Soft. Soft yet harsh. Now grey again. Grey. Dawn. Dawn is grey... Dawn is a pale hint in the eastern sky, fortelling of a day blanketted with clouds, ...nd again devoid of the warmth of the sun. I sit waiting, as I have for the past three hours, with teeth clenched against the arctic-like winds that gnaw at my feet and hands and bite at my exposed cheeks. That I would be here at all, or atleast in this position, never entered my mind until that news flash last April... The six of us had been. Then she told me that the footballs are in the other balcony so I went to take it but there were none. So I came back & said that there were no footballs and more of her cleavage was being shown with her black bra and its strip, she was looking damn hot. With a surprised look that the balls weren’t there she came near me to check it herself but instead of checking the balls, she took my both hands and placed it on her boobs and said here are the two footballs.I immediately understood her plot. Darrell rubbed himself in my crack. He asked one more time if I wanted it. His cock swelled up, it felt so heavy as he let it rest on my backside. I said yes into the mattress, my face buried down into it. Darrell pushed his tip down into the entrance of my hole. Then in one swift motion, Darrell plowed all the way into me. It felt like a punch in the gut, the air in my lungs left me as I screeched outloud. My legs kicked down on the mattress. Darrell paused after full penetration until I. I frowned. What the fuck was with me? I didn’t like guys, and I definitely was as straight as they came. I shook off the thoughts, helping him out of his car and into mine. I promised to pick up his Honda later this morning, and he just smiled again. The ride was short as I drove back to my place, making small talk along the way. I learned that his name was Jace, and that he liked the Arctic Monkeys. Not much came out of him other than that. During the ride, I kept glancing over at him, staring.