The Story Titles, etc.

What is JZL?  Jeff Zephyr's Life, or the My (Sex) Life Story.  Putting it in every post makes the titles too long, and if you read many of them you'd get the idea of what it was anyway.

So, what do the titles mean:

JZL11_01A-_Summertime_and_Shows_{Jeff Zephyr}_(b+g+ exhib, b-solo)

JZL, followed by a number for the year, then, the part number.  The title follows, my name (just has to be there), then the story part codes.  The year is put around the school year, which starts in August or September, not around my chronological years, as that fits the tempo of my life better.  This story is:

Year 11, 1st Chapter (01), First posting part (A).  Not all chapters will be split for posting into A, B, C, etc, sections.  I dislike having any chapter be much larger than 30k, as it makes it harder to finish each one in a quick reading (and may have problems propogating through some news servers).

Parts up to year 10 are only one or two per year.  Not even that, actually -- I cover a couple years at a time for the earliest parts.  There are no other parts in that section, nor are their likely to be any.

Part 0 for each year covers what goes on in that period, an overview.  A place for me to comment about how I feel about the things that happened, rather than inside the story, as well as a way to warn readers of things they might not want to look at, if it bothers them.

Year Zero for the entire series is my introductions and notes.  That, so far, is one part.  JZL00_00 Introduction to Jeff Zephyr's (Sex) Life Story (nosex) is this document, explaining what I'm trying to do, and why.

Parts aren't in strict chronological order within a year.  Not much point in that, when it is hard to tell which things came first, and also since I wrote around relationships, and many times had parallel ones.  That gives me room to add new chapters in a given year, as well, without worrying about fitting them in lace.

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Writing about the distant past is like making a bed with the cat around.  No matter how hard you try, the cat always ends up under the covers when the bed is made.  OK, you could lock the cat away someplace, but that defeats the whole purpose in having cats around.

In the story case, the cat is reminiscences, the inability to talk about the past without some reference to future events, and how you think about the stuff that happened, now as well as how you felt in the past.  I try to keep each story centered in the viewpoint of the past, but I'm unwilling, and possibly unable, to keep other thoughts out of the tale.


Having sex with lots  of partners was easy.  Just be available, and say yes a lot.  Except for a brief period in my 15th year, when my girlfriend was competing with me, I didn't "keep score," counting how many people I did it with, or how often.  Nor do I feel like counting up those I've written about.  I may have forgotten a few, but the numbers aren't relevant.

I've read that sexual promiscuity is related to low self-esteem.  God knows that is a possible link, but what teen is supremely self-confident?

On the negatives, I had parents who fought often, were repressive and restrictive of our choices, drank a lot, and were hard to please.  Straight A grades didn't impress them much at home, or for very long.  They were proud enough of our accomplishments in front of friends, but less so to us.  Any problems they had with us were strongly criticized or punished, and any rewards were light and capricious, often not even a "Thank you" or "Great job!"

But I'm not trying to write "How I hated my parents, and that ruined my life."  I don't know that my situation was much different than many teens, so I'll leave this part here.

I don't know if I was good looking.  Those who loved me told me so, but I didn't believe them.  At least, I never let my ego get carried away, thinking that I was "all that."  I've met others, who I thought were very attractive, and ran into the same "No, stop saying that, I'm not cute," kind of response.

I was pretty athletic for a "nerd."  I wore glasses, was into science, math, music, and computers, and I was shy.  With time, I got pretty good at pretending not to be shy, but inside I always felt that it was pretense, and was always nervous around new people.

On the dick size things, the actual size probably doesn't matter much.  We had a discussion on ASSD about that, and without measuring it again, I can say that it falls within the average size range -- it doesn't stick out far from the toilet paper roll(a test for average size when hard is to put it inside one) very far, or break it ;-)

When I was twelve, my size was good for that age.  And it got hard easily.  I'd been masturbating for over a year to climax, and that exercise may have made that happen more.  Other boys had the same problem, but I felt that it was a good thing to happen, something to be proud of.  I didn't mind if it stuck out in gym class.  We got to see each other naked while changing, and in the showers.  Not all schools do that, but ours did for 7th grade.  I found all the naked boys around interesting, and was curious about the differences between us.  Some of them noticed this, which led to teasing.  Both good naturedly, about my hard dick and its relatively large size, and less so, about my interest in boys, and being a fag, queer, homo -- and other similar terms.

By fourteen, I wasn't exceptional in size.  I didn't mind that, though.  The teasing of 7th grade turned into an interesting reputation with girls.  My adult size is only a bit above average, but I'm happy to say that it still sticks up hard easily enough, and I've enjoyed its effectiveness often.

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The years go by in periods and relationships.

5 Early Experiences, including Sheila the Babysitter
7 Yet more of my childhood play.  Covers everything through age 8, mostly non-sexual things
9 Moving to a new place, and changes which come from that.  Not a lot of sex stuff there either, but it was getting closer
10-1 - Debbie, the girl next door, played naked with me.
10-2 - Kissing Sherry and Maureen, sibling experiments

  These parts make up all so far for my early childhood experiences.  I don't expect to add to them, because there just wasn't a lot of sex story stuff going on then.

11 - First sex with Annie, Sherry, and Maureen
12 -- Jr High.  Liz, and my romantic exhibitionist love with Gail
13 -- Big trouble at school and home, serious depression, and Sandy.
14 -- Trouble in Paradise, Slut period start, lots of little relationships
15 -- Stacey and more slut stuff.  Boys can be sluts too ;-)
16 -- Jackie
17 -- Jackie, and HS graduation
18 -- University troubles, getting serious with Maria
19 -- Life with Uncle Sam, no ties
20 -- Back home and to school again
21 -- School Affairs
22 -- Moving out, Dominance and Submission play
23 -- My naked roommates and me
24 -- Just the three of us, Ricky and Mari and I
25 -- Gonna graduate soon, so I better think about settling down

  I can't give a schedule for when the parts will be finished.  I work on the entire thing, whatever part happens to come to mind. The ending point I picked mostly because my goals changed from just having sex partners and lovers to looking for a permanent relationship.  I'm not ready to share that part of my life yet, though it may well creep out disguised in other tales. 

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  "True" true is relative, though.  I call my stuff semi-true -- it is
based on what I remember, but I can't really recall every detail, and
why write it that way, when I can let a bit of fantasy remembering
make it come out better?  I mean, call it a bedtime story for my lover
(and reader), something with enough truth in to still be truthful, but
filling in the blanks with hot stuff, so it doesn't bog down.  I want
dialog and action, right?  Memories are vague things, good on some
things, not so good on others.  If it is close enough to make me feel
the past when I write it, isn't that good enough -- even if I read it
later and say "It didn't happen that way.  Well, not exactly.  But I
can't quite say what was wrong about that, I just can't remember!!"

  Anyway, I don't care if stories are truly true, semi-true, or not
true.  If it feels real and fun, that is enough.



Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.  Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

If you liked this story, want to put it in a free collection, want to tell me how I could write better, or just say hello, write to me at my hotmail address.  


