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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 28, 2024

The road to recovery.by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.I was in the hospital for a week. I shuddered when the doctor showed me the x-rays of my knee. It had been fractured into seven pieces. The ligaments were all torn to shreds and the upper end of the shin bone; the tibia; were also shattered. I had received an artificial patella; the kneecap; and the ligaments were all reattached. That was why I was in traction; to prevent the ligaments from shrinking. The hardest part of the surgery was the removal of all the tiny bone chips; more than thirty of them. Had they remained in my knee I'd feel terrible pain whenever I walked.Rose brought all my books and assignments to the hospital for me. She was driving the truck; I had no idea she could even drive a manual transmission. My parents came almost every night as did my future in-laws, but the constant in my life was Rose. It was late one evening after all my visitors had gone that Rose got that gleam in her eyes. She pulled the screen around the bed, lowered the blankets and pulled out my cock. “Don't Rose; I'm sure it's dirty. They don't wash me there.”“If you think that'll stop me you have a lot to learn. Now lie back and enjoy.” I was hard in seconds; I had missed our nightly forays into the wonderful world of sex and I had missed cumming at least once every single day. More than that I had missed the intimacy with Rose; holding and caressing her, hearing her scream in ecstasy. Her mouth was on me in a second; her tongue showed me just how much she had missed me. I came in an embarrassingly short time. Rose sucked it all into her throat then cleaned my cock and balls with her tongue. She covered me and pulled the screen back. We were both surprised to see one of the nurses standing there with a huge smile on her face.“You weren't the first and you won't be the last. I was young once, too. I'm so glad you have each other. You're obviously very much in love.” She took my temperature and checked my bandages before leaving. “The swelling is down quite a bit so I think they'll put your cast on tomorrow. Then you'll be able to get out of bed and walk. I'm sure you'll enjoy using the bathroom instead of the bedpan. Okay, I'll be back in an hour with your nightly medications.” She turned and left. I was embarrassed that we'd been discovered, but Rose just took it in stride.I was taken by gurney to another room the following morning. Three orderlies had to lift me from the bed, one carefully handling my leg. They used the same procedure to lay me onto an exam table. The orthopedic surgeon entered a minute later, checking what I assumed was my chart. “You're coming along very well, much better than anticipated. You'll be able to walk now with crutches, but I'll still want you to keep the weight off your leg. You'll be able to return to school in another week, but promise me that you'll take it easy. I suggest you get a friend to help you with your books.You won't be able to carry them while you're using the crutches. Okay, let's get this cast on you.” My leg was wrapped in gauze and cotton padding from just below my crotch all the way to my toes before the plaster bandages were wrapped around, making a strong protective case over virtually my entire leg.“You must try to keep this dry for the next two months. Then I'll want to remove it so I can check your progress. We may be able then to put on something lighter. Sorry, but it'll be sponge baths for you until this comes off.” He adjusted the crutches to fit me and assisted me down the hallway to my room. I sat in a chair for the very first time in almost a week. I'd never take that for granted again. I was sitting there when Rose rushed in from school. She was always at the hospital fifteen minutes after dismissal.Rose ran across the room to kneel by my side. She held my face to hers. She was crying when she moved back. “Don't cry, Rose.” I wiped the tears from her face with my lips as I kissed her over and over. “I don't want you to cry for me, Rose. I'm going to get better and we're going to be fine. I won't be able to play football, but that's okay. I only had another seven games, anyway. Then I'd probably never play again.”“You might play with our children.”I grinned. “Planning ahead, eh? I think I'll still be able to handle that, maybe even a little basketball or baseball; just so long as I don't have to roller skate. I tend to fall a lot.”“Oh; Paul, how can you joke about this? I've been so worried about you.”“What's the alternative, Rose? Should I sit around feeling sorry about everything that's happened? I'd rather look forward to being with and loving you.”“You're right, of course, Paul. We can't change what's happened, but we can change what's going to happen. I'm going to be closer to you now than your own skin.” She hugged me and I felt that nothing had ever felt better. We talked about school, our friends and families. I asked her how Uncle Carl was feeling about our relationship.“Believe it or not, he's much better about it since your injury even though he knows I'm going to stay with you.”“What do you mean; stay with me?”“Oh, didn't I explain? Your dad's office is being converted into a temporary bedroom for you; and me. I'll be there every day to help you get dressed and undressed and to wash you and help you to the toilet.”“The toilet?”“Yes, the toilet; I've already discussed it with your doctor. You'll probably be able to stand and pee, but he doesn't think you'll be able to get up from the toilet if you have to poop.”I couldn't resist a giggle. “Poop?”“Yes; poop! And don't be surprised if I have to wipe you. I'm going to wash you. If I don't, your mother will have to do it. Who would you prefer?”“You, but I'll really look forward to a shower.”“Me, too; I also talked to the doctor about that; no solo showers for a couple of weeks once the cast is off. He says your leg will be weak for a few weeks. By then you won't want to have one by yourself.”“Hell, I don't want one without you now. I just never thought we'd be showering together; not for quite a while, anyway.”The banter continued for another half hour until I began to yawn. Rose helped me up and into bed. She covered me, kissed me, and told me to sleep. She didn't have to; I was asleep in seconds. I wasn't used to the strain of being vertical with my leg yet. I was also still flushing the narcotics they'd used for pain relief from my body.Rose was still there when I awoke around nine. “What are you eating, Rose? I don't want you to get sick at my expense.”“Don't worry I'm eating more than enough. I have a sandwich after school every day and I usually grab a snack while you're sleeping. See; here's my candy bar in my purse. Okay, now?”I held my hand out for her. She took it and I pulled her to me. Her lips met mine; my tongue met hers. It was our first romantic kiss in almost a week. We held it for what seemed like forever only to be interrupted once again by the nurse. Rose told me about the arrangements tomorrow to take me home. She'd go to school for the morning, but be here at the hospital by noon for my discharge and to drive me home. I couldn't wait.I donned the tee-shirt that Rose had bought me yesterday, but I needed help with the underwear and shorts. I was thankful that a male orderly was selected for the job. I stepped into the single sandal and hobbled forward on my crutches into the wheelchair. My leg was elevated and I bid farewell to my room, praying I'd never see it again. We went down in the elevator and out to the lobby. Rose stood by the truck door. I'd never been so happy to see her. She helped me up to the seat and threw my crutches into the truck's bed. The nurse handed me my books and we were off.“I never knew you could drive a stick.”“I couldn't, but Uncle Stan taught me. It was quite a challenge, believe me. I must have grinded the gears a hundred times before I figured it out. I'm doing a lot better now. You can relax.” She let her foot off the clutch and off we went. I was surprised at how well she was doing. I did relax; all the way home.Mom was there to help me from the car. I managed the walk to the front porch easily, but was stymied by the steps. I didn't know how to proceed until Rose helped me once again. “Put your good leg up first then pull the crutches and bad leg up after. Repeat for each step.”“Let me guess; the doctor told you.” Rose just smiled and laughed. Then she helped me up the stairs. Mom and Rose were by my side all the way into the living room. I eased my way into the couch. Rose lifted my leg onto a hassock then she brought me a Coke. She delivered it with a kiss. Mom laughed. It was good to be home. I was sitting there resting when Mary ran in from school. She hugged me, but carefully. “Don't worry, kiddo; I'm not made of glass.”She hugged me again and whispered into my ear, “I need to talk with you later. Okay? It's private.” I nodded and she ran into the kitchen. I wondered if I'd ever run again. I struggled to get up, understanding what Rose had said about the toilet. She scolded me for trying to get up by myself as she led me to my new temporary quarters.Dad's study had been rearranged. The arm chairs had been moved to the garage as had the table and the large world globe. A double bed had been moved in and made with sheets, a blanket, and four pillows. “Four pillows,” I asked.“Yes; three for you and one for me; you'll be sleeping on your back and the doctor wants your leg elevated. We also think you'll need a few pillows for sitting up in bed.”“How many will we need when we make love? We've never done it in a real bed, you know?”“Well, under ordinary circumstances I'd say that I'd be your pillow, but for a while I think you'll have to be mine. Of course, we'll have to be home alone to actually make love. I'm afraid I'd scare the living daylights out of your family.”I hugged her to me and asked her to bring Mary in. “She wants to speak with me privately, Rose. I don't know what it's about. Do you mind?” Of course, she agreed, closing the door a few minutes later.I looked at my sister closely, probably for the first time in years. I could see her blossoming sexuality in the formation of her breasts and hips. “Okay, kiddo, what's up?”She sat on the bed, looked up anxiously, and asked me, “Paul; how do you know you're in love?” Wow, what a question.“I don't know what to tell you, Mary, except that when the time comes you'll know. There's no billboard in the sky or little voice in your head that tells you. I wouldn't worry about it for a few years. You're still pretty young to worry about that.”“Okay then, can you teach me how to kiss?” Oh God, what a welcome home!“Okay, Mary obviously I'm not going to demonstrate on you so why don't you ask Rose to join us?” She did a minute later. I motioned her to sit next to me. “Mary wants to know how to kiss so I think we need to demonstrate.” Rose's eyes lit up. We moved Mary to the other side of the bed where she'd have a good view as I leaned forward and Rose met me. We kissed for almost a minute while Mary looked on. I continued my explanation when Rose was willing to release me. “See how loose and flexible Rose's mouth is?” I demonstrated by working Rose's jaw much to the amusement of Rose and Mary both. “You need to keep your mouth open.” So, of course, Rose opened up so far that a cantaloupe could fit easily. Mary and I laughed, exactly as Rose had intended. “And, you'll want to use your tongue.”“Even I know that!” I hugged Mary as we all had a good laugh. Then I got serious again.“Is all this for anyone we know? Don't worry, we won't say anything and we won't tease you either.”Mary's head went down as she blushed deeply. “Eric,” she whispered.I hugged her again. “I like Eric. I think he'd be great for you, but don't be discouraged if it doesn't work out. You're both very young and things can change. Does Eric know how you feel?”Once again the head went down. “Yes, he tried to kiss me last time we went to visit you in the hospital. I didn't; not because I didn't want to; but because I didn't know what to do.”I looked to Rose. I knew what I'd do, but I wanted her opinion. “If I were you, Mary I'd kiss him the next time you have an opportunity which I think might be tonight. Mom and Eric are coming to dinner. Maybe we can get you outside; alone.” Mary hugged Rose and, then me, and we were alone again.Aunt Celia and Eric came at 5:30 and they brought dinner; two large pizzas, one sausage with extra cheese, and the other a “kitchen sink” with sausage, pepperoni, onion, green pepper, black olives, and mushroom. I opted for my favorite; the sausage. Rose and I ate at the living room coffee table where I could stretch out my leg. Eric and Mary also sat with us, but on the floor, their drinks on the table with ours. The parents sat in the kitchen. I “asked” Mary and Eric if they would please take the empty pizza boxes and paper plates out to the trash cans in the back yard. Mary winked at me when she left. I knew the job should take two minutes or less from prior experience. They were gone more than ten. Rose and I were silent when they returned. Mary winked again. Rose and I couldn't resist laughing. I stifled it by kissing her which silenced both of us.I was home three nights when Mom told us, “We're going out a bit to play some miniature golf. We'll be gone at least an hour. In fact, we'll phone you at least ten minutes before we come home.” I knew immediately what was up; my dad hated miniature golf and I knew they'd never go out on a Wednesday; a school night. Rose closed and locked the door and helped me into the shower for my sponge bath. She showered once I was done. It was a quick one for both of us. We were barely dry when we tumbled into bed. Rose was all over me in a second. Her lips found mine and her breasts rubbed all over my chest.We'd slept together in the same bed Monday and Tuesday nights and we'd been naked. Rose had sucked me off Monday and I'd reciprocated with her sitting on my face, but we had wanted to make love in the worst way. My hands found those delectable nipples, and her hot wet cunt.Meanwhile, my cock felt like it had never been harder or thicker. It was so hard it actually hurt. Rose lifted her body over mine, taking care to avoid contact with my cast. A moment later I watched with interest as I disappeared into her slender body. Dear God, I had wanted this so badly and, apparently, so did Rose.Her eyes glassed over almost immediately as she crushed her muff into me. I gripped her ass, feeling the tiny tremors running through her body almost immediately. I drove into her as best I could considering my infirmity. Thank God I had cum just two days ago, otherwise I'd probably cum in an instant from her frenetic motions on my cock. I knew that Rose was somewhere else; somewhere few women would ever find; when she suddenly froze. I saw and felt the massive convulsions race through her body and I heard her unearthly scream that went on and on. She continued to ride me for several minutes as I emptied into her, until we fell quiet, barely moving. Only our slow breathing showed that we were actually alive.Rose looked up about five minutes later. “I love your mother and I love you.” I pulled her to me for a long lingering kiss as my softened meat fell out of her. Rose pulled me up and back to the shower. I stood with only my good leg inside because the floor was now wet as she washed me again. I stepped out so she could step in. Semen ran down her legs. We dressed and were back in the living room by the time Mom phoned, acting as though nothing had happened once they returned even though everyone knew different. We were dressed in our pajamas; a tee-shirt and gym shorts for me, one of my tee-shirts and a pair of pink short shorts for Rose. We only wore them while in my family's company. In bed we were always naked.CHAPTER 7I learned very early why the doctor wanted me to stay home for a week before returning to school. Getting around on one leg could be exhausting. I had a lot of adjusting to do; I practiced walking up and down stairs several times every day. Port Jefferson High School was three stories high with no elevator. It was a very old building.Rose continued to bring my assignments home every day. I wanted to spend my afternoons and evenings with her, but I also knew how important it was for her to do her work. I always joined her at the dining room table to do homework even though I could just as easily do it during the day.Rose and I were seated on the couch Saturday morning when the doorbell rang. It was Mr. Gentile and Mr. Cosgrove, the club president. Suddenly, I saw my full scholarship disappearing down the drain. However, that was not the case. They had come just to see how I was doing. We sat and spoke for more than an hour. I introduced Rose as my fiancé which pleased both her and my mother. I decided we needed to go out one afternoon next week.I never did know why Uncle Carl allowed Rose to stay with me while I recovered, but I was glad he did. Despite all our kidding about my “pooping” I found the very first time that my stiff leg made it impossible for me to reach the toilet tissue. I was so frustrated when I called for Rose. Not surprisingly she was waiting for me right outside the door. She helped me to stand then wiped my ass until I was clean. Then she helped me pull my briefs and shorts up my legs, fastening them around my waist. She kissed me and helped me out the door as though what she had done was an everyday occurrence. Actually, it would become an everyday occurrence until I'd get rid of this damned cast.Monday morning we were up early. I took a long time to dress, even longer than Rose who had to do her hair and minimal make-up in addition to helping me. We were off to pick up Eric before driving to school. Arrangements had been made for me to enter through the gym so I wouldn't have to struggle up the seventeen steps that led to the front entrance. I waited for Rose to park the truck and we walked to the main office where I turned in my illness excuse note. I was offered a library aide to carry my books, but I turned around to show my knapsack on my back. I kissed Rose good-bye and walked to my locker. I hadn't gone even fifty feet when I ran into trouble in the person of Ryan. “Ha ha. Look at you now. I'm going to find Rose and I'm going to squeeze those nice titties of hers until she cries and there's nothing you can do about it.”I hobbled right up to him and dropped my crutches to the floor. Ryan hit the floor only a second later, the result of my fist colliding with his nose. “Get up, you bastard. If you think I need two legs to beat a piece of crap like you; .” I felt two hands on my shoulders. Turning I saw my buddies Elmer Morris and Eli Strand. I became an athlete through hard work and hustle. Elmer and Eli worked hard, but they also had real athletic ability. They lived here in Port Jefferson in what would best be described as the Negro section of town. Elmer was a six feet, two inch 185 pound speedster who starred in basketball and baseball, as well. Eli was six feet, three inches and 245 pounds; a tackle in football as well as a star in basketball and baseball, too. We had been great friends ever since ninth grade. I'd been to each of their homes and they'd been to mine. My crutches were returned to me and Eli spoke quietly, “Listen, asshole, if you touch Rose or any other girl like that you're going to wish you were dead.” He was never able to say another word. We were interrupted by the principal, Mr. Vanderhoff.He took Ryan and me to the office with Elmer and Eli coming along as “witnesses.” Ryan denied saying anything, but it was three against one with Eli and Elmer backing my story. “I'd probably suspend you, Paul except that I doubt I'd accept that kind of talk about my girlfriend.”“It's actually worse than that, Mr. V; Rose is my fiancé. We'll be married at the end of the year.”Ryan rarely knew when to keep his big yap shut and today was no different. “You're not taking the word of them over me; the word of those Negroes over that of a white person.” I looked at him with a hatred I never knew I could have, but it was nothing compared to the look on Eli's and Elmer's faces. Mr. V admonished him, but I knew he was in BIG trouble now. Eli and Elmer were dismissed while Mr. V warned Ryan and me. He wanted us to shake hands, but I refused. “You can suspend me or give me detention, but you can't make me shake hands with him. Don't worry; I won't hit him again if he only keeps his big trap shut.” I was given time to go to my locker before struggling up to the second floor for my English class.One of the students graciously vacated his seat in the front of the room so I could have room for my leg. I was glad to be back in school again where I could interact with my teachers and the other students. I'd also see Rose at various times during the day, too. I had just reached the end of the lunch line and was wondering how I was going to get my tray to a table when Rose walked up and took it from me. She led me to her table where I sat with her, her friend Heather, and Eli and Elmer. I knew why they were sitting here; they wanted responsible witnesses. I understood even better when Ryan walked across the hall into the lavatory. A ninth grader was following him, but he was pulled back by one of the linemen on the team. Four big players went in after Ryan; two whites and two Negroes. A fifth stood guard while Ryan was pummeled inside. Five minutes later the four walked out, paper towels drying their hands. Ryan hadn't shown himself by the time we left for our next class. When we saw him at the close of school he was missing several teeth. Of course, we had seen nothing.The following afternoon I asked Rose to drive into downtown Port Jefferson almost to the harbor where we left the truck and walked into Mr. Cosgrove's jewelry store. We were there to buy a ring. I had given my dad a check over the weekend and he'd cashed it yesterday. Mr. Cosgrove welcomed us and showed us several rings within my budget, promising us a twenty percent discount. We walked out with a simple solitaire of a half carat in a thin gold band. Rose loved her ring; I already knew that she loved me.We went home and Rose showed Mom the ring. “I think we'll have to go out again tonight, Paul. I'm sure we'll be gone at least an hour.” Once again, Rose bathed me, dried me, and fucked my lights out, screaming into the night. She was nothing less than incredible.The days and weeks flew by and finally it was time for my cast to be removed. The doctor sawed through the plaster and removed the padding and gauze. I was appalled when I saw my leg. It was filthy; covered with dirt and dead skin. Worse, my muscles had atrophied from lack of use. My leg was cleaned and my knee x-rayed. The doctor had good news for me; I could wear a brace in lieu of another cast. I was overjoyed! I'd still need a month or more of physical therapy, but I would be walking by Christmas and driving, too. Best of all, I'd be able to wipe my own ass now.I worked even harder now. I was all caught up with my class work and attended physical therapy every afternoon after school. I was exhausted by the time Rose drove me home. I enjoyed taking a shower again and taking it with Rose made it all the sweeter. I needed her to help support me, but the way she did it; well, it was fantastic. She pressed her lush body up against mine, pushing those D-cup breasts with their firm nipples into my chest and back while her arms encircled my body. I'd tell Ryan all about it, but he'd left school and never returned. We'd heard that he had a broken nose and two broken ribs, among other injuries in addition to the dental problems we'd seen earlier. More than a hundred students were questioned by the school authorities, but no one saw anything, not even Ryan. He had just stepped up to a urinal when the lights went out. He was grabbed by big hands, punched and kicked. His head was forced into the urinal and it was flushed. Personally, I was sorry he wasn't using the toilet.Christmas was wonderful that year. My physical therapy had come along well and I was able to walk on my own at last. I still needed the brace, but only for safety. Another month would put it behind me. My muscles had responded to all the therapy and had grown back to almost normal. Rose still lived with me even though I'd moved back upstairs. The double bed was moved into my room and the furniture originally in Dad's study was returned. I stored some of my clothes in the attic so Rose could keep some in my closet and dresser. We were like a happily married couple although we weren't quite married yet.Aunt Celia, Mom, and Rose started preparations for our wedding right after the New Year. St. Anthony's was reserved for the final Saturday in June. St. George's County Club would cater the reception. Now they began the search for a dress in earnest. I asked Rose about it several times, but she refused to say a word. I selected Brian as my Best Man, with Eric, Eli, and Elmer as ushers. Rose asked Heather to be Maid of Honor with Mary and two other friends I barely knew as bridesmaids.It was June before we knew it. In other years I had always looked forward to the annual athletic banquet. I knew I hadn't earned a letter this year so I was surprised when I received an invitation. Rose took the truck home that afternoon and she was shocked when she returned; she had been invited, too.The banquet always takes place on the first Wednesday of the month, long before we had to study for our finals and Regents exams. Rose and I drove to the school that night where we were welcomed by our friends, all of whom knew about our impending wedding. The cafeteria was decorated nicely as usual as we found our seats. We sat with Eli, Elmer, Brian, and a few other football players. The award presentations began after dinner. I wasn't at all surprised to learn that Elmer was selected as the Football and Basketball MVP. Eli was Baseball MVP. I sat and applauded when my friends were called to receive their letterman's sweaters. The program was almost over and we still had no idea why we were there. Principal Vanderhoff stepped to the podium. “As many of you know, our ex-coach John Cappy fought a valiant battle against cancer before passing three years ago. He was one of the finest men I've ever known and he was certainly one of the most courageous. The Board of Education has decided to honor him with the John Cappy Memorial Trophy to be awarded to the school's most courageous athlete. Our first recipient is Paul Lockwood. I know I don't have to tell you about his courage or determination.”I was stunned. I was still filtering the announcement when everyone present stood to applaud. I was so weak-kneed when Rose pulled me to my feet. She tried to push me forward, but I clasped her hand and whispered, “Please come with me, Rose.” She really had no choice; I wasn't about to release her. I shook hands with the principal, my coach, and the athletic director while it was explained that the huge trophy would be placed in the showcase at the main entry. My name had already been engraved on a small silver rectangle screwed into the base. I received a small wooden plaque as a remembrance and stepped up to the podium.“Well; this was totally unexpected. You can see just how courageous I am; I needed Rose to be here with me for moral support. Actually, I doubt that I'd even be able to be here if not for Rose. She stayed with me every day and night in the hospital and then at home, too. Since we'll be married in about two and a half weeks I'm going to skip over all the things of a personal nature that she did for me. She drove me to school and to therapy every day and she was there every weekend to help me, too. Honestly, I think the award should go to her.” I stepped back and Mr. V stepped up to the microphone again.“It's good that Rose is here with you Paul, because we have a plaque for her, too. We agree that she has gone more than the extra mile for you. We have decided to recognize Rose her as our “Most Dedicated Fan.” I couldn't help myself; I hugged her right there in front of almost three hundred students, teachers, and parents. Not a single person laughed; they all applauded. I stepped back so Rose could speak.“Thanks.” She retreated, took my hand, and we walked back to our table. Everyone wanted to see our plaques. You'd have thought I'd been named All-America. The event broke up a few minutes later and I drove Rose home. We were elated when we walked in the door.I had to study for Regents Exams in Calculus, Physics, and Spanish 4. Rose had Geometry, World History, and Chemistry. Of course, we had other final exams, too. It was a busy time for both of us right up until the last week when things came to a screeching halt. The last few days of school were used for teachers to grade exams so we weren't either expected or wanted to be there. Rose wanted to go to the beach; I was reluctant. Finally, Rose sat with me and calmed me. “Paul, you have an ugly scar on your leg. It wasn't your fault or your responsibility. The fault belongs to a vile person, not you. How many times have I seen it? Hundreds, at least; have I ever fainted? Put on your suit and a shirt. I'll change and we'll go to the deli for some sandwiches and Cokes.”She led me upstairs to my; our; room and we stripped. Rose helped me with my suit; I still couldn't bend my knee enough unless I was very deliberate and slow. Ten minutes later we were out the door with Mary en route to pick up Eric. I drove with Rose squeezed in next to me. Mary sat on Eric's lap. Half an hour later I drove down Sill's Gully. The beach was still deserted when I placed the blanket onto the pebbles.Rose ran her hand over my rough knee, her fingers feeling the indentations from each of the hundred stitches not even neatly arranged in two almost parallel lines that were still visible on my puckered skin. My knee was ugly; that was the simple truth of it. It was ugly and deformed and it barely worked. I could walk fairly easily, but I still couldn't run. The only positive was that my leg's muscles had responded to the months of therapy and were back to normal. Now if I could only bend my knee all the way. I had flexibility exercises I did every day, but the progress was exceedingly slow.I lay back on the blanket with Rose lying on top of me. Our sexuality was an open secret as was Mary and Eric's. She embraced him much as Rose did me. Soon we began to make out, Rose once again expressing her love for me physically, just as she did virtually every night. We had tried to control our lust for each other, but our love was too strong. One night way back in February we found our way to making love; to fucking each other until we couldn't move. Our orgasms were punctuated by Rose's scream. Mom laughed like crazy the following morning and when Rose blushed she pulled her close for a hug and kiss.“Never apologize for being so orgasmic, Rose. Most women would kill for that. Be proud of what your body can do for you, but please; do it earlier in the evening so we can sleep.” We all laughed like crazy, even Rose and especially Mary.To be continued in part 5. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul Loves Rose: Part 3

