Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2009 04:30:12 -0500
From: John Elash <phantomscorpio77@gmail.com>
Subject: Spirit of the Underdog 5

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respected. (Please do not copy or use this story in any manner without my
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In chapter 4 of SotU I changed the disclaimer like all the rest of the
chapters, trying to keep them a little tongue-in-cheek on a subtle level.
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In the Shadows of Our Lives -- Prologue - Spirit of the Underdog V


The late springtime of Grade 10 saw things between Jon and I really start
to blossom.  We completed the transition from being mere acquaintances, to
friends, to lovers.  No we hadn't had sex yet, but lovers all the same.
With undeniable love between us we wanted to act like a couple as much as
possible, yet without daring to risk our cover.

Slowly Jon and I built up the nerve to go see Toy Story together.  We had
debated for so long what would be our first movie together as a date.  This
was the one we both wanted since it had come out around Christmas time.  We
planned things so carefully, going to see a matinee in an area we thought
we wouldn't be recognized.  Again, as Toy Story had been out in the
theaters since before Christmas we thought it would finally be safe enough
for us to go.  Right?

Well, of course, there were a couple girls we thought we recognized from
school already in the theatre when we scanned it to see if we would be
lucky enough to go un-recognized.  Again, we thought we recognized them, we
weren't even exactly sure that we recognized the girls as a group from our
school.  Still, the risk made us panic and low and behold, we instead
chickened out and resorted to plan B which was to duck into High School
High.  It was a pretty funny movie, but the place was packed for that one
so we didn't dare even lean against each other let alone hold hands.

So our first movie/date was a bust.  There was a little relief that we
couldn't do it, as much as we still wanted to, mixed with the let down.  We
had hoped to cuddle in a dark, mostly empty theatre to a sappy movie and
maybe kiss during or after it or hell, I don't know.  We just wanted it to
be so special, and truth be told, it sure didn't turn out to be the romance
that we wanted it to be.

Instead, our `for the record-first ever' movie that we cuddled to was The
Lion King, on video.  We were over at Jon's place one morning.  His mom and
sisters were gone for a day at the outlet mall in Austin where Jon's oldest
sister had recently opened up a new location for the small chain of music
stores she works for.  He was quite certain that we would be interruption
free until at least after dinnertime.  We got his thin duvet from his bed
and spread it out on the couch, closed the blinds and drapes to make it as
dark as possible, and lit an orange-vanilla scented candle.  He sat
sideways on the couch and I laid down on it with his legs around mine and
my back to his chest.  We switched positions a lot, until we got
comfortable with us both on our sides and Jon pressed tightly against my
back, one arm propping his head up and the other around me with our fingers
entwined.  I couldn't believe how hard I could get just from the constant
contact with another guy.  I mean I dared to dream of the closeness, but it
was even more than I hoped for.  I was on such an emotional high!  I cried
openly when Mustafa died, knowing Jon wouldn't make fun of me.  I was so
happy there in Jon's arms, it felt so right.  I felt safe and loved.

Neither of us had seen the movie before, and naturally I really liked Timon
because he is the little guy, and a smart-ass just like me to boot!  [Timon
became Jon's pet name for me after the movie.]  I didn't want the movie to
end, I didn't want to have to leave Jon's warm embrace.  I didn't want to
forget the feeling of his many erections pressed against my leg!  After the
movie we made out for better than an hour.  We were shirtless, in shorts
and socks when we started and by the time we couldn't help ourselves any
longer we were down to boxer briefs.  We had kissed each other all over;
chest, neck, eyes, armpits and of course lips.  Cautiously Jon slipped his
Hanes down a bit to tease, and I did the same.  Little by little we both
ditched the gitch.

