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.