Well, yesterday, I went to Adam's house to watch the recording of our musical. It was nice. The video quality was pretty uch crap, but the sound was amazing. He smacked me everytime I covered my ears, though. I can't help it that the sound of my own voice makes me want to die. I just avoid hearing it at all costs.
Anyway, I WAS the only one he invited over. Not just from the cast, but out of everyone. It was wierd. Not even his parents/younger siblings were home. And I was right. He came onto me. I don't know what it is with where I live. So many of the jocks like to experiment. ((NOT saying it's a bad thing!)) But none of them want to go farther.
About halfway through the second act, where the action kicks in, he puts his hand on my leg. My peripheral vision SUCKS, [[which would prolly explain why I keep failing my driving test]] but I can feel him staring at me. I'm too nervous to look, but too curious to stay focused on the show. I mean, I've performed it a hundred thousand times, it feels like, why would I choose to watch IT over Adam?
After about a minute, the heat from his gaze is too much for me. I turn and as I do, his lips connect with mine. I back off and say the usual: "What are you doing?"
"You're gay, aren't you?"
"Duh."
"Then what's wrong? I ain't your type?"
"No, you are. But I want to know what you are doing."
"I dunno. Trial and error, I guess.."
"Okay."
Like I said before, muscles are my weakness. He's got 'em. And that was that. I mean, we did other stuff, but nothing I can put here. And it was just an experiment, like I thought. He hadn't planned on going further. Oh well. It was a hot little excursion. He offered to pay me, but I flipped the ******** out. I'm not a prostitute. But, I did accept a free recording of our production: The Scarlet Pimpernel.
~Odd
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