For the first time ever we were just sitting there facing each other naked,
without a blanket or sheet or partial clothing over us.  I for the first
time ever got to really take in the sight of Jon in all his beauty.  His
dick was hard as was mine, his balls were slightly hairy where mine were
still smooth and he had a trail of hair going from behind his balls all the
way to the top of his butt crack, like a reverse happy trail.  We kissed a
lot and got into positions where he was on top of me or me on top of him.
We didn't go for broke, that was enough for the time.  I badly wanted to
touch all of Jon but as usual I too nervous to make the first move.  So was
he.  We finished by facing each other, sitting on the floor with our
crotches close together.  My feet were on either side of his butt, his were
crossed over behind my back.  We jacked ourselves off that way and came on
each other.

That also was the first time that I wasn't grossed out by his cum.  Rather
than getting up right away like usual and clean ourselves off, we instead
lay back down and held each other in that embrace and kissed some more.
That was when I knew I was in deep, when I first realized that Jon really
did own my heart.  I gave Jon my black and grey striped Haynes boxerbriefs
to keep that afternoon, and took his white ones for myself.

By the time summer came Jon and I had fallen into a pretty regular routine
of jerking off together and some incredibly hot kissing, and after helping
out at the Prom last June we even finally got to touching each other!  On
Prom night last year Jon and I were on a committee through Coach to help
out behind the scenes with the graduation ceremony.  Basically the teachers
could read the itinerary just as well as anyone else so Jon and I didn't
ever really do anything.  The kicker was that we were coat check at the
dinner / dance later and were passed a lot of free beer and weed.  Actually
we weren't given nearly as much as we found stashed outside of the
gymnasium, but still, it was enough.

Neither of us drank much yet but we both had been introduced to weed so we
hoarded 5 joints worth and smoked it all after at my place.  We were
reading some story on Nifty and smoked like way too much weed.  Jon wanted
something more graphic so we switched stories and read one about guys in a
dorm.  That got us real horny and we both quickly shucked off all our
clothes.  When I went to sit down Jon was already in the chair and I sat on
his hard-on.  He yelped a bit cuz it hurt him and I sprang back up off of
him.  Whispering, we started kidding back and forth over it until I offered
to kiss it better.  I don't know what came over me because I know having
said it that he would really want me to and I totally didn't want to then.
I had gotten used to looking at it without being too embarrassed, and
wanted to touch it so much, give him a hand job and play with it but I
still didn't want to give him a blow job.

"I'll kiss yours if you kiss mine," Jon offered.

"What if you shoot your load or something, that's gross." I tried to weasel
my way out of it.

I didn't really get much chance to argue because Jon just lunged forward
off the chair and planted his lips on the head of my dick.  He playfully
suckled on it a bit and then slipped my head into his mouth.  Oh wow, did
that feel good!

He came off and smiled, asking, "May I?"

He never even had to ask.  I would have done just about anything with him
if he initiated it.  In retrospect it may not have been fair because I
don't think I ever gave him the clues.  I was a little too timid sexually
and always waited to see where he'd take us to next.

I nodded my approval for him to continue.

Although he was down on his knees, he led me to sit in the chair and turned
with me.  He put his face back in my crotch and his tongue explored new
territory for us, followed shortly by his tonsils.  It was our first time.
I couldn't tell you how good or bad it was.  It sure got me off in no time
flat, that I can say with certainty.

Of course I was too chicken to do it back to him.  He lovingly let it go
without pressuring me.  I felt really bad, so I tried to make up for it by
asking if I could give him a hand job maybe instead.  That was something
that I really wanted to do.  Back then I didn't realize that Jon would have
gone all the way with me if I wanted to at any time.  So I touched his dick
really gently at first, totally blown away by finally getting to feel it.
It was about twice as thick as mine when fully aroused.  Damn, it sure beat
my chubby in girth and length.  Truth be told, I had wanted to touch it
since the first time I saw it!  I started clumsily by trying to stroke him
similarly to the way I only recently had been hammering myself.  I kept
hitting him too hard in the balls and I think he didn't like the way I
pulled his foreskin much either.  Jon got me to stop, pushed me onto my
bed, and laid me down.

