Halloween II

I was looking through a bargain bin of DVDs today and came across Halloween II. When I was thirteen this was the closest thing I had to porn. Not in some sick Dahmer way -- I'd rent the movie over and over again and always pause on the scene where the ambulance driver gets out of the hydrotherapy tub in the basement of the hospital. There was a split second before he gets killed where you could see his bare ass. My other favorite bare ass pauses were Christian Slater in The Name of the Rose and Billy Zane in Dead Calm. Our video store back then was located in a tiny section of the Key Foods grocery store, near the check-out lines. After about six months of renting these movies whenever I could, the scenes would always fuzz out if you watched them regularly because they'd spent so much time in still life, with me jerking off as fast as I could in the living room before anyone came home. I never got busted.
I didn't buy the Halloween DVD because I already own it. I watched the hot tub scene again today, playing it frame by frame and I got a much clearer picture. I felt bad for my thirteen year-old self, there are much better asses out there in the world. But this might have something to do with why I'm so attracted to burly working class types. The problem is that the ambulance driver was also a sexist, sex starved asshole. He knew what he wanted and how to get it -- by acting like a total dick. Maybe I learned more from him as a kid besides just realizing that I'm a top. I hope not. I don't want to be that person. But Fuck and Run has always been my mantra. It's just that I like to fuck for a few weeks first, and then run.