Fifty Percent Straight
By Jack Often jackoftenx@gmail.com
(Adult Friends MM sex)
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Part 1
I met my wife Ana on my lunch break at work. We both worked in
the same building, but for different companies. I had just
started my entry-level position for a financial investment
company. I was so stressed out that first week. I knew
no one outside of my small training class and sat alone each day at
lunch. When the cute girl let me share her table in the
crowded commissary, we struck up a conversation. To make a
long story short, I got her number, we dated, and we were living
together six months later.
Ana also came from a family of Hispanic ancestry. Her
grandparents were from Mexico, but her family kept a lot of
traditions from Mexico (food, speaking Spanish, etc.) My Texan
family had Mexican origins as well, but we had not kept up with any
traditions. My dad's parents were from western Texas.
Most of the older relatives moved outside of Texas or married
non-Hispanic persons. Mom's parents were from Mexico and she
was born a few months after they migrated to San Antonio. Very
few people in my family spoke Spanish anymore (even though we still
had those "Latino" looks). I wasn't attracted Latina girls
specifically, for I had dated white, Hispanic, and African-American
girls. It was just by fate that I married a Latina woman.
We had lived together for just over a year when she thought she was
pregnant. However, after the pregnancy test came back
negative, I was so relieved. I wasn't ready to have a kid, but
I thought we'd lived together for many months so perfectly.
So, I decided to pop the question. After I did it, she told me
yes. I remember the moment quite clearly. Just after I
handed her the engagement ring, she was on the phone calling her
mother (and then her cousin and best friend, Jessica).
She and Jessica were like sisters and spoke nearly every day.
Phone conversations were a mix of English and Spanish on the
phone. Having heard random Spanish since my birth from those
in the family who still spoke it, I could make out some of her
conversations. Dad's Spanish was fluent, but dad spoke it
fluently (though he never did so at home unless older relatives were
visiting). With the few years of Spanish I took in high
school, I found it easier to read and write Spanish than trying to
translate as someone was talking. Speaking it on the spot was
hard. So, when my wife spoke Spanish rapidly, I thought she
was doing it to prevent me from understanding (like after she got
mad at me or when gossiping to Jessica on the phone).
One night she was talking excitedly with Jessica. I understood
enough of the mix of Spanish and English, however. They were
planning for Ana and me to double-date with Jessica and her new
boyfriend. I rolled my eyes as I played on my old Game
Boy. After she hung up, she told me the details. Jessica
and her new man had been dating and it was getting serious, so she
wanted to show him off to Ana. I told her okay and went
back to watching TV and playing on the Game Boy.
After the week was over, I'd totally forgotten about the impending
double-date. When Saturday came around, Ana bitched at me for
sitting on my ass and not getting ready on time.
"Aaron, come on now! I'm not gonna be late. We're always
late."
"Alright baby, okay," I told her.
I went to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt and boxers. I
showered and shaved. I was looking for my sweatshirt and
couldn't find it.
"Where's my blue hoodie babe?"
"You're not wearing that. I put a good shirt out for
you. Wear your GOOD jeans!"
Without her seeing, I rolled my eyes.
"Okay babe."
She'd picked out some new clothes for me. She was tired of my
all "old" clothes and preferred the clothes she bought for me after
we were living together. I preferred to be comfortable.
Still, I put on the dreaded button-up shirt and skipped the
undershirt. At least it was short-sleeved. It was white with
random designs on it. It looked okay on me, but I never would
have bought it for myself. I rubbed some gel in my hair and
then parted it on the side. I joined her in the living
room. I was getting hot, so I unbuttoned a button.
"Finally! You look really nice!"
She came up behind me and kissed me on the neck. She smelled
good. If she stayed in a good mood, I was getting laid after
we got home. An evening of her and Jessica and their glasses
of wine would cause her to arrive home tipsy and all
lovey-dovey. We hadn't fucked in a week and I had only beat
off once. I needed to drain my balls.
- - -
We headed over to Fort Worth to meet them at a new restaurant known
for Southwestern / Cajun / Asian fare or something. I didn't
care about "fusion" trendy cuisines. I was hungry for a juicy
steak. So, while I drove us to the restaurant, Ana called her
mother and then texted Jessica. Next, she heard her favorite song on
the radio and blasted it while she danced in her car seat. I
laughed. Because of her upbeat mood, I was still forecasting a
good lay that night.
At the restaurant, I cringed seeing there was valet parking only
(more money wasted). We could have parked ourselves.
It's not like we were in a big city with limited parking.
Irritated, I got out and handed the dude the keys. I walked
around to open her door and she got out. Just inside the door,
Jessica waved at us and walked over to meet her boyfriend. Ana
looked striking and men near us looked her over. I felt proud.
I was introduced to Oscar. He looked about my age and was the
same height. He had wavy hair which was brushed backwards
(with even more gel than mine). He looked clean cut and his
demeanor was nice. We immediately joked regarding our
discovery that we had on almost the same shirt! I secretly
wondered if both shirts were bought on one of the girls' mutual
shopping excursions. I said nothing more about it. We
sat on a bench while Ana and Jessica chatted. He remained
quiet, but laughed as Ana impersonated her mother while recalling a
conversation with her. I wished I had my Game Boy with
me. We had to wait a long time to be seated and I grew
restless. Oscar sat calmly and smiled a lot.
Finally, we were seated at a corner table in the outdoor portion of
the restaurant. Fortunately, the temperature was decent and
there were no bugs flying about. The two of us guys were in
the corner with our women on either I side of us. Music played
loudly over the speakers. I couldn't hear everything that the
girls were saying, so I started a conversation with Oscar.
"You a Rangers fan?" I asked.
"Rangers, are you kidding dude? They suck! I'm an Astros fan
all the way!" he joked.
We got into a friendly debate over the two Texas baseball teams and
we ordered a couple of beers. Ana was telling some crazy tale
from her job to Jessica. I rolled my eyes and elbowed Oscar
when they got loud. He laughed. We stopped our mutual
conversations only to order. He and I ordered steaks; my wife
ordered some complicated seafood affair. Jessica ordered by
telling the waiter to hold this, add that, and make sure her meat
was well-done.
I found out Oscar was a car salesman. His job sounded tough to
me. We talked about cars and debated Chevy vs. Ford
trucks. He razzed me when I told him I drove a Kia.
"I got what we could afford, man."
"Dude, when you get ready to sell, I'll do you right.
None of the sales bullshit with friends. Here, let me give you
this."
He pulled out a business card from his wallet. He slid it into
my hand.
"Look at my baby tryin' to sell a car at the table!" Jessica joked.
He seemed embarrassed. I patted him on the back.
"No worries, man. I'll give you call if our car goes by the
wayside."
