Dear Craig,
With so much change to come our way, I thought I would take some time to reflect on our long friendship and suggest a new tradition to keep us from drifting apart. I've always believed that we would stay friends forever. We have been through everything together--first steps, first day of kindergarten, first fight, first boner, first kiss--and now we are off to separate colleges to experience a whole bunch of firsts. Perhaps by the end of it we will have grown into totally different people, no longer a good fit for each other. With this possibility in mind, I need you to do me a favor.
Can you think back with me on some of our best moments this year?
My birthday. You said that we were both adults now and that I needed to get laid. But neither of us have any game so we watched porn in my basement instead. You may not look back on this as anything other than normal, but I remember. You wanted to show me your older sister's nudes. I was shocked and delighted seeing my old babysitter with her legs wide open, her crotch splayed and glistening in her bedroom mirror, her A-cups sitting perky beneath her taught chin. That one failed to turn me on, though, as did the one of her sitting on a dildo, and the one of her masturbating by the pool. It sure turned you on, though, and when I saw that, saw you hard, it flipped a switch in my head.
Remember also the time that I asked you to look at that bump for me. You got hard then, too, and I couldn't tell if it was for me. You knelt right in front of me and slipped two fingers into the waist band of my gym shorts. You told me not to worry, that it couldn't be anything bad, and then took them off. I wondered why you were being so gentle, but I was glad. Then you took my dick in your hands and looked. It was probably a pimple, you told me, but it would be easier to tell if I got hard. So I started to pull at it, right there, next to your calm, strong face, under the warmth of your breath. You were right, it was just a pimple.
