Before I had sex as a kid I only kind of thought about sex….every now and then.. You know, late at night, or when I saw a smoking hot girl expose her breast in the latest 80’s Hollywood blood bath. But after getting some…I knew I had hit tenure because when it came to this sex thing, I was in it for life. It wasn’t long after my girlfriend and I had sex for the first time that the flood gates seemingly opened…we went from not doing anything at all, to practically fucking everyday!! And I do mean everyday!! Little did I know at the time that this would be my first taste of addiction, and I failed it miserably.
I hate addiction. I always have. What most people don’t know about me that I was a 80’s child. I was raised during the time when that cunt Nancy Reagan decided to make kids “Just say no” This was a bullshit campaign started in the 80‘s with good intentions, but ended up like a lot of things do in this country…just another excuse to throw a nigga in jail.. My entire childhood I was raised to believe that ALL Drugs…all of them are bad. And I believed this hook line and sinker because my parents were both addicts in one way or another, and I knew even as a child that I didn’t want to be like them. (More on them later.)
After having sex a few times here and there at my girlfriends house we decided that we wanted to kick up our “sex game” I guess because soon we were ditching school for the soul purpose of going to my apartment to fuck all day! School started at 8am, my father didn’t even go to work until 9:30am some days. What did we do until then? Sometimes we went to breakfast, but since we were broke ass kids, more often then not, we simply hid out in my parents 2nd car. The ride was broken piece of shit that my dad was always fixing for my mom. Every time we ditched I would watch my father literally walk past the car we were in on the way to his vehicle. All he ever had to do was turn his head and look at his car and he would have seen us every time…but he never did. Once he was gone, we simply walked inside and started fucking,,,nuff said.
Not to say my dad was like some idiot night guardsman or something because eventually he did catch us. The sad part is, that he really didn’t have to work that hard to do so as it turns out. The way he caught us…he simply came home early one day and walked right in on us. It was really embarrassing for my girlfriend because of the compromising position my father discovered us in.
Right when he walked in my girlfriend was in the middle of performing fallacio. My dad didn’t say anything surprisingly, he simply closed the door, and walked out for a few moments. My girlfriend of course freaked out.
“Oh my god, oh my god” I remember her saying over and over. She was all panicked and running around, she didn’t know what to do with herself. “He’s going to tell my dad. “ She kept saying over and over again as well. (Side note: I’m cracking up laughing as I write this.)
Shortly afterwards, I took her home, and tried to calm her down. After I dropped her off, I took the longest walk home in history. I wasn’t in too much of a rush to get back there because I knew my father was waiting on me for our talk…I walked around for about an hour, but eventually I had to go home. It’s not like a had a car, or any money…so I went home and faced the music.
When I got home I remember my father was stripped down to nothing but his tiny white underwear and nothing else. (My father often did this…despite my entire families many objections.) I’m not saying this to be funny, but often times the man had holes and dookie stains in his underwear.
Stripped down I thought my father was ready for action when I came home…but surprisingly my dad, my guardian, my idol…never said a single word to me about the incident. And that’s lasted to this very day! Looking back now, I believe that was a major fail by my father. Because this was just before it all started. Maybe if my dad simply had a conversation with me about girls, and safe sex, the entire nightmare that was to come could have been prevented. This was before all the rape charges and abortions were handed out. This was before sugar got put in my gas tank , before I joined the army to keep myself from going to prison, before my son would kidnapped. It all started a few months after that very day….I know this now. Why? Because only a few short months after receiving head on my living room couch, I was sitting on that same couch watching my girlfriend cry because her E.P.T. pregnancy test had a plus on it instead of a minus. “What am I going to do?” She kept asking me. I had no clue…I was only 16 years old.
TO BE CONTINUED…
I didn’t get to the touchy subject about my children on this blog due to length…I’ll save it for next time!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Dissecting Mo
I don’t know what it is really…maybe it’s because I just turned 31, but I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting on my life lately. Where I’ve been, the things I’ve done. All the good stuff, all the bad stuff. If you sum all of it together…and really look at my story, and hear what I was thinking at the time.. you can actually dissect me. You could use this information to break me down, You can understand my views on life, and quite simply why I am the way that I am.
It is this reason alone I titled my first series of blogs “Dissecting Mo” Because it’s all about me. But it’s really all for you. These are my writings, so obviously these are my opinions, and my views, so I will write them as such. Since this is my story I will not be apologetic I’ll just simply state the facts and move on. If your name is mentioned, and you dislike what I had to say…”So?” I say that simply because I really don’t give a shit.
This blog is about my life…not my entire life, just teenage years, and the past 10 years. I’ve always believed that we truly lived by decades. I believe that every ten years you start a new portion of your life. Ages 1-10 you’re just a kid. 10-20 you go from being a kid to learning to be a man. 20-30 Should be the time where you have your wild adventures, but basically you should be getting your shit together. 30-40 - This is it. No more play time. You should already have your shit together, but it’s not the end of the world if you don’t. But just know this, If you don’t get your shit together here…you’re a fuck up for the rest of your life!
So with that being said…lets pull out our scalpels and start cutting my life open.
The first time I had sex I was only 16 years old. It was not the first time though that I actually penetrated a woman though. I was only 14 when that happened. I’m not going to go into much detail, I’ll just say this, she wasn’t a virgin, she didn’t know how old I was, and I didn’t get the chance to ejaculate. I don’t count it once again because If you know anything about fucking…then you’d already know that fucking and not coming is not sex, it’s actually worse then nothing…because that’s all your left with, a wet hard dick, and nothing else!
