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Fifty Percent Straight PT 4

Fifty Percent Straight Pt 4

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(Adult Friends)

Fucking Oscar was an incredible and liberating experience.  As far as I was concerned, it helped release sexual tension on my side.  Hanging out later on was just like old times "before the kiss".  I thought we were going back to normal.  I still was attracted to him, but I wasn't conspiring constantly to find a way for us to have sex.  The next time I saw him was without my wife, but we were not alone.

Oscar invited both friends and family to his Superbowl Sunday party at the end of the football season.  Jessica's older brothers, Carlos and Victor, were there.  I'd met them a few times before at Ana's family events.  They were both very macho and loud.  At the party there were a bunch of couples that I didn't know along with various friends and cousins of Oscar.  I tried to get away from crowd and found Oscar in the kitchen.  He walked me around and introduced me to people I didn't know.  Ana had stayed at home.  She wasn't feeling good.  I wasn't going to argue with her about not wanting to go--she hated football. 

First, I met one of his coworkers named Shane.  He was a very handsome guy.  He had on a tight shirt with muscular upper arms and chest.  He seemed "straight" until I heard him talk.  He shook my hand and asked me which team I was on. 

"Pardon me?" I asked.

I wasn't sure I heard him correctly.  He repeated.

"I said which team are you rooting for?"

He looked at me and smiled as I spoke.  I told him I my pick and then we started talking about both teams' records.  When talking to him, Victor walked by and raised an eyebrow.  I felt uncomfortable like I was being judged for talking to the gay guy.  Given my own recent discovery about myself, I was going to treat him badly.  I kept on chatting with him until I decided to get something to eat.

There was a flat screen propped up in the kitchen and the large one was in the living room.  The two crowds were an equal mix of men and their wives.   A few others stayed in the kitchen talking.  Two bar stools were brought into the space small dining table between the bar and living room.  I grabbed one of the bar stools and Shane sat in the one next to me.  Both of loudly cheered or booed with the rest of group.  I noticed his shoulder leaning on me more and more.  Then he touched my back a few times and leaned in a lot closer whenever he tried to talk over the loud voices and TV.

Shane stood by me while I snacked and watch the game.  He was easy to talk to.  He had pretty hazel eyes.  Being naïve, I didn't realize immediately he was hitting on me.  Jess came around passing out boozy popsicles.  Shane took one.  I had been making an effort to stay off alcohol lately, so I just drank Dr. Pepper.  After a few cans, I had to drain the tank.  I went to the kitchen and tossed my can in the trash.   When I went around the corner, I bumped into Shane who was heading down the hall in the same direction.  We were both heading to the bathroom.  I moved so he could go in first.  He walked and turned to me.

"There's room for two.  We can both use toilet."

"I'm cool man.  I'll chill.  You go ahead."

With the door still open, he pulled out his dick and started pissing.  Meanwhile he moved the popsicle in and out of his mouth with his free hand.  In its flaccid state, his long dick had veins sticking out and the piss twisted out from a large piss hole.  This happened in a matter of seconds.   Funny, I didn't bother to turn away from him as he stood there pissing.  When I heard others nearby, I closed the door quickly to block the view. Then I walked down the hall to the master bedroom and used the bathroom there.  I knew Oscar wouldn't care.  For a few seconds I contemplated jacking off, but I feared Jessica or another family member interrupting me.  I was obviously excited over seeing Shane be so exhibitionistic.  So, after I pissed and flushed, I quickly headed back to the living room.  Passing the bathroom again, I saw it was empty now.  When I arrived in the kitchen again, Victor grabbed my upper arm.  I was so sure he was going to warn me about the "fag" or something crude.

"Hey man, a few of us are heading out back.  My brother brought some joints.  You game?"

I had only smoked pot a few times in my life.  I was game to try it again.  Back at home, I had a joint in my desk that I had been given before, but I was always saving it for when I really needed it.  So, I followed him outside to find Victor and a couple of other guys I didn't know standing with Carlos.  When Carlos noticed me, we nodded and came my way where we exchanged a fist-bump.  A few fat joints were being handed around a small circle of dudes. 

I always liked the smell of weed.  When it was my turn, I took a drag and held it.  I released it and passed it to another guy.  Victor stood closed to me and spoke lowly.

"I saw that queer dude bothering you.  I don't know why Oscar invited him...he gives me the creeps."

I shrugged as if I hadn't a clue.

