Body Parts, by Ricky

        Here I sit in a room full of senior gay citizens who perhaps metaphorically are drooling over the potential erotic stories that today’s topic “body parts” could inspire me and others to write.  Well as much as I hate to fall into the obvious nature of this topic I will share at least one body-part story not previously related.

One day when I was about 5 ½ years old, my Aunt and Uncle Phillips along with my 5-year old cousin, Timmy, visited my family.  It was decided that they would be spending the night with us, so Timmy and I ended up sharing my bed.  This was the first time I recall anyone sharing my bed with me so there was some adjustment to be made to the falling asleep routine.  He and I began talking quietly about whatever came to our minds.  By this age I had been traumatically fixated on my small body part and very curious about other’s equivalent parts.  As a result, I eventually suggested that we play a game where we would take turns naming body parts.  Timmy agreed to play.  So we began with all the standard parts: head, shoulders, knees, and toes; each taking turns naming one part at a time.  It soon became rather funny so we would laugh together after naming each part.

Upon exhausting all the possibilities except one small part; it was Timmy’s turn to name the last small part.  He didn’t want to name it so he would say there aren’t any more parts; and we’d laughed.  I told him yes there was; and we’d laugh.  We ended up laughing ourselves to sleep and never did name that part.

The next morning at the breakfast table, my Aunt Marion told everyone that we had been doing a lot of laughing in my room last night.  She then asked what we were laughing about.  I hadn’t learned about lying my way out of difficult situations yet so I told her that we had just been naming body parts and it was funny.  Nothing further was said about it by anyone.

The largest body part I ever wrestled with was tubular, weighed about 15 pounds, and was at least 7-feet long from beginning to the rear orifice.  Of course I’m speaking of the exhaust pipe and muffler I had to attach to the body of my 1952 jeep wagon.

When the hood latch broke off, I went out and obtained the spring loaded hood clamps that were used on the jeeps of WW2.  Installing them was easy.  The purchase and installation of the muffler, tail pipe, and hood clamps I did all myself; and without adult supervision.  At one point I even had to change the universal joint on the drive shaft.

Another body part I was involved with was rather personal and fun.  A few high school girls and boys also liked it, but most preferred their own.  This body part was about 5’ 10-½“ and weighed about 150 pounds.  In reality there were two body parts.  The first was the body part of “Grandpa Kwimper” in the high school play of “Pioneer Go Home”.  (The movie “Follow that Dream” starring Elvis Presley is the same story.)  The second body part was the body of “Tom Jones” of the high school play of the same name based on Henry Fielding’s famous novel with the same title.  Other than the occasional Boy Scout skit, these two plays represent my only venture into the world of entertainment.

During my life I have used my body parts in several endeavors:  deputy sheriff; baby sitter; Air Force NCO and Officer; Sunday School teacher; substitute teacher; dutiful son; mischievous son; husband; father; emergency funds supplier; friend to many; and at the moment—storyteller.  While my life continues from here, this story does not.

© 27 March 2011 

About the Author 

I was born in June of 1948 in Los Angeles, living first in Lawndale and then in Redondo Beach.  Just prior to turning 8 years old in 1956, I was sent to live with my grandparents on their farm in Isanti County, Minnesota for two years during which time my parents divorced.

When united with my mother and stepfather two years later in 1958, I lived first at Emerald Bay and then at South Lake Tahoe, California, graduating from South Tahoe High School in 1966.  After three tours of duty with the Air Force, I moved to Denver, Colorado where I lived with my wife and four children until her passing away from complications of breast cancer four days after the 9-11-2001 terrorist attack.

I came out as a gay man in the summer of 2010.   I find writing these memories to be therapeutic.

My story blog is, TheTahoeBoy.Blogspot.com.