Tai – Part One of Two Parts

 Markwildyr.com,Post #242

 

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Thanks to Don Morganfor his guest posts. Hope you enjoyed them. Readership was up sharply last week—mostlydue to large Singapore readership. My buddy, Don Travis told me his blog hadmulti-thousand hits from Singapore. Don’t know what that’s all about.

 

At any rate, here’s mylatest effort. Read on.

 

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                                                                     TAI

For some reason, our town wasn’tmuch for sports. Except for soccer. Our Hochitown Side-Kickers were about the biggestthing around—except maybe for hunting and fishing—and as a fair—well, a littlebetter than that—soccer player, I was sitting pretty. Decent appearing—handsomesome of the girls said—and looking good in soccer shorts. Able to get decentscores in my classes, things were pretty good. Mark Heidlemann had thingspretty much his way. Mark Heidlemann, that’s me.

My senior year, Lt. Col.Briscoe Briggs retired from the Air Force and returned to his boyhood home,bringing his Chinese wife and teenage son Tai with him. And wouldn’t you knowit? Tai was a soccer player. And a damned good one too.

I’ll admit I saw him through thegreen veil of jealousy at first, but Tai was such a downright good guy that Ilost that pretty quickly. Besides, with the addition of his skill, theSide-Kickers stopped being pretty good and shot to the top of the league. Afterwe stopped being wary of one another, we quickly became an effective one-twounit. My goal kicks were harder, but his were more accurate.

Our little town was—to becharitable—somewhat insular. Col. Briggs was accepted, his wife Mai and son,Tai, not so much. And I’ll take credit for helping break through thoseprejudices. When I accepted Tai on the field, the rest of the team did, aswell. And when I invited Tai to bum around with me, the rest of the school fellin line. Parents sometimes take cues from their kids, and it wasn’t long beforeMrs. Briggs participated in the town’s civic and social affairs alongsideeveryone else.

It rankled a little when hewas selected team captain, but what the hell. I still had my share ofacclimation. So while I let it go, I began to take more notice of Tai… youknow, Tai, the individual.

He had his father’s physique—5’10’,165 pounds—and his mother’s complexion. His dad’s cheekbones; his mother’seyes. When I really looked at him, he was damned handsome. Handsome, plus—if youknow what I mean. His looks combined with a sensual, feline grace made himdownright sexy. And if I realized that, what must the girls think? Apparently,they agreed, because they hung all over the guy.

Maybe that was why I backedoff a little. We were still friends, but not buddies. He moved in his circle,and I made my way through mine. Didn’t seem to affect us on the field, so wewon state in our class that year.

After graduation, Col Briggstook his family back east for a long visit with his wife’s family in Maryland.Seemed that he hadn’t met her in China, or anywhere in the orient, They’d met atthe Pentagon in Washington, D.C where they both worked.

So I worked my Tai-free summeras a grease monkey at the local Chevrolet dealer by day and pursued Misty Penroseby night. I got good marks for my mechanical skills, but not so much as aLothario. Misty—as a prize—continued to elude me, although we both enjoyed theunstated duel.

Don’t get me wrong. I’dmanaged to snag a couple of girls, starting in my freshman year. So I wasn’t avirgin, but for some reason Misty seemed a special prize. Her slipping the hook—asmy brother would say—sometimes left me aching. And Billy Belwine found me inthat condition one day after Misty left me at City Park, and somehow, we endedup in the men’s toilet with him kneeling before me, providing me some relief. Icouldn’t believe the eruption I had.

I was still recovering whenBilly stood, swiped his mouth, and grinned. “Awesome, man. Anytime you need toget it off, just let me know.” Then he barreled out of the toilet leaving mewith my trousers around my ankles.

After restoring myself to decency—atleast in the appearance department—I wandered around the woody area of the parkmulling things over. Was I queer? I rolled my shoulders. Course, I wasn’t. Thatwas just relief. And lots better relief than doing it to yourself. How did Ifeel about it? Okay, I guess. No guilt or shame or mortification. Well, maybe alittle concern that Billy’d shoot off his mouth, and some of the kids wouldfind out their soccer star got a blowjob. Naw. I hadn’t heard anything aboutBilly, so he didn’t go around blabbing. Maybe I’d look him up the next time Igot really needy.

That left me with just onequestion. Why had I closed my eyes and thought about Tai Briggs while Billy didwhat he did so well?

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Well, well,well. Jealousy turned to friendship, turned to resentment, turned to…. Whoknows. Let’s see what develops next week.

 

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