Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2011 13:35:23 -0600 From: Brant Higgins Subject: Stepping Into The Spotlight - Chapter 2 Non-sexual stuff with me back then was kinda normal teen guy stuff. For sports, I played soccer. Was damn good too. Always center or left mid-field cause I could and run and run. I had strong, powerful legs and great stamina. I always started and frequently played almost all the game. I scored as many goal as some of the strikers and had the speed to chase down the man with the ball. In school I was a pretty good student. It wasn't very hard for me to get A's and B's without trying very hard. My folks were a little disappointed at times cause they thought I should be doing a little better, but I graduated with about a 3.5 GPA so it was pretty hard for them to complain too much. I kinda hung out with everyone. Some of the jocks, some of the non-jocks. I was never really into the "have to hang out with your own kind" scenes which honestly probably ended up hurting my social life more than helping it because it seemed like the jocks thought I didn't want to hang out with them cause I had other friends and the non-jocks thought I would want to hang out with the jocks. Although I was a starter and lettered my junior year, soccer just doesn't put you in the same league as football or basketball. Like I said before, my home life was my mom and my step-dad. My dad lived in the same town and I saw him about half the weekends. My brother was away at college and during the summers worked somewhere else. We were never particularly close so his being gone was just more attention for me and someone had already softened the rules for me to break so overall all was fine with me there. I was interested in girls, but mostly curiousity. Guys bodies just seemed more interesting and enjoyable to look at, plus I just got along with them better. To this day I don't call myself entirely gay, but I still definitely prefer guys. Some gay guys are like "eeeewww" with women, but I like tits and the softness of a woman's skin as I run my hands over it. Making out while screwing feels good and the way some women moan during an orgasm is a satisfying sound to hear. I now joke with people that when in college you hear guys say "I was drinking and kinda fooled around with a dude" I now say "I was drinking and kinda fooled around with a girl". I did date girls in high school. I loved to hang out and do some kissing. I would get aroused and feel their breasts and do my best to get them to put their hand on my chest, then slowly nudge their hand lower, hoping they would grab at my crotch which I was playing with their tits. The first girl who made me cum was rubbing me outside when I told her she could put her down in my underwear if she wanted. She did and in mere moments I blew in my pants. Fortunately she had jerked a few guys off before and wasn't as freaked by it. Her hand was a complete mess when it came out and my shorts were absoutely soaked. I so wanted her to see it and play with it and see me, but we were taking a chance cause we were at her house and her family was around. Really she wasn't my type anyway and after that evening we didn't go out again. Prom of my senior year brang my first experience "having sex". My date came over to my dad's place for dinner and we did it after we ate as part of one of my "shows". I had bought a new Speedo to show off for her. I remember calling her from store I bought it at to ask if the color was cool with her. Obviously this was somewhat pre-arranged. Years later my dad told me he had found the Speedo that night - cool of him to no bust me with it then, huh? That's should round out the base for this story. I went to college the next year, excited for the freedom and opportunities it would bring me. I would also be a place where my desires to showoff would develop. So...on to college..... *********************************** The "fun" will pick up from here with every chapter being a new experience. Keep reading and let me know what you think.