After a while, even though I tried putting thoughts like this out of my head, I started wondering what it would be like if it was ME on my knees in front of him. Occasionally though, I’d find myself thinking about her situation – putting myself in her place – there on her knees in front of him - and thinking “what must that be like? Sometimes I’d imagine what it was like being her doing that.
Sometimes changing clothes after swimming or something, I’d look at Kevin naked and imagine that girl in front of him, on her knees sucking.Īt first, I’d picture myself in his position, looking down and picturing her working on him with her mouth and tongue thinking how good that must have felt. He loved reliving “the blowjob” and constantly re-told me the story of the girl fellating him in vivid detail. Late in his 16th year, he’d gone to a party and managed to convince an 18 yr old girl who was angry that her boyfriend had passed out in a bedroom to suck him. We were friends – best friends – and I truly admired him and in some ways lived vicariously through his successes. By the time I was 16 and he was 17, he was the most popular guy in high school and the school sports star. Where I was shy, insecure, a little overweight and not popular with the girls – Kevin had the physique, the gift of gab, and wasn’t shy. Kevin and I had been friends from about 4 th grade on.
