I was born in a small town in Maryland where I lived till I was eighteen. I never got along with my father who used to abuse me mentally as my mother was too docile to stand up to my father's cruelity. I had a younger brother and sister who did not care if I existed or not since they were my parents favourites.
Actually, I used to hae a terrible temper when I was a child. One day my sister and I were fighting over something silly when I started to hit her and I could not stop myself. That was one of the most terrifying night of my childhood, as I could not sleep since I was worried about my sister. I made a promise to God that I would try to contain my temper especially among females. I never realized that I was capable of so much violence!
In highschool, I was five feet eight. Just an average looking guy with medium length, brown hair and light blue eyes. Girls seemed to find me attractive as I had no problems in getting my urges fulfilled. Highschool was a time to get drunk and getting laid as many times as possible. Despite that I even found an afterschool job working for a toy company. I was good with my hands -building wooden blocks and constructing wooden toys.
When I finished highschool I decided to move to San Francisco. I had to get away from my overbearing parents who did not understand me and who constantly reminded me of what I did to my sister. Besides that, I needed to see the real world and what a better way than to start fresh somewhere new.
I did not know anybody there when I first arrived. Fortunately, I got odd jobs from waiting tables to doing physical labour as a construction worker -just to earn a living so I could keep a roof over my head and eat. One night, I was hanging around a local bar having a few after work beers where I meet a couple interesting guys. Somehow, we ended up drunk at their place.
I woke up the next afternoon with an awful headache and I did not know where I was. All I knew, I was naked in bed surrounded by these two guys who were equally not attired. At first, I wanted to jump out of bed and pretended that this was not happening to me but they awoke.
One of these guys suddenly put his arms around me as he tried to comfort me. I just laid there frozen as the other one began to stroke my penis making it very erect. I started to freak out! Yelling obscenties at them but they just kept on touching me. I never felt aroused like that before and I was scared. Telling me, everything would be fine as they started to kiss me -everywhere! The next thing I knew I was in the middle of having sex with these two guys.
They were actually gentle and caring lovers. Realizing this was a new sensation to me, as they were very sensitive to my own needs. Actually, they were better than some of the girls I had in highschool who only wanted a "quickie" in a deserted corner -standing up.
Later on, I found out they were singers who had recently formed a band called "Village People". They had a manager and had recently recorded an album. They were beginning to promote themselves by playing at the local bars and nightclubs and were getting alot of airplay by the local disc jockeys.
Somehow, I ended up moving in with the guys and in doing so, I took care of their every needs. I would watch them play and eventually gain their fame as the "Village People". Actually their hit "Macho Man" was written about me by the guys as I were friends with all of them. I was known to replace the guy who wore the construction outfit since I looked exactly like him. This occurred frequently near the end when he was always "high" on drugs.
This did not last too long since their fame was fleeting. I got tired of them and their life in the fast lane. Alcohol and drugs -all day and night became a turn off. I craved for a simpler life as I went back to my roots as I found myself back in Maryland.
I decided that this time around I wanted to work for myself as I opened up my own business. Doing home improvements, finishing basements, trim work, etc. whatever people needed. I was a jack-of-all-trades! I was busy but the hassle of the paperwork out weighted the advantage of being one's own boss as time passes.
I found time to do alot of socializing on the weekends when I celebrated as a job was finished. I was kept very busy at the local bars where I became a legend of sorts. I still had not lost my ability to score with the opposite sex since I even had a few while living with the guys, as they were too busy to keep me entertain all the time.
At one point, I even thought I met the right woman as she moved in with me. She was alright as a cook and housekeeper but her real asset was in bed. Other than she was not worth it! As I used to call her bitch and sometimes my sexy wench. But the novelity of her presence soon worn off as we began to constantly argue over everything. She finally moved out and i was glad that I never married her.
My next roommate was male and into punk rock. We did not see much of each other since I got fed up at being my own boss. So I got out and found a job at a construction company doing a little of everything.
One day while at work, I was standing on a platform when I lost my balance and had a nice fall. My back was hurt and I needed therapy for my back. It was months later as I was returning from the doctor after being fitted for a back brace, when I was side-swiped causing more damage to my back. The pain at times became so excruciating at times, I began to take more than the prescribed dosage in order to get some relief. Actually, they say I need back surgery but I can not foresee myself being out of commission for at least a year.
