New Story: Carpooling

[davekcmo]

Part Two: Poker Night

Chapter 9

The next couple of weeks of carpooling went by without much incident. Some flirting of course between all three of us. But, nothing serious; after the barbeque we just found our groove, and were comfortable with each other. I noticed Sheila’s tits of course, and Del’s massive pecker always poking up in his pants, but more often than not, we just enjoyed talking about the day and what we were going to eat for dinner. We’d occasionally stop and get dinner on the way back to break up the commute, especially on Fridays when we all got paid. I started to get settled in my not so new job and had found a roommate along the way to help with the rent. He was quiet, nondescript, and best of all, not obviously attractive to me. I didn’t need to be hard all the time at home either.

One afternoon in late August, Del was driving back, Sheila’s feet were out the window, a great song was on the radio and we were all singing along. Labor Day was coming up, and we all had Monday off of work. “So, Daniel-san, you got any plans for the non-laborious day,” Del asked after the song was over. I shook my head no and said,” not really, I can’t really go home for a short three day weekend, and my roommate is out of town. I figured I’d try to go into the city one day maybe. What about you all?” Sheila shrugged her shoulders, “no plans for me, but Del may have something in mind.” I turned to look at him. He just smiled and drove. “What’s the plan, Stan,” I asked. He said, “patience grasshopper, all things in time.” That night he forwarded me an email from Frank with the subject line “Poker night, or Poke him right.” I laughed, because Frank had used my joke in his invite. The email itself was a picture of dogs with hard ons holding cards with poker chips in the middle of the table. The only text in the picture was “Labor Saturday 1600 til dark.” I replied simply, “I’m all in” with a picture of a pile of poker chips being pushed into the center of the table.

Del replied to my reply explaining that the plans for poker night were confidential. It was a long standing gentleman’s agreement between the wives and the husbands. They don’t ask, we don’t tell. Not even the logistics, not even to Sheila, even though I wasn’t married to her, I was still bound by the same rules as Del himself. He mentioned that he would pick me up around 1300 and we’d head out. Evidently Frank always needs help setting up for what is a competitive poker tournament. In my mind, the poker game was a ruse to just get together for some male bonding. I had hooked up with a couple of really hot guys at the barbeque and was looking forward to even more action on Saturday. As I read Del’s email, I was getting hard thinking back to the barbeque the month before. I hadn’t had any action since, and my balls were beyond blue; I think they were heading into turquoise territory. I had jacked off to the various scenarios I experienced at the barbeque, and fantasized about the others I hadn’t had yet. Frank especially. His nine inch cock is permanently etched into my spank bank, and I had designs on making that happen in real life if I got the chance.

On Friday night, Del was driving back and Sheila said, “why don’t we grab some dinner on the way? There’s a steakhouse up ahead and we did get paid today.” Del nodded and looked in the rearview mirror at me. I was tracing the outline of my cock in my pants for his distraction, and simply nodded as I shifted in my seat to make my bulge more prominent for him. “That sounds great,” I said, keeping eye contact with Del who smiled at me, his eyes twinkling. He pulled off the highway at the next exit and turned into the parking lot. It was packed already and not even 1700 yet. We pulled in, and made our way to the front door. The hostess was a cute girl, maybe college but what I noticed beyond the smile was that she had a nice rack in the cowgirl western shirt, which was only buttoned up half way revealing quite a bit of tanned skin, and teasing my cock as much as Del in his sweat shorts. Sheila turned to me and whispered,” you like her huh?” I shrugged, a little bashful and said, “maybe a little. She’s cute, but young.” Sheila smiled and said, “she’s older than you think. Look at the cleavage- you don’t see a bra strap so she is sending a signal perhaps?” I was sort of blushing, half wanting to look and half hiding my own erection that was climbing up and to the right of my 501s. Del took up for me scolding Sheila, “don’t mess too hard with the boy, he can get his own tail.” Sheila turned to me and gave a little pinch to my ass and a wink. I chuckled and adjusted myself again, as I was getting harder with all the attention.

We got seated and I went to the bathroom. I needed to pee in the worst way, and the hard on was really complicating things. I stood at the urinal for a couple of minutes. The door swung open and a tall redneck guy, skinny with a long salt and pepper beard saddled up next to me. I was trying to think of anything that would cause my dick to retreat, but I was still rock hard between Sheila’s pinch, and the hostess’s lack of bra. After a minute, I realized I wasn’t hearing any sounds of peeing, the stream hitting the back of the urinal that I was expecting. I looked down, my own cock still at attention. I got the vibe that the guy might be checking me out. I looked over and he was standing back and jacking a huge fucking cock; it was easily 8 inches or more and thick- like a kielbasa. It had a wicked curve to it, pointing up and to the left. The slit was aiming right to me, even though he and I stood next to each other. I gave up trying to avoid eye contact and starting jacking and watching him directly. He started pick up his pace, slapping the shaft with his wrists. He began to breathe heavy and I could tell he was close, and so I reached over and cupped his balls that he had hung out over his zipper. As I massaged him he began to jerk back and forth, and several long ropes of cum shot out of his sideways cock at me hot and fast, and I got some on my shirt sleeve. I was so lost in the moment I didn’t notice, but instead started shooting myself, the sight of his ejaculation causing me to cum myself. It wasn’t the relief I had expected when I entered the restroom, but it wasn't unwelcome either. We folded our still hard cocks back into our jeans and proceeded to the sink to wash the evidence of our brief encounter away.

When I got back to the table, Del asked me, “did you fall in?” I said, “no, what are you talking about?” He looked at me and said, “your sleeve is awfully wet, I thought you might have had to climb out!” I just shrugged and said, “the water pressure from the sink was surprising I guess.” We got our food and watched a football game on the television mounted in the corner of the dining area. We finished up and paid, and as we were walking out together, I saw the redneck sitting at a long table with seven kids and a woman who looked haggard. He caught my eye and smiled a bit, and I nodded back. Sometimes we all need a little break from our reality I guess. When we got outside, Del asked, “who was that guy?” I said, “oh he saw my struggle with the faucet in the bathroom.” Del asked, “was it at least a big faucet?” I snorted and said, “yeah, with a wicked curve, which is why I am still wet!”

We headed back to my place. I was pretty sleepy after the meal, and Sheila had drifted off to sleep as well. She wasn’t snoring as much as she was breathing pretty loudly. Del whispered to me, “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. Same place as always.” I nodded, not wanting to say anything to rouse Sheila. Del smiled, and I smiled back. He and I had really bonded over the barbeque, and they were becoming my closest friends. Del or Sheila would occasionally call on the weekends just to see how I was doing, or if I wanted to go do something, catch a movie or go to the grocery store. Del would occasionally flirt with me, cupping my ass with his hand or just stopping in the middle of an aisle and bending over to show me his amazingly tight and round ass. The one with the fur. The one I dream about constantly. Sheila was more subtle. She would put an arm around me, encourage me to find a nice girl or better a not so nice girl that she could play with too. But, she was also sensing that I might just need to find me a nice boy even if she didn’t get to play with him either. She would ask, “what’s your idea of a perfect relationship.” Del would say, “putting out without having to put up with.” She’d slap him and say, “I’m asking Brian.” I would hem and haw, saying, “I’m not picky, just someone I can vibe with.” Del would say, “she’ll have to vibe with that hot piece of meat he has swinging.” Sheila then agreed saying, “it isn’t often swinging though. That’s why I think he needs a regular piece. Someone to take the edge off.”

We got back to my apartment late, and I waved goodbye to them. I climbed the stairs to my apartment, and put the key in the door and turned the knob. The lights were off and everything was as I left it. I was alone. It was both nice and sad at the same time. I was glad that I had jacked off at the restaurant, but also felt bad that this was my access to companionship. I thought about tomorrow’s adventure to Frank’s poker night and what may happen. I thought about Del and how amazing his body is. And all the fun I had had at the barbeque. I was chubbing up again, so soon after the redneck shot all over me and I shot into the urinal. I took off my jeans in the living room and set them on the couch. I started jacking off again; I turned on the TV, and put in a porn DVD. The girl on the film was getting fucked and blowing a different guy at the same time. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fuck her or be her. The guys were too polished, too central casting. I wanted a real man, with hair, muscles, and attitude, and a big cock that got hard and shot long. I was laying down watching the film, jacking, and daydreaming. I must have dozed off, because I woke up at about 2:00 am with my hand in my underwear and static on the TV. I turned everything off and went to bed.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 10

I got up the next morning and did some laundry. Del was going to be here by one, so I wanted to get a few things done beforehand. I put on some swimming trunks and got a towel. I also packed jeans and a polo in case this became a more formal affair. No underwear though, in case I did get lucky, no sense in an extra layer of clothes I didn’t need. I got a text from Del who said he was 10 minutes out, so I turned off all the lights, and locked up the apartment. I walked down the stairs and waited at the side of the curb. He pulled in a couple of minutes later, sun glasses, a polo and shorts. I threw my bag into the back and took Sheila’s normal seat shotgun to Del. He said, “good morning sunshine,” and opened his arms to receive a hug. I leaned over with the seat belt and all and hugged him, and as I pulled away I grazed his crotch with my thumb. He smiled and said, “later stud, it’s going to be a long day.” We headed off back toward the base.

This was the first time we could really discuss the plan for Poker Night. Del explained, “Frank wants it to be a real event, with teams, and competition, and a winner.” I nodded, and then confessed, “you know I don’t know how to play very well.” He shrugged and said, “don’t worry about it; you’ll figure it out, and to be honest, the ones that lose get to play with each other in the back faster than those still in the competition.” I smiled, losing wouldn’t be so bad. Del continued, “I’m not sure how many are coming to play or to,” and he paused, “play,” he motioned with air quotes, “but I suspect some of the same folks you met at the barbeque.” I nodded. I responded, “I would like to see Todd and even Ron, but there were others that I didn’t get a chance to play with, and some who I didn’t get their names, so it could be like meeting someone new.” Del said, “yeah, should be good. We are going to get there a little early so we can help with any set up. Frank is strong and virile, but he could use a hand.” I thought to myself, I’ll give him a hand. That cock was amazing, and the last time I had seen it, he just finished plowing a guy. It was so heavy, the head was so big, and his body was glistening from the sweat. I was getting hard just thinking about helping Frank out.

