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How My Handle Came To Be
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How My Handle Came To Be After a recent post someone made mention of what came to mind with my handle. It made my eyes bug out in an 'oh shit!' kind of way. I decided it might be a good idea to tell how I came to have this handle. The details are a bit foggy, so forgive me if I embellish a bit on parts. It was the summer I was fifteen. I lived outside of Augusta, GA. Somehow it was decided that I should stay with my grandmother for the summer in Reform, AL. She lived on the ground floor in an apartment complex. Most of the tenants there were lower income and, for the most part, what you would call good down home country type folks. I remember it being a very long drive. After unloading and the initial meet and greets, I was tired and sleepy. I was told to clean up and just sleep on the couch for the evening. I awoke the next morning lying on my back and noticing lots of noise and some laughter. I was also asked what I must have been dreaming about. Just an FYI for the few of you who do not know ... at fifteen a guy wakes to a full raging hard and needing to pee every morning no matter what’s going on. It also stays hard for most of the day. I got up, observing the regular concealment procedures, and went to the bathroom. I came back out of the bathroom, fully dressed and properly concealed for the day. Trying my best to act as if there was absolutly nothing to be shy about. There were several people there aunts, uncles, friends and neighbors. I went to the kitchen and got something for breakfast, all while being picked at about my morning tent. I went to the living room, sat on the couch and was soon joined by a woman who lived in the complex. She was nice, average looking and seemed to be interested in talking to me. I remember her asking lots of questions and hanging on my every word. Looking back on it, I would describe her actions that morning as cautiously, flirty. She told me where she lived and that she had a sister that (I think) was 23. She extended an invite to come over “anytime” during the day. She was also careful to mention that her hubby came home at whatever time. I seem to recall just dismissing it as her just being nice. A few days later I was already getting bored to death and was outside looking for something to do. She noticed me and asked if I would like to join her and her sister in playing cards. I agreed and promptly joined them. This time there was no doubt, I was being flirted with. We played cards while all sorts of insinuations and probing questions of sexual nature were tossed freely about. I was a bit shy, so I’m sure I was turning red and squirming terribly. At one point I had to go to the bathroom. I was standing there relieving myself and suddenly the door opened. I probably had a deer in the headlights look as she came closer and wrapped her hand around my dick. I was still standing there in the peeing position when she said something. I know it had something to do with wanting sex. I’m sorry but I don’t really remember what it was. See at that age when a guy knows he is gonna get some, all the energy required to think, rationalize, remember or anything else not required for sex is channeled to the dick. All the details between her grabbing my dick and having my first ”O” with her on the bathroom floor are a complete blur. There was a brief moment of brain energy between getting off the floor and doing it on the bathroom sink counter. I’m not sure if I had sex with her sister or not, they looked so similar and I was in a complete daze. I’m not sure how many times we had sex, but when she said I had to go it was near dinner time and I was tired. We did this a few times or more each week for the whole summer. Sometimes the younger sister would be there and they would swap out wiht me, other times not. For the most part I would say it was for her pleasure and the sister would just be there for some of the fun. On one of those days just the two of us were there and having a good time. Then all of a sudden we hear a voice. Hubby had decided to come home for lunch. I was completely naked and in her bedroom while she was completely naked. This was not good. He was a big burly dude, a pulpwood logger if I remember correctly. She grabbed my cloths and ushered me to their closet. I could not tell exactly what was going on but I think she was trying to make him think she had been there all day wanting sex and was glad to see him. I do recall him telling her that he didn’t have time. The next thing I know, the closet door opened and something was tossed in, then the door closed. I was so scared. It’s a wonder I didn’t give myself away from shaking to death. I stayed there for what felt like days until the door opened again. She asked if I was okay. I responded with something like “I’m just hangin' here”. She responded with something that had coathanger in it. A few days later when I finally had the balls to return, she was telling her sister about it. She finally decided that I must have just looked like another coathanger when her hubby opened the door. They jokingly called me coathanger a few times after that. Just a private joke between the three of us. It really didn’t stick with me after I went back home to Georgia. You know how 'private jokes' sometimes get lost. Some years later I was into CB’s and needed a handle. Something at the time reminded me of that long ago event and I went with it as my handle. Seemed to fit, even if I've never been confused for a coathager by someones hubby since then. I bet that’s not what you were thinking.  |
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Divinitydesires - What were you thinking? Or do I wanna know? The last couple of times I was told prompted me to tell the real story.
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2/13/2006 6:19 pm |
That's a really really hot story, you lucky dog!
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2/13/2006 7:23 pm |
Great story!!!         
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2/13/2006 7:45 pm |
YEAH that actually did turn me on!!! At fifteen I was no where near ready for sex. I had still not even had my first kiss.  Kisses to you!!
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That's a really really hot story, you lucky dog! D
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Great story!!!
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YEAH that actually did turn me on!!! At fifteen I was no where near ready for sex. I had still not even had my first kiss. Kisses to you!! I've been told that when I speak softly with a deep voice, directly in a woman's ear, that it's a real turn on too. Wanna see if it's true? Hurry home... D
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3/8/2006 12:39 pm |
lol! that's GREAT man! damn you are one lucky S.O.B. you found the best way to relieve that summer vacation with the relatives boredom ...That which does not kill me merely pisses me off!... 
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lol! that's GREAT man! damn you are one lucky S.O.B. you found the best way to relieve that summer vacation with the relatives boredom
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Loved this story! Well done, dude!
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Thanks for visiting. Um, I'm not sure what you mean by the comment.
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Loved this story! Well done, dude! Wish it had been better for the writers clallenge. I just entered it because some might find it a fun read.
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