February 4, 1981
This is a date that, for me, will always live in infamy.
This is the day I achieved an epiphany defining who I was and am to this day.
On this day, I finally “came out” to myself, the first step in the rocky road to sexual and lifestyle self-realization and expression.
In subsequent months, mainly due to how events went as an off-shoot to this day’s event, I tried to reconfigure my urges
John and I were two somewhat nerdy but otherwise “normal” best friends.
We walked to school together instead of taking the school bus since the bus was filled with assholes we both hated.
This allowed us to set out early enough each morning to allow a stop at the Dunkin Donuts near the high school on Cumberland Hill Road.
John would always order a chocolate chip muffin with butter and a large chocolate milk, I would order a coffee roll, heated, with a small OJ and black coffee. (Mind you, you’d think we would be heffers eating this many calories every morning but we were both fit, I was average build and John was skinny)
We were in many of the same classes together, as well as electives which we picked ourselves in order to be together. Mrs. Scanlon’s Humanities and Allied Arts, Drama Club, Science Club, Chess Club and Junior Achievement.
Junior Achievement was an evening only extra-curricular activity not run by the school, but by the JA Orginization.
It still survives today but I don’t think in the same way as it did then. Back in the early 80’s, kids (high schoolers: average age 15-18) got together with their adult corporate sponsor advisors and really created working companies that really did produce products or services. The challenge was to make the most profit for the shareholders and win oodles of prizes and awards.
On this night John, the Vice President of Marketing for our JA company and I, the President, were slated to make a sales presentation to our “friendly competitor” JA company “Clippers Products” (or something like that).
We were trying to get the company to buy our personalized silkscreen t-shirt products that read “I’m An Achiever!” with the JA logo to the side across the chest.
We got a ride from our friend Renault who was in the Clippers company. His mom drove. (Neither John or I had licences yet)
The Clippers held their meetings at their corporate sponsor’s headquarters...the high-security, sprawling campus of the CVS Corporation world headquarters. Yes, CVS Pharmacy, that CVS.
We had to wait to get into the inner rooms of the main building to make our presentation; the security guard had to get approval from the JA advisor inside before we could be let in. So, we waited in the lobby.
John and I sat together on the sectional sofa in the lounge.
Suddenly, without warning, he giggled and covered his crotch with a magazine from the coffee table.
I thought it might be something funny in the magazine so I pulled it from him...he had an obvious boner trying to poke through his khakis.
Immediately, I sprange one too.
We stared at each other...
He got up and asked the guard if he could go to the restoom...I immediately followed.
In the stall of the mens room, we pulled each others pants down and grasped each others cocks.
I attempted to kiss John on the mouth but he gently, but firmly, pushed my head down south...past his neck, past his smooth chest, past his flat stomach, to his throbbing dick.
But before I attempted to engulf his dick in one fell swoop, I looked up to him and honestly said...”I Love You”.
This freaked him out and he immediately pulled up his pants and left the restroom.
We met later just before the presentation...got through it (which we considered successful since we sold many T-shirts) and got back into the car on the ride home.
It was February in a cheap car in New England so, not unusually, we were sitting in the back seat of the car with a big afghan over us to keep us warm.
Then John silently, without even looking at me, reached under the blanket to my crotch and began to squeeze. And, of course, I returned the favor.
Later that night as I lie in bed I could not make heads or tails of the situation but the more positive side of me believed that maybe...just maybe we could be lovers forever!!
The next day at lunch in school, John made clear that we were never to speak of the this again. I was crushed. Was he rejecting me??
But, within a week or two, we were at it again and we would continue with this odd lust/anxst relationship for quite a few months more.
Though the relationship with John never worked out, I count him as my cherry busting. Though we never actually “fucked” in this year, I consider the sexual encounters that we did have soon after this event as my first...thus, to this day, I consider, John as my first love with whom I popped my cherry.
This is a date that, for me, will always live in infamy.
This is the day I achieved an epiphany defining who I was and am to this day.
On this day, I finally “came out” to myself, the first step in the rocky road to sexual and lifestyle self-realization and expression.
In subsequent months, mainly due to how events went as an off-shoot to this day’s event, I tried to reconfigure my urges
John and I were two somewhat nerdy but otherwise “normal” best friends.
We walked to school together instead of taking the school bus since the bus was filled with assholes we both hated.
This allowed us to set out early enough each morning to allow a stop at the Dunkin Donuts near the high school on Cumberland Hill Road.
John would always order a chocolate chip muffin with butter and a large chocolate milk, I would order a coffee roll, heated, with a small OJ and black coffee. (Mind you, you’d think we would be heffers eating this many calories every morning but we were both fit, I was average build and John was skinny)
We were in many of the same classes together, as well as electives which we picked ourselves in order to be together. Mrs. Scanlon’s Humanities and Allied Arts, Drama Club, Science Club, Chess Club and Junior Achievement.
Junior Achievement was an evening only extra-curricular activity not run by the school, but by the JA Orginization.
It still survives today but I don’t think in the same way as it did then. Back in the early 80’s, kids (high schoolers: average age 15-18) got together with their adult corporate sponsor advisors and really created working companies that really did produce products or services. The challenge was to make the most profit for the shareholders and win oodles of prizes and awards.
On this night John, the Vice President of Marketing for our JA company and I, the President, were slated to make a sales presentation to our “friendly competitor” JA company “Clippers Products” (or something like that).
We were trying to get the company to buy our personalized silkscreen t-shirt products that read “I’m An Achiever!” with the JA logo to the side across the chest.
We got a ride from our friend Renault who was in the Clippers company. His mom drove. (Neither John or I had licences yet)
The Clippers held their meetings at their corporate sponsor’s headquarters...the high-security, sprawling campus of the CVS Corporation world headquarters. Yes, CVS Pharmacy, that CVS.
We had to wait to get into the inner rooms of the main building to make our presentation; the security guard had to get approval from the JA advisor inside before we could be let in. So, we waited in the lobby.
John and I sat together on the sectional sofa in the lounge.
Suddenly, without warning, he giggled and covered his crotch with a magazine from the coffee table.
I thought it might be something funny in the magazine so I pulled it from him...he had an obvious boner trying to poke through his khakis.
Immediately, I sprange one too.
We stared at each other...
He got up and asked the guard if he could go to the restoom...I immediately followed.
In the stall of the mens room, we pulled each others pants down and grasped each others cocks.
I attempted to kiss John on the mouth but he gently, but firmly, pushed my head down south...past his neck, past his smooth chest, past his flat stomach, to his throbbing dick.
But before I attempted to engulf his dick in one fell swoop, I looked up to him and honestly said...”I Love You”.
This freaked him out and he immediately pulled up his pants and left the restroom.
We met later just before the presentation...got through it (which we considered successful since we sold many T-shirts) and got back into the car on the ride home.
It was February in a cheap car in New England so, not unusually, we were sitting in the back seat of the car with a big afghan over us to keep us warm.
Then John silently, without even looking at me, reached under the blanket to my crotch and began to squeeze. And, of course, I returned the favor.
Later that night as I lie in bed I could not make heads or tails of the situation but the more positive side of me believed that maybe...just maybe we could be lovers forever!!
The next day at lunch in school, John made clear that we were never to speak of the this again. I was crushed. Was he rejecting me??
But, within a week or two, we were at it again and we would continue with this odd lust/anxst relationship for quite a few months more.
Though the relationship with John never worked out, I count him as my cherry busting. Though we never actually “fucked” in this year, I consider the sexual encounters that we did have soon after this event as my first...thus, to this day, I consider, John as my first love with whom I popped my cherry.