Friday, December 21, 2018

Hookup culture and pulling trains

Brett Kavanaugh is quite a bit older than me, but we're both Gen Xers, both went to elite high schools, and were both exposed to the hookup culture that was prevalent then (no, my agency didn't investigate Kavanaugh).

I can't speak to the veracity of the Justice. But his age and social situation put him squarely in this sexual revolution (I wonder if young people even have much sex today, with their faces stuck in their digital devices)

My experience was unusual, however. My mother was constantly lecturing me that I would go to hell if I had sex outside of marriage (once she barged into my bedroom when I was masterbating, and totally freaked out). So in high school, aside from giving some blowjobs, I was...sigh...a good girl. I had to live the hookup scene from afar — and through the stories of friends.

Megan had a regular boyfriend. But he coaxed her into fucking him and the his best friend one night in a cemetery — she lost her panties amid the romp.

Fueled with "mind erasers" (Rohypnol), Katie regularly went to hookup parties at friends' houses while parents were out of town or at the country club. She told me of the many boys whose cocks she sucked and with whom she had intercourse. As hookups, these were encounters with no strings attached, often with partners she would never see again. She made love with other girls while the boys watched or participated

I first heard the phrase "pulled a train" from my friend Lindsey. She told me about being put on the carpet, her ass in the air, as several boys fucked her from behind. My mom liked Lindsey, who went to our church — little did she know that with some booze and drugs Lindsey became a going-to-hell teenage sex machine.

My brother confided his hookups to me, too. He had a special affinity for cheerleaders. He loved the relative anonymity of the parties, where nothing was expected besides the momentary pleasure. I was terribly envious. Were there victims such as Christine Blasey Ford — if one believes her very believable story? Undoubtedly. But my friends went in with eyes wide open.

It was only in college and later that I experienced sex with multiple partners and no-strings encounters.

My first "train pulling" was at a lifestyle club. Five men took me from behind while I sucked off a sixth, then performed cunnilingus on an older woman.

On an intellectual level, it was interesting how the different cocks felt, their lengths and girths, the one with the painfully-large head, another with an upward bend to it, how long each lasted before blowing his load in me, their assorted techniques ranging from get-off-as-soon-as-possible to the guys who fucked slow then fast, deep then shallow, swiveling their entry as they moved.

In the moment, it was sheer naughty pleasure, with me coming repeatedly and walking funny for a day or two after. Being told what a great ass I had, how I came "like a volcano," that, wow, I was a natural redhead.

What would mom have said?


Anonymous said...

Yay, you're back!

David, UK

Anonymous said...

Mom would have been envious

Welcome back

Anonymous said...

Your blog is interesting and well written. Your candor is appreciated. I am happy to see you back. I've checked here for months. I hope you will continue to comment regularly.

Kevin said...

Life threw me a few curve balls last year; I've been recouping, so I've regrettably been an infrequent visitor. Glad to see you're still kicking around out there, Red.
Good story, as usual.
Assuming you still derive a benefit from LSD, I hope you find the time/desire to write more - it's enjoyed on this end.
Take care, and don't work too hard.

Kevin said...

Having revisited my earlier comment, I realized I didn't offer an answer to your closing question, "What would Mom have said?" Granted, it was rhetorical, but here's my 2 cents: the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree.
Perhaps your Mom was sexually adventurous, if only in her mind.
Just a theory...and a stretch, perhaps.