So Many Closets, So Many Skeletons, If The Past Could Talk...

Everywhere you turn they are outing people, or accusing them of some nefarious sex situation twenty years earlier, jailing people because they had sex parties. If we had all been saints and not sinners. Who hasn't put his hand on a tit? Who hasn't pulled a girl's head down to get a BJ. Who hasn't fingered a girl in high school. And what about the girls, which one of them went virgin until she married. Which one of them refused to get married for money. How about them kids that came along without knowing they were pregnant. It is all bull shit. A set of tits is worth having, a hard dick is worth having, and good crotch grab makes a girl horny. And a man of money, maybe had some fun with a homosexual.

But I will give you a for instance. Back when I was figuring out if right was right and left was left I had an uncle. He always liked me. He had friends over on Sundays, to play cards. I wasn't old enough to know about these men, but even I knew that there was something about them. I was stuck after high school trying to get into a college somewhere. My uncle told me that he wanted me to come to a party.

Same men, only older. And there were other young men there. Each man at the poker table was assigned a helper, one of the young men there. It was strip poker, when the hand was lost, the helper took off a piece of clothing. I was assigned to Mr. Magoo, a long time friend of my uncle. He played and won a hand, and lost a hand. And I started with a shoe, a sock, a belt, until I was standing beside him naked. By then most all the other helpers were naked. Mr. Magoo would hold my penis in his hand while he played his cards. Or lean over and get a good suck in. Or put his hand on my bear derriere, or pull me down and kiss me. All the other helpers had their penis sucked, their penis pumped, some were hard, others not. The game continued.

The game now was about who got first crack at his helper's crack. A hand lost, bend over. A hand lost, and a tongue licked you butt hole. The penis in the hand or penis in the mouth continued, how the question was who was going to win enough to be the first to run his dick up his helpers butthole. Mr. Magoo was second, I was bent over the poker table, he stood beside me and dipped his finger in this slick honey, and after sticking his finger up my butthole, he had me bend over in front of him and stuck his dick right in, up to the his balls and fucked me to the cheers of his fellow poker players.

After the game while they sat around in easy chairs talking politics or football, it was our turn to suck their dicks, to lean over and kiss them, to sit in their laps and ride their pole down. It was a party where everyone got naked, even Mr. Magoo and his poker buddies, and all the helpers got fucked and kissed and felt up and got to suck off their poker player masters. Of course nobody was gay, they just liked some alternative sex for pleasure. We heard that for some poker games all the helpers were female. But us, those of who were helpers at that party, we were what they called homosexuals. And my uncle, well he always did like a homosexual, even long after I had left and gone to college and learned a trade to support myself. My uncle always was surrounded by homosexuals. And he was a pillar of the community.