I immediately liked Oscar. He was chilled and easy to talk
to. The other guys Jessica had dated were pricks or
weirdos. Oscar was a nice break from all of the others.
I had my share of these double dates in the past, but this one was
unusually pleasant. We talked steadily until the food
came. Ana and Jessica managed to gab through eating, sometimes
with their mouths full. Oscar looked over at Jessica
fondly. His brown eyes twinkled when they moved. Before
we ordered dessert, the girls got up to go the bathroom. I looked
down and saw that Oscar had slipped his shoes off. His toes
wiggled in his dark blue socks.
"You right about that brother," I said as I nodded downward to his
feet.
He laughed.
"I was on my feet all day, so my feet are so tired. But you
know, this is really nice tonight. I'm comfortable and I'm
relaxing. Another beer?"
"Hell yeah!" I told him.
Two beers were my limit since I was driving us home. I knew
that after several glasses of wine, Ana wouldn't be able to drive by
the end of the evening. After desserts came, conversations
changed to more mutual topics of which we all joined. Time
flew as I realized I was enjoying myself for once. When we
arrived, I wished I was back home in my underwear watching TV.
Now I was disappointed that the check came and we were getting ready
to leave soon.
When I put my credit card down, Oscar pushed it back.
"It's on me, bud. I insist." He told me.
I respected the usual "guy code"--if you try to pay your share and
another party wants to treat, you let them. I noticed he was
slipping his feet back into his shoes. He looked happy, but
really tired now.
"You got the day off tomorrow?" I asked.
"I work all day. I work on commission. It pays the
bills."
"No, I understand. Tomorrow I'll be folding clothes, taking
out the trash, washing the car, and whatever else is on her to-do
list," I joked. "I get put to work on my days off. It's not
fair, huh?"
We both laughed. The ladies went one more time to the bathroom
and then came back and did the usual dramatic hugs and kisses.
Oscar shook my hand very firmly and put his hand on my shoulder as
we departed. After Oscar and Jessica departed, we drove on
home to our house near Dallas. When we got home, I opened the
car door for her and she was really tipsy. She hung all over
me and grabbed my ass as we walked to the front door. I
immediately got an erection! Once inside, we kissed and I
followed her to the bedroom. We got undressed down to our
underclothes.
We had sex as I hoped. However, while I ate her out, I wished
that she would return the favor. I could count on one hand the
times she had sucked my dick since I'd met her (and never to
completion). She didn't like me to cum in her mouth and only
tried before as token gestures. Each time, I had to get off
inside her. On that evening, we didn't make out for very long.
She urged me to go straight to fucking. It didn't take
long for us to finish. She came, I came, and then I felt
really tired and sleepy. As soon as we turned off the lamp and
it got quiet, she received a text from Jessica. Next thing I
know, she's grabbing the phone in the dark and calling her. The two
of them start talking about the date.
"He's cute, girl. He seems really nice. Well, maybe then
he'll get a better job later on. You still gonna go to school
to learn that dental hygienist stuff? Yeah, uh huh..."
I hoped that Jessica and Oscar hit it off, I thought he was really
cool. She started speaking only in Spanish, so I tuned out and
dozed off.
- - -
Two weeks later, we had another double-date. Then
another. Then when it was Jessica's 25th birthday, her folks
threw a big party for her. It was my fourth time to hang with
Oscar. At the party, we found a room with a TV and found a
game on. We chatted and had a beer.
"Hey, I'm not a fan remember, but my boss gave out a bunch of
Rangers tickets. The seats suck, but it's free. I could ask
Jess, but I know she couldn't care less. I'd rather take
you! You wanna go with me man?"
"Hell yeah!" I told him.
So that was our first outing as friends. It was a really fun
experience. We sat through extremely humid heat and then it
rained. The game was halted and then resumed after the
thunderstorm. We were soaked, but I bought us plenty to eat
and drink. We had a blast that evening. It was the first
time I had gone to a baseball game in years. Married life had
gotten me into a rut of work, home chores, lazy days off, then back
to work. I stressed over bills and the house payment and did
little outside of home to relieve that stress. At work, I had
a boss that was hard to impress. Some days I felt I could
climb Mount Everest and other days I felt like a newbie still.
So, the baseball game was a real break.
The next day, I tried to relax and rest, but Jessica reminded me we
had to have Sunday dinner at her parents' house. While her mom
liked me, her father was indifferent to me. He was an old
school guy with a blue-collar job and was always trying to
intimidate me. First of all, he didn't like it when his
"angel" had moved in with a man. After we married, he still
acted like I wasn't good enough for his daughter. Next, he was
very opinionated. He would get me into conversations to debate
stuff in the news or politics and was never impressed with my
responses. Ana would do her best to change the subject, but
the mood was still spoiled in those instances. I always waited
for one hour after eating and then I announced that we better get
home and get stuff ready for Monday. That was usually followed
by a "humph" and a cold stare from her old man.
As soon as I got home from the Sunday lunches, I turned on sports or
HBO and napped on the couch. On Sundays, Ana kindly ironed our
clothes for the next week. Sunday evenings served as a
reminder of the work week that was to start all over
again. A regular routine ensued and the weekends passed
too quickly. I always hoped the week would pass fast. However,
eventually weekends became somewhat boring and served only as a
too-short break from the work week.
- - -
Internet back then wasn't as fast as now. My patience was lost
at the time it took for some pages to load up. We were past
the dial-up on the modem phase back then, but we didn't have
internet speeds like today. Back then, there wasn't a lot of
content yet on the internet to interest me. We didn't have the
endless content of Youtube and streaming services to come. I
kept up with my friends by email, but that's as far as I went on the
internet at home. Instead, I only needed to make a phone call
to reach any friends and I was content.
Weekday evenings where nice when we cuddled or fooled around, but a
lot time she drove me crazy gossiping with gal pals or arguing with
her mother on the phone. I loved her, but some nights I
preferred to let her go to sleep early without me. If I was
horny and I sensed there was to be no sex, I stayed up and jacked
off in the living room alone.
On those kind of evenings, I knew she was going to bed soon if I
heard her prepping her lunch for the next day or saw her doing her
long beauty treatments of creams and lotions. After she went
to bed, I'd tiptoe to our bedroom to see if I could hear her snoring
very lightly. Then I would go back to the living room and turn
out the lights. In just the TV lighting, I pulled out my dick
and spit in my hand. I used spit as lube until pre-cum oozed
into my foreskin. Common masturbation fantasies included me
and my wife at a restaurant and I fantasized about her sucking me
under the table. I imagined me fingering her pussy under a
panties-free skirt without anyone realizing what was going on under
the tablecloth. Those fantasies made me cum big. While my
penis was average, my cumloads were really big. After I
cleaned up, I'd head to the bedroom and fall to sleep quickly.
