Boys bouncing wet and naked, another teenage story
My friends are going to kill me for this one. They’re going to hunt me down and kill me. They’re going to be justified in doing so, too…
I think we’ve all scrubbed this particular incident from our collective memories. In fact, if you’re not quite ready for a truly awesome mental image, you might just want to visit Lilu’s blog for other, less-disgusting but still too-much-information stories.
Looking back, I think we always tried to justify it as ‘one of crazy things you do, and never, on pain of death, never, ever talk about again.’ Like when you’re out partying and you get too drunk… and you do something you regret… like screwing a heifer (not that I’ve ever done that before oh no) — only in this case we weren’t drunk. Not even a little. Sober, completely, utterly, intravenous black-as-a-starless-night coffee sober.
We slithered and squeaked and shoved each other across the sticky-wet plastic with nary a trace microgram of alcohol in our blood.
Peter once tried to bring it up with an innocent grin, a misty-eyed glimmer of mischievous recollection playing across his visage: ‘hey guys remember that time…’ And then he saw our faces. We were all staring at him, anger and pain oozing from our sorrowful, regretful eyes. He soon shut up. No one has mentioned it since.
Until now.
Enough time has passed. Geographical and emotional distance has squeezed its way between us. We’re no longer close. Maybe this story will be enough to bring us back together — maybe it’ll remind my friends of the good times we used to have together; maybe they’ll just descend upon my house to lynch me…
It all happened on my 14th birthday…
It was raining. Heavy, but not unkind, horizontal rain. It was May and warm.
My birthday parties were always quite special, y’see. I always went one step further to make sure they were memorable or different from everyone else’s. A little gold nugget in everyone’s party bag, half-pounder burgers at McDonalds with a whole fleet of Ronalds to entertain us, entire ice-skating rinks rented out — special — and this time… this time I had rented a bouncy castle!
From my vantage point here in the present, 11 years later, it looks so innocent, so pure, so damn fun. How wrong I was…
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
It was all going so well. We had played musical chairs. We had eaten our jelly and ice cream. And now we were bouncing.
The rain was getting harder. We were getting wetter. Pitter-patter on the plastic and our skins, both quickly slick, slippery.
Can you tell where this is going yet..?
Gentle, friendly shoves gradually moved towards aggressive trips and flips. We climbed the squidgy, pliable walls and performed Moonsaults and Flying clotheslines.
I think before anyone had quite realised what was going on, we were wrestling and writhing there on the plastic. Grappling. Tugging. Flipping.
Then… for some reason… I took my clothes off. It just felt like the right thing to do. I was young, wild, fancy-free.
And then everyone else took their clothes off.
And… that’s the end of the story.
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Wow that must have been crazy! Were you guys drinking or something.
October 15th, 2009 at 7:41 amHa!
My favourite part of this post is the tags… “bouncy castle…wet, young.”
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October 15th, 2009 at 12:43 pmYeah… I’ve started to use some comic tags, for those that read them. They get quite creative on Flickr; thought I could bring that over here
October 15th, 2009 at 1:02 pmDid the wrestling continue after the clothes came off? If so, that changes the story quite a bit.
October 15th, 2009 at 2:01 pmIt is implied that that is the case.
October 15th, 2009 at 2:06 pmOh wow. This scenario could go so wrong so quickly. I think this is what you should do for you NEXT birthday party. Now that would be some good fun.
October 15th, 2009 at 2:07 pmAnd as a response to your comment on my blog about office supplies- nope, I only get to order supplies I use. My job is rather boring, oh wait- I do get to pretend to be a phone nurse. Because I get old people calling me multiple times of day to talk about their myriad of health problems. Like non-stop pooping. Because that’s just what I want to hear about during my lunch.
October 15th, 2009 at 2:09 pmWhere are your IMAGINATIONS?
Yes, the scenario went wrong. Very quickly.
I left it open-ended because I thought it was obvious… but maybe I should’ve just spelled it out in nice, big letters, for those that like SMUT
Sounds like a wild job, Sara… but someone’s gotta do it!
October 15th, 2009 at 2:38 pmOh wow ! That cannot be the end of this story ?! I want more naked wet guys stories.. lol .. wait, uhmm.. 14 is a little young. Anywho. this is hot. Wait, what ?!
October 15th, 2009 at 3:14 pmThere we go! That was the reaction I was anticipating.
What if I tell you there’s even a photo of this event…?
October 15th, 2009 at 3:16 pmSebby – I have a great imagination and even without using it I KNEW that was NOT the end of the story
October 15th, 2009 at 3:17 pmhaha.. your friends ARE going to kill you for this one!!! Well… bc you know as much as they don’t want to remember.. this memory has been burned into the brains of everyone involved!! I feel wrong for picturing it myself. But just because of your age…
October 15th, 2009 at 5:08 pmHm, I didn’t even stop to think about the age thing.
Perhaps because in my mind it’s innocent…
October 15th, 2009 at 5:13 pmSebastian,
You used the word “squidgy.” Just like on the box of Jaffa Cakes I found in my (American) supermarket. “Squidgy orange centre.”
God save the Queen.
Oh, and, P.S.: At my birthday parties, as favors (right, I know, “favours”) my slightly demented father used to give out live animals (frogs, newts, hermit crabs) as party gifts. And I thought THAT was unique!
October 15th, 2009 at 5:57 pmHahaha.
Ok, live animals beats anything I got…
But funny, now you mention it, I remember giving out little ceramic frogs one year — little green-painted ones. Did you have Rupert Bear and the Frog Song over there?
October 15th, 2009 at 6:04 pmso you’ve swung both ways…..
October 15th, 2009 at 9:07 pmNo.
What are they: some gay, British equivalent of The Care Bears or Strawberry Shortcake?
October 16th, 2009 at 1:40 amRupert Bear was a comic I think, that became a TV show.
The Frog Song was a huge hit! Written by Paul McCartney and everything (not sure why he was involved, but who’s complaining…)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0auCDOERZyE
October 16th, 2009 at 1:42 amHa if it happens now, it would be TOTALLY SEXY.
and I’ve never seen a mooon bounce like that, I’ll add it to the place I have to do it on list hahahaha
October 16th, 2009 at 4:37 amThere you go, my brain’s working like this all the time
took your clothes off … maybe the start of a free-feeling-live
perhaps you are a really, really early guy
October 16th, 2009 at 1:43 pmInteresting Sebastian, brings back some forgotten memories that should have also stayed forgotten. Such a tender age of exploration, I wonder if females go through the same identity process. Hint, hint.
October 16th, 2009 at 4:59 pmOh, from what I understand Klear… they certainly do. Though perhaps less wrestling and more pillowfights-in-pyjamas…
I’m afraid that was probably the last time I was naked in public, Zoe
Hire a bouncy castle when I visit, Andhari!
October 16th, 2009 at 5:11 pmHAHA
Thank you so much for sharing this.
October 21st, 2009 at 4:55 amSebastian…I just…I don’t know where to start with this comment. I guess all I have to say is…
Of course it was you who started it.
Rest easy in the grave your friends are digging you with the knowledge that the rest of the world is *highly* amused by your story.
October 26th, 2009 at 3:09 amAmused, aroused… it’s all the same, eh?
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