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Eddie Hazel is your typical teen ager growing up in the southwest. He is considered medium complexion, in Texas anyway. He gets that from his dad, that worthless piece of shit that abandoned him and his mother. An alcoholic whose highest achievement is as an employed barber. He sees for himself the difference in character from his step dad; although it isn't uncommon, he is Caucasian and a career air force man. Aside from raising 2 k**s of their own with his mother, he has provided for and kept her happy. Most fortunate for Eddie, he has been there to guide and mentor him, in return Eddie will be his crowning achievement.
Young Eddie does well in school and has a part time job at the 70's equivalent of 'the five and dime'. But this k** is going places. It was a weird turn of events that was at the center of his decision to enter law. As he has spent his high school years riding dirt bikes; first the Suzuki 120 cc then the 250 cc, he is in hog heaven. With a little time management he can get to school in the a.m., go to his part time job afterwards and ride the soft sand gulleys and clay washboards in between. He can also hang with the other 'bikers', mostly white boys. What's more this wasn't a gift, he bought and paid for this bike with his first job as a paper boy. Up every morning before dawn, 6 days a week all summer, he pays off the bike with cash to spare. As he is on the road at all hours, a driver fails to see him at the intersection near the high school at dusk. She hits him, but she was in the intersection already. The angle of the bike at rest shows his front wheel turning as if he was already in the intersection first. when in reality it was caused by the impact of the car. This was not a key piece of evidence, just another nail in the old lady's coffin. No harm no foul. Although his injuries are minor, he's seen worse in the sport, his leg is impacted breaking his kneecap into 3 pieces. Amazed with the skill and panache' of the man in the 3 piece suit, Atticus Finch in Technicolor fighting for the downtrodden, he decides he wants to be this. The settlement forms the nest egg of his college fund. Back in school for the senior year, a job at the five and dime has much better hours and enables him to buy his first car, a 1959 Ford Galaxy. Not a dent on this baby, his father helps him pay for the 'candy apple root beer' paint job. All these transactions take place from Eddie's personal checking account. A high school k** writing checks ? That's unheard of, well it would be; Eddie doesn't make it a secret either.
Something else happens to fill the void left by his biological father; American Graffiti plays in theatres and starts the Happy Days craze. He and his father bond over this and the experiences his dad had growing up around that time. Ah the 50's -who needs 50 states and civil rights? Korea ? oh that's a police action, not a war- trust me father knows best. Pearls and heels go so well with a kitchen apron -("and may I say you look particularly stunning this fine morning , Mrs. Cleaver ?" "Thank you, Eddie"). So one weekend he goes downtown to the passport photo place, and has an identification card made. It's not official, but acts as temporary identification for the undocumented workers. The drinking age at that time is 18, a short lived move that only results in more highway deaths. A s*******n year old who has an id showing he is 18. So far so good. Pay cash, not check, otherwise a drivers license is required. Find a backwoods mini-market, buy wine and picnic items and snacks, thus sealing the deal for the owner. Piece of cake, no more, thanks. Next time don't buy a whole sponge cake, it doesn't really go all that well with pop wine. Fake ID, hot rod, do wop or the 'Ink spots' playing on the 8-track in a continuous loop. Moderate success getting to first base with Betty Lou. Actually no one is buying the fake Fonzie act or the whole American Graffiti universe- how can high school k**s be nostalgic about a time when they were infants and toddlers ? But for a time he fantasizes about living and growing up together with his dad as 2 boys-pinky blood oath and all. The dad doesn't encourage it but, realizes it's better than the crap the other k**s are into, especially ciggies and doobies and keggers.