However, one night I jacked off for over 30 minutes and I wasn't
able to shoot. Instead, I was just getting tired. I was
hard, but despite how much I jacked, an orgasm never came.
Eventually, I jumped awake to find out I had dozed off. With
my hand resting on my flaccid penis, I had no idea how long I'd sat
there asleep and exposed. I turned off the TV and went to
bed. I lay in bed confused about why I wasn't able to shoot a
load.
- - -
After going to the baseball game with Oscar, I realized how much I
missed hanging out with my buddies. There were several reasons
why I no longer met them out for a drink or something. Going
to college for four years had separated me from high school
pals. After graduation, I was separated from my college
friends after we all went back to our home towns. Half of my
friends had gotten married and or were busy starting a family.
It seemed like "growing up" had separated me from all the fun
days. Feeling lonely for friends, I spent one Sunday calling
around and found no one to chill with. I hadn't seen Oscar in
a while, so I called him up. There was no answer, so I left a voice
mail for him.
"Hey man, it's Aaron. Say, let's hang out soon. There's
a car show coming up. Hit me up if interested. Text me!"
I felt snubbed after I didn't hear back from him right away.
Yet by Thursday, he texted me back and told me he wanted to go to
the car show if it wasn't too expensive. The entry fees were
not cheap, but it was something we both found interesting, So, I
told him I was treating him. He was very excited about
it. After I hung up from talking to him on the phone, I felt
very happy.
On the next weekend, I met him halfway at a mall. From there,
he parked and I drove us to the convention center. The place
was packed. Despite looking very tired, Oscar enjoyed
himself. We had a great time. We had conversations about
cars, sports, and work. Then he confided me regarding a
personal thing.
"Hey man, I wanna ask you a question. Well..."
He stammered. I was stumped at whatever he was trying to
say. He hesitated and then nodded like saying never mind, but
then he turned around and standing inches from my face to face
blurted it out.
"I am gonna pop the question dude. I'm so freaking nervous
about it. I have to go sign for the ring tomorrow. It's
so expensive, what if she hates the damn ring."
"Chill bro. I can tell you from the chatter I hear on a daily
basis, she's crazy about you. Do you feel the same?"
"You sure?"
I nodded yes.
"Well, yeah! I love her, man."
"If you're worried about money, all of us are always going to be in
some kind of debit financially. Go for it! In the
worst-case scenario, she says no you return the ring and then you
know it wasn't meant to be. Yeah?"
He sighed. His expression was very boyish as he smiled.
"I feel better after talking about this. I mean, I was gonna
call my dad but I don't want to get his hopes up. He'll tell
my mom and then she will get all excited for me. Then the
whole family will know."
I put my arm around his shoulder in a manly-buddy gesture.
"And don't worry, I won't say a word to my wife. I will know
how the outcome from her before I hear it from you."
He smiled and nodded in agreement. As we walked onward, he
seemed to have been content with my friendly advice.
"Say man, if it doesn't work out. Maybe we can still
hang. You're a cool dude, bro." he told me.
He smiled at me.
"Yeah. Sure."
I wasn't sure. Probably if it didn't work out, then wife would
bitch at me if I hung out with her cousin's ex-boyfriend. We'd
have to see what happened later.
- - -
I was playing with my Game Boy on the couch on a Friday evening when
I heard a scream from the other room. I ran to see if my wife
was okay, but she was sitting on the bed doing her nails with her
cell phone between her ear and shoulder.
"Felicitaciones...hold on girl."
Ana turned to face me.
"Oh my god baby, Oscar popped the question. They're getting
married!"
"Cool, congratulations!" I told her.
The gals rambled on the phone in the background. I looked for my
phone then plopped back on the couch. Then I texted Oscar,
"Welcome to the family brotha!"
- - -
After the wedding, Oscar moved into Jessica's apartment. He
and I became best friends quickly. When football season rolled
around, we took turns watching football games at each other's
place. The girls looked forward to their visits
together. They both hated football, so we were left alone to
watch the games on living room TV. The girls kept busy in
another part of the house. Most of the time, they watched a
rented DVD in the bedroom and kept away from us two while we yelled
at the TV, drank beer, and stuff our faces.
Work was becoming stressful as I gained more responsibilities.
I was making good money, but money and bills were constantly on my
mind. In hindsight, we were doing really well for a couple of
twenty-somethings financing a house and a car while not having to
live paycheck to paycheck. Regardless, money and bills
preoccupied me. Hanging out with Oscar was a good way to blow
off steam and to de-stress. I felt so comfortable with him. I
always relaxed in his presence and he was easy to talk to. If
there was a game day planned, the thought of it motivated me to get
through the work week quickly. If he ever had to cancel, I was
extremely disappointed. If he canceled, I spent most of the
weekend sleeping on the couch.
Later on, Ana's employer moved their call center to the suburbs, so
now we had to travel to work separately after that. It was
refreshing to have some of my own space back and I should have been
more appreciative of our time together in the evenings. The
conversation topics from our former drives home together were now
discussed while eating dinner. At times, it was slightly
tedious to hear. I didn't want to hear her complain about her
"bitch boss" or what her mother said the entire time we ate our
dinner at home. However, I enjoyed the rest of the evening
watching TV with her and only moderate conversation. If we
just cuddled and watched TV without a lot of talking, I was
happiest.
As the football season moved on, the girls got bored with just
sitting around during the games. A couple of times they tried to
hang and watch with us, but ended up talking to each other over the
game. Eventually, they planned their own outings like visiting
Jessica's mother (Ana's aunt) or shopping. If we went to
Oscar's place, they would leave in Jessica's car for a few hours and
leave us alone. I felt really good when bonding with my best
friend.
We joked around like brothers--probably because neither of us had
one. I was an only child and he had three sisters.
Sometimes we had serious talks about our worries like about our jobs
or stressing over finances. I'd complain that I tried hard to
budget our money, but Ana spent so much money.
He'd tell me his wife was always declaring she was going to quit her
day job and go back to school. He said there was no way they
could afford that. But our catch phrase we used together
privately was, "gotta keep the wife happy" (which meant just
listening to them and not disagreeing). It felt good confiding
in someone about my personal worries.
We didn't do many couples nights anymore. Sometimes when there
was no game, the two of them came to visit and we'd all go to
Wal-Mart for grocery shopping. The wives were obsessed using
coupons to get free stuff or extreme discounts. The two of
them did most of the shopping while we followed behind. Once
at home, they divvied up the groceries and free coupon stuff and
then they went home. I enjoyed hanging out even on those
shopping days. He was my pal.
