Acceptance

I arrived at the party two hours ago and had a bit too much to drink. Drew was already here when I arrived and had immediately pulled me away to play beer pong with him. I was supposed to be his partner and we were against a couple of his football friends.

We lost. Badly.

After the loss, a couple girls came over to us and pulled us to the kitchen. There was an area set up for body shots and we were pulled there.

Many body shots later, we separated and I found myself drunk off my ass, dancing with a girl from my physics class. My hands were on her hips as she ground her ass on the front of my black skinny jeans. We danced together to the loud music in the house.

She suddenly walked away and I saw her run into a bathroom. I would have went to check on her, but I saw her friends walk into the bathroom with her.

I was hoping to score tonight, but at this rate, that might not be happening. Oh well.

I walked into the kitchen, stumbling a little, and went to grab another beer. There were some people leaning against the counters and talking with their friends, some getting more to drink, and others just passing through. I saw Drew literally carrying a girl up the stairs as they made out and sighed.

I downed the beer and went back to the dance floor. I was dancing in a darker part of the room, my eyes closed as I danced sensually along with the music.

I was too drunk to care about the hands that landed on my hips. I just kept dancing as I felt a body press against mine. I didn’t think much of it. They seemed to be drunk as well because I could feel them lean against me a few times to stay balanced so they wouldn’t drunkenly fall onto the floor. I thought that they were probably going to just dance a little and then walk away, but I was proven wrong when I was pulled even closer and they began grinding their lower half against my ass.

Wait...

I turned my head a little and saw a guy. Since it was dark, I could only see the dark curly hair on the top of his head, and that he was almost the same height as me, but from what I could see, he was really cute.

He took the opportunity to start kissing my neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin, and I practically melted against him. All thoughts of anyone seeing us and pushing him away were forgotten once his lips met my neck. His grinding got rougher and my dick started getting harder.

He nibbled on my earlobe and whispered in my ear, “Fuck, you are so hot. I just want to fuck this ass all night long.” His words were slightly slurred, but I still understood him. I couldn’t respond. I seemed to be in a daze from the pleasure I was feeling and was trying to not let any moans slip out.

A small moan escaped when he squeezed my bulge, though. The feeling of his hard cock on my ass and his hand palming me through my jeans was incredible and if he didn’t stop soon, I would be cumming in my jeans with all these people around.

Just as I was almost on the edge, he stopped. I frowned and turned my head to look at him. I saw another guy saying something to him in his ear and then he nodded.

“Do you want to come with me and have some fun?,” he whispered in my ear and bit my earlobe again. I let out a quiet moan and nodded.

The rest of the night was a blur and I wished I could remember what happened because the next morning I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. I didn’t know where I was or how I got here.

It was obvious that I slept with someone, but I couldn’t remember who. I could barely remember the night before. Maybe when I was more awake I would remember.

I looked around the room and noticed there were a few boxes by the closet that was located across from the bed on the other side of the room. They were labeled “Atlas’s room”. Was this Atlas person who I slept with last night?

I looked beside me on the bed and my eyes widened.

Holy shit.

The person beside me was beautiful, but what sent me into shock and my body into panic mode was the fact that this person is a guy. I looked under the blanket, noticing that both of us were naked.

He was still asleep, so I slowly and carefully slipped out of the bed. I managed to get out of the bed without making any noise and looked around for my clothes.

I spotted my boxers and jeans by the end of the bed and grabbed them. I slipped them on and grabbed my shirt that was by the door. I found my socks after a few minutes of searching and put them on, along with my shoes. I checked my pockets for my phone and wallet and was relieved that they were in my pockets still.

I looked back at the bed and took a moment to look at the boy I slept with before leaving. He had a skin tone that wasn’t exactly pale, but also wasn’t sun kissed either. He had a nose ring on the right side of his nose, plump pink lips, and brown curly hair. His hair was longer on the top of his head and shorter on the sides. He had high cheekbones, and was skinny with a tad bit of muscle. I could honestly say that he was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen and I wondered what his eyes looked like.

I noticed a guitar in the corner and saw a notebook and pen on the floor beside it. I wanted to snoop a little but decided to leave instead. I opened the door slowly, peeked out into the hall and was relieved that it was empty. The house was quiet so I was assuming that it was either empty besides us, or everyone else was asleep. Considering what had happened last night, even though I couldn’t remember it in detail, I hoped the house was empty.

I quietly snuck down the stairs and managed to get out the front door without making any noise. I looked around, noticing that I was a few blocks away from my house, and began walking towards it.

When I was a block away from my house, it finally sunk in. Now that I had slept with a guy, there was no denying my sexuality. There was still a part of me that was saying it only happened because I was drunk, but if I was straight I would have pushed him away even when drunk. Right? It wouldn’t have mattered how good he felt against me. A straight guy would have pushed him off immediately.

As much as I wanted to have life just go back to how it was before, there was no way things were going to be the same.

Now I had to begin accepting the truth about myself and move forward.

What if I wanted to keep things the way they are though? Was it possible for me to just act like it never happened?

I hoped so.