After turning off my computer he lay down beside me and put my hand back on
his dick.  We were on the bed face to face and nose to nose.  His eyes were
warm pools of love that I normally basked in, and although I couldn't make
them out just then I felt loved knowing that I was the object of their
desire.  I started jerking his dick which brought out a huge smile from him
in the pale light illuminating the room from the window and the night
beyond it.  My eyes lost his lips but my lips found them instead when he
pressed into me.  We started making out and he started jerking me off too.
It was so awesome!

My arm usually gets tired on like the 2nd or 3rd jerk of the day, and it
was tired now, but like hell if I was going to let that stop me.  I guess I
still wasn't doing it right for him because he again grabbed my hand and
showed me how he likes it.  He asked if I would at least spit on it for
some lube, again reassuring me that it was ok that I didn't want to suck
his dick.

I did too!  Not suck on it, but I did manage to moisten his shaft with my
tongue.  It definitely was a bit of a turn on.  I had mixed feelings if I
should just go for it and give him a blow job, not that I really knew how
to, but I decided to take the easy out and not do it.  When it all too soon
got dry again I lazily figured I'd just lick my hand to get it wet again.
But when I was licking the palm on my hand I accidentally got a taste of
Jon's precum and was totally grossed out.  I stopped jacking Jon off then,
but he still returned the favor for me anyhow and jerked me to a quick
second climax.

His hand job was better than anything I had ever given myself really, and I
memorized what he was doing so I could do it to myself when I was alone.  I
had only ever just stroked up and down before.  I thought that was the way
to do it!  It never occurred to me that if you flick your thumb at the head
or twist your palm over it that it would feel even better.  After getting
my cum all over his hand Jon quickly used it as lube and finished himself
off.  He then took a gob of his cum mixed with the leftovers of mine and
ate it.  That was a turn on even if I couldn't bring myself to do it.  I
guess due to the combination of the double cumshot and the weed I fell
asleep naked on top of the bed sheets almost right after Jon came.

I woke the next morning on top of my bed sheets, still naked of course.
Jon was at least half under the sheets on my bed with an arm dangling off
the side and a leg sticking out.  One of the cutest things about Jon is the
morning fog that always accompanies his just waking up.  It takes him a few
good moments to come life once he's awake.  Thus Jon was useless to help me
figure it out, but I realized then that the noise that had woke us was my
door being closed!

I thought I had locked it the night before, especially intending to smoke
up and look at stories.  In fact I was sure of it, but yet I guess I
didn't.  I heard Mom and Arnie whispering pretty intently as I sat up in
bed.  I nudged Jon to full wakefulness and clued him into what had happened
as we got dressed.  Man, we thought we were busted, which of course we
were, but not for being gay.  Not yet anyhow.

Minutes later we were summoned to the kitchen.  Breakfast was really
awkward, we were busted for the weed that my room reeked of.  At breakfast
Mom was all like `you sure you boys don't want anything in your omelette,
maybe some pot perhaps?  Huh?  And seeing as you're big boys how about you
wash it down with some more of my whisky or a can of Coors?  Maybe finish
with some hash brownies?'

I somehow looked to Arnie in a futile hope for help, but he was useless and
laid into me too.  He was like, "You two were so wasted you couldn't even
get into your PJ's and into bed, you just circle jerked and fell asleep
together!  Together!  Ha!  Let me know when you can handle the shit and
I'll give you all you could ever want.  Or maybe at 14 you're ready for
some harder shit like coke, or heroine.  Then you two can wake up naked in
a complete stranger's bed instead!  If you even live to wake up.  Kids are
growing up faster nowadays!"

Horrible timing I know, still I couldn't help but laugh.  I mean here is
this big tough biker dude, respected by the guys he rides with for the
white long-sleeve that he wears under his vest.  [Let's just say that he
does have an `affiliation', and among said affiliation if you've ever
committed a certain act in defense of them, you get vaulted to a higher
level of respect and wear the white sleeves.  More than that I don't care
to know, such as incriminating details.  And like hell I am ever asking or
letting on I know what the sleeves represent.]  So anyway, he's proven he's
bad-ass and he's calling my pajama pants PJ's!  And I know he's tried
everything there is to try drug-wise and he's giving me shit!  Plus, I was
almost 16, not 14.