One day in October, the weather had been unseasonably warm. It
felt like a summer day. Ana went to her parents' house for
lunch and Oscar came over alone. No AC nor heater was on and
the windows were opened. After he sat down, he pulled off his
tennis shoes and socks. His feet were perfectly smooth and
very white despite the light brown skin of his arms and legs.
I remembered how he wiggled his toes once they were free. I
wore just a pair of old jogging shorts and no shirt.
He was in a good mood. The game started and we were full of
energy yelling back at the TV and shouting after a touchdown.
His eyes twinkled. We had beers and popcorn with our feet on
the coffee table (another thing my wife bitched about). I felt
so relaxed slouched down on the couch next to him. I had grown
so used to his quirky demeanor and deep voice. I was growing
fonder of him all the time. I snatched glimpses of him when
wasn't looking like noticing when he got up to go take a piss and
his shorts were sagging enough to expose the top of his ass crack. I
noticed his body when he took off his shirt in the warm house to
stay cool.
Jess would complain if he drove home tipsy, so half time was his
stopping point for alcohol. We had already eaten through the
lasagna leftovers in the fridge. We were tipsy, full of food
and beer, and lazy. We sat on opposite ends of the
couch. I had my feet on the coffee table and he was sitting
with his feet up on the couch leaning against its arm.
Jokingly, he stretched out put his feet in my lap.
"You need a longer couch, bro!"
I didn't push him off. Subconsciously, I enjoyed it. The
3rd quarter started, but I just looked down at his feet sitting on
my left leg and seeing his toes stretch or wiggle. When the
other team made a touchdown, I snapped out of my daze. Then
his phone rang.
"The wife calls..." he joked.
He picked it up and saw the number calling and frowned before
placing it next to his ear. He sat up and removed his feet
from my leg.
"Uh, hey mom. What's up."
Then he went silent. I turned down the TV volume for
him. He sat down as if in slow-motion and dropped his head.
I heard a woman's voice talking. and his free hand rested on
his forehead. When he raised his head again, he looked up at
me with the worst expression.
"What? OH MY GOD. When mom?"
I immediately grabbed the remote again and turned the TV off.
His voice cracked, and I felt a lump in my throat. A large tear ran
down his face along the side of his nose.
"I'm on my way."
His hand was shaking and he dropped the phone on the couch beside
him.
"What's going on bro?"
"FUCK MAN! GOD DAMMIT," he groaned.
He wiped his eyes with a shaking hand.
"Mom went to wake my dad from a nap, but he wouldn't wake up.
They think it was a heart attack. He's dead."
I moved next him and patted his back. Immediately, he dropped his
head on my shoulder and sobbed. I put my hand on his opposite
shoulder behind him and he rocked silently. I felt his nose
dripping and tears dripping down my neck and bare back.
"So sorry buddy. So sorry." I consoled.
I didn't know what else to say. He moved away and slumped
forward again. He picked up his shirt and wiped his face on
it. This was affecting me too--seeing him break down, so I
paused to take a breath. I really felt bad for the guy.
He sat there crying silently with his hands clenched and
shaking. I went to the kitchen and grabbed several paper
towels. I came back and handed them to him over the couch.
"Oh man, I'm sorry I'm such a fucking mess. I didn't mean to
slobber all over you."
I wiped my eyes behind him. Seeing him hurting upset me
too. I had no idea what to do. He loudly blew his nose
into a towel and then wiped his face. He sobered up.
"Oh fuck. I have to leave. I need to go to my
mom's. I have to drive to Houston first thing in the
morning. Jesus, I don't even have a suit to wear."
"Dude, we're the same size. Come with me."
He followed me to the bedroom. In the closet, I had a suit
already dry cleaned for future use. I hadn't used it in a long
time.
"There's a shirt and tie in there. We're mostly the same
size--it will fit you, I'm sure. Try it on."
Quietly, he slipped the pants on over his shorts and pulled on the
jacket. It fit perfectly.
"You got shoes?" I asked.
"Just a beat-up old pair."
"Sit your butt on the bed," I told him.
He sat down and stared at his lap. I dug out some matching
dress socks from a drawer and told him to put them on while I dug
under the bed for the shoe box. After I found them, he put
them on.
"See, perfect fit!"
He nodded silently and slowly. He began to pull off the
clothes and I hung them back onto the hanger. I stared when he
pulled off the pants and his shorts rode down and pubic hair was
exposed for a split second until he pulled the elastic up. I
slid the dry cleaner's cellophane back over it all. He packed
the shoes back into their box. Oscar walked to the living room
to grab his tennis shoes. Then I followed him out to his car
carrying the suit and shoe box. After I hung the suit in the
back seat and turned around, he surprised me with a tight bear hug.
"You're a real friend man. I won't forget this."
I still felt his touch after he pulled away. I stood on the
driveway and watched until his car was out of view. A very
exciting and fun Sunday had taken a turn for the morose. I
went back inside to clean up our mess. I picked up lots of
stray popcorn bits from the carpet on my knees--then I found his
socks. For a reason I didn't know, I picked up the socks and
held them to my nose. They smelled of old sneaker and
feet. I sat like that for a long time. I was knocked out
of my trance when I saw Ana driving up through the window. I
went to the spare room and shoved his socks in my computer desk
drawer. I'd give them back to him later.
- - -
Ana wasn't mad that I lent my expensive and only suit to Oscar, but
later she nagged me about getting it back. I told her I was in
no rush. A few weeks later, she pissed me off by asking
Jessica on the phone if Oscar was done with my suit. I was so
embarrassed. It sounded stupid and petty and I didn't even
need it back yet. She was on the rag, so I didn't argue with
her. Instead, I stormed out of the room and went to the spare
"office" room and slammed the door.
It wasn't the first time I had gone back to my computer desk and
secretly sniffed his socks. I didn't know why. I
couldn't explain why I got a hard on each time that I did it.
While she talked on the phone in the other room, I pulled out my
dick and jacked off with Oscar's socks under my nose. I
stopped short of cumming and managed to hide my dick under my
t-shirt when she barged in. She just came to tell me dinner
was ready and she was gonna go ahead and eat.
Again, I couldn't explain it at the time. I pulled my dick out
again and jacked off in a mad frenzy after she closed the
door. I imagined the way his toes wiggled and curled. I
thought of the way his ass crack often showed when Oscar stood up in
baggy shorts. I even thought about his eyes and crooked front
teeth!! I shot volleys of cum into the carpet and against the
side of the desk. A feeling of defiant satisfaction rolled
over me in the aftermath of my extreme orgasm. I was out of
breath and was sweating under my arms. I dared her to walk in
and find me like that! I wiped my hands dry on a couple of
Kleenex tissues. I sniffed his socks one more time and then put them
away.
