Fifty Percent Straight PT 1 Fifty Percent Straight Pt 2
(Adult Friends)
I got out of bed Sunday morning only because I had to piss. After I went back to bed, I didn’t wake again until noon. My body ached too much to move. My body was sore and tired, but my mind was alert. I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday afternoon. My cock stirred when I thought about making out with my best friend. I thought about his smell, his taste, the heat of his body. I remembered how he looked throughout the day while moving his furniture and boxes to the new house. I'd seen him before without a shirt on, but it had never turned me on so much as the day before. I remembered the sheen of sweat on his back and how his nipples were erect even though it wasn’t cold. The scent of his expiring deodorant coming from the damp, curly hairs in his armpits. I recalling wanting to grab his around butt cheeks. The most exciting detail was how his tongue felt when it slid inside my mouth. I wanted to stroke my dick, but my upper arms and my shoulders hurt.
“Hey baby, I’m back,” she called from the other room.
She was expecting me to bring in the groceries. Struggling to roll over, I managed to pull on a pair of shorts. I had to make four trips to the car in the garage before she realized my condition.
“Oh baby, you sore after yesterday? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped.”
“I’m always the gentleman!” I joked.
She should have remembered how tired I would be. She hurried and put the groceries up, but I headed back to the bed and eased onto my side and rolled over. She entered the bedroom without me hearing, so I jumped when I felt her hands stroking my back. I heard a pumping sound and then she started rubbing hand lotion on my back. I flinched from the cold lotion, but as she rubbed it in, it was bliss.
“That’s so nice baby,” I mumbled into the pillow.
“You deserve it honey.”
It felt so good when she rubbed my upper arms. I had my hands up near my head. Then she worked on my shoulders and so on. I got a woody from her touch. I especially loved it when she pulled down the back of the nylon shorts and rubbed my butt.
“You’re tense babe...just relax.”
She had never massaged my back like this before. It was usually the other way around (me massaging her shoulders).
“If I lift up, will you pull them off?” I asked her.
She didn't have to for me, I wanted to be naked. She pulled the shorts down my legs as I wiggled my middle body. Now she moved down and rubbed my butt. She put more lotion on and massaged my upper legs. I anticipated that she was going to initiate sex. While my feet were not perfect like Oscar’s, they weren’t bad. I was hoping for a foot rub too, but didn’t come. If only she had told me to roll over, she would have seen my arousal. My erect dick lay flat on the bed between my thighs, but she didn’t even touch it! I should have been pissed, but my mind drifted to Oscar again when I got no attention from here where I wanted it the most on my body. How hard would it have been to give me a hand job? Her arms got sore I could tell, so she slid off the bed and told me she was going to go watch TV.
With my dick still erect between my legs, I thought about Oscar again. I wondered if I he would agree to never mess around again. If so, would the feelings would go away? Like when a girl you have a crush on has no interest and you later forget about her and move on. I wondered also if Oscar refused to do it again, would I then be turned on by some other man? Would my newly found fascination with one man transfer to another one? Thinking about it raised my stress level again. The longer I lay there, the stiffness in my muscles returned and I was tense again. What was I going to do? I lay there unable to nap anymore, so I got up and put the shorts back on. Now I watched TV feeling depressed.
As the next days passed, I thought if I didn’t contact him for a while, then my feelings for him would go away. I tried hard to block him out of my mind. At work, I was able to do it. While eating dinner at home or watching TV with Ana, I was okay. However, while lying in bed at night in the dark, my mind went into overdrive. This caused me to toss and turn most nights. Eventually, exhaustion overtook me and I’d fall asleep. To tire myself out, I started going to the work gym after work and did cardio until I couldn’t move my legs.
Denial only lasted so long. After so many nights of this, I got up out of bed one night and went to the living room and jacked off and released a very satisfying load. I admitted to myself that I wanted to have sex with him so badly!
- - -
It was nearly a month since that fateful moving day. One day while sitting in traffic on my way home, I broke down and called him. I was curious how he was feeling about things.
“Yo man. You on your way home from work?” he asked.
“Shit, I’ve just spent thirty minutes going five miles. It was worse leaving from downtown. I’m starving and I can’t wait to get home and get these clothes off.”
I waited for his reaction to the latter.
“So, you’re alone,” he asked.
“Yeah dude. I’m about to exit. Getting us some Chinese on the way home. What are you up to?”
