goodbye, endless summer

Today was my first day of class. I know it is late, but, that's the way it goes. It was sort of surreal, this has been the most endless summer. I graduated high school over four months ago now, and today my college classes have officially started. Its a little weird. This summer was monumental for a number of reasons, some far more insignificant than others.

For one, this was my first summer of legality, that is, the first summer I was 18. This granted me an ability to access many things, an ability of which I really did not take advantage. I did, however, manage to attend porno stores with friends and once on my own (it would have been awkward buying lube with a girl friend). I'm a guy by the way, but I don't feel like giving a whole biography here.

This summer I discovered a whole slew slough slew of gay blogs which kept me entertained. I would have been FAR more bored if I hadn't found things like Life or Something Like It, Debriefing The Boys, Brent Corrigan's blog, A Gay Athlete's Life, and my two holy grails of masturbation resources, DudeTube and Gayovision. Having read these all summer, being a boy who likes boys (and girls, but for now primarily boys), and just experienced a major transition in life, I've been motivated to start writing here. Will this blog become just another place to find masturbation material? Probably not, this is more for me, both to write and to reference previous events in the future. Will I post pictures or videos of things I like, pornography included? Probably yes.

That moves to my next point: this was the summer of pornographic Veoh!, something which has come and gone. Maybe those glorious days will return, but this is not something I expect. This summer has seen a lot of online video communities... I think everybody remembers jerking off to boys dancing in their underwear on YouTube. Sites like Veoh and DailyMotion allowed for more explicit media, which I certainly enjoyed. After Veoh's demise, xtube and pornotube began to take off, at least in my life. Pity that they really aren't of the same caliber as YouTube, though xtube is turning out well. Maybe the timing isn't totally accurate here, but I'm chronicling my summer as I care to.

This was a summer that I worked. I worked last summer and during the school year, all at the same store, but not like I did this summer. I finally got my promotion from Cashier to Customer Service Staff -- I started as a bagger last summer, clearly, I was going places in the company, haha. I worked at least 30 hours a week, usually more, which is a lot for a teenager on his senior summer, but as a boy who likes to buy things, it worked out well. That job meant a lot to me and it was REALLY weird to leave it behind, I had been there something like 16 months. It was my first and only job. It wasn't anything special, it was actually a pain in the ass most of the time, but it took care of my need to keep busy. I had my fun, and some nice paychecks, which I didn't really need but it built up my savings.

I got a new car at the very end of the school year. I already had a car, but it was a classic car and looked beautiful but did NOT run well in the heat of the summer, the air conditioning left much to be desired, and was really only good for local driving to school and work. My new car is gorgeous and was perfect for summer; finally I could drive anywhere -- my previous means of transportation were somewhat limited. I took advantage of this and did a lot of aimless driving, particularly into the late hours of night which were actually the very early hours of morning. I suddenly didn't have a curfew and I enjoyed this.

This was a summer of independence. I still lived with my parents, but they both work, and with my busy work and social schedules, I rarely saw them. This may be terrible, but that was really nice. I was able to support my social and retail financial needs, which was very satisfying. I did pretty much whatever I wanted, and I loved it. Life with minimal constraints for the first time was a huge deal and very enjoyable. In another sense of independence, I started doing more and more things on my own. I was pretty much the last of my friends to leave for school, so for the last few weeks, I had few friends in the area. This had its pros and cons of course, but one of my very best friends was there until the end, there were many good times.