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 27, 2024

Paul and Rose commit themselves to each otherby senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.CHAPTER 5We had a wonderful time at the cookout. Rose and I rocked slowly in the hammock for more than an hour until it was time for lunch. After that I decided it was time to play ball with Eric. I pulled my glove from the truck and threw with him until he tired. Rose and I teamed up for horseshoes, beating our parents three times before throwing a game to Eric and Mary. Eric, at thirteen, was a year older than Mary. They liked each other, but I doubted that they'd ever love each other the way Rose and I did. I helped to cook the steaks for dinner then Rose and I were dismissed. We were free to go for our date.Rose opted for miniature golf so we brought Eric and Mary with us. It was a tight squeeze in the truck, but we made it work. I paid for ice cream sundaes after, then we took them home; Rose and I headed for the beach. We found several others around a bonfire. They were all kids like us who we knew either from school or the neighborhood. We said our “hello's” then walked down the beach for some privacy, although I still had no idea what to do about Rose's screaming.We stripped each other, then lay down to hold and touch each other. We were there more than a half hour when Rose shifted position, moving down to take my cock into her mouth. “Oh no; only if I get to take care of you, too.” I pulled her around until we were in the classic “69” position. My tongue found her wet and hot. Juice gushed from within her fountain. Rose's tongue and lips found my organ hard and oozing pre-cum at a fantastic rate. Seconds later we were into each other as never before; as starving people at a grand feast. I licked Rose's silky thighs, marveling that anything could be so soft and smooth. When I reached her labia I combined licking with sucking and nibbling. I could feel her react on my cock. My hands found her firm breasts and her hard wrinkled nipples as my tongue entered her. Her body thrashed on mine. Only a hand, quickly moved to one of her ass cheeks, held her in place.Rose had begun at my tip slowly and carefully licking the oozing pre-cum from my urethra. She then licked around the head several times before engulfing my organ with her mouth and sucking for all she was worth. Her mouth fucked me just as my tongue fucked her. We kept it up for more than ten minutes until I sucked her clit into my mouth. I could feel the spasm running through her body. It went on and on for almost a minute. I could only assume she was experiencing one orgasm after another. Her scream began just as I came, flooding her mouth with semen. It was the only thing we'd done so far that had silenced her. Finally, it abated and we lay still. I pulled her up to hold and caress her face. “I love you so much, Rose; more than I could ever tell you.” I looked into her face to see that she was out cold. I shook her gently until she stirred. We kissed and dressed then walked back to the fire. We sat and chatted with our friends; half an hour later we went home. I took Rose to my house where we cleaned up and watched some TV before I took her home. Both families were still there so I grabbed a beer and we joined them in the back yard. The party ended around one.School was hectic once Memorial Day passed. Rose and I were both enrolled in college-prep level courses which meant we would take special exams developed by the New York State Board of Regents, more commonly known as “Regents Exams.” There was tight security on the exams and everyone in the state had to take them at the same time. As a junior I'd have a heavy load; English, Spanish 3, American History, Chemistry, and Advanced Algebra. As a Freshman Rose would only have to deal with Elementary Algebra and Biology; she was in an advanced level program in science.We were both excellent students, near the top of our classes. Her dad was a PhD physicist; mine was a PhD biologist. They had extremely high expectations for us. We studied like crazy, but still found time for each other. We were always careful to use a condom. Neither of us wanted to create a problem and our religious beliefs meant that an abortion was out of the question. Also, I loved Rose so much that I'd never want her to be hurt or embarrassed. We finished the year strongly. I had an average of 94.3; Rose earned a 94.7. I started work at the golf course the following day.I was really busy between the golf course and my lawn mowing business. Mr. Gentile taught me how to use the tractor mowers, how to mow the greens, and to use insecticides. In fact, I'd take the state applicators license test and pass it by mid-summer. It was a breeze after taking a full year of chemistry. As time passed my work hours were increased so I passed half of my customers off to Brian. I kept those in my immediate neighborhood and, because Brian used my mower, gas, and tools, he paid me a dollar per lawn. I also took any complaints because they were my customers and I was responsible. Fortunately, Brian was also responsible so complaints were few.Mr. Gentile had given me Sunday and Monday as days off. I spent most of Sunday with Rose, first at church and later most days at the beach. We made love almost every night. I went through condoms by the dozen. Then, one night in early August, I got a surprise. We were on the beach and I reached for one. “No, Paul; you won't need one, not any more. I talked Mom into letting me get the birth control pill. I've been on it for a month. Now we can really feel each other. Isn't that great?”“Yeah, but it also means that your mom and dad know what we're doing so my parents know, too. I think I'm about to be killed.”“No you won't, Paul; both our moms have known for more than two months. Mine guessed after that first night you came in with me back in May. Remember how glassy-eyed I was when I went into the bathroom? We had a long chat once school was out. She had already made the appointment for my gynecologist. She swore me to secrecy until tonight so it would be a real surprise. Of course, your mom knows, but I know my dad doesn't. Mom said he wouldn't understand. He still thinks of me as a little girl. Isn't that funny; someone who wears a 34-C bra a little girl? I can barely wear a C-cup any more. I think Mom will buy me some D's once school starts again. Oh, Paul I'm so sorry. All I'm doing is talking when both of us want to do something else. I guess I'm just nervous.”I silenced her with a quick kiss and whispered, “I'm sure I'm just as nervous as you are besides I love to listen to your voice; even when you aren't making any sense.” Rose waited a second before she began to giggle. It wasn't long before I joined her and the two of us were laughing like crazy. Somehow we managed to undress each other while we laughed.“Paul, can we do it some different way?”“What would you like to do?”“How do animals do it?”I'm pretty sure that's called ‘doggie' for obvious reasons. You need to be on hands and knees facing away from me. I'm sure this would be a lot better on a bed, but that's out of the question for now. Tell me if the rocks hurt your knees, okay?”“I promise, but I just remembered something else my mom told me. She's a screamer like me, but she doesn't have orgasm after orgasm like I do. She told me I was really lucky, but I already knew that. I'm lucky to have you, especially after thinking you were my cousin all those years.”“I don't want to start an argument, especially as we're about to make love, but I think I'm incredibly lucky. Not only are you gorgeous and brilliant, but you're sexy as hell and your body; . Well, just let me tell you how many guys at school would have tried to maul your breasts if I hadn't threatened to beat the living hell out of them.”Rose turned to face me. “Did you really do that, Paul?”“More times than I care to admit, but now everyone knows you're taken. Only a fool would touch you now. Even idiotic Ryan knows better than to even open his big mouth. So, why are we still talking?” I rubbed my naked cock into her slit. It was a new and foreign experience for both of us. I leaned forward to hold Rose, the person I loved most as my rock-hard erection slid into her. It took a bit of effort, but within fifteen seconds my balls swung against her abdomen.“Mind if I try something else new, Rose? I red about this in the Playboy Advisor, too.” I moistened my index finger in her slit and rubbed it into her puckered anus.“Oh, Paul I never thought you'd do anything there.”“If what I red was accurate, you have many more nerve endings there than in your cunt and we both know how you react to that being stimulated. Shall I push my finger in?”“It felt pretty good when you touched it, but I don't think I'm quite ready. Are you angry with me?”I leaned forward to kiss her ear. That always tickled her. “I'm not angry, darling. I never want to do anything you're not comfortable with. Now, shall we see how this works out?” I placed one hand on each breast and thrust into Rose with increasing pace and intensity. My fingers worried her sensitive areolas and her hardened nipples as my cock moved into and out of her. I had to admit; feeling her on my skin was nothing less than fantastic. The heat; the wetness; the grip of her muscles on me were beyond comparison.My abdomen picked up the tiny vibrations of her orgasm through my contact with her butt. The terms “vaginal orgasm” and “multi-orgasmic” were foreign to me, but if there were ever pictures next to them in the dictionary they would be of Rose. She once told me that she had counted twelve separate orgasms during one of our couplings. Another time she described only one that lasted more than ten minutes and increased in intensity, ending only when I had cum.Now I was actually going to cum within her and it was going to be sooner rather than later. I reached for her clit just as I blew my first thick rope of semen into her. “Oh Paul; I can feel it. It's so hot and there's so much of it.” I collapsed onto her back, my arms around her waist holding us closely until I realized something was wrong.“Rose, what happened? Why didn't you scream?”“I did, but this blocked it.” She showed me a small hand towel that had been rolled into a cylinder. “It's a secret my mom showed me. I stuffed it into my mouth just before I felt it.”“I don't know. I kind of liked the scream. I always knew I'd done well by you.”“Paul, darling, you never have to worry about that. I thought I knew what an orgasm was from when I masturbated, but I was wrong. There's nothing like the ones you give me.”I pulled her back to me and we lay on the blanket for more than an hour. Rose had played with my slimy cock the entire time and, naturally, it responded. I had been hard for more than fifteen minutes when Rose decided she needed me again. Up she went to straddle me. Her hand guided me to her. I watched myself disappear into her slender body. Rose carefully placed the towel by my head as she began to rock. I reflected on how far she had come in only five months. She had gone from a demure virgin to a sexual animal who wasn't the least bit hesitant to act on her needs and desires.I moved up for a kiss, grappling her breasts and squeezing them firmly as we moved toward our orgasms. I had been surprised to learn how rough Rose liked her sex. She loved having her nipples grabbed and twisted and even bitten. Along the same vein she loved my teeth on her sensitive clit. Of course, we both knew I'd never hurt her, but a little pain made the whole experience so much more enjoyable and so much more intense for her.Tonight was no exception; I worked her nipples with my fingers until she leaned forward, her intentions perfectly clear; bite me! She came so hard I could actually feel her squirt onto my body. It exploded from her like a fire hose, running off my body onto the blanket. This blanket had been washed more often in the past four months than it had in the past four years. Now it would need to be washed again. Luckily, Mom knew about us and had apparently approved. She never said a word about our relationship and I knew she wouldn't say a word about it now. She would wash the blanket with a smile and place it on my bed so we could use it again tomorrow night.Once Rose had recovered I pulled her up and into the water. Long Island Sound was usually calm and the tide was high tonight. Swimming at low tide in the dark could be dangerous. Not only were there fair sized rocks to trip over, but I'd actually swum into a few in the dark. It was a shocking and dangerous experience, believe me. We waded slowly into the water, our hands swirling through tiny bioluminescent jellyfish-like organisms in the shallow warm water.This wasn't our first time skinny dipping. My mom had teased me mercilessly the first time I had walked in with wet hair and clothes. She knew all too well that my bathing suit was upstairs in my dresser. She also knew that Rose and I were making love almost daily so our nudity with each other was a non-issue. Our only concern was to get Rose home after her father had gone to bed. We held each other in the chest deep water and washed our secretions from our bodies. I knew exactly what Rose was thinking when she rubbed her pubis into my leg. “Not tonight; I doubt I could get it up again no matter what you do.”“Oh; want to bet?”“No! I have to get you home. Remember, I have to be up by 5:00 tomorrow morning so I need to be in bed like a half hour ago.”“Okay, let's go.” She led me out and we dried each other using the other side of the blanket as best we could. We were back in the truck ten minutes later and home ten minutes after that. My mother took one look at me and smiled. She laughed when she saw the blanket under my arm.“Don't worry I'll have it ready for you by tomorrow night.” I waved my thanks en route to the shower and bed.I noticed early on that Mr. Gentile was spending much more time with me than with any of the other employees. Initially, I thought it was due to my inexperience and newness to the situation, but as time passed I thought he must have some other motivation. I never asked; I assumed he'd tell me when he was ready. I only knew that I learned a lot that first summer. It was hard work, but that was okay with me. I enjoyed working outside and I especially enjoyed seeing things grow. All the same I was looking forward to school; my senior year and the football season.Practice began the third week of August from 5:00 to 7:00 five evenings a week. Rose came with me every time even though it meant that I'd have to drive home, eat a quick meal after showering then drive back to Port Jefferson High to dress for practice. We rarely wore pads for these practices. Most of the guys weren't in good enough condition when practice started and the heat could be oppressive, even in the early evening. After practice I'd shower and rush out to be with Rose. Practice went well. As expected I was first string fullback on offense and first string middle linebacker on defense. I was looking forward to having a great year.I learned over Labor Day weekend what Mr. Gentile had in mind. He explained everything to me and asked for my opinion. He asked to speak with my parents when we were done. I made arrangements once I had a long talk with Rose. He came to our house at ten on Labor Day morning. “Mom; Dad, you know Mr. Gentile. He wants to talk to us about my future.”“Okay, Paul, but why is Rose here for this?”“I'll explain that once Mr. Gentile is done, okay?”“I think you know that I'm Superintendent at St. George's Country Club. I'm also 59 years old and I hope to retire in another six years at 65. I asked Paul to work for me this summer because I thought he'd make a good replacement for me.”“We think he should go to college.”“Yes, so do I; would you be surprised to know that I'm a Cornell grad? Cornell is an interesting university. Part of it is public and part private. The public part began as an agricultural school although these days one can study anything he or she wants. I think Paul will tell you that I spent a lot of time with him this summer. I also made sure that the Club Board met and interacted with Paul. They like him as much as I do.“So, here's the deal: the Club will pay all of Paul's expenses at Cornell. They have an excellent program in turf management. Once he graduates he'll work a year as my assistant at $20,000 plus benefits. The following year he'll take over and make $30,000. Over the next two years his salary will increase to $40,000 which is what I'll earn my final year. You seem surprised. There's a lot of responsibility in my job and there's a lot of money at the Club. Of course, all this will be put into a contract to protect Paul's interest. The Club would expect Paul to work there for a minimum of five years.”“How do you know he'll be accepted at Cornell? That's a pretty good school, isn't it?”“Yes, it is, but Paul will have my recommendation as well as that of the entire Board. I should point out that the Club has donated more than $100,000 to the University over the past five years and will donate another $50,000 before Paul graduates. Trust me; he will be accepted.”We talked it out over the next hour and a half. Everyone voiced their opinions except for Rose. Her turn would come later. Ultimately, we agreed. I liked the opportunity. I enjoyed working with my hands and with growing things. I hated the idea of working in a laboratory like my dad did. It didn't hurt that I'd earn much more than the government paid him, too. Mr. Gentile left around 11:30. Now the discussion became serious.“Mom; Dad, I know you're wondering why Rose was here for this. Now you'll know. I asked her to marry me last night. Next June, once I've graduated, Rose and I will marry. She'll come to Ithaca with me. We can't stand the thought of being apart for two days let alone ten months. Back when we began dating I told you, Mom, that I loved Rose and that I was in it for the long haul. Now you know that I'm in and have been in love with Rose for quite a while and by ‘long haul' I meant forever.”Rose spoke for the first time. “When we first began seeing each other Mom thought I was thrilled to have a real date. The truth is that I was thrilled to have a date with Paul. I thought I was a freak. I was in love with my own cousin. Aunt Martha; Uncle Stan, I've been head over heels in love with Paul for more than two years. I loved him as a cousin when I was a kid then that changed. I love him more than anything now. To be away from him would kill me. We promised ourselves to each other months ago. I want to be with Paul; forever.”“Where will you live, Paul?”“If we have to we can use a small cabin on the golf course grounds. I've already cleared it with the Board President. We'd prefer to stay here with you while we're home, but if that's not possible we'll stay there. It's small, basically two rooms and a bathroom. It does have a double bed which will be a relief after having sex on the beach for the past five months. That's right, Dad; Rose and I have made love almost every night.”“And I was the one who pushed for it, Uncle Stan. Paul didn't want to push or rush me, but I wanted Paul more than anything. I pushed him, but I don't have to push him any longer. We anticipate a problem with my father who thinks I'm still nine, but we will be together whatever happens.” I had never seen Rose so determined. She had incredible internal strength. The matter was settled when my mom rose and came over to hug and kiss us. Dad followed a moment later. We had their blessing. We were both relieved. Now all we had to deal with was her parents, especially her father who was known to sometimes be high-strung, even irrational.CHAPTER 6We ate lunch with my family and I could tell from my mom's expression that she'd be on the phone as soon as we left to speak with Rose's parents. I knew her mom would be with us, but I was worried by what her father would say; and do. We hugged my parents and walked out the door. I knew Rose was nervous. She had my hand in a death grip. Three minutes later we pulled into her driveway. As expected Aunt Celia was just hanging up the phone. She had a smile on her face.We asked to speak with both of them and Rose began. “Mom; Dad, Paul and I want to speak with you about something important. Paul asked me to marry him last night and I agreed.” She paused here for a reaction; there was none so she continued. “We want to marry when Paul graduates from high school. He has just received a full scholarship to Cornell. I want to go with him and continue high school there. He also has an offer of an excellent job once he graduates.”I looked at Uncle Carl and could see that he was fuming. “What are you two thinking? Are you even thinking at all? This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I absolutely forbid it.”“Why, Daddy? I love Paul and he loves me.”“Why; because you're cousins; that's why!”“But we're not cousins. We're not related at all. I may call you Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia, but the fact is that we're not related in any way. There's no reason why we can't get married.”“I don't care about your smug answers. I think you should leave. I forbid you to see Rose again.”“With all due respect, Uncle Carl, we're both eighteen. Legally we're adults. You don't have the ability or right to deny us.”“I have the ability to throw you out of my house, don't I?”“Don't I have a say in this, Carl? I would think so inasmuch as this house is half mine. Paul; stay where you are. I'll be right back.” Aunt Celia walked to the kitchen; we heard a brief discussion on the phone. She was back in less than a minute.“Well, what are we waiting for now?”“You'll see in a minute, Carl. Really; you should get your head out of your lab once in a while. If you did you would have noticed how much these two are in love. I actually envy them.”“Well, I don't think they should get serious. Bad things can happen.”“Like what?”“They could be caught kissing by the police.” We all laughed. We couldn't help ourselves. There were hardly any police in our area and kissing was mild compared to what we've been doing. “What the hell was that all about?”Rose spoke to answer, “Daddy, Paul and I kiss every day and we do a lot more than that, too. Don't think that Paul has forced me to do anything. It was the other way around. I wanted to become physical with him and he resisted until I made him. Even then he made me wait until we were both sure I was ready.”“Ready? Ready for what?”“To make love, Daddy. Paul and I make love every day; every single day.” His reaction was immediate. He was out of his chair and raced across the room to hit me. Unfortunately for him, Uncle Carl is small and puny compared to me. He raised his hand, but I trapped his arm before he could swing his fist at me. My mother walked in the door, shocked at what she was seeing.“Carl! What the hell are you doing? Sit down this instant and let's discuss this like responsible adults.” I had never seen my mother so angry. Uncle Carl backed off and returned to his chair.“Do you have any idea what these two have been doing? What would happen if Rose became pregnant?”“If she became pregnant they'd just get married sooner and we'd have a lovely grandchild, but that's not going to happen. Fortunately, Celia does pay attention to what's going on around here.”“Yes, Carl, Rose has been on the pill since the end of June and before that Paul insisted that they always use a condom even stopping Rose one time from having sex without one.”“How do you know all this? How do you know this is even true?”“If you took the time to talk with your children once in a while you'd understand. Rose and I talk often. I noticed a very special look on her face one night when Paul brought her home. If you think a bit you'll remember that night, too. I woke you up and we; .”“Celia! Please!”“Oh, Carl, get a grip. You think nobody here knows we have occasional sex? Did the stork bring our two kids? Please, yourself! I woke you up and we fucked like we haven't in months; and if you continue this idiotic argument we won't for another several months.”“But, this just isn't right.”“Daddy, maybe you'd prefer that I get involved with someone who would abuse me; maybe even hurt me.”“No; of course not.”“I want you to remember when I was sick. Who came to visit me every single day; every single day, Daddy? It wasn't you. Sometimes I didn't see you for days, but I saw Paul every single day. He always kissed my forehead then red for at least an hour. I laugh when I think of some of the things he red.”“I don't know; I really enjoyed Nancy Drew and some of those romances were; .” Rose silenced me with a kiss. Then she spoke again.“I thought I was a freak, Daddy, because I was madly in love with my cousin. Then I learned that Paul wasn't my cousin, after all. I can't tell you how thrilled I was. Some boys would have taken advantage of me because I was so naïve and inexperienced, but not Paul. He always treated me with dignity and respect. We want you to accept us, Daddy, but even if you don't I am going to marry Paul. I. AM. GOING. TO. MARRY. PAUL!” She linked her arm into mine, holding me as though she'd never let me go and I guess that was the message. We all sat there silently waiting for a reaction. Finally, Uncle Carl decided to speak.“Okay. I still have some concerns, but it is your life.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Rose turned my head with her finger and gave me an incredible kiss. I hugged Aunt Celia and Mom and held my hand out for Uncle Carl. He thought about it for a few seconds before smiling and taking it in his. “I'm sorry about earlier. I'm glad I didn't actually hit you.” He must have been delusional. He was never going to hit me. I took Rose's hand and we walked out back to the hammock where we relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. We kissed and talked quietly until it was dinner when we learned that we were all going out for a celebration.We went to the beach the following day. I always found it amazing that the beach died right after Labor Day even though the weather was still great. This would be our last day free. School always began on the Wednesday after Labor Day and I was looking forward to my senior year. This year I'd also drive Eric to school. He was beginning ninth grade. I would have much enjoyed having Rose to myself, but I'd have her after football practice and that would have to do.Our first game was on Saturday against Riverhead, another central school that pulled students from roughly twenty local elementary districts. We always had trouble with them, but not this year. I led the way for our star halfback Elmer Morris, repeatedly opening holes in their defense. Elmer ran for more than 150 yards and two touchdowns. Even I had one on a fake run right and pass left. I was all alone in the corner of the end zone. Rose met me with our parents and Eric and Mary who looked like they were getting along unusually well. I reminded myself to ask Rose about it later.We won our second game a week later at Huntington. Once again I opened holes in the line for Elmer and starred on defense with eight tackles and a fumble recovery. I was looking forward to having an outstanding year. I had taken Wednesday morning off from school to sign my agreement with St. George's Country Club after Dad's lawyer had reviewed it. I felt great knowing that my future was secure. I returned to school in time to meet Rose for lunch and prep for Saturday's game with Deer Park.We built an early lead using the same formula we'd used in the first two games. We were on defense in the second quarter with a 21-0 lead when I moved to fill a hole on the right side of their line. I was engaged in a block with their tackle when I was cut-blocked by their halfback who dove for my knee. It was an illegal block that had been seen by the officials as well as both coaches. More than illegal, it was an intentional dirty play. I knew in an instant that I was badly hurt. I could hear as well as feel the cracking in my knee and leg. I went down and I didn't get up. Both coaches and the doctor rushed onto the field. The pain was incredible; almost enough to make me pass out; but I could hear the Deer Park coach screaming at his halfback. He was removed from the game and told to turn in his uniform. I looked down at my right leg; no leg was ever meant to bend in the direction mine had taken. Even worse, I could see my uniform pants turning red; I was bleeding, apparently badly.There's always an ambulance at football games and now I knew why. It drove onto the field and I was loaded onto a gurney and taken away to the hospital. Port Jefferson has had a hospital for years and from what I've been told it was pretty good. A few years ago the state opened a new university almost next door in Stony Brook. The following year a medical school and teaching hospital were also opened. That's where I was headed now.I was still conscious, but barely, when they wheeled me into the emergency room. The team doctor had given me something for the pain and I was really woozy. I was only there for a few minutes while they cut my treasured uniform from my body then I was whisked into an operating room. By then my parents had arrived and had signed the necessary permissions.It was dark when I woke; my leg up in what I later learned was traction, an IV in my arm. I was still pretty much out of it, but I could hear crying. I knew in an instant that it was Rose. “Don't cry, Rose,” I whispered. She jumped up in a flash to hold my head and smother me with kisses. “What's the diagnosis? Do you know?”She ran out to the hall to fetch my mother, sat again and told me everything she knew, “It's a good thing they brought you here. The doctor told us you could have lost your leg without the proper treatment.”“You'll be in a cast for ten weeks, Paul,” Mom said, “then you'll need physical therapy. I'm sorry, but your athletic career is over. Everyone was here, but Uncle Carl and Aunt Celia took Eric and Mary home earlier. Dad had to go home, too. He has to go to work tomorrow; something about cyclotron scheduling. Rose has refused to leave you. She's been here in your room ever since you were brought back from the OR.”I weakly extended my hand; Rose took it and held it to her face. “Oh, Paul I was so worried.” She hesitated when I groaned in pain. “I'll get the nurse. I'll bet you have to go, too.” She leaned down to kiss me and then she was off. Rose returned a few minutes later with one of the nurses who gave me a shot; morphine. I was out like a light seconds later, but first I told Rose how much I loved her as I pissed into a portable urinal.To be continued in part 4. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul Loves Rose: Part 2

