I will start off it plain today...I have not been able to spend time writing given a dozen other excuses but I got some tales in my library to share, so spare me the spanking please....
Geez, last time I said that was when I was in my earlier years of school. I told my teacher that I did not do the work she gave me but I did the others. She asked me why I did not do it.
"Teacher, I would had done it but I forgot."
I got spanked. Honesty does not pay. And sometimes it does.
And that was what I had with some peers of mine; the over the hill group ( no, I am not in a nursing home ) but a gathering of sort and overlooking the balcony ( at the sixth floor; no, we were not planning to jump although the building opposite had some fancy lingerie hung there..... and its too bloody far to make a view given our age, and I left my binoculars in the house.... If I were to get it and come back two things might happened; the guys left for their afternoon nap or my joints will be of concern instead of my boner. )
There we were; in the fifties and and for us, Men; we don't stressed on age. We are always young at heart and .... perhaps the mind.
Somehow the conversation ( no, it was not a discussion or we will measuring ourselves for the record...I meant how far we could peed... Give us a break, we ain't all fixated on who is bigger or not. ) moved to sex/
Wow! Sex sells and it does place markers on our hormones in the body. At our age, as someone mentioned; masturbation is akin to self check.... ( he was an engineer ). Of course we get the wise cracker that replied; My lover does that for me. Another attribute of Man, we can't stand down for most things.
Well, the conversation of sex went on. Like when we first saw porn, or how we searched for the 'playboy' magazine then..... God, we were just doing what our forefathers kept in the archive; preserving historical pages. There were the days, we used to exchange at school; in middle school, we had a network over forty classes.... and we did not exclude the teachers. It was ALL BOYS school, and no we don;t have scandals. We were decent then. It was the mind then that had extra ideas.
I recalled then the movies played at the cinema in my town was SX-18 and darned, I was only 12 then. I guess, we have our view was the posters only. When I reached 18, they took it all out from the circuits. A draw of the wrong card, I guess.
So back to the oldies, I meant us the fifties guys; as usual despite being married to our wives for over thirty years, we still dream of the one that never made it to our bed. We were like the fisherman with stretched out arms, and how the doggone fish was not caught. Anyway, the spoiler had to come from me.
"Hey, guys. Why are you all thinking of the past? For all you may be doing in your fantasy, she could had been doing it for real." I guess that hit some of them badly...but we all smiled later. The fantasy fed us some good moments. It did dawned on me then; I am all 'ah ah aha' when she could be all 'would you hurry up, you got house works to do'. Guess, I will stick to system check. Its more palatable than to reminded of the plates to wash.
Or like my friends, nothing skips their barrage of discontentment.
"Yea, I saw her last week. She is a barrel now." That was from one of the guys. Or what the other said; 'she is with half a dozen'. That line hurt another ego; "It could had been mine to name."
"I doubt she could handle me." That was a hard one, considering he still think if he had any for anyone. He was not called 'runway' for the correct reason.
"Well, I helped the tissue industry." Trust him to say that, Kleenex salesman.
"Well, I am married." That's a realist thought. "Well, I am not." That was another oldie who did not hitched. Then we never thought of him being you know what or could had been but we shared the same shower room ( did I bend over to retrieve the soap then? ) and the occasional sleep over. Well, if he was, we ain't changing team mates now. On my end I was last checked by the doctor; 'nothing to worried about. Its all fine.' I wanted to file a complaint then how can it be all fine when the doctor just shafted me with a scope there.
Well, sex may be dwindling to us but had our share before; real and unreal.... and guess what; it was all fun.
And thanks for reading this. And please wipe the floor. We don;t want CSI to pick up the evidence. Or was it Mum then who was CSI before.
"Did you smear your underwear again?"
"Uh-huh... It was coffee..."
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