It was a hot summer day in California; I hung with a group of friends my age all through high school. Near my house was the Sacramento River, I would go there with my friends and swim, shoot the shit and just have fun. I rode my bike over to Mike’s house I was 16 years old and Mike had just turned 17. Let’s go ride to the river. I said. Okay, Mike replied. I have to mow the yard first. I’ll help you; let’s go I said punching mike on the arm. I used the edger while Mike mowed the yard; I looked over at Mike watching his muscles ripple as he manhandled the mower, sun reflecting off his bronzed shoulders. Mike was only wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts, very short ones at that. We got to the river about 30 minutes later, parking our bikes under the big oak tree. Mike pushed me into the river when I stood too close to the edge of the rock we were on. I laughed and splashed water onto his feet before Mike jumped in with a cannonball. We swam and laughed, before climbing onto ...
By Seth Cybertar