“I’m working all day today--which is not much without commissions. It’s been a fruitless day here. I need another job dude. I’m so burned out.”
“Damn,” I said.
There was an awkward silence.
“I’m sorry I haven’t called,” he said. “We’ve been busy getting the house fixed up. Everything I find to fix opens another can of worms and I found something else to repair. Then there’s stuff she’s bitching about that didn’t bother her before like (now using her voice) ‘this faucet is so outdated’.
He cleared his throat.
“But hey...we adopted a dog. I’m sending you his pic now.”
My phone beeped. As I exited the freeway and got stuck at the red light, I pulled the phone away and looked at the photo.
“Yea, nice pooch!” I told him.
“Yeah, but I think Jess was pissed about me getting the dog. Well, I deserve something like that now and then. I never ask for anything.”
I wanted to say it, but I was nervous. After another long silence, I blurted it out.
“I need to see you so bad! We need to sort this out, but fuck, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Fuck Aaron, I’m so torn up. Part of me wishes we never did it and the other half of me wants to grab you and push you to a wall and kiss the fuck out of you!”
My dick swelled in my pants and my body felt warm all over. I felt my underarms sweating. I turned the AC fan on higher.
“Come over Sunday morning whenever you get up. Maybe we can talk it over or find a way to get out of the house for a while.”
“I’ll be there Ozzie!”
“Now go get your Chinese food man. I can’t be seen chatting on the phone and not stalking the customers.”
“Bye, ” I said.
I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror. My forehead was sweating. I was a mess! I pulled my tie all the way off and unbuttoned the first few buttons. I was so horny now!
- - -
Through the rest of the week, I stayed preoccupied at work and attempted to keep Oscar out of my mind. I worked even harder in the office gym. After every dinner, I headed to the bedroom, stripped, and went to sleep quickly. On Saturday, we had dinner with her parents and then the four us went to see a movie. It was a rare, pleasant evening with her folks. Yet after we got home, my stomach was in knots again thinking of what could or wouldn’t happen the next day.
To complicate my feelings, my wife had a couple of glasses of wine and acted horny in the evening. I guess she was just in a good mood. I had no issues “performing” because I was truly turned on. I felt like a stud because she wanted me and I didn’t ask for it. Like our sex in the past before Oscar, I was in the moment in my head and concentrated on the pleasure. Our sex didn’t go into overtime—she came, I came, then we chilled. The quick and steady fuck really relaxed me. After it was over, we turned on the TV there in the bedroom and fell asleep watching Saturday Night Live. Just before I dozed off, I let her I was going running around with Oscar in the morning. Just mentioning that made me tense up. I couldn't fall asleep as quickly as I hoped.
- - -
As I slowly woke up on the next morning, I stretched and yawned big. Then I remembered I was due at Oscar’s house. I immediately got up and hit the shower. After I was done bathing, I found Ana had gotten up. I walked naked to the kitchen and found her starting the coffee. I gave her a kiss and she playfully slapped my butt. I poured me a glass of OJ and walked back to the bedroom. After trimming my goatee, I quickly grabbed an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the closet and slid them on. I went back to the bathroom mirror again to make sure my hair was brushed nicely. I'd never done that for Oscar before!
She offered to make me some eggs, but I told her I wasn’t that hungry. I was hungry, but I had butterflies in my stomach. Even if his wife was around, I wanted to spend time with him. I wanted to get out of my house fast and felt a bit paranoid. Did my wife notice how nervous I was? I never even looked at the clock to see what time it was until I got in the car. I eased out of the driveway and glanced at the dash clock. It was only 8:15am! I never have gotten up that early on Sunday, so I was surprised my wife didn’t comment on it.
After I got out of the neighborhood, I drove faster than usual. I let it rip on the freeway. A drive that was normally 20-25 minutes, took almost 15. When I drove up to his house and parked in the street, I saw him in the garage. I gasped seeing him from the back. I admired his hairy legs and nice butt. In the early morning humidity, it was already steamy. I found him sweaty and dirty in the garage. He had on a holy tank top and basketball shorts. His hair was messy with cobwebs in it. There were black grease smudges on his arm.
“Dude, you’re here so early! You should in bed sleeping! You look really nice!"
He touched the bottom of my goatee. His smile was so sexy.
“So should you!” I laughed.
"I figured the sooner I got up, the sooner I could sit on my ass and watch TV--unless she finds something for me to do. I've been up in the attic putting plywood up there so we can store more stuff there. She's been up early too. She got up at the crack of dawn to do her video aerobics! I thought I’d get this shit done before you got here.”
