Ok so as I said in the last post, these few history posts are intended as a look at my life, and why I am the way I am. Please bear with me as I muddle thru this history to get to more current day events.
So here I was in new territory, single again, admittedly gay (to myself), kinky, and alone. I was scared. Well I knew of some sites online where I might meet others. There was some time here that I will share in another post. Some history that is very painful to me, a few years where life took some unexpected turns to make me who I am. As far as these years, I will just in this post note that my love for chastity, bondage and stuff blossomed for me. Please see the post titled "Why I am who I am". It will cover the in-between years. Finally in late 2003, my new home that I had built on some land I owned was nearing completion, when my life changed again forever.
I was helping a friend take some stuff to the landfill, old sofas, garbage, stuff that had been in his garage. We had slid the loveseat to the end of his truck bed, jumped over the front of the bed, then flipped it out into the garbage pile. Then we went to my truck to do the same. As I pulled the sofa to the end of the tailgate, from the side, so twisting sideways under a load, I felt what I can only describe as a major pulled muscle in my back. It hurt like heck, but I helped get the sofa out. Then we went back to my place, and I went with him to test drive new trucks he was looking at. After about the 4th or 5th truck we drove, I was in agony, so we went back to my place. I laid down on the bed, while he hung out and watched TV. I woke at 8pm in total agony, tears streaming down my face, I yelled for help, and my friend came running. He helped me sit upright, I could not do it on my own. I knew something was wrong, this was no pulled muscle. I went to the doctor that monday, and he was not sure, but maybe some minor disc issues. He gave me a cloth brace and some pain killers and said to relax, and take it easy. Somehow I didn't trust that, so by friday, I was at a neurosurgeon in Idaho Falls. They did MRI's and found that I had some herniated discs in my mid back. (T9-10 and 11-12 to be exact). I was given a full back brace and was told that no one around would do surgery given the location. I needed to do some therapy and work to get things strong. I went along and a month later, my new home was finished. Several friends came and helped me move. Me in my big brace couldn't do much. So once I was settled in things began to seem better. I was in my first home that was mine, I was dealing with being gay, life was good except the pain in my back.
One of my gay friends made me go to a camp event, in my brace. He said I needed to get out. I met tons of cute guys, but one I could not bring myself to talk to was gorgeous. I also had some lesbian friends there too, one of them was still married to her hubby, who was a piercer, so I got told if I ever wanted anything to just let them know. I went home that weekend happy, having made tons of friends, all whom were gay or lesbian, some very cute, and some more kinky than me. I spent more and more time in my plastic CB before that weekend, but had wanted to order a steel one. Monday after the camp, I was online and ordered my first Lori Tube. No I didn't have the PA yet, but that was no issue. So I submitted the order, and called my friends to schedule a piercing appointment. They said sure, comedown tonight. So I did. They lived about 120 miles away, so I drove to the shop they all 3 owned. It was just at closing time. I paid for the ring for the PA, they didn't charge me for the piercing. My friends hubby finished the last piercings of the day, and closed the door, while the girls went to get some dinner for us all real fast. We talked and soon the girls were back, so we ate first. As soon as we were done, I went back to the "chair" for the piercing. My lesbian friends wanted to watch, so I let them, who cares right? As soon as I was down on the table and lower half was showing, I got a little nervous. Aroused at first, which is not great for doing a PA, then I realized I was surrounded by a bunch of people, which embarrassed me, and as soon as I got soft, he did the piercing. It hurt for a few seconds, but was not biggie. They sent me home, and it barely bled or anything. I could not wear a CB till the piercing healed, so about 6 weeks, which worked out well, as that was the time the Lori Tube took to arrive.
The day the Lori arrived, I was so excited, it took 2 hours to get it on the first time. My whole reaction can be summed up in one word, WOW!!! My good friend, Jer (will keep names out of the blog as much as I can), who convinced me to go to the camp, and was my first gay friend, called me and said Pride was starting tomorrow, and he wanted me to go. I was not sure, but when he responded "If you are not on the way in 2 hours, I will drive up there to the ranch and duct tape you into a mummy to bring you down here!" How can you argue with that? I wore my new lori, with the keys on a chain around my neck. I got to the pride event, and saw lots of friends, and then it occurred to me, I wondered if that gorgeous guy from camp would be there. I asked my lesbian friends about him since they knew him, and they said his name was Bruce. I asked if they had any idea if he was going to be there at pride, I really had thought a lot about him in the last few months. As if on cue, he walked up behind me saying "did I hear my name?". Now I had no choice but to talk to him, which I did. We talked a lot and I told him about my fetishes and stuff. I figured here was a gorgeous guy here staring at me, who wants to be with me of all the people in the world, so I had better be honest with him. Later that night, we were standing there watching the band, while he looked down at my crotch, then grabbed my CB, jut driving me nuts. Then he proceeded to do something I will never forget. He removed the chain around my neck, saying "These are mine for later tonight". I was in love! (Continued in Part 3)
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