I knew Peter was straight. The whole school knew it. Every girl in my class has reason to know it.
But I held out hope.

Peter was perfect. We were on the swim team togther.
Such a smooth chest. His goofy smile always made me cheerful.
With his short hair, a chestnut brown, and his squinty eyes , he reminded me of Leonardo De Caprio.

One day after swim practice he approached me.

“Hey Devin, can you give me a ride home? My sister wrecked my car last night. Carlos didn’t show for practice. I’d ask coach but he has his sons’ soccer practice. So can you?”, my dream guy asked me.

I stammered, ” Um sure yeah you bet.”
I was dumbfounded, flabbergasted, over joyed. It was if Edward Cullen came to life and wanted to bite me. A more perfect soul I’d never encountered.
“Thanks”, Peter said and slapped me on my bare shoulder.
I hoped he didn’t see my hardon through my swim trunks.

Peter put his arm around my shoulder, “you’re a good swimmer Dev. I like you. A lot,” Peter said, as he looked into my eyes.