Del suggested that I change, because the pool was closed early, so there’d be no swimming. So, I just dropped trou in the car, and left my cock out swinging for a while. Del reached over and rubbed my leg as I was trying to get shorts on, and I stopped and let him cop a good feel. He turned to me, “if I could blow you and drive I would. But we need to get there, so I’ll have to take a rain check.” I played with my hard on for a while before getting dressed again, just to remind him of what I had to offer. He knew, as I saw his cock slide down his leg. I reached over and slid my hand up his shorts and played with his head under the fabric of the shorts. His cock twitched and continued to grow downward. He put the cruise control on and then opened his legs more so I could get a better grip. I told him, “if I could blow you and you could still drive I would. Oh, wait, maybe I can.” He smiled and shook his head no. “Daniel san, we are not yet outside the city limits yet, and that’s a ticket I don’t want to try to explain to Sheila.” I laughed and said ok. I patted his leg and put his cock back where it was less obvious and pulled down his shorts cuff to cover his throbbing erection.

We got to the house around 3 or so. There was less to bring up to the house, so we just walked up to the basement door. The screen door was propped open and we walked in. The basement had been restored to a game room with a large poker table on one side of the great room, with plush leather chairs. The TVs had a running loop of fish in an aquarium, and the backroom was lit. I walked over to see what it looked like in the light. I was bigger than I thought, but still small. No hanger racks, nor storage. It was empty so it could be repurposed as needed by men with erections and their willing compatriots brought in to service them. I had many a fine man here at the barbeque, and I’m looking forward to more.

Frank came through the door just then and bellowed, “Delbert, as the day is long.” They hugged, and then Frank turned to me. “Brian, how wonderful of you to make it.” I smiled and came over and hugged him. He whispered, “save me a dance this time.” I got hard immediately as we touched, and I replied, “I’m ready now, or whenever you are.” He chuckled, “soon, I will be ready soon. We have thirty coming over. Why don’t you give me a hand.” Del started clapping, an old joke for sure, and Frank glared, saying, “very funny, someone thinks they are a comedian.” He laughed and then we all did. Frank turned to me and asked, “Brian, can you get the wrestling mats out of the garage and bring them down here.” I nodded and headed up the stairs to the kitchen and the hallway that led to the garage.

 

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Chapter 11

I got to the garage and the mats were stored in a corner behind some other junk- bug sprayer, and gardening equipment. I leaned over and pulled the first one out. I then leaned over further and pulled another out. I carried the two back to the basement and turned around to get some more. As I walked back into the garage, Frank was talking to another guy I didn't know. He was younger, twenties, like me, and military based on the hair. Not even crew cut, but buzzed around the sides and the middle spiked up. A reddish auburn color, and blue eyes and a smile and laugh that just warmed me. I came over and Frank said, “oh yeah, Scott, this is Brian, Del and Sheila’s new friend. Brian, this is Scott; he’s a cyber kid at the base. You too can talk computers or something.” I smiled and stuck out my hand. “Nice to meet you,” I said. He shook my hand with a firm grip and flashed me a smile saying, “same.” I smiled back a little too much, and we just stood there shaking hands for a few seconds. Frank then cleared his throat and we stepped back from one another. “Scott, if you would, help Brian with the mats.” Frank turned to me and said, “try not to distract him too much. We have a lot to get done before the others arrive.” I nodded and winked at Scott. He blushed a little, and we headed to the pile of mats in the corner.

As we carried the last of the mats down to the basement we were talking. “So, have you been to poker night before?” Scott asked me. I shook my head no and said, “I went to the barbeque last month, but this is my first all male party since my tenth birthday party.” Scott laughed and said, “less cake now.” I chuckled. “And more ass I think,” I replied. We both laughed at that, and I had a chance to really look at him. He was so handsome. Big hands which I found extremely erotic, and a nice chest. He might be a computer guy but he had also been to a gym as well. He was about 6 inches shorter than me and easily weighed fifty pounds more, all muscle. His back formed the classic v-shape, and his ass was solid like Del’s. In fact from the back the two could be mistaken for each other. Brothers from different mothers maybe? I think had to wonder if his dick was the same as Del’s. As we were setting down mats, I caught a glimpse of his crotch and there was a lot of something bunched up behind the zipper. I think he caught me looking, so I stood up abruptly to break the gaze.

I headed up stairs to see if there was anything else to be done. The guys were all up there talking, Del and Frank, and Todd and Landon had arrived in the meanwhile too. Scott must have been right behind me, and Todd took a hold of Scott’s shoulders and gave him a bear hug. I found myself a little jealous of that hug, and I wasn’t sure if it was Scott or Todd I was jealous of. I think I was just mad that I wasn’t in the middle of that man sandwich. I moved over to Del and put my arm on his shoulder and leaned in. He whispered, “are you mad that the new boy you like has other friends?” I sheepishly said, “no, I don’t know what you are talking about.” Del leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. “You are still our special boy, Brian.” I pushed him away and said thanks. But, as I watched how animated Todd and Scott were I was hurt a little. Maybe Sheila was right- I needed a regular piece, and I wanted someone my own age.

I turned to Frank and asked, “is there anything else you need me to do?” Frank stopped stirring the chili on the stove and said, “yeah, could you and Landon set up the folding tables on the deck. We’ll eat outside this evening.” I headed outside following Landon. He was a big guy, big belly and an ass that was still defined if not a full buffet meal. I watched the buttcheeks go back and forth as I followed him out the sliding door. As he bent over to get the first table opened and the legs extended, I was overcome by the urge to spank his fat bottom. So I came up behind him and gave him a swat. He turned quickly and looked up at me with a devilish glint in his eye. “I didn’t know you liked to play rough there Bri-guy,” he said. He got up and put an arm around my neck and kicked a leg into the back of my knee. I went down quickly and he followed me down to the deck boards. He had his arms on my chest and my wrists in one hand. He then had his leg across both of my thighs, and I was pinned without a wrestling mat.

He smiled over me and said, “had enough yet.” I squirmed trying to get out from under him but to no avail. Then I felt my shirt tail being pulled out from my shorts, and his fingers lightly dancing on the sides of my ribs. I started laughing and squirming harder, and he just smiled and kept up the torture. I was also getting hard the more he was over me and I started to thrust my hips up where he had moved to straddle me. I was fucking his ass through clothes, while he was tickling me and saying, “I can stop whenever you want, just say the word.” He knew I was too far gone to be able to say stop or anything but laugh and writhe under him. He took his ass and set it on top of my crotch, and started moving it back and forth across my zipper. I was rock hard now, and just giggling hysterically as he continued to tickle me up and down my sides. I started to choke as I couldn’t get enough air, and Landon put his hand down and backed off me so I could catch my breath. He got up and then gave me a hand up as well. “Don’t mess with the big dog if you can’t take the leash,” he said with a grin. I smiled back and said, “I don’t regret a thing.” I then had to adjust my cock as it was hung up in the waistband of my shorts.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 12

Landon and I finished with the tables, and then we went back in. It was nearly four and the poker tournament was about to start. Frank had organized us into 4 teams basically 8 at a table or so. I was at a different table than Del, and Scott was over at another table from either of us. Todd was at Del’s table, which I secretly reveled in, although Landon was with Scott. I looked around at my crew and wasn’t sure I knew any of these others. Mike was to my left, a guy in his forties with thinning brown hair and a strong nose, and very small hands. I wondered if it was too soon in the evening to feel him up and see what kind of dick that might mean for him. Then on my right, there was a guy with blond hair who said, “do you remember me from the barbeque?” It took me a second to realize it was blondcrewcut. I leaned over and whispered, “you shave your legs recently?” He smiled and said, “yesterday, and I shaved everything.” I nodded and said, “can’t wait to see it.” I paused and then whispered, “and lick it.” He smiled and grabbed my thigh, leaving his hand on the inside of my leg and gently rubbing it back or forth under the table. I put my hand on his thigh and ran my index finger under the fabric of his shorts, reaching inward but not yet reaching anything good. Blondcrewcut leaned over after we had been feeling each other up for a few minutes and said, “by the way, my name is Rick.” I smiled and leaned into him and said, “I’m Brian. I’d shake your hand but I think we have our hands full at the moment.” He grinned at me and I smiled back.

The games started at the same time. No real coordination except we all got the same amount of chips in value, four blue, six red, and ten white. I quickly lost the first two hands, and was on my way out of the table, when I won the third hand out of the blue. Rick and I eventually stopped groping each other so we could concentrate. It didn’t really help me as he won the next couple of hands. Mike was down to a few chips and it was going to be his last hurrah, and I gave him some of my chips. Two more rounds and we were both busted. He and I left the table and I said to him, “do you want to grab a beer?” He nodded and we went upstairs to raid the fridge. We went out on the deck and found a couple of chairs in the corner. “So what’s your story,” I asked. Mike replied, “not really much of one. Been a civilian at the base my whole career, local boy, went to school, came home and started pushing paper, buying stuff for the base and managing the shipping.” I nodded. “What was it like growing up here,” I asked. He nodded and said, “it was fine, a lot less busy as a kid. The city had really grown in the last few years, and I am not sure it was still home.” I felt sorry for him; he seemed so lost. I don’t know what came over me, but I leaned in and hugged him. It was my first physical interaction with Mike. He didn’t pull away though. He put his arms around me and we stood on the deck for a minute in silence.

I started to pull back and he leaned in and kissed me, full on the mouth, with some tongue. I opened my mouth further, and let his tongue into mine. I then moved one of my hands from his back down to his ass. It was soft, and squishy, not round and firm like all the soldiers around. Mike brought me closer to him still kissing, and he took his hand and rubbed my zipper. My cock was already at attention, and he began tracing the outline of his on my pants. I don’t know if it was the beer, or the deck, or all the sexual tension in the basement, but I took my hand off his ass, and unbuttoned my shorts. He shoved his hand in and began to jack me off. We were still kissing and tongue wrestling with one arm each holding onto the other. I returned the one hand to his ass and was really massaging it, working my way from hip to crack and back again. After another minute, I reached around to his belt and undid his fly. His underwear was peeking through and a brown mass of fur was surrounding the fabric. I tugged at the waistband and the largest head of a cock I have ever seen emerged from below. It was easily the size of a small apple. I encircled it with my hand and just caressed it. He finally broke away from the kiss that had lingered for minutes or hours. Mike finally said, “you are one sexy man there Mr. Brian.” I said, “Mike, I can’t wait to take that cock all the way down my throat. He snorted and said, “well, I’m out of chips so you find a quiet corner and I’ll feed you til you’re full.”

