Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2017 17:47:22 -0400 From: Justtheguynextdoor Subject: Adult-Youth: Reminiscing (Seventh Grade Halloween) Much like a camera, or these days a smartphone, holidays often capture and record events and experiences in our lives, and then archive them into the library of consciousness . As each year passes, sometimes elements of these holiday memories percolate, steep, and revisit us in our present moment. When this occurs, we are catapulted back to another time and place, and as a bystander, we observe the events and experiences which we once lived through in previous years. My sister-in-law called me earlier this evening to invite me to a Halloween party she and my brother were hosting for my nieces and nephews, and their friends. Although I am mindful of the days of the week due to my work schedule, my family and friends remind me of upcoming holidays. This one, in particular, being Halloween. I thanked her for the invitation, but informed her that I would be out of town at that time. Promising to text me photos of the kids dressed in their Halloween costumes, she apologized and said he had to take an important in-coming call. Our conversation was less than two minutes, but it ended cordially. I attempted to return to the briefs which I was reviewing for the following day, but memories of a Halloween experience from seventh grade highjacked that plan. I was a seventh grader, it was my first year in junior high, and it was a very awkward time for me. Unlike previous years when my mother would take me to school, I now had to get up half an hour earlier in order to ride a bus to another school nearly fifteen miles from where I lived. I was uncomfortable with my new academic surroundings, and I disliked having to meet new kids and teachers. That being said, I did welcome every opportunity I could get to explore and play with my ever changing body. Almost every morning I would wake up with a rock hard erection, and later on to puddles of wetness. Of course these nocturnal emissions quickly dissipated as soon as I began masturbating morning, noon, and night. At school, I would even leave the cafeteria a few minutes early and sneak off to the restroom where I would quietly hide in a stall and masturbate before fourth period. I was thirteen, my dick was crack, and I was an sex addict. I wonder if there are any medical studies on male adolescent masturbatory addiction. I need to make a mental note to ask my friend who is a pediatrician. I certainly would enjoy reading them. To further complicate things, I knew from an early age that I was attracted to the same gender, but I also I knew I had to keep this a secret. Being gay in the 1970s was not acceptable. To satisfy my ever growing sexual insatiability, I quickly learned how to check out other boys in the locker room inconspicuously, I learned how to manipulate and hide an unexpected erection, and learned how to wear jockstraps to control my new best friend who, more times than not, visited me at the most inconvenient times and places. Indeed, puberty definitely was a volatile time for me. Rarely, if ever, do any of my flashbacks come with a coherent beginning, middle, and end, and this one was no different. Star Trek, a science-fiction television series, was very popular during my junior high school years. One of my greatest pleasures, apart from masturbating, was to watch this TV show. Not only was each episode suspenseful, but chock-full of things which questioned the American morality of the 1970s presenting a more accepting and tolerant perspective of how life might be, if only people would focus more our shared commonalities rather than magnifying our limited differences. Anyway this year, I begged my parents to spend an outrageous amount of money, twenty dollars and change, for a Vulcan Halloween costume. I wanted to go trick-or-treating as Mr. Spock. Since our house was located in the outskirts of town, my parents would drop my brother and me off at a friend's house in town, and we would spend a good two to three hours walking up and down the streets, knocking on people's doors, and collecting as much candy as possible. Although the details are sketchy, I remember that the group of kids that I was trick-or-treating with began to dwindle. Our yield was so substantial and heavy, my brother even decided to call it a night. However, I was a glutton for ecstasy at that time, and this propelled me to continue to trick-or-treat with my friend Jayson. Smithfield was the last remaining street to complete, and Jayson and I were determined to make the climb to the top. It took us a good twenty minutes to hike all the way up the hill. Sadly enough, the pickings were poor since most trick-or-treaters bypassed this street, and in turn, homeowners never were encouraged to buy candy to give out to visitors. Nevertheless, Jayson and I decided to finish the street making it to the last house near Hanley Park. It was a two-story Craftsman house with a carport on the side of the house, and an interesting paneled front door with a stain glass window. There was a wrought iron fence surrounding the property, a manicured front lawn with nicely pruned shrubs, and several mature trees. Someone rich lived here. We rang the door bell and waited. We heard some rustling inside. Then the porch light came on. A tall handsome man in shorts and a t-shirt opened the door. He looked at us, smiled, and then invited us inside. I could tell that we caught the man off guard. Before noticing the glass in his left hand, I could smell the whisky or bourbon on his breath. Jayson and the man began chatting, about what I have no idea. I was standing slightly behind Jayson, and my eyes were fixated on the noticeable bulge in the man's shorts. I am certain that the man saw me starring at his crotch and he was determined to give me a good show. He soon began to knead himself through his shorts all the while continuing to talk to Jayson. It was such a surreal experience. The man was stroking his dick through his shorts, sporting an enormous erection while talking to my buddy Jayson. Jayson was oblivious to what was going on, and I was getting all flush and hot under my costume. I stepped to the side a little to lean up against the wall of the foyer. I was fearful that I might tumble to the ground. My legs were trembling, my heart was fluttering, and there was a ringing in my ears that made me feel very dizzy. Apparently Jayson asked if he could go to the bathroom and the man told Jayson that it was down the hall to the left. Jayson dropped his bags of treats and made a bee-line down the hall. The man then turned back to me and gave me a dirty, sexual smile, asked me if I liked his shorts. I did not know what to say, I simply stood still. Groping and stroking his crotch, he approached me. He placed his glass down on a nearby table, and then he pulled down his shorts a little and his erection sprang up. I could not believe what was happening. He apologized for not having any candy for us, and then in the next breath he said, how about something different? I nodded my head okay and he then grabbed his dick and pointed at me. He said, "I know you want this, don't you? Hurry up and quickly kiss it before your friend returns." I opened my mouth, dropped to my knees, and then took his cock head into my mouth. He grabbed me by the head and pushed his cock in further. I began to cough and choke. I could not breathe. The man must have heard the bathroom door open and he must have figured that that Jayson would be joining us momentarily. The man pushed me away and grabbed my bag tearing the one side. All the candy I collected that evening fell to the floor. In all the commotion, the man made himself presentable, turned towards Jayson, and said, "I'll be right back. Looks like your friend needs a new bag for his candy." I needed to think quickly to salvage what little of my sanity remained. I turned to Jason told him that we needed to leave ASAP. It was getting late and I did not want my parents to get angry. After all, tomorrow was a school day. Seconds later, the man returned with a black plastic bag for me. I gathered up my candy, and then, strangely enough, the man gave us both a five dollar bill apologizing for not having any candy to give us. We were surprised but grateful. We thanked the man and then Jayson walked out the door first. As I was leaving, the man cupped my but with his right hand and squeezed it firmly. He whispered that I should visit whenever I want. When I eventually got home, I masturbated multiple times to the events of the evening. I am certain that my sister-in-law will host a fun Halloween party for my nieces and nephews. I wonder what kids dress up as these days. I look forward to seeing the kids dressed up in their costumes. I have experienced many Halloweens, but the year that I dressed as Mr. Spock was the most memorable.