I’ve never gotten my dick sucked before. I’ve only ever dreamed about it, but I never really felt it. All I can say is, this much pleasure should be lethal. It felt so good. Too good. So indescribably pleasurable as he mimicked my tongue swirling and sucking. Whenever he would feel my exposed tip with his tongue, my whole body would spasm. We both moaned into each other’s dicks and the vibrations that it caused made us shudder in delight. It would be the most memorable climax of our young lives.
They say that you can only truly know a guy when you trade blows with him. Well, in our sucking, we certainly did that. In that instant, we were more than just friends.
The notion that we were gay passed my mind. But it really didn’t seem to matter to either of us anyway, so it wasn’t an issue.
The days went on and, if anything, we got that much closer to each other. We were really what you’d expect from two boys who’ve formed the greatest bond friendship could offer. And then some.
Our secret meetings in the changing room continued whenever they could. By then, one could say that me and Tophy were boyfriends. We just never thought to refer to it that way.
One fateful training day, I arrived expecting Tophy to greet me, like he always did. But this time, I didn’t see him, and instead it was coach that approached me.
“Martin, I haven’t thanked you enough for taking care of Tophy ever since he got here. You’ve positively been a good influence on him.”
“Oh, uh…you’re welcome, coach. Say, where is he anyway?”
“His mom called to say that their family is going back to California, since his parents’ work in our town is finished. “
I felt a large gaping hole in my stomach. I totally forgot about Tophy not permanently staying here. I never paid notice to when he said “My family is staying around here for a while…” and now it’s biting me in the ass…and in my heart.
“Oh, she also told me to tell you that Tophy’s really thankful he met you.”
“Oh…thanks, coach….” My tone was deadpan and despondent, but coach didn’t notice and just went away to do coach stuff.
Tophy was gone. We didn’t even get to say goodbye. I knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter since, as an eleven year-old, he’s still dependent on his parents. I just blamed myself endlessly for not getting his number or any contact details while I could have. The worst part was, I never even asked him his last name. For the next few weeks, I had a noticeable drop in my performance because of my depression. My friends noticed it too, but coach just waived it off as something that would soon go away. My friends knew what my cause for depression was, and they sympathized with me until they helped me enough to recover a bit of my former happy self. But that wasn’t for another month. Even then, I never forgot Tophy.
After all those events, I realized to my great frustration that Tophy and I never got a picture taken of us together. The only physical manifestation of his memory was in a candid photo someone in the team took of him, where he looked at the camera just at the time it was taken as he was sucking on his finger. He looked really cute and innocent in that picture, just as I wanted him to look. That photo, along with many others, was posted on the court photo cork board where all the pictures of the team’s members were. After he left, I always took some time to look at his photo. It almost seemed like he was looking at me from inside that picture. I even pinned my picture next to his. Years passed, and I quit the team to focus on my studies. Even then, I still dropped by the court on occasion just to look at his picture. It still bothers me so much that I never got to have any means of contacting him at all. I knew I’d never see him again, and I had to live with that.
One day, I went to the court to look at his picture again, but something was different. Apparently, I’ve been gone so long that in my absence, the court changed ownership, and that my team left to settle on some other court on another city because of it. I haven’t been keeping in contact with them, so I never knew. The worst thing was, since our team left, our picture cork board was taken down, and all our photos were gone.
To this day I still berate myself about not acting on my impulse to just steal that photo from the board and keep it for myself.
Still, Tophy gave me much. I live my life now knowing that it’s happier because I got to meet someone like him.
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*only the blowjob at the dressing rooms was fictional.