Patty and Tara were members of a co-ed frat that was hosting a party for Tara, and they invited me to help celebrate the big day. I was out to Patty and Tara, and it was fantastic to be welcomed with open arms by so many of their friends. We would start the night at the frat house, where there was plenty of booze and beer to be had. It was also the first time I would be introduced to the Jell-O shot, and the first time I would be introduced to Tara and Patty’s frat brother Joe. He was serving the Jell-O shots, and because it was my birthday as well, he took particular interest in me and made sure I got the flavor of my choice whenever a new batch of shots was brought out. We were all pretty much past the point of no return on the drinking front when midnight struck; Tara and I could officially get into the bars without the use of chalk or our siblings’ ID. We would bar hop from towny bar to college bar and back again. We only had two hours to party, so we had one drink at every bar in town before the bars closed at 2:00 a.m. It was the last call at God knows what bar we ended up at, and Joe had been a trooper hanging out with Patty, Tara, and me the whole night, buying us drink after drink. It was just about when the bar’s lights were due to come up, and someone announced that there were bubbles in the town square’s bear fountain. I was trashed, grabbed Joe by the hand, and said, “Hey, let’s play in the bubbles.” When we got to the fountain, it was, in fact, full of bubbles. Well, I was feeling no pain and decided to disrobe and jump in the fountain with just my undies on. I was drunk, not stupid, and I knew if I got caught without clothes on in the town fountain, I could get in real trouble. Joe quickly got me out of the fountain as we heard a police siren in the distance, I grabbed my clothes, and Joe and I ran. We ended up on campus in the quad surrounding the dorms when Joe grabbed my hand and asked if I wanted to see the new sports arena that had just opened. I was game and told him to lead the way. I thought we would walk around the building and end up back with Patty and Tara at the frat house, where the after-hours party was being held. Much to my surprise, the gate to the field was closed but unlocked. We opened the gate and walked onto the field. The grass was firm underfoot, and it began to rain at just the moment when Joe grabbed me by the hand, pulled me close to him, and passionately kissed me right there on the 50-yard line. I was stunned; I was able to mumble the first words that came to my mind, “Are you gay?” He responded by kissing me again, and this time harder and with greater force. I guess I did not need an answer, so I just continued to kiss Joe in the pouring rain on the 50-yard line. We would end up nude, having heated, aggressive, and powerful intercourse that night in the rain
It took me a while to recover from all the drinking, but I did and was back at it the next night, only this time with my good friend Matt. He was a trooper and was dealing with a massive sun burn and sun poisoning, but he still made it a point to make my birthday special. We went bar hopping, and by 2:00, when the bar lights came on, I was making out with a random boy on the pool table. It was a good night, all in all.