Summer of discontent

I never considered having sex with guys. The first guy I had a fantasy about, or more accurately, the first time I wanted to have sex with a guy was the drummer of the band I had been in. I was 17 or 18 and drinking and d**gging all the time as much as I could. Me and John hated each other. He was a little feminine in his demeanor but I never suspected he was into guys. He was mean as fuck in a sinister kind of way. I was always more explosive in my attacks. We fucked each others girlfriends and were generally shitty people. That summer. I was fucking my 16 year old stepsister, a girl who was modeling for an agency in Manhattan, her best friend and her best friends sister . I fucked 4 different girls that summer and got 2 of them pregnant. I was fucking anyone who looked at me wrong. I was causing all kinds of drama and chaos. John revealed to someone that his high school math teacher had tried seducing him or more to the point, tried explaining to him that he was probably gay and should explore the possibility. Surely the teacher had ideas about who John was to be exploring with. John was full of shame about the ordeal and I loved that he was suffering. I can't know why, but the whole affair sparked something in me. And though I would have died before I let anyone know I had fantasies about guys, the seed had been planted in my mind. I started thinking about having sex with John. I didn't know it at the time but I am sure it was another way to dominate him and win some battle. I was becoming obsessed with him making me cum. One drunk night I actually tried to find him to somehow get him to have sex. I was probably very lucky I didn't find him. He would have used that as blackmail I am sure...