Tuesday, February 28, 2006
My Forties (Part 4) A New Job, A New Town...and the Same Old Jacking Off!
Now here's what happened during the remainder of my forties. After Theresa (my married woman secretary/lover) left me I was pretty much in the dumps for a while once again. It was the same old feeling I had after both of my marriages broke up, in fact the same old feeling I had when any relationship I cared about broke up, going back to when I was 13 and Barbara, the older woman who introduced me to sex, took a hike. I know it's just part of life...and by now I should have been getting used to it...but I've found that you NEVER find breaking up an easy thing to do. At least I don't! Anyway, it was back to jacking off (now there's a big surprise, eh?) for a while for Lonesome Mike. I didn't even feel like hitting the bars anymore. The threat of herpes and AIDS had pretty much scared me straight for good by now and I'd furthermore just lost interest in the whole bar/one night stand scene. Whores were out of the picture now too because of all those nasty things going around! It was back to staying home on Friday and Saturday nights and playing with my weenie...hmmm...sort of like right now! Deja vu all over again!
It was hard to even work in the same office without Theresa there. The black woman that replaced her as my secretary/clerk turned out to be a real pain in the ass and my own boss was increasingly irritating me. Furthermore, I was getting bored with the whole damn job and with Sacramento. I wanted a change of pace after a quarter of a century in the same town and pretty much the same job. The only difference was that I was now in management. I didn't want to give up what I'd invested in civil service but I began to scan the government job opening bulletins for opportunities elsewhere.
In the summer of 1986 I applied for and was awarded an interesting and higher paying position near Stockton (in the San Joaquin valley, 50 miles from Sacramento). I wasn't too crazy about Stockton (then or now!) but the job was too good to pass up so I made the move to Stockton town and that's where I still live today. It will be 20 years this coming fall...and I just can't believe how time has flown by! Stockton is still pretty much a dump (sorry Mr. Mayor!) and ever since I've been here I've wished I was somewhere else! Now that I'm retired and the cost of housing in California has gone through the fucking roof, I'm pretty much stuck here though...at least until I meet that rich young nymphomaniac with a penthouse on Fifth Avenue or a condo on Maui! (Yeah, right!)
Needless to say, this was a church that did NOT want me as a member!
After about a year of living in Stockton and only having my right hand for sexual relief , I got involved with Gloria. She was my next door neighbor in my apartment complex which made it convenient when one or both of us needed a dinner or movie companion or a little nookie. Gloria was a short, curvy, dark haired Italian gal. I believe she was 36 or 37 when I first met her. She was basically nice but had a short fuse and could be quite abrasive at times. We had a rather stormy relationship for several years. Her parents, who she was very close to, hated my guts (maybe because I wasn't Italian) which didn't help things.
Gloria could be lots of fun to be around though. She also liked to fuck and gave great head! Wow did that gal know how to suck a cock including giving me some of the best full cum-in-mouth blow jobs I'd had since my trips to the Mustang Ranch whore house! Gloria was just what I needed at the time...a steady companion and fuck buddy in the age of dangerous casual sex! I didn't love her but like her...a lot! We kept our respective side by side apartments all through our relationship. We would talk about renting or buying a house and moving in together...and then we would have a fight and forget about it for a while...and then get back together and start talking about those things again. We just never got around to totally living together even though we slept together 4 or 5 times a week, mostly in my apartment because I had the king size bed and 25 inch color TV in the bedroom. We took trips and vacations together and definitely had more good times than bad. I certainly wouldn't have stayed with her if that was not the case. Looking back, those were some pretty good years with Gloria, my first "girlfriend" in a long, long time.
I lost track of Gloria for years and then she came back into my life one more time last September when she came to Stockton to visit her mother. I was sort of surprised to learn she has been married and divorced twice since she left me and now lives in Oregon, where she moved to when she was married to hubby #2. We actually fucked again, just for old time's sake while Gloria was here in September and I wrote about that RIGHT HERE. As of this date, she's still the last woman I've had the pleasure of fucking and I thank her for that as well as a couple of stormy but fun years in my late forties. I just hope she doesn't find this fucking blog! I don't think she would be amused to find herself here. I can hear the expletive filled screaming right now! Gloria darlin', put down that knife baby!