I can't believe how crazy my life has gotten in the past few years. From crazy sex to demonic possession, I figure I've seen it all. It all started back when I went on vacation after senior year of high school. I had spent the last few weeks planning a summer trip to celebrate my glorious moment of leaving the hell hole known as high school.
I had been picked on pretty heavily throughout my four years. I would often have my pants thrown around my ankles by the jocks in the locker room, and most of the guys laughed at my not so amazing cock. I wasn't really that small, I was average at around five inches hard, but that was the norm for most guys I'd been told.
It didn't help that I found myself attracted to both sexes, which only furthered the torment I received. I constantly found myself with a hard-on when I would see the other guys showering, and often skipped the shower to hide it. Eventually it was noticed though, and it landed me the name of faggot, even though I was really attracted to both. Most people just ran with what was easy, and assumed I was gay.
Well, that all changed on the vacation I took in order to liberate myself from the frenzied school kids who had nothing better to do then to mock me. I decided to go to Italy, having learned Italian in high school. I wanted to test my skills, and found myself in love with the culture. I booked the first flight I could, and left a few days after graduation. I didn't leave alone though.
My single mother, and my sister joined me in this trip, but were going to come at a later time, as my mother could not get off of work until a week later. My sister decided to wait until she could go with our mom, as she was nervous. The flight was uneventful, besides some random prick who ran into me and knocked all my stuff on the floor right before the flight. He boarded the flight while I was picking up my stuff, and I hurriedly packed everything in without paying much attention. Plane ticket in hand, I boarded myself and went to my seat.
I slept most of the way there and woke up as we neared the final thirty minutes of the flight. I used the restroom before they told us to stay in our seats. I looked into the mirror and said, "Were almost there. Just a bit farther." The petty attempt at lightening a long trip had me waddling back to my seat from sitting so long.
The flight landed successfully, and I picked the rest of my luggage up at baggage claim, eagerly awaiting arriving at the home I had rented for the summer, with a nice beach side view. I hailed a cab, and told the man my address. The scenery that passed me by was astounding to say the very least. I loved the architecture that the Italians had created, and the community seemed to be enjoying the blissfully warm night.
I arrived at the rental home, right at sunset. I could not believe the beauty that the sun created over the ocean. The rental home was stationed right on the beach, with maybe twenty to fifty feet between the feeling of concrete, and cool wet sand. It was also right next to a cliff side, that looked like a wall climbers dream.
The thought of swimming in the hopefully warm water, had me rushing into the house in order to unpack my things and find my bathing suite. I went to the base floor room, and set my stuff up on the twin bed closest to the door. The master bedroom where my mother would stay was on the second floor. My twenty year old sister would be sharing a room with me since neither of us planned to be in our rooms very much, it wasn't too much of an inconvenience.