None of this is true. It is all fiction.
Part 2
A week or so went by before I saw Tyler again. He and Rick showed up at my house early on a Friday evening wanting to know if I wanted to play some basketball.
"Come on in," I said to them. "Let me get my stuff."
I had been lounging all day, hainging out in my plaid boxers and xxxl t-shirt that I liked because it was comfortable. I told them to have a seat, and I went up to my room and changed into some cut off sweats and my Nike high tops. I didn't want any blisters, so I also put on a pair of ankle socks. I replaced the big t-shirt with one that fit me really tight. I was actually feeling pretty sexy. I looked in the mirror and checked out my short brown hair and brown eyes. I realized I had grown darker over the last couple of days without even trying (although I did strip down to my boxers every day to get some sun). I thought for a second about going down and telling Rick and Tyler to split, so I could call my girlfriend Chris. We hadn't gone all the way yet, but we did like to strip naked and make out when we got the chance. But that was just a fleeting thought. Dressed, I headed back downstairs.
"Let's go," I said.
It would have been too hot to play basketball during the day, but Rick and Tyler had a spotlight in their driveway, so we could play basketball as the sun set, and the heat of the day let up some. I don't remember too much about playing. Tyler was actually more competitive than I thought he would be, and Rick was very strong, much stronger than he looked. The brothers were very rough with each other...Rick didn't think twice about knocking Tyler down when he made a good move to the basket.
Once we were down, Rick announced that was going to go take a shower. "I'm beat," he said.
"Me too," I said. We all said goodbye and I went home.
When I got home, I grabbed some water, took off my shirt and dried off with a towel. I needed to relax a second before I took a shower. My parents were out eating, and like normal, I had decided to pass. Sometimes it was nice to go out with them, but usually it was boring. I could cook a little bit, so I usually just preferred to hang out. And...this was always a good time to get Chris to come over. Like I mentioned before, she is very cute, but in a sort of boyish kind of way. She's about my height and weight, but with a beautiful smile and a body that is in very good shape. She plays volleyball, basketball and softball. Like I said, we haven't gone all the way, but I'm sure we will...But then there was that nagging attraction I kept having for some of my male friends...To say the least, I was a little confused, but I kept it all to myself...I figured I would make sense of it eventually.
A few minutes after I got home, I heard a knock at the door. When I opened the door, I saw Tyler standing there. "Hey," I said.
"Hi Jamie," he said. "Just thought I would come down and see what you are doing. Rick will be in the shower for a while. I'm bored."
I told him to come in. He came in and went over and sat down on the couch. He had changed shirts, from the University of Florida shirt he was wearing to a UCLA shirt. He was wearing the same gray cut-off sweats. I noticed he was barefooted. I woudn't have thought anything about it, but I remembered how he had asked me to take my shoes off at this house. I thought, this dude does not like to wear shoes. I knew other guys like that...who the second they were inside, they had their shoes and socks off. I usually hung out barefoot, so I never really thought all that much about it. But Tyler and taken his shoes off and then walked down.
"What are you watching?" he asked.
I looked at the TV and had no idea what was on. I told him I was just flipping the channels. I went over by him on the couch and sat down. I leaned back, and he did the same.
"Dude," he said, "I can't believe you still have your shoes on..."
That comment struck me as odd. Why would he care if I still had my shoes on. I glanced at him. He was looking at me, smiling. His smile was a cute smile, not one of being happy. I felt a little flutter in my stomach at his look. I looked down and looked back up, but he was still looking at me with that smile.
"You didn't waste any time taking yours off, " I said, "did you?"
"Nope," he said. "I don't wear shoes unless I have to."
"I was just about to take them off," I heard myself saying. I sat back up, and reached down to undo the laces on my shoes. Then I toed each of the shoes off. I then used my toes to flip off my ankle socks. I sat back.
"That's got to be much better," Tyler said. I felt his bare foot kick the side of mine.
"It is," said. I slid my foot over and tapped his. Then I let my foot rest on top of his foot. I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing. Chris and I played footsie all the time, but we were usually kidding with each other when we did it. I didn't feel like Tyler and I were kidding around at all.
"You have nice feet," he said.
OK...that's it for part 2. I'm still working on my idea for part 3. Thanks for the encouragement.