This story tells the tale of two young men who were friends from their earliest days of school, but all sex that takes place is between people 18 years or older.
Derek and I met in kindergarten and struck up a friendship right away. He was a big kid, he always was. He was always a couple inches taller than most of us, with a broad shouldered build that was evident in him, even as a child. He had brown hair and soft brown "puppy dog" eyes, to go along with his square jaw. I never really understood why he wasn't more popular with the girls, but for some reason he just didn't attract them. He had a few minor flings as on his journey from elementary school and on through high school but he was definitely no Romeo.
Looking back, I can say a good part of it was due to his older brother Shane. Shane was also a big kid, with a bit of a reputation for being a tough kid and not always the nicest one in the small northern Saskatchewan town we grew up in. As Derek and I went through our journey from kids, to adolescents, and on to young men, Shane was always there, trying to coach us up, to make sure people "respected" us, and part of his coaching was how to "treat bitches".
In contrast to my near giant of a friend, I was the proverbial skinny redheaded kid, with freckles and later on, glasses. I wasn't short but I wasn't tall, and my frame didn't thicken up or add much muscle until well after high school. I was the kid that would get tripped in the hall and pushed around a lot in the early years... unless Derek was there. I started to gain size at end of high school but I was never as imposing as my best friend, even on my best and his worst days.
Life in a small town can be a mixed bag as you grow up. We lived in an outdoorsman's paradise: local rivers and lakes had robust fish populations and the wooded areas were a hunter's delight, with black bear, deer and moose in large number. Conversely, for those looking for love (or something akin to it), the ratio of girls to boys in town was skewed badly and as we grew older it was exacerbated by the fact that our town was a highly transient town supported by male dominated industries, while many of the young women who grew up there left to pursue higher education, careers, or just the bright lights and excitement of the big city. Sadly for Derek and I, as we grew out of our teens and finished puberty, our romantic lives were all but non-existent.
Derek and I had graduated high school and had both passed our 18th birthdays. Derek had joined Shane at their Dad's road maintenance business, running heavy equipment, and Derek was apprenticing as a heavy duty equipment mechanic at the same time. I was working at a gas station and convenience store, trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life (as this surely was not it).
Like most young men, we were all hormones and hard-ons, with no place to put them. The first time I saw someone get a blowjob, it was 20 year old Shane pushing his drunk 18 year old girlfriend to her knees in the the family room in their basement. We'd been at a house party, where under-aged drinking was rampant (the legal age was 19 which meant Shane could buy beer and get us drunk... as long as we made sure to slip him an extra couple bucks) and after we were crashing at Shane and Derek's place, as their parents turned a deaf ear to what went on in the basement.
Shane announced he was "really fuckin' horny" and the next thing we knew, he was sticking his cock in the girl's mouth, cackling,
"Watch this boys! She loves this! She can't get enough of The Cock! If you're lucky, maybe I'll get her to blow you too!"
Derek and I looked on, wide-eyed as the young woman slobbered all over Shane's 6" erection, until he pulled his cock out and came all over her face. She stumbled to the bathroom and cleaned herself, then he took her hand and dragged her into his bedroom telling us,
"OK, time for me to fuck her! Don't jerk off together, boys! No homos allowed here" Again cackling in his half drunken voice.
Derek and I looked at each other, unable to believe what we'd just seen. He threw a blanket at me as I sat on the couch where I would crash, and headed into his bedroom. I didn't fall asleep right away, replaying the sloppy blowjob in my head, wishing it was me and listening to Shane bang away at his girlfriend. I wondered if he was serious about sharing her skills, but decided he wasn't, that it was the beer talking, and fell asleep.
I woke up about 6:00 a.m. the next morning when she stumbled out of Shane's room to use the bathroom. I feigned sleep but cracked my eyes to get a good look at her naked body as she first to the bathroom and then more quickly back into Shane's room. She wasn't spectacularly beautiful, especially sleep rumpled and hung over, but she was real, live and naked; something that had been a rarity in my life to that point.
Other than the occasional house party, on the weekends, we'd get together at the local bar. They brought in strippers who would do a dance at 12:20 pm for the lunch crowd, then again at 4:30 pm, 5:30 pm, 6:30 pm and the last one at 7:30 pm, then they cleared the stage and got set up for whatever band or DJ they had for the weekend, who usually stated off around 9:00 pm or 9:30 pm. They'd play a couple or maybe 3 sets and then we'd all get kicked out by the 2:00 a.m. closing.