Long story short, he gains an appointment to the Coast Guard Academy, so instead of tuition, he can use the nest-egg money to travel. A proud moment for all to share in; the mom framed the the article and began a scrap book of her son, no mean feat. Eddie's step dad had the best moment of all; the pride that comes from having an overachiever for a son. On his last months before he leaves for New London, he tries to connect with old friends. Either they aren't available or have actually shipped out to other branches of the service. Ditto for any old girlfriends. Little black book my ass- he tosses it with the other garbage from his bedroom. He sold the hot rod and tools around in a new metallic green Pinto which he will leave to the brother. It's not like the bikes, you can't use it on any surface other than a paved road. So he explores old downtown again and again, then one day he drives by what looks like an antique shop. A small storefront with no signage. He has this vison of his future self with a personal law library, probably sipping brandy. He stops in to see if he can get any pointers on refined art and the finer things one should acquire from the large, obviously gay owner. He is Donald Mann and his family owns racehorses up in Ruidoso - of Ruidoso Downs. He lives in a brownstone named oddly enough :The Brownstone Building. Eddie declines Donald's numerous offers for dinner. No bites, no fresh meat tonight boys, Donald fantasizes that evening about those dark glutes. In high school Eddie opted for tennis and actually progresses in the sport even with his split kneecap. On weekends he can find opponents all over town willing to play a set or two. The regular Michelob sessions have taken their toll. and since he always drove a dirt bike or car throughout high school, he really could use some muscle tone. This one day Eddie stops in again and Donald has decided not to let this second chance slip by. He closes early and pulls out all the stops and gets a table at the Hotel Cortez for steaks and beer and tennis games playing on different tv sets recessed into the paneled décor. All great war plans rarely survive contact with the enemy. The smell of the most heavenly tacos al pastor catches their noses. With more beer in his fridge (2 cans of leftover Coors- Donald has better taste, but he is frugal- how else to live on a stipend? Get a job like commoners? Perish the thought). In no time at all they are in the elevator to his flat and have dinner at the kitchen table for 2. Eddie downs the 2 Coors cans and they hit the spot in this heat. Visiting Germans know better than to waste money on that piss water. But Coors Lite ? Well that's different. I think even tennis players drink that healthy alternative to regular Coors or Budweiser. But it's Donald that has to pee. As he makes his way back to the couch, Eddie kneels in front of him and slurps in Donald's flaccid, uncut slug. As he savors the wonderful taste, it slowly grows to the largest penis he has ever seen to this day on any man. Later he would avoid the new Roma tomatoes that are now standard in produce sections. They were actually the same size as the pecker on Donald's large fully erect penis. As he continues to try to jam the entire head into his mouth, he almost gags. Not ever wanting to look bad at anything he tries inserting the tip of his tongue into the dick hole and biting down softly on that huge head. Not bad, decides Donald as he is gently floating, standing up holding on to Eddie's Arthur Ashe hairstyle. The lonely old spinster has still got it after all! He feels a surge of joy, then Eddie stops and mumbles something. What's that sweetie ?
" Oh my God, what I have I gotten myself into ??" he looks up at Donald with this helpless look as he tries to suck the engorged member. Flattered by the image he lets out a thunderous roar and slowly but firmly pulls Eddie to his feet and smothers him with his tongue as he tastes his own dick and Coors together. He starts to profess his undying love when the phone rings. It's mother and she calls every day about this time. He has an antique party line type phone from Mayberry, Hooterville or Bugtussel or some such place. Well he can't hear through that crappy antique, so he switches to the regular phone. Instead of the usual chatter, he tries to ditch mom by telling him he has to leave to get groceries. Finally she hangs up. Relieved, he turns around and Eddie is a ghost. As he gets to the window he sees Eddie's pinto putter off down Yandell, a four lane boulevard with quick access to the freeway. Two steps forward, one step backward. Donald will take that as a challenge.
End of first part
Young Eddie does well in school and has a part time job at the 70's equivalent of 'the five and dime'. But this k** is going places. It was a weird turn of events that was at the center of his decision to enter law. As he has spent his high school years riding dirt bikes; first the Suzuki 120 cc then the 250 cc, he is in hog heaven. With a little time management he can get to school in the a.m., go to his part time job afterwards and ride the soft sand gulleys and clay washboards in between. He can also hang with the other 'bikers', mostly white boys. What's more this wasn't a gift, he bought and paid for this bike with his first job as a paper boy. Up every morning before dawn, 6 days a week all summer, he pays off the bike with cash to spare. As he is on the road at all hours, a driver fails to see him at the intersection near the high school at dusk. She hits him, but she was in the intersection already. The angle of the bike at rest shows his front wheel turning as if he was already in the intersection first. when in reality it was caused by the impact of the car. This was not a key piece of evidence, just another nail in the old lady's coffin. No harm no foul. Although his injuries are minor, he's seen worse in the sport, his leg is impacted breaking his kneecap into 3 pieces. Amazed with the skill and panache' of the man in the 3 piece suit, Atticus Finch in Technicolor fighting for the downtrodden, he decides he wants to be this. The settlement forms the nest egg of his college fund. Back in school for the senior year, a job at the five and dime has much better hours and enables him to buy his first car, a 1959 Ford Galaxy. Not a dent on this baby, his father helps him pay for the 'candy apple root beer' paint job. All these transactions take place from Eddie's personal checking account. A high school k** writing checks ? That's unheard of, well it would be; Eddie doesn't make it a secret either.