The sex I consider to be my first time was with my first serious girl friend. I say the word “serious” because prior to that relationship all my girlfriends were girlfriends in name only. We didn’t kiss, or have sex, or anything for that matter. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but I was afraid of girls. They liked me…I wasn’t a ugly kid, and because of my size. I hit 6’1 when I was only 13 years old. Because of this fact people often thought I was a lot older then I was.
But I was just a kid, you can even tell by listening to my first ever sex story.
The first time I had sex was at my girlfriend’s apartment. Her mother was gone (I’m sure your shocked by that revelation) But we were not alone. In the living room was my girlfriends brother, and his girlfriend. I laugh when I write this because, his THEN girlfriend would later go on to become my wife for over ten years!! Fun Fact: Both ladies are still friends to this day!
We were in the room messing around as we often did back then. You see, I knew way back then, exactly what I know now…girls like sex. They might not be as open as boys are about it. (It’s because of the double standard that society puts on them.) But they love to fuck!! They want sex just as badly, if not even more so then guys do! They might deny it in public, but get them alone…and out come the knee pads.
At this point I had tried multiple times to have sex with my girlfriend…but for one reason or another, she shot me down as far as going all the way was concerned. But on that particular day for some reason, maybe it was something in the air, or maybe she was just tired of denying herself, but she basically told me that she wanted to do it. We were in the back room messing around a little, but nothing major…Because I honestly didn’t want to have sex on that particular morning. Why you ask? Because I didn’t want to miss the animated world series premiere of Spiderman!!!
That’s right, I didn’t want to fuck because I wanted to watch cartoons instead! Naturally I wasn’t very good. I honestly don’t think I lasted 60 seconds. But I do know this….I had the best orgasm of my life that day! Come on, It was my first ever…and still the best one, and for that reason alone, my first girlfriend will always have a warm place in my heart.
See, we were kids and had no business fucking.
To be continued...
Next time : I’ll write about what my dad said to me after he found out I was having sex. How sex impacted my life….and a finally a very touchy subject…My thoughts on my daughters eventually having sex.
It is this reason alone I titled my first series of blogs “Dissecting Mo” Because it’s all about me. But it’s really all for you. These are my writings, so obviously these are my opinions, and my views, so I will write them as such. Since this is my story I will not be apologetic I’ll just simply state the facts and move on. If your name is mentioned, and you dislike what I had to say…”So?” I say that simply because I really don’t give a shit.
This blog is about my life…not my entire life, just teenage years, and the past 10 years. I’ve always believed that we truly lived by decades. I believe that every ten years you start a new portion of your life. Ages 1-10 you’re just a kid. 10-20 you go from being a kid to learning to be a man. 20-30 Should be the time where you have your wild adventures, but basically you should be getting your shit together. 30-40 - This is it. No more play time. You should already have your shit together, but it’s not the end of the world if you don’t. But just know this, If you don’t get your shit together here…you’re a fuck up for the rest of your life!
So with that being said…lets pull out our scalpels and start cutting my life open.
The first time I had sex I was only 16 years old. It was not the first time though that I actually penetrated a woman though. I was only 14 when that happened. I’m not going to go into much detail, I’ll just say this, she wasn’t a virgin, she didn’t know how old I was, and I didn’t get the chance to ejaculate. I don’t count it once again because If you know anything about fucking…then you’d already know that fucking and not coming is not sex, it’s actually worse then nothing…because that’s all your left with, a wet hard dick, and nothing else!
The sex I consider to be my first time was with my first serious girl friend. I say the word “serious” because prior to that relationship all my girlfriends were girlfriends in name only. We didn’t kiss, or have sex, or anything for that matter. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but I was afraid of girls. They liked me…I wasn’t a ugly kid, and because of my size. I hit 6’1 when I was only 13 years old. Because of this fact people often thought I was a lot older then I was.
But I was just a kid, you can even tell by listening to my first ever sex story.
The first time I had sex was at my girlfriend’s apartment. Her mother was gone (I’m sure your shocked by that revelation) But we were not alone. In the living room was my girlfriends brother, and his girlfriend. I laugh when I write this because, his THEN girlfriend would later go on to become my wife for over ten years!! Fun Fact: Both ladies are still friends to this day!
We were in the room messing around as we often did back then. You see, I knew way back then, exactly what I know now…girls like sex. They might not be as open as boys are about it. (It’s because of the double standard that society puts on them.) But they love to fuck!! They want sex just as badly, if not even more so then guys do! They might deny it in public, but get them alone…and out come the knee pads.
At this point I had tried multiple times to have sex with my girlfriend…but for one reason or another, she shot me down as far as going all the way was concerned. But on that particular day for some reason, maybe it was something in the air, or maybe she was just tired of denying herself, but she basically told me that she wanted to do it. We were in the back room messing around a little, but nothing major…Because I honestly didn’t want to have sex on that particular morning. Why you ask? Because I didn’t want to miss the animated world series premiere of Spiderman!!!
That’s right, I didn’t want to fuck because I wanted to watch cartoons instead! Naturally I wasn’t very good. I honestly don’t think I lasted 60 seconds. But I do know this….I had the best orgasm of my life that day! Come on, It was my first ever…and still the best one, and for that reason alone, my first girlfriend will always have a warm place in my heart.
See, we were kids and had no business fucking.
To be continued...
Next time : I’ll write about what my dad said to me after he found out I was having sex. How sex impacted my life….and a finally a very touchy subject…My thoughts on my daughters eventually having sex.
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