I thought about where to go, and remembered there was a bedroom off from the kitchen. I rebuttoned my shorts and he reassembled his belt and jeans and I led him through the house to the spare bedroom. I didn’t even resume kissing him. I just went after the belt, kneeled, and pulled the jeans and underwear down as fast I could. His cock sprang forth and was equally as impressive in length as it was in circumference. It was two handfuls easily. Maybe bigger than Todd’s? But so much thicker. Thicker than Del’s I think. I got my mouth on the head and sucked on that knob. He flexed in appreciation, and I slowly worked him down toward my throat. To be honest, getting that much manmeat down my throat was going to be a challenge. I was straining to keep my jaw open and my teeth away from that throbbing piece of man sausage. I found a rhythm of running my tongue back and forth along the bottom of his cock shaft, and pressing my thumb into the base of it, and that seemed to work for him. That head just kept getting bigger I thought. I was afraid to let it out past my lips so I kept him going back and forth in my mouth headed for my throat but never down it. I picked up the pace a little as he was starting to breathe heavier and rock back and forth to the motion of my head bobbing on his cock. I took one hand and started cupping his balls, and tickling his taint, as the other thumb was still pressing on his base and the cock head was hitting the back of my throat in a pace that seemed to get a little faster each time.

This continued for another five or ten minutes, and then he grabbed my head with his hands, shoved his cock in past my throat, and I felt his shaft convulse pumping stream after stream of hot sticky cum directly down my throat. I pulled back and caught the last few spurts in my mouth and was able to taste him before I swallowed, and he stopped rocking back and forth. I carefully removed the head from my mouth, and stood up. “How was that,” I asked. He shook his head for a second and said, “amazing. I have never had someone take my cock that far. I didn’t think it was even possible.” I replied, “I wasn’t sure myself, that’s a serious piece of manmeat you have there.” He nodded, “it’s a curse. Everyone wants to touch it, nobody wants it in them.” I nodded. “Sounds rough,” I said. He shrugged, “it’s what I know. I just wish it was easier to meet people to date.” I gave him a gentle hug. “Yeah, me too. It’s not the dick, it’s that it’s hard to meet people.” Mike held onto me, with his pants still around his knees and his cock softening and bowing towards the floor. After a couple of minutes, I turned to him and said, “we should probably see what’s going on with the game.” He nodded and begin to reassemble jeans and belt yet again.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 13

Mike and I returned to the kitchen and picked up our beers. We headed back downstairs to see what the story was. At our table, blond crewcut had won a couple of more hands and there were only four left sitting. I looked over at Del who was holding onto a few chips and Todd was winning big with a massive pile of chips in front of him. There were a couple of others at his table, about the same as ours. I looked over at Scott’s table and they were all still there and playing. Not sure what the chip situation was, but after the next hand two guys got up and moved over to the couch, where evidently all the other losers were sitting. I motioned to Mike and we headed to the loser’s couch ourselves. Although after sucking that massive cock, I was feeling like a winner. Frank was at the fourth table and he was still playing but also nursing only a few chips. I was wondering if he was throwing the game to be able to get the action started early or not. But that table was super concentrated and focused.

I sat down on the end of the L-sectional couch and thought Mike might join me. Instead, he went over to the other couch and joined two other guys from our table, to whom I didn’t get introduced. Mike struck up a conversation with the guy to his left and I realized our little tete-a-tete was over. It was fine, he was a great lay, but it was over and he was moving on. I don’t know what had gotten into me, but I was getting more jealous of late, and I think perhaps I was growing tired of the sex circus. I looked over at Scott who caught my eye and grinned. I smiled and nodded, and he shrugged his shoulders as if to say, I can’t help winning. I was happy for him, but I was starting to get a little hungry myself. I finished my beer and headed back to the stairs. Frank called over to me, “hey, could you check on the chili while you are up there.” I turned to him and said, “sure thing, does anybody want anything while I’m up?” No responses as the poker tournament was getting more intense as the players dwindled. I went up the stairs, threw out my bottle and walked over to the stove. I lifted the lid and stirred the pot of chili. I saw bowls set out already and spoons and thought, I don’t care if it’s ready or not, I served myself a half bowl and went back to the deck on my own. I found a chair in the corner and sat down to eat.

The sun was setting and the sky was turning amazing colors of pink, blue, grey, and yellow. I loved this time of day, not quite twilight, and not quite afternoon either. A light breeze had picked up and the weather was perfect. I looked out over the pool with the cover on it for winter, the hot tub still open, but Frank had wanted to keep the focus on the cards. I had a feeling this was going to be a long night given how slowly folks were being shed from the tables. I took a deep breath and sighed. This was the first time I didn’t have to think about work, or be on the clock for anyone. I could just rest and be in the moment. The breeze, the light, the chili, and nothing else. I let my mind wander. What did I really want from life? This was all fun, but stealing cum shots from married guys, who were just pent up from a life that they chose but wasn’t fulfilling all their needs either. I didn’t think Del would leave Sheila, and certainly not for me. Frank was too old for me, and really so was Mike, even if he didn’t have a wedding ring on. Blondcrewcut was fun, but he was active military and due to be deployed soon and I was just starting my job here, and my new life. I didn’t want to give it all up to have the guy not want me to follow him to his next bunk and next stage of life.

I felt as if I had jumped out of a plane and I wasn’t sure I had a parachute on or not. The free fall was phenomenal, and the parade of penises was certainly a fun distraction. But, what about getting married and kids and minivans? Should I go back and try for the hostess at the steakhouse? She seemed kind of stuck at that job, or maybe I am still thinking more about the redneck with the crazy curved cock than anything else from that night. Again fun, but really, is this all there is? I thought about the others here. Is poker night what they wanted for their life? Maybe not, but certainly it’s fun. I took a deep breath and exhaled. I am getting too far into my head. I need to be getting on someone else’s head about now. Maybe I just need to find an ass to fuck. Or someone to suck me off. I have a standing reservation with Frank when he can find a minute from hosting duties. Del is always good for a good time with me. And Todd will if there’s not anyone else around. Maybe that’s what it is. The convenience of the sex really seems to make it less special- I didn’t work for it. It just plopped in my mouth. All I had to do was open it. But that is how life goes sometimes. You get what you want when you are ready. The job I got, the commute option, the friendship with Del and Sheila, the barbeque. Now poker night. And the new guys here. Mike certainly. But also Scott. What about Scott? He certainly was attractive. But I haven’t even seen his cock. Yet. I chuckled, maybe he’s losing. I should go see. I took the empty chili bowl inside and left it in the sink. I then went downstairs to watch the game for a while.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 14

The game had quickly shrunk in the time I was away. There were two tables empty, and the other two were only half full. The guys were on the sectionals watching a ball game on the two mounted TVs while the poker tournament continued. I noticed that the corner doorway was dark, so evidently the lights were now off. I didn’t see Del anywhere either. Nor did I see Scott. I walked behind the couches and headed for the darkness. I wasn’t sure if the festivities inside were starting, and then I saw some shorts and underwear on chairs and realized it had. I dropped my trou and headed in. It was dark, but I could make out shadows. There were four or five silhouettes scattered about. I moved closer to the center of the small “room” and waited for my vision to bring the shadows into clearer view. I saw Del in the corner; I’d know that fat headed cock anywhere. I looked to his left and saw Todd, again, the pole that is vauted out as big as an arm. Then a few feet down, a new cock. About 7 seven inches, thick, and a curve that went up and to the side. A great head on it too. I sauntered over to the new meat. He was jacking with his eyes closed. It was Scott. A different type of dick than Del’s, even though they had the same body type. I took my thumb and pressed it on his nipple, then with my index finger gave it a small pinch, a tweak. He jumped, with his eyes still closed, but he didn’t move awya. I reached down and cupped his balls. They were heavy, and big, my hand barely held them. He was furry, I had thought he might be, given the golden arm and chest hair growing out from his polo shirt. The balls were especially furry, and warm, and my mouth was watering just rubbing them.

I wanted to savor the moment, so I leaned in and blew on his neck, then placed my tongue below his ear and gave a kiss and a lick. He shivered. I moved down to his nipple, the one that I had tweaked. I blew on it, then licked, and blew on it again. It stood at attention for me, begging me to suck on it. I put a hand on his round firm ass, so meaty and muscular, and then proceeded to lick and nibble on that erect man nipple. He started breathing harder, and I backed off and massaged his ass, going from cheek to cheek while still cupping his balls with my other hand. He kept jacking with his eyes closed, as if he didn’t want to know who it was. I leaned back into his neck and nuzzled him, licking and blowing and then kissing the back of his neck. He stopped jacking off for a moment, and put an arm around me. I moved my cupping hand to his shaft and got my first feel of that powerhouse of a curled up cock. It was hard, rock hard, and very sensitive. I lightly stroked him as he held onto my back and leaned into me. I pushed my shoulder over to catch his head, and he leaned in further. I leaned my head down and turned to meet his and my lips found his. He tasted of mint, and his lips were so soft. I licked them lightly and he opened his mouth a bit, letting my tongue inside. I grabbed a hold of his asscheeks, and his cock and turned him a little more toward me, and kissed him again, more passion, more tongue, more intensity. I was rubbing his ass muscles with my thumb as my fingers dug into the crease that the edge of his cheeks formed. He was getting sweaty, and my hands were moist and sticking to his hair. All the while, I’m jacking him lightly, but starting to add some pressure to my grip. He was kissing me back as strong as I was giving to him. It was getting more and more intense as the pressure built. I was rock hard and dripping myself, and his hands now free of his cock were finding mine, one on my back, one on my shaft. He was now sucking on my tongue and we were wildly kissing and licking and moaning. He broke away and whispered, “i’m close.” I leaned myself against the wall and turned him facing me as I was jacking him faster and faster. I stuck a finger into his crack, just to tease him. The hair, the sweat, the hole, all moist and warm, my finger slid in and out easily around his hole.

He then tensed and started to convulse, “ah, ah, ah, auggggggg.” I felt the wetness hit my chest, my stomach, my legs and my hands were completely covered. He was spurting a fountain’s worth, breathing heavy, and shaking from the orgasm. After about 15 shots, he started to calm down, his breathing lightened, and he sunk into me, his head finding my shoulder again and he crumpled into my arms. I held him in his stickiness, and my stickiness from him for a couple of minutes. I rubbed his back and he nuzzled my neck, kissing me and licking my ear lobe. I didn’t want to move, dripping from his cum and sweating from all the man sex. I heard Todd behind us, telling someone “go easy, it’s a big meal, savor it.” I smiled in the darkness, Todd trying to get a blowjob from a guy that clearly had no idea what to do with ten inches of pole. I didn’t care at the moment, I had Scott in my arms and he wasn’t going anywhere, and I didn’t have any other place to be. He and I just held each other, and as his breathing returned to normal, he and I found ourselves inhaling and exhaling together at the same pace. In and out. Slowly, calmly. It was a moment of pure bliss.

