A Gift, of Sorts (sexual content)

In 1965 when I was 16 years old, I was living alone with my father who was very much a bachelor. He would have been 38 at that time and he was a car salesman who was successful in both his work and play. His male friends were kind of connected, if you know what I mean, and there were poker games where these goodfellas would play and drink and laugh quite a bit. In truth, they were a fun bunch, but there were always the dark secrets that came with these guys, and my father worked to stay on their good side. I’m not sure what his contribution was to this group but it probably had something to do with his work as a car salesman. He was more than a little interesting, my father, and his rough edges needed the kind of smoothing that would keep him away from the apartment for long periods at a time, and I was largely left to fend for myself. This was a lonely time in my life and I recall that I had made arrangements to visit my mother who was living in upstate New York. As the trip was approaching, my father told me to make sure I was home the following night as he had a “surprise” going away gift for me.

While I didn’t know for sure what was the surprise was going to be, I do recall thinking it was going to be most unusual, and my anticipation became quite intense as the day moved slowly into night. I was most excited when I heard the door open and my father coming up the stairs with someone else.

She was absolutely gorgeous, and her name was Ruth. Long blonde hair, 23 years old, and about 5 ft 4 inches. After a brief introduction, my father left the apartment and I was alone with Ruth. My heart was racing and my mind was numb when she started to kiss me. This kissing lasted for some time and she was very complimentary. Although I wasn’t a virgin (what can I say, call me lucky), I never imagined that I would be with a grown woman, and one this beautiful and sexy was beyond belief. After several minutes Ruth suggested that we move into my bedroom, and without any hesitation I stood to show her the way.

She undressed herself and then she undressed me. Her naked body was superb, and her breasts were perfect, arching slightly upward. I was so excited I could hardly breathe, and we were kissing when she climbed on top of me and guided my screaming penis inside of her. It lasted 6 seconds. Give or take 2 seconds. What, at 16 I should have known about restraint and timing? She was wonderful about it all and suggested that we wait a bit and try it again. I was kind of freaked at this point, having lost it so quickly and not really knowing what to do now. During the time that we spent in my bedroom, my father had returned and retreated to his bedroom, where he would wait for Ruth. She was very tender with me and very kind with her words. Right before she got dressed she kissed me for several minutes and told me she wanted to give me a piece of advice. “Always go down on a woman, you have fabulous lips”.

In the morning I peeked into my father’s room and saw them sleeping together. I wasn’t freaked out and wasn’t damaged. It was another era, a time when a misguided father might do something like that for his son. Today, of course, this would be considered way over the top. I never could arrange something like that for my son, and although he is a grown man now, when he was 16 he was, in my eyes, still a child.

My father didn’t know any better, and he just wanted to do something nice for his son. The gift was extended, accepted, consumed, and is forever a part of me.

Many years ago I was attending some State sponsored training for Social Case Workers, and I relayed this story during that training. It is fair to say that everyone was horrified that a father would do that to a boy of 16. I didn’t feel abused, but I also understood their outrage. My father was piece of work, and I still think about Ruth.

© 2013 Michael Fiveson

Two Odd Beauties (6 photos)

As Judy and I were traveling a country road, I drove past two of the most unusual looking animals I have ever seen. A quick U-turn brought me back, but by then they had retreated to the back of the property. As I waited, they saw me and started to move in my direction.slow walk At first they walked slowly but it was clear they were coming to say hello…

moving alongThey looked like small donkeys or burrows with psychedelic markings …..

cutest pair everBy now there were two large Chow dogs at the fence barking at me, so I stood back…..

I love them They picked up their pace and were about to be at the fence to say hello. I was excited…

here at lastRegrettably, the dogs kept me at bay or I would have put my hands all over these two…

looking sillyAs I said goodbye they responded by shaking their pretty heads and acting silly. It was great meeting them and I now know where they live. Next time they get treats.

© 2013 Michael Fiveson

Newest Friend, Part Two

I returned to visit my curious little friend to find him moving slowly. There is another little burro there who came to me quickly while my friend approached more carefully.I gave the healthier burro with the dark face some sugar cubes but could not get my little friend to come close enough to take one and when I tossed one to him he showed no interest. He was not moving well and I wondered if the dark burro didn’t rule this roost..

When it came time for me to leave I told my little friend I would return soon with some apples or carrots and told him to be well. This odd little burro has a real cute face.

© 2012 Michael Fiveson

Newest Friend

My newest friend was in a field with other animals and walked right over to me….

This may be a miniature version of whatever it is (Burro?) and I thought he was cute in an odd sort of way. A full view of his other side reveals this very curious sight….

I think he looks completely stitched together like a Frankenstein Burro and appears to be made of several different parts. There is that odd flap of skin on his neck and his head does not belong to that body. And then there is the very odd rump.

© 2012 Michael Fiveson