Silver Lining

I went to the employee male locker room. I grabbed my stuff and keys and closed the door. When I did, I saw Atticus talking to two other guys, all changing. I blushed.

"Hey Silver, you going to the party tonight?"

Oh that's right. I chose not to be on the team after tryouts that day, Atticus on the other hand also made the team and crushed it in the water. He was so fast in the water they called him Silver our freshman year. The name stuck. Dammit.

"Yeah, man. I need to get a little drunk."

I heard them go into the showers. I have not showered in a locker room since the incident. I quickly gathered my things and walked to my car. The drive home didn't take too long, five minutes at the most. I walked inside and headed up to my room.

"Mom, Dad?"

"Yeah, hon," came my mom's reply.

"I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going out tonight."

"Okay, just take your phone in case of emergency!"

To say my parents were cool would be a huge understatement. They once sat me down and told me that when they were in high school they made a lot of mistakes. They also had a lot of fun. They knew I needed to learn and make my own mistakes, but at the same time they were not going to be hypocritical by telling me that I couldn't do the things they had done when they were in school. We had great respect for each other.

I undressed throwing my lifeguard gear in the hamper and walked into the shower and turned the water on. I was proud of my body. I was in pretty good shape. Through the years, I've had a couple of girls come my way and make themselves "available". I am always flattered but turn them down graciously. I know this sounds self-absorbed, but thinking about my body always gets me hot.

I don't think of myself as hot, but the work that it took to get me here is what turns me on. To think that I did it on my own. My cock had sprung to life so I started stroking. I took the shower head off and pointed it toward my balls. The spray of the water always makes me jump when I do that. So. Fucking. Good.

I am not cut, so I love to feel my skin go back and forth. When I slide it all the way back, exposing my sensitive head, some of the water from the shower head sprays against the back where the skin meets the head. It sends shivers down my spine. I only last for about five more strokes and then the shower is filled with my moans and cum.

I finish getting cleaned up and dry off. I look in my mirror looking at my body. I do not have the average swimmer’s slim body. My shoulders are broad and I have more muscle making me look a little more “full”. I choose a simple black button-up shirt that hugs my biceps appropriately without making me look like too much of a tool. The jeans I pick are a little faded and I pick some black boots (not cowboy boots) to finish my look.

I head back to the bathroom to put some gel in my hair. I always keep my hair a little short but enough that I can style it to my liking… which is usually slightly spiked… like Atticus. I head downstairs, tell my parents bye, and grab my keys

When I get to the house, the party is in full swing.

“Jeremy!”

I immediately smile. I didn’t even have to turn around to know who was calling my name.

“Hey, Kyle!”

Kyle Denman was my best friend. She was the only other person besides Atticus that knew my secret. People still suspected about me since I had never officially had a girlfriend, but I think most people just assumed after a while that Kyle and I were a thing.

“So glad you’re here. Let’s get drinks.”

Kyle was always wanting to get right to the point. She was always fun to be around. Where there was Kyle, fun times were never far away.

Within 10 minutes Kyle had poured 10 shots for me and 10 for her. It didn’t hit me at that moment. Kyle was my best friend, but she would go hard. After my tenth shot I decided to go a little easier, especially since all the shots were cheap vodka. I knew it would end up sneaking up on us so I chose to stick with beer the rest of the night.

I totally respect the people that say, “I don’t party because I don’t see the fun in drinking and then waking up sick the next morning.”

While that is true, the drinking part is what’s fun. Being with your friends is what’s fun. I don’t think anyone would say “I’m drinking just so I can get sick in the morning.” It’s probably a total millennial thing to say, but we drink for the “here and now” and accept the fact that it comes with a price later.

I played a couple of rounds of beer pong and then decided to just chill outside on the steps. That’s when I saw him. Atticus Jameson. Looking as devilishly handsome as ever. He looked like the stereotypical jock this evening. Backwards cap, letterman’s jacket, and jeans torn at the knee. He was sitting up against his car and his girlfriend was standing in front of him… yelling.

I could tell he wasn’t hearing one word of what she was saying. He was obviously wasted. I guess she realized she wasn’t getting anywhere so she ended up storming off. Atticus threw his cup down on the ground and started walking down the dirt road.

Viscount Peak is a semi-small country town in Texas which means a lot of dirt roads that no one knows where they lead to. Even though he hadn’t spoken to me in a couple of years, I decided to follow him just so he wouldn’t get into trouble. I kept my distance though. I had never been around drunk Atticus and if his father was any indication, I didn’t want to be.

We walked for about 10 minutes. He stopped once and threw up and then resumed. The trail we were going down was heavily wooded by cedar trees, I heard several times when Atticus’s jacket would brush against the rough cedar brush. Finally, the trail led out to a small cleared out area with a small pond. Atticus sat on the ground roughly. I stopped, staying behind in the woods. Watching.

The light from the moon hit the water of the bond giving it a calming silver color. From where I was standing the light also gave Atticus’s profile sharp lines that made him even more attractive. I saw him as he clutched the earth below him so harshly that his knuckles began to whiten. He started grabbing rocks and hurtling them into the water, shouting all the while.

Then my text alert went off. Fucking awesome. Especially since it was the text alert from Star Wars, the ewok. It was from Kyle wondering where I went. I silently cursed her and sent her back a reply that I was fine. I looked back up and almost jumped out of my skin. Atticus was standing two feet away looking directly at me.

“Jeremy? What the fuck are you doing here?”

I was so alarmed that I just now saw the trail of tears under his eyes shining brightly under the moonlight.

“I.. uh.. I…”

“Leave me alone, queer.”

I know his words shout have hurt me, but they didn’t. I could see he was in pain. If anything this was Atticus trying to push me away just like what he used to do after his mom passed away.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh yeah?”

He took two quick steps to where I was and grabbed me by my shirt.

“Look fag, I don’t want you here. There’s a reason I haven’t spoken to you for all this time, so leave before I beat your ass.”

I looked at him with sympathy. “Atticus, what’s wrong?”

Maybe it was because we hadn’t spoken in so long, maybe it was because I called him by his actual name instead of that stupid nickname, but he let me go and crumpled back to the ground.

“My dad kicked me out of the house tonight. That’s how I got this.”

He looked up and showed me a black eye. How did I not notice it?

I sat down on the ground with him and positioned myself in a way that let him know I was ready to listen.

“I’m drunk so I’m not going to remember what I tell you, so what the hell…. I like cock.”

I think I did an excellent job at keeping myself calm.

“Oh?” I said. Fucking pathetic. Oh? Who the hell says “Oh” after someone tells them that they are gay.

Atticus laughed at my reaction and then the very next instant, he passed out. Wow what a turn of events. Everything happened so quick and in such a random way I was beginning to think I had whiplash. Now here I was with Atticus, the fixation of my rampant teenage sexual fantasies, lying in front of me. I blushed at the thoughts that started racing through my head, but I quickly pushed them out. Before anything, Atticus was my friend. Even if he hadn’t spoken to me for years. I decided I would give him the next day to explain it all to me. All I had to do now was haul him back to my car and get him in a bed… that I so wanted to be in with him.