Gay Teen Meets Stranger At Park

It was nearing the end of the summer before my senior year of high school and a few of my friends who had just graduated invited me to come along with them to the public pool at the park in our town. I thought it would be fun, and besides, it was probably going to be that last time that all of us would be together for a while. One of them was going to the community college here in town, and the other two were going to college out of state. So, wanting to spend what remaining time I had left with them, I decided to go.
We spent the day at the crowded pool, splashing and dunking each other and just having a good time. It was at least four hours before we decided to get out and, by that time, the pool was considerably less crowded. There were only three girls that looked as if they could be new freshmen this year, and a guy that looked about my age. We got out and started to walk back to the locker room before I realized I had forgotten something.
“Damn it,” I said, “I forgot to grab a towel when I left home.”
“You can use mine,” was my friend Connor’s response.
“Like I want to do that. I have no idea where it’s been… or what’s been on it,” I said jokingly but seriously at the same time. “I’ll just sit here and air dry for a little bit.”
“Ok, see you Jase,” my friends replied (Jason is my name, but they call me Jase).
As my friends headed back to the locker room to change, I searched for a chair in a relatively sunny area so I could dry off faster. I found one and sat down as I watched the...