*****Everyone in this story is Fiction and is over the age of 18****
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Beads of sweat trickled down my face as I jogged down the lonely path. I was 30 minutes into my run with only a few feet left on the route. While on the run I thought about the events of the past weekend with Darwin. He had stayed the entire weekend. We stayed in, watched movies together, had sex, listened to a few jazz albums. It really did help me come to terms with this new life. I thought back to yesterday morning when I woke up to go to the restroom. I had slipped on underwear that I blindly picked up off the floor and went to relieve myself. When I had returned, Darwin was awake and said, "Those are mine" I had looked down and seen that they were. I remembered replying, "No wonder they felt snugger than usual." I had climbed back into bed with him and we had sex again.
I had been so lost in the memory that I didn't notice the piece of wood on the road, which caused me to trip. I landed knee first into the ground and rolled, I used my hand to stop myself from further rolling down. Turning my head in both directions, I saw no one down either side of the path. I then looked up at the injured knee and saw it was bloodied and dirty. It was just a scrape though, I had also noticed that I was erect. Quickly, I sat up and looked around again, seeing no one in sight. I sighed and grabbed my water bottle and squirted it over my wound, trying to clean it.
When I was done, I stood up slowly wincing in pain as I did. It wasn't anything too serious, I would just be limping the rest of the day. I limped my way down the path and eventually made it back to my car. Getting into the car, I sat down and looked through my stuff for my aid kit. Eventually, I found it underneath the passenger seat. I tended to the wound then drove home.
I got home ten minutes later and immediately went to the restroom, removing my clothes as I did. I took a long warm shower and when I was done, I tended to my wound once again. This time with better bandaging and alcohol, cursing when I applied the alcohol. I stepped out of the restroom and into my room to change for work. When I was done, I quickly left the house.
30 minutes later, I arrived at the school I worked at, Pasadena City College. I drove into the parking lot and parked, then stepped out of the car slowly. I retrieved my bags, locked the car and walked across the parking lot.
When I stepped onto the grass I ran into a friend and fellow teacher, Damos Khan. He was a Psychology teacher here at the school, working for about 6 years now, the same amount of time as me.
"Hey, Damian. You okay buddy?" he said with his light middle eastern accent.
"Hey. I tripped this morning during my jog. It's nothing though, just a scrape." I replied standing next to him.
"Want me to me your cane?" he said jokingly.
"Yes, please," I placed my hand on his shoulder and we walked across the grass. "So how was your weekend Damos?"
"It was fine, I and a few friends went to the football game."
"Did your team win?"
"No, we lost. It was a bummer. How was your weekend?"
"It was...interesting."
"Oh?" he said raising a brow.
"I met someone."
"I knew something was special about you today, you have like this aura. Someone got laid this weekend?"
"I don't have no stupid aura," I said raising my tone.
"So did you?"
I smirked, "Yeah,"
"Tell me the details man, how she looks?"
I gulped, "she was..." I honestly couldn't come up with the words. I mean I could have just lied and pretended I dated someone like Sofia Vergara. But I saw he was really interested and I really couldn't lie. I was never really good liar to begin with.
"Let's sit," I said pointing to the bench next to us.
We sat down with my hands resting on my lap. I turned to him, "Look, Damos, can I tell you something and you won't like laugh or anything?" I felt like I was back in high school.
"Of course friend, is something the matter?"
"No, well not entirely sure. The person I had sex with this weekend was a man."
"Damian, I didn't know..."
"I didn't know either," I interrupted. There was a brief awkward silence between us. It was as if Damos didn't know what to say. I knew his religion was strongly against homosexuality, but I knew him for some time now, he was open-minded and respected other's lives.
I continued as he sat silent. "Friday, I met up with a friend who confessed to me that he was attracted to me. We ended up having sex that day and again on Saturday, and on Sunday."
"Wow, my friend," he said leaning forward looking down at the ground. "Were you that desperate that you slept with a man?"
"Maybe, it all happened so fast. I mean, I did enjoy it. But now I'm constantly thinking about what I am now. Like if I am doing something illegal."
Damos put his hand before me, "Okay, hold on," he then leaned in closer to me and whispered, "Was it a student?" I didn't want to tell him yes for the fear of getting in trouble, but then he added, "If so, it's fine."
"Excuse me?" I said whispering back to him.
"Yeah, I mean it's not ethically right but if the opportunity arises..."
Without letting him finish I answered, "Yes, it was."
His mouth shaped a "wow"