"Damn, I hope she doesn't get the wife to do that aerobics stuff. I don’t wanna get woke up hearing that!”
Just then Jessica came out to the garage with damp hair in shorts and a short top. I thought again how much she and my wife looked like sisters instead of cousins. She had the same big nice tits and curvy ass.
“Hey guys, I’m gonna run to Smoothie King. You guys want anything?”
“Not from there babe. Can you get us some taquitos from Whataburger?”
“That’s so bad for you!” she said.
He shrugged and laughed.
“Alright. You guys better stay away from the beer—it’s too early!”
We laughed and she walked to the car and started it. I waited for the car to drive away. Once out of sight, I shoved my tongue into his mouth. He started to kiss back and then pulled away. We were in the part of the garage where no one could see from the street.
“Dude, I reek. I didn’t shower last night and I’m all nasty from the attic! I stink man.”
“I don’t care. I like it! You’re so fucking sexy!”
I kissed all over his neck and ran my hands up under his shirt. His cool skin tasted salty. I moved my hands to his armpits and he raised his arms to let me pull the tank top off completely. We kissed like animals! I lowered my head to his chest and sucked on his left nipple. He leaned against the wall and rested his hands behind his head. My nostrils flared at the steaming fresh muskiness floating from his armpits. I pressed my nose into the curly wet hairs in one armpit and rubbed my face in it.
Impulsively, I planted my mouth into the dank orifice and licked into the curly hairs. I tasted the acrid remains of his expired deodorant as he moaned in appreciation. I rubbed my dick through my pants. My dick was begging to get out. He pulled my head to his and we sucked tongues. Finally, we separated out of breath.
“Oh, shit man. That was so hot!” he gasped. “But I need to shower man!”
I sniffed my fingers that had just been under his arms.
“MMMMM, you smell great to me!”
“You’re so fucking nasty man!” He laughed.
Then he kissed me more gently and I inhaled again.
"You smell sexy dirty or not," I told him.
His hands gripped my butt cheeks and he made a growling sound as I rammed my wet tongue into his ear and bit his ear lobe.
"Damn!” he whispered.
We heard cars passing on the street just outside of our view.
“She’s gonna be back soon. She drives like a bat out ‘a hell. We gotta be careful, Aaron.”
I stepped back and he pulled his tank top back on.
“When she gets back, I’m gonna head back and grab a shower before we eat.”
“Too bad I can’t shower with you now!” I said.
“You perv.”
We went inside into the wonderful, cooler air.
“What the hell man—this is October. It feels like August still. I hate summer and it still feels like it.” I complained.
“Yeah man. I can’t wait for winter so I don’t have to mow the damn lawn all the time.”
“I hear you bro. It fucks up my allergies.”
He whistled loudly and called out loudly.
“Pepper, hey boy!”
Suddenly a medium-size dog came running into the living room and started jumping up and down. Oscar picked him up and the dog wiggled excitedly in his arms. Then he put him back on the carpet. When the dog noticed me, he backed up and tipped his nose in the air smelling me.
“Hey boy!” I called to him.
I reached out my hand and he cautiously walked up to me. I pet him on the head and he stood stern for a minute and his tailed started wagging. The dog’s fur was short and soft. He was mostly black with a mix of white hairs. It wasn’t clear what breeds he was mixed from, but he was cute. Seeing the dog in Oscar’s arms made me swoon over him even more so. It was a tender side he didn’t usually show. I pet the dog more and he became relaxed and barked at me as if asking me to play. True to his word, Jess barged in with her extra-large smoothie and a bag of our taquitos.
“Jess, you know it defeats the purpose of getting a low-fat smoothie if you get it in the most big-ass cup they have!” he teased.
“Hush! It’s still healthier than all that bacon, butter, and cheese!”
He and I exchanged glances and smiled. She ignored us. My stomach wasn’t tense anymore, but I was very horny for him. Even with his wife in the room! Pepper stood at bay a few feet from the table and licked his lips a few times but didn’t beg.
“Hey honey, I’m gonna go hit the shower real fast. Aaron called me a skunk!”
He reached out to hug her and she jerked back. She got a whiff and held her nose dramatically.
“Oh no you don’t!”
She was the only one grossed out. I wanted to shove my face under his sweaty pits again. I wondered how his sweaty crotch smelled.
