All through high school my best friend Paul and I were inseparable. We would go everywhere together, do everything together, it was like the goddamn Wonder Years before Winnie got all weird. My parents were convinced Paul was gay – and he was a little effeminate but definitely not gay – but we let my folks think that because it gave him a full pass to stay over and hang out all the time. Hell, he used to come on family vacations with us and my parents didn’t think twice about us sharing a bed.
After we graduated we both started at the local college and had plans to transfer elsewhere later, but we were still living out our party years. We were both part of the local fest and rave scene and did a ton of molly and partying. We ended up fooling around a lot during that time, but we were always friends first.
Our sophomore year of college I asked Paul what he wanted for his birthday and he said it sounded crazy but he wanted to go to this private swingers club. He’d read all about it online and was dying to see what it was really like – he’d also been lurking in /r/swingers and was totally obsessed and sending me swingers porn all the time. To be honest, he just wanted to see people have sex in front of him without having to hide.