You always remember your 1st

The other night me and some guys from work went out and had a few drinks at this mexican bar/grill around the corner. About 2 trays of nachos in, the discussion of "your first" came up. Even though they all know my sexual taste, I was still reluctant to tell my story, seeing as how my first was sitting across the table from me. Yeah, Casey and I had been friends since high school, and he started working for the company last year. I was unsure if he'd remember that most eventful prom night; after we had dropped the girls off around 2am, how we sat in the back of my lac (Cadillac) and just reminisced. Thinking of it now, I still remember the bitter taste of Drakkar Noir after-shave as i kissed and licked his neck. Anyway when it was my turn, I began to share my story. How we sat in the backseat listening to the car stereo; R. Kelly's "seems like your ready" was playin. He was kinda pissed at Tracy who he thought he'd hook up with, but she was too much of a good girl. He says to me "man we been at this for like 3 years now, you'd think she'd gimme some" I asked whats the most they've ever done, and he tells me about her kissing his neck and them making out. I saw his dick jump as he rubbed his hands over his tux pants. I leaned over and touched his neck, "was it here that she kissed you?" soon followed my lips and i dragged my fingers down and around the rest of his neck. While licking and kissing his neck i was undoing his tie and as soon as i got the 1st button on his shirt loose, he pulled away. He got outta the car and stood there trying to catch his breath, then he comes back saying we gotta go, his dad had called his cell. I didn't even get the goods. We never spoke about that night, for awhile i wondered if he just put it out of his mind, then I'd catch him lookin at me as if he was thinking about it, then he'd look away. Much like the way he was lookin at me from across the table as I shared my story. When our eyes met, he got up and went to the bathroom. While he was gone we all paid our tabs and I waited for him in the parking lot. I asked was he good; even tho i never said his name, I knew he knew who i was talking about. He asked me to take him home, he was too wasted. We got to his apt, went inside. I went to take a piss and when I came out he was sitting on the couch, shirt unbuttoned half-way down with a beer in his hand and 2 more sitting on the table. As i headed for the door, he got up and stopped me. Asked me how I could remember all that from almost 10 yrs ago. That we never did anything so what makes it so memorable. I told him he was the 1st guy I ever kissed, and while it only lasted seconds to minutes, I will remember it for...before i could finish my sentence he leaned in and kissed me. Next we were in his bed down to our socks, I was kissing his neck and tasted that bitter taste of Drakkar Noir again, I looked at him kinda funny and we both laughed. Then i went on to do what i do best; after all, they dont call me DickEatah for nothin...