Fifty Percent Straight Pt 3
Fifty Percent Straight Pt 3
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(Adult Friends)
The miscarriage hit us both hard. For her--both physically and mentally. For me, I felt like it was a punishment for cheating on her. For a month after, I didn't get out or do anything but work and run errands. I avoided visits to my parents' house. I stopped going to the gym after work and I ate less. I didn't realize anyone noticed until later on.
I wasn't religious, but I believe in a special kind of Karma. What goes around comes around. You do good--good things happen. You're bad and bad shit happens. After Ana's pregnancy was originally confirmed, during the next month we had made so many plans and were excited to become parents. Obviously, I was suffering from my own brand of depression, yet I was still functioning to any outside observer. I skipped breakfast and my only lunch was coffee. My secret nightly jack off sessions were replaced by sneaking sips of liquor. I found I couldn't sleep unless I had a couple of shots of whisky or tequila. Of course, alcohol doesn't help depression. Mornings I got up tired but made it to work and the daily routine would begin again. I was surprised that I never got a call from Oscar about the miscarriage. It hurt my feelings.
- - -
We spent Thanksgiving day at my parents' house. It was a subdued affair--much calmer than holidays with Ana's parents. It was a rare holiday this time because bad weather kept relatives away. At the holiday dinner, my folks were careful not to bring up the baby topic. The snow outside made my mood more somber. Coming home to the house where I grew up was usually comforting. I should have been warmed by walking into the house full of mom's good cooking. My mood stayed flat.
Lunch was delicious. I was surprised how full I felt after just a single helping of everything. After we ate, my mom commented that now she wanted to relax by the fireplace. She asked my dad to build up the fire because it was going out. Dad had been suffering from back issues, so I tried to beat him to going out in the cold to get more wood. After I went outside to fill a small buggy with firewood, I jerked with surprise when I felt dad's hand on my shoulder.
"You okay, son?"
"Yeah, dad. Why?"
I kept filling the wood in the buggy without looking up.
"You've lost weight and you look really tired. You still working all that overtime?"
"Yeah dad. It pays the bills."
"Well, don't burn yourself out."
"No sir."
He put his hand on my shoulder again and I stopped stacking the wood. I turned to face him. He looked deeply into my eyes.
"Things okay between the two of you?"
"Yeah dad, it's just been a rough time."
He gave me a side hug quickly.
"Well, I'm here if you ever need to talk. Take care of yourself."
I could see mom and Ana talking inside through the kitchen window laughing about something. At least someone was laughing. I hadn't seen her in a good mood since the miscarriage.
"You know getting this firewood ain't gonna keep us from being told to clean the kitchen up."
"Yeah, they're conspiring right now--I'm sure." I joked.
"Well, we can volunteer to do it. You're mom's been working on all of this since yesterday."
"Sure dad. Take it easy on your back, though."
Dad winked as I pushed the buggy with the wood up to the back door.
- - -
My parents' personalities compared to Ana's family were like night and day. As time passed, I was so glad for the peaceful afternoon. I cared for my nice mother-in-law, but she was a constant talker and a bit old fashioned. My mom was modern and chic. She was mild-mannered, reserved. I was happy that she liked Ana from the beginning and there was never any conflict between them. Very few times did my parents ever argue and it was dad that got loud. Mom could put dad in his place with just a few words. Yet that hardly ever happened and any rare arguments were over silly shit. Ana and me were kind of like that. We'd never had a big fight--yet. Ana's parents were loud and dramatic. Her father would be loud and get mad when her mother nagged him. Of course, I felt he didn't like me and was always judging my decisions. Again, I was so glad to have spent the day with mom and dad instead.
When I pushed the buggy of firewood through the kitchen to the den, mom was helping Ana put leftovers in several plastic containers for us to take home. Mom was so practical. She looked like a black-haired Martha Stewart getting it all done without a drop of anything on her apron. After dinner, there was a football game. My folks both loved football. Typically, I loved watching the holiday games, but I wasn't so interested in the game this time. We stayed until halftime was over. I'd had a few of dad's Heinekens and was on the verge of falling asleep sitting up when Ana nudged me.
"You ready to head out Aaron?"
I immediately snapped to attention.
"Yeah babe, sure."
