When I went to Spain last summer, I meet a hot college guy by the name of Andrew. He lives in Madrid and is twenty-two years old and a bisexual like I was. After we got to know each other better, Andrew knew that I was a soccer player for my high school team back in New Mexico.
He invited me to play with his team during one of their practice sessions. It was actually a lot of fun. Andrew's teammates were all really good. They split into two groups to play against the other. I felt out of place playing as the youngest guy there at age eighteen, but they didn't mind.
After the game, I was invited to join some of Andrew's teammates in going out drinking. It was fun and I had a good time. Slowly, his teammates left one by one. They had dates or a party to go. That left Andrew and me. We had several beers and talked.