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 26, 2024

Paul and Rose take their relationship to the next step.by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.“Paul; that was so exciting. I guess that when it's in my pussy it will shoot all that sperm into my womb. Isn't that how it's supposed to work?”“You, uh; were supposed to get out of the way.”“I know, but I thought it might be more fun this way; and I was right. I loved having it spurt all over me. I think I need a shower.” She seemed to notice the mess on her fingers for the first time so she brought them to her mouth for a tentative taste. “Hmm, a bit salty, but otherwise kind of interesting; maybe tomorrow night I'll try to swallow it all.”“I think I might enjoy that.” I stole a quick kiss then tried to wipe my cum from her body with a towel I'd remembered to bring.“Why don't we wet the towel?” Rose suggested.I jumped up and walked to the water. I had just bent over to moisten the towel when I felt her hands on my butt. A second later I tumbled into the 56-degree water. I'd been in the Long Island Sound in May before so I had a good idea what to expect. It was Cold! I turned around to see Rose laughing.“Okay, you got me. It's a good thing I'm in love with you. C'mon, help me up, will you?” I was almost to my knees when she extended her hand; big mistake. I pulled her onto my body as I fell back.“Ah; oh! Damn, Paul; it's cold.” All I could do was laugh and soon enough she joined me. We were two freezing maniacs laughing as I rose and carried her up the beach. I walked tenderly back down for the towel. It would normally take a few weeks before my feet grew accustomed to walking over the pebbles, especially once the skin was softened by becoming wet.I dried Rose as best I could, but she was already drying herself with her clothes.“I'm pretty sure there'd be hell to pay if I came home wet and my clothes were dry.” she said, giggling.“You know, we're both eighteen; legally adults.” I declared some independence.“I know, but we're both still in school and we're both still living at home. I guess that means we have to follow some rules.” I kissed her cheek as I dried her hair. I knew she was right, but that didn't mean I liked it. On the positive side all traces of semen on her chest and stomach had washed away.I went in with her, expecting her parents to be shocked at our condition. I was right. “Rose! Paul! What on earth happened?” Our hair was drenched; Rose wore one of my sweatshirts and an old pair of gym shorts. I was shirtless, but wearing a pair of sweatpants that matched Rose's shirt with no shoes or socks.“You have an evil daughter, Aunt Celia.” My tone of voice told everyone that I was kidding. “We went to the beach and I bent down to test the watertemperature.”“Yeah, Paul; you looked so funny doing that somersault into the water.” Rose chuckled.“Rose! You didn't!” Celia was shocked by her daughter's behavior.“So, here I was pretty much wet and freezing so I figured tit for tat would be appropriate. I asked for some help; and when Rose reached for me ,I pulled her in, too. Lucky I had some spare clothes in the back of my truck. Rose changed in the truck; I changed in the far end of the parking lot.”“Oh, I swear; you two. Shame on you, Rose.”“I already apologized and it was accepted.”“Yes,” I admitted as I kissed her cheek. “I'll see you tomorrow night. By the way, we're going fishing. Trust me, you'll love it.”Rose laughed. She knew exactly what she'd love about fishing then she reached up to peck my lips. I said good night to Aunt Celia and handed Rose a plastic bag with her sodden clothes. Needless to say, my mother knew all about it by the time I had driven home.CHAPTER 3The following night we skipped the movies, the drive-in, the miniature golf, and everything else, driving straight to the beach with a few rods, reels, and other equipment tucked safely in the truck's bed. There were a few other couples and even a few fishermen there in the fading light, but we ignored them, walking more than a quarter mile from the parking lot. I spread the blanket, prepped the rods even going so far as to cast deep into the water. A set of sand spikes held the rods vertical when we lay down to a lengthy make-out session.Rose and I were all over each other. No longer were we reluctant to hold or touch each other. My hands roamed her body, stopping at each breast and nipple before reaching down into her shorts to her gushing pussy. Rose laughed, “I think my face and my pussy are even wetter than they were last night.” I joined her laughter as I slowly wiped the spit from both our faces. I'd leave the nectar for later.Once it was dark we had the beach to ourselves. I began to slowly remove her clothes; her top, bra, shorts, and panties. Rose removed my shirt, shorts, and briefs. We lay together chest to chest on the rough blanket. I broke our kiss to move my lips and mouth down her body, around each of those breasts I adored to her sensitive navel. My tongue tickled her here until she screamed, “Uncle!” Finally, I reached my objective, climbing between her legs. The broad surface of my tongue cleaned her of juice all the way from her anus to her clit. I repeated several times until her labia were red and enflamed with her desire. I shifted my attention to her tunnel. In and out; I fucked her with the most amazing tenderness and love. Rose reacted wildly, thrashing back and forth across the blanket.I kept at her for more than ten minutes before making my final move to her clit. Sucking it between my teeth brought her to the sweetest, the most exquisite orgasm. It continued as long as I worried her sensitive bud. Eventually, I took mercy on her and stopped. I climbed back up her body to hold her and caress her head to my chest. It was almost a half hour later that she returned to normal. “Oh God, Paul; I thought last night was intense, but it was nothing in comparison to tonight. It began when your tongue was inside me and it never stopped.” She looked at my face several times and from several angles in the light of the gibbous moon. “Paul; what's that all over your face?”Now it was my turn to laugh. “It's you, Rose; your ejaculate. I remember reading something in the Playboy Advisor a few months ago. It's called ‘squirting.'”“Oh no; did I pee on you? I'm so sorry, Paul.”“Don't worry, Rose; you didn't. It doesn't smell anything like urine. In fact, I love the way it; you; taste. All I know is that one second I was noshing on your clit and the next I was swimming. It tastes like your juice; you know; that stuff that seems to run down your legs whenever we're together.”“I'm kinda partial to that stuff that runs down YOUR legs and I'm going to see that as soon as I recover. Do you think those Playboy letters are real, Paul?”“Who knows? I'd guess that some of them are, but I think that it's the answers that have to be real even if the letters aren't.”Rose rested for almost a half hour. I didn't mind. I got to hold her and experience the touch of her sensational smooth skin against mine. I loved when she rubbed her hard nipples against my hairy chest. She began by kissing my neck then kissing her way down my body, stopping once she had reached my hard cock.She began by licking all around my balls then up the sensitive underside of my organ. Once around the head was but a prelude to trying to swallow it whole. It was a great idea, but it was clear that Rose would have to practice quite a bit to reach that goal. I was happy when she made it half-way. She used her tongue to force my cock up and into the roof of her mouth. She had done it for only five minutes before I felt that old familiar churning. “Rose!” I tried to warn her, but she paid me no heed. My hips bucked as I spurted over and over into her mouth and throat. She kept on sucking, but semen poured from the corners of her mouth, running down to her breasts and abdomen. She took one look down and broke out laughing. Luckily, she had released my cock first.“I think I need more practice at that; lots and lots of practice.” She laughed and I joined her a second later.“I'll buy that, especially the ‘lots and lots' part. I'll be happy to practice my part, too.” We laughed again as I pulled her up for another kiss, my semen smearing between our bodies. I wasn't worried. I'd come prepared with a gallon of water in my truck and several towels in the bucket by the fishing rods.We had hugged each other for almost a half hour when Rose sat up suddenly. “Paul, why haven't you gotten any bites? Isn't that unusual?”“Not really; if one wants to catch fish it's usually necessary to use some bait. I want to go next weekend. The blacks usually come in around Memorial Day weekend. Want to come with me?”I was wiping her chest clean when she responded. We laid out our plans while we rested. Before leaving we tried to “69.” It was just as incredible as our earlier oral attempts. Rose squirted all over my face and a fair portion of my semen escaped Rose's mouth, running down my legs to the blanket. We picked up the area and walked back to the truck naked where I washed Rose's body and she washed mine. I dropped her off just before one and drove home where I fell asleep almost immediately.The following weekend; Memorial Day; marked the opening of the summer season. It was also the beginning of the fishing season and the time we'd set to take Rose's virginity. Now that we were naked Rose pulled me down to the blanket with her. It was clean and soft. I'd had a difficult time explaining to my mother why it needed fabric softener when it's only for the beach. When I told her that Rose had complained about it the discussion ended. Mom loved Rose; had ever since we'd met more than ten years ago.Now Rose lay back on the soft blanket. We kissed and touched each other. She found me hard; I found her wet. I showed her how to apply the condom to my organ and climbed between her legs. I could tell that she was eager. She pulled me to her, wrapped her legs around my waist, and placed my cock at the entrance to her womanhood. “Now Paul; please do it now. I love you, Paul. Please make us one.” We'd spoken about it so many times. She knew it would hurt at first so I moved into her slowly; easily. I loved the expression on her face as her pussy adjusted to my girth. I pushed until I met the inevitable resistance. “Do it, Paul; just a few minutes hurt for a lifetime of pleasure with you.” I plunged forward, stopping immediately to comfort my love.I wiped the tears from her cheeks with my kisses as I caressed her head, running my fingers through her silken hair. It was only five minutes later that she told me, “Do it, Paul. Do me!” I did, pushing all the way into her, until our pubic hairs meshed. The look on Rose's face was one of pure ecstasy as she began to move with me. She met my every thrust with one of her own. I was so caught up with what I was doing that I had failed to notice the moans of pleasure coming from Rose's mouth. Now that we were fucking hard and fast those moans had grown into groans and then grunts.She was moving like a wild animal when I heard her scream. It was followed by a flood onto my abdomen. Seconds later the condom was flooded with sperm as I pumped into Rose with incredible force. I collapsed onto her chest, leaning down to kiss and caress her face.I moved back up about a minute later and our eyes met. “Well?”Rose's response was to pull me back down into a long, wet, and extremely passionate kiss with her tongue plunging into my mouth. She broke it some minutes later. “Paul; oh, Paul it was incredible. I can't begin to tell you how many times I came.”“How many? What do you mean?”“I had my first orgasm about twenty seconds after you entered me. Then I had another and another and another. They were coming so fast that they all blended into one huge explosion. That's when I screamed.”“That's not all you did.” Give me your hand. I pulled out of her and brought her hand to my abdomen. Even in the pale moonlight I could see how startled she was.“Is that me again? Did I; what was the word you used?”“You mean; squirt? Ha. Ha. It was more like a flood.” Don't be embarrassed. I loved it. I loved knowing that you enjoyed making love with me.”“I didn't enjoy it. I loved every second, even the part that hurt. I know now that I'm a real woman.”I laughed again. “I never had a doubt. I've always thought of you as the ultimate; .”“Yeah,” Rose interrupted, “but you're in love with me; hardly an unbiased resource. I'm sorry I made a mess of you.”“I'm not; you can do that to me any time you want; on any part of my body you want. Now, let me clean us up a bit and rest. Then we can try it again; maybe in a different position.” I finished wiping her abdomen, removed the condom and buried it in the sand, and finished with my abdomen. I lay back with Rose astride my body to rest.“What are you doing tomorrow,” Rose whispered.“I have to work most of the day. I have Mr. Gentile and Mr. Kane. I'm not looking forward to dealing with him. He demands good service, but he never wants to pay. Maybe I'll dump him and spend the time at Mr. Gentile's. He wants me to do his beds as well as his lawn. Other than those two jobs I have the weekend free to spend with you.”“Don't forget the cookout we're having Sunday after church.”“I'll never forget a chance to spend the entire day with you.”“I know that, but don't forget that Eric and my parents will be there too and, of course, your parents and Mary.” Rose may have been talking, but her body was moving all over mine. After thirty minutes I was hard and ready to go again. I gave Rose one of the condoms. She rolled it down my shaft and then, following my instructions to the letter, sat on me; my organ disappearing into her body. It was incredible watching me enter and disappear into her. Rose began to rock forward and back in time with my thrusts. We continued moving together while I massaged her tender breast tissue and rolled her sensitive nipples between my fingers. It wasn't long before an orgasm hit. I say “an orgasm” because it was obvious from my vantage point that she experienced at least eight and each one only served to increase the rapture she was experiencing. Finally, just before I was ready she arched her back severely and screamed into the night. Rose fell rather than collapsed onto my chest just as my orgasm hit. I drove her up six times before we came to rest completely satiated and completely exhausted. Thank God it was only 10:35.We recovered slowly. I removed my cock from her and wiped my abdomen again. It was covered with her thick aromatic juice. Once done, I got a new towel and wiped her crotch. She still leaked even though the sex had ended. All told I spent almost half an hour making us presentable. We were still naked as we lay together. “I just love the way you feel, Rose. Your skin is so smooth and so soft and you're so sexy. I love your face and your breasts and your tummy, your ass, your legs; damn, I love every part of you, but I love the whole you even more.”“I'll bet you can't guess what I love best about you.”“Well, I know now that you love my cock.”“Of course, silly and I'll always love that; even when we're sixty, but that's not my favorite part.” I lay there for almost ten minutes unable to guess. “It's this,” she said as she pointed to my forehead.”“You love my forehead best?”“No, Paul; I love what's in there; your brain; your essence. Did you know that you were the only person who visited me every day when I was sick? Even my own dad didn't come to see me as much as you did. I know you could have been out playing with your friends, but you spent more than an hour with me every day reading to me and holding my hand. I knew then that you were a special person; that you were MY special person. Now you really are MY special person.”“Rose, you said something about loving my cock even when we're sixty. We haven't really talked about it, but I want us to be together forever. I can't formally ask you to marry me because I have no way to support you. But I will ask you as soon as that day comes. Meanwhile we will still have a lot to think about, like what we'll do when I'm in college and you're still in school. Don't worry; we'll work it out so we're never apart.” Rose held me even closer then and gave me the kiss of my life; the best kiss I could possibly imagine. Regretfully, we had to dress and leave once it was done.CHAPTER 4I was up early the following morning. After breakfast I drove to Sycamore Drive where my two customers lived. They couldn't have been more different. Dennis Kane was a cheap skinflint who was always looking to get something for nothing. John Gentile was a kind, generous man. I was much more inclined to work for him than for Mr. Kane, that's for sure. I had parked in Kane's driveway when Mr. Kane appeared. “Good morning, Mr. Kane. I need to remind you that you didn't pay me for last week.”“Don't worry about that. I'll take care of you once you're done.”“That's not how I work, Mr. Kane. I require payment when services are performed. You owe me seven bucks.”“I said I'd pay you once you were done and that's what I'll do.” I returned my tools to the truck and lifted the tailgate to secure it. I walked to the cab to enter when he spoke again. “Listen, you little bastard; you get out here and mow this lawn. If you don't; .”“You'll what, Mr. Kane? Beat me up? That I'd like to see.”“If I called the cops who do you think they'd believe?”“I think they'd believe Mr. Gentile,” I said, pointing across the street to where Mr. Gentile had observed the entire matter. “So long, Mr. Kane; enjoy mowing your lawn. Consider last week's job as a parting gift.” I backed out and drove three houses down the block to see Mr. Gentile.“Morning, Paul; let me guess; he didn't want to pay you.”“Right on, sir. He owed me for last week and wanted me to mow before paying me. Ten to one he'd be gone by the time I finished. I don't need customers like that. He threatened me with calling the cops and trumping up some charge so I was really glad you were out here. You'd be a good witness. Why don't you show me what you want me to do?”Mr. Gentile showed me around the property. It was bigger than our yard with lots of shrubbery and several trees. He told me what he wanted, but listened to several suggestions I had. All told we spent a half hour going over everything. He offered me $50 for the additional work which I thought more than fair. I worked almost all day, quitting only for lunch and when I was done. He approved immensely of the job I had done. I was surprised when he asked me to come by tomorrow around one to discuss a summer job. He promised me more money than I could make doing lawns. I explained that I had a family obligation, but would try to get away for half an hour.I was beat after spending the entire day cutting the lawn, digging and trimming the beds, and spreading mulch. I drove home, called Rose and hopped into the shower. The hot water did wonders for my sore muscles. I ate a quick dinner before driving over to see Rose and take her back to the beach; this time to do some actual fishing. We joined some friends who had already caught some small blacks. I baited our hooks and cast the rods, handing one to Rose, keeping the other for myself.We were there for almost an hour when I heard Ryan make a crude comment about Rose; a comment that would have been better left unsaid. I put the rod down and walked his way. I didn't raise my voice. I didn't have to. Ryan got the message; keep your big mouth shut or risk the beating of your life. Ryan was bigger than me, but he was mostly flab while I was firm muscle. Once he knew how things were between Rose and me he walked over to Rose to apologize. It helped that Rose had not heard him. The remark was really offensive.The sun had set when the fish moved in. Blackfish typically would be found in rocky areas. When fishing from the shore that meant keeping the hook and sinker in the rocky band that was about twenty feet wide. Cast too far and you'd wind up in the barren sandy expanse that made up most of the Sound's bottom. Cast not far enough and you'd be in the pebbles where nothing grew or lived. My secret was to cast deep into the sandy expanse and reel into the rocks. I could tell by the action of the sinker exactly where my line was. It was a practice that had always worked in the past and it worked now.I had just cast Rose's line and handed the rod to her. She thanked me with a kiss then shooed me away to deal with a bite. Rose was an accomplished fisherman. We'd fished many times and we both knew that she could bait her own hook and cast her own line. I liked to do it for her so I did. I had a nibble just as she brought what looked like a three-pounder to the beach. I would have helped her, but I had my own fish to deal with.This was typical of fishing for blackfish. Many times I had stood or sat for hours with nothing happening only to spend the next hour fighting one fish after another. Tonight we spent more than an hour like that, throwing all but the biggest fish back to be caught another day. After catching four big ones, all over four pounds, we called it a night. We set our rods down onto the beach and walked hand in hand into the darkness. Of course, our friends knew what we were going to do; at least they thought they did. We had gone almost a half mile when Rose turned into me and pulled me into a long lingering kiss. Her hands roamed over my body. Mine did the same to her. I was surprised to find she hadn't worn any panties.“Oh Rose, you naughty girl; what do you have in mind?“Does this tell you?” She pushed a condom into my hand.“You are so incorrigible.” She laughed and pulled me down to the pebbles. I lay on my back with Rose astride me as she unzipped my shorts and pulled my hard manhood from within. She enclosed it within the condom then used her shorts and blouse as a pillow for my head. I grinned unseen as she lowered herself onto me. “As I said, Rose; you are incorrigible. I think I've created a monster. Everyone will know what we're doing when you scream.”“I don't care. All I know is how badly I need you.” I was engulfed by her hot tight pussy by the time she finished her statement. Even through the latex shield I could feel the heat and tightness of Rose as her muscles squeezed me tightly. We moved together as we had last night and with the same result; Rose came and came and came, her orgasm culminating in a massive convulsion that shook her body for several seconds. She screamed as it ended, finally reclaiming control of her body. I held her tightly as I repeatedly blew my load into the rubber.It took Rose almost fifteen minutes to recover. By then I had buried the condom and made a weak attempt to clean my abdomen of Rose's cum. I took her to the water's edge to rinse her skin before dressing her and walking back to our friends. I could see Ryan smirk at our appearance. “Keep your thoughts to yourself, Ryan. At least I have a girlfriend and she's much more than a girlfriend to me. You might keep that in mind while I beat the living shit out of you. When's the last time you had a date?” I knew that would cut into him; he was an eighteen year old virgin who'd never had a date. Worse, in my mind, his father was one of my customers. Why would the father of an eighteen year old son need someone to mow his lawn? I cleaned our fish at the water's edge and we walked back to the truck.We loaded the gear and I drove Rose home. Her eyes were still glazed over and I was sure Aunt Celia noticed although she never said anything. I took the fish fillets to the sink and washed them before bagging them and placing them in the refrigerator. I had sent Rose to the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later looking a lot cleaner. I stayed for almost an hour before setting a time to pick her up for church tomorrow. Not surprisingly, my mom was on the phone when I returned home three minutes later. I knew it was Aunt Celia; who else would call at 12:15 in the middle of the night?I picked Rose up at 9:20 for the drive to St. Anthony's. Rose and I always went to confession before Mass. We'd have a lot to confess this morning and, I suspected, many Sunday mornings to come. I went to confession because my mother and Rose wanted me to. Personally, I found the idea of saying you were sorry for doing things that you'd do again and again, like masturbating and now making love with Rose, was silly. I'd say my Hail Mary's and other prayers as my penance, but I'd be back again next week to confess to the very same sins to the very same priest and for the very same penance. I'd listened to the same lecture on self-control and having respect for my body more than a hundred times already.As usual, Rose and I sat apart from our families. After Mass we walked out to find Mr. Gentile waiting for us. “I saw you inside, Paul, and I thought we might speak now rather than have you take time this afternoon. Do you know where I work?”“Some golf course, I think.”“Yeah; St. George's in East Setauket. It's a very exclusive club and it takes a lot to keep all the grass and plants in order. That's my job; I'm Superintendent. I like the way you work and, more important, you seem to enjoy it. I'll offer you a summer job at $5.00 an hour. You'll work a minimum of 40 hours a week so you'll earn a minimum of $200 a week. Of course, I'll have to deduct federal and state withholding and social security, but you'll get most of it back when you file because you're a student. It's a bit of a hike from here, but you have a truck. I have to tell you; you'll have to be there early at 6:00, but you'll finish early most days around three. Why don't you talk it over with your parents? You can let me know sometime during the week.” He shook my hand and left.“What do you think, Paul,” Rose asked once we were in the truck.“It sounds interesting, mostly because I could continue to do my mowing work, most of it anyway. Of course, I'll want to spend all my free time with you.”“I was hoping you'd say that. Paul, I was thinking; what do you think our parents would do if they knew about; you know?”“Well, I have a feeling Aunt Celia already knows. You were still kind of out of it when I brought you home last night. She didn't say anything so; . I know she was on the phone with Mom when I got home last night.” I started the truck and drove home. Later, just before lunch we'd go to Rose's house for the big Memorial Day cookout. It had been a family tradition since we had moved here twelve years ago.Rose walked into the kitchen to hug and kiss my mom and dad before coming to my room with me. She sat on the bed while I changed in the closet. We'd done this dozens of times, at least, although not since we'd become a couple. I walked out five minutes later in a tee-shirt, shorts, and sandals; quite a contrast to Rose in her church dress. I leaned down to kiss her. It was relatively chaste, but Rose whispered, “Paul; you make me so hot. All I can think of is doing it with you.”“Me, too; unfortunately we'll have to wait. C'mon.” I took her hand and led her to the living room. My parents were there reading the Sunday Newsday and the Sunday edition of the New York Times. Rose and I sat together on the couch. “Mom, Dad; Mr. Gentile offered me a job at St. George's Country Club.”“That's quite a distance from here, isn't it?”“Yeah, but he'll pay me $5.00 an hour from 6:00 to at least 3:00, a minimum of forty hours a week. I could probably keep most, if not all, of my current customers. Oh yeah, I dumped Mr. Kane yesterday.”“We know. He called yesterday to complain. Your father ignored him. We know what a cheapskate he can be. What do you think, Paul? You're the one who'll have to do all the work.”“I think I'd enjoy it. I doubt that they do much hand mowing so I'd learn to use the machines. I'm sure I'll have to do some digging, but that just helps me stay in shape for football. I like Mr. Gentile. He's a good guy and he's always very fair. I'm inclined to accept.” That was that; I had a summer job. Any lawns I couldn't handle I'd give to my good friend Brian. He had helped me in the past and was always looking for some extra money.Rose and I left for the cookout around noon, stopping off to see Mr. Gentile on the way. He was pleased that I'd accepted. It was only two blocks from there to Rose's house. We walked through to the back yard. I hugged and kissed Aunt Celia and shook hands with Uncle Carl. Rose took my hand and led me to the hammock. I lay back on it and Rose joined me. It was cozy for the two of us, her breasts pressing against me. I was a little concerned about her parents, but so far not a word had been spoken. I heard the doorbell a few minutes later as my parents and Mary arrived. Dad and Mary walked out to the backyard with Uncle Carl and Eric. Uncle Carl opened several cans of beer and Eric brought one to me.“Thanks, Eric; want to play some ball later?” I knew he'd agree. He always wanted to play some kind of ball with me. I took a sip and handed the can to Rose. She wasn't a big fan of beer, but she would drink it as opposed to some girls who only wanted wine or a cocktail. For some reason New York was the only state in the area where eighteen year olds could legally drink. One day soon I was sure New York would join all the other states in setting the legal age at twenty-one. That wouldn't bother me; I could take drinking or leave it.While we lounged in the yard our mothers were in the kitchen preparing food and, I was sure, talking about us. “They make a lovely couple, don't you think, Martha?”“Yes, they do, but I often wonder whether I should have told Paul that we weren't really related.”“Oh, I think it was a good decision. I know that Paul will take good care of Rose unlike some of the boys I know like Ryan. I'd hate to see Rose on a date with him.”“Yes, I suppose what you say is true. I wonder if they've; you know; done it.”“If I had to guess I'd say yes. You should have seen the expression on Rose's face when Paul brought her home last night. I was actually envious. I woke poor Carl from a sound sleep and fucked his lights out.”“Well, I hope Paul doesn't hurt her. I don't know if I could bear that. Although; when I first told him that he said he wouldn't because he loves Rose. He also said he was in it for the long haul. I've wondered exactly what he meant by that.”“Why not ask him?”“Maybe I will, but for now; let's get this food outside. Hmmm, I wonder if she inherited your; .”“Oh God! You would remember that. I was so embarrassed when all my friends heard my scream. Even now Carl has to stuff my mouth with a towel. I used to wake the children when they were younger. At least they couldn't ask what was going on, but now; . Well, I guess we'll never know.” They grabbed the rolls, burgers, hot dogs, and potato salad. There was so much they would have to make two trips.To be continued in part 3. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Paul Loves Rose: Part 1

