I often go with a couple of buddies to high school football games in our area.
Last week we were having a few beers after the game, and one of my friends got very nostalgic and introspective. He admitted that one of his biggest pleasures in watching high school football was that he felt the absolute best times and memories in his life was when he was a boy himself on that field playing high school football. He described that watching these boys on the field takes him back to those most memorable experiences, apparently this was both on the field and in the locker room. He said these kids are probably building memories like he once did. In closing, he described his team as “the best and closest friends I ever had.”
As a regular reader of this blog, what he said made me realize the reason I enjoy reading about private encounters that your readers had with other boys when they were young, also brings me back to those exciting experiences I had as a boy. Like my friend, we are sort of re-living those great times long past in our lives by watching (or in my case, reading about) other boys having those same experiences.
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Yes, I think you are right. We are all carried back to our own youth. Adulthood fades and for a fleeting moment we are 14, 15, 16 again. That is true of both watching Friday night football and reading the stories on this site. Our greatest goal for a split second is to make another touchdown with the team or fire another climax with a buddy.
ReplyDeleteI remember, especially after a big win at home, the atmosphere in the locker room was typically crazy with our celebration. Often, all of us running around in and out of the showers, snapping each other with our towels, trying not to slip and crack our heads open on the wet floor. Nothing overtly sexual, just a big group of naked teenage boys running around having a great time. I might have enjoyed seeing all my teammates' wagging dicks and bare behinds in ways others did not, but who knows for sure.
ReplyDeletejust like your friend there is always something that i see that will bring back some great child hood memories.
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