Chapter One: One Last Night at Home
The August breeze blew through my bedroom window as I tried to force myself to go to sleep. I had spent the last hour tossing and turning in my bed from the growing nerves of what was to come tomorrow. I can't believe I move into the dorms tomorrow. Where did the summer go? It feels like just yesterday I was throwing my graduation cap in the air. I figured to try flipping my pillow to the cool side in hopes that maybe that would help, but alas, sleep was evading me. I sat up in my bed, deciding to do one more glance at my last few things I had packed. I was lucky that my dad was able to help me move all of the big stuff into my dorm last week and all I was left with was just enough to fill a duffle bag. I began to dig through the bag, looking for my shampoo and body wash. If anything will help me sleep, it's a warm shower.
I dug out the pineapple breeze shampoo and sandalwood body wash and headed to the bathroom. Luckily I had my own bathroom and wouldn't have to risk waking up my parents. I sat the soaps on the edge of the tub when an idea crossed my mind. I went back to my room to grab one more thing. At the bottom of my duffle bag wrapped in an old T-Shirt was a silicone, 6-inch dildo I had bought back when I first got my license and was able to go to the mall alone, I also grabbed the water based lube that was wrapped beside it. I went back to the bathroom, tucking the dildo and lube in my waist band in case mom or dad walked past for whatever reason. Once in the bathroom, I took it out of and looked at it under the fluorescent bathroom light. I named it Chris after the guy from that one comic book movie who was super attractive, and while I'm sure the real Chris was bigger than this, I feared trying anything bigger at risk of injuring myself and having to explain to my parents that their baseball player son, was actually a catcher in his own regard.
I had known I was gay for years and I'm sure my parents knew. Never bringing a girl home, going alone to homecoming and prom despite several girls basically throwing themselves at me, more than likely sent the message. I never really felt the need to come out. Both my parents are pretty progressive and my mom constantly complained about other kids feeling the need to come out. "If you just brought a boy home one day, that would be that. No questions asked," she would say in her dry but loving voice. Dad always seemed indifferent either way. I'm pretty sure he just didn't want grandkids in his late 30's so whatever would accomplish that would be something he would approve of.