Laughing only caused me more grief though.  I've learned that Arnie doesn't
take well to being laughed at.  Especially when he feels he's in the
position of authority, or at least in his tainted view of being in the
right, he has a tendency to get nasty.  The look on his face?  Holy crap,
my heart has never pounded that hard and I almost wet myself in fear.  He
walked away rather than lay into me.  I rolled my head back and profusely
thanked the big guy upstairs for sparing my existence as I heard Arnie's
chopper start up.

Then Mom was practically slamming the burnt yet still runny omelettes on
our plates and asking if I ever saw her and Arnie touch anything worse than
beer or the odd bottle of Jim Beam.  Man she was pissed!

Yes I have Mom, how about the rails Arnie snorts?  Not to mention the huge
joints you don't even bother trying to make look like cigarettes anymore.
Or how about the pills you've popped over the years?  And no, I don't think
Jim Beam, Wild Turkey, and Yukon Jack are supposed to replace OJ regularly
at the breakfast table!  In fact you two go through so much Jim Beam that
Jon and I can steal a full bottle and horde it at his place and you're none
the wiser.  I mean what the F?  All of a sudden you're some sort of angel?
On top of that, you're like getting laid by my dad's brother!  No, I don't
think that June Cleaver would do that either.  `Hey Beav, how about you
play stupid while your uncle rides me?'  But that for sure wasn't the time
for me to say so.  Man, Jon and I got blasted for like an hour before he
got sent home.  I got it all morning from her until I finally got sent to
go clean up Arnie's parts shop as punishment.

After a week of doing slave labor at Arnie's shop and garage I actually
hated weed.  No, on second thought I hated my mom and dad for being so
ghetto.  Weed was still all good, just not at home.  Arnie was actually
pretty cool to me out of Mom's sight, but still promised me that if he ever
finds me smoking anything, cigarettes, pot, hash, anything, he'd wring my
scrawny little neck!  Then he'd be nice again, telling me I can amount to
something because I'm smart, and not to be like him and my mom, and
especially not like my dad.  He actually told me that he regrets his life
and everything he's done and would take it back in a heartbeat if he could.
That led into the only heart to heart we ever had and he flat out told me
that I'm too tender to live his life and he was going to keep me on the
straight and narrow whether I liked it or not.

After my punishment week was over Arnie got me helping out again regularly
the next week, working again as a clean-up bitch and coffee gopher for
free.  Of course there were also times when we heard choppers coming down
the road and he'd make me walk 10 massively long blocks through the
industrial park to fetch him a burger while he and the guys took care of
business that was none of mine.  That week at Arnie's ended with a visit
from Uncle Sonny.  Arnie had asked his brother to come by the shop before
work so they could talk.  After they talked Arnie told me to get the hell
home and clean up and be at Sonny's restaurant at 3:00, and to bring Jon
too if he wanted a summer job.

Jon and I hadn't had any time for each other because I was grounded on the
weekends and Mom had tons of chores for me to do daily after I got home on
weekdays.  So when I called him that afternoon it was close to the first
time Jon and I had talked in the two weeks since he got sent home.

"Hey Jon, how's it going?"

"Pretty much sucks lately.  I miss you."

"I know, me too.  These have been the longest two weeks in my life."

"You're mom chill out yet?"

"Yeah, but she's still making me finish my grounding.  With Arnie behind
her I can't argue."

"So when are you free?"

"Right now."

"Serious?  Meet at Freed Park in like 5 minutes?"

"Nah, I'm calling cause I have to go for an interview."

"What for?"

"Bus boy at my Uncle Sonny's restaurant.  How 'bout you?  Ya wanna come and
get a job there too?"

"I already have a job."

"I know, but you could like quit it or work both.  Wouldn't it be cool to
work together?"

"I don't know."

"Well, just come and see what you think.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained
right?"

