1. Effortless Cool Pt. 1


    Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: ChrisAlmonds, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    I stumbled a little as I made my way up the stairs in my house. It was somewhere around 3 am– or wait, it must have been later, because I remember laughing heartily while taking a bong rip at 4:20 am– either way, it was really late, and I was very drunk and very high. It was also the last day of winter break, so in only a few hours I would have to wake up and head to my dear old high school for a long day of trying to keep my eyes open. The only reason I hadn’t come home to a pair of very pissed off parents waiting for me was that as of now I was a second semester senior, a careless being with no responsibilities whatsoever, and today was my birthday. I was 18, an adult! I face planted on the floor outside of my room as I tripped on the last step, bruising both my adult face and adult ego. I carefully opened my door and went inside, rubbing my nose and hoping I hadn’t disturbed anyone. I turned on my lamp and undressed, wobbling precariously as I did so. I caught a glimpse of myself in my full length mirror as I was in the midst of trying to yank my sock off, and paused my struggle to look at myself with the elastic part of the sock still midway around my foot. I thought I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. I was about 5’11 (rounded, not truncated) and was fairly in-shape despite not exercising, a habit I hoped to pick up before college, although I guess having to bike everywhere because I didn’t have a car had helped. I had fairly short, messy brown hair, a defined ...
    jawline with a less defined bit of stubble that I rubbed contemplatively, and bright green eyes that I had been told were ‘cool as fuck’ by a very stoned girl I met once. I grinned, pointed at my reflection and tried to say something witty, clever, and inspiring that would define the rest of the year. It ended up coming out as, “Chris, you’re” and then deteriorating into a jumble of sounds that culminated in a long, drawn out yawn. Alright subconscious, I can take a hint. I tugged my boxers down and kicked them into the large tower of dirty laundry I was constructing (tentatively named Babylon Pt. 2), then flopped down into bed. “I’m pretty cool,” I thought to myself, somewhat narcissistically, as I drifted off to sleep. * * * I woke up to find myself lying naked in the middle of a road that stretched out in either direction as far as the eye could see across the rocky, desert-like landscape I found myself in. Looked like Arizona, or Utah maybe? Not really sure. Either way, I should have been badly burned from lying down buck-naked on the black asphalt baking under the sun, but instead I actually felt really comfortable. When I put a hand down to help push myself up, it sank in and I realized the ground was Tempurpedic. So, at this point, I realized I was dreaming. That took away most of my worries, although this was definitely the most lucid dream I had ever had. It was kind of crazy how realistic everything was, with minute details like scratches or tire marks present on the ...
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