Later on, my punk rock roommate was out one night. It was dark outside as two men surrounded him. They took out knives and demanded him to hand over his wallet. My roommate was either being brave or being stupid told them to get lost. The next thing he knew they were beating him up. Somehow there was a struggle and my roommate ended up stabbing one of the guys to death. When the other guy saw what happened to his accomplice he ran. My psychotic roommate was not charged since it was done in self-defense. I eventually moved out as I found myself a new roommate who is a bricklayer.
My new roommate loved to go out and get plastered on the weekends and I would sometimes joined him. But recently I started to become a couch potato as I lay on the couch watching television with a cold beer in hand. One strange weekend I found myself doing a striptease act and was actually asked to return on the weekend.
You would not believe how excited frustrated women can be as they stuff money down my g-string. Sometimes a few would take a few more liberties than the others as they let their fingers do some unchartered exploration. They really loved me performing my construction worker act as I showed-off all my muscles to their advantage. You should hear the ladies scream! The money they stuff in my g-string would surprise you. Some of these women can really be "hot" in bed.
Then one day as a couple of guys and I were finishing up, doing odds and ends on a house that was settled that day, I met this girl. She was not actually a girl but a lady in her late twenties. She was older than all of us but looked like she was fourteen. We were all in the garage drinking our usual Friday after work beers as she walked into the garage. One of the guys who had a little too much to drink started to talk to her. I could see it in her eyes that she was wondering if it was safe to talk to us as she glanced around and sees that we already had a few. She hesitates at first but she begins to talk to us. I did not say much as the other guy who had too much to drink, tried to make a play for her. He kept asking her if she wanted a beer telling her it weas ice cold since it was hot outside but she declined saying she does not like it but prefer vodka. At one point, I even tried to play big brother by assuring her that she did not have to have one if she did not want one. She finally left when someone called her. I decided it was a good time to leave when she entered the house. It struck me as being strange that she was wearing a dress and dress shoes -to move in!
Next morning I stil had some odd jobs to complete on the house. This time she was wearing shorts as walks in the garage as I was working. We exchange hellos. Then I asked if the guys behaved themselves after I left. She says by the time she got back out they were gone or that what she thought as she then heard a horn blown and it was the guys who then waved to her. From then on we started to talk as she even were helpful at times. Before I knew it the afternoon flew by, as I would have normally left hours ago.
This house had numerous things to be fixed as I was at her house for the next two weeks. But she was normally at work when I made my appearance to fix things. One morning I did caught her before she left for work as she was the one who answered the door and ushered me in. I had gone back out to my pick-up truck to get something as she left for work. We waved good bye to each other. One day I even questioned her sister-in-law, who I thought was her mother, by asking her how many children she has lines.
I do not know what made me offer my services to finish their basement for a nominal fee. Could it be for the money or was it really so I could be in her company? I was not sure and still am not sure about my motives. It was interesting to see what she would actually end up wearing since she would rarely change clothes that she wore to work. My favourites were her mini skirts which showed off her sexy legs. She could wear a dress to watch spackling being done. She was not afraid to be dirty and would look very intense in watching every detail. I kidded that she was my supervisor and making sure things were done right.
Her family would visit us at times. I was always picked on by her nephew and niece besides the rest of her family. They would find fault with everything I had done. Not an easy group to please and sometimes I wonder why I put up with all their abuse. But they were nice people. One day I had asked her out and she thought I was joking so she did not take me seriously. I vowed that I would not ask her out again so she could not turn me down again. I did not realized that I was a game to her. She would phone me all times of the day just to talk or check up on me. Sometimes I would end up talking to her nephew and niece and she would just let them to me without yelling at them to get off the phone. At odd times she would even have a conversation with my roommate whom she met a couple times when he helped with the drywall and who propositioned her over the phone.
She was a nice person even though I told her she was mean. I knew I would not get anywhere with her even though I tried to push my luck at times but she was in control at all times. Even now as I have finished their basement, she would call up and check up on the both of us. She even sent me a card when I was laid up with a body cast for ten days and had them all signed it. Not many people would be that thoughtful.
I could never really tell her about my weekends and that she thought I just ended up getting drunk. I used to tell her that I was in the triple digits when it camed to the ladies but I usually did not like talking about myself. She was someone I could not have although I tried at times. One of the few who got away from me.