THE SWIMMING HOLE
When I was in high school and would go down to Western Kentucky {Calvert City — yee haw!} to visit family during the summer we’d hit the swimming hole almost every day.
My kin had a crick that ran through their property with a swimming hole right near their house that we’d all pack off to and swim nekkid in on hot summer days.
And it was here, after a couple of hours of water fights and general teenage rough housing and tomfoolery that we’d invariably top off the day with a group jack-off session that could, from time to time and depending upon the participants, devolve to a group suck and fuck session.
Needless to say, almost all the parties involved have gone on to live closeted heterosexual marriage, child rearing, and church deaconing lives in the same Marshall County Kentucky town that they grew up in.
So sad too. Because some of those boys were so fucking gorgeous they would have been superstars in a city like New York or LA.
Well, maybe not superstars, but certainly porn stars.
Oh well, at least I managed to get a piece of some of them before they settled down to their lives of quiet desperation with their wives and ill-behaved, inbred children.
May 1st, 2012 at 6:49 am
Ah well, console yourself that they probably look like shit now! All paunchy, wrinkled, over-weight and out of shape. You had them at their best; young and fine!
May 1st, 2012 at 8:04 am
I second Sue’s post, I have seen what the guys I went to school look like now and it ain’t pretty….their poor wives!!!! It’s kind of sad that a majority of straight guys peak around 18-21 while us gay boys are just getting into our prime in our 40′s and 50′s!
May 1st, 2012 at 11:20 am
I wanna be chief tick inspector!
May 1st, 2012 at 11:25 am
In the nouveau world of over sharing, I find it interesting/odd/creepy/slightly titillating that the resident hottie in high school (1989) who refused a blow job from me, yet received one from the band drum major, now weighs over 300 pounds and has his own Face Book group highlighting the very intimate details of his rectal cancer and treatment.
May 1st, 2012 at 12:38 pm
“the hour of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower…”
May 1st, 2012 at 4:55 pm
While being overly vain isn’t the greatest of human traits, the fact that a lot of gay men AREN’T monogamous, and therefore have to keep enticing new men to fuck, and therefore give a damn about their looks well past the age when heteros give up, is a big reason why by age 30, you can probably tell if a man is gay if he takes physical care of himself (and does not earn a living doing something physically demanding or based on his looks)
May 1st, 2012 at 10:43 pm
I want to go to there.
May 2nd, 2012 at 4:52 am
Hey Scott–you never know–one (or more) of them may be quietly following your blog and hoping for a repeat performance. Or at least some meaningful conversation.
May 4th, 2012 at 6:34 pm
Such a nice photo with pretty colours and flowers and stuff…
(Michael, that was so funny.)