Go to his party

"I'll go." You say. His hand still on your shoulder gives a little squeeze as if it was a “thank you”, before he gives directions, “My house. We start at 5.” Without time to ask questions he turns and bounds away.

Sherman is a nice guy, despite that he may be plotting to undress you. He’s got short brown hair, kept loose around his temples. His face is square and has a dotting of facial hair above his lip and on his chin. Normally you wouldn't notice, but above his nose his skin is a rosey color as if he were constantly cold. He’s pretty hefty too. Bigger than you, but smaller than most football guys. He’s not chubby though.

Dirty thoughts pass through your mind. Being homosexual where you live is not unheard of. But it is uncommon. So to you, the thought that there are enough guys hanging with each other to make a party is exiting.

You fantasize about who could be there. Mostly going through the sport teams.

The time soon comes, school is over, and most everyone is going home.