I hugged my parents and then carried out our bags of leftovers to the car and warmed it up for Ana. I got out to open the door for her and she ran into the car quickly. After we were snug in our seat belts, we watched my folks waving through their storm door. They kept waving until were in the street. After we turned the corner, Ana volunteered to drive. She obviously sensed I was tired. We switched places and warmed up again. After she drove on, I reclined the seat and closed my eyes as the heater warmed my feet below.
"That turkey was so good," she said. "Your mother said she would help me cook my first turkey next year."
"Yeah, mom's a good cook. But you're a bad ass cook too."
She laughed.
"You were lucky growing up in this nice big house," she said.
"Yeah, but it's really too big for three people. I guess my folks had bigger plans at one time, but ended up having only one kid."
She replied, "Well, you were lucky. I was the only kid too, but we always had company in that cramped house and I always had to share my room. I had to share a room with my Tia Virginia until I was ten."
"I always wanted a brother though," I told her.
"Well, you and Ozzie are like brothers. You're argue, you both think you're right about everything, but you're close too. It's nice."
"Yeah," I said glumly.
I moved my head toward the cold window and stared at the shopping strips along the freeway. She turned on the radio. It played low and she sang with it. I fell asleep.
- - -
When we got home, she got into a robe and lay on the couch watching TV. I was considering sneaking a shot of booze without her knowing, so I sat on the love seat until she was dozing. I got up and tiptoed to the kitchen. I had already put my hand on the bottle of tequila when the phone rang. I put it back and quickly returned to the living room to grab my cell. Oscar's number shown on the screen. I didn't want to wake her up, so I slipped into the garage.
"Hey," I said.
"Happy Thanksgiving! What's going on?"
"I should ask you that," I said bitchily.
"It's been so busy and crazy."
I felt resentful hearing the cheerfulness in his voice. He was talking about work or something when I zoned out.
"Aaron...yo dude. You there?"
"Yeah."
"You sound weird. What's going on."
I clicked the button and disconnected the call. When he called back, I turned off the phone. I went back inside and got in bed and pulled the covers over my head.
- - -
Just after the holidays, Ana got promoted to a supervisor at the call center. This required her to work on Saturdays. At the beginning, the house was unusually quiet with her gone, so one Saturday I decided to spend morning washing the car and detailing the interior. It was monotonous, but comforting work. If I didn't do it, I would have stayed in bed all afternoon after sneaking some liquor.
When Oscar's car rode up, I turned off the vacuum cleaner and stared through the back window. I felt conflicting emotions when he showed up.
"Hey buddy," he called out.
I turned the vacuum back on.
"Are you going to talk to me?"
I stared down at the floor and turned it off again.
"Okay."
I pulled it out of the back seat and closed the car door. I motioned for him to go before me and we walked into the house.
"You want a beer?" I asked dryly.
"Naw man. I'm good."
I sat on the couch and he stood beside it. I looked down at my hands.
"Why could shoulder man? Talk to me."
He moved to lean against the back of the couch right behind me.
"We did bad shit, man. And then I was punished. Now we lost the baby."
"Wait, wait a minute, Aaron. You're not one of those Jesus fearing guys. Do you seriously think God took your baby because we had sex?"
"I dunno." I said and shrugged.
"You never even fucking called about it!" I said.
He walked around to sit next to me. Our shoulders touched.
"Look, when my dad died, everyone was telling me how sorry they were made it miserable," he said. "I didn't want to do that to you. I was respecting your privacy, but now your mad at me for that? And bro--you haven't called me either."
I didn't reply. I just sighed tiredly.
"You been drinkin'. I smell it."
I shrugged.
"Tell me what your feeling man. Please."
I crossed my arms and stared ahead to the window.
"Cut the machismo stuff, dude. Let it out."
I blinked and fought tears. I felt embarrassment. Sadness. Anger. He got up and faced me.
"Stand up!"
He stood up and motioned me to him. I rose numbly and he gripped me in a tight hug.
"Before we became so infatuated with each other, we were brothers. If any of that has to change, I don't want to fool around again. Remember the fun times?"
With his arms tightly around me, I recalled the past. We both laughed and argued like brothers in the past. There was the time we were watching a playoff game at my house. He kept farting. He kept saying "yeah!" after each fart. I got fed up and yelled at him. I told him go to the bathroom and take a shit or go outside. He kept doing it. The next thing you know I punched him on the arm and we started wrestling. My foot knocked a table over and busted two big picture frames. Ana yelled at us and told us to get the hell out. We ended up listening to the game in the car on AM radio!