He leaned up into my ear and whispered, “I’m getting kind of hungry. You want to get something to eat?” I nodded, and took his hand, leading him out of the darkness and back into the light of the basement. It took a minute for our eyes to adjust and we were getting clothes back on at the same time so I still didn’t get a good look at his cock. But I knew I’d have the hand memory for a long time. I could still feel it in my palm, and his ass in the other hand. We went upstairs and I suggested we get cleaned up first. I at least needed to wash his ass and spunk off my fingers before eating (again). I led him to the bathroom where I had showered before during the barbeque, and then had the same idea. “You up for a quick shower,” I asked. He shrugged and said, “sure, but should we?” I shrugged and said, “I’ve done it before.” So I turned on the shower, we got undressed and jumped in. I grabbed the soap and began to suds him up. His chest was amazing full and broad with hair and well defined pecs. I got my soapy fingers around his nipples and tweaked them both. He jumped back. “They are still way too sensitive after downstairs,” he said. I smiled and said, “sorry, I have a thing for nipples.” I resumed washing his back and his ass, which I focused on thoroughly for later I thought, and then his cock which was trying to decide between getting hard again or just dangling in front of me, teasing with that large head of his.

He took the soap from me and scrubbed me down from neck to knees. He was deliberate and slow, massaging every bit of my skin, and when he got to my cock, he spent some time on my shaft which was still hard from the scene downstairs. “It takes me a while to cum sometiimes,” I explained. He looked up at me and said, “I accept the challenge.” I smirked and shook my head yes, as to convey fine, we’ll give it a whirl. He stood up and said, “I want food first before you get to feeding me your sausage.” I looked into his eyes, so blue and kind, and I kissed him gently. I held him under the shower for about two or three minutes, and then I said, “food.” I turned off the shower, and we pulled back the curtain and borrowed the towels that were hanging on the towel rod. We got dressed again, and then headed toward the kitchen.

 

[davekcmo]

ok, there's 10 more chapters to go. And things get a little bit more dramatic; so, bear with me. There's still plenty of sex. As always, let me know what you think about how the story is going...

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 15

We entered the kitchen and I went over to the stove and stirred the chili. It was doing ok, but I was worried about the long term prospects. I got a bowl for him and served him a big helping. Then I pointed over to the cornbread (where one piece was already gone from me) and he got a piece for himself. Then I got another bowl, and make a second dinner for me, and I motioned toward the deck. We found the chairs in the corner and sat down and ate, watching the twilight turn into evening. We didn’t really talk much, we just sat and looked at the mountains. I turned to him eventually and said, “so, computer guy what do you do all day?” He laughed and said, “mostly look at computer logs for any surprises, you?” I nodded and said, “ I am making two databases talk to each other that have no interest in doing so. It’s like match making where the two daters want to kill each other!” He laughed and said, “yeah, I know the feeling.” He paused a minute and said, “so what do you do for fun?” I thought about it, and said, “I am a bit of a home body really. A movie every once in a while, or a dinner out. I could use more life in my life.” He nodded, “me too I think. I like living on base, but I get tired of the married couples either trying to set me up or being awkward about doing stuff outside because I’m younger or single.” I nodded. “Yeah it gets old being the third wheel too,” I agreed.

After a second I said, “so how old are you?” He took a deep breath and said, “twenty four. You?” I smiled and said, “twenty five. We may be the youngest ones here.” He nodded. “Yeah, like by ten years at least,” he smirked. I laughed and replied, “doesn’t matter in the dark.” He nodded and said, “well, I knew it was you in the dark. I said, “you did? What gave me away?” He shrugged his shoulders and replied, “your cologne. I smelled it earlier when we were carrying down the mats. It was so spicy and warm, I liked your smell. I smelled you when you got close to me in the room. I just wanted you to be close to me so I could continue smelling you.” He blushed. I grinned. “And now I’ve showered it all off,” I said, “are you disappointed?” He chuckled, shaking his head no. He said, “I am good with the memory of the sex for now, and I figure you’ll wear it again when we go out on a date.” I gave him a side look, “oh, we are going on a date are we?” He shook his head yes with a confident smile and said, “I hope so, I think you are pretty great. And I want to blow you still.” I laughed and said, “the night is young, and so are we, At least in this house!” We smiled at each other and sat back in the chairs looking at the stars that were starting to emerge in the night sky.

We were quiet for a minute and I asked him, “so what about the rest of this evening? Are you going to play, or are you going to chill, and what about me, are you going to want me to chill with you?” He shrugged and turned to me, “do what you want. I am cool with whatever right now. If you and I are meant to be, we’ll figure it out. Besides none of these guys wants to marry us. They just want a quick fuck to remind themselves that they still got it.” I laughed, and thought, they do still got it, and I still want it even if I want Scott too. “I have to admit, they do still got it, and I want a part of that, but I guess it’s just a flash in the pan really. They have wives and lives to return to. I go home to an empty apartment most evenings, even with a roommate.” He nodded. “Yeah, I am getting good at video games and jacking off,” he mused. I said, “well, if you game as good as you jack, I’m never going to win at any video contest with you!” He laughed, “you may not, but if you fuck me, maybe I’ll let you win once or twice.” I laughed, “let me win, you say; those are fighting words. You are on!” He laughed. “You’ll have to pull your dick out of my mouth first,” he quipped. “Or out of your ass,” I replied with a glint in my eye.

I heard voices in the kitchen. “I see the game must be winding down,” I said. Scott turned over and looked through the window. “Yeah, it’s dinner time I guess,” he said. “You want any more,” I asked. He shook his head yes and got up from the chair. “Don’t get up,” he said, “just save my chair.” I nodded and threw my leg over the arm rest. He went inside and I watched that ass shift from side to side as he walked across the deck. I could stick my dick in that and have those cheeks work load after load out of me. I was getting hard again. The sliding door open and a couple of guys walked out. “I see you found the primo spot,” one guy said. I nodded, and said, “yeah, I bottomed out of the game early and came up for air,” I replied. He smirked and said,“I saw you in the dark room and you were certainly working up an appetite!” I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. I turned to him and said, “which dick were you?” He laughed and said, I was on the opposite side from you enjoying the view.” I blushed a little. “Well, hopefully you got your money’s worth,” I said. He laughed and said, “that money shot of his was worth every nickel I lost at the game!”

The deck started to fill up and Scott returned with his chili. I moved my leg for him and he sat down. “DId I miss anything,” he asked. I snorted and said, “no, just the chow line coming through. I was going to auction your seat to the highest bidder if you didn’t get back soon.” He laughed and said, “well, as long as you split the profit with me.” i smiled and leaned over and put my hand on the small of his back. He looked over and grinned at me with a bite of cornbread sticking out of his mouth. I leaned over and took a nibble off the end and we kissed chili and cornbread and melted butter all in the mix. I pulled back and wiped my chin with my napkin before putting it in my empty bowl. “Get you some more,” Frank said from behind me, and I said “well, this is my second bowl already.” He laughed and said, “I wondered why it took you so long to come back downstairs after only stirring it.” I hung my head down, and said, “yeah, I might have started early with dinner.” Scott and I got up after he finished his second bowl of chili and we went inside to give the other diners a place to sit. We joined Del and Todd talking in the kitchen about the game that had just finished up on the TVs downstairs.

“I can’t believe they missed such an easy pass,” Todd lamented. Del sighed, “it’s like they are trying to lose.” Del turned to me and said, “hey boys, what’s up,” as he looked down at my cock. It was still chubbing from all the action before and I blushed and moved it around with my hand. Scott laughed and said, “evidently he is, but so am I,” and then proudly showed off the lump in his shorts that was that massive trouser snake of his. I put my hand around him and he fell into my side and put his arms around me. “Now don’t you too get too cozy and couple up early,” he warned. “There are men with serious erections to be tended to,” he said looking at me especially. I leaned over to him and grabbed his bulge. “Don’t you worry cowboy, I got plenty of time for you,” I said rubbing Del’s cock in front of Scott. Scott just laughed. He turned to Del and said, “I’m just wondering who is going to fuck him first.” Del laughed, and said, “you know, he has been on my bucket list for a while now.” Scott smiled and said, “we’ll just have to see about that won’t we?”

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 16

With all that heady optimism of who was going to fuck me in the air, the three of us headed back downstairs. We saw the last four poker players standing, er, sitting, around a single table. There was one guy from our original table there, but I didn’t know his name. Maybe if he pulled down his pants I’d recognize his cock! Ah well, he was furrowed brow and concentrating on the next card to be dealt. It was all too competitive for me at this point. I just wanted to get back to being naked with Scott again. We wandered back to teh corner and disrobed; all of our clothes in one chair since there was a pile already on the other. I held Scott’s hand as we reentered the darkness and it was cramped and steamy. I moved with him over to a corner, and then there was a push and our hands broke free. I got pushed over a couple of feet further away and I felt a big hand on my ass. A beard tickled my neck and a low whisper said,” looks like it’s time for me to collect on my dance.” It was Frank and he was naked and hard as a rock. I wanted him but I also wanted Scott. Frank leaned in, “you haven’t begun to suck me yet,” and he pressed down on my shoulders. At the same time, another guy behind me bumped my knees and I slipped down to the mats. Thank goodness Scott and I moved the mats to cover the floor.

I landed on my knees and reached out and felt the wall behind Frank. I had his cock on the side of my ear, and he said, “go ahead and lick it boy, you know you want to.” I didn’t know what to do. I was horny and confused. So, I figured I’d get back to Scott soon enough, and I started to suck on Frank. He was huge, as big as I had remembered. Bigger, since it was in my mouth and heading down my throat. A solid nine I remember his saying. He was starting to rock back and forth with a persistence like he was warming up. After a couple of minutes he said, “get up, I want to taste that ass.” I was pulled up by the guys around me, and then spun around. I didn’t really know what was happening, as the room had gotten so warm. I felt his beard on my cheeks, and the next thing was this sensation of warm. His tongue hit my hole and I was all a flutter. It was so amazing. I was seeing stars and rainbows and unicorns. Then, a finger ran around the edge. And then a tongue, and then a finger, and then a poke in my hole. Then another tongue around and a finger. Then what felt like two fingers together. My hole was tight. It was not used to a lot of action. I felt the tongue come back for a while. Then the two fingers and deeper. It was pushing on my inner hole. The one I didn’t know I had. I was getting rimmed and fingered and I was not able to do much except lean into it. Then next thing I know he was blowing cool air into my hole. It tickled, and then he was licking on my taint and blowing. I was so fucking horny.

