This is indeed a true story but names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. A friend encouraged me to look back at my life and to recount how I came down to this particular point in life. So after more than 20 years of wonderful, secret passion, of pleasing older men and myself, I write the story.
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Chapter One: The Discovery
I was never a bad kid. I never got into trouble and I always tried my best to please my elders. I was an innocent kid. I didn't run after the girls and I was pretty damn shy. Still, I must say, I was a good looking kid. My complexion was fair, my hair thick and blonde, my eyes blue and my body a perfect specimen. I had no blemishes to speak of. My legs were long and shapely, for a boy, and when I wore thin shorts it was evident that I was packing heat. Although I thought myself every bit the young man, still there was a femininity about me that I myself didn't notice. I tell you all of this because older more mature daddy types did notice it.
In any event, when I turned eighteen (I had already graduated high school), my parents let me go to work at a local national park near the river. It was a blast to work there. I met lots of nice people, both local and from far off. My parents trusted me so they allowed to stay in a house on the park's property. It was at the very edge of the park property and it afforded me great privacy.
I worked for a month or so and although I met lots of nice people, I met no girls I wanted to date. That didn't mean I didn't try. So, I worked and in the evenings I jogged around the park roads to stay in shape. I usually had the place to myself and that allowed me quiet time to think and keep my young body fit.
The fateful afternoon was an otherwise quiet and stifling hot afternoon. I was running and getting a nice sweat on. About a quarter mile from my house, I met another guy jogging. He was older (at the time he was 38) but in great physical shape. He was muscular and trim with a friendly, slightly cocky air about him. I didn't think much about him. He was just another guy jogging. We spoke and exchanged a few pleasantries and I continued with my run.
The next afternoon, I was in my yard washing my car when he came running by again. The jogger ran into my yard and stood under a tree watching me. I spoke.
"Nice seeing you again," I told him.
He smiled and replied, "I saw you yesterday and wanted to really make your acquaintance, so I'm here."
I laughed, "Yes, you are. Now what are we to do about that?"
He laughed, "You tell me. I'm Kirk, by the way."
"Glad to meet you officially Kirk. I'm Jamie," I informed him.
And so it went for a while. Lots of small talk followed. Eventually we learned that we were both fairly lonely and didn't have anyone to hang out with. Now that I'm older, I'm pretty sure Kirk used the opportunity to begin the seduction act. At the time, I was totally clueless. I learned that he lived on a rather nice houseboat on the lake side of the dam at one of the larger marinas.
In the next week or so, we met and ate dinner or lunch and really started to get to know one another. One Friday morning Kirk came by my workplace and basically asked me out on a date.
His question went something like this, "I thought I would take you over to Alexander's tonight and then to a private party. What do you think?"
I was a little stunned and confused. Alexander's By The Dam was a fashionable and very expensive restaurant and private parties in that area on the river or the lake were very exclusive.
I blushed before answering, "That would be nice. Are you sure?"
Kirk smiled and winked before replying, "Of course, I'm sure. It's a date!"
I was quite confused. Was I about to go on a date with a guy? He wasn't just a guy, he was a man, full grown, handsome and affluent. I was trying to make sense of it all but really couldn't.
Kirk picked me up that night. I wore khaki shorts and a golf shirt. It was hot so I wore as little possible. He wore loose fitting linen pants and a linen shirt half buttoned. He looked great and I told him so.
He laughed and asked, "Nice enough to take home to Momma?"
I laughed nervously and said, "I don't know, I guess we'll see." I wasn't really sure what to make of all of it.
Our dinner at Alexander's was nice and quiet in a dimly lit dining room with just a few other guests. Kirk spared no expense and was very attentive. Still, I didn't think of this as a date. I didn't consider myself gay. I was just enjoying a very nice dinner with a new friend. But the look in his eyes told me he saw it entirely different. He was out to conquer me and to make me something other than a buddy.
He drank a little wine but I had to confess that I couldn't. I wasn't old enough. Still Kirk talked his waiter friend into leaving two glasses with him. I had a couple of glasses and got to feeling a little looser. Our talk was nice and I found myself enjoying the "date" immensely.
Kirk was relaxed and full of himself, but in a good way. He paid and we drove up the river to a nice gated two-story brick home.