The first blowjob I ever gave was to one of my best friends. He was so drunk that he didn’t remember it happening the next day. I chose to pretend it didn’t happen. To this day I’m not sure if he knows. Recently he said, “I’m surprised we never ended up hooking up considering how drunk we used to get.”
I’ve only met the second guy I slept with twice. Once at a Rupaul underwear concert during Pride. I was wearing blue sparkly manties and made out with him briefly. The second time was about a year later. I woke up in the bed next to him after having blacked out at the bar the night before. I still don’t know his first name.
Meeting someone new when you thought you knew your entire city: refreshing.
That person trying to force their way onto you in their shitty car: scary.
That same person getting fired a month later for doing the same thing to a coworker: priceless.
I saw them strip at a bar. Then happened upon them on the dance floor at a different place later that night. They were already shirtless. They took off my shirt as I approached. I was embarrassed. They were clearly in better shape. Oh well, seems like I passed the test considering the frankness of their hands and lips.
“We’re going back to my place to watch my porn. You coming?”
Oh, did you just get a new vid or something?
“No, MY porn. My debut scene.”
Marinate on that Awkers.
-Awkie Nites
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