We went to my uncle's restaurant and were hired as bus boys.  The interview
was a joke.  There really wasn't even an interview, just a conversation
with my uncle and that was all.  Jon was skeptical, but decided to take the
job anyways as Sonny said one or two days a week was cool with him and
would work around Jon's current work schedule.  One of Sonny's managers
wanted us to be dishwashers but agreed with him that I was too small, and
conceded to Sonny that we could both bus because Sonny ran the place.  So
Jon and I got home and had to get pants and shoes for the new job.  I also
got a real hair cut for the first time in years rather than the usual
clippers in the back yard job!

This past summer we got to clean tables at Sonny's restaurant and had a
great time.  So many customers and chicks on staff ogled over me that I am
so small and so cute, it made Jon so jealous!  Of course as I was still
only 4'3" by the end of the summer and looked like I was ten years old.
Jon had grown to way more than a full foot taller than me at 5'7".  Man did
he have a growth spurt.

While Jon is a Scorpio, born on November 1st, my birthday is August 13th.
As it fell on a Friday in 1999 it also was a big deal for the bikers that
year.  A week prior to my birthday they all had gone somewhere called
Sturgis to hang out with other bikers.  So on my birthday I got to go with
Mom to Uncle Sonny's restaurant for dinner, where I also now happened to
work.  Mom was home rather than with Arnie.  I know she'd rather be with
him having fun, but she couldn't go because as she had work holding her
back.  Otherwise I don't think my 16th birthday would have meant squat to
her, and she would have gone on the two week trek with him.  Arnie at least
gave me some money to get new running shoes for work before he left.

Anyhow, Sonny is Dad's younger brother.  He's the only quasi-respectable
one between Dad, Arnie and himself.  Mom got all weird and acted like she
gave a shit about me.  I mean she does, but she poured it on really thick,
like she was trying to compensate for something because she was relying on
Arnie for support and Sonny to employ me.  She bought me a Nintendo 64 and
a Zelda game to go with it and made me open it at the restaurant.  Like,
how embarrassing!

Jon was working that night and I would normally have been too, but Mom
arranged with Sonny to not schedule me that day.  When Jon went into the
washroom to do a check and restock I excused myself to go to the washroom.
I went to the washroom and Jon acted like he was busy while we waited for
the washroom to empty out.  We made out for like ten seconds and I told him
my biggest birthday wish was that he could be there with me rather than
working.  Our manager is a dick, so w both knew Jon had to go before he was
noticed missing.  We would have kissed again but someone else came in
before we got the chance and he just waved as I went back to my table.

When I returned from the washroom I got a free birthday dessert from Sonny,
and Mom and him were talking.  Yeah, that was some birthday; Sonny didn't
even charge us for the dinner so Mom got off free!  I have to give her
credit, she tried.  But still, some sweet-sixteen I had.

Sunday rolled around and Jon and I got a chance to go out for dinner
ourselves.  Neither of us had a whole lot of money, and Jon insisted on
paying so we walked to a nearby Olive Garden on Northwest Freeway.  Jon was
dying to give me his gift.  I didn't know just what to think at first when
all he gave me was a card and nothing else.  I opened it and was surprised
to find 4 tickets to the Maximum Rock summer tour.

Of course it was right up Jon's ally to get me tickets to a concert for my
birthday, but it was a win-win for us.  Motley Crue was at the time pretty
big on my list, as I was really into Generation Swine.  They were
co-headlining the Woodlands Pavilion on August 29th with Scorpions, which
happen to be a band Jon gets his panties in a huge knot over.  He mentioned
that it was the last show on the tour!  I was dumbfounded when I added up
the face value of the tickets at over $300.  Jon had to have saved like
every dollar he made at the restaurant to cover those tickets.  I felt so
bad that he spent so much money on me and it showed, so Jon revealed that
his sister Deanna can get pre-sale tickets for half-price as a Ticketmaster
agent within her music store, and he bought them off her.