I felt a big push at my cheeks. It was the head of Frank’s cock. I had the image of mustache guy hobbling out of this room at the end of the barbeque the last time I was here and I knew I’d be hobbling next. I felt the head enter, and it was big. Really big. I thought I was going to split in two. Frank had about an inch in and pulled me up against his chest. “Don;’t worry little Bri guy, I’ll take it slow. He kissed my neck and tweaked my nipples. I felt my ass open a little and take another half inch of Frank in. He was half way between out and in and I felt like I was taking the biggest shit of my life. He moved out and in a little bit and I felt my ass relax, and then another inch came through and he was at my second hole. He said to me, “the worst is over, just lean into the moment. Lean in, lean in.” Then he pressed, and pressed, and my ass resisted and I felt the head moving further and further in. He breached the second hole and I thought my stomach was going to fly out my ass. He kept pushing in. It was like I couldn’t shit for a month, and it was all backed up. Then next thing I know his legs hit the back of my thighs and I knew he was all the way in.

I tried to steady myself. It wasn’t so bad. I did feel like a piece of saran wrap across a salad bowl. Can you bounce a quarter off of me? I was half bent over and Frank’s ramrod was all the way in. He pulled out an inch and pushed back in. It felt both excruciating and all of a sudden amazing. He did it again. THen he pulled out about three inches, and then pushed in all the way. And then out of my second hole and right back in. He found the sweet spot for me, and it hit his dick right where it bent upward. His special place. He then just focused on the ccouple of inches from his bend to my second hole. He sped up. Thump thump thump, then faster, and faster. He was like a piston, back and forth in my ass. His cock seemed to get bigger the more we went. I was starting to relax and enjoy the motion. He was breathing heavier and grabbed a hold of my waist.

Then I heard a loud thump, like someone falling over against the wall. Then a pop. Then rustling and then silence. Frank stopped moving, his cock still inside me. Then he pulled all the way out. I felt a coolness near my asshole. He pushed past me and I was standing there a bit in shock. I moved toward the exit, my ass dripping. I saw Scott dressed, and heading out the door. I saw Frank still naked following him out, his meaty ass swaying side to side and his hard on bouncing up and down. I was still naked and didn’t know whether to go back in or not. Del came up behind me and put his hand on my back, “let’s get going,” he said leaning into me. I nodded and got dressed with him in the corner.

A minute or so later, Todd came out of the room, his cock soft and his hand over his face. He said, “that fucker clocked me.” Del said, “maybe, you should have let him go. He did push you away.” That was the ruckus, I then realized. I saw a car drive off, and Frank came back inside. His cock while still massive had stopping pointing upward and was dangling instead. Del came over and said, “it’s probably time for us to go as well.” Frank nodded and shook my hand. “Sorry we got interrupted,” he said. I nodded, and said nothing. Del and I headed back to the car in silence.

The night air was crisp as Del drove back. It was a long drive with lots of silences. I was changed by the evening. It was fun, I had a great time, and even though Frank’s cock was massive, I didn’t feel too bad right now. I was more worried about Scott. He didn’t look fine, and I think he must have rejected Todd. About half way back I asked Del, “what happened with Scott? We were holding hands as we went back and then we weren’t and we ended up with other people.” Del got quiet for a minute. He said slowly, “well, Todd was really interested in Scott, and saw how attached you two were, and asked Frank to cull you from the herd as it were. I was over with Todd when the two of you got pulled apart, and I don’t know exactly what happened because it was dark. I nodded. “Did you have anything to do with the separation,” I asked hesitantly. He didn’t say anything for a while. I didn’t press either. I didn’t want to know, but I felt like I had to at the same time.

Del finally cleared his throat and said, “I didn’t know how Scott would react. I think Todd and Frank were just wanting to have some fun with the two of you, and thought you might exclude them. I may have helped separate the two of you.” He was quiet for a minute. At the time I didn’t really think about it, because Del was my friend, my good friend. But he had cock blocked me, or at least helped. And Frank and Todd appeared to have schemed to influence the situation. I didn’t know if it was bad or not, it was just a thing. I felt a little bit lost.

Del took a deep breath, and then exhaled. “Are you ok,” he asked finally. I nodded yes. I really was ok, it was just weird. I think because I hadn’t known the designs being placed on me, and how this all happened. And to a degree because I was new to all the gay stuff, I didn’t really have a sense of myself yet. Del then took another deep breath and asked, “are we ok?” That I wasn’t so sure of. I thought a minute and said, “I’m not mad at you right now, just confused. I don’t really know how I feel. Scott was fun, but it was one night, and a night filled with cocks and asses and possibilities. I think he and I were having a real moment though, and you did interrupt that. I don’t know really.” I took a deep breath and just sat in the silence as the cityscape loomed over the horizon at us.

Del dropped me at my place around midnight. He and I hugged awkwardly around the seat belt, and I turned to him and said, “thanks for driving.” He smiled and said, “any time.” I didn’t kiss him or anything, and looking back on the night, I think something had changed between us. But, at that moment, I felt like I had been a ship cast against the rocks, and I was still standing but a few boards were loose. I felt bad for Scott. I think he really liked me, and I really liked him. But, it’s a tough thing to negotiate in the middle of a sex party I think. He was young, and really so was I. I walked up the stairs to my apartment and put the key in. I turned the knob and went in, not looking back at Del or waving as he drove away.

END PART 2

 

[davekcmo]

Part III - New Job

Chapter 17

The next day, Sunday, of Labor Day, I slept in and woke up to the phone ringing. It was Sheila, and I let it go to voicemail. I wasn’t really ready to talk to anyone yet, and I needed to just shake off the prior evening. I had had a fun time, even with Frank at the end. It was nice to get to be with guys and be naked and free. Why did I feel so depressed though? I moped around the house most of the afternoon. I made coffee and some eggs, and watched a movie. My parents called and we talked for a bit, and even they said, you seem down. I thought, ok, I need to do something. I saw that there was a software “meet up” event scheduled that evening at the coffee shop I had originally met Del and Sheila at. I decided to go, just to shake loose the cobwebs.

It was fun to be with folks my own age, and talk about goofy movies and cartoons from my childhood. I started chatting with this girl, Mara, who was quirky. Long brown hair, five piercings in one ear, four in the other, a nose ring, and a tongue piercing. I asked her, “do you get a bulk discount?” She smiled and said, “the twelfth one is free!” I said, “I only count eleven.” She smiled and winked at me, “you’ll have to guess where the twelfth one is.” She looked down her blouse, looked up, and then looked at her crotch. I was a little blown away with that. She asked me if I had any piercings and I said, “no, I’m still a virgin. That way.” She laughed. I was mesmerized by her tongue piercing. I asked, “did it hurt?” She laughed and shook her head no, “it was fucking amazing, the endorphins, I was flying high all night.” Then she turned to me and whispered, “it’s amazing what it does for giving head.” Then she laughed low and deep. My cock started to tingle. The image of her tongue and my cock stayed with me all evening. We exchanged numbers and talked about doing something later in the week. I watched her ass leave the coffee shop and my cock was rock hard. I forgot that I never did come the day before, and it had been a week before that I had jacked off last.

I got home and looked at my phone. I had the ringer off during the meet up and there were two more calls from Sheila, and then one from Del. I didn’t want to relive the Poker night experience, but I didn’t want them calling the local sheriff to do a welfare check on me either. I texted them both and said I was fine, and I would see them Tuesday am for work. I set my phone down and drew a bath. I just needed a break from the insanity of the sex party. It was fun, but I felt like I needed to watch a Disney movie or something. I don’t think that was Mara’s jam either, so I thought, I’ll just get comfy and see what I can find on the TV. I soaked for a good twenty minutes with candles and a bubble bath. I was a real housewife of some county! I put on some comfy sweats and was sitting on the couch. I found an old western on an old movie channel and began to watch.

The actors in the western were young and built. The funny thing I noticed is that their pants were so tight, you could see everything moving around. There was one guy whose cock was down the side of his trousers. I kept hoping he’d get more air time! I was hard most of the night anyway, and now really tenting in my sweatpants. I pulled them down and started to jack off. The guys were so fucking hot. I then switched to Mara. That ass, that tongue. Geez, I was getting excited. I started to breathe harder and harder, and my hand was pumping faster and faster. The western pants, Mara’s tongue, western pants, back and forth. I was getting close and my ass started to open and close like it was trying to grab onto a dick. I could feel Frank’s cock in my hole, pounding me, and the rhythm of his thrusts. The western, Mara’s tongue, Frank’s cock, kissing Scott, the western, Del’s ass, Mara’s tongue, Frank’s cock, Scott’s cock, I was just replaying all the recent images in my mind from the past few days. I got to the climax and just stretched my legs straight out on the couch and lifted up my sweatshirt in time to shoot what seemed to be rope after rope of cum. It was on my chest, it was on the couch, it was on the floor. And I was spent. I got up and got paper towels, and cleaned up what I could at that moment. Then I turned off the tv and went to bed.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 18

The sun was shining through my bedroom window and I rolled over to look at the time. It was after 8, but fortunately it was still Labor Day and I was off work. I got up and put the sweats on from last night. I started some coffee and saw the paper towels on the counter and remembered my jack off session from last night. I got some of that rug foam out of the cabinet and got to work on the sofa and carpet. After some scrubbing I thought it was passable. I might have to explain to the roommate that I had spilled pizza on it and did my best to clean it up. He was relatively chill though. I didn’t know much about Nathan. He was an Asian guy. Short, five seven or so, but a nice demeanor. Quiet, kept to himself. His parents called every night. He would speak something to them, and go into his room. Sometimes he would stay there a while. I think they had a lot of expectations for him. He didn’t really talk much to me. Nor did I to him. How could I explain, wild sex parties, and older former military folks, and tight asses, and big cocks and tits bouncing everywhere? I don’t know if he had sex or anything. He was just Nathan. There’d be weird food in the fridge, and he would get the occasional letter I couldn’t read. Not that I would, but it’d be laying on the table or something.