“I’m gonna go finish my exercises.”
Then she was gone. He grabbed the TV remote and tossed it to me. I caught in the air.
“Be right back bud.”
I sat alone in the living room watching TV and petting the dog for about ten minutes. My eyes opened big when I saw him return wearing a clean pair of basketball shorts. Barefoot, shirtless, and with wet hair, I wanted to get up and rip those shorts off of him. He was carrying a t-shirt and slipped it on.
“Let me show you what I’ve done,” he said. “This whole room repainted. That back kitchen wall was light blue. Looks better in beige.”
I nodded. We walked to the bedroom where he showed me the laminate flooring he put down. We walked in the bathroom and I noticed that his dirty shorts were sitting on top of a small, open hamper. They were the ones he’d just been wearing in the garage. I picked them up and sniffed them. They were indeed ripe. He’d obviously worn them a couple of times—at least.
“Dude, you’re so nasty,” he laughed.
I tossed them all the way into hamper and pressed my nose to the back of his neck.
“You smell good now in a different way,” I whispered.
He waved me off.
“Chill man,” he whispered.
We returned to the kitchen and ate our breakfast. I couldn't keep my eyes off him while we chatted. Being in person with him re-charged my growing lust for him. After I ate, I went to the sink and rinsed his smells and the food from my my face and mouth. I patted my face dry as he walked down the hall. I heard him calling out.
“Hey baby, we’re heading out!” he shouted.
I walked toward the end of the hall. She opened the spare bedroom door and kissed him on the cheek.
“Okay. Drive safe. NO road rage!”
She pointed at me as if telling me too to keep him in line.
“Yeah yeah yeah.” he said.
She closed the door and we headed outside. Once in the car, he turned on the AC on high and I moved my face to the vent on my side.
“Where we going? A sleezy motel?” I joked.
We’re heading to the junkyard.
“Say what?” I laughed.
“Yeah, well the ‘authority on good driving’ who just bossed me about road rage just happened to back into a pole last week. The tail light it busted but no damage to the car. I’m looking for the plastic parts that fit in the tail light. Shouldn’t be hard to find. If we don’t find it in a wrecked car then maybe one of junk yards can sell me one from their warehouse. You can either pick your parts off the car or get the parts they already pulled. Either way, cheaper than buying the shit new.”
We drove on and I looked way in the distance and noticed it was getting cloudy.
“That’s really smart dude. I guess the rest of us are too lazy for that.”
“My dad taught me you can find anything at the junk yard if you look long enough. Besides, it’s a great way for us to hang out. Maybe we can talk about us. You know?”
I got a lump in my throat when he said “us”. We continued driving to the Southwest side of Dallas.
“This is so weird Aaron. When I’m doing random shit, I think about you. Things you always say. Your catch phrases and shit. Maybe I did that before, but now it’s different because we made out.”
I stared into the distance unsure of what to say.
“So, when did it hit you that you dig dudes?” he asked.
“That’s it Ozzie. I don’t go around scoping out men. I can’t explain it. I supposed maybe I dug you when I met you. I just started thinking a lot about you more and more. I think it’s a man-crush thing. I just liked hanging out with you. What about you?”
“I dunno. I guess I’ve always kind of admired the male body. I mean, when you see a dude who’s packin’ or ripped—it’s okay to admire it right?”
I nodded as he looked over at me briefly.
“I mean. We really like each other...as friends. You think maybe we got too close?”
I shrugged.
He continued, “You’ve told me all about your other buddies and shit being too busy to hang out. My friends are still around a lot, but I'd rather hange out with you. Why did this change?”
My face flushed hot.
“I don’t fucking know man. I guess I’m half homo. But I can’t be. I had sex the other night and I as turned on without thinking about you. Well not until way after it was over. So, I don’t think I’m—you know what. I won't say the word.”
I felt embarrassed, but he spoke up.
“You know, I lost my virginity when I was 17. My dad let me go to Padre Island with my cousin Benny. We met these two older girls and went back to their motel room. Benny and his girl were on a bed and me and the other chick were on the other. She was like 21 dude! Anyway, he like got naked and was fuckin’ her. My girl realized I didn’t know what to do and took over. After she and I were done, she snuggled under the covers with me. The rest of the time, I watched Benny and his gal humping. They fucked all night and I pretended to be dozing. You know, in hindsight, I liked watching him fuck her. His dick was the only one I’d seen hard besides my own. I was fascinated.”