- - -
A few nights later, I lay on the couch watching TV after Ana went to
bed. This time, I'd started thinking of Oscar before my dick
was out. In just the light of the TV, I slid off my shorts and
lay there naked. While I didn't go into immediate orgasm like
before, my dick stayed hard as I thought of him and
masturbated. I was thinking of things he said, the way he
laughed, and again his feet. Why his feet? I didn't even care
about girl's feet. My mind focused again on the object of my
fantasy and quickly shot a load into my hand.
I wiped my cum off with my shorts and sat there naked staring at the
TV but not really watching it. I closed my eyes and tried to
understand what was going on. I was confused about being
turned on by thinking about another dude. The other concern
was that I was getting boned over my best friend--another
dude! I concluded to myself that I had what folks referred to
as a "man crush". I declared to myself that I just really
admired him as friend. Like a brother. That's why my
mind turned that simple affection into something more. That's
all there was to it! I got up and headed to our bedroom.
I feel asleep quickly.
- - -
A month had passed before I saw him in person again. Until
then, we kept in touch by emailing each other short notes. I
sent funny pics found online or links to music videos that I felt he
might like. He sent me links to sports articles and the
occasional naked woman pic he thought was hot. Guy
stuff. I wondered how he would freak if he knew I had jacked
off thinking about him!
The next time we met in person was after we made plans to see a
movie. He wanted to see a totally fucked up horror movie and I
agreed on it just to hang out with him. Because of the
distance between my house and his apartment, we met halfway between
us in another town. We were going to eat pizza and then head to the
theater. I was parked and waiting when he drove up. He
got out and pulled off his blue polo work shirt. I looked closely at
his smooth back. After he reached in the back seat and pulled
out a t-shirt, he turned around and lifted his arms in the air to
pull it over his head and onto his body. His chest and stomach
were completely smooth except for few curly, black hairs in the
center of his chest. He had a very slight bulge at his
sides. His chest was flat with squared pecs. The only other
visible body hair was curly, damp hairs in armpits. I got out
of the car and greeted him.
"You had to work on a Saturday--didn't you work all week already?"
"Yeah, a woman interested in a Camry was in contact with me all week
and was supposed to come in and sign the papers today--bitch was a
no-show though. I got a sale later though, but it was a lot of
fucking work. I should win a fuckin' medal for that one.
Let's eat!"
We walked into the pizza joint and seated ourselves. We gave
our order to the waitress and then chatted before the food
came. He yawned and looked so tired.
"You sure you're gonna stay awake during the movie?" I joked.
"No, well truth be told...I'm game for us shooting some pool and
having a beer. I was cool the movie, but I want to chill. I
know this is mean, but I picked a movie my wife would never wanna to
see on purpose. I need to relax without her around."
"Say what?" I joked.
"Come on man, don't you sometimes want a break? A day off from
the wife? I swear. Sometimes lately she's pissed me
off. You know, not major fights or anything big. Just
things she says or does. Like tossing out food that I wanted
or recording over a game I recorded. Nagging about
shit. You know what I mean man?"
"Yeah, actually I do. Sometimes you just gotta let them do
their thing." I joked.
"Seriously man, I love her and usually she is a badass and
cool...then she will turn around and really piss me off."
His face looked slightly sad.
"Let me tell you man, you know the day my dad died? You were
there for me, man. You know what she said when I got
home? She asked me if I thought my mom was gonna sell her
house. You know she keeps bugging me agree to buy a fuckin'
house. She asked did I think he left us any money.
Fucking money yo!"
A young man and woman with two small kids looked up from another
table after he raised his voice. The restaurant was tiny, so
they could hear it all. Then he lowered is voice.
"She never even just put her arms around me to just let me cry it
out. She was like nagging about stuff I needed to do before
the drive to Houston like getting gas and telling me not to get a
speeding ticket. Bossin' me like I was a kid. She was
going to go with me, but at some point I just told her I'd drive
there alone. Then she got bitchy."
"Well dude, maybe she didn't know what to say. I mean some
folks aren't good at that stuff. Maybe she wasn't sure how to
comfort you. You probably hurt her feelings too by telling her
to stay home. Did you even talk to her later about it...or did
you just let it fester?"
"By the time I got home, I was worn out. Then she was the
opposite of before. She had dinner ready and all that
shit. I even got laid. But earlier at the worse moment,
she couldn't be there like I wanted her to."
"Maybe she caught her mistake later and wanted to make up for it,
man." I told him.
"Shit, you don't want to hear me whine like a girl. You're a
bit wiser than me. Let's change the subject."
The waitress brought our pizza and drink refills. I was really
hungry. I stuffed pizza in my mouth and ate heartily. I
was thinking about the money saved not going to the cinema and
paying too much for popcorn and drinks. Either way, I was glad
to spend time with him. We finished our pizza in
silence. Oddly, I wanted to hug him. He looked sad as he
ate. I wondered if he was just remembering his deceased dad or
if he was thinking of the problems with his wife. When I ate
the last bite, I suggested we go to make sure we didn't have to wait
long for a pool table.
Oscar lightened up after we hit the sports bar. It wasn't very
busy and we got a pool table right away. Good music played and
we relaxed. He played way better than me. So, each time
he shot balls into a pocket, he got so excited. He acted like
a happy kid. I found myself staring as his butt when he bent
with his cue stick pondering a move. We skipped the booze and
settled for Coca Cola--we didn't need any alcohol to have fun.
After a couple of hours passed, I heard his phone beep. He
pulled it out and looked at it quickly, and then shoved it back in
his pocket.
"She's already home from her mom's," he said dryly.
We decided to call it a day. On our way out, we stopped at the
men's room to drain our ourselves. We stood side by
side. I hadn't stood next to him at a urinal before. I
strained my eyes to look downward at his penis, but all I could see
without turning my head was a stream arching into the urinal and
hitting the smooth porcelain. A man with strong body odor
walked up behind me and was waiting for his turn, so I quickly
zipped up and walked to the sink to wash my hands. It was
homeless guy. As I washed my hands, Oscar squeezed in to use
the only sink with me. Our shoulders touched as I rinsed my
hands and he squirted soap onto his. After we walked outside,
he put his arm over my shoulders like a buddy would do.
"I had a blast man. Why don't we do this more often?"
"I had a great time too," I told him.
I stopped at my car turn to face him.
"When can you hang again?"
"Well, they're throwing her parents a 30th anniversary party next
weekend. I'm going to be doing lots of overtime. My
sales are behind, dude."
Now he looked tired again. This time I put my hand on his shoulder
and massaged it.
"Don't overdo it man. Don't stress out. You'll do fine."