Sheila called me again, and this time I picked up. “Hi, happy non-labor day. What are you and Del doing?” She laughed, “well, thank goodness, you didn’t move or something. I have been worried about you.” I exhaled and said, “I’m fine. It was a long night. I didn’t really expect it to be so draining.” SHe laughed, “well, that’s exactly what I expected it would be. Everyone’s cocks getting drained.” I laughed a little and said, “well, yeah, and there was a little poker and chili.” She paused a moment and then quietly said, “look I don’t really talk to Del about Poker and he doesn’t ask me about sewing either.” Frank’s wife Brenda hosted ladies only events she called sewing circles. Basically poker night with vaginas. She continued, “but we were talking Sunday morning, and he told me that he might have done something he was not proud of.” I took a deep breath and realized we had to go back into the depths of that evening. She then asked, “are you doing ok, because he was a little bit fuzzy on the details?”

I then took a pause and after a second said, “I’m not sure how to talk about that night. At one level it was just as much fun as the barbeque. I really did have a nice time. But, there was a guy there that I really liked, and I think we wanted to end the night together, and we got broken up in the dark room before we got to play with each other. I was ok with how things ended up but he seemed really shaken up. And, Del had some part of separating us. But, to be honest, I’m not sure how I feel about everything, and what role Del had versus the others.” I took another pause, and waited for her to speak. She took a pause then and said, “I see. I may have a little more insight into that based on what he said, but do you feel ok now.” I nodded even though we were talking on the phone and she couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I do feel fine. It was just not what I had expected, and I feel a little blindsided.”

Sheila took another pause. “So, do you want to ride with us tomorrow to work?” She was a bit hesitant, and I was a little bit confused. “Yeah, no, I’m not mad at Del, I’m just trying to work out how I feel about Scott. He is a really sweet guy.” Sheila then said, “do you like him like him?” I took a breath and said, “I think so, he is the first guy that I really connected with and even after the sex there was such a close bond. He didn’t want to let go of me and I didn’t want to let go of him. We just clicked and gelled, and vibed. I don’t know, it was different than the other experiences I have had with either men or women. I kind of figured that I’m bi, and that I’d settle down and get married like you too someday. But the last day or so, I’m been thinking about settling down with Scott instead.” There, I had said it. The thing that had been gnawing at me for the past day and a half. Scott was special. And we missed out on that specialness at the end of the evening. It was like we didn’t get to say good bye. And we didn’t even do that either.

Sheila then said, “well, I don’t know what to say then. I have an idea. If you want. I work with Scott, and we know each other pretty well. I don’t think Del knows that I know him. And, I don’t think that Scott knows that I know you. I could speak to him if you want.” Then the other shoe I had been holding dropped. I didn’t know what to do about Scott. I didn’t know if I could have a future with this guy. Any guy. Any one. It was all too serious, and I was afraid that if I said the words out loud that the fantasy, the possibility of what may be would be ruined by the reality of what really is. I answered, “It’s complicated Sheila. Scott left the poker night visibly upset. I think he may have felt swindled by getting separated from me; to be honest, I feel a little bit jipped as well. But, his experience was different than mine. He slugged Todd and Del wasn’t too forthcoming about why.” I had broken the seal. I had breathed a word of what happened at the sacred poker night no women allowed, no details to ever come forth. At that point I was ok with that because I didn’t think there’d be another poker night for me.

Sheila then said, “Really, I didn’t hear that much from Del.” I stopped a minute and then said, “look, I”m not sure what happened. And I don’t know how Scott feels about any of that, and whether he was ok or not. I also don’t know if there’s anything there between us still, and if he’d even want to talk to me.” I had not only dropped the second shoe, I had emptied the closet. I started to tear up. Sheila then calmly said, “I’m going to interfere, because I think you are an amazing guy and Scott would be lucky to have you, and I think Scott is an amazing guy and you’d be lucky to have him.” I smiled, and snorted. I wiped my eyes and said, “ok, you can’t break the glass any more than it has already been shattered.” She laughed a little. “One thing,” I said, “I don’t want to know if it doesn’t work out. I have my own shit to work out from Saturday night, I don’t need his shit to work out as well. Does that make sense?” She sighed and said, “yes, of course, that makes sense. I’ll see what I can find out, and if it’s good news I’ll mention it and if it’s not, I’ll leave it alone.” She hung up and for the first time in a day and a half I felt lighter.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 19

I set the phone down and started to clean the kitchen. With Nathan away I had returned to being a slob. There was a leftover box from our steak dinner the other night, and some pizza boxes that I don’t want to claim how old they were. With me it was more about throwing away than washing dishes I guess. I scrubbed the counters and bagged the trash, and took the remains of my bachelorhood to the dumpster. When I got back to the apartment, I had missed a call from a number I didn’t recognize. I thought briefly that it might be Scott, but I didn’t think we had exchanged numbers. I picked up the voice mail and it was Mara. “Hey, not sure what you are doing this evening, but thought we could hang. Call me.” So I did. “Hey Mara, you want to grab a bite to eat,” I asked. She said, “sure, there’s a great sushi place near me, why don’t we meet there. How’s 6?” I looked at the clock, it was 5:00. I said, “sure, I’ll head out in a few.” I turned my gaze back to the kitchen and decided it would have to do. I picked up the living room a bit, and turned off the TV. Then, I changed clothes and headed out.

The sushi place ended up being close to me too, only about 10 minute drive away. So Mara lives close. That could be convenient, I chuckled to myself. She was in a dress, black and gothic with lace over the breasts, and thought again about where the twelfth piercing might be. I was hoping it wasn’t a labial one. That sounded painful, although I had been thinking about her giving me head for the past twenty four hours. My cock started to crow in the evening, even after the crazy jack off session the night before. I adjusted my pants as we sat down, and we ordered a few plates to share. “So, how long have you been here,” I asked. She looked puzzled at me and said, “at this restaurant about three minutes, the same as you. In this town, about five years.”

She continued, “after school I moved here to do graphic design, and started learning to code to help do better front end design. I got into user experience design and I’m now free lancing and making more than my parents. And, I get to set my own hours.” I nodded and said, “wow, I’m jealous. I am working across town at Hobson, and commute is a killer.” I neglected to explain that I had a sweet carpool situation. I didn’t want to scare Mara off by seeming too scandalous at first. Mara laughed, “I have the twenty foot commute from bed to desk. It’s sweet, and I’m in my pajamas most days. You’ve seen me in more clothes than my cats have in months!” I laughed and said, “well, you’ve seen me in better clothes than what I wear to work, because at least it’s a t-shirt and jeans sort of shop.” She gave me a once over and said, “you clean up nice.” I laughed and quoted the old Mr. Bubble commercial, “make’s getting clean as much fun as getting dirty.” We both chuckled.

She went to the bathroom after we had finished eating, and I took care of the bill. I had to think hard about what was going to happen next. I liked her, but I didn’t have the sex vibe. She was fun, like we’d make fun of a goofy movie together. A friend. Boobs or not. PIercings or not. I just wanted to not think about Scott. That ass. That cock. That smile. That snuggle. We had such a nice moment. And then it was gone. I was grieving the loss of what might have been. Mara would just be a holdover, a warm hole and some regrets afterward. I thought about Sheila, and hoped she would be able to find something out for me. I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I never saw something like that, where Scott just left upset. Did something bad happen? I was afraid to ask. That was the third shoe. I am not sure what monster in my dreams needed three shoes, but there it was. The part of my brain that needed to solve the puzzle kept ruminating on the question of why he had left and so upset.

Mara returned to the table. “So what do I owe you,” she asked. “Nothing,” I said, “just thank you for the company. I needed to get out.” She smiled. “I hope you aren’t expecting any tail after paying for me. You realize I’m a lesbian?” I shook my head no and said, “and I thought I was going to get to see the twelfth piercing.” She laughed at me. “Oh hell sunshine, I’ll show you that sometime, just get me a little drunk.” I saved that for future reference. Maybe I wouldn’t be so mooney after a guy in a while and could use the jack off material at a later date. “But you know, when I do get drunk,” she whispered, “I crave some cock. Usually a dildo is fine, but sometimes you need the real thing to clean out the cobwebs, you know?” I nodded. I thought about Frank, cleaning out my own cobwebs, in fact, cobwebs I didn’t even know were hanging around. Damn it was good sex. Mara turned to me, “where’d you go. You were off in space for a second.” I shook my head. “Sorry about that, you sent me down a rabbit hole.” She smirked and said, “well, given what’s going on with your pants, it was some other kind of hole.” I looked down and I was tenting really obviously. The thought of Frank’s cock in my ass really sent shivers down me, and got me going again. I covered my crotch. “Sorry to offend your lady parts,” I quipped. Mara brushed her hand in front of me and said, ‘you can’t offend my lady parts, but if you are going to show something off like that to me, my lady parts are going to need some bourbon.” I laughed and said, “maybe another time. Raincheck?” She stuck out her hand and I shook it. “Deal,” she said.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 20

I got back home and the living room lights were on. I knew I had turned them off. I saw Nathan’s door ajar and he was speaking something foreign, and it was getting heated. My money was on the parents. He came out of his room about fifteen minutes later and said, “women. You are so lucky you are gay.” I turned to him and said, “what makes you say that”. He said, “when we go to the supermarket, you only look at the guys. I will see a hot girl, and you will be looking in the opposite direction at some guy. Every once in a while we have the same target, so maybe you’re bi, but my money is on gay.” I turned to him, “so does it bother you?” He said, “no, more women for me!” I laughed. It was great to have that barrier between us dropped. He said, “where did you go tonight?” I laughed, “on a date with a lesbian.” Nathan looked at me confused. “Why,” he asked. I shook my head and said, “I guess I needed a change of perspective.” He nodded and went back into his room. I went into mine and got into sweats. The same ones from the night before. I came back to the living room and looked over at the couch. You couldn’t see any remnants from my indiscretion on cowboy night!

I got my bag together for work the next day and set it near the door. Nathan had shut the door to his bedroom so I turned out the lights in the living room and headed to bed. For the first time in a while I journaled. I didn’t know what to say, and there was so much I needed to get out. All the fears and questions I had, from poker night, about Scott, the hostess at the steak place, Mara, and Sheila even. Del, and Frank, and Todd, and the other nameless faceless asses and cocks I had recently had. My life had become like a porn film. What was Sheila like at the office. With Scott near by. What was life like on base, what were the crazy sex stories like. Did I want to become like them, or did I want a relationship and a marriage that was different. Did I want a guy to marry, or maybe a girl? Did I even want to get married? What had happened that night? Why was Scott so broken? Would Sheila be able to break through? Would I even want him now that I had seen him vulnerable? I was so twisted up and I didn’t know what to do. I looked down at a nearly blank page after an hour and all it said was “why?”