After dinner we went to a movie and saw Fight Club.  I think Jon wanted to
see The Astronaut's Wife so that we could hold hands, but I figured we
could hold hands in Fight Club just as easily and if it got too scary then
we could get all cliche and I could hold him.  I picked the wrong movie for
that, Jon's choice was the actual scary one and my choice was just gory.
We did manage to hold hands under the armrest because Jon was smart enough
to wear a sweater and hang it over the armrest to hide that we were holding
hands.  His mind was always working on how we could do `couple' things
together and not be found out, and he was just always thinking of sweet
things to do for or with me in general.  I loved that boy.

By the time we got close to home that night it was late.  I wish one of us
had a car and a license, but neither of us had either a car or a license,
so public transit and our feet took us places, but a lot more slowly than
if we could drive.  Jon could have stayed over, with Arnie gone Todd wasn't
staying over that weekend, but he declined.  I really think my mom scared
the crap out of him earlier in the summer.  We made out in my backyard for
a couple minutes until Rex started giving away that we were there.  After
Rex started getting vocal Jon kissed me goodnight and headed home.

For the remainder of that summer at work I got treated like a star because
of my dimutive stature and Jon had to do more work than me because he was
bigger.  I may have played it up at work, but he evened things out though
in our private time.  I sort of became his bitch, and on the last weekend
of the summer break I also had finally become the little cock-sucker I've
been accused of being by my mom when she's drunk, high, or just plain mad
about something or other I forgot to do.  The first time was a week to the
night after Jon, Michael, Train and I went to the concert that Jon had
bought me tickets for.  After a slow night at the restaurant we took our
tip-share and bought some pot off of my Uncle Sonny and went over to Jon's
place.

His two older sisters were in bed by the time we eventually got there, but
his mom and oldest sister Deanna were waiting up for him.  Jon and I lit
one up on his back deck when we heard his sister's car start and then take
off, presumably headed for her boyfriends.  His Mom came out back to say
goodnight when she spotted the trail of smoke behind me.  It doesn't take
the nose of a bloodhound to figure out that we weren't smoking cigarettes.
His mother's reaction was quite different than mine.  She reached for the
joint and took a haul.  She ended up hogging the entire thing as she
related that she hadn't so much as touched any in the 8 years since Jon's
Dad died.  We were sitting there on the back deck with her and thought she
must have been tripping.  She asked if we had any more.  Jon was sitting in
shocked disbelief and I wasn't far off.

Well she wasn't exactly tripping, but she did trip-out on us once I pulled
the baggie out of my back pack.  She took a step off the deck, unrolled the
two remaining joints and ground the weed into the grass and dirt with her
shoe.  Jon didn't challenge her, and I sure wasn't about to.  The only
thing she said after that as she headed inside and to bed was goodnight.
We got the point that she didn't approve.

After Charlene wasted our joints and went to bed, Jon pulled out a partial
bottle of Jim Beam that he had stashed in their car port a while back.  Jon
and I fooled around in his pool.  Quietly horse-playing but not making
hardly a sound, we eventually got around to groping and our shorts came
off.  I was perversely curious about what dick tasted like after getting a
bit of Jon's precum a while back on the night I caught him eating both of
ours.  I had tried my own cum after that night and was grossed out by it at
first, but had a growing urge to taste Jon's dick anyway.

Getting out of the pool we laid down on towels under the awning that
covered his deck and started to fool around.  I went for it finally.  I
think I gave Jon the worst blow job ever, scratching his dick with my teeth
more times than I care to say, but before I would have expected it he shot
in my mouth.  It was so gross, but the look on his face was so happy.

You see, I had told him somewhat jokingly that I wanted to try his cum a
few days before that, so he didn't let me know he was cumming until I
actually felt his cum squirting in my mouth so I wouldn't chicken out.
Just goes to show he knows me pretty well!  You bet; I gagged.  I guess I
was swallowing at the time he shot because I even accidentally swallowed
some before spitting out the rest.  Jon then returned the favor and gave me
a blow job too.