Talk Story w/ Gaven Sugai

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 25, 2024

Paul Loves Rose: Part 1Paul loves Rose. Rose loves Paul. Problem is they're cousins; or are they?by senor longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Introduction:This story takes place in the 1960's in rural Long Island, NY. It's the story of two “relatives” who become a lot more than friends. NOTE: Some of the terms used would be politically incorrect today, but were appropriate then. Paul is a popular student who gets all the pussy he can handle. He knows though that a much slower approach is needed with his naïve "cousin" Rose.CHAPTER 1It had been a long hard day made even longer and harder when my mower ran out of gas. Now I'd be late to the dance. There weren't many at the nearby church so they were pretty special. I had rushed through my dinner, much to the annoyance of my mother, and ran upstairs into the shower. Five minutes later I was dressing in my navy blazer, a white button-down shirt, striped tie, and grey flannel slacks. A quick combing and my hair was as ready as it was going to be. I kissed Mom, waved to Dad, and was out the door to my truck. Twenty minutes later I was searching in vain for a parking spot. Finally, after another ten minutes I found one; across the street and a block away. I walked hurriedly back to the large brick building.It appeared that I had arrived just in time. Rose was backed up against a wall as some bruiser who looked to be about ten years older was peering down her dress. I could see the terror in her eyes. Rose and I are the same age; eighteen; but she's really naïve. She should be a junior like me, but she's only a freshman. She's not stupid, on the contrary. She was terribly sick for more than a year and a half when she was eight and nine so she missed two whole years of school. She's better now, thank God. Now, all I have to do is rescue her.I walked up with a huge smile on my face, stepping right between the gorilla and Rose. “Hi, hun; sorry I'm late.” I kissed her cheek as I took her hand. “C'mon, let's dance.” I pulled her away before her erstwhile suitor could react. He may have been twice my size, but I'd bet I had twice the IQ. I wrapped my arms around Rose and pulled her close, wondering if she'd say anything about the proximity of our bodies; she did.“Kind of close for cousins, Paul; wouldn't you say?” Rose raised an eyebrow.“Yeah, but; we're actually not quite cousins.” I clarified.“What does that mean; not quite cousins?”“Essentially, we're not cousins. We're not related. Care to have me explain?”“Yes, I'm confused.” Rose said with a bewildered look. Confused was good. She hadn't moved that luscious body with its big round breasts and that sweet firm ass away from the straining erection that was pointing down my left leg.“Okay; let's go back a few years. I've always called your mom ‘Aunt Celia' and you've always called mine ‘Aunt Martha,' okay, so far?” She nodded. “I call your dad ‘Uncle Carl' and you call mine ‘Uncle Stan.” If we're related how come we've never seen each other at family gatherings?To be real cousins one of your parents and one of my parents would have to be siblings; you know, like brothers or sisters; but you're never at any of our family functions and I've never been to any of yours. I asked my mom about it last year.”“Okay; so what did she say?”“She said that she and your mom grew up next door to each other in Queens and were best friends all through school. They were so close that when they married and had kids it was natural to have them call each other aunt and uncle, especially when our dads got jobs at the Lab.”“I don't believe it.”“Okay, how about a bet?” The music had stopped, but we were still dancing. I loved it. “If I'm right I'll pick you up next Friday night at seven for a date; a movie and ice cream after.”“And if I'm right?”“I'll pick you up at seven next Friday night, but not for a date. We'll do whatever you want instead.” She leaned back a bit and held her hand out to shake. I kissed her cheek instead.“Oh, thanks for the rescue. He was getting pretty obnoxious.”“I noticed. It was the least I could do for my girlfriend.” She laughed then realized we were the only ones dancing and walked off the floor with me following closely behind.I had always loved Rose, even back to when we were both six. That was when we moved into the same neighborhood; my family from Oak Ridge, Tennessee and theirs from Alamogordo, New Mexico. My dad and hers had taken jobs at the Brookhaven National Lab in nearby Upton out in rural Suffolk County, Long Island. It was a real reunion for our moms and the first time our families had met. Rose and I hit it off right away, especially because she was a real tomboy. She could actually pass, catch, and kick a football better than I could until I made it to junior high and was almost as good at baseball and basketball, too. By then she'd been sick and held back. I still saw her every day in school. Our small community had a K thru 8 school. In ninth grade we all went to Port Jefferson High about twenty miles away.Back then it was a familial love; the kind one has for a brother or sister, or even a cousin; but over the years it had grown in a different direction. I'd kept it a secret for several years, but; no longer. As time passed we'd both grown into young adults. I was now 6 feet, 2 inches weighing an even 200 pounds. I played football; linebacker and fullback; and baseball; center field; on the Port Jeff varsity until my lawn mowing business took precedence in the spring. I had a muscular build, my body developed by years of lifting weights and working out in our basement. I worked almost every day during the summer mowing lawns and doing yard work. I had twenty lawns that I mowed weekly at seven dollars each. Most of my clients rounded up to an even ten for a much appreciated tip. I earned between $150 and $200 a week which was pretty decent money at the time. I was saving for college even though I was hoping for some kind of scholarship.Rose had also grown up; into a beautiful young woman. Rose stood 5 feet, 8 inches, and if I had to guess; maybe, 115 pounds. She had a gorgeous body, the kind that made my classmates drool. Only my threats of a severe beating had saved her from being pawed repeatedly. I knew she had never been on even a single date. Her illness had made her extremely shy and her parents were overly protective. She was fine with me, but most other guys terrified her. Rose had the kind of black hair that looked reddish under certain kinds of light. She wore it short, exposing her slender graceful neck. Rose had the most delightful brown eyes and a cute slender nose over full sensual lips.We had a great time at the dance, probably dancing more than sixty percent of the fast ones and all the slow ones. I especially loved the slow ones. I thought that Rose had already figured out that we weren't real cousins; she moved really close to my body. I was sure she could feel my thick erection, but she never pushed away. We left at eleven, driving to the local soda fountain where I treated to banana splits. Rose had hers with three flavors I wouldn't ever consider. Me; I loved every flavor of ice cream so long as it was chocolate. We joined another couple from school and had a wonderful time. We left at 11:45 so I could get her home by midnight.I parked the truck and walked her to the door. “Want to come in, Paul?” Rose offered.“Thanks, Rose, but I have a really busy day tomorrow. Mr. Eaton is putting in a stone wall and I'm helping him. He promised me $50 for the day so I have to be ready to work. Good night, Rose. I had a great time.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second. My lips touched hers briefly. It was like a bolt of lightning passed between us. She noticed it, too. Her eyes showed her shock. I waited until she was inside before driving the five blocks to our house.Once in the house Rose walked into the living room to speak with her mother. Her dad always went to bed at eleven; her younger brother Eric was always in bed and sound asleep by ten. “Mom, can I ask you something?”“Of course, Rose; how was the dance?”“Oh, it was wonderful.” Rose said with a dreamy happiness. “Paul rescued me from some big guy who was getting nasty with me. He pretended he was my boyfriend. ““Oh, good for him!” Mom was relieved. “Paul's always looked out for you.”“Oh, mom; while we were dancing he told me that we weren't really cousins. Is that true, Mom?”“It is true that our families are not related by blood, but Martha and I are closer than most sisters are. We might as well be related.”“Okay; so; then; we're not really cousins, at all; are we?”“No, even though you might as well be.”“Then I should tell you that I have a date Friday night.”“Oh? Who with?” Mom asked while yawning.“With Paul, Mom. We had a bet and I lost, but I'm kind of glad. Does that make any sense?”Her mom smiled then responded, “Yes, dear; it does. Now let's get to bed, shall we?”CHAPTER 2: Paul's MorningMy parents were both in bed when I got home so my usual inquisition took place at breakfast the following morning. I told them I'd had a wonderful time and that I had a date Friday night. “Do we know her, Paul,” my mother asked.“Yes, Mom it's with Rose.” I went on to tell about the bet. I could see my mother thinking as I spoke.“I hope you plan to be a gentleman, Paul. I don't want to see her hurt in any way.”“Yes, Mom, you know I will and I'd never hurt Rose. You know I love her.” She did, but not in the way I meant. I excused myself and ran out the door, looking forward to a hard day's work. Mom didn't like me skipping church, but knew it was for a good reason.I saw Rose on Monday morning when I picked her up for the ride to school. It was better than waiting for the bus and a lot quicker, too. She seemed unusually happy this morning. She spilled the beans even before I had the chance to ask her. “We have a date, Paul. I can't wait; a real date.” I reached across the bench seat to squeeze her hand. Next thing I knew she slid across to sit next to me. I could see how thrilled she was. I held her hand almost all the way to school; except when I needed two hands to drive and shift gears. I gave her a brief peck on the lips once we were at school. This became a daily routine.Friday night I was at her door at 7:00 sharp. Aunt Celia answered the door and invited me in. “My goodness, Paul; Rose has been looking forward to this all week. She's been on cloud nine. I hope you have a good time.”“I'm sure we will, Aunt Celia. We always enjoy each other's company. I'll have her home by twelve.”“I think we can make it one, Paul. I don't want to stand in the way of you two enjoying yourselves.” I heard a noise and turned to see Rose descending the staircase. She looked beautiful; even more than usual. I took her hand and led her out to my truck. My truck; it was a 1952-53 Ford. I got it at a junk yard. Most of the parts were from a '52, but some, like the seats, the bed, and the transmission were from a 1953. They were basically the same and the price was great; $100!We drove all the way to Port Jefferson Station, named, no doubt, for its proximity to the older town of Port Jefferson and the end-of-the-line station of the Long Island Rail Road's northern spur. We sat in the theater balcony and held hands while we sipped our Cokes and nibbled popcorn. About half way through the movie I put my arm around her shoulders; I was extremely pleased that she didn't object at all. After the movie we drove down the hill to Grammas' for ice cream, exactly as I had promised. It was still early so I drove us to the north shore beach. We sat in the parking lot overlooking the beach and Long Island Sound beyond. The moon's reflection glistened over the tiny waves.We sat quietly, just watching the water. Normally, I'd be making out with my hand up my date's skirt, but this was Rose. I knew she had no experience and I definitely didn't want to scare her. There'd be other dates and other opportunities. I went to turn on the radio, but Rose stopped me.“Paul; have you brought other girls here?”“One or two, but none like you.”I could see her smile even in the dim light. “What did you do with them? Can you tell me?”“That's not something a gentleman discusses, Rose.”“Did you kiss your girlfriend?”“Not yet, but I was thinking of doing it in about a minute.” She looked up at me. I leaned down to her and our lips met. She was tentative at first, but after a few seconds her arms gripped my neck pulling me to her as our lips mashed into each other. I'd had plenty of kisses, but none as sweet or loving as that one. The kiss lasted for more than a minute before Rose broke it.“I liked that, Paul. I liked it a lot.”“Me, too, but next time try opening your mouth a bit so our tongues can touch.” She gave me a questioning look, but separated her lips about a quarter inch before leaning up for another. I gently pushed my tongue between her lips and teeth. She jumped back in shock then smiled and moved in again, opening her mouth wider. This time her tongue beat me to the punch. It wrestled with mine, moving between our mouths. Rose was obviously a quick study. She was a great kisser.Her face was red when we broke it.“Yeah, I agree. It was incredible.” I concurred.“Is that all you did, Paul?”“No, there were other things, but I don't think you're ready for them.”“Can you at least tell me?” Rose was going to open Pandora's Box come hell or high water.“Touching, mostly; her chest, her pussy, my cock.”Rose gulped several times as I detailed what couples often do while, uh, ‘watching the submarine races'.“Like I said, you're not ready for that; not yet, anyway.” I tried to help her understand that we both knew two women who would skin me alive if they thought I took advantage of her. “Rose, maybe sometime in the future. The idea is to give each other pleasure, but you have to be ready; and you have to be willing.”“I think I want you to touch me.” Rose assured me.“No! Touching is something like kissing. Both parties have to be involved and It'll be a while before you're ready to touch my cock, won't it? I love you, Rose, so I'm not going to rush you into anything; and especially not that. You'll know when you're ready.”I leaned down, opened my mouth and waited, but not too long. Rose was all over me in a second. We kissed for more than an hour, but nothing more. We both knew she wasn't ready. I got her home by 12:50. We kissed again outside the door and she went in. Ten minutes later I was home.I had a feeling my mother would be up waiting and I was right. “So; how did it go?”“Great, Mom; we both had a wonderful time.”There was a lull then she spoke again, “Did you try to kiss her?”“No, Mom, but she did kiss me,” I grinned before continuing, “several times, in fact. We're going out again tomorrow. Danny Shea is having a party.”“Just don't forget what I said. I don't want to see her hurt.”“Don't worry, Mom. I'm not going to hurt her. I love Rose and I'm in this for the long haul.” I'd told the truth even if I hadn't fully explained my love for Rose. I didn't say anything, but I was certain a very similar inquisition had occurred with Aunt Celia and Rose, just as I was sure our mothers would compare notes early tomorrow morning. I wasn't worried; I hadn't done anything to be ashamed of.I picked Rose up at eight Saturday night. Danny Shea lived only about five miles away in the next village down the highway. We parked on the road and walked hand-in-hand to the front door. The music was almost deafening as we walked in. We met with Danny who offered us beer from a keg. It was tempting, but we opted for sodas instead. I could see that some of the kids were drinking a lot; some were already tipsy and it wasn't even 8:30. I could also see that there were too many kids at the party and that Danny's parents were nowhere to be seen. This could be a recipe for disaster. We stayed until ten dancing almost every dance. Rose actually kissed me in the middle of one.Once I noticed several guys becoming argumentative I knew it was time to leave. We were just getting into my truck when the first police car arrived. We were questioned, but even the cop could see we hadn't anything to drink. “I'm glad you're sober. I hate to find kids killed in traffic accidents.”“Yeah, that's the biggest reason why I only have beer at home,” I replied. We were gone a minute later.“Why'd we leave, Paul? I was having such a good time.”“Because there's going to be trouble, Rose; some of those kids are drunk. There was no supervision and, believe me, there will be some fights unless the cops break up the party. We may be eighteen and legally able to drink, but that doesn't mean we should. I'm responsible for your safety. I'm not taking any chances with you. You mean a lot more to me than a couple of beers.” She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. I drove around the block and headed to the miniature golf where I let Rose beat me.“I know you're better than that, Paul. You let me win, didn't you?”I laughed then held my hands up in a defensive position. “Who, me?” She joined me in laughing then she hugged me, looked into my eyes and kissed me. It was long and sweet, our tongues dueling for minutes. She broke it, but only to whisper, “Take me to the beach.”All the beaches where we live are private with the exception of an occasional town, county, or state park. We have two beaches in our association; Sill's Gully where one can drive all the way to the beach and East Path near our houses. That's a walk down a long and winding path in a ravine. It's also a long walk back up. The homeowners have improved it, installing benches and a boardwalk where feasible. I drove to Sill's Gully. It was named for a big rock; Sill's Rock; about a half mile straight out from shore in almost twenty feet of water at high tide. There are probably a million rocks on the north shore of Long Island. They all came from New England during the last ice age when they were pushed by a massive glacier and deposited once the glacier receded. I hoped the parking lot would be empty. It was. Rose wanted to go onto the beach so I pulled an old blanket from behind the seat. We walked holding hands under the moon's light.We sat on the blanket, Rose snuggling close to me. It was April and it was chilly. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. The waistband got stuck on her breasts until I made a concerted effort to pull it out away from her body. “You did that on purpose.” I said.“Of course, I'm not an idiot, you know.” Rose laughed then leaned forward, pressing those glorious orbs into my chest as she kissed me. Ending our dates on the beach became one of our favorite things.We dated every Friday and Saturday night and we often saw each other at family functions like birthday parties or cookouts. Our parents seemed to accept our relationship. I know that my mother no longer interrogated me after every date and Rose's mom always welcomed me when I picked her up.We had dated for more than a month, doing everything teenagers could imagine. I had even taken her over to Coram to the drive-in there. We bought the obligatory Cokes and popcorn, returning to the truck while it was still light. It was fun watching the young kids in the playground, many of them clad in pajamas, while their parents looked on. I recalled looking forward to the movie, but we never saw more than ten minutes at a time. The following week we went to another dance, this time at school. One thing about school dances, they ended early; at eleven. Rose and I left around 10:30. I asked Rose if she'd like to get some ice cream, but she shook her head. “You know where I want to go.” I drove to our favorite place; the beach at Sill's Gully.Rose joined me on the blanket. One second I was sitting and looking at the water, the next I was lying back with Rose on top of me. She gripped my head as she ground her lips into mine. Her large globular breasts pressed into my chest. I could feel her hard nipples through our clothes. Her legs were wrapped around mine. We kissed and kissed until she broke it. Looking directly into my eyes she spoke quietly, “I'm not as naïve as you think, Paul. I may not have done as many things as you, but I know what they are and how to do them; and I want to do them, too. But first, I think I need to confess something to you. Promise you won't laugh at me?”“Of course, Rose. I'd never laugh at you.”“Okay; here goes; back when we started to see each other; Mom thought I was so thrilled to have a real date. I was thrilled, but because the date was with you. Now; the hard part; I'm sure you know that I love you. I realized about a year ago that it wasn't the same kind of love it was when we were younger. I thought I was a freak; being in love with my cousin, so I was thrilled to learn that we're not.” Rose admitted.I couldn't control myself. I broke out in wild laughter. After only a few seconds I could see that Rose was at the verge of tears.Leaning up I brought her face to mine. “Oh, Rose; I'm definitely not laughing at you. I'm laughing at me.” She gave me a look that told me she thought I was crazy. “You see, Rose I've been terrified; struggling with how to tell you exactly the same thing. I love you; I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for; longer than I care to admit. I think you're the most wonderful person I've ever met and I love being with you. I love kissing you and holding you.”“Touching me?” she asked.“Yes, that will come when you're ready. I know a lot of guys who think that mauling some girl's tits is fun, but it's only fun if you're using it to make her feel great.”“Paul; I'm ready. Make me feel great; please.” She placed her hand on my thigh. My cock responded immediately. I could see that she could feel it; feel it grow. “Oh, Paul it feels so big. Can I see it?” I moved her hands to my belt buckle. It was open a few seconds later.She fumbled with the button on my shorts then pulled my zipper down. She turned to me and kissed me. It was quick but sweet and hot. “I've dreamed of this for so long. It's what I think of when I masturbate. Dreaming of you always makes me so hot.” Rose admitted as she pulled down my shorts and my briefs; my cock sprung up, swinging free in the cool evening. Rose hesitated not at all in touching and stroking me. “Oh; it feels so hot and I can't believe the skin is so soft and smooth. That's kind of a contradiction, isn't it; hard on the inside, yet so soft on the outside.” She shocked me when she leaned down to kiss the tip, testing the sponginess with her lips.“Go ahead, Paul; open my blouse. I want you to touch my breasts.”My hands found her blouse buttons, opening them easily despite their tiny size. She shrugged out of the blouse and helped me with the bra's clasp. I gasped at her beauty. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, sitting high on her chest despite their size. They were big; easily a handful for my big muscular paws with their dark brown areolas and hard wrinkled nipples. Despite my strength I knew to be careful and delicate as I massaged them and rolled her nipples between my fingers.I could sense how turned on Rose was becoming. Even in the dim light I could see her arousal; the way she threw her head back, moaned, and arched her back. What the hell would happen when I touched her pussy? I found out a few minutes later when she jumped up and slipped out of her slacks; her panties following a second later.“Jeez, Rose I hope nobody comes down here. You're naked.”“No; I'm wearing my sneakers.” I groaned at her humor. “Well,” she continued, “you could join me, you know.”“Not much point, is there? If anyone shined a flashlight on me I'd be arrested for indecent exposure, for sure. I'll say one thing; being in love with you sure is interesting. Let's see if I can make it more fun for you.” My mouth replaced one of my hands at her breast while the other explored between her legs. My fingers pushed through her thick curls to find her wet; pussy juice literally running down her thighs. My middle finger ran up and down her slit, tickling her clit several times before finding its way into her tight tunnel. Rose's moans became loud groans as she humped my hand. She continued like this for more than five minutes and it was a good thing I was paying attention. She had straddled my hips and was about to lower herself onto my cock.“NO!” I pushed her up then pulled her to me.“Don't misunderstand me, Rose. I'd love to make love with you; I dream of that day; but not here and not now. We're not doing it without protection. If you got pregnant; well, I don't want to even think about the consequences. I love you, Rose. We'll do it, but under better circumstances and when we're prepared properly.” I pulled her in for a kiss. We hugged for a while, as her passions tapered off, then we dressed and I took her home.That special time came two weeks later. We went again to the Coram drive-in, leaving around eleven so we could get to the beach by 11:30. I had laundered the blanket during the week so it would be clean and soft for what we both wanted so badly. I stopped off in the afternoon, on the way home from school, to buy some condoms. Rose had stayed in the truck at my insistence, but peeked into the bag once I had returned. At first she gasped then she had jumped into my lap and engaged me into a torrid kiss before we resumed our trip home.Our touching had become more daring and more frequent over the past weeks. Rose had confided that she masturbated furiously after our dates.“You get me so hot, Paul. I could never sleep until I can get relief.” I had admitted doing the same. We both thought we were ready now for the next step.I laid the blanket carefully onto an area that was clean of any seaweed and where the pebbles were small and plentiful. North shore Long Island beaches were a combination of sand, rounded pebbles, and rocks. I'd learned at an early age that lying on the pebbles was much more comfortable than lying on the sand which would pack down and become as hard as a rock. Rose and I stood together and kissed as she ran her hands up the back of my shirt. I ran mine down the back of her shorts. We were so hot for each other; our clothes were off in less than a minute.This was the third time we'd been naked together on the beach. Last Friday night we played miniature golf again knowing that we'd be done early. Rose laughed when I let her win again. We came to the beach and undressed each other, eagerly. “Have you done this before, Paul?”“Not exactly like this, Rose. I'm doing this because I love you. The other times were pure lust. I'm sure I lust after you even more, but I also love you terribly.” We kissed then and I pulled her down with me to the blanket. We would both cum, but tonight we would masturbate each other. I lay next to Rose, fondling her right breast with my left hand while I suckled at her left. My right hand went straight to her dripping wet cunt. I wasn't at all surprised to find it gushing with delicious juice. My fingers found her tunnel and fucked her at a frenetic pace. Her hand found my cock, but I restrained her. I wanted to make sure that she had a very pleasurable experience, one she'd want again and again. She writhed in her ecstasy; and when I moved my finger to her clit she came so hard she screamed at the top of her lungs until she collapsed into my arms.I clutched her back by running my arm between her legs and my hand over her butt. I could feel her humping against my forearm as her orgasm went on and on. Finally, it ended with a sigh, as though all the air had been forced from her lungs. I moved to hold her, but she was quicker; her lips mashed into mine as though all her passion was escaping through her mouth. I looked down to find she was almost unconscious. I held her gently until she stirred. “Oh, Paul; what was that? It was so incredible; overwhelming.”“I'd say you had the mother of all orgasms. Do you remember screaming for like thirty seconds?” She looked incredulous. “You did. I hope nobody calls the cops.”“I didn't do that, did I?” Rose was astounded at my accounting of her climax. I just nodded and pulled her in for yet another sensational kiss. She broke it a minute later to ask, “Can we wait a bit before I take care of you?”“Of course, I'll wait forever for you. You know that.”“I don't want you to wait that long. I want to take care of you just like you took care of me. Besides, I want to see how that big hard thing you have really works.”I laughed. “I only have one piece of advice, Rose; move to the side. Don't aim it anywhere near your face unless you want an early bath. Don't forget, the water's really cold now.” She looked unsure so I continued, “When I cum I'll probably shoot two or three feet into the air. You don't want to get in the way. I doubt your folks would be too thrilled to have you come home with semen in your hair. Mine would probably kill me.”“Don't worry. I'll protect you.” Even Rose had to laugh at that one. “Okay, I'll stay out of the way.” I pulled her to me for another kiss. I felt her hand on me as our lips came together. Her tongue flicked in my mouth as her hand gripped and stroked me. She kissed me passionately, but broke it after only a few seconds. “Sorry, but I want to see this.” She sat up to stroke me with both hands. She gripped me tightly, her hands moving faster and faster.My breathing became rapid and shallow as my orgasm approached. Suddenly, the familiar feeling was there. “Rose!” But instead of aiming away from her body she twisted my cock so my first spray hit between her breasts. The second struck just a trifle lower. All in all she took seven forceful rivers of slick white semen onto her magnificent body before the final weak eruption flew a mere six inches from my cock. I lay there on the blanket totally drained.To be continued in part 2. by senor longo for Sex Stories.

