Summer1989 my junior year in high school
Today I was coming back from an errand. I drove down 23rd where O Street connects. On the corner sits a small townhouse that appears to be vacant.
Back in the day it used to be a video store. This video store was owned by a gay man probably in his 50s or so.
I wouldn’t have known it even existed if it wasn’t for my junior year in high school.
I was a total fuck up when it came to my homework.
I never got into fights. Never caused any trouble. My main vice as a teen was that I just didn’t do my work. I hated school, not because I couldn’t learn but because my difficulty of learning stemmed from not having the attention span to focus on shit I had no interest in. Most of the teachers I had didn’t help the situation.
My junior year, I was told I was not going to graduate with my class. I was already graduating at a late age for being held back in grammar school. There was no way I would let this happen. No way could I have been a damn near 20 year old man graduating high school. I begged the principal for a solution. The only solution that I had, was to participate in extra classes as well as summer school my junior and senior year.
It was my junior year that I started attending summer adult school to get the credits I needed to graduate.
My trip to class would consist of me taking the buss and getting off and walking past the video store to get to the school around the block.
For almost the entire summer I never gave any thought to that video store until one day I noticed that there were some very hot guys going in and out of that shop.
One afternoon I stopped into the store after school. I checked out their movies. Nothing much different than any other video store. They had the basic comedy, horror and drama but my real curiosity was with what was behind the beaded curtain.
The first gentleman I saw was White guy with an athletic build. He looked like he was in his late 30s or so. I remember him wearing sweats and noticing how freely everything moved in his sweats. We made eye contact and smiled at each other. I remember every rack I went to he wouldn't be too far behind. I was just a few days from eighteen years old. I didn't know that I was being cruised. Hell, I didn't even know what cruising was back then.
A few minutes later a White guy with a salt and pepper, neatly trimmed goatee and tight faded blue jeans came in. He had a rugged masculine presence. he had a light blue denim shirt on that was open enough to see the white chest hairs that overflowed.
He looked around keeping his eye on me. I know this because I was busy checking him out. All this time I was in total heat not fully understanding what was going on.
I was in the center checking out comedy movies, (not really) while Sweat Pants was to the left and Salt and Pepper was to the right. I noticed Salt and Pepper giving Sweat Pants a smile after which he walked toward the back behind the beaded curtain. Sweat Pants soon followed. Now curiosity had my mind going 120 miles per hour. Every few minutes Salt and Pepper would poke his head out while he smiled at me.
I couldn't help but think they wanted me to go back with them. I cautiously migrated towards the area.
As soon as my fingers touched the beads to go through; there was this stern voice that actually startled me.
"I need to see some I. D." The 50 something year old clerk shouted. He had this stern voice and the look he gave me was one of a frown of disapproval.
I didn't say anything I just walked away from the beaded adult section. It was just about 60 seconds after that Salt and pepper came out, looked straight ahead without looking at me and headed out the door.
That night I stroked myself thinking about that sexy man with the hairy chest. I went through two pair of underwear masturbating to that guy. I hurried and started a load of laundry before my mom and dad got home to avoid questions as to why I was doing my laundry.
Going back to that location made me think back to the many initiations that have taken place in my life.
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