Some people figure out who they are early in life, it takes others a bit loner. Some never do. For Brad Keeler, he started figuring things out after graduating from high school.
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"You sure this is okay here?" the driver of the car said after I told him that he could let me out at the corner. "I can take you right to your house if you want."
"No, this is good here mister. I can just cut down this alley. That way you won't get lost back there with all the one-way streets," I told the man, whose name I didn't even know, and that was embarrassing when you consider what we spent the last half hour doing.
Actually, I lived about a half mile away, but I was so paranoid that I was afraid of having the guy know where I lived, and even more scared of having somebody see me get out of the car, so I grabbed my skateboard out of the back seat and said goodbye to my acquaintance.
As I walked home, my thoughts were racing. Less than an hour ago I was a sexual virgin in every way, and had been just killing what was left of the day by fooling around with my board at the park The place was pretty quiet, which is the way I like it because I'm not very good at it.
I only took it up last year, and I think that starting when I was 17 meant I was never going to be much good at it, because I was old enough to have common sense and not interested in being the punch line on one of those blooper reels on TV. When you're really young you have no fear and are willing to take crazy chances, and learn how much you can really do. I only started it doing it in the first place because I wanted to fit in since I'm not very popular, but so far it hadn't helped much in that regard.
Then today, this guy started watching me while I was doing a few things on the ramp. Simple stuff that I didn't do all that well either, but the man watching me seemed impressed.
"You're pretty good," the man said when I managed to stay upright after leaping off a little shelf.
"Not really," I said while looking at the guy, who was about my height but maybe 20 pounds heavier.
He was wearing light blue pants that looked kind of dorky and a yellow short sleeved shirt, and was probably around my father's age. Even though I didn't encourage it, he started up a conversation that went from skateboarding to me looking lonely and seeming like I didn't have many friends because I was alone at the park.
He was right about that, even though I only shrugged when he said it, but then he asked me if I wanted to have some fun with him, seeing as we were both alone, "I've got a joint, if you want to get a buzz with me."
I had only smoked grass once, and didn't like it much, but for some reason I said okay.
"Not here," he said, and before I knew it I was in the front seat of an old Mazda, headed toward this place the man knew where we wouldn't be seen smoking.
The park had been pretty empty, so I didn't understand why we couldn't have smoked it there, but it wasn't like I had anything better to do, so there I found myself, riding in a strangers car heading for who-knows-where, and all I could think of was what my mother would say about all of this.
"This is good," the man said as he pulled off onto some dirt road, and after stopping and looking around, pulled a ratty looking joint out of his shirt pocket.
"You smoke a lot, kid?" he asked after I almost choked on the first hit.
"Yeah," I lied.
"Your generation has the right idea," he said. "Smoke a lot of dope and get a lot of pussy, right?"
I nodded while holding the smoke in as long as I could before letting it out, not wanting to admit that the only pussy I had ever touched was our tuxedo cat Elmer, because I was really lame around girls.
"Glad you're hip to the scene," he said, and I almost laughed, not only at his lame rap but for anybody thinking I was hip to anything. "I would hate to think I was corrupting a kid. How old are you, 15?"
"Huh? I'm going to be 19 next month," I said with a little annoyance in my voice.
"Oh. Sorry. All you kids look young to me these days," he said. "Well, since you're old enough I can tell you this story. This happened to me last month. You ever hitchhike?"
"No."
"Good idea," he assured me. "Anyway I pick up this kid about your age. I'm driving, and all of a sudden he reaches over and grabs me under the steering wheel. You believe that? What would you do?"
"I dunno," I said as he handed me the joint.
"I couldn't believe it. He grabbed me, just like this," he said, and before I knew what was happening he had leaned over and grabbed my crotch, managing to find my pecker in my shorts. "This is what he did."
As I sat there petrified, he started pulling at my dick through the fabric, and when I looked over at him he was grinning.