Former NBA Player, Rick Darnell and Carl Maybin, Show Off The Amazing, Tequila Comisario | KSP 59

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 27, 2024 48:10

On today's awesome episode, we have former NBA player and part owner of Tequila Comisario, Rick Darnell, and local marketing manager for Tequila Comisario, Carl Maybin, on the show today!We talk about how Rick got involved with owning Tequila Comisario, the differences with marketing alcohol versus another product, we razz uncle Carl about his love for the Oakland Raiders, charity work that Rick is involved with, how different the game of basketball is today, and much more!HUGE mahalo to Uncle Rick and Uncle Carl for being awesome guest on the podcast today! Follow and check out the links below for Tequila Comisario:IG: tequila_comisarioTequila Comisario Website: https://tequilacomisario.comEditing by: Kelsey Sugai | @jedi_sugaiMusic By:Sunset Drive - Isaac De La Cruz | IG: @fiddlepino℗ 2021 Isaac De La CruzReleased on: 2021-12-09Artwork By:Sarah Marquez| IG: @trisarahtops_illustrationInstagram: kampai_sugai_808Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjAXiyRRg5gboZTHRZt7ebQ

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DWDP - Employing Spiritual Weapons Against the Forces of Darkness: Stories and Insights

More Than Medicine

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2024 24:43 Transcription Available

Send us a Text Message.What if the simple act of praise could change the course of your battles, both physical and spiritual? Join us on "More Than Medicine" as Dr. Robert Jackson unravels a miraculous story from his family's medical history, where his Uncle Carl was saved from a near-fatal allergic reaction by quick medical intervention. Drawing a powerful parallel, Dr. Jackson reveals how the transformative power of praise can render Satan powerless in spiritual warfare, much like epinephrine neutralizes an allergic reaction. You'll uncover the essential spiritual weapons needed to stand firm in your faith, including intercessory prayer and the confession of God's Word.Experience the awe-inspiring impact of high praise as we recount a powerful worship session in a prison that led to divine intervention. With biblical examples like Daniel and Jehoshaphat as our guide, we underscore the importance of persistent, faith-filled prayer. Contrast the fervent devotion found in overseas churches with the distractions common in American congregations, and explore the potential for spiritual awakening through high praise. Finally, Dr. Jackson shares a heartfelt devotional, encourages listeners to reflect on their faith journey, and provides details on the Jackson Family Ministry's resources and ways to stay connected. Don't miss this episode filled with inspiring stories and practical spiritual insights that invite you to experience the power of praise.https://www.jacksonfamilyministry.comhttps://bobslone.com/home/podcast-production/

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Wisdom from the Hearts and Minds of Three Siblings: Bill (99) Dee Dee (98) and Fritz Kruschel (96) - Sharing Optimism, Values and Friendship

Stories in Life. On the Radio with Mark and Joe.

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 17, 2024 80:20 Transcription Available

We love to hear from our listeners! Send us a text message and share your feedback In this episode you will be transported to 1932, right in the middle of the Great Depression, as we sit down with the incredible Kruschel siblings: Bill, Dee Dee, and Fritz, ages 99, 98, and 96. We promise you'll learn not only about their struggles but also the heartwarming moments that defined their childhood. From family trips to Big Marine Lake and singing during long car rides, you'll get a vivid glimpse into their resilient and resourceful upbringing.Our conversation dives deep into the wisdom imparted by their single mother who championed honesty, financial responsibility, and hard work. Even after their father's death in 1933 threw their lives into turmoil, the family found strength and new beginnings on a farm with their Uncle Carl. You'll hear about their mother's arduous journey from Germany to America, her pursuit of a better life for herself and her family, and the sacrifices she made, painting a poignant backdrop to their story of perseverance.As we turn the page to their move from farm life to St. Paul Park in 1937, you'll feel the excitement and trepidation of transitioning to city life. The siblings reminisce about their mother's legendary cooking, their adventures in music and Boy Scouts, and the simple pleasures of a small-town childhood. These stories celebrate the enduring bond between them, the values instilled by their parents, and the timeless lessons of optimism, gratitude, and responsibility. Join us in honoring their rich tapestry of life experiences and the wisdom they offer.Support the Show.

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Walking Le Puy Camino - a life changing experience!

Loulabelle’s FrancoFiles

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 15, 2024 46:02

In 2023 my dear uncle Carl Putt and his best mate Paul Steinfort embarked on a life changing experience walking Le Puy Camino, a huge pilgrimage trail through France.I have obviously known my Uncle Carl my whole life and with a shared love of France it was wonderful to share this chat with him. I have known Paul mainly as Carl's best mate through my life (but just prior to COVID I took on the role as President of a large football club in suburban Melbourne for a number of years, with Paul having the capacity and experience to be my mentor through that time.) It was just lovely to chat with both Paul and Carl about this extraordinary experience they shared in France and I was thrilled to meet up over in Cahors, France to witness their last night.The walk they did is what's known as "Inn to Inn" walking, that is hotel to hotel. Most days they walked about 20 kms, but then as I discovered some days they walked more when they got lost! We chatted about the preparation required including training, equipment and the impact on participants' health and wellbeing. With both men being aged 75 at the time of this walk, I ascertained that taking on a challenge of this kind is not out of anyone's reach, as long as adequate medical advice is sought prior and the required steps to ensure readiness are undertaken.I loved how this experience has now spawned the idea of doing something similar with grandchildren. That experience will potentially provide memories for those grandchildren completing a similar trek now, to carry through their lives and possibly then do with their own grandchildren in the future whilst remembering the same experience with their grandfather. A wonderful ongoing family connection through the generations.Paul identified the deepness of the connection to France for our family and he was very happy to immerse in that with his friend, my Uncle Carl. This connection has brought a closeness of our extended family, and may possibly bring about more walks such as this for us all in the future.**Louise Prichard is the host of the Loulabelle's FrancoFiles podcast.**Other Loulabelle's links:FrancoFile Fix on YouTubeLoulabelle's FrancoFiles Spotify Playlist Loulabelle's FrancoFiles InstagramLoulabelle's FrancoFiles website

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Was it Uncle Carl? | Real Ghost Stories Online

Real Ghost Stories Online

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 9, 2024 16:17

They were playing with a Ouija board, and “Carl” kept coming through. Later that night, a dark, very tall figure appeared. He then discovered that his mother had an Uncle Carl, who had passed away and was also very tall. Was it him? If you have a real ghost story or supernatural event to report, please write into our show or call 1-855-853-4802! If you like the show, please help keep us on the air and support the show by becoming a Premium Subscriber. Subscribe here: http://www.ghostpodcast.com/?page_id=118 or at or at http://www.patreon.com/realghoststories Watch more at: http://www.realghoststoriesonline.com/ Follow Tony: Instagram: HTTP://www.instagram.com/tonybrueski TikToc: https://www.tiktok.com/@tonybrueski Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tony.brueski

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Eat Not To Dullness, Drink Not To Revelations

Silent Storytellers

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 27, 2024 51:33

Warning! there is a lot of laughter in this episode! Wonderful conversation with Uncle Carl. I appreciate him taking some time to chat with me about his life. Welcome to Silent Storytellers... Join the conversation: Instagram: @silent_storytellers Twitter: twitter.com/SilentStoryPod Facebook: facebook.com/silentstorytellerspodcast

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Daily Highlight: Listener Amy's Uncle Was Phone Tapped!

Elvis Duran and the Morning Show ON DEMAND

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 1, 2024 4:42 Transcription Available

One of our amazing listeners, Amy, calls in to tell us that today's Phone Tap featured her Uncle Carl, who passed away 14 years ago.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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The Carl Jung Primer

Gin & Tantra

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 16, 2023 32:37

In this episode we begin the dive on one of our favorite uncles... Uncle Carl, Carl Jung! We begin with a look at some of his critics and their criticisms. We bring light to his thoughts on his own Spirit guides, experiences with journeying, inner divinity and we begin to question taboo. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/gintantra/message

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Cleaning the Mental Palate

Gin & Tantra

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 10, 2023 65:48

In this episode we finalize our discussion around the various views of the Ego, Mind and Reality from the Mind Only School of Buddhist thought. We discuss the mind and its relationship to the external world, dependent, impuded and perfect nature's, dealing with distraction and focus and our collective Uncle Carl! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/gintantra/message

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The Luck We Had Pod Ep 508 Uncle Carl

The Luck We Had: A Shameless Recap Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 8, 2023 70:11

Ian is coming home from the hospital but one person is absent to pick him up. Frank does a TERRIBLE thing, Svetlana introduces V to her Wifely duties, Lip tries to settle his debt at school and Carl makes a big huge mistake! Check out our website linked below to get yourself a tshirt! Don't Forget to Rate, Review and Subscribe! The Luck We Had - Instagram, Twitter & Tik Tok @luckwehadpod Lena - Instagram @cojackk Twitter @dersholmvik Evan- Instagram @imokay4000 TikTok @unevant Twitter @internetlifeyo Amanda - Instagram @abnormalamanda18 Twitter @abnormalamanda Tik Tok @abnormalamanda_18 Gmail - luckwehadpod@gmail.com Website - theluckwehad.carrd.co/# Cover Art by Zoe Instagram @burden.on.society

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Episode 003 - "Capturing the Moment " with SoCal Hyphen Promotions Director Carleon Wilson

Church Creatives Club

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 23, 2023 41:06

In this episode we sit down with Carleon Wilson, a photographer, videographer and content creator from California. Listen as we discuss how to get involved in your local church, looking at creative work as a ministry and why Uncle Carl says that you should not use anything but Sony cameras. Whether you are brand new to church creative work or a seasoned veteran this is an episode you do not want to miss. If you would like to read the digital copies of Church Creatives Club for free, visit this link ChurchCreativesClub If you would like to support this project by purchasing merch or print copies of the magazine, you can do so here https://lnk.bio/churchcreativesclub You can also subscribe to the YouTube channel and watch/listen episodes there https://www.youtube.com/@ChurchCreativesClub If you would like to connect with Carleon you can visit his links below: Website: https://www.ccwproductions.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/theunclecarl/ --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/churchcreativesclub/support

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Jean Shepherd 1965 09 06 Uncle Carl

Shep-A-Day Fatheads Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 6, 2022

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Aaron LaCombe Americana Artist talks about "Breaking Ground" and Touring

Ignite Your Passion with Bonnie Lang

Play Episode Play 30 sec Highlight Listen Later Aug 16, 2022 33:10

Aaron LaCombe, Americana Artist talks about "Breaking Ground" and touring. He tours with his adorable 9 year old Great Dane, Potter. He's blazing his own trail and keeping it real with his lyrics that hold so much emotion. He's recently won 2021 Winner of the Texana Troubador Songwriting Competition. His song “Uncle Carl” was a 2019 New Mexico Film Festival Nominee and has more than 100,000 listens. Aaron talks about his motivation and inspiration. I got goosebumps throughout this interview. Take a listen!To Connect with Aaron LaCombehttp://www.aaronlacombe.comI'd Love to Hear From You!If you would like to hear about a profession or love what you do, I would love to hear from you! And if you're enjoying these podcasts, please send me a message!Connect with Bonnie: https://www.bonnielang.com/igniteConnect with Bonnie on Instagram: @bonnielang.com

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Episode 43 - Crossing The Ancestral Plane With My Great Uncle Carl

Lunchtime Foolery Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 31, 2022 37:55

This is Part 8 of the "Ancestral Plane" segment of the Lunchtime Foolery Podcast. This is a segment where I interview the elders within my family in order to keep their stories and experiences relevant.

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Fusebox 189: “Jerk-In-The- Box” (1/26/22)

The Overnightscape Underground

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 26, 2022 26:03

Fusebox 189: “Jerk-In-The-Box” 26:02 – Changing The Channel, The Well Modulated Voice Effect, DINOS Among Us? All For One, Fusebox Water Warning: Tsunami Advisory, Big In The Tortuga's, Fusebox Liner ID, Fusebox Store Spot With Timmy and Uncle Carl, Iko Delivers A Message, Magawa, The Hero Rat Leaves This Mortal Coil, Ghislane Maxwell Singing, “Maxwell” […]

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13. "My Mind Playin' Tricks on Me" - Kasper's Uncle Carl Talks Schizophrenia, Paranoia and Thinking Tour Family is Trying to Poison You and Other Struggles He Has Gone Through.

Screaming at a Wall Podcast - Punk Rock , Prison, Politics, Philosophy and Skateboarding

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 8, 2021 54:03

In this Episode Kasper talks to his Carl Uncle in the second video in a series of interviews with his family and people who have directly impacted his life. They talk about him being diagnosed with Schizophrenia at the age of 20 and not being able to become the artist he wanted to become. He shares stories of being lost in D.C. after thinking his family was trying to kill him while they were on vacation and more. Join Kasper, AN EX-GANG MEMBER AND FELON TURNED PUNK ROCK WANDERER, as he takes you on the journey of exploration as he shares insights by interviewing people from all walks of life including ex-prisoners who have success in their own way and also spotlighting people who make a difference in the scenes he loves. From Skate Punks to Bank Robbers and everything in-between. Explore the lives of the miscreants, rebels, artist and people who continue to rise above. https://linktr.ee/screamingatawallpodcast available on all streaming platforms Instagram: @screamingatawallpodcast @stealyoursoul Want to be on our show? Have you been to prison? Have you been successful in staying out? Do you have a story you would like to share? Send an email to info.screamingatawall@gmail.com You can support our channel by subscribing and sharing. You can also go to https://anchor.fm/screamingatawallpodcast sign up for a subscription or see all available platforms. Intro-Outro Music by Mr. Eds insta: @the_mr_eds

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13. "My Mind Playin' Tricks on Me" - Kasper's Uncle Carl Talks Schizophrenia, Paranoia and Thinking Tour Family is Trying to Poison You and Other Struggles He Has Gone Through.

Screaming at a Wall Podcast - Punk Rock , Prison, Politics, Philosophy and Skateboarding

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 8, 2021 54:03

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Grindbin Podcast - Grindhouse and Exploitation Films

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 1, 2021 148:28

The legend himself, Uncle Carl, joins Yobo, Bobby, and Mike to discuss one of Troma's first movies. Carl mistakingly took a date to see this in the theater, Mike discusses an incredibly bizarre way to cure a bee sting, Yobo talks about how he used to sell adult magazines from a trenchcoat, and more!

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WRITING/PODCASTING A NOVEL IN 30 DAYS NOV 29