I looked at him while he talked. He pulled off his cap and covered his crotch. His dry hair was exposed. I reached up to touch it.
“I didn’t know you had such curly hair!”
“Yeah, I hate it. I usually slick it down with the dryer and a shit load of gel.”
“Why bother?” I asked.
“Because of this!”
He kept his eyes on the road but moved his head toward me and pulled back enough to show me a balding spot on top of his head.”
I smiled and chuckled. He had really hidden that well. I had no idea.
“Well, how about you? How did you lose your cherry?” he asked.
I looked away.
“It’s boring.”
“Tell me dude.”
“Okay,” I gave in. “I dated girls in high school, but I was too chicken-shit to make a move. I didn’t see titties until my senior year. I didn’t kiss with tongues until I was 19. After I moved in the dorm at UNT, I was a quiet nerd. I studied a lot--especially with this one girl in my accounting class. I didn’t think she gave a shit about me that way—but after studying all night for exams in her apartment she made her move. We’d been studying all night and I kept noticing her nipples. She didn't have a bra on this time. In the middle of me reading her test questions, she pulled off her shirt and my eyes bugged out! She said, ‘are we ever gonna have sex or what?’”
“No fuckin’ way!” Oscar laughed.
“Yeah. I told her outright it was my first time. The next thing I knew I was on her bed with her riding my dick. It was amazing. Kristin was her name. Short red hair. Slim with pointy tits. Shaved pussy. From that point on, my confidence grew fifty-fold.”
“I’ll bet. So, you never messed around with a guy? Not even when you were a kid?”
“No man.”
“Well, when I was in second grade, the kid next door and me used to play soccer in the front yard. Sometimes we went on the side of the house and watched each other piss behind a big bush. I stared at his dick and I wondered why it looked so different—no skin on it.”
“That doesn’t sound gay. Dudes piss in front of each other all the time. You were just curious.”
Music played as we drove. I rested my hand on his upper leg.
“I like when you touch me,” he told me.
I slid my hand closer to his crotch. I rubbed his penis through his baggy nylon shorts to find his penis was hard. I quickly moved my hand away form it as a huge pickup drove alongside us. After that, we drove without talking until we exited the freeway. After we exited, we passed several huge salvage yards. Dark clouds filled the northern sky.
“Looks like rain again!” I said.
“We can probably look around for a while. If it rains, we can make a run back to the car. The rain will probably last five minutes.”
He drove into the gravel parking lot of one of the junkyards. After we parked, we walked up to a covered gateway. He paid a couple of dollars for each us to enter the yard. Inside, I was amazed at the size of the grounds and the amount of wrecked cars stacked from fence to fence. Some cars were piled on each other, but the less ravaged cars and trucks were stacked on old tire rims or cinder blocks a foot off the ground. The ground under the cars was either gravel or hard, cracked dirt.
He’d brought a small plastic toolbox with him. I watched his butt flex in his shorts as I followed him. I was hoping he would get hot enough to take off his shirt, but he didn't. Scattered around were guys like us. Some were in the process of taking parts off cars and others carried around what they had pulled. There were cars and trucks of every make and model from just about every decade.
Well, we walked and walked and walked until we found a single car the same model of his wife’s car. However, the tail lights were both gone. We walked another few rows and found another. The front of the car was smashed to living hell, but as we walked to the back of it and wedged our bodies between it and another wreck, we found the part he was looking for still on the car but undamaged. In the meantime, dark grim clouds loomed over us with rumbling thunder getting louder. The humidity was stifling. He worked to unscrew several pieces and pulled out wires. I felt sprinkles on my head.
“Dude, we’re gonna get soaked,” I warned. “And that lighting looks serious. It's a long-ass walk back to the car!”
“I’m almost done," He said.
Raindrops fell harder. Then it was a full-on downpour. Suddenly the he pulled the last part free. He shoved his tools in the box and closed it. He handed me a couple of parts to carry. With the tool box and his flip-flops in one hand and the tail light casing in the other, we started to sprint through the maze toward the front gate. In less than a third of the distance traveled, he pointed to my left by the fence.
“The bus!” he yelled. “Let’s get in there.”
We ran inside an old wrecked school bus. It had several windows open or busted out. We closed the ones that still moved and then sat on the back seats huffing and puffing. Rain poured really hard. We started laughing at our predicament. We were totally soaked. The bus smelled funky like mildewed and rotting upholstery. Thunder boomed and made both us up jump.
