My IMMEDIATE reaction to part 1, OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think that since Toon chose to make this a 2 parter, I will put my initial comments from part 1 here as well. Yes, some of my thoughts will be on a personal note and the person will know why. I apologize if it bores others reading these.
I am almost always the 1st or 2nd to reply to any of Toon's posted stories. I apologize for being soooooooo late with this. He knows why and I hope he understands. I think he does.
This so far has thrown me back into the beginning of my very favorite decade, the 80's. I graduated HS in 82. All you twinks are probably wondering what life was like way back then. Well, this so far is the true epitome' of some of my experiences. Grew up in a very, very small rural Alabama town. Had 3 red lights (still only has 3). So, my "exposure" to the gay world was almost nill to say the least. My best friends were the 4 only other gay people I knew of in the entire county. They were all older but not but by 3 or 4 years. And, as per Toon's description, my 1st "love" tore me up emotionally! I thought that since he had kissed me a few times and fucked me, that we were well on our way to coupledom (there was NO marriage back then). Even though he was 10 yrs my senior, married, with 2 kids, I just knew that, somehow, that would work itself out and we would grow old together, fucking our brains out with no one the wiser. 2 years later, when I finally allowed the truth to set in (he had started seeing our chemistry professor from Jr college-now that's a hum dinger of a story in itself), I was beyond devastated!! I never knew a person's heart could hurt so bad and you still be alive! I cried almost constantly. Family thought I was suicidal but had no idea why (and I was, just too damn chicken to follow thru). When I could finally put "rational" thought together, I was convinced that love was a joke word that some asshole had invented as a cruel, hurtful joke. It was merely a fallacy and could not exist in the real world.
Back to Unforseen. The Edge. Almost exactly describes one of my favorite clubs in Birmingham. B'ham is 100 miles from my hometown but close enough to go and come in a night, a long night, but. Back then, I had to have a fake ID to get into clubs. Yes twinks, there really was such a thing as "fake IDs". You had to order them from ads in magazines. Mostly comic books actually. You sent them your recent pic and then you waited forty forevers watching the mail so no one would get said mail except you. I am positive that in reality, the ID was easily known to doormen as fake but, who is going to turn away a (then) hot little 16 year old new meat??? I got in everywhere I went. You would work for a couple hours on your appearance for the night. Don't believe me? Look up some old American Bandstand clips on YT from the early 80's. God it was GREAT then!! Actually meeting other humans in person! Dancing to impress as well as to have fun! Interacting face-to-face with "potentials" and "props". OMG!!!! Yes, I would re-live those days again in a nanosecond!
What's astonishing to me is that here Toon seems to have thiefted a few memories of mine right from the vaults of my youth. I too had several nights out when I would have one guy flirting, touching, on one side while another was doing the same on the other! I even swapped numbers (on matchbook covers no less) right under the noses of others. One night, I was out, got up the courage to give this GOD my number, got a napkin and pen from a bartender, name and number and bar, I followed him to the restroom. It was wicked hot and throw in dancing to nearly every song, most of us guys were literally soaking wet. As he starts to come out of the restroom, I handed him the napkin. What does he do? Wipes his forehead and throws it on the floor!!!!!!!!!!!!! I grabbed him and said, "asshole, my name and number was on there" and walked away. Well, I did stay a second long enough to see the hurt in his eyes. I got several "apology" drinks sent via bartenders the rest of the night and as me and my friends were leaving (yes, I had "picked up" a guy), he followed me outside and gave me a napkin with his info and apology. Guess what? We were together almost 4 years. I even moved from Bham to Tuscaloosa so we could live together.
Toon threw in an incredible twist here and I was NOT expecting this at all. SHOCKER!!!! Having Carl and Lloyd be a couple!!!! DAMN!!! Never occurred to me and what a great, unprecedented surprise. At first, I am really hurt for Matt. I can so easily (as Toon makes me do)put myself into Matt's person, so, I can see and feel what Matt feels! Drunk or not, I am pretty sure I would have kicked someone's ass good and left. With plans of somehow making sure everyone in town would have known they "strategy"!!! But, taking a moment to assess the situation, back in my youth of the 80's, I think I would have played along. The chance at bedding TWO hot men, either separate or better, as a 3-way!!!! Oh hell yeah. Now, I would do it definitely but for a totally different reason! Double my chances of getting pozzed!!! I hope at least Carl is unmedicated, better still, BOTH be unmedicated.
Toon, 1-4-3!!!! and I am LOVING where you have brought us and I am looking forward to hitting over to part 2!!!!