I don't know if it was the darkness of the living room, or that I had one too many shots of liquor in my system, but I was feeling very bold at that moment.
We had both been drinking that night, and were getting ready to go to sleep. I hadn't taken the couch yet and was sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table with my best friend laying back in the recliner beside me. Both of his legs were propped up by the recliner's foot rest and his left leg, going toward the coffee table, was almost touching my right arm.
As I've already said, I was feeling very bold in that moment, and I wound up doing something I had never done before.
I leaned over and kissed his lower leg.
He didn't move at all, so I thought that maybe he had already fallen asleep. And while part of me was worried about waking him and possibly getting my ass kicked, every part of me just had to kiss his leg again.
I leaned over again and planted a longer, more lingering kiss on his lower leg, this time getting lost in the feeling of his leg hairs tickling my nose, my lips and the skin around my mouth.
As silly as it might have seemed to just be kissing someone's lower leg, it was everything I wanted in that moment.
I had known him for what felt like my entire life and I admired him in so many ways. He was always in shape while I was the chubby one. He had girlfriends while I was too shy to try. He was tough and got into fights while I was scared of bullies at my school. He was having sex with girls way before I ever did and with girls that I wouldn't have had a shot in hell with.
Man, he was so god damned cool.
And while he was so much cooler than me, and knew that, he still never made me feel like I wasn't cool too. He always treated me with respect and always laughed at my jokes and made me feel like he liked being my friend as much as I liked being his.
As we became older teenagers into adults, and life kind of separated us, I had discovered my bisexuality. I was too worried to tell him because he was so much tougher and manlier than I was and I didn't want him to stop talking to me.
While kissing his leg, I placed my right hand on his knee and began gently rubbing the spot on his thigh just above it. I also began to use some tongue on his lower leg as my right hand inched up his thigh with each rub I gave.
As my hand reached higher and higher under his gym shorts, my fingers brushed up against something soft and fleshy. I panicked and pulled my hand out from under his shorts.
I guess I panicked because, if I was going to get kicked the head, that would have been the moment. Only, there was no reaction.
I moved my right hand up under his shorts again and, feeling a bit more brave this time, slowly began to feel around and quickly had a full handful of his warm, big, heavy balls. And I worked those balls around with my hand enjoying just how big and heavy they were. They felt so amazing.