Finding Myself Chapter Two
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Disclaimer: If this story is illegal for you to read, please do not. It's a tale of my adventures of embarking upon life as a recent high school graduate, and finding myself. The experience is real, but the names and locations have been altered. Enjoy!
I survived senior week pretty much unscathed. It was a great time, but I never wanted to taste Jack Daniels ever again! Certainly my mind was spinning from the actions that Patrick and I had started while sharing the hotel room with 4 other jocky type straight or dl curious. What had come over me? What in the hell was I thinking? Did I really want that, or was I just caught in a moment.
While I had always been curious of my ass and did my own self explorations, playing with my pucker, I never found myself yearning to get fucked. Until senior week, I never felt another hand other than my own, exploring my ass while filled with such lust. What a mind trip! In fact, in my mind, I always envisioned any type of anal sex would find me fucking the dude. I imagined it would be too painful to be enjoyable, but I'd be happy to sink my dick in a nice tight ass. So I left the beach an excited confused free adult. Well kinda...I was still 17. My birthday is in December, so while I was a high school graduate starting college, I wouldn't be 18 until that winter.
We all returned back home from the beach and resumed normal life. I was settling into my summer routine with my job and figuring out my next steps in life. I worked full time at a local park and things were in swing! Evan did not go to the beach for senior week. He seemed content to roll into the summer, coasting on the parent's dime. He also attended the vo-tech school during high school, studying plumbing. I suppose he was supposed to be groomed for employment? Instead, he and his friends, usually 3-5 single guys that never mentioned a girlfriend, really enjoyed smoking pot and drinking. That was fun once in a while...but not all of the time. We'd get together along the way and hang out, and enjoyed his family's membership to the local pool. Any chance to see him shirtless in his board shorts was a good day for me.
As a skateboarder, he had a tight body with the v waist that emerged from his waistband, on display for all to enjoy. He was pretty smooth with some hair in his armpits. He had a slight treasure trail set in the middle of that v, and I continually wondered what as at the end of that trail in his shorts. It could've been the fabric, my imagination or the real deal. I wasn't sure despite seeing him in his boxers before. But there seemed to be the impression of a nice slightly chubbed dick, hiding beneath the fabric. It was noticeable to me the last few times at the pool. Maybe I was just horny! I would imagine Evan's dick during some of my jerk off sessions, especially after spending an afternoon with him at the pool. I imagined it to be uncut, about 7" with his hood. Medium thickness with a slight constant chub arching his dick out and over away from his body like a faucet. Just sticking out, waiting for some attention in my mouth. But our times were always casual time with a friend that I appreciated and admired. Still nothing sexual! He was just one that I secretly lusted after as well. I always felt like my groups of friends could form the shape of a star around me. With me in the center, each five points of the star would be my different groups of close friends, as they all existed within their own social circles and didn't overlap.
About two weeks after being home from the beach, Patrick had reached out about going to a party with Michael and Sarah. I knew Michael vaguely from mutual friends, but Sarah was just a face I recalled from around school. Fake blonde, pale, black wardrobe and dark lipstick. Just rolled to the beat of her own drum. I'd see her in the halls but we never had any classes together or interactions and did not know each other. She was very pretty despite her stark appearance. I accepted the invite to the party, figuring why not, this is the summer before college!
I planned to stay local, live at home, attend community college and work. I was not a stand out student; therefore scholarships and going away to college were not top of mind. But I really never dreamed of that whole experience, and was content. I'd be in good company as I had friends with similar plans as they navigated their next steps after high school. As it turned out..Patrick, Michael and Sarah all were staying local and we all became great friends after that party. A sorta dynamic quad always together that summer. Social opportunities were rampant that summer and we always arrived as a foursome, spending a lot of time together most of that summer. It was awesome, and I became great friends with Sarah and Michael, and even more so with Patrick. However; along the way, feelings were starting to develop within the quad.
It was becoming obvious that Michael and Karen were taking a liking to each other. I don't blame them. Sarah scaled back the stark appearance. She actually wore clothes that weren't black, toned down the make-up and was quite gorgeous. Dumb as a box of rocks, but she was a doll! Michael was a hunk and recently broke up with his long term high school sweetheart right before graduation. She was going away to college, he wasn't, and they decided to end it. He had brown hair, and brown goatee, olive skin, always wore a baseball cap and was a lacrosse player. What more can I say? Although while I thought he was hot as fuck, he wasn't my kinda hot as fuck. I certainly enjoyed his physical appearance, even that dark hair on those tan sexy legs appearing beneath his lacrosse shorts. But he too was not setting the world on fire with his smarts, so I was happy for him and Sarah to explore whatever they stumbled upon. By August, the nights would end earlier at times, leaving Patrick and I on the curb as Michael and Sarah drove off. Some nights we would part ways, or some nights we'd head back to my house. While Patrick and I continued to spend time together that summer, the senior week thing was never mentioned. If you recall, Patrick had his way of making jokes that could sometimes make you wonder. Like how he would flirt joke with Tony in class. Perhaps a bit passive aggressive, in hindsight. Regardless, senior week was never mentioned until one night after getting left on the curb after an early night.
