I completely forgot...

But my 1 year anniversary of blogging had passed! And alot has happened since. A LOT! Those of you who have been reading since the beginning, thank you! And for those of you who are new, thanks for checking my blog out!

At this point, I'll keep this short. So please don't be a stranger and leave comments if you have yet to. And if you have been commenting, keep at it. I love getting taunted by you all! :D

Well that's it for now...more posts...since I'm behind on blogging...and for good reason!

fI

Happy New Year!!!

So for my few readers, we're gonna take a commercial break from the last post to blog about a story I read several years ago and is pretty much an anecdote for my life.

Here it is (from what I recall of how it goes, might be slightly embellished for effect):

At a high school, existed a Jock; popular in all respects: a letterman, going out with the captain of the cheerleading team and likely a well to do in academia; everyone's envy.

There also existed a bookish Nerd; the total opposite of the jock: quiet, detached from reality, school and home were all he knew; invisible.

Both continue through the early part of the school year going through each of their typical routines. One day came along where their path's cross.

The Jock and the Nerd share the same path home. It was only this day did the Jock take notice of the Nerd. The Nerd was ahead of the Jock down the sidewalk and the Nerd was holding his head down with much disdain for the dreariness of his life. The Nerd, that day had decided that this day he would end it all: the pain, the invisiblity, his life.

Suddenly, a group of kids from the school rush towards the Nerd and knock the books and binders loose out from his arm; all the items spilling out onto the sidewalk. The Jock watched as this happened and something changed in him. The Jock runs up to the Nerd and helps him pick up his books and binders from the ground. The Jock introduces himself to the Nerd and they meet. That's all it took.

The Nerd went home, but he did not end his life as he had originally decided. The Jock gave him a glimmer of hope that his life wasn't as doomed as he had originally seen it. The year continued and the Jock befriended the Nerd. They became the best of friends, the Nerd made some amazing strides in the next few months; changing his life for the better, thanks to the Jock.

At the close of their high school year, as best friends, they both graduated, celebrated and relished their time in high school; also looking forward to their time at the same college. They stayed best friends and became closer than ever than one could imagine. They both completed college and entered the working world.

After high school, after college and even after entering the working world, they kept in touch and stayed the best of friends no matter where and what life brought them.

The then Nerd, had blossomed all those years and was now getting married. The Nerd began his speech at the reception. He told stories of his now wife and his life, as well as his golden friendship with the Jock. He retells the story of the day they met. The Nerd begins to get choked up in his speech. "It was that day I decided that I would kill myself when I got home from school. But that day I met my best friend and he had changed my life for the better; more than he would ever know. If it wasn't for him, I would not be here today. And I am forever grateful for him and his friendship. I love you."

I'd like to say thank you to all of you whom read this blog and definitely to all those of you whom have befriended me and have made an impact in my life that you would not believe you could have, be it large or small.

Happy New Year's to you all! May 2006 have been an amazing year for you and 2007 be an even more amazing year and hold for you all your hopes and dreams materialized!

fI

Third Brush...

"Middle school marked a change in practice: Physical Education (herein P.E.).

The American School system's age old attempt to instill life long practices of fitness, competitiveness and health.

Yes, middle school was definitely a mark for him as P.E. was not only about the aforementioned but also consisted of the undressing and dressing of pre-pubescent boys, several of which may have hit puberty earlier than others.

The locker room turned into a stomping ground of many boys undressing, dropping trow, frolicking in the showers and roaming without abandon.

Getting ready for P.E. and redressing at it's close were definitely two adequate times for lots of head turning and eye fixations. In particular for him, his adjacent lockermate, Billy B.

Billy B. was definitely a fine specimen of a strapping young man in the making. Frost white blonde, squarish jaw, an impending musculature that showed it's iminent potential and abs you could definitely take a load of laundry to.

As coy as Billy B. was, didn't know he was an object of eventual lustful thoughts and perversion. It was with luck that the said lockermate would be lucky enough in the lapse of the year to catch glimpse. A glimpse of what you may ask?

One day as Billy B. was attempting to ready to redress himself, it happened. Billy B.'s tighty whities tented ever so slightly, at the most perfected angle to expose his manhood. A tuft of matching frosty white blonde hair atop what appeared to be a flaccid four inch penis. He found it difficult not to stare as he had never seen any other as close or as fully realized as the one he bore witness to that day (other than his own of course).

Billy B. didn't notice, but he exposed himself that day to him. It was beautiful. Engrained in his memory that day. A glimpse of another boy's penis. He still can recall Billy B.'s smirkish smile, his toned body, the abs...and...that penis in his memory..."

fI

Second Brush...

"The Sunday paper was always interesting, for several different reasons.

For the Sunday funnies that always managed to get a chuckle out of him.

Then there were the Sunday ads for the various department stores...JC Penny, Mervyn's, Target...

Target always seem to have a revealing display of men's undergarmet ads.

Beautiful, toned and tanned men with their gorgeous ripped abs framed by various undergarments on sale for the week.

It was always 'inspired' him to want to look like these men. Their biceps, triceps, chest...and a part of men you don't always see...Their abs.

In various sizes, sometimes six and sometimes eight; but always something to marvel at.

And another bonus, varying densities of their treasure trails.

Also not to mention the varying sizes of the buldges that their undergarments contained.

He had an amazing imagination. So it wasn't too hard for him to imagine these men completely undressed or comparing his size to theirs...

He collected these images, carefully cutting out every man and pasting it to a piece of cardboard so that he can collect them every weekend, imagining and marveling for as long as he wanted..."

fI

First Brush...

"He sits there watching a foreign movie with his mother.

She asks him to cover his eyes during a scene in the movie.

He peeks slightly, of course, in curiosity as to what he wasn't supposed to see...

A man and a woman having sex, he later realized.

Immediately, his attention is focused on the man...his beautiful body, glistening with every motion.

He didn't catch much of the rest of the movie as it was past his bed time and fell asleep in his mother's lap.

Later during that week, he is home alone and finds that same movie to rewatch. He speeds through the film to find that same, exact scene and rewatches it. He begins to fantisize about the man in the movie. Again, that beautiful, glistening body capturing his full and complete attention. Beautiful.

Just beautiful.

He never thought anything wrong about his admiration for the beautiful man. Not then..."

fI