majestyk09
Aug 6, 2006, 7:26 PM
We were young teens when I met Kevin that summer day many years ago. That same summer is when we met the new neighbor girl Karen. The three of us soon became close friends, and confidants. We went everywhere together and had some grand adventures. As with most, our changing bodies and curiousity got the better of us, and as the years went by, show and tell soon became all out love making as we entered our young adult years.
By that time we had pretty much explored every aspect of 3-way and bi-sexual fun. Boy on Boy, boy on girl, oral, anal, toys, etc.
Careers, marriage, military service, and years caught up with us, and we soon lost track of each other. The years passed, but for me (Trevor) the memories were fresh, and always brought a smile.
A recent Ph. call informed me of Kevin's death. I made the trip to his funeral,
memories washing over me and emotions working overtime as I approached his casket. All I could think to do was to apologize for not keeping in touch, and feeling like I failed to keep so many of the promises we made to each other as best friends tend to do. I felt her presence even before she touched me, and turned to see Karen standing beside me. After all those years, I recognized her immediately.
As planned, Karen and I met at the cemetary just as the sun was setting on a perfect summer day. All the others had long gone, and we stood alone beside Kevin's grave holding hands. I placed a pack of Winstons, she a single red rose. We opened three beers, and lit three cigarettes, and sat on the soft grass. We laughed a little, and we cried a little, and we remembered.
We even forgave each other. It was Karen who remembered that it was in this very cemetary, in Kevin's Mustang, that we had a very special time
so many summers ago. I walked her to her car. We kissed and embraced. I stood looking in the direction her car travelled, long after she was gone.
Goodbye Kevin. We never made it to California. Best Friends Forever.
Trevor and Karen
Friendship is priceless.
By that time we had pretty much explored every aspect of 3-way and bi-sexual fun. Boy on Boy, boy on girl, oral, anal, toys, etc.
Careers, marriage, military service, and years caught up with us, and we soon lost track of each other. The years passed, but for me (Trevor) the memories were fresh, and always brought a smile.
A recent Ph. call informed me of Kevin's death. I made the trip to his funeral,
memories washing over me and emotions working overtime as I approached his casket. All I could think to do was to apologize for not keeping in touch, and feeling like I failed to keep so many of the promises we made to each other as best friends tend to do. I felt her presence even before she touched me, and turned to see Karen standing beside me. After all those years, I recognized her immediately.
As planned, Karen and I met at the cemetary just as the sun was setting on a perfect summer day. All the others had long gone, and we stood alone beside Kevin's grave holding hands. I placed a pack of Winstons, she a single red rose. We opened three beers, and lit three cigarettes, and sat on the soft grass. We laughed a little, and we cried a little, and we remembered.
We even forgave each other. It was Karen who remembered that it was in this very cemetary, in Kevin's Mustang, that we had a very special time
so many summers ago. I walked her to her car. We kissed and embraced. I stood looking in the direction her car travelled, long after she was gone.
Goodbye Kevin. We never made it to California. Best Friends Forever.
Trevor and Karen
Friendship is priceless.