I remember when the 4th of July used to be a fun and exciting time. It was a time for grilling (and still is dammit) and enjoying the fireworks with friends and family. It's a time to watch the dogs go crazy or panic and try to hide from all the loud noises, I know Monster is going to be practically shitting himself, shaking and hiding under a bed because he has always hated loud noises and particularly hates long successions of explosions for the multiple hours you have to endure it on the 4th.
For me though, those days are long gone and I really haven't enjoyed the 4th for quite a while. Well, let me slightly alter that last statement and say that for many many years I've become bored with any and all fireworks shows including the spectacular show that was put on this past new years as I was getting dry humped by 200,000 strangers on the Las Vegas Strip. There is just no excitement with fireworks any more and there hasn't been for years and this story is the reason why.
Before I get into my story I need to put out a disclaimer. I wrestled with whether I should actually tell this story or not or if I should just leave it as something that is in my head only to be shared with my closest of friends from time to time. I know of two readers who would probably be better off never reading this and for that I use the shitty phrase "my bad." You do have the option to stop reading right here - to let your life continue and keeping all of your childhood thoughts of me as sacred and innocent. You have the ability to change the future by closing this page and not finding out one of my dirty little teenage secrets.
While you have the ability to do so, I figure you will keep reading and then later wish you stopped. Curiosity killed the kids innocence.
So, the 4th of July after my Junior year of high school and we are planning a family trip up to some random spot that is supposed to be good for watching the fireworks. It always seems like more time is spent finding good spots to see the show than actually watching the show, but I guess the hunt is just as much part of the thrill as the results. This year my High School sweetie was going to be coming along with myself and my parents for the show.
She had an overbearing mother who absolutely detested me for various reasons, mostly because of my outward appearance and the fact that I wanted to fuck her daughter (and also because she had a secret fear that her daughter would repeat the same mistakes that she made and wind up pregnant at an early age)- however I was always a gentleman and never understood her hate of me just because I decided to look and dress the way I did.
I'm a big believer of do not judge a book by it's cover, get to know someone 1st and during my teenage years to my early twenties I decided to form an outward appearance that would force most people to write me off as a hoodlum or a punk or a bad influence or whatever. This was purposefully done and served to keep most people out of my life who have no purpose in it. Those who took the time to know me even though I looked and dressed the way I did are truly awesome people whom I mostly still keep in contact with to this day. However, that is not part of this story.
Her mother didn't like me. We "dated" for about a year and a half and over the course of that time I rarely got to see her outside of the school environment. We went swimming at the local pool a couple of times and saw a couple of movies together but it wasn't really the typical dating that most high school kids ever did.
So, I was a bit excited to have her come along on this occasion.
I do not remember if we did anything leading up to the fireworks show or not. I can't recall if there was a dinner or a movie or whatever, I just remember that she and I were in the backseat of the car while my parents were in the front and we were driving to some shitty place in Punxsutawney PA to watch a whole bunch of colorful explosions.
Once we got to the mostly clear wooded area where they would be setting off a bunch of fireworks and also have sight of any fireworks in the distance we all kicked back and waited for the show to happen. I assumed a relaxed position in the backseat staring straight up out the back window and looking into the endless sky while the (current) girl of my wet dreams decided to lay down with her head on my lap looking into the same direction occasionally reaching out to tease and excite me just a little. There was a minor amount of conversation and boredom until the evening finally reached it's apex and the sun went down.
As with every firework show that I can ever imagine things started off slow. A couple of bangs and a pop and a minor explosion of color or two in the sky to tease and excite the crowd followed by a hand on my crotch massaging me in a way that would surely get my attention. A look of shock on my face as I motioned towards the two parents sitting basically a foot away in the front seat and a huge grin on her face.
As the intensity of the fireworks increased so did her's. My heart raced with fear and excitement and after a few moments she rolled forward to a position that had the back of her head near my knees as she slowly pulled my zipper down even with my silent protest.
Instead of being sensible (what teenager is?) I just lay my head back and continued to watch the fireworks while praying to whatever god might decide to listen to allow my parents to remain focused out the front window at the show that was going on outside in the sky and not the one in the back seat.
Teasing with the hand turned into teasing with the mouth and before I knew what hit me I become in sync (yes, I was an original boy band) with the fireworks and two climax's were almost perfectly timed together in what might still be the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my life still, to this date.
The show ended, my heart slowly came back to a normal pace and in what felt like for-fucking-ever we finally ended up driving back home and dropping off the girlfriend at her place before heading back home ourselves.
I don't think I slept a fucking wink that night and might have had the fireworks ruined for an eternity.
The next year as I watched the fireworks with friends somewhere, as the show went on I found myself bored and my mind kept drifting towards last year and the thrill, horror, excitement, everything that happened and before I knew it I was watching the show with half a chub and had to find a way to distract myself from my own thoughts.
The 4th of July has never been the same for me.
Wow - That was a great story. Thanks for sharing! Rather than fireworks ruined forever, maybe fireworks bringing you back that special isn't such a bad thing. The glass is half full, Grasshopper!ReplyDelete
Anything is possible.Delete
Of course I am hoping to rekindle the magic of the traditional 4th, so we shall see What this evening brings.
Great story. I'm with Josie, rather than making every subsequent 4th of July, um, ANTI-CLIMACTIC, it should always bring back that moment to you in a fond, erotic memory. In fact, I would expect that you would just spontaneously ejaculate whenever you hear the first firecracker go off.ReplyDelete
Same reaction every time a car backfires or someone pops a sheet of bubble wrap too Rob.Delete
And they all lived happily ever after... :) Happy 4th grrouchie!ReplyDelete
I do lead a fairy tale life.Delete
That was pretty hot and somewhat disturbing but mostly hot. :).ReplyDelete
I didn't get to do much with her but it ALL is memorable.Delete
So much win in that story. Thanks for sharing!ReplyDelete
You are welcome my friendDelete
Remind me never to walk in front of you when the potential for explosive sounds is present.ReplyDelete
Unless things change, I have never had the potential to have a super strong orgasm capable of ripping a hole through my pants and and paintballing the person in front of me.Delete
So, I think you should have no problems there - unless you happen to be walking in front of me while I'm naked in which case I need to question some of the choices that you have made in life leading up to that point in time!
I probably know her then. Hmmm.....I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this information.....lol. Aw, hell, what do I care. In all honesty, that had to have been totally awesome.ReplyDelete
I meant more of the fact that my old man will read this blog entry!Delete
I bet he tells you he knew what was going on in the time.Delete
Grest story. At least her mother didn't have to worry about her getting pregnant.ReplyDelete
Yeah, why don't parents ever worry about the positives.Delete
Which reminds me. High School debate class we had to do the whole abortion argument which I'm sure is standard everywhere.
I got assigned to the Pro-Life team and the teacher was not happy with my argument.
"Stop making this a Moral issue and lets turn it into an Oral issue"
Whatever, I'm just trying to help control the population.