“I’m glad I wore a cap," I said smugly.
He grabbed the hat off if my head and tossed it over the seats. It flew up and disappeared.
“Fuck that cap!” He laughed.
Then we started wrestling in the seat. I grabbed him a bear hug from behind and pulled his hands backward.
“OUCH fucker!” He laughed.
We fell into the seat below the windows and I let go and he turned over and tried to tackle me. I was stronger than him and he gave up. We were out of breath again. I looked down and saw his shorts were tented. I saw no one walking outside. The grounds were deserted and we were trapped there far from the front gate. I tried to shove my hands into his shorts, but he pushed my hands away laughing.
“Can I see it?” I asked. "Come on, man."
We stopped roughhousing and he looked down at his shorts. Shyly, he pushed the elastic down and pushed it under his dick and balls. His dick was slightly longer than mine but was not as wide. His penis was pinkish-brown and a loose ring of foreskin that covered its head completely. I slid my hand upward and stroked it. I pulled the skin downward and exposed its perfect, purple head. He looked right into my eyes. I felt his warm balls with my other hand and he sighed.
"Don't be embarrassed," I told him. "I'm impressed!"
He laughed.
“Take your shirt off,” I told him.
He pulled it off and I did the same. Now the air blew in cooler through two of the busted windows and my wet clothes felt cold.
“Why don’t you get totally naked,” I said.
“Dude, you’re crazy!”
When he didn’t, I pulled on his shorts. He struggled at first, but I winked at him and laughed. He relented and and leg go of my hand. He stood up and let me pull them off his legs and muddy feet.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered.
We were still standing at the back of the bus. I rubbed my hands over his smooth chest. With only a few hairs on his chest, I was surprised that his pubes were so bushy. He had hairy legs, but I thought because he was smooth chested, there wouldn’t be much hair below the belt. I sat down and pressed my nose into his pubes. You know when you scratch your pubes and sniff your fingers? He smelled like that mixed with soap. I rubbed his chest and stomach. My dick was so hard.
“Turn around,” I told him.
He turned around and put one knee on the seat and held onto the back of the next seat. His ass was so perfect.
“Your crack is hairy!” I said excitedly.
I admired the gradual changes of his skin tone from his tanned upper legs to his totally white butt. I rubbed his soft and round butt cheeks. The skin felt cool and damp in my hot hands. Curious, I squatted and pressed my nose into his crack. He sighed. I thought about the gay porn I had watched on my laptop several weeks ago. With no warning for him, I pulled his cheeks apart and rubbed my nose up and down his damp crack. His asshole was warm and sticky. As I rested my nose against his moist butthole, the curly ring of hairs tickled my nostrils.
“Man, what are you doing?”
“Stop talking.”
I gripped his cheeks preventing his movement. I started licking his hairy asshole. I rearranged my dick and balls with my hand through my khakis. I hungrily sucked on his asshole and he groaned. My tongue flicked over the hole as if I was eating out a girl.
“Oh, holy fucking Jesus!” He groaned.
I was a man possessed. I drove my tongue inside him and smacked sloppily. Spit drooled down my chin. He kept moaning without caring how loud he was. I rubbed my face up and down his damp crack from the tailbone to his spit-slicked butthole. I enjoyed inhaling his essences. He moved forward onto his hands and knees on the back seat. I dropped to my knees on the soiled bus floor. I licked his taint up and down before going back into his hole. Rain poured harder and thunder rumbled. He started jacking himself furiously which made his balls sway under him. He growled like a dog when he came.
“Oohhahahhhh!”
I rubbed the wet hole with my fingertip and gently sucked on the back of his ball sac.
“Wow. Oh stop. Ha-ha. My balls are so sensitive.”
He struggled to put both feet on the floor and I sat on my seat again. Embarrassed, he put his clothes on quickly.
“Damn, look at your cum!” I told him.
His face blushed deeply as I pointed where he had been sitting. Feeling bold as hell, I slid my middle finger in the cum on the seat to my right and then slowly tasted it. I liked it.
“Do you like the taste of my cum?”
“I just wondered what cum tastes like.”
“You never tasted your own?” he asked.
“No!”
“I’m sure most guys taste their own jizz at some point. You never licked a girl after you finished inside her?” He asked.
“Hell no!” I laughed and flinched.
“Seriously? Don’t you kiss your wife after she sucks your dick?”
“She never sucks my dick,” I admitted. “She’s tried it like three times ever.”