Create Art Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 29, 2021 14:21

National Novel Writing and Podcast Posting Month 2021 Welcome friend to Create Art Podcast where I help you tame your inner critic and create more than we consume. I am Timothy Kimo Brien your thankful head instigator with over 20 years in arts and education. How I accomplish this is by providing you with commentary, interviews, discussions, and projects that will inspire you to create art. This month I will be podcasting daily and writing a novel in 30 days. I am participating in NaPodPoMo and NaNoWriMo again this year as I did last year and you can hear those episodes here. You will be able to listen and read along to what I wrote for the day. I like to practice what I preach when it comes to art so I am challenging myself to write and having you come along for the ride. It is my hope this inspires you to accomplish your goals with your art and if you would like to share what you are doing email me at timothy@createartpodcast.com History of NaNoWriMo and NaPodPoMo NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month began in 1999 as a daunting but straightforward challenge: to write 50,000 words of a novel in thirty days. Now, each year on November 1, hundreds of thousands of people around the world begin to write, determined to end the month with 50,000 words of a brand new novel. They enter the month as elementary school teachers, mechanics, or stay-at-home parents. They leave novelists. NaPodPoMo: NaPodPoMo* is a month-long event along the same vein as National Novel Writing Month aka NaNoWriMo. The difference? Well, instead of writing a 50,000-word novel, you podcast every day for 30 days from November 1st-30th. Use any platform you desire. From full production studio to iPhone app and just about anything in between. The goal is to use the challenge of podcasting daily as a form of podcasting boot camp. The Writing So Far 29 Nov 2021 daily count 2047 cumulative count 42233 Cheryl and Carmine came running into the kitchen when they heard the audible thump to find Carl motionless on the floor with blood dripping from his forehead where a gash had formed. Cheryl let out a loud shriek just as Seth and Rachel came running in carrying the limp body of Myra. “Mom, Mom Myra just passed out when we were outside on the playground. Why is Uncle Carl on the floor, is that blood,” yelled Seth out of breath from carrying Myra? “What happened out there,” asked Carmine panicking? “Myra was on the swings and about a minute ago she passed out and fell to the ground while we were out there, and Seth picked her up and we ran to get her inside. What happened to Uncle Carl,” said Rachel? “We heard a thump and found him on the ground. Don't touch him kids, I am going to call an ambulance. Get Myra on the couch in the living room,” said Carmine as she dialed the emergency number on her phone. Cheryl knelt beside Carl and wiped the blood gushing out of the wound on his head. She grabbed a towel and got it wet and then placed it on the open wound and held Carl's head in her arms. “Shhhh, what happened baby, can you hear me,” Cheryl asked to a still unconscious Carl? Once Carmine got a hold of the operator, she quickly relayed what had happened and went over to check on Myra in the living room. The operator took down the information and dispatched an ambulance right away but kept Carmine on the phone and gave her instructions on how to help Myra and Carl. When Nate heard all the commotion downstairs and the screams from Carmine and Cheryl he quickly went downstairs as he was already dressed and ready to come down anyway. He first went to Myra and saw that she was still breathing and had a strong pulse, he then went over to the kitchen where Carl was and saw that Cheryl had controlled the bleeding, but the dish towel she used was soaked with blood. He grabbed two more dish towels and soaked them in cool water and gave one to Cheryl and took the other to Myra where he placed the cool wet dish towel on her forehead and had Seth hold it there. Carmine was still talking on the phone with the operator and told Nate that an ambulance was coming. He went back to the kitchen to help Cheryl and his little brother. “What happened here, did he have another episode,” asked Nate? “Carmine and I were in the other room, and we heard a thump and found Carl like this on the floor. I guess he had one or he was just so exhausted from last night and from the start of this whole thing that he passed out,” said Cheryl. “How is Myra?” “She must have had an episode as well; she is on the couch and has a strong pulse. I think she will be fine. Carmine has an ambulance coming. Looks like you stopped the bleeding, good work in keeping his head elevated. Let's just keep him like this and I will grab blankets for both of them, so they don't go into shock, hold on okay,” said Nate. Tears started streaming from his face as he went back into the living room and found Myra talking with Seth and Rachel. He grabbed two blankets from the hope chest and put one on Myra and took the other to Carl. When he got back to the kitchen, he saw carl talking with Cheryl and looking confused. He placed the blanket on Carl and knelt to hear what Carl was saying. “I don't know what happened, I was just thinking about destroying the diary and next thing I know I am on the floor with a cold wet towel on my head and feeling woozy. Did I pass out or something,” asked Carl in a hurried and slurred voice? “We are not sure, but we have an ambulance coming for you so hold tight and try not to sleep okay,” replied Nate. “What do you mean you were thinking about destroying the diary? Won't that cause more problems like this, maybe that is why you passed out. You can't do that again; I don't think it will help anyone. Myra passed out probably at the same time you passed out and she is in the living room,” replied Cheryl. “How is she doing, I want to see her,” Carl tried to get up as he spoke. Cheryl and Nate held him down and he was too weak to resist. “Myra is fine, you need to stay put until the EMT's get here, you aren't going to be able to do anything right now. Myra is awake and talking to Seth and Rachel and Carmine. Now what are you talking about, did you do anything to the diary, where is it,” asked Nate forcefully? “I left it in the safe in my office at home. I was thinking if I destroyed it that would break the curse and everyone would be okay, Myra could grow up and no one from the family would be impacted,” said Carl. “Well even the thought of it seems to have proved you wrong with that solution. I need you to promise you won't think about that again,” said Cheryl. The EMT's arrived that the house and found Myra on the couch and stabilized Carl in the kitchen. They took them both out of the house in their own stretchers and took them to the hospital where Nate had just left earlier that day. Once they got to the emergency room Carl let the doctors know about his condition and repeatedly asked about Myra. She was in the next room over and was calling out for Carl. “Baby girl, listen to the doctors, I am fine, Carmine and Cheryl will be here soon,” Carl called out to Myra from his room. The attending physician asked about Carl's relation to Myra, and he told them that he was adopting her, he gave no other details about Myra than that. When they asked who they could call he let them know that his girlfriend and his sister-in-law would be coming shortly, and he wanted them to be able to come back to see them. The physician attending to carl numbed his forehead and started putting in stiches where the gash was, Carl didn't flinch and when the physician was done Cheryl appeared with a nurse in his room. “Oooo that looks painful. How are you feeling dear,” asked Cheryl? “Chicks dig scars, and now I have a story to tell the grandkids right, this is how we got together. I am doing fine sweetheart. I'd like to go home and rest up, but I think they want to keep me here. How is Myra doing,” asked Carl? “Carmine is in there with her. We can only have grandkids if you stick around for a long time, and we have kids. Doctor how is he doing really because I know he won't tell me, "Asked Cheryl? “He should be fine, his vitals are good, must have passed out due to exhaustion. How has he been sleeping lately,” asked the doctor? “He doesn't sleep that is his problem. He is an over achiever and trying to be superman, I mean batman,” said Cheryl. “He will be fine, have him rest up even if you have to tie him to a bed. I don't want those stiches to fall out, I put some good work into them, and I don't want to have him come back here to get them redone. He should follow-up with his regular doctor in about a week to get them removed. The girl is doing fine, her vitals are strong and it's as if nothing happened to her. I know we would like to keep her for observation, but I think she should be fine as well. Has she had anything like this before,” asked the doctor? “No, not as far as we know. We are in the process of adopting her and we weren't made aware of anything like that in her past,” Cheryl lied. “Well make sure she gets some rest and follow-up with her pediatrician in about a week. If either one of them blacks out get them back here pronto. I think they should be okay, but just check on them when they are sleeping. Carl, can you promise to take it easy for a few days,” asked the doctor? “If I say yes, do I get to go home, "asked Carl? “I take it he likes to be sarcastic,” said the doctor to Cheryl? “Yeah, him and his older brother. His brother was in here last night with something similar and just got out this morning,” said Cheryl. “Does his brother have the same tumor issue,” asked the doctor? “Not as far as I know, they both are over achievers and work too many hours,” said Cheryl. “Carl this won't get better unless you take better care of yourself. I hope to not see you in here again,” said the doctor. “Aw but doc, your work is great, will I have a good scar to tell my grandkids about,” asked Carl? “If I say yes will you get some rest,” replied the doctor? “Sweet, I'll go home, and sleep for ten hours will that work for you,” said Carl. “The nurse will come in here with their discharge instructions. Just keep a good eye on him today and if there are any issue liked slurred speech or another black out get him right back here,” said the doctor as he headed out of the room. Carmine walked into Carl's room shaking her head. “I'll take you all to your apartment Carl. Myra is fine and will be discharges with us in a few minutes. How are you feeling, those stiches look painful,” asked Carmine? “Hey sis I am doing great and yes I promise to stay in bed for the rest of today. How is Nate doing,” asked Carl? “He is taking the kids out to lunch and for ice cream. Seth and Rachel are a bit shaken up seeing you carted out of our house in an ambulance with Myra. I need to go grab the car and pull it out front, Cheryl can you stay with Myra,” asked Carmine? “Sure I' be happy to,” said Cheryl. She kissed Carl and left for Myra's room. Carmine stayed with Carl for a few moments and looked him over. “What have you gotten us into Carl? I need to know that this is not going to happen again, my nerves are fried,” asked Carmine? “I wish I could say it's a long story, but it started late last week when Myra's father or who we think was Myra's father abandoned her in the coffee shop where Cheryl works. Nate is trying to figure out the specifics on how we can adopt here with no issues and find out about her past. It is a bit of a ghost story that you probably wouldn't believe,” said Carl quietly. “I am not a fan of ghost stories, and I am not a fan of what is happening. Get done with whatever is going on so we can return to our normal lives. I love that brother of yours and I'll be damned if I let anything bad happen to him. Does Cheryl know,” asked Carmine? “She knows about as much as you know. I promise to not keep you out of the loop. I am sorry for all the trouble this is causing you and your family. I never intended for anything like this to happen,” said Carl in tears. “I know, just get this done whatever it is for your brothers' sake. He loves you more than you can possibly know and consider moving to our house so we can keep an eye on you. That girl of yours Cheryl is something special and she deserves the best like your brother has given me,” said Carmine as she left to go grab her car. Reaching Out To reach out to me, email timothy@createartpodcast.com I would love to hear about your journey and what you are working on. If you would like to be on the show or have me discuss a topic that is giving you trouble write in and lets start that conversation. Email: timothy@createartpodcast.com IG: @createartpodcast Twitter: @createartpod Mighty Networks: Create Art Podcast

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WRITING/PODCASTING A NOVEL IN 30 DAYS NOV 27

Create Art Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 28, 2021 12:37

National Novel Writing and Podcast Posting Month 2021 Welcome friend to Create Art Podcast where I help you tame your inner critic and create more than we consume. I am Timothy Kimo Brien your thankful head instigator with over 20 years in arts and education. How I accomplish this is by providing you with commentary, interviews, discussions, and projects that will inspire you to create art. This month I will be podcasting daily and writing a novel in 30 days. I am participating in NaPodPoMo and NaNoWriMo again this year as I did last year and you can hear those episodes here. You will be able to listen and read along to what I wrote for the day. I like to practice what I preach when it comes to art so I am challenging myself to write and having you come along for the ride. It is my hope this inspires you to accomplish your goals with your art and if you would like to share what you are doing email me at timothy@createartpodcast.com History of NaNoWriMo and NaPodPoMo NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month began in 1999 as a daunting but straightforward challenge: to write 50,000 words of a novel in thirty days. Now, each year on November 1, hundreds of thousands of people around the world begin to write, determined to end the month with 50,000 words of a brand new novel. They enter the month as elementary school teachers, mechanics, or stay-at-home parents. They leave novelists. NaPodPoMo: NaPodPoMo* is a month-long event along the same vein as National Novel Writing Month aka NaNoWriMo. The difference? Well, instead of writing a 50,000-word novel, you podcast every day for 30 days from November 1st-30th. Use any platform you desire. From full production studio to iPhone app and just about anything in between. The goal is to use the challenge of podcasting daily as a form of podcasting boot camp. The Writing So Far 27 Nov 2021 daily count 1379 cumulative count 38438 Carl broke their gaze first. He started eating the oatmeal and drinking his coffee. He looked back at Myra who was eating her omelet with relish and motioned to Cheryl to eat her food. He wished he had telepathy to tell her what he was thinking at that moment. He wanted to find a way to break this curse so that no one would be hurt by it anymore. Even if it meant his life would be forfeited, he was willing to make the sacrifice in order for Myra to be free and his family and friends to not have to deal with the possible hurt that the curse would incur upon them. He knew Cheryl would try to talk him out of succumbing to death in order to save everyone else, but he didn't feel he had an option. He would read through the diary and find out its secrets, he would do it over the weekend when everyone was asleep and whatever solution came from this he was prepared to do. He had this same feeling when he accepted his terminal diagnosis. Peace descended and he was actually on a euphoric high for weeks that his ex-wife couldn't understand. When she figured out what he was planning back then she put a stop to it. His suicidal ideation at that time is not what ended their marriage, it was the aftermath. He accepted his impending death, and she would not let him go quietly, the way he wanted to go. He felt that Cheryl was cut from the same cloth. Everyone finished her breakfast quickly and Myra took the dishes to the sink to soak. She headed back to her bedroom to get changed. Carl and Cheryl sat at the table looking at each other. “You look tired, do you want me to drive out there today,” asked Cheryl? “I am going to take come coffee with me and I should be fine. I have had weeks of sleepless nights before and coffee keeps me alert enough to keep moving,” replied Carl. “I have today off so I can stay here the whole day, but we need to talk about the living situation soon. I would like to move in before next month and break my lease. Is there a charge for parking here,” asked Cheryl? “I get two spots included in my rent so adding you in won't have an affect on the price. I'd like you to move in and we can talk about marriage and what that looks like and all that other stuff. With you living ere we will have time to do that,” replied Carl. “We also need to talk about you and your care and what that looks like if we are