Fateful Encounter

We have all had encounters that we remember and those we want to forget, but this particular one has stuck in my mind, even though I have for so long tried to put it out of my mind. However, I do periodically find myself remembering this eventful time in my life and when I slip back to when it all happened, I find myself wishing it would somehow materialize again or that I could somehow go back and relive the experience. When it does creep back into my thoughts, I find myself going back to that fateful time in my life, revisiting the experience, thinking about what actually took place but because I have mixed feeling about what happened, I eventually wish again to forget it ever happen.

It all happened around the time when I had just turned eighteen-year-old. I was tall and lanky, an athlete and at the same time a delinquent; continually skipping class to hang out with friends at the local game room by the high school. Students would visit the game room during breaks in their schedule, after school, or simply skip class. It was the place to hang out and meet up with friends anytime, even on weekends.

I was unimpressed with school and more concerned with being around friends, but at the time I didn’t have a steady girl friend. I had always been able to get a girl, and I had had several girl friends over the years, but being a rather shy young man, I was still a virgin, but that was all about to change.

As I said, I was spending a lot of time at the game room near school during the day and had started to become good friends with a man that ran the game room, and for this story, I will refer to him as John. John was probably ten or fifteen years older than me, had dark skin and dark hair, and it wasn’t until a little later that I found out he was the owner of the game room.

Everyone at the school liked hanging out up at the game room during the day and sometime, even into the evening, including me, and I really didn’t take notice of John to much at first, but I think he must have been watching me. He undoubtedly noticed how much time I was spending at the game room, and I think at some point, he must have decided to see if he could encourage me to be in a relationship with him. I really was somewhat naive and because of that I had no idea John was gay but it would soon be quite evident.

All of my interactions with John were fairly innocent. Our conversations were nothing more than asking him for change to play on the machines or the casual, “Hello” as I entered the game room, but it soon progressed to him give me free games on the pinball machines when I was hanging out there and there were occasions when a few of the older guys that worked at the game room we’re offering me pot and pills, which I eagerly accepted.

My friendship with John grew and soon he was asking me to go out for breakfast or lunch with him, which at first I was to do, but John eventually convinced me it would be ok. I liked the attention and I was actually enjoying skipping classes to hang out at the game room, even though my grades were hurting.