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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 Beşiktaş travesti 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 Beşiktaş travestiileri the house and decided to sift through some of the B when you’re trying your hardest not to see your mother banged from behind, you’ll do almost anything to stay busy.
It was about a month after that fateful day when I saw Kevin down in the city. I was looking to score a dime when he came out of a shabby record store two doors down from me.
He flashed me that grin again. I couldn’t think of anything to say. All that came out was: “Kevin…Dude…WHAT the FUCK, man?!”
He went on grinning and grabbed his crotch. “What it is, Charlie! Ain’t my fault–I travesti Beşiktaş got somethin’ she NEED, brotha!”
My eyes were wide with disbelief, and my voice was indignant. “No… No! Come on, man–you can NOT call me ‘brother’ while you’re banging my MOM!”
Kevin clicked his tongue against his teeth and muttered, “Whatever, man,” and shouldered past me on the sidewalk. I had an instant to contemplate just how weirdly tangled my social and family life had become–but just an instant; then a sharp smack on my ass whirled me around incredulously.
Kevin was walking away from me backward, grinning that shit-eating grin and pointing both fingers at me. He hollered back at me, loud enough for everyone on the sidewalk to hear: “We may not be bro’s no more, Charlie, but ask y’self this: who’s ya DADDY now?!” He spun around and walked off laughing, knowing how totally he had just owned me, and knowing that I knew it, too.
My best friend…!
That motherfucker.