THE
STORY OF “NO-NAME”
I
don't remember the name of the movie, or even what it was about.
But there was a little girl in it that was very sad and lonely, and even
at my tender age, I identified with her. Her
mother had given her a little stuffed pony that she called "No-Name",
and the little girl loved that little pony and kept it with her constantly.
It was her friend, confidant and keeper of her deepest secrets.
I envied that little girl because she had such a wonderful friend.
I
must have talked about that little pony a lot, because one day, my mom brought
home a package for me, and lo-and-behold… Inside was a little red, stuffed
pony. And of course, I named it
"No Name", just like the one in the movie. I was overjoyed!
An
only child, I spent many hours each day playing by myself in my tiny bedroom.
Now, at last, I had a friend to ease my loneliness.
It
was 1944, and the war in Europe was still raging. I was 4 years old and didn't understand much of what was
going on. We lived in a big old
Victorian house that my mom shared with her three sisters. The men were all off fighting the war, so many of the wives
shared living space with one-another. My
mother’s oldest sister, Tillie, had just moved in with her two boys.
Lonnie (the oldest) was gangly and wore very thick glasses.
The youngest, Coy, was 16 and full of mischief.
He had red hair and freckles and was always making everyone laugh with
his antics. He would often tease me
and tickle me until I would cry "UNCLE".
I liked him.
The
women all took jobs in nearby shipyards and I was left with Coy, as my
baby-sitter. He kept me entertained
with games he made up, and we had lots of fun.
Once-in-a-while, he would undo his pants to tuck in his shirttail and he
would casually expose his penis in the process. He would be talking to me and smiling, so I didn't think much
of it. Although I was curious, as
most young boys are, about comparing my penis to another one.
One evening when we were alone, he said he was going to take a bath and
for me to play by myself for a while. In
a short time, he came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.
He stood in front of me and undid the towel and let it fall to the floor.
His penis looked bigger than it had before and it was sticking out in
front of him. He then
Wrapped
his hand around it and began to move his hand back and forth on it.
In a few minutes, he began to moan and sway his hips from side-to-side
slowly, and then suddenly some whitish looking stuff spurted out of his penis.
He smiled at me, picked up his towel and got dressed.
Later
that night, after everyone had been in bed awhile and I was fast asleep in my
room, I was awakened by someone getting in bed with me.
It was Coy. He put his arm
around me and pulled me to him and whispered for me to be very quiet and not
make a sound. He turned me on my
side with my back to him and slowly pushed my pajama-bottoms down, exposing my
bare bottom. He pulled my
butt-cheeks apart and I felt something warm and hard press against the opening
of my butt hole. He put his hand
over my mouth and at the same time, thrust what was his erect penis deep inside
of me. There was a sharp, knifing
pain down there and I wanted to cry out but his hand stifled my attempt.
He began to thrust in and out slowly at first but soon he was pushing in
and out deeper and harder until he began to moan and hiss under his breath.
He let out a subdued gasp and went limp, slumping his full weight against
me.
I reached for my little pony that I kept close to me and hugged it tightly to my chest. As Coy slipped silently out of my bed and crept out of my room, I hugged No-Name and wept silently. Each night after that for many months, whenever I heard my bedroom door open and hear footsteps coming toward me… I would clutch No-Name tightly to me and we would endure.
Note:
This story is based on an actual
event in my life, and the person Coy was (and is) my cousin. He now lives in Washington State with his family.
He is, and always has been, STRAIGHT!