Another time we all four played dominoes and he got mad because I could count the dominoes and tell everyone what was left. He snapped at me telling me to shut up and let everyone play. Then I kept on doing it to piss him off more. We haven't been allowed to play dominoes in the house anymore. Then there was the time we had a food fight and made a terrible mess. All funny stuff in retrospect.
"I love you man. You're my brother."
I sat there in his arms. It was really just a mixed sniffling and wiping my eyes than a solid cry. Then I told him everything. Feeling depressed...drinking a lot...not eating.
"You do look like a wreck!" he told me.
"Thanks for the honesty," I laughed.
"You're the muscle guy. You love to eat. Hasn't your mom told you that you're getting skinny?"
"My dad did," I answered.
"See! And don't go with your wife to her grandmother's house until you gain some weight. She'll say, `Una buena esposa no tiene un esposo flaco!'."
I laughed at him.
"I have no clue dude."
"It means, "A good wife doesn't have a skinny husband!'"
We kept talking. We ended up on the floor laying on our backs with pillows under our heads. He rested his foot on my leg. It felt natural and nice.
"Wouldn't our wives just love to know we're talking about our `feelings'?" he joked.
"Point made," I said. "Let's stop talking about all that. "Let's go do something manly like try to fix the coffee table. The leg finally snapped."
We walked out to the garage. He followed me through the kitchen to the door. As he passed me, I looked him over and admired him silently. The frantic and desperate need to for me to have sex with him was gone. But now I was thinking maybe just a "little bit" of fun might be okay.
- - -
I went to his house a couple of weeks later. We didn't have any specific plans. I figured maybe we'd go shoot some pool. However, as soon as I got there, he was waiting for me in the garage.
"Come here, I want to show you something." He told me mysteriously.
"I've already seen your dick," I whispered.
He elbowed me hard in the ribs.
"Ouch fucker!" I laughed.
We walked into the garage toward the corner.
"Remember I made all that room in the attic to store stuff?" he said softly. "Jess sent me up there with four boxes. She told me to trash another box. For the hell of it, I went through the box before I tossed it in the trash. Here's what I found!"
He opened his tool box and dug around. At the bottom of it, he took out a small, rectangular box and handed it to me. It looked like a box that jewelry came in. Inside was a vibrator.
"Ha-ha, you're wife getting rid that? You must do a good job then."
"Shut up. I never knew she had this. When I found it, I got curious. I shoved some batteries in it and it works."
I twisted the end of it and then it turned on. It tickled my hand so I immediately turned it off.
"Dude, I tried it. It really feels good!"
"Oh girl!" I joked.
"Don't patronize me, Aaron."
He was so serious.
"Okay, sorry. I'm sorry."
He slid it back into the box and hid it in his toolbox again. I followed him back inside. Once inside, his mom called. Next, Jess was in and out of the living room, so there was no privacy to talk secretly about it again. For the rest of the afternoon, we watched TV while she cleaned. I could tell she wasn't pleased about us just sitting there being lazy.
When I got ready to leave, he walked to me in the middle of the driveway and gave me a quick man-hug. I left happy. It was like old times before we had sex. However, his last comment stirred me up a bit. Right as I got into the car, he put his mouth next to my ear and whispered.
"I'm gonna try that thing up my ass again tonight!"
- - -
A couple of weeks later, he came over on a Saturday when Ana was at work. I had checked out some DVD's from the library for us to watch over the afternoon. As soon as he walked in, I noticed something was up. He was acting nervous. I went to take a leak, and when I returned, I saw his shoes were off. His perfect toes wiggled as he stretched them.
"You ready to start the movie?" I asked.
"I thought maybe would do something else."
He reached for his coat laying on the back of the couch. From the pocket, he pulled out the vibrator box!
"I want play with it again. I have no privacy at home. I can't even take a shit there without getting interrupted." He complained. "Are you game?"
"Okay," I said.
"You guys use lube--or got some Vaseline?"
My heart raced.
"We use K-Y lube sometimes."
"Well go get it, duh!"
I got up quickly and headed off to the bedroom to look for it. When I came back, he was completely naked.
"I like seeing you without clothes on. What are you going to do?"
