...it's all a little TMI, if you ask me- not that i don't appreciate a good story about a finger up someone's ass, it's just not how i want to picture pete townsend... http://boywhoheardmusic.blogspot.com/ -- The Comedian - 3 I would very much like, in order to nullify the effect of my hangover, to leap into a description of Ellen, my first proper girlfriend from those nights hanging out in Walleston town square. When I feel nauseous, sexual memories can distract me. And Ellen distracted me. I think many young men probably have an Ellen in their life somewhere. Many of them have a male version of Ellen (Elbert?). All that matters is that whoever is first in your life to bring you to one of your first ten orgasms while thrusting a finger into your ass will always remain prominent in your sexual memory. If that person is a man he may swing your sexual life forever towards the homoerotic. In my case, the finger in question was female. The ass in question was male, and belonged to me. With the warmth of this memory my hangover already feels slightly less extreme. How does that work? Ellen was the daughter of the local hotelier. She was short, dark haired, brown eyed, with a dry wit and a sharp-featured prettiness that belied her sexual maturity. At the moment of penetration, mine not hers, we were both sixteen and I had just made her laugh aloud. I had said I felt as though I was impaled in midair on her first finger, as though she were balancing a lightweight doll. As a result of her outburst of laughter she thrust her finger even further into my behind and the result was helpless ejaculation. Ellen didn’t need tricks like this. She had splendid breasts for such an elfin girl: loose, low and lush; she was a luxurious creature. My hangover has gone completely. I’ll come back to Ellen later. When I do I will tell you more about she and I when we were young. I promise there will no more descriptions of sex. My mission here is to bring you into my life, literally. I know that I will be unable to do that if I keep indulging my memories and my fantasies. I want to describe who I really am. But the occasion described above was how my sexual life began: this was my First Time. If you can imagine me twirling - Ellen looking up at me, her control over me an absolute like none I would ever encounter again in my life - you will know that the memory distracts me from pain only because it is so painful.
