then felt my lips close around it as it entered my mouth. I felt myself tilt my head back… I was looking up at him, just like that girl had been… our eyes locked… I felt my mouth open. Even I realized there was now no turning back now. I stayed kneeling, staring intently at his crotch as his cock began a rapid growth from semi hard to fully erect. You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?” said softly “It’s ok… take a deep breath…. My head was swimming at this point… thinking “HE MEANS IT”… it all became rather dreamlike. In my naïve way, I had not expected this. He stepped over in front of me nude, got directly in front of my face. it wasn’t shock, it was more of contentment and satisfaction – he knew this day was coming.
This time I thought “wonder what he’d do if I really knelt?” I suddenly felt myself go to my knees. One day after swimming, he kidded me again about kneeling. staying nude longer, chuckling when he’d catch me looking – often “joking” by saying “oh come over here and kneel and get a closer look”. The more he talked about it, the more I thought about it. eventually the kidding went to talking about “when” (instead of "should") I finally knelt, saying it with a confidence that he believed it would happen with certainty. After that, he’d frequently “kid” me about how I should kneel. Kevin sensed something in me though – even before I realized it – as he later told me, once I admitted wondering about it, he started thinking it would be a “neat challenge” to see if he could convince me to go from “wondering” to “trying”. similar to one guy saying “suck my dick” to another. Quite honestly, I figured it was guy talk. “Only one way to know for sure”, he said. I admitted that I did “wonder” about it… what it was like for her. you HAVE thought about it, haven’t you?”, he commented after seeing my expression “Can you imagine what that was like for her? Kneeling with her head tilted up, looking up at me as my pants fell that night and I plunged it into her mouth?”, he said to me in his room one day while changing after swimming. Besides, I thought – Kevin would never want to be sucked by a guy. I couldn’t get those thoughts out of my head but decided it didn’t matter – it would be my secret fantasy. I’d roll my eyes like I thought he was nuts but secretly would fantasize about kneeling. Kevin was both observant and perceptive – he occasionally wink while changing or even shake his cock at me jokingly. I’d think these thoughts, try to get them out of my head but they’d come back – especially in changing situations where I’d see Kevin nude. 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.