I turned off the light and pulled a pillow down across my chest and held it. I was still grieving, and I wasn’t sure why. I drifted off to sleep and had a sex dream. It was a party scene. Sheila and Del were there, and they were naked and hosting I think. I saw Frank, and Todd in a corner, and they were tied up. Scott was there too, naked and tickling them. He was rock hard, that crazy curved cock. So thick, and the head so full and meaty. I saw blondcrewcut over near the couch and he grabbed my ass as I walked by. I stopped at gave him my cock to blow. His mouth opened and I slid my shaft in and out of his lips. It was amazingly warm. His hand found my asshole and he started to finger me. I started to thrust back and forth, with his fingers going in and out and my cock going in and out of his mouth. It was so real in my dream. And then the alarm sounded. It was already 4:30 in the morning, and I had to return to my carpooling life.

I got ready and picked up my bag at the door. I was down at our meeting spot and Sheila pulled up with Del. I opened the rear door and got in. “Good morning happy people,” I chimed as we drove off. Sheila said, “good morning,” and Del merely mumbled. I wasn’t sure how the car ride would go, given that I hadn’t talked to Del since the poker night experience. He was asleep, and I glanced over and his cock was three quarters hard already. I smiled, and looked out the window. It had become so commonplace that I stopped noticing its shape, the head, and how his shorts would show it off. Really the same with Sheila. She had great tits, and no denying that ass could do some damage to my dick given the chance. But I was so used to her voice, her sense of calm, her smile, that I didn’t even glance at her rack. The ride that Tuesday after Labor day was stilted. Something was off, and I knew it had to do with me, but wasn’t sure what it was. Like someone had passed gas, but I couldn’t smell it.

I got to the office and said, “see you at 4:30.” They waved, and drove off. I walked into the office and there were boxes everywhere. No computers in sight. I thought, this is weird. What’s happening I wondered. The system architect was in flip flops and said we’ve been canned as he carried out some boxes towards the parking lot. I got to my cubicle and there were a couple of empty boxes on my chair for my things. Great, one photo and a couple of action figures. Not much to pack. I did turn on my laptop to read the email. “After much deliberation we have decided to close the company effective Friday.” They wouldn’t even pay us for the Labor Day holiday. Hm. I got things packed up and left.

I called Del and he answered. “Hey, I’m not sure what you can do for me, but I just got canned. I’m going to go sit at the truck stop across the street and wait for you all to get off work.” Del said, “hold on a minute, I’ll see what I can do.” He hung up and about five minutes later called me back. “I probably owe you some help today, so let me come get you and we’ll figure something out,” he said. I agreed and we hung up. About 10 minutes later he pulled up alone in their car. “Get in,” he said. I put my sad half-full box of stuff in the back seat and then I opened the passenger door and got in. He looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept since Saturday. I asked him, “what’s going on with you?” He didn’t answer for a minute, and then calmly said, “I need to come clean with you.” I smirked, and said, “as opposed to how you come normally with me.” He chuckled, “well no. There’s a bit more to the story of poker night than we got into on the drive back.” I got quiet and said, “ok, I’m listening.”

Del turned onto the highway and said, “let’s get some breakfast and then we can talk.” I nodded. We headed to a greasy spoon outside the other side of the base. There were a couple of old couples there drinking coffee. We found a table in the back and sat down. The waitress brought menus and coffee without even asking. I looked down at the menu and thought, what was cheap, since I wasn’t bringing in any money. Del looked at me and said, “get whatever you want. I got this,” as if he read my mind. I got an omelet and hash browns. He got a lumberjack platter or something, I wasn’t really paying attention. Everything was in slow motion waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or shoes. I didn’t really know.

 

[davekcmo]

I'll try to get the rest out this weekend. Then I do want some feedback!

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 21

Del didn’t say much during the meal. I didn’t really either. My whole life was turned upside down, and really in less than a week, I had gone from gainfully employed to not, footloose and having fun, to moping around about some guy I barely knew, and feeling like my life was over. At twenty five. Del looked worse for wear himself. His eyes had bags under them and his beard was a little scraggly, and he seemed distant. I wanted to reach over and touch his arm, but didn’t. This diner didn’t look like it was accepting of anything too gay. We ate in silence, and then he got up and paid the check. I went to the bathroom, not knowing what was going to happen next. I met him at the car, and we headed back on the road, toward the mountains. I didn’t know where we were going and I didn’t have a place to be. I was completely in the moment. I reached over and put a hand on his thigh and rubbed it softly. He smiled and kept driving. I was going to feel him up, but it just didn’t seem to be fun, with all the secrets in the air.

We pulled off at the next exit, and headed to a nearby lake. It was a state park, and there were boats and fishing. We parked and walked over to the docks. Things were closing up for the season, and so it was deserted on the workday. We sat on a picnic table and he put an arm around me. I leaned into him. I gave him a peck on the cheek, and he rubbed my back softly. He took a deep breath and started in, “I’m not sure what to say. So, I’ll just give you the blow by blow.” I nodded, putting an arm around him too. “So, Frank, Todd, and I were talking about you two. You and Scott seemed chummy and both of them wanted to have you before you got too close and perhaps shut them out. So, they asked me to follow and break you two up when we got into the room. I didn’t think too much about it at the time. I figured you’d be ok with Frank because you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his dick whenever we were nearby, whether he had clothes on or not. But I didn’t know what the story was with Scott. I knew he worked at the base, and Frank knew him well. But he was new to the group, and it was his first poker night too.” I nodded. I wasn’t liking how this was going.

“So, we got to the room, and I walked between you and broke your hands free of each other. Todd got a hold of Scott and kissed him. I moved over close to him and started rubbing his ass. He pushed my hand away, and I realized that he didn't want to play with me. So, I left the two of them and started pinching the nipple of the guy on the other side of me. That little room was so packed and so hot. Then I felt a shove on my back. Scott had pulled away from Todd. I don’t really know what happened next, but then I heard the crash. Someone had fallen over backwards. Then I heard the punch. It was loud, and I figured someone had had enough. I didn’t know who at the time, but I could guess Todd pushed too far and Scott had been the one to have had enough of that. I was trying to figure out what to do and I saw Frank’s shadow pass by and realized his party, his problem. So, I figured I’d better check and see about you.”

He took a deep breath. I gave him a little hug. He continued. “So, I left, and exited to the basement room and Scott was already outside, Frank following after him as naked as can be. Then you came out looking confused, and then Todd. Once I saw the shiner forming on his face, I figured out who hit who. I decided we had been through enough and it was time to go. I guess I felt guilty that I had some part in the Scott situation, although most of the blame goes to Todd.” I nodded in agreement. “He can be kind of selfish,” I said. I remember how he came in my mouth and just left me on my knees. Del nodded. “He is an asshole, but that cock is always a welcome addition to any party.” I chuckled. “It’s just attached to the rest of him. It is a bit disappointing,” I remarked. Del leaned over and squeezed me around the waist. I nuzzled him a bit.

“So, what’s going on with you now,” I asked. “You look terrible, like you haven’t slept,” I added. Del nodded. “It’s been a tough couple of days,” he said. “Sheila and I haven’t been talking much since Sunday. She wanted to invite you for brunch and I told her that we were out late and I didn’t expect you to answer the phone. She then tried a couple more times with no luck, and turned to me and asked finally whether anything had happened at poker. I didn’t say much back to her, only that it had gotten weird at the end, and I think you and I were a little over the whole scene. She then asked me if you were over the two of us. I didn’t know what to say then.” Del was quiet for a minute.

There was a crane that landed on the lake in front of us, like it wanted to hear the rest of the story. I pulled my arm back from around his waist. Del seemed tired then. He exhaled. “I then explained to her that you had met someone and you two had gotten split up in all the craziness at the end of the night. I told her that you might be nursing a little heartbreak.” He continued, “she didn’t say anything back to me after that. The rest of the day. Then Brenda called and told her that there was a giant hole in the downstairs side room, and Frank wasn’t fessing up about it. Sheila asked me and I said, "look, it was dark, and I didn’t exactly know what happened,” he said, trying to convince himself.

He continued, “Frank then called me and mentioned that he had told Todd off, and banned him from the parties from then on. It’s going to be awkward because they work in the same building on base, but Frank is stubborn and his mind was made up. He told me he regretted that he didn’t get to finish with you because he figures that window on your asshole has probably shut forever now.” I nodded. In truth I didn’t know what I felt about Frank, about Del, about Scott. Really about me. Who was I? What did I want? Where was I going in life? Del continued, “so, Sheila stopped talking to me and told me to go sleep on the couch until she heard back from you. I know you and she talked, but even now she’s not budging on that. The couch fucking sucks,” he lamented. I was sad for my friend, but also pleased that my other friend was sticking up for me. I patted his back. “The worst of it is that I hurt your feelings, and I didn’t want to do that,” he said. A tear rolled down his cheek. I put my other arm around him and hugged him. He leaned into me and hugged me. I felt him shake, and I realized he was crying. I rubbed his back and his head. He was quiet for a while. I finally said, “look, it’s okay. Really. I’m fine, and I don’t know if the spark that I felt with Scott was going to go anywhere. It’s hard to tell, and in that environment, a lot of mixed signals were sent,” I said trying to console him. He nodded. “Sheila wants to take a break from the party scene,” Del added. “What do you want,” I asked. He said simply, “for things to be like they were before poker night. All the fun, none of the drama.” I nodded. But things had changed.

