This place was as busy as the other had been weirdly se
Along the walls, at the bar, outback at the fire pit...upholstered leather were on a quest for identity, giant arms, bullying crotches.
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Their voices low, laughing, eyes scanning for their next assignation.
We staked out a spot and waited.
I had my eye on a tall ruddy, red haired guy wearing a fishnet shirt which called attention to his ivory skin, freckles and bubble gum colored nipples.He was also wearing a guilty pleasure of mine, black nylon parachute pants.
They were so well fitted that his ass was caressed in the best possible way but also the mysterious ample bulge.
So ample I felt a little whimper emerge when I looked at him.
Even at that early age I had already succumbed to a defeatist attitude. No amount of reassurance could help thus.
When he walked by, smiled at me and brushed his knuckles across my crotch I didn't feel any sense of confudence .
I always considered myself to be barely average and not deserving of undue attention.
I believed for a few years that I had some repulsive strawberry birthmark on my face that I couldn't see but others could.
Joe cane by and asked me if I cared to leave and I followed him to his car.
Years in the future I would return to this gathering of noble nights under very different circumstances.
Joe and I had many adventures together by as a couple we were quite volatile.
I would lose track of him after high school and not see him for forty years.
Lost in an enchanted realm we were on a quest for identity.