Good Lord! I’ve just noticed that I’ve inflicted over 200 posts on you. Thanks for being so tolerant, here’s the continued tale.
I won’t dwell on the non-event that was my 15th birthday, that’s part of a broader story.
The next event of note was the choral course, another week at the sanctuary that was Lodge Hill and a far more useful way to spend half of an Easter Holiday than being at home. The fact that I’d be under the watchful eye of my girlfriend was a big plus, there was no risk of untoward incidents.
One of the things that being 15 apparently did was instantly make me capable of organising my own packing for a week away from home. This was a completely unwarranted assumption on the part of my parents and empirical evidence suggested that they were absolutely wrong.
Unpacking in the room at Lodge Hill revealed that I’d I covered the basics of underwear, socks and casual tops (by the simple expedient of upending the appropriate drawers into my suitcase) and my uniform was carefully folded and packed together with a carefully polished pair of shoes.
Mum had thoughtfully supplied toothpaste and shampoo and I remembered my toothbrush so as far as I was concerned I’d packed everything I needed.
Missing in action though, were my hairbrush, dressing gown and, most disturbing of all, pyjamas. For the first time in my life I was faced with the choice of sleeping in my underwear, which I found distasteful or going nude. There was nothing fundamentally wrong with the latter choice although I was very self conscious about my defiantly undeveloped equipment.
Somewhat red faced I explained to my 2 roommates what had happened and they simply shrugged, one of them saying that’s how he always slept anyway. I only really had one worry left, unconcealed inappropriate reactions to seeing 2 frankly attractive boys as nature intended.
Fortunately I’d developed pretty heroic willpower over the preceding couple of years to avoid just such behaviour in the changing room so I was moderately confident of not disgracing myself and getting a kicking for it.
So the first night and the subsequent morning passed without incident and the real business of the course began.
Rehearsals were shorter than those on the orchestral course; young voices have to be treated fairly gently if damage isn’t to be done. We also got longer breaks between sessions which meant plenty of time to dance attendance on my girlfriend.
The confrontation didn’t occur; Fenny wasn’t on the course after all, so I didn’t find myself the centre of a bizzare tug of war.
Adolescent concupiscence, however, was planning a very traumatic surprise for me which I’ll tell you about next time.
Love
Hmm, a cliffhanger. or sth. I’m so happy you’re back. 200 posts, hey? I hope you make thenm a thousand and more.
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L.
Master of suspense eh? When I started this blog a year ago I wasn’t certain that I’d manage 100 posts, now I think 1,000 plus might actually be a realistic proposition. There’s an awful lot of complicated teenage Malcolm to untangle yet.
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Mac
Already 200?? Wow, amazing. Well done!
As always, I’m looking forward to the continuation of this story.
Btw… you really had me to remember a certain weekend school trip I did with the students school council (don’t know if that is the proper English word, it was the only one I could come up with), and how I had to do my best to master my curiosity and ‘anatomical improper behaviour’ when sharing showers with a few good looking boys from other schools. Oh crap…
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Daniel
It was a lways a nightmare and thinking back a fair proportion of my time as a schoolboy was spent being naked around other boys. Very hard work and total concentration at all times.
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Malcolm
Hello Mac, I use to love getting a chance to see other boys nude. It was something I did not get enough of. In my day there was no internet to use, and the town so small if I was to buy a magazine at the local books store, oh man the whole town would know. With no cable the only time to see boys was in the gym showers or when camping out. Of course I was the opposite of you in that I developed early in life.
Of course when I joined the military everyone hung it all proudly out for the others to see, and so it was a fun treat. My best dates and most fun early times were with other young guys in the military.
Love and hugs,
Scottie
Scottie
I’d agree that it was a treat but being seen anjoying it woul have got me an instant kicking. Such behaviour was completely unacceptable in my schooldays.
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Mac