My buddy Tom and I were sitting in my kitchen drinking beer when the topic of conversation, which up to then had been about the chances of the city's football team ever winning another game, turned to sex.
Tom and I were getting to know each other again. We had run into each other several weeks before at our high school reunion.
I recognized him immediately. He hadn't changed much in twenty years, although he had packed a few pounds on his swimmer's body. We hadn't been close in school, so I was surprised that we seemed to hit it off so well. So well that now we were hanging out two or three nights a week.
It was Tom who brought up sex."I bet you didn't know we're Eskimo brothers," he said, as a wide grin spread across his lips and lit up his eyes.
My baffled look answered the question. He chuckled and finished his beer.
"You didn't know?" he said. "You remember Pattie Sue?"
"Yeah." I said. She had been my first.
"I fucked her." He leered at me. "I think you did, too."
"I did," I admitted.
"There you go!" he said. "Eskimo brother!"
"I think she fucked everybody in the senior class," I said. "Did you see her at the reunion?"
"No. I looked for her. She didn't come."
"Didn't come for me either, as I recall, I said."
"Maybe you weren't big enough," he said with a smirk. "She came when I did her."
Tom was hung. I remembered eying his big cock in the showers after gym class. I envied him.
He spent the next twenty minutes and two beers going on about all the girls he had nailed in high school. Tom tells great stories; I pictured the girls he said sucked and fucked his big cock and began day-dreaming. He interrupted my fantasy with a question.
"How about you? You getting any?"
"Oh. Not since Emily left," I said.
"What was she like?" he said. "I mean in bed."
"Okay." I didn't want to talk about Emily. It only reminded me how much I missed her.
"Come on, 'okay' is all you can say about your girlfriend?"
"Ex-girlfriend," I said.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. Did she blow you?"
"Yes, she blew me, and I went down on her," I said with an edge of anger.
"Hot. Was she good?"
"Like I said, she was okay."
"On a scale of one-to-ten, how would you rate her?"
"Jeez! You're obsessed with blowjobs." Actually, it was me that was becoming bewitched about blowjobs. I couldn't stop thinking about, his big cock.
"Come on, rat her. I mean rate her"
"One to ten? I'd give her a four." I said, "I could do better."
"What do you mean 'do better'? You ever suck a cock?"