Keepin' It Classy

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Thank you to this BDGS reader, for reminding us what poor decision makers 14 year old boys are (and also why they should include ambiance in Sex Ed)... It was my first time. I was excited of course. Not really scared. He said it was his first time as well but with all the drama that ensued, who knows. His build was much smaller than mine—wiry and short. I was tall and full, especially for a fourteen-year-old. To mask the differences I wanted it to be dark in the room. He desired light. Our compromise—in our obsession with Spencer’s sex shop—was to replace his light bulb with a black light. When I arrived at his house that morning—ironically enough—69 Virginia Avenue, he didn’t purchase the black light. In its stead was a regular bulb hastily colored in permanent marker. In the middle of our awkward and uncomfortable lovemaking, the contained heat within the glass caused it to shatter and shards rained down on us. I couldn’t help thinking, If your broke ass had only gotten the real deal…