A pot of very strong coffee.

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Mostly I have been struggling to stay awake, so pardon my ways.  A few things hit today, right while I was in Blahsville, on the corner of Nowhere Avenue and Emptiness Street if I remember rightly, heading toward a dead end.  I pulled into an alley, to begin turning so as to cruise until I could find directions to my destination.  In that alley I saw something that reminded me of a very touching time in my youth.  Well, touching... has many meanings.  In this case, it was a time when my normal girls were being kept at bay by more watchful eyes than even I seemed to have hands.  I had a 'good-girl'friend, two parents, strict social norms, and no where to be what I was for the first time in my life.  On top of it all I was just hitting puberty!  Touching... indeed.  The beginnings of a decade long erection that... despite the notion I am presenting, couldn't be touched.

Oh, what was the memory?  High school cheerleaders and one of their primary songs.  These weren't the small school leftovers.  This was a top school with money and beauty to burn.  Pom-poms, short-shorts under frilly skirts, low and loose tops, and lots of skin.  The smell of bubble gum, perfume, and pheromones drifted to my mindnose.  The images of fresh tight young bodies, young fine boobs, and flying pussy pervaded my psyche to the sound of the music, from a time when it all fit.  As I suggested to the proprietor of the blog, I am honestly surprised, between the suppression, my blooming anatomy, and the exposure I didn't simply explode!   Hmm?  I didn't think about it, but I guess I was a young bloomer, 14?  Whatever.

Never the mind.  The point is, the song, and all that came with it, flooded my mind and body, breaking the ice I was stolen into.  Heat and life flowed, again, for a bit.  At least long enough for me to think of one more addition to my arsenal, in an attempt to delay a return of the ice, and maybe to get on to a few things yet today, I thought.  Little did I know how potent memories are.  Coffee.  And, this time, not a spot of it, and not a standard brew.  Six heavy extra full dosers of prime, fresh ground, high grade premium into the device, with good sweetwater and high hopes.  The first "cup" is down, now for another.

Oh but Lordy.  The images that are racing through my mind.  Oh, I've been a bad boy since before school.  I knew before, but didn't take my first lover until I was 5.  Yeah, I still remember her name.  And... the moments.  I was a busy young man, right until that point where this memory comes into play.  Right when I needed a father, I also REALLY needed a lover.  No longer just a want, my body was howling.  To get one I lost access to the other.  So cheerleaders took on a whole epic little piece of my now only fevered little mind.  Like a cat with mice everywhere, in armor!  I couldn't touch nary a one of them, save the one that would most surely get pregnant, back when I thought that was the one thing not to do, and even then it would have had to be really sneaky.  I am still surprised I survived that dry spell.  *Boom!*  Another song, or two, that the girls danced.  In another situation I would have had a half dozen girls...  Never mind.  I was definitely my father's son.  Time proved that.  Foster or no.



Ugh... Now, to climb off this mountain and...  Hmm... cold shower?  No, never worked.  Actually, that was always somehow like throwing gas on the fire.  Which, in some situations, wasn't bad.  Not good in this one.  I feel like a teen boy, stuck in a desk, again... in more ways than one.  Fuck boys and girls, my brain is tied up in bubble gum and girlomones!  I swear I can smell it all again.  Tain't... bad though.  I think?

Meh.  Maybe after another cup I can get some work done.  If I can figure out how to walk again.  Oh, and the songs?  I only listened to Country back then.  I didn't like these songs, on their own, for a decade more or less.  I hit harder stuff in my sophomore year but had to work back to these.  Anywhile... Yum!