Something Special
Something Special
You always remember your first time. That’s what everyone says, and I think it’s true. Before my first time, my concept of sex was based on High School Sex ED., TV, movies and the occasional porno that my cousin would steal from his dad. Basically, I knew nothing. Being a male teenager is a wild time. Your hormones are raging, you are going through all these changes and you start to notice that the females in your classes are going through some changes too. You start seeing things in a different way, strange thoughts are clouding your judgment; you feel kind of awkward. For me, it started at fifteen, but I had to wait two years before I could explore these feelings further.
It was my last summer vacation; soon I would be a high school senior, and then, GRADUATION. It was a great time, I had just turned seventeen and I was partying like its 1999 …and it was. My parents were pretty relaxed with me. As long as I told them where I was going and when I would be back, I could party as much as I wanted.
I went to a house party on a Friday night in August. My friend Thomas picked me up and drove me there. As we parked the car I could already hear the music blasting from the party and see the strobe lights flashing. The house was huge, the yard was gigantic and the night was warm; as soon as we got out of the car I knew it was going to be a good night. We walked through the front door and I saw a ton of people, the place must have been at its max capacity, it was packed both inside and out.
We found our group of friends at the end of the back patio. They couldn’t wait to crack open that bottle of tequila. There were ten of us total so the bottle didn’t last long, I think I had 2 shots and the bottle was empty, so I got up and made a beeline straight for the ice chests. I opened the chest and it was full to the brim with beer (They must have just refilled it.). I reached in and grabbed the coldest one I could find and I...
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