Lonerism10901, Author at NSFW story

If you haven’t read Part One, you can [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oy7d4l/summer_nights_part_1/).

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We didn’t talk about what happened that night for several days. But maybe after a week, I got a text from Dylan in the middle of a hot afternoon.

DYLAN: Hey man, my parents are gone again. Want to come over?

There was no doubt to his meaning. Saying his parents were gone “again” showed what was on his mind. I don’t remember what I was doing at the time–probably watching TV or playing a video game–but I was now both half-hard and nervous. Was I, were we, going to do it again? What did that mean? I had thought it over since it happened, but I had decided to pretend that it was nothing more than harmless fun. We were tipsy, horny, hormonal teenagers: this stuff just happens, right? I didn’t consider myself gay. Eighty percent of my day was probably spent thinking about hooking up with girls. It’s hard to really put myself back into the state of my mind at the time, but there was no denying the physiological reaction: my body wanted to go to his house, even if I felt some hesitation over the implications of what it meant for me and my identity. Read more »

We were young, just out of high school. I wouldn’t say I was particularly good friends with Dylan, in that I never called him my best friend or, for that matter, even a close friend. He could be awkward, socially, and never quite fit in with my main group of friends. But we lived near to each other, saw each other frequently, and did plenty of activities together over the years growing up. To give a visual, at the time, I was about 160 or so pounds, dark brown hair and green eyes, tall and slim. He was thinner and shorter than me, blondish-brown hair and blue eyes. I played soccer and ran cross country. We had, at first, played soccer together, but he’d stopped playing sometime around sophomore or junior year. Read more »