We were sitting on the sofa, huddled in our blankets. The blizzard had knocked out the power leaving the house freezing cold and eerily dark.
The only light came from the center of the coffee table where Allen's aromatic candles were flickering from the draught of the old apartment's vents.
Allen was an eternal optimist and a hopeless romantic. He would bring guys over only after the third date and work his magic in a room filled with the scent of lavender. More often than not they would fuck him and dump him, yet it never seemed to make a dent.
"This is not how I imagined life in the City," Caleb said, his deep scowl visible despite the darkness.
"Why are you always so gloomy?" Allen asked, poking Caleb in the ribs with his elbow. "This is an adventure."
"I despise cold with all my passion!" Caleb said, his arms crossed, hellbent on being upset with the weather.
Allen's belief in positive abundance was perfectly balanced by Caleb's tendency to see danger lurking in every corner, a conspiracy behind every theory, and the potential for misery in any experience.
I had left community college with two best friends who were almost each other's opposite but I loved both of them equally.
We had been living together for a month now and I was sure that without them I would never have dared move to this wildly exciting, yet utterly daunting city.
"I have an idea," I said, pulling my covers up to my chin. "Why don't we tell each other about our first?"
"Dude, you already know far too much about Finn," Caleb said as he idly scrolled through his Instagram feed.
"Not the first guy you fucked, Caleb. I mean the first one you couldn't get out of your head, the one that became such an obsession that it physically hurt."
"Can I go first?" Allen said, enthusiastically.
"Let me guess, yours was a cutie that held your hand and sang kumbaya with you," Caleb said, playfully mocking his friend.
"Fuck you," Allen replied. He said it in such a way that it still sounded... nice.
"You wish, pretty boy."
Caleb could be a real dick sometimes.
Yes, I preferred to see the best in people but I was also once that awkward gay kid that didn't know what to do with his feelings.
Small towns could be supportive or not at all. Mine had Graham Young.
It didn't take long to understand what kind of creature he was. Graham didn't do drugs, nor raid his parent's liquor cabinet.
He enjoyed a different type of high, he was addicted to... risk.
And, there was nothing more risky for the son of the town's pastor than to be fucking the only gay kid in class.
The day Graham found me out, I thought my life was over. My parents had cut ties with one of my uncles for having a boyfriend, so I figured that I didn't stand a chance.
The kids at school probably wouldn't have cared that much but I could hardly afford to have any gossip reach my mom and dad.
After Graham caught me looking at pictures of guys in barely any clothing, my life didn't end but it did change forever.
He made me feel things that at the time I considered pure sin. What surprised me was that I enjoyed every second.
"The first guy I was addicted to, was also the one that..."
"Took your flower?" Caleb started laughing uncontrollably.
"Shut the fuck up, Caleb," Brendan said, throwing the TV remote at him.
"His name was Graham and he liked to fuck around in places where there was a high risk of being caught."
Caleb was staring at me in wonder. He probably thought that I was joking.
"We fucked in the locker room after hours, in bathroom stalls during recess, in the storage room of the library, wrapped in the curtains of the main stage, and once against a goalpost on a rainy Sunday."
"Holy shit, weren't you scared?" Caleb was no longer making jokes.
"All the time! But for Graham that was the part that made him hard."
"He wasn't gay?" Brendan asked in shock.
"Sexuality is a spectrum, Brendan. You can't judge..."
"Oh, for fucks sake! Continue, please," Caleb barked.
"Be nice!" Brendan said before climbing out from under his covers. He used his phone to light his way to the bathroom.
"Did you ever get busted?" Caleb asked, hugging his knees. I loved the fact that I had managed to surprise him.
"Don't you dare answer that question until I am back," Brendan yelled from the bathroom.
"Graham's parents made him get a job to fund his only other hobby apart from fucking me; videogames."
"Wait! I said wait!" Brendan yelled, running back to the sofa. He crawled under the covers and motioned for me to continue.
"He worked at a fast food place and he hated his boss with a capital H."
Both Caleb and Brendan were enraptured by my story and I was savouring every moment.
"He made me participate in his plan to leave a gift on the trunk of his boss's car."
"What the fuck? Really?" Caleb said, pulling a disgusted face.
"I don't know what your dirty mind conjured but he planned to leave a load of cum, well two to be exact."
"Ah, OK. I pictured worse," Caleb said with a shrug.
"Of course you did," Brendan whispered.
"I thought it was going to be nothing more than a quick jerk off but instead..."
The power suddenly came on and all the lights in the house flickered back to life. I quickly stood up to blow out my precious candles.
"Dude, what the fuck? You can't leave us hanging like this!" Brendan said, standing up to help me with the candles. He knew how important they were to me.
I sat back down, whilst Caleb rushed to the kitchen to boil water for our herbal tea. It was a tradition we hadn't been able to uphold thanks to the power cut. Just as he switched on the kettle, however, the power went out again.
"Oh, for fucks sake!" Caleb swore at the kettle. He hurried back, dropped himself in my lap, and asked, "So what did your scandalous lover do next?"
"Graham yanked down my pants, put one of my legs up on the hood, and fucked me like I'd never been fucked before."
I could feel myself get hard under the covers just remembering that day. Caleb must have noticed because he whispered in my ear, "It was the best fuck of your life, wasn't it?"
I didn't bother with an answer.
"He rammed me so hard, that I barely needed to touch myself before coming all over the back of the car. Graham was so surprised to see it happen that he didn't pull out on time to fulfill his part of the plan."
"Fuck, what a story, man!" Brendan said, sounding slightly out of breath. "I might have to go to the bathroom again but this time not to pee."
"I think it's too late for me," Caleb said. It was dark without the candles so I couldn't see if he was kidding or not.
"That's when Mr. Rand; Graham's boss, walked into the back parking lot for a smoke."
"Holy fuck! You got caught by the guy whose car you creamed?" Brandon shrieked.
"Yep," I said, popping the "p".
"Are you serious?! What a fucking nightmare!" Caleb said, half laughing.
"What did you do?" Brendan demanded, grabbing my arm.
"I didn't know that Graham had a secret ace up his sleeve," I said mysteriously. "He didn't want to use it because it could ruin the guy. Graham was many things but not malevolent."
"What the fuck was it, dude?" Caleb had gotten off my lap but still had his arm around my shoulders. The darkness was allowing for a new level of comfort among us.
"Graham carefully pulled out of me and I scrambled to pull up my pants. He just stood there, his dick still hard and dripping cum on the floor."
"He knew that his boss was cheating on his wife with one of the cashiers and threatened to expose him."
"No way," Caleb breathed.
"Mr. Rand stared at Graham for a few seconds before dropping his cigarette on the floor. He threw him the keys to his car and told him to get it washed."
"He never told anyone?" Brendan asked in incredulity.
"Nope. And Graham never told Rand's wife about the affair."
"I admit that I totally underestimated you!" Caleb said, squeezing my shoulder.
Now I felt all warm and fuzzy, Caleb never gave compliments.