I spent a good part of my senior the year in college partying with friends into the wee hours of the night. We'd drink shots of vodka, and later sneak to clubs for beer and dancing, aided by my friend's cousin who worked in one of the best places where we would try to pick up college girls. On one of the nights I went to the club with two guys, one was James, a close friend; the other was a guy from school that I barely knew. I'd thought that he was cute and a bit quiet. His name was Richard and he didn't act the same way as other guys, he seemed focused and in a way, quite serious and beyond his years. He intrigued me so much that I found myself thinking of him in a way that bothered me. I'd think about what it would be like to kiss him, smell him, rub up against his skin, put my hand in his pants, or have his in mine. I'd look at porn on my laptop and think of him causing me to get very hard and in a way it made me feel both excited and a bit of sha
By Seth Cybertar