I was confused, worried, and I didn’t trust what I was
reading one bit.
“Meet me at the house, naked, it’s a surprise!”
This was so off-brand for her. She was not, is not, never was a sexter. Hell, I got shut down if I used the word ‘pussy’
in bed,.
Nevertheless, I cancelled my afternoon inspection, swung by
the warehouse, dropped of my exterminator truck, took a shower and headed home.
I pulled into the garage and undressed, still doubting.
My wife was on the left, two beautiful naked friends next to
her, each one more tanned than the other.
I was instantly hard, and almost fainted as I leaned in and kissed
the closest cheek, soft warm and inviting.
She turned over in shock!
“What the hell is your husband doing here?”
Like I said, totally off brand. (140)
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“Are you gay?” my father asked.
“No dad.” I hung my head in shame, unable to live up to my
old man’s expectations, again.
“Then why won’t you do it?” He asked, derision dripping from
his lips as we stood in the driveway. “I
paid for everything.”
“I’m just no good with my hands,” I fought to control my
voice, “I make a mess of things and nobody’s happy with the result.”
“Well son, It just takes practice.” He tried, and failed, to
be convincing. “It took me a couple of tries to get it right, and then your
mother, Rest in Peace, drove up in that 1962 Fire Red Corvair and I knew
what to do.
“Yea, but you were always good with your hands, you play
piano, you even paint a little.” I sighed, “I’m not like that. You know, I tried with Jennifer, but I barely
got started and I bit my tongue when I hurt my knuckle, and then we had to stop
because I startled her and she banged her head.
It was awful.”
He shook his head.
“The worst part was that word got around school and none of
the girls would give me the time of day.
But oh, yes, they’ll call Big Hands Jimmy.” I fell silent,
remembering the humiliation.
I gave my dad a hug, he hugged me back.
“I’m sorry I wasted your time.”
“No son, that’s OK,” He looked up at the house, the garage,
my broken car that I couldn’t fix, “sometimes we show our manhood in different
ways. Not everyone can fix cars.”
He walked away, sad that his son’s hands didn’t show the
branding marks of a lifetime with tools in his hands.
“Hmph,” I grunted in a very manly way, “Not a man?”
I walked in, refreshed my Crypto-tracker, up 17% on the
month.
I walked into the bedroom, my friends were tanned, rested,
and ready.
“My dad doesn’t think I’m a man.” I said, turning on all
four video cameras, “Let’s prove him wrong.” (340)
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OK, perhaps not my best work on a week when I even got to
pick the picture. To be honest I think most men are intimidated by multiple
partners. We worry about how long we can last and whether we can please one
woman much less two or three. I think what I like to try but I think we're all
afraid of how it would really turn out.
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