When I was 23, I worked a summer at Glacier National Park.

December 20, 2017

When I was 23, I worked a summer at Glacier National Park in Montana. I managed the gift shop in the cafeteria. I worked for a 21-year-old who managed the camp store across the way. It was his second year at Glacier. He was very accomplished, intelligent, he ran the store exceptionally well and I thought he was cute. We had a bit of chemistry, but I didn’t give it much thought.

Groups of us went to St. Mary just down the road to drink in the evenings. One night, he walked me to the dorm and made a pass at me, kissed me. I let myself like him, even though he was younger. Two years means a lot at the age of 23. I remember I had braces. It was weird kissing with braces.

Since he was a manager, he had his own cabin. Things progressed. Like in college, I had my little paper lunch sack full of foam and condoms. I’d knock on his cabin door and he’d let me in.

The first time, I asked if he was a virgin. He said no. When he entered me, he came in just a few seconds. I asked him if he was indeed a virgin and he admitted yes. He was embarrassed for coming so quickly, but I reassured him and told him to stay inside and he would get hard again in just a couple minutes. Ah, youth. That is what happened and it lasted longer the second time.