"Can I just lay back and let you....stick it in me?"
"Wow, okay." I said. "Wait, let me get some towels."
I went to the bathroom and grabbed two big towels from the shelf. After the towels were laid out, Oscar lay on his back. He poured lube into his hand and rubbed it over the vibrator. Then he used his middle finger to lube his hole. His balls hung low just over his taint. His dick was still flaccid and rested above his balls with the tip of head barely showing under the skin. With his legs half bent and knees out, he pushed it into his hole.
"What does it feel like?" I asked.
"It doesn't hurt. It feels sort of intrusive at first though."
He moved it in and out and I was impressed. It looked so easy--even when it was pushed two thirds in. Then he put his hands behind his head.
"Will you take over?"
"Sure."
His dick wasn't to full attention. It lay on his pubes with his foreskin covering his head.
"Turn it on."
"Okay, here goes..."
I twisted the end of it and it hummed loudly.
"Ohhhh fuck. It's so weird. It tickles and feels good!"
I started moving it in and out as he had done. I put my hand on his penis.
"Wow, now you're hard as rock!"
"Ease off with the hand bro. I'm afraid I might blow fast."
I pushed the vibrator all the way to within one inch. Now he had almost the equivalent length of my penis inside him.
"Ahhhh," he moaned. "No wonder the chicks dig these things."
"You sure look like you're getting off on it," I joked.
He jacked off slowly as I pushed it in and out.
"Try it deeper!"
"Dude, it's already almost all the way!"
"No fuckin' way!" he grunted.
I needed to jack off too, so I unzipped my jeans and pulled it out. Seeing him getting off on the small dildo turned me on.
"Aaron," he sighed.
Our eyes locked as worked it in and in and out.
"Fuck me."
I gulped loudly.
"Are you sure bro?"
"Do it!"
I furiously ripped off all my clothes as fast as possible. He moved to roll over.
"Don't. I mean stay like you were."
He lay on his back again. I squatted between his legs and let him drape a leg on each of my shoulders. I grabbed the lube and slathered it all over my dick. He let go of the vibrator and let it slide out on its own. I turned it off moved it away. Next, I rubbed my middle finger over his slicked-up hole. I pressed my finger inside just a little bit. When he didn't protest, I pushed it in all the way.
"DO IT MAN. I might not have the juevos to do it later."
I nodded. With my hand shaking, I held my dick up and pressed it into his hole. Inexperienced, I pushed it almost halfway inside with one push.
"UGGGGGGGH GODDAMMIT," he croaked.
I tried to pull out but he grabbed my arm.
"Don't go. Just hold it a minute there. Don't move until I tell you!"
"Fuck," I said. "You're eyes are watering man. We shouldn't do it."
"I'm not a pussy," he croaked.
Then he laughed with a choking sound.
"Don't you fucking make any remarks about that."
After he rested for a minute, he pulled me to him. I leaned forward keeping his legs on my shoulders. He struggled to lift his head up and we kissed.
"Okay, fuck me."
Slowly, I moved and out. I sighed loudly. With his ass wrapped around my foreskin covered cock, it was really intense.
"You're really tight buddy. This feels so fucking good."
I pushed all the way in and then moved out but stopped before my head came out. In and out, long and slow strokes. His forehead was sweating.
"What's it like?" I gasped.
"Feels like a truck drove in my ass. Can you lube up some more?"
"My dick ain't big!"
"Tell that to my asshole. Lube it up!"
I slide out halfway and I squirted the KY on my rod and then slid it all the way in. I stayed all the way inside him and leaned all the way on top of him. I kissed his neck and lightly sucked on his Adam's apple. He moaned loudly. I licked my way up to his ear and sucked it completely in my mouth. Letting the earlobe go free again, I wiggled my wet tongue inside his ear and he continued to moan.
"You feel good on top of me. Fuck you're so sexy, Aaron."
We kissed hard like animals. My hips humped and my dick pumped. I couldn't stop now for anything. I felt the lube drying up again, so I lifted up so I could see my dick going in and out. I spat downward and let a huge glob of spit land on my dick as I pushed in deep again.
