August 2010
  Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat  
  1 2 3 4 5 6 7  
  8 9 10 11 12 13 14  
  15 16 17 18 19 20 21  
  22 23 24 25 26 27 28  
  29 30 31          

Archives

March 2011 (4)
February 2011 (3)
January 2011 (5)
December 2010 (2)
November 2010 (2)
October 2010 (7)
September 2010 (6)
August 2010 (10)
July 2010 (6)
June 2010 (10)
May 2010 (10)
April 2010 (16)
March 2010 (17)
February 2010 (14)
January 2010 (16)
December 2009 (16)
November 2009 (14)
October 2009 (6)

August 27th, 2010

Remembering.(A Written Series,Part Three)

Once we moved here to California things for me were set in place I guess you could say. We lived in an apartment on Highland Ave and Rosecrans across the street from a well known Restaurant and Bar called "Poncho’s". It may still be there but I don’t know. Just around the corner of our apartment was a drug store that I know because mom use to take us there for ice cream. About a year after we moved here my dad left my mom for another woman and mom had to go to work. My grandfather and step grandmother took care of us for mom and take us home in the evening. My grandparents had two sons, Gary who was my age and Bill who was my brothers age which was five years older then myself. They come into play in a while but first.

When I was seven I got to know the man who moved in upstairs, he got to know my brother first and it was my brother who first took me upstairs to spend time with the man, I’m not sure but I think his name was Harry. My brother and he would go into the bedroom and I could hear them making funny sounds but I’d watch the TV and later we would go home.

Then one day they had me come in the bedroom with them and watch what they were doing, both were naked and doing things to each other. I didn’t fully understand it all but like in the past since no one was yelling or crying and such so I figured it was ok. After they were done we went back downstairs and it all became just our secret.

The following week I started having secrets with Harry on my own, mom knew we were spending time with Harry and I guess she just didn’t think that anything could be going on, after all my older big brother would take care of me. I started going up on my own to visit Harry and he always had candy, cookies etc for me and when we first got naked on his bed I wasn’t afraid since I knew my brother did this.

I do remember that I was excited to see his thing and get to touch and play with it and let him do things with me. It all just seemed right and it was our secret, he never hurt me or made me do something I didn’t want to do. This went on for about a year, also he took me and my brother to the movies and the park a lot and I guess it just looked all natural. In later years I did wonder why my grandfather didn’t think about it or someone someplace. Then one day he was gone, just moved out and left. Shortly after that we moved to my grandfathers place and new adventures would come my way.

Published at 02:13 / 1 comment / 210 visits
This post is public

( 1 post )

 

Català | Čeština | 中文 | Deutsch | English | Español | Esperanto | Ελληνικά | Français | Galego | Italiano | Nederlands | Português | Polski new | Svenska | Русский new | More ...