College has always been known as a time for experimenting, especially sexually. Everybody around was eighteen years old, official adults, and seemed to be constantly horny. I couldn't say that I was any different; Being a guy, it was practically necessary.
I had always considered myself straight, until college started. I'd never been with another guy, but I'd had some experiences that led me to have the not-so-shocking realization that I wasn't as straight as I thought. At once, I thought I may be gay, but the idea of having sex with a man seemed too weird to me - I couldn't be. So I thought I must be bisexual. And that's how college began for me.
Did anybody actually do any schoolwork? Of course not. We were all too busy with our own matters, whether it be sex like usual, or relationships, or unwanted pregnancy, or something along the lines. Our generation was focused on sex nowadays. Everything in songs or on television or on the internet all contained some sort of sexual nature. It was sad to know that we were all losing our v-cards at younger and younger ages. Then again, were we complaining?
Hell no!
I thought, as I pondered over the obvious.
I was thrown out of these thoughts by a loud buzzing and beeping. I almost jumped out of bed, hitting my head on my back-board. I groaned in pain, rubbing my head, and glanced at the clock. 7:00 A.M. I groaned again. Why on Earth was I getting up at seven on a weekend? The realization hit me - I was going to see an early-morning movie, then hit the beach with a bunch of my friends until the fair opened up, which was where we'd spend the rest of the day and night. At least I had gotten enough sleep to last me through the day. "Damn." I muttered, rising from my bed sleepily and rubbing my eyes.
I stumbled off to the bathroom, hitting my foot on the closed door. "Fuck!" I growled, opening my eyes fully. Why was my bathroom door closed? I never closed it. Sighing, I opened up the bathroom and hopped into the shower.
While I was in the shower, I heard the half-closed door to my room open. Curious, I wrapped a towel around my waist and peeked outside. There in the doorway stood my akita dog, Reyas. I smiled, whistling softly. She bounded over to me, wagging her tail.
I proceeded to dry off and get changed into dark blue skinny jeans with fashionable rips and tears, and a bright green shirt, sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I quickly blow-dryed my multi-coloured "emo-style" hair, flicking it into normal messy but attractive style, then grabbed my wallet. I quickly filled Reyas' bowls with food and water, making sure the doggy-door was unlocked so she could get outside, then left my house. I quickly locked my door as soon as I'd left, glad to find that my group of friends was just arriving.
Liam, my best friend, was driving his shimmering red Ferrari. I smiled, running over the familiar faces. Zaire, Liam's first boyfriend since he came out about being gay, rode shotgun. In the back there was the person I looked forward to seeing the most - Eli Reeves. Not only was he the sexiest guy anybody had ever seen in their entire lives, but he was the first guy I'd ever had a crush on. He smiled his sparkling, flawlessly white smile at me as I opened the cardoor, sitting down beside him.
"Hey, Jay," Liam said, turning around to look at me. "we're trying to decide on a movie. It's either I Am The Devil or Lake of Murder. Which one?"
"I Am The Devil. It's supposed to be the scariest movie of all-time." I said. We all loved scary movies - Not to mention that being scared meant having the chance to cuddle up with someone, preferably the someone sitting next to me.
"Sure you won't get scared?" Zaire teased me lightly as Liam pulled away from the curb.
"I'm sure I will." I replied, going along with him. He chuckled, rolling his eyes.
"I'll protect you." Eli commented to me, grinning.
Oh God, he was such a flirt. I felt my heart pick up pace, and I smiled. "What if you get scared?" I countered, arching a brow in quiery.
"We'll protect each other?"
I laughed, nodding. "Yeah, sure."
When we arrived at the movie theater, there was very few people coming to the movie. I had heard that everyone around was too chicken to come see it. We asked the ticket salesman if he would see the movie, and he just laughed and shook his head at us like we were crazy.
We were now sitting in our seats, eating popcorn and taking slurps of our drinks, waiting for the movie to start. Zaire and Liam were already deep into a makeout session, and so Eli and I just talked and joked around while we waited. I found my eyes constantly wandering down to his lips, a desire to kiss him flowing through my mind. I wanted to taste his lips, his tongue. It was almost too much to hold back.
I desperately hoped for the movie to start soon, but there was a problem going on and so it was delayed a lot longer. Zaire and Liam didn't seem to care, but I was dying over here. Eli was so gorgeous - Shining crystal blue eyes, perfect smile, flawlessly tanned skin, blonde hair that was always in some sort of effortlessly sexy style.
After a while, he seemed to notice my staring. "I apologize if I'm being distracting." he said after a minute, grinning his perfect grin.
My cheeks went slightly pink. I wasn't normally one to get embarassed, as I was outgoing and would do anything at any time without hesitation. But here I was, feeling nervous and tongue-tied. "No! I, um..." I trailed off, finding no explanation. My line of thought came back, and I was determined to save myself. "It's just that I, uh--"
