It was like we were one. My hands closed around, and I drew it to my chest, holding it tight. My hands caressed the object of my desire lovingly, my arms wrapping around and cradling, keeping it close to my body. I could hear the breathy exhortations, "Yes, yes, yes...go, go, go!" And then finally it happened. I had scored. Exhausted, jubilant, sweaty from the effort, I collapsed onto the ground, a great smile on my face, beaming from ear to ear. A rushing was in my ears, and I tried to speak, but I was still panting so hard that I couldn't really put my thoughts into words. It was heavenly. It was bliss. It was wonderful.

Yep, I'll never forget my first football practice.

17 comments:

Susan said...

Holy shit.

Just as I was all horned up to call my husband and tell him to come home early, you killed it.

Hysterical.

Nej said...

Boys and their football. :-)

BeckEye said...

I KNEW this wasn't going to be about sex. I'm on to you, buddy.

Nikki said...

Football is God's gift to man. It's the most excellent game ever played and I get upset when the season is over. I get even more upset when my Broncos lose. Jay Cutler is the devil reincarnate.

Mr. Condescending said...

Jenks you are one cleverish son of a bitch!

Eric said...

I second Mr. C's observation. BTW, can you do a post with the girls whose photos you posted playing football, or playing anything, or eating cheese? Whatever, just the photos you posted are fine.

Kimizzy said...

Oddly, I had a feeling it was a trick. Good one though... football was DEFINITELY the farthest thing from my mind.

Cora said...

My, my, my.

Jidai said...

You're a strange old man.

otherworldlyone said...

Well...shit.

Sassy Britches said...

And we're left to wonder if you ever mastered it after all that practice. :)

corticoWhat said...

It's funny....but I can't remember the color of my quarterback's eyes. Don't want to either!

dg said...

I always said it just wasn't right the way the center gets his balls all fondled by the quarterback.

Football is very sexual, dude.

Scope said...

That's a lot of hard work for just being a towel boy.

Lisa-tastrophies said...

I have to go take a cold shower now...

Fancy Schmancy said...

I don't think I'm going to let my son play football this year. It's way too sexual of a sport.

Mr. Rush said...

What gave it away was the word "fondly." When you used that word, I figured you were not talking about sex or it was not a guy that wrote it!