going to need a nurse to come in here and help out while I am at work. I know you have this tumor, but I don't know how you progress through this battle and how we get to the other side. Before say a word there will be an other side that we will get to, I am not losing you quietly and I am not going to let you give up. If you didn't know that I can be as stubborn as you, now you do. I told you I am in this for the long haul. Now what were you just thinking about and if you say my beautiful eyes I'll puke in your lap right now,” joke Cheryl. She was trying to show strength to help alleviate Carl and he recognized it. “Do I get to pick out the nurse,” asked Carl? “Only if her name is Olga and she is older than both of us with a wort on her face as big as a quarter,” said Cheryl. “I was hoping for someone with a puss filled goiter that I would have to lance on occasion,” said Carl. “You really don't like being serious do you. I get it, it's your coping mechanism. Just so you know I can keep the jokes rolling right along with you as long as you do what you need to do to stay with us for a long time,” said Cheryl. “Okay but if Olga says that I need to wear adult diapers to bed, don't complain about the smell when I eat fast food tacos, “joked Carl. “That is your usual man musk, that's why I am attracted to you,” said Cheryl. “We do need to figure out how to break this curse before anyone else gets hurt. We can talk once we get over to Nate's and I am sure he might have some ideas. We don't know if this stuff is related to her or if it is the diary, I'd like to think its related to the diary,” said Carl. “I am going to hop in the shower and get ready, give me a few minutes. We will figure this out, I am sure. I'll be damned if I am going to live in a horror movie where the kid is the monster,” said Cheryl. She went to the bedroom they shared and closed the door. Carl was left alone at the kitchen table with his coffee and his thoughts. Myra finished up and sat at the kitchen table with Carl. “Are you going to get ready to go,” asked Myra? “Yeah, I am just waiting for Cheryl to get done in the shower and I'll clean up and get dressed,” said Carl. “Something happened last night didn't it,” asked Myra? “Well, I don't know how to tell you this, but it seems your dream became a reality. Everyone is okay, but we were scared there for a minute. Has something like this happened in the past,” asked Carl? “I don't remember ever having this happen. So, Uncle Nate, Vince and Angela were in trouble last night,” asked Myra? “Let's just say that they all experienced what you dreamt about. Do you remember anything about the old man and what he looked like from your dream,” asked Carl? “I think if I saw a picture of him, I'd recognize him, but I don't want to see him ever again. He was creepy,” said Myra. “Well, we might need you to look at a few pictures to find out who he was and then we can try to understand what happened to my friends and family,” said Carl. “Do you think you could do it for them. I already know how brave you are, and I'll be here to protect you.” “I know you will,” said Myra. Myra grabbed another glass of chocolate milk while they waited for Cheryl to finish up. When Cheryl came out of the bedroom Carl went right in without a word. He closed the door and started the water to splash on his face. It was cold and didn't warm up as Cheryl had used up all the warm water. Carl wasn't angry at this, he welcomed the freezing water on his face as it woke him up to another level of consciousness. If he felt that he was ready for the day, now he really felt ready for the day. It reminded him of one of his first apartments that hardly ever had warm water. When he was done washing his face he put on some deodorant and slipped out of all his clothes and changed them. While changing he looked at himself in the mirror and thought about that Myra trusted him to protect her. This made the decision to read the diary harder. Carl got finished dressing and walked out to find Myra and Cheryl sitting at the table still drinking and talking softly. “Okay let's grab those kids some lunch and head out to Nate's,” said Carl. They all walked out and climbed into Car's car. The drive over was uneventful except for finding something vegan that they would all enjoy at the grocery store. When they got to Nate's they saw Carmine's car in the driveway and parked next to it. Seth and Rachel were at the front door waiting for everyone to come up. “Uncle Carl, long time no see,” said Seth. “I know you can't get sick of seeing my face Seth, “said Carl. Reaching Out To reach out to me, email timothy@createartpodcast.com I would love to hear about your journey and what you are working on. If you would like to be on the show or have me discuss a topic that is giving you trouble write in and lets start that conversation. Email: timothy@createartpodcast.com IG: @createartpodcast Twitter: @createartpod Mighty Networks: Create Art Podcast

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WRITING/PODCASTING A NOVEL IN 30 DAYS NOV 25

Create Art Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 26, 2021 14:38

National Novel Writing and Podcast Posting Month 2021 Welcome friend to Create Art Podcast where I help you tame your inner critic and create more than we consume. I am Timothy Kimo Brien your thankful head instigator with over 20 years in arts and education. How I accomplish this is by providing you with commentary, interviews, discussions, and projects that will inspire you to create art. This month I will be podcasting daily and writing a novel in 30 days. I am participating in NaPodPoMo and NaNoWriMo again this year as I did last year and you can hear those episodes here. You will be able to listen and read along to what I wrote for the day. I like to practice what I preach when it comes to art so I am challenging myself to write and having you come along for the ride. It is my hope this inspires you to accomplish your goals with your art and if you would like to share what you are doing email me at timothy@createartpodcast.com History of NaNoWriMo and NaPodPoMo NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month began in 1999 as a daunting but straightforward challenge: to write 50,000 words of a novel in thirty days. Now, each year on November 1, hundreds of thousands of people around the world begin to write, determined to end the month with 50,000 words of a brand new novel. They enter the month as elementary school teachers, mechanics, or stay-at-home parents. They leave novelists. NaPodPoMo: NaPodPoMo* is a month-long event along the same vein as National Novel Writing Month aka NaNoWriMo. The difference? Well, instead of writing a 50,000-word novel, you podcast every day for 30 days from November 1st-30th. Use any platform you desire. From full production studio to iPhone app and just about anything in between. The goal is to use the challenge of podcasting daily as a form of podcasting boot camp. The Writing So Far 25 Nov 2021 daily count 1787 cumulative count 37059 Carl helped Cheryl up to her feet and led her to the bedroom where they climbed into bed together. The coffee didn't affect Carl like everyone said it would, he had a weird constitution where he could drink coffee at any time of day and still fall asleep, although it was not a refreshing sleep. Cheryl almost immediately dozed off and Carl soon followed her into slumber. There was a light knocking at the bedroom door and Cheryl looked over at the clock which read eight o'clock. The sun was trying to stream through the blinds through the window and it made shadows on the opposite wall. Cheryl whispered, “give us a couple of minutes sweet girl.” Carl was still in a deep and fitful sleep and Cheryl quietly got up and went to the bathroom to get herself ready for the day. She wanted Carl to get some good sleep since he had had a long night. When she was done in the bathroom, she looked over at Carl who was looking at her with almost closed eyes. “Go back to sleep superman,” she said to Carl. “Never really liked Superman, I am more of a Batman guy, oh and no Beatles just Rolling Stones,” joked Carl as he was stretching. “You are just full of surprises aren't you. I bet you plan on getting up and running around today or going to work huh,” asked Cheryl? “Nope, I already called off work today. I am just waiting to hear from Nate and Carmine. I do need a shower though, mind if I slip into it first,” asked Carl? “I think you earned it, we can talk about what happened last night after breakfast, what do you want,” asked Cheryl? “I am not fussy at all, coffee, maybe some oatmeal,” replied Carl. “Good, I think we can manage that, hop in the shower, although I think you should take a break today,” scolded Cheryl. She left the bedroom and Myra was right outside the door waiting for her. “Is he okay,” asked Myra? “He had a long night after we put you back to bed, what would you like to make for breakfast,” asked Cheryl. The girls headed off to the kitchen and Carl slowly got out of bed. He went to the shower and turned it on full blast. Carl liked hot showers where the water almost scalded him. When he disrobed, he felt that funny feeling of confusion as he had in the past, just before he had an episode. Carl didn't want to pass out in the shower and end up in the hospital. This time he would try to fight the episode as much as he could and have a normal day. He got into the shower and started to grit his teeth and march while the hot water sprayed all over his body. He was feeling invigorated and tired at the same time. Forcing his eyes open by sheer will he finished his shower and stepped out onto the bathroom floor after turning off the facet. Carl felt good that he was able to fight off the episode this time and noted how he was able to do it. Obviously, he wouldn't be able to do this every time, but at least this time he had won a battle. When Carl smelled the familiar scent of coffee, that was almost as invigorating as the shower. He finished getting dressed and picked up his phone to check for messages. Nothing had come through yet, so he called over to Nate's house to check in on the kids. On the third ring Rachel answered. “Hey Uncle Carl, we are doing fine here,” said Rachel in a cheerful voice. “Good to hear, have you two had breakfast yet,” asked Carl? “We just finished up. We haven't heard anything from Mom and Dad yet, starting to get worried,” replied Rachel. “Well, we are going to head over there and hang out with you two. I took the day off work and if your dad ends up needing a hand I want to be there to help,” said Carl. “Thanks, and I remember what we talked about last night, about being Myra's friend. I am sorry I called her weird. It must be really hard on her,” replied Rachel. “Yeah, it is but she is holding up like a champ. Give us about an hour and a half and we will be over. Do you guys need me to bring you lunch,” asked Carl? “Well, we have plenty of food here, but if you want to bring us lunch that's fine. Seth it's Uncle Carl, he is coming over in about two hours go get your room cleaned up. Sorry Seth is acting like I am a substitute teacher and doesn't want to do our normal chores,” said Rachel perturbed. “Let me talk to Seth,” said Carl. “Hey Seth, your sister is in charge until I get there and if I see that your room is not made up and your chores aren't done then young man you will be in trouble with me and we won't go driving, understand?” “Yes, Uncle Carl, sheesh, you are as bad as dad,” said Seth sheepishly. “Hey Seth, I understand, I am the youngest in my family and there were times when my brothers had to look after me while my parents were out of the house doing something. It can be frustrating and it may seem like your sister is being bossy, but remember she is trying her best to make sure nothing happens to you and she is under a lot of stress. Try to help her out as much as possible okay. I know you can alright big guy,” asked Carl? “Okay Uncle Carl. Are you bringing Cheryl and Myra over too,” asked Seth? “Yup, the whole crew, and Cheryl is a stickler for getting chores done so do us both a favor,” said Carl. “Can do Uncle Carl, see you in a few hours,” said Seth. “Okay, see you then put your sister back on the phone,” asked Carl. “Thanks for the help with Seth Uncle Carl. You know Mom doesn't want him to go driving with you in that Suzuki Samurai,” said Rachel. “And I didn't tell him I would take him driving in that car, I am going to call your mom now and see what is going on. You call me if there are any issues okay,” said Carl. “Gotcha big boss man,” said Rachel. That was her special name for her uncle. “See you soon my cuddly kazoo,” said Carl as he ended the call. He walked out to the kitchen and there was coffee and oatmeal already set up for him as Cheryl and Myra were finishing up making their breakfast of cheese omelets and chocolate milk for Myra and tea for Cheryl. “I need to make one call before I sit down to eat, do you mind,” asked Carl? “Handle your business, we are just sitting down to eat,” replied Cheryl. “Anyone interested in a trip to Uncle Nate's house and hanging out with Seth and Rachel,” asked Carl? “Oooo I'd like that a lot,” squealed Myra. “I wouldn't mind going out there again is Nate is up to it,” said Cheryl. “That's what I am going to look into. I need to drop off lunch for Seth and Rachel and make sure they are okay, and I figured I could use some help from two of the best people I know,” said Carl. “He dialed up Carmine's number on his phone, after three rings she answered. “Hey Carl, I just got off the phone with Rachel and she said you all were heading over to drop off lunch and hang out,” said Carmine. “Yeah, I didn't get in until about four this morning, but I wanted to make sure the kids were all right and I have the best people in the world to give me a hand with that, how's Nate holding up this morning,” asked Carl? “We had a quiet night, they looked at the MRI's and didn't find anything out of the ordinary, you could probably read the scans better than anyone else and understand what all this stuff means. We should be getting out of here in about two hours. Nate is more upset because he has lost some time on this project of yours. Also, did you know Vince was admitted to the same hospital last night in the evening and is being released with no issues,” asked Carmine? “I heard about it from a clerk at the gas station on the way to your house. I also talked with the cop that was on the call for Vince,” said Carl. “Talked to a cop, what happened,” asked Carmine? “I pulled to the side of the road to get some fresh air and the cop pulled up behind me, we started talking and well, luckily he knew about Vince so that mystery was solved. Have you heard from Angela,” asked Carl? “Well, she lives in the next county over, but I did check the hospital here and she wasn't admitted last night,” replied Carmine. “I'll check the hospital over there, so Nate is doing okay,” asked Carl? “Yes, little brother he is doing fine, like I said he is just ornery as usual. Other people controlling his choices, you know how much he loves that,” replied Carmine. “About as much as I enjoy it. Okay we will see you in a few hours, we are just eating breakfast now and we will head out and grab lunch for everyone,” said Carl. “Thanks for checking in on he kids last night. Rachel said she really appreciated it and Seth looks up to you. Just get this project done quickly, I don't want to have another night like this again,” said Carmine. “Neither do I, neither do I,” replied Carl. He sat down after he ended the call an ate his oatmeal and drank the black coffee. “What's on your mind,” asked Cheryl? “Angela hasn't checked in yet,” replied Carl. Cheryl looked at her phone after he said that “Wait, I got a text from Angela, let me read it. Must have just came in. Says she is getting out of the hospital now, was admitted yesterday, docs found nothing wrong, wants to meet with us as soon as possible, hasn't been able to reach Nate. I'll message her back and let her know. This is very strange that all three of them were in the hospital last …,” Cheryl said trailing off. Cheryl and Carl looked at Myra and then looked at each other. Reaching Out To reach out to me, email timothy@createartpodcast.com I would love to hear about your journey and what you are working on. If you would like to be on the show or have me discuss a topic that is giving you trouble write in and lets start that conversation. Email: timothy@createartpodcast.com IG: @createartpodcast Twitter: @createartpod Mighty Networks: Create Art Podcast

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A Special Presentation 109: The Incredible, Indelible, Magical, Physical, Mystery Trip

A Special Presentation, or Alf Will Not Be Seen Tonight

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 25, 2021 70:10

If you lived through the 1980s, then you probably remember Timer, a dancing, uh, apparently a lemon? Wearing a stovepipe hat? And singing about healthy eating? Well, he was a thing. But what was the origin of Timer? Well, turns out he came from this 1973 TV movie where he takes two children on a magical tour of their Uncle Carl's body like it's Osmosis Jones or something.

