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Location: UK, in Devon
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Over the last couple of weeks I've met four young teenagers, all of whom have surprised me in a way. One I know well enough to have a conversation with, the others approached me yesterday at a bus stop to check that they were reading the timetable correctly.
Each of them is differently good looking, each is lithe, each is, technically, attractive. I'll get back to that.
One is the son of one of my neighbours. He's not only a delight to look at, he's truly stunning with light brown eyes and light but not bright fair hair sweeping across his forehead and a lovely smile, but he has a voice.
I don't mean he's not dumb. I mean that he is totally at home at 14 years old with a full adult conversation, has opinions which he justifies, and is unafraid to marvel at things he's never seen or heard of before. We've often talked, here, about the inability for adults to relate to and converse with kids. Not so with this one.
Of course, since he is the son of a neighbour I will see him again. Nifty stories would have him coming to ask for advice because he's gay, of course, and I would resist manfully until he had his way with me.
The other three were sitting waiting for over an hour having missed a previous bus, or by its having not arrived. They were doing quiet pissing about, upsetting no-one but in a world of their own. They were going to the beach. They were polite, suntanned, outgoing, cheerful, and each very easy on the eye. They were 13/14 too.
If this were Nifty I would obviously have offered them a lift while stopping off to allow them to seduce me. All teenage boys, as we know, are just dying to be shagged senseless by an older man.
Now that is the thing. Techncially they are attractive. If I were their age I'd be wanking myself stupid over their images in my head. I can see their faces, each of the four of them as I type this.
The thing is, despite seeing imperfect perfection in each of these boys, none of them created a loin stirring.
I'm rather pleased about that.
Instead of feeling in danger of needing to restrain myself, and instead of getting the feeling of total verbal confusion I get when faced with a beauteous youth, I was able to speak, look, smile and not look like I was drooling. I confess I am a little in love with the neighbour lad, but he needs to be a boy, not a sex object, and I feel fatherly, not loverly.
I don't need, nor even want, to see any of them with fewer clothes than they were wearing. I'd look, of course I'd look, but it's not a thing of need any more. I'm sure they look as imperfectly perfect naked as they do clothed. But it's not anything all consumingly important any more.
It's been a supreme effort to raise my sights above the arrested development of my teenage years. I think its working.
[Updated on: Sun, 12 September 2010 23:39]
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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I quote you:
"It's been a supreme effort to raise my sights above the arrested development of my teenage years. I think its working."
Why should it not be so? For sometime now, you have not been trapped in that time-warp of your own making; you've been able to realize your full potential, both as a married man with wife and child, and in your acceptance, and comfort, with your nascent homosexuality.
It doesn't ever get any better than this Timmy; and it's grand that you've achieved such a milestone in your life. Granted that, some achieve this much earlier, whereas, others never do. It is now being beholden upon me to quote our good friends in Calgary, Canada (I forget which organization or whatever was responsible for this seminal "Gay" attributation, but it has been trademarked and copyrighted by them despite its' now having fallen into Worldwide colloquial usage):
"How Fabulous is that!"
Warren C. E. Austin
The Gay Deceiver
Toronto, Canada
[Updated on: Sun, 12 September 2010 18:11]
"... comme recherché qu'un délice callipygian"
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A lovely piece of life you presented, Timmy...
How wonderful it is to speak with the younger generation and have them respond with intelligent thoughts. It is all a part of their education to do so for they will grow up speaking to their elders and must have the confidence and the skill. Student to teacher, worker to the boss, all these relationships require good communication.
The American scene has been degraded so far as to view any attention paid by an adult to a child as a potential threat. But of course we have entire organizations that forment this view, it makes them money as they seek contributions to prevent intergenerational communication with the cry of "pervert." How sad.
I was at the library waiting in a long line to check out my books, and a few DVD's (old musicals, Damn Yankees and Can-Can if you must know). Behind me in line was a boy of about twelve with a children's DVD under his arm. He smiled at me and I smiled back, we had common purpose for standing in line.
"No books?" I asked.
"No, I don't read much," he replied.
"Wait until you get to high school, then you'll read," I said, and he shrugged.
I checked out my books and DVD's, the boy was at the clerk beside me. She would not allow him to check out the film without an adult present, but he could check out a book. He looked at me and I smiled.
"Time to go find yourself a good book to read."
Children of that age cannot see the future through the smoke and haze of the present. My advice to him was simple, learn to read and enjoy it. It's the advice I would give any child since reading is my area of expertise.
I understand Timmy's enjoyment at viewing youth in it's natural habitat. We are often only the tourists in their lives as they stare out thru the bars of the cages their parents have built around them. If they take the chance and speak what wonders they might encounter. Even the average man on the street or in line can share something grand. When did we learn to stop communicating...and why?
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. (Sir Francis Bacon 1561-1626)
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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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Well, I think I am simply surprised and thankful. I shall never find boys, decent looking ones, anything other than glorious. They are.
I created the environment where I imprisoned myself in an impossible age group. I never touched one when I was the right age, and I'll never touch one ever. Until this realisation over the last few days I've not felt free, though.
I'm under no illusions about flashbacks. I'm sure there will be, but I know I'm through puberty at last!
I hope this delays senility for a while.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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Heck, I'm sure someone will ask you here! In fact I am. When ready, start a new thread!
It's certainly true that by no means all boys do not wish for an older guide. But many would run a mile from the idea. I would have been gone so fast from an older boy, let alone a man...
But I have never thrived on lust. I need a connection, an emotional connection, to turn a wistful glance into a fantasy.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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Ahh Hermes, so glad to see you posting.
I long ago realized I don't present an evil image and so the young man in question at the library had no apprehension about speaking to me. It was also a safe environment for him with many other adults around. If he had been unsure of his feelings I would never have spoken. But I read people quite well and he was receptive.
I agree with Timmy, if you have stories to share you are most welcome to start a new thread and present them. If the thoughts are educational then I believe they will be welcomed.
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. (Sir Francis Bacon 1561-1626)
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