By the time we sat kissing on the park bench, we had made out with all the same girls.
One after another, once at the same time, and often overlapping we had the same taste, and clearly, our friends did as well. While not especially similar in looks we were both skinny white boys with too much hair and a tendency to laugh while we kissed.
In my mind, the things he did with them were always braver. He must have undone her jeans in the diner bathroom and gone down on her with only the hand dryer to block the sound. Surely even though we just kissed, she must have sucked his cock after track practice. And while I fingered her in the car while we listened to The Violent Femmes, they must have fucked a million times.
Which is all to say that when we snuck into the park late one night and sat next to each other, our bodies were full of so much memory, so much overlapping differences and most likely a thousand false beliefs about the other that the sexual tension was overwhelming, kissing him was tasting her pussy and when we stood and undid each other’s jeans it was everyone’s jeans at the same time.
But there, in the darkness, we paused as we gripped one another. Our two cocks were hard in the other’s hand, and laughter returned as we gasped in awe at their similarities. The same length, the same thickness, the same slight bend to the left, our cocks were mirror images of one another, and it was a realization as ridiculous as it was beautiful.
Kneeling on the soft ground, I took him into my mouth. It was my cock I was sucking, I knew it to be true, but it had done things I had never dreamed of. It was my cock I was sucking, but it had been inside that one and kissed by the other one. Hands I dreamed of had circled it just as I was doing, and I took him into my throat as I tasted them all.
Later, as he pulled me up, my lips sticky from his come and my hair a tangle from his hands, I kissed him again. He laughed shyly as he began to jerk me off and I stared into his eyes.
Just before I came, before I watched myself give in to his slippery fingers and saliva coated palm he looked up and confessed to me with a knowing and mischievous grin.
“Nobody’s ever sucked my cock before.”
I let my head fall to his shoulder as he held me, and I could smell his father’s aftershave.
As we walked back to his car, hidden on a side street, I realized I didn’t know him at all.