Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2011 13:35:23 -0600
From: Brant Higgins <brantcock@gmail.com>
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.....


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The "fun" will pick up from here with every chapter being a new
experience. Keep reading and let me know what you think.