Okay so I did a little experimenting when I was younger but I had already made up my mind that no matter what, it wouldn’t happen again. I figured it this way- Andy was my best friend and I didn’t want anything to come between our friendship.
I was still living at home at the time so I figured that as long as Andy and I weren’t alone we didn’t have to talk about the night I gave my first blowjob AND we wouldn’t risk it happening again. It wasn’t like we had any intention of trying that sort of thing again. I guess maybe I wanted to be sure.
I was on my way to work one early Saturday morning when I noticed Andy walking toward my house. A sudden rush of blood raced toward my face and I felt kind of light headed. For this feeling- I hated myself. I stuttered a quick hello as I continued toward my car.
“Where ya’ off to?” He questioned as he continued to walk toward me.
“I have work to work this morning.” I replied trying not to make eye contact with him.
He looked a little disappointed and slowed as he reached the rear of my car. “There’s a game at the field today and I thought that you might like to join us, we need a quarterback bad.”
It’s strange what the thought of a football game can do to a guy. I stood there for a minute debating on whether or not I wanted to work. “Calling in sick one day wouldn’t hurt anything.” I thought to myself.
Even if the thoughts of the previous weeks blowjob were bothering me I knew that even if I wanted something to happen, it wouldn’t. A dozen or so guys and no privacy would pretty much put a halt to any lust I might have.
“Why not.” I said with a deep breath. “I didn’t feel much like working anyway.”
I felt a little awkward as we headed off toward the field. Every time I thought of something to say, I pushed it off. I was either afraid I would stutter or something like “nice cock” would come out of my mouth.
Things didn’t get any better from there. As we waited for the other guys to show up we sat in the bleachers and talked about the weather and work and any other trivial things we could think of. Both of us purposely steered away from topics that might lead to controversial conversation.
Strangely enough the further we steered from sex, the more my mind raced in that direction. I started to recall his deep musk smell and how his soft curvature gently penetrated my lips. I remembered how the salty cum slid down the back of my throat effortlessly.
Just as I started to work up the courage to bring up last Sunday some of the guys started to show up.
Damn.
It was a little chilly out and we all decided a game to 21 would be enough and even though football was my favorite sport my mind was stuck on sex, Andy and his taste.