"Yeah, I know but I worry about money and bills. She wants a
house. Even with the two of our salaries combined, ain't no
one gonna approve a loan for us.."
"It's much easier than you think, man. Many of my clients have
a regular house and a summer home or expensive cars while having
ungodly debt. I told you before..everyone is in debt these
days, anyways. Yet on a budget and with a good real estate
agent, I am sure you can find a good house and you won't have to
finance it for a hundred years."
He looked up me and covered his eyes from the glare of the sun.
"That gives me some hope bro. Thanks for the pep talk."
I reached out for a handshake, but he gave me a fast bro-hug.
"Just go home, shower, and relax with your woman. Get a piece
of ass!" I told him.
"I could use it man. Seriously!"
He gave me a thumbs up and got in his car. I watched him drive
off before I started my car. I looked down and realized I had
a half-woody!
- - -
I drove home with the music playing lowly. I kept thinking of
our conversation. After cheering him up, I was the one who was
feeling indifferent. I thought maybe I felt blah now because I
didn't want to go home. Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed
my exit on the freeway. I hadn't even noticed that I had
already reached it. It was like my mind had drifted off elsewhere
and then suddenly came back at that moment. At the light, I
unrolled my window and handed a dollar bill to the homless woman
standing there talking to herself. I turned at the light and
headed home.
I knew Ana was cooking my favorite meal that evening, but coming
home felt anticlimactic. As soon as I entered the house, I smelled
the good cooking aromas. She was dozing on the couch, but
heard me when I put my keys on a table.
"Hey sweetie. The pot-roast is done. I kept it warm for you in
the oven. Potatoes and carrots just the way your mom makes
it!"
She got up and slid her arms around me and kissed me on the
neck. I pulled off my shirt and followed her to the
kitchen. We fixed our own plates. I piled mine
high. She opened two cans of Dr. Pepper and then we ate
quietly. After we ate, I picked up our plates and took them to
the sink to rinse them. I felt her arms sliding around my
upper waist. I told her I had been sweaty and smelled like bar
smoke. She pulled me by the hand and led me to the
bedroom. Soon we were fucking like rabbits. She hadn't
surprised me like that in a long time.
It felt too good. I was sweating and riding her steadily, but
an orgasm eluded me. She had already cum once but I kept riding
her. I turned her over onto her back and with her legs on my
shoulders, I slow-fucked her. Needless to say, images of Oscar
crept into my mind. I humped faster and came with an
explosion. He came again.
Lying on our backs in the aftermath, she sighed deeply. I
hugged her.
"Wow baby, you got wild with that one. You must have been
really pent up!" She joked.
"It was a good release," I said softly.
Immediately, I felt guilty. My dick lay against my thigh. When
I rearranged it, residual cum dripped on my leg. I had to piss
bad now.
"Dammit I don't want to get up!" I joked.
I sat up, and walked naked to the bathroom and pissed into the
toilet. When I got back to the bed, I heard her slightly
snoring. I slid under the sheet and closed my eyes. The
image of a shirtless Oscar lit up in my head. It was the last
thing I remember--thinking of what Oscar must look like naked.
My hard dick pressed into the sheet underneath me with those
forbidden thoughts staying there until I drifted off to sleep.
- - -
Work got busier. I was given more responsibilities and stress
increased. As Autumn turned to winter, I didn't see Oscar for
a month. I thought about him a lot. I began to feel
paranoid and thought I wasn't going to hear from him. I
finally called him one day on my lunch break.
"Hey stranger--how are you?" I told him.
"Trudging along. Hey, I talked to that real estate dude after
you sent me his number. You didn't tell me he was like a
hundred years old."
"Sorry man, he's a friend of my parents. My dad really
respects him. I think you can trust him."
"Oh no man, he turned out to be really smart. He realized we
don't know shit about buying a house. We spent all month
looking at houses with him. Now we're waiting to see if our
loan will go through. If it happens, we should be in house
next month. She's going to be so happy."
"Wow man, that's so fucking cool. I told you it was
possible. Just let him help you and make sure you ask a lot of
questions."
"Yeah man. I know. Jess is already planning how she's
gonna decorate. It's an older house, but we'll get it
inspected before we take it. I'm already thinking of all the
fixer-upper things I can do. My old man was a
jack-of-all-trades. Now I can put all of the old school stuff
that he showed me to the test."
He sounded more upbeat than I'd heard him sound in a long
time. I smiled as he talked.
"Hey man, I've gotta get off the phone. I gotta get back to
work. You caught me on a piss break."
I heard a toilet flush and laughed.
"Okay man, but let's meet up soon. I miss you man."
"Same here buddy. I'll text you tonight."
I hung up and felt silly about telling him that I had missed
him. As I turned back to my laptop and worked, I analyzed my
frequent thoughts about him. Thoughts of Oscar crept into my
head several times a day. I thought of him a lot--especially
when having sex with my wife! Also, he was the star of my jack
off fantasies.
My night time jack off sessions alone in the living room
increased. When I beat off, I thought of him stripping or
kissing me. I thought about how he laughed or the way he
cussed a lot. I recalled admiring his curly wet hairs in his
armpits when he had no shirt on. Why was I thinking of my best
friend like that? I was sure it was some kind of displaced
feelings that I had craved from my wife. Sex was decent, but
she never wanted to suck my dick. I was desiring things she
didn't do for me, but why was I thinking sexual thoughts about my
buddy? My biggest fear was that I might be gay. It never
occurred to me that I might simply be bisexual.
One evening, I mowed the front lawn in stifling humidity.
After that was done, I went inside and showered. Ana was on the
phone talking to her mother, so I heated up leftovers and ate while
I watched TV. I turned on my personal laptop and started to
Google the topic. Most articles were about how many women
admitted having same-sex thoughts and fantasies. In one of
these articles it stated, "Men often have same sex fantasies--even if
they don't admit it to anyone or act on them. Most people lie
somewhere on the spectrum between gay and straight, but it's much
more socially permissible for women to acknowledge same-sex
curiosities".
My wife walked in lugging a large clothes basket. She plopped
it on the floor in front of the couch. I immediately closed
the browser entirely and closed the laptop. As we sat and
folded clothes, we talked about our days at work. She was in
her panties and wore one of my undershirts with no bra.
Instead of being aroused, I just watched TV and hoped she would fall
asleep before me so that I could jack off on the couch alone
later. After we folded all the clothes, I carried the basket
to the bedroom. Ana came up behind me and rubbed my back.
"Hey babe, I'm really sleeping already. I'm gonna jump in
bed. Besides, I have to go in early to help decorate Winnie's
desk for her birthday."
"Okay babe. Good night."
