Cuckold in the Making
Funny all J and I had done was kiss. But in a way my crush on J was a harbinger of a lot of my future relationships. It was an innocent age then, the 1950s and I was a good Catholic guy. This is how I learned the hard way that other guys weren’t so good. One Saturday afternoon, I was at a movie double feature to escape the heat. Back then oppressive summer weather was uncommon to Buffalo, NY, so no one had air conditioning except for the neighborhood movie theaters. I was sitting in the middle...