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It Takes a Village with Cayla Kimble

The Final Percent

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 15, 2021 25:54

We often say in life that it takes a village. After a weekend with family and friends for my Uncle Carl's 75th birthday, my wife Cayla Kimble and I discuss the importance of community and connection in this phase of our life, as well as a quick behind-the-scenes look at preparation for the TFP Summit. www.thefinalpercent.com

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LIVE @THE UNCLE CARL EXPERIENCE /24/JUL/2021

DINO BRAVO UNLEASHED

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2021 30:19

01-AALIYAH-BACK & FORTH02-ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT-EVERYDAY PEOPLE03-BLACKBOX-FANTASY04-SHYNEHEAD-JAMAICAN IN NEW YORK05-SNOW-INFORMER06-CHAKA DEMUS & PLIERS-MURDER SHE WROTE07-BOB MARLEY-COULD YOU BELOVED08-JOE THOMAS feat G-UNITE-RIDE WITH U09-112-DANCE WITH ME10-BOYZ II MEN-ROLL WITH ME11-FATMAN SCOOP feat FAITH EVANS-BE FAITHFUL12-VANILLA ICE-ICE ICE BABY13-SEAN PAUL-TEMPERATURE14-MISSY ELLIOTT-FOR MY PEOPLE15-ROBIN S-LOVE FOR LOVE16-WAS NOT WAS-SHAKE YOUR HEAD17-CRYSTAL WATERS-MAKIN' HAPPY18-TECHNOTRONIC-PUMP UP THE JAM19-MIGHTY DUB KATZ-MAGIC CARPET RIDE20-2 UNLIMITED-GET READY FOR THIS21-SAK NOEL & SALVI-HORNY22-RICK ROSS-HUSTLIN'

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Shep-A-Day Fatheads Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 21, 2021

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SHOW #625 - BAH HA I'M HORNEY

A Mediocre Time with Tom and Dan

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 18, 2021 177:41

I'm back. Damn. That took a second. There was an actual time that I didn't think me and my family were going to make it home. (You can listen to that entire story on tonight's ACT if you so care.) Here's all the plug stuff and look for the meat at the bottom. :) You can find us on Twitch HERE: www.twitch.tv/tomanddanlive You can find us on YouTube HERE: https://www.youtube.com/user/AMediocreTime Other podcasts aggregates or scrapers: Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/a-mediocre-time-with-tom-and-dan/id308614478 Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/a-mediocre-time-with-tom-and-dan-podcast/a-mediocre-time-with-tom-and-dan-show TuneIn: https://tunein.com/podcasts/Comedy/A-Mediocre-Time-with-Tom-and-Dan-Podcast-p393884/ iHeartRadio: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/1248-a-mediocre-time-with-tom-30696640/ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0IMs3hgNDuD6qI8ldHMWvH … On this week's show: * Andrea yelled at a lady in the airport * National Flip Flop Day * Baha I'm horny * Cake and eggs * Uncle Carl boat story * Sandwich bag of frozen butts * Arnold Palmer hand/foot job * Champagne Jesus Willy Nelson * Tokyo Olympics * Prison Olympics * The Dee Gees * World's biggest kidneys * Nuclear fusion * Brooksville water tower * Prank wars going strong * Giving up is awesome * Aqua cycle trike up St. Johns with Tuddle ### Have a fantastic weekend! To all of our Dads, we hope that you have a fantastic 2nd place day. And on that note, we'll see you next week! - d

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Shep-A-Day Fatheads Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 13, 2021

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Put It Together Conversations: Episode 291: Aaron Lacombe - Only Better

Put It Together with Daniel Garza

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 26, 2020

We talk about being a latchkey kid, learning to play guitar, hair down to his butt, country music, autobiographical songs, Uncle Carl, and the LGBTQ community.Get books, comics, graphic novels and more at bunny17media.com. Use the code PIT at checkout for 15% off your purchase!

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Jean Shepherd Airchecks

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 17, 2020 44:52

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Jean Shepherd Airchecks

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 17, 2020 44:42

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Ep 110: Dealing With Family During the Holidays

Sounds Fake But Okay

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 24, 2019 53:31

Hey what's up hello! As the holiday season approaches, we know some of you might have to deal with questions from your annoying Uncle Carl or Grandma Karen about whether you've found a significant other. This can be especially annoying for aspec/arospec people, so we've put together a list of things you can do or say when you get this question!Donate to the podcast: patreon.com/soundsfakepodTwitter: @soundsfakepod Instagram: @soundsfakepodEmail: soundsfakepod@gmail.comDiscord: https://discord.gg/W7VBHMtsoundsfakepod.comSupport the show (https://www.patreon.com/soundsfakepod)

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Episode #539 – Perfect Turkey? Don’t Mess Up the Wine!

Grape Encounters Wine Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 16, 2019 38:54

We can spend an eternity making sure everything on the table is picture perfect and absolutely delicious. But way too often, families across this great land of ours overlook one of the most important details... the wine! You just spent hundreds of dollars collectively putting an awesome once-a-year meal together, but then cheap Uncle Carl who was charged with bringing the wine stopped at a 24-hour convenience store a few block away to pick up anything even remotely resembling wine. Don't worry, he asked for advise from the fellow with the safety pin in his nose that was looking after the gas pumps and vast assortment of chips and candy bars. By the way, Carl doesn't even drink wine so who assigned this task to him anyway? Okay, that might be a bit of an over exaggeration, but it isn't far from the truth in many households. If there was ever a meal that deserved a decent bottle of wine or two on the table, it's Thanksgiving. And, by the way, decent doesn't necessarily mean expensive. It means, "thoughtfully selected to best compliment Grandma Flossie's world-famous stuffing." The post Episode #539 – Perfect Turkey? Don’t Mess Up the Wine! appeared first on .

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Coffee With Friends Episode 36-The State of Philly

Sports Radio Detroit

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 1, 2019 37:45

"Philly Fan Man returns for his 4th time to talk about the current state of Philly sports. Before that, Uncle Carl talks more about his adventures with the all-girls college. They also listen to "Creep" and Timmy is mad about something dumb. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Episode 36 - Philly Fan Man Hodgepodge

Coffee with Friends Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 30, 2019 37:15

Philly Fan Man returns for his 4th time to talk about the current state of Philly sports. Before that, Uncle Carl talks more about his adventures with the all-girls college. They also listen to "Creep" and Timmy is mad about something dumb.

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Coffee With Friends Episode 35-The Fall of The Tigers

Sports Radio Detroit

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 20, 2019 48:11

First time guest, Paul Robertson joined us to talk all about the glorious times watching former Tigers go deep into the MLB playoffs. Before that, Uncle Carl talks about some adventures at an all Woman's College, Paul picks his favorite Fall Food/Drink, Timmy hates LeBron and much more! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Episode 35 - Fun Times Right Now for a Tigers Fan

Coffee with Friends Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 18, 2019 47:40

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Coffee With Friends Podcast: Way Too Early NFL Predictions

Sports Radio Detroit

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 4, 2019 48:49

A new show on the SRD network as Carl Coffee and his crew talk sports & more with a comedic twist. A very exciting episode of CwF! We start off talking with Roger Martin, Prez of Sports Radio Detroit, which is our new network home! As always, we have the usual nonsense before the main segment. 8-1 Unfortunate Athlete Names, Uncle Carl tell a story about Poop Toilet Girl, we get nostalgic with a 90’s music classic and Timmy hates a new G League rule. New guest Matt Salisbury then gives his very thorough 1/4 season NFL Predictions. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Episode 33 - D2: The Mighty Ducks is Ridiculous

Coffee with Friends Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 23, 2019 58:35

And we're baaaaaaack! Carl, Tim and guest Steve Harris return after a three month summer break and open with Uncle Carl telling a story. After some inspirational music and Steve hating the 8-1, Tim disappoints everyone with an awful worst of the last three months. Finally, they get to the meat of the show and dive deep into all things ridiculous about D2. One of cinemas greatest sequels about youth hockey!

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Episode 17: Nick And Phil

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 12, 2019 103:22

Naked Dick Nick and Phil Da Pill join Uncle Carl in the basement to discuss emo music, Lil Peep, mushroom trips, drugs 101, and both sing a little tune. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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Episode 16: Juan Carlos Jose Marco Antonio Miguel Angel

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Play Episode Listen Later Jun 29, 2019 127:15

Uncle Carl and the Eczema Emperor touch on topics such as gluten, fatherhood, the Mandela effect, and quantum entanglement. Juan also tells us of a simpler time when all you had to do was not shit yourself in front of your classmates. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

Ep. 15: Hanen

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 21, 2019 76:53

Uncle Carl is joined by the Jizzy Jesus himself, Hanen aka @philliethephill on Instagram. They touch on topics such as cocaine prices, baptisms that almost drown babies, music, they freestyle, and Hanen shares his "shitted my pants" story. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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Ep. 13: The Depression Episode

Play Episode Listen Later May 29, 2019 35:39

This week Uncle Carl is riding solo, but that doesn't keep him from talking to himself about masturbation, Harambe (RIP), and "shitted my pants stories." He also gets serious about his depression. I can feel guilty about the past, apprehensive about the future, but only in the present can I act. The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness. Abraham Maslow --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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Ep. 12: The Ass Whooping Episode

Play Episode Listen Later May 22, 2019 53:13

Uncle Carl and The Chocolaté Chico take it back in time to recount some traumatizing ass whoopings while lighting all of Santa Monica on fire with blazing hot raps and tiger balm. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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Ep. 11: J Vita

Play Episode Listen Later May 15, 2019 110:43

This week, Uncle Carl and the Maryland Merry Boy J Vita talk about hip hop, beat production, faith and chasing your dreams. Then, they smoothly transition into random acts of violence, porno theatres, and stewing in your own shit on the 10 freeway. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

Ep. 10: Brandon Hoover

Play Episode Listen Later May 1, 2019 106:27

Uncle Carl and Big Daddy Hoover touch on topics such as Uncle Carl’s first hand zoophilia experience, shooting your shot on Instagram, tiger woods come back, returdur fight club brackets, shitty bums, and why it isn’t a good idea to admit drug use on a job application. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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Ep. 9: Fausto, Roman, and Justin

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 24, 2019 84:19

Uncle Carl and the nine inch knights sit at the round table and discuss topics such as WWF, cheffing, mushroom trips and salvia smoke. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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Ep. 8: Prince In The City

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 17, 2019 47:03

Uncle Carl is joined by the Social Media Savant, @princeinthecity_ They reminisce on old times, unactualized pornstar hookups, they freestyle, and Prince In The City tells us about the last time he shit his pants. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

Ep. 7: Eric Felicetti

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 10, 2019 69:22

Eric Felicetti and Uncle Carl reminisce on a trip they took only a week ago, then talk positive HIV test results, drunken Tuesday Orgy, and they play would you rather like silly school children. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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Ep. 6: Uncle Carl Rambles

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 3, 2019 29:56

Hot Uncle Carl is a bit under the weather, but STILL... talks about the first time he whafted female genitalia, gives us a gay tale from WeHo, starts a conspiracy theory, and gives us a shitting of pants close call story. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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Ep. 5: Alicia Maldonado (Kinda)

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 27, 2019 36:39

Uncle Carl is joined today by the real life barbie Alicia Maldonado. They watch fights, place bets on special needs children, and Carl cleans house in another sing off. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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Ep. 4: Uncle Carl Solo

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 20, 2019 33:39

Uncle Carl takes on heavy hitting topics such as catfishing, awkward social behavior, and much more. Also, Ferrigno the pitbull makes an uninvited and intrusive cameo. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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Ep. 3.5: Lil' Sum' Strange

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Play Episode Listen Later Mar 13, 2019 19:01

Uncle Carl and Justin have the podcast crashed by Mr. Ferrigno the pitbull, then recall elementary school shinanigans, and role play some fan submitted scenarios. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

Ep. 3: Justin Williams

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Play Episode Listen Later Mar 13, 2019 48:04

Uncle Carl is joined by the butthole bandito, Justin Williams. The boys talk about shitting their pants, take a trip down West Hollywood, and Uncle Carl roasts Justin’s dating life. Also, Justin gets wrecked in a sing off. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

Ep. 2: Alicia Maldonado

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 7, 2019 21:07

In this episode, Uncle Carl is joined by the living turd Alicia Maldonado. Carl and Alicia touch on topics like shitting your pants, homeless people, and Uncle Carl wrecks Alicia in a sing-off. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cib/message

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1.01 - Uncle Carl Has Your Back

Frankenstein Minute

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 30, 2018 26:31

Tellin' It Like It is Radio Show

Episode 6 Sports Edition 1 - Ft. Uncle Carl and Tim Bautz

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 25, 2017 60:31

Our first Sports Edition!! We have Uncle Carl on to shed some light on how sports has changed through time Brother in Law Tim Bautz the sports Encyclopedia!! We talk Basketball, Lebron, KD and Superteams, The Yanks, The Knicks, Conor McGregor Vs. Mayweather! We go in like we're at the Barbershop!

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Case 7 - A Suitcase Full of Dongs and Wrongs / "Once in Love With Harry"

Have a Good Night Court

Play Episode Listen Later May 19, 2017 113:21

"Did you have a good Harold, Maude?.." Yep, It's that type of gin soaked case, on this week's very special "Truoc Thgin." So crack some Cheetos, put on those glory-hole robes, and do some WRONGS to some DONGS - It's time for NIGHT COURT (Carla B Style)! Check out our other podcast Jerk Practice on iTunes and Google Play Also for more info on Have a Good Night Court check out our Facebook page, @jerkpracticepod and our blog at jerkpractice.com Now go get yourself some spicy Uncle Carl...

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146 - Christmas Shopping for Guitarists

60 Cycle Hum: The Guitar Podcast!

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2016 66:39

This week's episode was brought to you by Matthews Effects. Their latest update, the Architect version 2, is ready to hit stores...today! This week's episode is also brough to you by Coast Sonic, a great boutique pedal shop that has a great selection of pedals ready to ship to you. This week Ryan talks about his recent Craigslist pedal score. Steve talks about getting to play the Titan KR-1 for awhile. This week's ads cover: Guitar Hanger Guitar Mammoth Picks Steampunk garbage...no really, it's awful. This week's episode topic is, What do your want your Uncle Carl to buy you for christmas? This week's song was sent by Jordan Castro. This project is called Eratic Watcher. This song is called Seven Oh Seven.

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Episode 09 - The Beach Girls (1982)

Grindbin Podcast - Grindhouse and Exploitation Films

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 27, 2016 110:30

Chris and Mike delve into another Crown International classic. And this one really is a classic. The Beach Girls (1982) is pretty much the perfect guilty pleasure - a movie that features two beach parties and pretty much nothing else. School just got out for the summer and Sarah has invited her two friends Ducky and Ginger to spend the weekend with her at her Uncle Carl's beach house. What ensues is two beach parties for the ages. Mike and Chris uncover some interesting information about the writer of this movie as well as what happened to some of the stars of the film. Crown was really firing on all cylinders with this film.

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Shameless S:5 | Uncle Carl E:8 | AfterBuzz TV AfterShow

Shameless Reviews and After Show - AfterBuzz TV

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 8, 2015 48:58

AFTERBUZZ TV — Shameless edition, is a weekly "after show" for fans of Showtime's Shameless. In this show, hosts JJ Jurgens, Joyce Ajouri, Drea Renee, and Hayley Clover break down episode 8. Shameless is an American television comedy-drama which airs on Showtime. This remake of the award-winning British series is set in Chicago's Canaryville neighborhood on the South Side, although filmed in Los Angeles, with the exterior scenes filmed in Chicago. Follow us on http://www.Twitter.com/AfterBuzzTV "Like" Us on http://www.Facebook.com/AfterBuzzTV For more of your post-game wrap up shows for your favorite TV shows, visit http://www.AfterBuzzTV.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Shameless S:5 | Uncle Carl E:8 | AfterBuzz TV AfterShow

Shameless Reviews and After Show - AfterBuzz TV

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 8, 2015 43:55

AFTERBUZZ TV — Shameless edition, is a weekly "after show" for fans of Showtime's Shameless. In this show, hosts JJ Jurgens, Joyce Ajouri, Drea Renee, and Hayley Clover break down episode 8. Shameless is an American television comedy-drama which airs on Showtime. This remake of the award-winning British series is set in Chicago's Canaryville neighborhood on the South Side, although filmed in Los Angeles, with the exterior scenes filmed in Chicago. Follow us on http://www.Twitter.com/AfterBuzzTV "Like" Us on http://www.Facebook.com/AfterBuzzTV For more of your post-game wrap up shows for your favorite TV shows, visit http://www.AfterBuzzTV.com --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

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Five Minute Fears #4: Ring Ring(5:43, 6.6 MB mp3, released 2006.09.24)Written by Charles E. Pratt, Jr.Featuring:Kyle Snyder as ChrissyEmilie Leadley as Diana CooperBrandon Cole as Uncle CarlVenessa Ludden as Maggie the Avon Ladyand Steve Anderson as Mr. BrodyThe series is created and produced by Paul Mannering and Chris SnyderPost-production by Phillip BennfallThe executive producer for Darker Projects is Eric Busby

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The Brass Figlagee

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 4, 2006 42:30