ChadSang
02-28-2007, 05:00 PM
Chapter 12
Living in Lust and Maintaining
When I returned from New Orleans, I had about 2 weeks to get ready to enter the 8th grade of Junior High School, as they called it back in those days. My mom took me shopping as she did every year before school started. There were school clothes to buy and the usual collection of notebooks, paper, pencils, and book bag (kids use backpacks today, which we didn’t have back in those days).
Besides that, I spent time hanging with my buds during those two weeks. We went camping one weekend, and had a blast.
There was a drive-in food establishment that all the kids hung around at night and sometimes during the day on weekends. They had “car-hops” that would come out to your car to take your order. After the food was ready, they brought it out to your car and placed the tray on your window that had to be rolled almost all the way down.
The name of this very popular hangout was the Toot-N-Tell-It. It was affectionately known as the ‘fart and smell it.” This place was always crowed to the max on Friday and Saturday night. When there was a dance at the community building on Saturday, business at the Toot-N-Tell-It was brisk before and after the dance.
It was a common habit for kids to con someone into buying them beer or liquor and oftentimes the Toot-N-Tell-It was the place lots of kids got drunk as shit sitting in their cars. You had to keep the booze hidden and drink it in paper cups.
I didn’t get introduced to alcohol until I was in the ninth grade. What a mess that became, as you’ll see in the next chapter, and in subsequent chapters.
Just so this doesn’t turn into a porno story, I’m going to mention my sex life here and then leave it at that. During the 6 years I lived in Richlands, grades 7-12, I had sex with 42 guys and with 38 girls. There were very few days that I didn’t have sex with someone. And, at times I would have sex with 3-4 people in the same day (but not all at the same time), especially on the weekends. And there were no “one time only” sex partners. They all came back for more and more LOL.
Up until age 13, my sexual encounters had been with guys around my age. I was a freckle-faced kid with a big grin. I was cutting her grass when she asked me in. Learned everything that I needed to learn concerning having sex with a woman. When I was thirteen, know what I mean? Finally found something I was really good at. When it comes to love, I know what I’m talking about. I been down that road a time or two or three: I know my history!
While living in Richlands, I had sex in some pretty weird places: inside my dad's church, in the teachers' lounge at school, on the theater stage at school, center court in the gym, on top of the town's water tank, on the back of a fire truck, in the park, at home, in the woods, in an old barn behind our house and other places I won't even mention.
School-wise, I was making pretty much all A’s. I love biology and was always collecting snakes, frogs and turtles. Once I appeared on a kid’s TV show showing my animal collection. Guess that was my first time being on TV.
As the 8th grade progressed, I continued to make more and more friends, with the other person usually making the initial contact. Recently I was looking at my high school yearbooks and there are so many things written in them (all positive) by other students, you can just barely see the pictures on the page, from cover to cover. People were always coming to me wanting to sign my yearbook. Getting ahead of myself again, because that was in high school and I’m not there yet in my narrative.
In the fall, my 8th grade class took a field trip to the North Carolina State Fair. We all loaded up two charter buses and headed west. The trip took about 3-4 hours. You could smoke on the bus, so that was the point where I took up that nasty habit. Back in those days it was just sort of expected for boys to smoke cigarettes. There was a smoking area: outside where we would all gather between classes and after lunch to smoke.
When we got to the state fair, a group of us guys rode some rides and we all paid to go into a :hoochie-coochie” show --- basically a strip show with a comedian performing also. He told this joke: “Did you hear about the queer organ player? He just played hims.”
Wonder if I should have a stripper pole installed in my living room? Oops, back on subject at hand here.
So, when we got back to Richlands it was dark. A friend, Orvis, and I were walking the three blocks to our respective houses. All of a sudden, he asked me, “Do you play hims?” “I sure do,” I replied. “Follow me, it’s jus you and me. Tonight’s the night we’re making history.“ So, we went inside a farm fertilizer storage building that was owned by one of my best friend’s dad’s. More on him later. I gave Orvis the thrill of his life time and he became one of my steady “clients.”
Well, as usual, the end of May arrived and I was promoted to High School. It said “This certifies that Chad has completed the Course of Study prescribed for the Elementary Schools of the state of North Carolina, and is therefore entitled to Admission to High School,” dated May 27, 1959
For the next six weeks I worked on my best friend’s dad’s farm. There was tobacco to be harvested, hay to be gathered, cattle and hogs to tend to. The work was grueling but the dollar signs stayed in front of my eyes. Then after 6 weeks, Jon would be here to take me on another adventure.
Photos, left to right:
1. Richlands First Baptist Church where my dad was the pastor.
2. My home for six years.
3. Main Street in Richlands
4. Richlands School
5. The infamous water tank where a couple of my buds and I went to drink beer or have sex or to make up dummies and put them on the busy road and then we could watch the motorists' reactions.