I kissed her on the lips and she laid on the bed. As I walked
out of the bedroom, she turned the lamp off. I went back to
the couch and opened my laptop. Now it was dark except for the
TV. I turned its volume down and googled bisexual topics
again. I read about people who are pan-sexual, omnisexual, or
poly-sexual. I had never heard of those terms before.
I didn't think anyone of those referred to me. I wasn't
attracted to others regardless of gender. I googled "hot naked
men". I looked through a ton of photos, but I didn't find
myself getting hard yet. I watched a few short gay porn videos
and it was interesting to see mean going it at. However, I
wasn't turned on until I saw a scene with one dude spreading another
dude's ass to eat it out. The camera showed a close-up of his
tongue licking the other guy's asshole. Suddenly, my dick
rose. I slid my hand in my boxers and rubbed my dick.
I closed my eyes and imagined pulling down Oscar's shorts and eating
his ass. I pictured us kissing and my hand jacked
faster. I wondered what he smelled like up close. I
pushed the elastic under my balls to free my dick. I jacked
off fast and thought of me on top of him naked. Then I squirted cum
into the carpet in a fury. I was spent after that. I lay there
slouched on the couch with legs stretched outward on the
floor. I slowly shook my cock to fling off any stray
jizz.
I had a crush on my best friend. No, more than just a
crush... What was I going to do?
- - -
A day after the closing for Oscar's new house, Ana and I drove over
Saturday morning to help them move. I was glad to find out
that the house was located only 20 minutes away from ours. We
arrived around 10am and I found Oscar pushing a dolly up into a
small U-Haul truck.
"Hey man, you started without me?" I asked.
"Yeah dude, I already made one trip over there. We took a
bunch of boxes. Jess stayed at the house."
He looked over at Ana.
"Jess asked if you could help her unpack boxes after we get over
there again. There's a cooler with water and juices in the
kitchen," he told her.
"I'll look around and see if there's any light stuff for me to
grab," she told us.
She walked into the apartment and disappeared. We
followed. Inside, I was surprised at all the stuff we had to
move. I shook my head.
"This place looks so crowded with all the boxes piled up," I said.
"Yeah man, I know. This is my shit and hers combined. We
never got rid of anything."
"Okay boss, let's get started," I told him.
We filled the truck with the remaining boxes and then moved in the
bed and stuff from the living room. It didn't take long to
fill the small truck.
"Let's take that over and come back for the heavy shit. Once
that is packed, we're done!"
We drove from the west side of Fort Worth to his house located just
outside of Dallas. After we got off the freeway and drove
another few miles, we entered a nice, aging neighborhood. We
passed several houses with kids outside playing. Many yards
had tall trees full of leaves showing their autumn colors. I
cracked my window to let the fresh morning air inside. I felt
good riding with him just listening to music on the radio.
At Oscar's house, we unloaded boxes into the garage, kitchen, and
bedrooms. He looked worn out already, so I suggested we take a
break.
"Damn, I'm so out of shape man."
"I hear you," I answered. "I need to hit the work gym more often!"
"Gyms are so expensive," he commented.
"Yeah, shit. They are. I'm lucky I can use it for free."
He didn't look out of shape to me. There was only the
slightest bulge around his waist and it was likely going to stay
there because of his wife's good cooking. I noticed how the more he
was sweating, the hair on the top of his head curled up. I
watched his butt flexing as he walked. I wondered if he was
free-balling under those baggy shorts. I snapped out of my
thoughts and finished helping him.
- - -
After the truck was unpacked, we hopped back in and drove all the
way back to the apartment. When we got back, the task of
moving the last stuff seemed daunting--all of the heaviest stuff was
left.
"How do y'all have so much shit?" I joked again.
"Hell man, like I told you. All this stuff is my old apartment
combined with hers. You know, a lot of the boxes we had never
unpacked and were in the closets. And she told me she's got
more stuff at her mom's that they have been saving for us!"
"It'll all fit in the house. Don't worry." I told him. "At
least what's here in the apartment. Good luck with the rest!"
"Yeah, I know. Let's get this shit done."
With the morning chill gone, the sunshine shined brightly and it was
unseasonably warm outside. The humidity outside became stifling as
the afternoon passed. We were both dripping in sweat even
though I had on a tank top and he had his sleeves cut out. I'd
stupidly worn jeans and I constantly adjusted my balls in my through
the uncomfortable denim. He had on basketball shorts. I
couldn't stop watching his round butt bouncing whenever I had the
chance.
The work was hard and after the last box was forced into the truck,
he closed the back of it and pushed in the ramp. We walked
back inside where we dug out the last bottle of cold water from the
cooler. I peeled off my shirt and then he did the same.
He leaned against the wall and slid down to his butt onto the
floor. He drank from the bottle and handed it to me. The
top of the bottle had just left his full lips and I pressed it to
mine to drink the water.
"Fuck man, I am tired. I just want to go home, strip off the
clothes, and take a nap."
"You could strip off your clothes here," I said.
He slid down further onto his back as I handed back the
bottle. He poured some of the cold water on his face and then
drank the rest of it down. I should have regretted saying that he
could strip there. I was in another state of mind. I'd
scooted down on the floor next to him against the wall. He
looked smokin' hot to me. I got an erection from the over all
visual image of his flushed damp face and forehead, bare chest, and
hairy legs. When he closed his eyes, his armpit scent drifted
to my nose and I wanted him like crazy. I glanced down at his
crotch. He opened his eyes and saw me staring down at his lap.
He nervously adjusted his shorts. Our sweaty odors filled my
nose like pheromones. It was now or never. I slowly
rolled over and kissed him firmly on the mouth. I felt the
steamy breath of his nose on my face and I pulled away. I
found his eyes were closed.
Suddenly, he opened them wide.
"Whoa man!" he said hoarsely.
I was embarrassed. My body felt feverish and I started to rise, but
his arm pulled me down and I fell over onto him. He stared
deeply into my eyes. His hand gently moved to my neck and
pulled me back to him. He kissed me back and I rested my sweaty
chest on his. I could feel his heart thumping. I reached
for his crotch and felt a fully erect dick pressing through the thin
material. His tongue slid into my mouth. It was a very long
kiss and it took my breath away! I sat up stunned. He
sat up and our shoulders touched. There was a goofy smile on his
face!
"I'm sorry bud. I'm a stupid ass." I immediately blurted out.
"Don't be."
My heart was racing.
"Why me man?"
I shrugged my shoulders. Oscar stood and pulled me up. He
looked into my eyes as if looking for an answer. Then he
kissed me and our tongues slid into each other's mouths. His
hands slid up my wet back and I rested my hands on his butt. I
ground my crotch against his and pulled me tighter. Then his
cell rang!