Something else happens to fill the void left by his biological father; American Graffiti plays in theatres and starts the Happy Days craze. He and his father bond over this and the experiences his dad had growing up around that time. Ah the 50's -who needs 50 states and civil rights? Korea ? oh that's a police action, not a war- trust me father knows best. Pearls and heels go so well with a kitchen apron -("and may I say you look particularly stunning this fine morning , Mrs. Cleaver ?" "Thank you, Eddie"). So one weekend he goes downtown to the passport photo place, and has an identification card made. It's not official, but acts as temporary identification for the undocumented workers. The drinking age at that time is 18, a short lived move that only results in more highway deaths. A s*******n year old who has an id showing he is 18. So far so good. Pay cash, not check, otherwise a drivers license is required. Find a backwoods mini-market, buy wine and picnic items and snacks, thus sealing the deal for the owner. Piece of cake, no more, thanks. Next time don't buy a whole sponge cake, it doesn't really go all that well with pop wine. Fake ID, hot rod, do wop or the 'Ink spots' playing on the 8-track in a continuous loop. Moderate success getting to first base with Betty Lou. Actually no one is buying the fake Fonzie act or the whole American Graffiti universe- how can high school k**s be nostalgic about a time when they were infants and toddlers ? But for a time he fantasizes about living and growing up together with his dad as 2 boys-pinky blood oath and all. The dad doesn't encourage it but, realizes it's better than the crap the other k**s are into, especially ciggies and doobies and keggers.
Long story short, he gains an appointment to the Coast Guard Academy, so instead of tuition, he can use the nest-egg money to travel. A proud moment for all to share in; the mom framed the the article and began a scrap book of her son, no mean feat. Eddie's step dad had the best moment of all; the pride that comes from having an overachiever for a son. On his last months before he leaves for New London, he tries to connect with old friends. Either they aren't available or have actually shipped out to other branches of the service. Ditto for any old girlfriends. Little black book my ass- he tosses it with the other garbage from his bedroom. He sold the hot rod and tools around in a new metallic green Pinto which he will leave to the brother. It's not like the bikes, you can't use it on any surface other than a paved road. So he explores old downtown again and again, then one day he drives by what looks like an antique shop. A small storefront with no signage. He has this vison of his future self with a personal law library, probably sipping brandy. He stops in to see if he can get any pointers on refined art and the finer things one should acquire from the large, obviously gay owner. He is Donald Mann and his family owns racehorses up in Ruidoso - of Ruidoso Downs. He lives in a brownstone named oddly enough :The Brownstone Building. Eddie declines Donald's numerous offers for dinner. No bites, no fresh meat tonight boys, Donald fantasizes that evening about those dark glutes. In high school Eddie opted for tennis and actually progresses in the sport even with his split kneecap. On weekends he can find opponents all over town willing to play a set or two. The regular Michelob sessions have taken their toll. and since he always drove a dirt bike or car throughout high school, he really could use some muscle tone. This one day Eddie stops in again and Donald has decided not to let this second chance slip by. He closes early and pulls out all the stops and gets a table at the Hotel Cortez for steaks and beer and tennis games playing on different tv sets recessed into the paneled décor. All great war plans rarely survive contact with the enemy. The smell of the most heavenly tacos al pastor catches their noses. With more beer in his fridge (2 cans of leftover Coors- Donald has better taste, but he is frugal- how else to live on a stipend? Get a job like commoners? Perish the thought). In no time at all they are in the elevator to his flat and have dinner at the kitchen table for 2. Eddie downs the 2 Coors cans and they hit the spot in this heat. Visiting Germans know better than to waste money on that piss water. But Coors Lite ? Well that's different. I think even tennis players drink that healthy alternative to regular Coors or Budweiser. But it's Donald that has to pee. As he makes his way back to the couch, Eddie kneels in front of him and slurps in Donald's flaccid, uncut slug. As he savors the wonderful taste, it slowly grows to the largest penis he has ever seen to this day on any man. Later he would avoid the new Roma tomatoes that are now standard in produce sections. They were actually the same size as the pecker on Donald's large fully erect penis. As he continues to try to jam the entire head into his mouth, he almost gags. Not ever wanting to look bad at anything he tries inserting the tip of his tongue into the dick hole and biting down softly on that huge head. Not bad, decides Donald as he is gently floating, standing up holding on to Eddie's Arthur Ashe hairstyle. The lonely old spinster has still got it after all! He feels a surge of joy, then Eddie stops and mumbles something. What's that sweetie ?
" Oh my God, what I have I gotten myself into ??" he looks up at Donald with this helpless look as he tries to suck the engorged member. Flattered by the image he lets out a thunderous roar and slowly but firmly pulls Eddie to his feet and smothers him with his tongue as he tastes his own dick and Coors together. He starts to profess his undying love when the phone rings. It's mother and she calls every day about this time. He has an antique party line type phone from Mayberry, Hooterville or Bugtussel or some such place. Well he can't hear through that crappy antique, so he switches to the regular phone. Instead of the usual chatter, he tries to ditch mom by telling him he has to leave to get groceries. Finally she hangs up. Relieved, he turns around and Eddie is a ghost. As he gets to the window he sees Eddie's pinto putter off down Yandell, a four lane boulevard with quick access to the freeway. Two steps forward, one step backward. Donald will take that as a challenge.
End of first part
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