Living in Lust and Maintaining
When I returned from New Orleans, I had about 2 weeks to get ready to enter the 8th grade of Junior High School, as they called it back in those days. My mom took me shopping as she did every year before school started. There were school clothes to buy and the usual collection of notebooks, paper, pencils, and book bag (kids use backpacks today, which we didn’t have back in those days).
Besides that, I spent time hanging with my buds during those two weeks. We went camping one weekend, and had a blast.
There was a drive-in food establishment that all the kids hung around at night and sometimes during the day on weekends. They had “car-hops” that would come out to your car to take your order. After the food was ready, they brought it out to your car and placed the tray on your window that had to be rolled almost all the way down.
The name of this very popular hangout was the Toot-N-Tell-It. It was affectionately known as the ‘fart and smell it.” This place was always crowed to the max on Friday and Saturday night. When there was a dance at the community building on Saturday, business at the Toot-N-Tell-It was brisk before and after the dance.
It was a common habit for kids to con someone into buying them beer or liquor and oftentimes the Toot-N-Tell-It was the place lots of kids got drunk as shit sitting in their cars. You had to keep the booze hidden and drink it in paper cups.
I didn’t get introduced to alcohol until I was in the ninth grade. What a mess that became, as you’ll see in the next chapter, and in subsequent chapters.
Just so this doesn’t turn into a porno story, I’m going to mention my sex life here and then leave it at that. During the 6 years I lived in Richlands, grades 7-12, I had sex with 42 guys and with 38 girls. There were very few days that I didn’t have sex with someone. And, at times I would have sex with 3-4 people in the same day (but not all at the same time), especially on the weekends. And there were no “one time only” sex partners. They all came back for more and more LOL.
Up until age 13, my sexual encounters had been with guys around my age. I was a freckle-faced kid with a big grin. I was cutting her grass when she asked me in. Learned everything that I needed to learn concerning having sex with a woman. When I was thirteen, know what I mean? Finally found something I was really good at. When it comes to love, I know what I’m talking about. I been down that road a time or two or three: I know my history!
While living in Richlands, I had sex in some pretty weird places: inside my dad's church, in the teachers' lounge at school, on the theater stage at school, center court in the gym, on top of the town's water tank, on the back of a fire truck, in the park, at home, in the woods, in an old barn behind our house and other places I won't even mention.
School-wise, I was making pretty much all A’s. I love biology and was always collecting snakes, frogs and turtles. Once I appeared on a kid’s TV show showing my animal collection. Guess that was my first time being on TV.
As the 8th grade progressed, I continued to make more and more friends, with the other person usually making the initial contact. Recently I was looking at my high school yearbooks and there are so many things written in them (all positive) by other students, you can just barely see the pictures on the page, from cover to cover. People were always coming to me wanting to sign my yearbook. Getting ahead of myself again, because that was in high school and I’m not there yet in my narrative.
In the fall, my 8th grade class took a field trip to the North Carolina State Fair. We all loaded up two charter buses and headed west. The trip took about 3-4 hours. You could smoke on the bus, so that was the point where I took up that nasty habit. Back in those days it was just sort of expected for boys to smoke cigarettes. There was a smoking area: outside where we would all gather between classes and after lunch to smoke.
When we got to the state fair, a group of us guys rode some rides and we all paid to go into a :hoochie-coochie” show --- basically a strip show with a comedian performing also. He told this joke: “Did you hear about the queer organ player? He just played hims.”
Wonder if I should have a stripper pole installed in my living room? Oops, back on subject at hand here.
So, when we got back to Richlands it was dark. A friend, Orvis, and I were walking the three blocks to our respective houses. All of a sudden, he asked me, “Do you play hims?” “I sure do,” I replied. “Follow me, it’s jus you and me. Tonight’s the night we’re making history.“ So, we went inside a farm fertilizer storage building that was owned by one of my best friend’s dad’s. More on him later. I gave Orvis the thrill of his life time and he became one of my steady “clients.”
Well, as usual, the end of May arrived and I was promoted to High School. It said “This certifies that Chad has completed the Course of Study prescribed for the Elementary Schools of the state of North Carolina, and is therefore entitled to Admission to High School,” dated May 27, 1959
For the next six weeks I worked on my best friend’s dad’s farm. There was tobacco to be harvested, hay to be gathered, cattle and hogs to tend to. The work was grueling but the dollar signs stayed in front of my eyes. Then after 6 weeks, Jon would be here to take me on another adventure.
Photos, left to right:
1. Richlands First Baptist Church where my dad was the pastor.
2. My home for six years.
3. Main Street in Richlands
4. Richlands School
5. The infamous water tank where a couple of my buds and I went to drink beer or have sex or to make up dummies and put them on the busy road and then we could watch the motorists' reactions.