While the pace of our fuck quickened, I fucked harder. I put my fist around his penis where the foreskin still covered his head. A huge pool of pre-cum sat in the rim of his skin. I pulled the foreskin down and let a rope of spit drool from my mouth over his shiny head. I let go as he really loud. I feared if he came now, it would be instantly over and I wouldn't get to cum inside him. The suction was so different and my dick was being milked perfectly. I massaged his chest and used my thumbs to tweak his big nipples.
"You're the hottest man on the planet!" he cooed.
I told him my thoughts aloud.
"It feels way better than a girl inside!"
His sexy smile made me feel hot all over. As I rode him, he moved one leg down beside me. The other one remained with the its foot on my shoulder. I grabbed his foot and shoved as many toes would fit in my mouth. He started jacking his dick. I pulled his leg against me and humped faster.
"Does it still hurt?" I gasped.
"Who gives a shit anymore. I'm gonna come any minute!" He mumbled.
He jacked faster. I slapped his hand away and took over. I gripped his cock hard around the top and worked the head. The skin rode up and down making a flapping sound. His eyes squinted shut and he grabbed the towels in his fists on either side of him.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"
I jacked him furiously and cum squirted into the air in a high arc over his head. My own sperm squirted out hard inside of him. I felt my penis twitching as I collapsed on top of him. I felt the remainder of his cum squirting on my stomach. My orgasm seemed to last forever. When it was over, I lay there with my eyes closed until I came to.
We were both out of breath. We smelled of ass, cum, sweat, and armpit funk. I struggled to get up. My half hard dick slid out of him and I fell on my back next to him. He rolled over on his side and put his hand on my chest. I pressed my nose in his sweaty, curly hair.
"You okay?" I asked.
"That was so intense man. Good grief."
He sniffed loudly.
"We stink."
"Yeah," I said. "But I like it."
"Dude, you're so nasty."
We stood up dizzily and I helped pull him up.
"Let's go wash up."
He followed me to our bathroom where we quickly showered. I wasn't sure if I regretted this yet. We dried off without saying much. The two of us walked back to find our clothes.
"Dude!" I gasped.
"What?" he said startled."
I grabbed one of the towels from the floor and pressed it into his crack.
"You're leaking man!"
"I'm bleeding?" he panicked.
"No, you got my jizz dripping down your leg."
"Shit," he grumbled.
"Go sit on the pot. I'll bring your clothes."
He went to the bathroom. I took him his clothes and watched him. I chuckled as I heard him farting my cum out.
"Shut up man."
He rolled up some toilet paper and then pressed it into his crack before he pulled up his boxers. He finished dressing, so I handed him his sneakers.
"It ain't funny!" he said.
I tried to put my arms around him and he pushed me away.
"Come on, come on," I said.
I kissed him on his neck and chilled. He moved and looked at himself in the mirror.
"You better not have given me a hickie dude."
"I'm not an asshole man. Please."
"I gotta run." He said.
I followed him to the door. I thought he was still mad. Yet at the door, he turned around and grabbed my crotch.
"That was hot as fuck. But next time, bro... I'm fucking YOU!"
He quickly walked out the door. I watched his car back out into the street and smiled. I sat there in an afterglow. I felt really good. Sitting on the couch, I yawned and stretched out my legs. My dick hardened again thinking about our fabulous first fuck.
Then my eyes opened wide. Ana's car pulled into the driveway. She wasn't due home for another three hours! I ran to the bathroom to make sure nothing looked suspicious. All the towels were in the hamper. Then I plopped myself on the couch again and turned the TV to look like I'd been sitting there on my ass after Oscar left.
"Hey, you there?" she called.
I heard her behind me and stood up.
"You okay babe?" I asked.
"Our systems went down with no ETA. No one could do anything and finally the boss called and said to let everyone go home. Plus, I have a bad headache."
"Get comfortable babe and come lay down in here. We can put it on the Hallmark channel if you want."
She smiled.
"Thanks, I love you!"
I smiled and then felt my foot bump something. I looked down and next to the couch was the vibrator and its box! I kicked it under the couch until she was gone out of sight. When she had gone to the bedroom, I shoved it in the box and put the box in my pants. I hurried to my computer desk and hid it down in the bottom of a drawer. My heart beat fast.
A few minutes later, I was sitting on the couch with her head on my lap as I rubbed her head. All I could think about was fucking Oscar. That really didn't bother me. I was more freaked out about how close we came to being busted. We'd have to be more careful. Next time when it was my turn to get fucked!
To be continued.