He reached into his pocket without us separating and put it against
his ear.
"Yeah?" he answered.
He had it on speaker phone.
"Hey baby, you guys almost done? We're gonna go and pick up
lunch for us all. You want pizza or chicken?"
"Chicken. Yeah, we're about to head back there. We just took a
break to um...rest for a minute."
"Alright baby. Don't you guys overdo it. See you
soon. Love you." she said.
"Okay," He replied.
After he saw the call was disconnected, he looked back at me.
"Oh, shit man. This is crazy."
"You want to forget it ever happened?" I asked.
"I don't think I can."
He thought about it.
"I mean...maybe I don't want to forget it."
My heart jumped.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"We need to get back."
I nodded. I was resigned to let it go. I'd opened a can
of worms. As I stepped out of the door, he held onto my arm
and kissed me again. I was rock hard. I walked to the
truck trying to nonchalantly adjust the raging boner in my
pants. Inside the truck, he started the engine and turned on
the AC full blast. Neither of us said a word
immediately. I stared out of the window feeling both relieved
and uncertain.
"Maybe I got what they call a man-crush on you bro?" I asked.
"Naw man, I think a man-crush is when a dude just really admires
another. Like he thinks his buddy is the shit but it's
platonic. I don't know. Don't be embarrassed man.
I've sensed something for a while that I couldn't put my finger
on. I wouldn't say that it one-sided, but is different with
me."
"Whatever this thing is, I dunno. But I think you're...fucking
hot."
His face blushed red.
"I've thought about you while at all kinds of moments: At
work, jacking off, and even when I'm shooting inside my wife." I
confessed.
He braked unusually hard at the traffic light. Holding on
tightly to the big steering wheel, he turned to look at me. I
looked into his sexy eyes.
"I don't think anyone's ever felt that way about me. I mean no dude
has."
"Well, you kissed me back. You're feeling something too."
"I liked it, Aaron. It's a lot to process though."
We drove the rest of the way with no talking. I kept thinking
of his tongue in my mouth. The taste of it. The smell of
him up close. The feeling of our bodies touching. I
didn't want to go back to his house. I wanted to drive to a
motel and have sex with him. Maybe we would later? Now I
was tripping. I rested my hand on his leg. Then I moved
it to his thigh.
"Yo man. You're gonna make me crash!"
"Okay."
I pulled my hand away. I was difficult to do so.
- - -
Finally, we turned onto his street and drove up the driveway.
The girls had all the food ready when we got inside. There was
a case of beer in the fridge. It was nice how our wives doted
on us. I just sat down and she brought me a paper plate with
two chicken legs and a pile of mashed potatoes with gravy. The
cold beer felt good going down my throat. I was
famished. The adrenaline-like energy from our earlier
experience had waned and now my hands felt shaky. I ate it all
and went back for more. I opened a Dr. Pepper and guzzled it
down. Now the rush of a filled stomach and satisfied appetite
replaced the other feelings.
"Let's get started man. The longer sit here, the harder it's
gonna be to unload the truck!" I told him.
"Okay, damn. I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow." He said.
"You and me both."
We stood up and I took a walk around the place as he gave me a
tour. Three bedrooms, two baths, and a big kitchen. The
rooms weren't huge, but it made up for it by having a small den in
the back of the house. We went back outside in the heat.
Dark clouds loomed in the west, but I hoped we could finish before
any rain came. We started with the heaviest stuff and got it
situated.
It feels like fuckin' summer today," he complained.
Still, we moved on. As we carried the heavy dresser into the
house, we looked into each other's eyes. The eye contact
aroused me again. I had to fight off staying erect. My
jeans were tight in the butt and crotch. I looked at his upper
arms flexing and tightening as we carried the extremely heavy
furniture. In the house, I wondered if the wives noticed
anything different about us.
Finally, we reached the end. All that was left was the
mattresses. As soon as we moved the beds out of the truck, he
pulled down the door and locked it. We walked back into the
garage and were alone. His forehead had a sheen of sweat and the
hairs above were curled up from the dampness.
"You're a lifesaver man. I couldn't have moved this stuff
without you. Thank you."
He gave me a man hug quickly. I wanted to pull him to me and
kiss him hard. I let him finish the hug and he pulled away
looking flushed and embarrassed.
"You're my best friend man," I told him.
He nodded.
"Of course."
He smiled, but it seemed like he wanted to say more. I spoke
to avoid another awkward moment.
"Let me get the woman and tell her we're done. You better go
return that truck before you collapse on the couch. You need a
ride back home? Ana and me can follow you there to drop it
off."
"I'll holler at Jess. She's gonna follow me there. I'm
good. Luckily, I can drop it off here in town instead of
driving all the way back to Fort Worth."
I looked him over again. Still shirtless and covered in
sweat. I'd engrave that sexy image in my mind for the next
jack off session. I went inside and was impressed with the
progress the ladies had made. The majority of the boxes were
unpacked or at least in the room they were supposed to be. The
bathrooms had new shower curtains up and the living room furniture
was arranged. The flat screen TV sat on its stand with the
volume muted.
Once we were back at home, it was time for dinner. We nibbled
on the left-over chicken. It was indeed time for a shower--I
really stank. The warm shower felt glorious on my tired
body. I stood there under the flowing water until I felt very
sleepy. Then I thought about the water bill and soaped
up. After I got out, my body felt like lead. Without
drying off, I walked into the bedroom to the bed and fell over on
it. After collapsing naked on the bed, I heard my wife enter
the room.
"That's a fine-looking naked man on my bed!" she said.
I sighed when I felt her hand stroke my leg and move up to my butt.
"Is this the single time you're horny instead of me and I can't even
move an inch?" I joked.
"I'm tired too, babe. I'm gonna shower and then lay down and
read. I am sure I won't have the lamp on long."
"Don't worry. I'm about to fall asleep now."
I don't recall if she said anything after that. I slept deeply
and I didn't stir until the usual train drove by and I heard its
horn mournfully drone in the distance. It was a comforting
sound as always. I glanced at the blue clock numbers and it
was a few minutes past 4am. I drifted back to sleep and
finally woke up at noon.
When I got up--or tried to get up--every muscle in my body was ached
badly. I struggled to put on a pair of boxers. I made my
way to the living room. Ana left a post-it note on the
TV. I pulled it off and read it. She'd gone to the
grocery store. I lay down on the couch hoping she wasn't going
to spend too much money. I found a channel with Die Hard
playing. I'd seen it twice before, but I watched it
anyway. I'd watched thirsty minutes of the movied before
memories from the day before came flooding back in my head.
"Oh shit!" I said aloud to no one.
I finally remembered I had kissed my best friend! I realized I was
only fifty percent straight.
To be continued.