We sat in silence for a while. We watched the birds fly and land on the water, and the fish came up to greet them. A breeze rippled across the surface and a cloud passed by the sun and everything went a little bit darker for a minute. Then it was sunny again. We stayed there for another hour, sort of talking but not really. There wasn’t much to say. I think he was completely stuck, and I was completely unmoored. He looked at his watch and said, “look we should probably head back to base. We need to get Sheila, and get you back home.” I said, “yep, let’s go.” We walked back to the car, his hand on my shoulder, my hand on his ass. I felt his cheeks shift back and forth. So solid, so muscular. I was getting hard in spite of all the heavy talk.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 22

Del had texted Sheila and suggested she meet us outside the gate, so they didn’t have to get a visitor badge for me to get on base for five minutes. We pulled up and I got in the back so she could ride shotgun. Del turned and said, “so, how was your day, dear?” Sheila smiled, “fine, but I didn’t get to goldbrick all day with this handsome young stud.” I laughed, “somebody has to make some money, I’m sure not going to right now.” Sheila put her hand on my knee, “I’m so sorry to hear about your job. You are certainly going through a lot right now.” I nodded, and shifted in my seat. Her hand on my knee was getting me hard all over again. Sheila turned back to Del and said, “let’s take him to the steakhouse on the way home. It may be our last hurrah.” Del nodded and said, “whatever you want my queen.” We headed back onto the highway. I wondered if I’d see that redneck again. The cock like Scott’s with the curve and the vein pulsing, and all that cum. My mouth watered. I then wondered if Sheila had spoken to Scott today. They would have been in the office together. I suddenly got giddy waiting for her explanation. And then nervous, what if he didn’t want to talk to me. A chill ran down my back.

Del pulled off for the exit with the steakhouse. We walked in and there was a tall young guy at the hosting table. I guess my future ex-girlfriend had the night off, or maybe she had already left the job in the last few days. We got a table near the window and there was some loud honky-tonk music playing overhead. The waitress asked for our drink order and I got a beer. I decided I deserved it, and I wasn't driving. I got up to wash my hands and go pee. No redneck this time, in fact the bathroom was empty. I chuckled thinking about how the redneck and I had sprayed our baby batter all over the urinal. I felt bad for the guy who had to mop up. I got back to the table and my beer was there. Del looked at me and said, “so no leaky faucets this time?” I laughed, and shook my head no. I took a sip of my beer and I felt the day sort of drain from me. I was Atlas putting down the world at least for a while.

Our food came and I just ate quietly. Sheila and Del were also pretty quiet, but she was smiling more, and so was he. I think whatever frost between them had thawed. Sheila turned to me and asked, “so, how was your day off then?” I smiled and said, “oh it was good. Del and I went over to the lake and just talked. It was the first calm minute in the last week to be honest.” Del smiled, and I put my hand on his thigh. He moved his leg toward me, inviting me in. But I kept my hand where it was. Friends. I think we are now friends. I turned to Sheila, “so how was your day then?” It was a pointed question more about Scott and less about Tuesday. She smiled and said, “nothing special.” That was it. So, no word about Scott for me. At least for now. I went back to my steak. It was medium, more pink than brown, and really juicy. Between the steak and the beer I was feeling a lot more content- getting full and actually sleepy. Del paid the bill and we were back in the car heading home.

As we pulled off the exit for my place, a wave of sadness came over me. This was the last time we would ride back together. At least for a while. Would I see them again? At the time I couldn’t imagine not seeing them everyday. The two of them with their flirting and their driving, and their kindness. I was getting mopey in the back seat. As Del slowed down to drop me off, Sheila turned to me and said, “you better call us before the weekend and let us know how you’re doing.” I nodded, “yes ma’am. I will.” Del leaned over and shook my hand. “Daniel-san,” he said, “it’s been a pleasure being your driver these last few weeks.” I smiled and said, “and likewise, I have enjoyed riding you, er, riding with you.” We all laughed at a pretty stupid joke. “Do you need us to help you with your things,” Sheila asked. I shook my head no, and opened the car door. “Thanks for everything, it’s been great,” I said somewhat wistfully. I picked up my box and bag, and shut the door. I put down the bag and waved as they pulled away. Then I gathered myself and walked up the stairs to my door.

I opened the lock and turned on the living room lights. It was peaceful, not a sound. Nathan must be out I thought. I took my stuff to my room and then changed into different sweats. The others were still in the laundry. I guess I would do that tomorrow since I wasn’t working. I was a bit bummed, but the job wasn’t all that great. The highlight was the commute, and the new life I had been living since I met Del and Sheila. And now that door seemed to be closing. I got a text from Mara. It simply said, “I’ve been drinking. Care to ride me?” I texted her back, “sorry cowgirl, I’ve hung up my saddle for the evening.” She replied, “your loss.” I sent her a heart emoji and put the phone down. I thought I was numb driving home from the poker night, but this was a whole new level of numb. Like life was over sort of numb. I turned on the TV and watched a game show on re-runs. I must have drifted off, because Nathan was shaking me awake and saying, “Brian, go to bed.” I shook my head and turned off the TV that was still on. I headed to the bedroom and Nathan killed the lights in the rest of the place. I crawled into bed and got ready to set the alarm and then realized I didn’t need to get up early. I turned out the light and curled up cradling my pillow.

 

[fredoslo]

Chapter 18

The sun was shining through my bedroom window and I rolled over to look at the time. It was after 8, but fortunately it was still Labor Day and I was off work. I got up and put the sweats on from last night. I started some coffee and saw the paper towels on the counter and remembered my jack off session from last night. I got some of that rug foam out of the cabinet and got to work on the sofa and carpet. After some scrubbing I thought it was passable. I might have to explain to the roommate that I had spilled pizza on it and did my best to clean it up. He was relatively chill though. I didn’t know much about Nathan. He was an Asian guy. Short, five seven or so, but a nice demeanor. Quiet, kept to himself. His parents called every night. He would speak something to them, and go into his room. Sometimes he would stay there a while. I think they had a lot of expectations for him. He didn’t really talk much to me. Nor did I to him. How could I explain, wild sex parties, and older former military folks, and tight asses, and big cocks and tits bouncing everywhere? I don’t know if he had sex or anything. He was just Nathan. There’d be weird food in the fridge, and he would get the occasional letter I couldn’t read. Not that I would, but it’d be laying on the table or something.

Sheila called me again, and this time I picked up. “Hi, happy non-labor day. What are you and Del doing?” She laughed, “well, thank goodness, you didn’t move or something. I have been worried about you.” I exhaled and said, “I’m fine. It was a long night. I didn’t really expect it to be so draining.” SHe laughed, “well, that’s exactly what I expected it would be. Everyone’s cocks getting drained.” I laughed a little and said, “well, yeah, and there was a little poker and chili.” She paused a moment and then quietly said, “look I don’t really talk to Del about Poker and he doesn’t ask me about sewing either.” Frank’s wife Brenda hosted ladies only events she called sewing circles. Basically poker night with vaginas. She continued, “but we were talking Sunday morning, and he told me that he might have done something he was not proud of.” I took a deep breath and realized we had to go back into the depths of that evening. She then asked, “are you doing ok, because he was a little bit fuzzy on the details?”

I then took a pause and after a second said, “I’m not sure how to talk about that night. At one level it was just as much fun as the barbeque. I really did have a nice time. But, there was a guy there that I really liked, and I think we wanted to end the night together, and we got broken up in the dark room before we got to play with each other. I was ok with how things ended up but he seemed really shaken up. And, Del had some part of separating us. But, to be honest, I’m not sure how I feel about everything, and what role Del had versus the others.” I took another pause, and waited for her to speak. She took a pause then and said, “I see. I may have a little more insight into that based on what he said, but do you feel ok now.” I nodded even though we were talking on the phone and she couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I do feel fine. It was just not what I had expected, and I feel a little blindsided.”

Sheila took another pause. “So, do you want to ride with us tomorrow to work?” She was a bit hesitant, and I was a little bit confused. “Yeah, no, I’m not mad at Del, I’m just trying to work out how I feel about Scott. He is a really sweet guy.” Sheila then said, “do you like him like him?” I took a breath and said, “I think so, he is the first guy that I really connected with and even after the sex there was such a close bond. He didn’t want to let go of me and I didn’t want to let go of him. We just clicked and gelled, and vibed. I don’t know, it was different than the other experiences I have had with either men or women. I kind of figured that I’m bi, and that I’d settle down and get married like you too someday. But the last day or so, I’m been thinking about settling down with Scott instead.” There, I had said it. The thing that had been gnawing at me for the past day and a half. Scott was special. And we missed out on that specialness at the end of the evening. It was like we didn’t get to say good bye. And we didn’t even do that either.

Sheila then said, “well, I don’t know what to say then. I have an idea. If you want. I work with Scott, and we know each other pretty well. I don’t think Del knows that I know him. And, I don’t think that Scott knows that I know you. I could speak to him if you want.” Then the other shoe I had been holding dropped. I didn’t know what to do about Scott. I didn’t know if I could have a future with this guy. Any guy. Any one. It was all too serious, and I was afraid that if I said the words out loud that the fantasy, the possibility of what may be would be ruined by the reality of what really is. I answered, “It’s complicated Sheila. Scott left the poker night visibly upset. I think he may have felt swindled by getting separated from me; to be honest, I feel a little bit jipped as well. But, his experience was different than mine. He slugged Todd and Del wasn’t too forthcoming about why.” I had broken the seal. I had breathed a word of what happened at the sacred poker night no women allowed, no details to ever come forth. At that point I was ok with that because I didn’t think there’d be another poker night for me.

Sheila then said, “Really, I didn’t hear that much from Del.” I stopped a minute and then said, “look, I”m not sure what happened. And I don’t know how Scott feels about any of that, and whether he was ok or not. I also don’t know if there’s anything there between us still, and if he’d even want to talk to me.” I had not only dropped the second shoe, I had emptied the closet. I started to tear up. Sheila then calmly said, “I’m going to interfere, because I think you are an amazing guy and Scott would be lucky to have you, and I think Scott is an amazing guy and you’d be lucky to have him.” I smiled, and snorted. I wiped my eyes and said, “ok, you can’t break the glass any more than it has already been shattered.” She laughed a little. “One thing,” I said, “I don’t want to know if it doesn’t work out. I have my own shit to work out from Saturday night, I don’t need his shit to work out as well. Does that make sense?” She sighed and said, “yes, of course, that makes sense. I’ll see what I can find out, and if it’s good news I’ll mention it and if it’s not, I’ll leave it alone.” She hung up and for the first time in a day and a half I felt lighter.

Thanks for sharing your writing, looking forward to the next chapters, really!

 

[Christopher Presley]

I, for one, am so invested in this story. It took a few entries for me get hooked (I always seem to struggle to relate to bi plot lines), but I’m really here for all of it now. I like how we’ve already seen some pretty intense storylines and some upsetting events to add contrast to the fun and fucking, because that’s life; life e is messy and rarely plays out like a “…happily ever after” you see so often in some of these stories. Please keep it up. I’d be happy to go into more detail about likes/dislikes if thats the kind of feedback you’re looking for. Keep it up!