Unlike the first time he had done this for me I wasn't really into it at
all.  I thought I was going to be sick because he had cum in my mouth, and
because I had swallowed some.  I warned him when I was close, giving him
fair warning.  That only made him go at me harder.  As I started cumming
Jon took me as deep into his mouth as he could and tried to swallow most of
it.  We made out for a while afterwards and I have to tell you Jon didn't
really mind the taste of cum nearly as bad as I did.  I think he almost
liked it.  It was something that I hoped would happen, and had jacked off
to thoughts of it, but to actually have Jon cum in my mouth was something I
also really dreaded at the same time.  But now it had happened, and I
totally felt all sick about it.

After that night I hesitantly started sucking Jon off somewhat regularly,
but usually only right after he washed good.  I never got to the point that
I would let him cum in my mouth again though.  To this day I still don't
like cum in my mouth.  Or for that matter, the taste under foreskin from a
long day of stewing in crotch sweat even if I know Jon was fastidious about
keeping himself impeccably clean.  I also don't like the spot right behind
the balls that is sorta pungent and sour, whereas I think Jon finds the
humid musk there intoxicating.  Oh well, I do now like cum somewhere else
so that's even better!

[to be continued]


Dear Reader: A brief explanation of something you may or may not have
picked up on, especially for the nice guy that told me, "Learn to spell you
moron.  Or would you spell that moroun?  Better yet, just pop the U off
your keyboard for ($u%!)'s sake!"

I do in fact have a response.  A nice long-winded one too!  Yeah,
Mr. I'm-the-world's-greatest-speller, thanks for your list of misspelled
words!  First off, yes, I do omit the occasional word, and don't catch the
occasional spelling mistake.  Guilty as charged.  Second, and more
important, no I am not blind; I am Canadian.  Yes, I do see the red
squiggly line in MS Word under many of the words you have so kindly
compiled for me.

[Side note: That alone pisses me off because I have the language set to
English : Canada and it still tries to force the American spelling for many
words.]

I have however checked your list against a British / Canadian dictionary
for shits and giggles.  Guess what?  Survey says...you're wrong, I'm right!
:-) Every single word you listed in fact.  Don't get too down on yourself
tho.  These things happen.  Oh, and don't simply take my word for it
either.  Google a Canadian Dictionary for yourself!  (Just don't use MS
Encarta -- it's related to the erroneous MS Word!)  Heck, even check out
"American and British English spelling differences" and "Canadian English"
on Wikipedia for more of an explanation.

Believe me, making words colourful(1) by adding a U in them for extra
flavour(2) was not my choice, my dear neighbour(3) to the south.  Some
forefather's sense of humour(4) must have figured into honouring(5) the U
in the British spelling of many words.  [1,2,3,4,5...Notice any theme
there?]

On the other hand, if you want to get into E's, just ask former U.S. Vice
President Dan Quayle about his potato.  Or was that potatoe?  As for moron?
Who am I to say?  Judge not lest ye be judged.

I can hardly wait to hear from you when I accidentally pull out other
Canadian English words like centre or ensuite!

BTW, did you know Cajun is actually derived from the word Acadian.  Yeah,
people in the bayou a couple hundred years ago couldn't understand the
Acadian accent or pronounce Acadian.  They came up with Cajun when trying
to say Acadian.  [Acadia is now the Canadian maritime provinces of New
Brunswick and Nova Scotia, after our `Cajuns' were chased out by the
British.]  So with tongue firmly planted in cheek I blame that U on
Americans, spank you very much!  But enough on international relations of
the mid to late 1700's...

Hugz and kisses to any and all American readers!  Likewise to readers of
any other nationalities, especially if you live in a country that used to
be a part of the British Commonwealth and know my spelling pain!

So yeah, with that said please read of your own free will unless you are
being forced to read.  Then I'm sorry for your predicament and you may to
have to get over my use of U's.  Comments, constructive criticism, and
general feedback are still happily accepted at: phantomscorpio77@gmail.com.