*7*
Mr. Spectacular was one of the low points of my missions thus far. Yeah it was great having somebody else take the initiative to come to me, but it was horrifying how it literally lasted eight seconds. His lips were so plump and so tender...I can still vaguely feel them wrapped around my cock.
Although I digress, the thought of Paul needs to be taken out of my mind. Regardless of the length of time we hooked up, it happened. I need to move on to someone else. However, I can't get Shawn out of my mind. The way he looked at me in band, it's burned into my mind. I can see his green eyes looking longingly in my soul. I want something more. Deep down, however, I know it's not part of the plan. I can't start falling for Shawn. It will just end up exactly like it did with Rick.
I can't have that happen again.
*8*
I rolled out of bed around 10 this morning. Sunday's were always so boring. I didn't have a job, didn't have homework, and didn't really have a lot of friends that didn't have jobs. So mostly I just sat around the house, watching television and making awkward conversation with my parents. I slowly descended downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat.
My house was weird. It had the first floor, where the kitchen, dining room and den resided, and it had the second floor, where all the bedrooms where. The thing that was weird about it was the "sub-floor" we had, right in between the first and second floor, where we had more of a formal living room. It wasn't a floor of it's own, though, my parents always told me. I hated that room more than anything. It all goes back to the summer of tenth grade.
It was a hot august night in the year 2010. I had my summer job as a camp counselor at the day camp two blocks down from me. It was a good job to start on, but I swore I would never work there, or as a camp counselor again after that summer. I also decided I would never have kids. But that's a completely different story. My parents decided that was the summer they wanted to go on a cruise. Being the indifferent parents they are, they decided not to tell me about it in advance. So I couldn't get off from work with enough notice.
I wasn't too distraught over this though. Sure, going on a tropical cruise would've been fun, but I had the whole house to myself for eight days! Being the delinquent child I was back in tenth grade, of course I was going to have parties nearly every night. So one on exceptionally hot Friday night, I threw a giant party. It got a little too out of hand though. Thinking back on it now, all of the guys that I've gotten with thus far were actually there, not that I spoke to any of them at the time. You all know how high school is, someone hears about a party and suddenly the whole school knows. Literally the whole school.
I really don't know how the cops weren't called. It was out of control. I also don't know how my parents never found out about it, despite one of their antique vases being shattered into a million pieces. Luck must have been on my side. Especially since that was the first night I ever hooked up with Rick. Around 1:00, most of the people had left, except for a few random people left making out, and a few close friends that clearly did not want to help clean up, but didn't want to seem rude.
"It's fine, you guys don't have to stay. I'll just clean up in the morning," I said as I watched them all quickly scurry away, along with the remaining love-struck teenagers. All that remained was Rick and I. "That goes for you too, you don't have to clean if you don't want to".
"I don't want to clean," he said bluntly. I could smell the whiskey a mile away. This was the very first time I saw Rick drunk. Sure, I had gotten a few nasty text messages from him every once in a while, but never face-to-face drunk.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing you don't have to clean," I awkwardly said as I turned away from him. At this point, I really did not have any kind of game. I was 16, what else did I know.
The rest of the night turned into a blur. Rick tried convincing me that nothing happened, but I know something did happen. There is no way I could have imagined us having relations. As time went on, we did have relations, which he did remember. That is also, however, another story.
My trip down memory lane was abruptly stopped when my dad came barreling into the kitchen.
"Nice to see you up before noon," he muttered under his breath as he poured himself a cup of coffee. My dad never really seemed to lighten up on the whole "only son and child being gay" thing. Ever since I told him, things have been very different between us. It's sad. I ignored his comment and went up to my room, and closed the door behind me. I didn't want to deal with him today. I logged onto my computer, and instantly all my different social mediums popped up.
Facebook, twitter and oovoo all logged themselves in.
Oovoo was a strange one. Video chatting. Like anyone ever did any chatting on there. I learned far too quickly that a camera to camera situation was nothing but trouble. A lonely night and a webcam is never a good idea when there's an entire world full of horny viewers. But I still logged onto it anyway, and there were a couple of people on there that I would talk to. But this time was different, I logged on to see a friend request. I eagerly checked it, and saw the name 'Paul Swagner'. Fucking idiot tool. I accepted it, and immediately he tried to contact me.
"What's up," he said as his face popped up on screen. His pearly whites flashed me, mesmerizing me.
