Good Morning Masshole Mommy readers. Chris here again with a guest post.
Today, I want tell you about a important time in my life. A time when a boy becomes a man and the story of how I popped my cherry. I remember like it was yesterday because well, you never forget your first time. I was a young man of 19 and I had been practicing and practicing and practicing by myself and as part of a team for this significant event in my life. I also went to school for 4 months to learn how to perform this task to perfection. It was a Monday morning when I woke up to what would become a hot and wet day. Most of my friends were there cheering me on and giving me advice. After it was over my supervisor even complemented me on a job well done. It wouldn’t be my last time because I would have ample opportunities over the next 20 years to do it over and over again.
Since it was my first time, I didn’t believe that I could get the job done and I stumbled with my clothing. After it was all over I was sticky with sweat, dehydrated and my whole body was sore – but in a good way. My knees were sore from being on my knees the whole time. I twisted my ankle and bruised by shoulder, but I had a huge smile on my face for days. That night my buddies took me out for a celebratory beer and we relived it over again and again.