This summer marked most of my life's sexual experiences. Lacking self-confidence among other things, high school was a time mostly of celibacy. I experimented with a guy I thought I was friends with a few times, but that was it. Then, I discovered was ballsy enough to start using Craigslist. Well, I actually only hooked up with three guys I met on there, but still, there was discourse that never panned out with some others. Two of the guys I hooked up with I am not proud of, they were older and it was just gross, but got me off. Fortunately I got more picky reasonably quickly, the last guy was definitely out of my league, he was this really cute boy only a few years older than I am. He had an accent which was HOT, apparently it was Israeli, which is not an accent I was familiar with. He had this beautiful creamy complexion, a cute face with cute hair, and a slim but well-toned body (my favorite type). He was the first time I kissed a guy, made out with a guy, did more than just get off. It was really good. Then at the end I drove him to class, which turned out to be FLIGHT SCHOOL and he had this pilot's uniform and it was soooo fucking hot. I definitely have a pilot/stewardess fetish, weird as that may be. Best part is, during the car ride, there was conversation that was not awkward. I actually felt good after that experience.
More recently, the very weekend before I moved, I drove up to a college a couple hours from home for a friend, "Mike", who was celebrating his 21st birthday. Mike is gay, still knew me as heterosexual up to that night, and we have been friends since I was a freshman in high school (when he was a senior). We're not close, but we keep in touch. It was a good party, largely because I hardly knew anyone there but got along with them all. After a number of drinking games and other hijinks, at around 3:00 in the morning, this boy Brendan wanted to go swimming. I came, so did Chris and Mike. All of them are gay. Not expecting to go swimming, none of us were dressed for the occasion, so we went in our underwear.
Realizing we were alone in the pool, Brendan decided it would be more comfortable sans-boxers, so then all of a sudden there was a naked boy in the pool. Then two, then three, then four naked boys alone in the pool. Nothing happened at first, but we were all much more comfortable physically, and soon enough we were all comfortable mentally. Now, its around 3:30 a.m. in a chilly pool and we needed to warm up, so we gradually moved in closer and closer. I'm hard as a rock at this point, the other boys probably were too. We were all pretty close together after a little while, like close enough for four hard dicks to touch.
All of a sudden, I felt something good and Brendan was like "Yeah, I just grabbed your penis." I was like "That's cool..." I'm sure there was other touching and groping going on under the water, but at that point, all inhibitions were gone, and we had to relieve the tension by making out together. It was too weird for Mike and I to do anything to each other, I mean, we had been friends for a number of years, but we did kiss a little, and we may have jerked each other off a bit, but there were way too many penises in close proximity to know who was who. I did a lot more than kiss the other two though! Getting head under water was a new and wonderful experience. So is making out with one boy, getting sucked by another, meanwhile jerking off both of them, and not worrying about gravity because people float in water.
We were getting cold though, so we moved the party inside. Mike had to keep playing host to the rest of the people at the party, so the drunken pool orgy turned into less drunk but much more intense threesome, and since I hadn't known either of THEM for four years, it wasn't awkward at all. Brendan was the first to get off, he gave a pretty nice cumshot all over my shot and Chris's. We moved to the shower to clean off a bit, that was where we both got off. Our shots were decent, but due to large amounts of alcohol, not as nice as they could have been. After all was said and done, most of the people were gone including Brendan, but I spent the night and so did Chris, and this was Mike's apartment so he lived there.
The next morning was good and not awkward for me. We all watched TV together, and Chris and I sat with each other, and my head was on his lap and he kept playing with my hair, then our hands felt each other's, but hands wander, and there was lots of body contact and touching. Mike had to go do something, so Chris and I had the apartment to ourselves. We were both sober of course at this point, so the sex was far more intense. He didn't have a problem that I didn't want to fuck (I'm a virgin) which was definitely a good thing. He was a cute eastern European type, a little bit shorter than me, white skin and dark hair, and he was very complimentary and into pleasing me first, which was VERY enjoyable. I'm getting hard thinking about it. He kept telling me how hot I was, which is always nice to hear especially during sex. At the end, I was on my back on the floor and he was on top of and facing me, he got me off and I shot a huge load on my chest, then I got him off with an also huge load, leaving more cum all over my torso. It was HOT. We showered off (I needed it), got dressed, said our goodbyes, and there was a goodbye kiss at my car. He had told me I have an unusual way about kissing that was driving him crazy... that was also nice to hear. It was a good, very sexual, weekend, and a nice way to start the end of summer.

This was the first summer after high school. I know that's obvious, but its a really big deal, and a weird feeling to know I would never have to go back to that place. I remember my last day vividly, walking through the rotunda and waving goodbye. It was sad, yet exciting. Very emotional. The one day I visited just a couple weeks ago was extremely surreal, much like walking through a movie. I knew I didn't belong there anymore.

This was the summer of the big move. I grew up east of the Mississippi, and here I am now, at a west coast school. Most of my friends stayed in state or at least east coast. I have NO ONE here, and it is amazing, only a little depressing. I'm happy to meet new people, sort of start over I guess. I can be more open about my sexuality here, but I don't plan on rubbing it in everyone's faces. I haven't explicitly told anyone (except for the guy I hooked up with at a party earlier this week) about my sexual preferences, but my Myspace and Facebook both say I'm interested in men and women. Maybe for coming out week I'll be more active about this, but I'd rather not make it a big deal, because it isn't.

This has been the longest summer of my memorable life. If I'd had to go back to high school, classes would have started almost two months ago. I wore contact lenses for the first time. I went shopping a LOT. I moved over 2000 miles away. It was amazing, but I have to acknowledge that it has finally come to an end, and the rest of my life has started. Summer of '06 will remain always in my heart. Goodbye, endless summer.