In our many years of friendship, he had one real girlfriend, and they hadn't gotten past anything besides handjobs and fingering. I was always hooking up with girls, and meeting people to hang out with, and zach was generally along for the ride. Zach and I were best friends, and it was about a week before we would start our senior year of high school. I was spending the night at his house, as we had on many occasions. Sometimes he was insecure about that, but we kind of had a good give and take where I would never rub anything like that in his face and give him lots of compliments. Our relationship kind of consisted of my being the leader who got the accolades and him following along. Whereas Zach was average looking at best, didn't do too well in school, and wasn't very good at sports, he was kind of a class clown.
I was pretty good looking, smart, good at sports, and had a quick sense of humor. My friend Zach was about 6'1” 210lbs (a bit on the chunky side), 6” and also 17. Everyone called me Smitty (a nickname from soccer that had been passed down from my older brother). Background information: At the time of this story I was 17, 5'8” 160lbs, and about 6.5” and thick.