We had gone to a party and indulged in some beer and a couple hits of a joint being passed around. So we each had a buzz. Once we got back to my house and were up in my room, Patrick was leaning back on my bed as I sat in the computer chair. We had the black light on and incense burning. Ahhh...life in the 90's! At one point Patrick was looking at me and started laughing. I smiled and asked what was funny. Still laughing, he put his hands up to his face and covered his eyes while shaking his head side to side, like motioning No. I giggled and continued to smile while perplexed, as he continued to laugh and finally uncovered his face revealing a smile.
After a few seconds, he says "Can you believe that morning at the beach? What were we thinking?" and giggled a bit. I smiled and agreed that it was crazy for us to be so daring with the guys in the room. Silence came between us until he spoke again, a bit serious but not stern. Just matter factual.
He stated "Stan, I've been very confused by you. I know that we have fooled around and had some fun times. Hell, I've had some fun being sexual with other guys too. But no one has invited me to fuck them, and I hadn't really thought about it until you pulled me into your ass that morning. Now I can't stop thinking about it. That sensation of the tip of my dick oozing precum, sliding against your cherry. I'm surprised I didn't cum all over your ass. It was incredible and I've been hoping that we'd try again. But you've never mentioned it and seem to pretend it never happened. In fact, this entire summer you've avoided me and my advances to have some fun like we use to." Immediately my brain is panicking, as I had never thought that deep into my actions of offering him to fuck me. Once senior week was over, it was in the past, just like all of the random hookups that occurred that week.
As I said, I never really desired to be fucked and to be honest; I had not really been acting on any attractions or feelings all summer. While I did ignore a few of his advances, I was simply having the best summertime with a group of friends in the newfound freedom I was feeling as being a recent graduate into life as an adult. Despite my sexual curiosities of guys and strong attraction towards them, and the fun Patrick and I enjoyed during high school, it seemed as though my desires were more to admire and wonder about guys, such as Evan as I stroked my thick 6" dick to glorious orgasms, versus pursuing anything with Patrick or any other guy, or even a girl. Seemed easiest that way as I sorted through the feelings in my head.
I looked down at the ground letting his words sink in and try and calm the panic inside of me. Slowly I look up at him, returning his gaze and friendly smile on his face. I'm speechless for at least a minute, holding a smile on my face. Finally I exhale and admit "You're right, I confused myself Patrick. I'm not sure what came over me, but I was enjoying the moment with you. When you reached around and grabbed my dick, it felt so hard in your grip. To reach back under the covers and feel that thick dick of yours, it unleashed something in me that I never experienced before. Knowing the four other jock guys were sleeping in beds next to use...it was fucking hot!" I pause and look around the room trying to gather my thoughts. I glance at Patrick and he still has the silly smile on his face, intuned with me and waiting for me to continue.
Patrick is also a very handsome guy. He's 5'11," medium complexion with short black hair faded on the sides. He liked to dress preppy, but easily could rock with the athletic casual look as well. As I mentioned, while in school, his fashion style was very fresh, and that flowed into his summer wardrobe as well. While he was put together very nicely and I found Patrick sexy, smart and funny, along with his impressive dick, again I was not feeling as thought he was my type. While I enjoyed our time at the beach, and have jerked off to certain memories, the confused feelings almost made me want to retreat from him. However; I've certainly yearned to swap blowjobs with him and suck his big dick down my throat.
I miss having my lips wrapped around his hard flesh, fucking my mouth until he blasts his 4 or 5 bursts of hot cum into my mouth. I will admit that I always enjoyed the sensation of him shooting his cum into my mouth. The element of surprise when that first blast hits your throat, tongue or the roof of your mouth, with others to follow. Being the recipient of this powerful release from a hard dick in your mouth as he emits a grunt and slight squeal riding the orgasm that overcomes him. That's awesome and amazing..but in a 17 year old mind, it's overwhelming. Adding ass fucking to that, and I was mindblown!
I look at him and begin to speak again "I've not brought it up since the beach, because I honestly don't know what the fuck I was thinking. In that moment, I really wanted to feel the strength of your long and thick dick inside of me. I've never wanted it more than I did that morning. That's why I kept pushing against your dick hoping my ass would open and let you in." As I was talking my eyes wandered a bit but returned to Patrick as I ended that sentence. Then I started laughing and said "I think we should've known as high school graduates that we were going to need more lube than your precum to fit that big dick in my ass." It was totally inappropriate, but I felt the joke, and probably due to my buzz, found it funny. So I said it. I wanted to lighten the mood and steer this conversation to a new topic but Patrick didn't react.
Still looking at me, but with an endearing face, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bottle of KY and holds it into the air. Cracking a smile on his face.
Thanks for reading and I welcome your thoughts at wrights841@gmail.com. I can't change the story or the characters, but I could try and change how the story is told. This is my second attempt at writing and composing a story to share here on Nifty. - Stan