Blake's Story (as told to Paralern)

I had a most interesting conversation with a young man I picked up hitchhiking here in "small town" California.

Saturday afternoon. I'm driving home from a half-day at the office. Wife out of town for the weekend, and I have a big "honey-do" list of things to do at our new home.

See a young man hitchhiking. Jeans and tee shirt, and he's carrying a carpenters work belt. I pick him up and we start to chat. I remarked that I had never seen him before, and he replied that he and his wife had just moved here, sharing a duplex with his uncle.

I said, wife? You look so young. He replied that they were just married a few weeks ago when he turned 18. He said his wife is almost 19 and two months pregnant.

When I asked about the carpenters belt, he said he'd been working carpentry with his uncle (who also had just recently moved here) since he was 13.

I asked if he was on his way to work, and he replied, sort of, going to help a fellow worker with his home project. I told him of my honey-do list, and he said he do all that in a couple of hours (I figured it'd take me a day and a half!).

I offered him the work at $10 per hour, and we agreed I'd pick him up at the duplex at nine the next morning.

Next morning at nine I knock, and knock, and knock. Finally Blake and his wife come to the door. She is a stunning Vietnames girl wearing a big tee shirt and nothing else. He's in a tee shirt and cut-off sweat pants. AND!, he is sporting a most obvious, huge semi-hardon down his left pant leg.

He introduces me to Sara, grabs his tool belt, and away we go. As soon as we pulled away, I apologized for obviously interupting something very important. He replied that it was ok, it was the start of their second bout that morning, she had started it over his objection. He also said that since getting pregnant, she is all over him all the time.

I replied that the nice thing about having sex with with a pregnant lady is that you don't have to worry about getting her pregnant. We shared a laugh.

I asked was the pregnancy on purpose. He said no way! I replied that in this day and age 18-year olds ought to know how to prevent that from happening. No response. I then asked him if she was his first. After a pregnant pause: "More like about number one hundred," he mumbled.

"No way", I replied, "you just turned 18!" He said, "I don't want to talk about it." So I shut up and a minute later we get to my new home and he gets to work.

About 90 minutes later all the work is done. It is costing me $20--and I get the rest of the day off. More important, the wife will be pleased with the quality of "my" work! I offer him a coke and a chair, and we sit.

After a few minutes of idle chatter I say, "Hey, I'm paying you $20 for two hours work; how about you tell me some of what you really don't want to talk about for another $20?" He thought a bit, said he could really use the money. We agreed on 20 questions, 20 minutes, $20.

First question: Have you really had intercourse with about 100 women? I stopped counting before I got to high school, so yah, probably about 100.

Second question: I can see you are very good looking, but how come you've been so lucky getting girls to bed? Before I was even 13, I had a reputation and a couple of nicknames the girls, and some guys, whispered among themselves. I did not look for girls, they came to me!

What nicknames? "Blake-Eight" and "Magnum-Eight." "The 'magnum' comes from the extra large Trojan Magnum condoms," he added. (No need for me to waste a question on dick size, right?!)

Next question: Everyone remembers their first time for sexual intercourse, and I'll bet you do to? It was the week after my 12th birthday, a Friday nite (to be continued)