My senior year of high school i was definitely curious. I still dated and messed around with girls, but boys had my attention also. Being 18 as a senior was cool and I was ready to start working.
One of my moms friends wad headed out of town for a week and asked my mom if I could stay over and help with the pets and mail. My mom volunteered me of course.
The awesome thing was they had a hot tub in their backyard, which I didn't know until i went over to get my directions.
I made myself at home the next day taking stock of the TV, sound system and alcohol closet. And the latter seemed fully stocked.
The second night I was there I invited my buddy Tom over. Tom was 19 and probably a bit too into guys to be straight. He came over after he got off work and would stay a couple days with me. Seemed like a good idea.
Tom was a swimmer - tall and lean. Tan and blond, about my height at 6 feet. We'd been friends several years. Back then there was a porn magazine called "Options". Basically it was erotic stories about gay and lesbian hookups. I was an avid reader and come to find out so was Tom. Thus the invitation.
Now I certainly had no plan or no idea how things would play out. I sure knew how I'd hoped things would go - but the stars would have to align almost perfectly.
They didn't have a pool - just a hot tub under a gazebo. That's where my plan would be put into place.
Tom made it over about 7 and brought sandwiches for dinner. We scarfed those and drank what we found in the alcohol closet. Neither of us were beer fans so we tried some of the harder stuff. None of it was good but my goal was to get him buzzed - and me too.
We found the Patron bottle and that seemed like the lesser of all the evils. The dark alcohol burned pretty good going down and I wasn't a fan. So Tequila it was.
And it certainly did its job. We added a bit of 7 up to make it even the slightest bit tolerable. After 4 each we were feeling no pain.
The heat of the hot tub coupled with the alcohol coupled with my desire made me much more brave than I normally would have been.
He asked if we were going to go into the hot tub and I slow played it but eventually saying yes. Yes was the plan the whole time.
We both went and changed - which seemed to take a lot longer due to me having issues with my balance and finding the hole for my left leg in the swimsuit.
We both put a bit more Patron into our red solo cups and made our way outside. He was a bit stockier than me - not fat by any means but definitely broader shoulders with defined muscles. But not too much.
