Leaving, by Ricky

 Last week as I was leaving my bathroom after leaving a small deposit, I thought it would be a good idea to begin writing my story for the topic “Leaving”.  So, leaving the upstairs behind me and then leaving the main floor, I headed to my computer in the basement.

Of course, the first episode of leaving to which I was a party, was my birth.  I was seen leaving the birth canal by total strangers.  It wasn’t like I wanted to be leaving that warm and cozy small space, but my mother kept pressuring me to leave—as in “Damn it! Get out of there and be quick about it.”  At least, that is what the screaming sounded like to me.

Then there was the time when I was about 4 or 5-years old, when my parents and I were to be leaving to go somewhere.  Mom had finished leaving clean clothes for me on my bed and told me to get changed.  Leaving the living room for my bedroom, I arrived and began leaving the clothes I was wearing on the floor until I was naked.  I then went to my bed to get dressed and noticed that my dick was hard and demanded attention.  My mom saw me not getting dressed and not leaving my dick alone so she told my dad.  Dad spanked me for not leaving my dick alone.  Now really!  He’s a man who at one time was a boy.  He should have remembered his discovery of his dick and known better than to spank me for not leaving my dick alone.  Once a boy discovers the pleasures of not leaving his dick alone, he will never be leaving it alone for very long for the rest of his life.  After all, I doubt that Dad was leaving his alone—my being alive is proof of that.

I’ll be leaving this story for now because it is 3:00 AM and I am sleepy.  I may write more someday about all those other leavings in my life.  (i.e.: Leaving home for that first day of school.  Leaving home for my first overnight campout. Leaving home for college.  Leaving home for the military.  Leaving the military for home.  Leaving for the church to get married.  Leaving the apartment for the delivery room—4 times.)  Perhaps, I’ll just be leaving this story unfinished.

© 7 Nov 2016 

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