“Dang. How many years you two together now?”
I counted in my head.
“About two and a half years.”
“And only three blow jobs?”
“Yeah,” I said glumly.
“How many blow jobs have you had in your life?” He asked.
“A couple...”
I sat there staring out of the windows into the gloom. He moved the floor and reached to unzip my shorts.
“Take it out.”
“Man, no. You don’t have to just because I said that.”
He pushed my hands away and unzipped and unbuttoned the khakis.
“You’re freballin!”
"You sure you never did this?” I asked. "You opened my pants up fast."
“Shut up and let me try it!”
I relented and relaxed. He fumbled around, but I sat up and pushed the shorts down. I flinched from the touch of his mouth when he went down on me. He slowly sucked up and down. I have an average dick, but he struggled to take it down all the way.
“Ouch. Watch the teeth, chief!”
“Sowwy!” he said with mouth full of dick.
I was so turned on as his head bobbed up and down. I ran my fingers through his wavy hair. This sexy man was both naked on his knees and sucking me. It was a sight I never would have believe I'd ever see. A dude sucking my cock! His warm mouth was tighter than any girl who sucked me before. I flung off my wet shirt. Despite his inexperience, I was lost in the moment. I moved my feet around to kick the shorts totally free. I felt so good being naked in the cool air with the sound of rain falling on the roof above us. I looked out of the dirty bus window at the several acres of cars and trucks. I loved the thought of being naked there in the junkyard getting head. When I looked down and his sexy eyes looked up me, I lost it!
“I’m cumming!” I grunted.
He kept sucking me slowly and steadily. I tried to warn him, but my cum cannon went off and filled his mouth. He continued to slowly suck me until I began to squirm.
“Okay, that’s good,” I told him.
He stood up and grabbed my head. We kissed and I tasted my jizz in his mouth. I was lost in a sexual daze with my hot best friend. He was naked—I was naked. Now only light drops of rain dropped on the metal roof. We separated when I heard voices in the distance. I looked out and saw men stirring again. One old man had two small boys with him.
“Fuck man!” I mumbled.
I quickly grabbed my shorts and pulled them on.
“They can’t see in here man. We’re too far away and below the windows.” He declared.
I shook my head to clear it. We collected our clothes and my hat and were dressed again in a few minutes.
“Let’s split, man,” he said and winked.
He was so calm and cool. His deep voice even more gravel-like. We walked in the mud. Being barefoot, his feet squished in the filthy mud. I heard an occasional “ouch” when the random rocks hurt his feet. With our hands full of stuff, we must have looked hilarious. When we got up to the gate, the dudes at the counters talked to him in Spanish. I was surprised he understood them and talked back.
“I thought your Spanish was rusty,” I told him.
“Shh, don’t tell the wife. She don’t need to know I can understand her talking about me. Since we been together, I'm picking most of it back up.”
He paid for the parts and we headed back to the car. As he started the engine and pulled out. I sat there with my eyes closed.
“You okay, amigo?” he asked.
“Yeah Ozzie. That was incredibly crazy and seriously hot.”
“Yeah man.”
I was lost in my thoughts about it until he spoke again.
“I liked--never mind.” he said shyly.
I looked over toward him waiting for him to elaborate.
“What? You liked suckin’ my dick? Or are you referring to my tongue up your hole?”
I looked over at him and his face was red. I stroked his face.
“You’re blushing bro!”
He slapped my hand away.
“Don’t make fun of me man,” he said.
“It’s cool. I have to say, I really loved licking your ass. I’ve never even done that with a girl. In fact, it doesn’t even seem sexy to think about it.”
“I sure enjoyed you doing it. No chick has every ventured back there.“
“Makes me wonder if you want something else up your ass.”
I lifted my waist like I was humping someone.
“Oh, hell no!” he laughed. "And dude, I was choking on your cum. You cum a lot!"
I laughed and idly rubbed my chin. I had his smells on my hand.
“Fuck!” I said.
“What now?”
“Maybe I can rinse off at your place. I need to wash my face. I can’t go home smelling like your crack.”
“I thought you liked that.”
He looked over at me slyly with an eyebrow raised. I flipped him off.
- - -
When we got back to his house, Jessica came into the garage with big eyes when she saw his muddy feet and legs.
“We got caught in the downpour, Jess. We had to wait it out in broken down school bus!”
He moved and tried to hug her.
