Kevin and I grew up together. We learned to walk together, learned how to play football together, basketball, even dated the same girl a couple times. Kevin was my best friend, my bro, my dude. But that relationship changed drastically the summer Kevin turned eighteen.
My mom worked days, and my older brother was staying on campus at the university on the other side of the state. Dad's been out of the picture since I was a positive pregnancy test, so during the summer, when there's no football practice, I have the house to myself. On the day things changed so radically between my best friend and me, I was walking around the house naked, which I often did when alone. The freedom of nudity has always been a real turn-on for me, especially at that age; and I don't mind saying that seeing my trim, strong body in the mirrors made feel pretty damn good about myself.
Apparently that body wasn't good enough for everybody, though. I had lined up what I thought was a sure thing at Kevin's birthday party in late May, but she had bailed she made it known she was no longer interested. That kind of stung, but what really sucked was that I hadn't been laid in like three weeks since! That was a serious dry spell for me at that time.
So I was walking through the house and decided to sift through some of the B&D and S&M porn my older brother kept in his sock drawer. I was thinking about how it would feel to have some bald-headed, tattooed leather-clad woman with bright red lips slap my ass with a paddle. I was getting pretty excited thinking about it. I had the bone on pretty good, absently stroking myself as I walked through the upstairs hallway. I passed the bathroom and casually glanced into the next room. And there was Kevin, completely naked, staring at me.
Buried up to his black balls in my mother!
