All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
I had just finished touching up my makeup in the parking lot when I saw my (then) boyfriend come out of his last class in our final week of high school. I did do it in the bathroom a few minutes before, but I wanted to double check it since I was super excited. I was sitting on top of the trunk of his car as he jogged over to me with a grin on his face. We were both 18 and we had both finally completed our last exams. And we needed to relieve some stress. We laid out the plan for the day and it was simple: once we had both finished our final exams on our last official day of high school, we would go to his house and bone non-stop until right before his Mom got home. Simple, but brilliant. I wanted everything to be perfect. All I could think about that morning was his dick.
Todd was lovely. And I mean that. He was a very sweet first boyfriend. I had a difficult relationship with my Dad while growing up, so being with a guy who didn't treat me like shit and who expressed genuine kindness was important to me, even if he had acne and wasn't the best looking guy I had ever seen. But, hey, confidence and charm go a long way!I wore dark blue, skinny low rise jeans and a new black halter top. He wore a t-shirt and jeans that were way too baggy (clues into the timeframe as to when all this happened). I hopped off the car as soon as I saw him jogging over. I could tell he was already hard which made me smile and bite my lower lip. We started making out when we got into the car. I can still remember how hard he felt when I felt his cock over his jeans.
Now, normally, school let out at 3pm, but, since it was finals' week, we got out early, say around 12:30pm. I mention this because, when we pulled into Todd's driveway, there was a pick up truck parked there that didn't definitely didn't belong to anyone in his family.
Little back story: Todd played baseball in HS for three years, but he decided to quit his final year. It was a big decision for him. We were friends before we started dating and I used to go to his games and watch and I found out he was a hell of a shortstop.
Apparently, he was a far more valuable asset to the team than he originally thought. Like, not winning their division title again because he quit kind of important. But he didn't care. He wanted out.
Todd never explicitly told me the details surrounding the matter, but I later found out that he quit the baseball team because he hated the environment. There was just a lot of gross toxic masculinity, bullying, harassment, homophobia, name-calling, etc. Just a lot of unnecessary, stupid shit and Todd had enough.
At first it sounded too stereotypical (even cartoonish) to believe but it made sense given the guys I knew on the team and their disgusting prick of a coach. The major point though is that his teammates were furious at him, especially his coach and this guy named Arturo.
It's hard to talk about Arturo without discussing the various elements of his different personalities. I knew him since the sixth grade and we always had several classes together. We were even in a middle school play together and he was always nice to me. Had I just gone by my own experience with him, I would have though he was a smart, charming, funny, and, as he grew up, really, totally, I mean, just super fucking hot.
By our senior year he was 6'1" in height and I would guess around 180lbs of lean muscle. He had beautiful dark skin (Latin-American descent), athletic, body, total leader of men, and I cannot emphasize just how absolutely gorgeous.
The part that Todd dealt with was very different. When Arturo was around his teammates, he could be quite a bully. Not only was he physically intimidating, but men around him just seem to defer to his dominant energy. He was an alpha male who made no apology for being a real man.
Again, it was such a stark, opposite depiction of what I saw from him personally, but this account of him came from many different people, including Todd. Arturo didn't develop the toxic atmosphere alone, but he was instrumental in creating the poisonous environment and Todd wanted out. He wasn't a dumb, misogynistic jock. Neither was Arturo, but Arturo was a leader and knew how to manipulate and command others to do what he wanted.
When Todd and I pulled into his driveway his face got sad all of a sudden. The tone in the car completely shifted. He covered his eyes with one hand and took a deep breath. I was confused and asked, "What's wrong? Whose car is that?" He asked if we could go back to my house instead of answering my questions. I told him it was an impossibility because my parents were home. He sighed heavily again and exited the car.
We walked to the from of the house. I tried to cheer him up by tickling him and pinching his butt. It didn't work. He seemed to emotionally shut down.
He told me to be quiet as we entered, which made me think someone was home. Maybe it was his Dad? Or a visitor? I didn't know. But as soon as we entered the living room and he closed the front door quietly, I heard a woman moaning upstairs. I looked at the stairs and saw a trail of clothes. I saw a ripped sports bra, yoga shorts, baggy jeans, boots, t-shirt, varsity letterman jacket, etc. I turned to Todd. His head was down. He was looking at the floor. I had never seen him look so ashamed.
Someone once compared Todd's Mom (let's call her Jen) to Julia Ann. I Googled the name, even saw some videos, and concluded pretty quickly that it was a fair comparison. Jen was a hot Mom, very flirtatious with men (especially younger men), she had long blonde hair, big brown eyes, smooth milky white skin, bright smile, bit of a gym rat, always drinking those gross healthy green juices, voluptuous body, big breasts, and a butt that I have aspired to achieve, which is why I've done more squats in my lifetime than I can count.
