Tag: Body Parts

        Here I sit in a room full of senior gay citizens who perhaps
metaphorically are drooling over the potential erotic stories that today’s
topic “body parts” could inspire me and others to write.  Well as much as I hate to fall into the
obvious nature of this topic I will share at least one body-part story not
previously related.

One
day when I was about 5 ½ years old, my Aunt and Uncle Phillips along with my 5-year
old cousin, Timmy, visited my family.  It
was decided that they would be spending the night with us, so Timmy and I ended
up sharing my bed.  This was the first
time I recall anyone sharing my bed with me so there was some adjustment to be
made to the falling asleep routine.  He
and I began talking quietly about whatever came to our minds.  By this age I had been traumatically fixated
on my small body part and very curious about other’s equivalent parts.  As a result, I eventually suggested that we
play a game where we would take turns naming body parts.  Timmy agreed to play.  So we began with all the standard parts:
head, shoulders, knees, and toes; each taking turns naming one part at a
time.  It soon became rather funny so we
would laugh together after naming each part.

Upon
exhausting all the possibilities except one small part; it was Timmy’s turn to
name the last small part.  He didn’t want
to name it so he would say there aren’t any more parts; and we’d laughed.  I told him yes there was; and we’d
laugh.  We ended up laughing ourselves to
sleep and never did name that part.

The
next morning at the breakfast table, my Aunt Marion told everyone that we had
been doing a lot of laughing in my room last night.  She then asked what we were laughing
about.  I hadn’t learned about lying my
way out of difficult situations yet so I told her that we had just been naming
body parts and it was funny.  Nothing
further was said about it by anyone.

The
largest body part I ever wrestled with was tubular, weighed about 15 pounds,
and was at least 7-feet long from beginning to the rear orifice.  Of course I’m speaking of the exhaust pipe
and muffler I had to attach to the body of my 1952 jeep wagon.

When
the hood latch broke off, I went out and obtained the spring loaded hood clamps
that were used on the jeeps of WW2. 
Installing them was easy.  The
purchase and installation of the muffler, tail pipe, and hood clamps I did all
myself; and without adult supervision. 
At one point I even had to change the universal joint on the drive
shaft.

Another
body part I was involved with was rather personal and fun.  A few high school girls and boys also liked
it, but most preferred their own.  This
body part was about 5’ 10-½“ and weighed about 150 pounds.  In reality there were two body parts.  The first was the body part of “Grandpa
Kwimper” in the high school play of “Pioneer
Go Home”.  (The movie “Follow that Dream” starring Elvis
Presley is the same story.)  The second
body part was the body of “Tom Jones”
of the high school play of the same name based on Henry Fielding’s famous novel
with the same title.  Other than the
occasional Boy Scout skit, these two plays represent my only venture into the
world of entertainment.

I was born in June of 1948 in Los Angeles, living first in Lawndale
and then in Redondo Beach.  Just prior to
turning 8 years old in 1956, I was sent to live with my grandparents on their
farm in Isanti County, Minnesota for two years during which time my parents
divorced.

When united with my mother and stepfather two years later
in 1958, I lived first at Emerald Bay and then at South Lake Tahoe, California,
graduating from South Tahoe High School in 1966.  After three tours of duty with the Air Force,
I moved to Denver, Colorado where I lived with my wife and four children until
her passing away from complications of breast cancer four days after the 9-11-2001
terrorist attack.

I came out as a gay man in the summer of 2010.   I find writing these memories to be
therapeutic.

My story blog is, TheTahoeBoy.Blogspot.com.