Lifes Journey by Skinphil

Lifes Journey by Skinphil.

Life was confusing for a 16-year-old boy in the mid 60’s living on a small island. Everyone knew every bodies business before you knew it yourself. My father was forever advising me on how to woo the women, whilst my mother was exercising her right as a “God fearing” Christian to instruct me on how not to sow my wild oats, and to always carry a condom, just in case. I was totally confused, especially when pictures of naked and big bosomed women were not as stimulating as my father had told me, and my pictures of James Dean and Frankie Avalon creamed my jeans every time. By 16, I had learnt to control my habit of cumming in my jeans but the erections were a much harder habit to cure.

I was working as an apprentice motor mechanic: my wage was little more than the pocket money my parents had given me as a young teenager. I worked long hours and got all the menial or dirty jobs my boss Jim thought would put hair on my chest. Fat chance of that happening. I was already shaving daily as my jet black hair was rough and left a 5 o’clock shadow even at 16 years old, a throw back to my Basque ancestors, but no chest hair. I prayed often to whoever was listening up there to please give me chest hair so I could prove to finally be a man. There was plenty of this thick black hair in every conceivable place on my body except my chest and my back. As an apprentice, my money seldom allowed me the luxury of clothing for purposes other than work. Overalls, steel capped hobnailed work boots, a donkey jacket and cloth cap. I looked like a mini version of my father. Man how I hated that look. I would do anything to get rid of that look…

• Life’s Journey (Story 1) by: Skinphil