“UGH! Go rinse off in the yard. Don’t think about walking in the house with those muddy feet!”
We laughed a lot. She went back inside.
“Look at your sneakers! Your wife won’t touch you like this. She’ll never get close enough to know you’re wearing my ass stink.”
I looked down. My nice Nike shoes were covered in grey mud.
“Yeah. I’m heading out then.”
He pushed the button on the wall and let the garage door close halfway. Out of view from the street and behind the car, he kissed me. I didn’t want to break free, but I pulled back.”
“We never talked about this. Do we end it now after what happened today?”
“I don’t want to,” I said.
My voice cracked.
“You know. We’re probably gonna feel like shit after this sex buzz wears off.”
“Maybe.”
I ducked under the garage door and walked away.
“Call me during the week when I’m working,” he told me from the door. "Maybe we can talk about it?"
“Okay man.”
I walked out to my car in the street and the door closed all the way down. I forgot to go rinse off in his bathroom. I sniffed my hand deeply. I didn't want to wash it.
- - -
Ana wasn’t home when I got there. I quickly took a hot, soapy shower. When I dried off, I looked at myself naked in the mirror. I thought I was average. I wondered if Oscar thought I was as sexy as he was to me. I put on a pair of boxers and went to get a beer.
I had no idea where she’d gone. She usually left a note. I thought about how trusting we were with one another—yet I just had sex with another dude in a broken-down bus. I sat watching TV and had a couple of beers. After just staring at the TV idly, I got up and got another beer. Then I went to my computer desk in the office room and sat at my computer.
Normally I had only one beer at a time. After three, my light alcohol tolerance showed. I went to a popular porn site and sat there watching. I pushed my boxers down to my feet and spit down onto the crown of my foreskin to wet the head. I massaged my dick while a guy sloppily ate a gal’s pussy. I really enjoyed watching it. I watched a lesbian video and wasn't so turned on. I liked watching the naked man munching on pussy better. Then I searched for bisexual videos and found one of two buff dudes eating a girl out together. Their tongues touched as they licked the pussy. Then the men kissed while eating pussy and I started wanking my dick really hard. I came instantly and shot cum on the carpet and down my wrist. Exhausted, I licked the cum off my hand. Oscar's jizz tasted better!
- - -
I must have fallen asleep after I came. I heard Ana calling my name and I jumped up. Forgetting my boxers were at my feet, I tripped and hit my head on the side of the desk. I wiped my hands on the carpet and pulled the boxers up. Just then she came into the room. I told her only that I’d fallen asleep at the desk and just tripped hitting my head. She came over to comfort me. I wondered if I smelled like my cum.
“You okay babe?”
“Yeah...sure. Why?” I asked groggily.
“Well, you left a couple of beer cans on the floor by the TV. You have a can here on the desk.”
“No honey, I’m alright. Where you go? I was worried.”
“I texted you. I had an errand and then I went to mom’s. See.”
She held up her phone, but then frowned.
“Shit, it says not delivered. I’m sorry baby. You should have called me.”
“Yeah. No worries.”
She scooted up on the desk and held on to my arms.
“I have some news though. I went to the weekend clinic. It’s confirmed this time.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“I’m pregnant!”
A million emotions flooded me. I was happy at the thought of being a dad! I was stressed at the thought of how much money this was going to cost. Even worse—I was filled with guilt because I had just cheated on her with another man. I hugged her and she wrapped her arms around me. As her soft hands rubbed my bare back, I felt like a jerk. She smelled of her citrus shower gel and shampoo. I rested my hands on her curvy butt.
“I told mom first, don’t be mad. She will tell dad. You want to go call your mom and dad?”
“Yeah babe. Let’s call them.”
I glumly followed her to the living room and we sat on the sofa with the call on speakerphone. We both shouted our news in unison. Mom cheered and dad shouted “Hurray!”. Next, she called Jessica and Oscar on the speaker. They were happy for us shouted their congratulations, but I wondered what Oscar thought. I was sure he was thinking he was lucky it wasn't him. After the announcement, she picked up the phone and started talking to Jessica in Spanish rapidly. I just walked to the bedroom and collapsed on my stomach on the bed.
I had previously felt okay with only fantasizing about Oscar. However, now after finally had sex for real, I felt shitty. I’d found the impulsive sex so extremely satisfying at the time it occurred, but now I was guilt-ridden. I was sure I'd feel better later, but for the moment I felt like shit. I wished I wasn't fifty percent.
To be continued...