"He seemed okay.  I didn't pay him any mind." I lied.

He shrugged and took another puff.  Nothing more was said about Shane.  Just then Carlos' wife came outside. 

"What the fuck?" she complained. "Seriously?"

"Busted!" I thought.  

I figured that our smoke session had come to a quick ending.  Carlos' wife had a reputation for being a hothead.  I was ready for all hell to break loose.

"Why didn't tell me you brought those?" she complained in a thick Spanish accent.  "Gimme some!"

She stood there and took a deep drag and let it go with satisfaction. 

"That half-time show sucks ass.  You're out here hoggin' the smokes." she complained.  "Babe, don't leave me out of the party next time."

Being less serious, she started laughing over it.

"Sure baby, never again."

They kissed deeply and then she took another drag.  Victor looked at me and rolled his eyes and shook his head.  I laughed.  I was already feeling the marijuana effects and I liked it.  I took many puffs over the next ten minutes.  I felt funky, so I decided to go back inside to the warm house.  Inside, felt slightly dizzy and sat on the bar stool again.  I didn't see Shane anywhere.  I figured he probably got bored and left. 

After the initial dizziness wore off, I felt more relaxed.  And hungry.  I went and grabbed another Styrofoam plate and filled it with some of all the food: meatballs, chips and dip, a hot dog, chocolate chip cookies, crackers with cheese, etc.  I found a glass mug in the cabinet and filled it to the top.  Not caring if anyone was watching me, I guzzled the remainder left in the 2 liter bottle.  I took my food and drink back to the bar.  I watched the game but wasn't really watching it.  I thought about a good song I heard playing on the stereo in the kitchen.  I looked at the football players on TV and noticed they had nice butts.  Like a perv, I looked down Jessica's top when she bent over to pick up food someone had dropped on her carpet.  I farted once and laughed by myself.  I had never noticed where Oscar was or what he was doing until guys were moving out of the room. With the couch now half empty, I moved there to sit more comfortably.  By the time the game was over, I had zoned out.

"Say buddy, you okay?" he laughed.

It was Oscar.  He had squatted in front of me and pulled the plate from my lap.

"Shit man, I saw you load this plate up more than once, bro. Where did you put it all?  I've never seen you eat so much!"

"Yeah, I dunno man."

He looked to see who was around and sat next to me.  He sniffed the shoulder of my hoodie.  He laughed.

"Say dude, are you stoned?  Oh shit, you reek of weed!"

He smiled big and I looked into those sexy brown eyes.

"No way man," I said with a mumble.

"Ha ha ha ha! You are stoned.  I can't believe it.  You never do anything like this!"

Victor walked by and chuckled.  Oscar looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"I'm not responsible, Ozzie," Victor said.  "My bro brought that shit.  Dude, he looked fuuuucked!"

Victor cracked up.  Carlos called Victor's name from somewhere.  Victor patted me on the back and chuckled.  Then he walked out of the front door and Carlos and his wife.  I heard people in the other room behind me talking.

"Are you going to be able to drive home man?" Oscar asked.

I wanted to kiss him right there.  I felt really horny.  I stood up and he pulled me to sit down back down on the couch.

"Dude, you  got a massive woody sticking out!  You stay put until everyone leaves--you hear me?"

Jessica walked up acting concerned, he whispered to her and she grinned.  I heard the word `stoned'. 

"Relax Aaron.  Why don't you pull of your shoes and take a nap?" she offered. 

"Okay," I said.

I watched her butt as she picked up paper plates and Dixie cups around the living room.  After she left, I heard the last of their friends leaving.  I still didn't know who'd won the game or anything.  I was in a mood to not give a shit about anything.  I was really mellow.  Oscar came into the room and knelt on one knee and started untying my shoes.  He looked over the other side of the couch as if watching to see if we were alone.  He pulled off my shoes and rubbed my sock covered feet. 

"Dude, you're so hot when you're stoned!" he whispered. 

My dick, which had softened, grew again in my sweats.

"Put your feet up chief.  Jessica's in there calling the wife."

I put my feet up on the couch and closed my eyes.  I didn't really sleep immediately.  I lay there staring at the TV, the ceiling, and then I finally closed my eyes.  I felt great.  I felt hungry.  I'm unsure of how much time passed, but I got up later and walked into the kitchen to look for more food.  Nothing had been put up yet.  I grabbed an opened bag of Doritos and a can of Sprite from a cooler.  I went to the couch and got extremely engrossed in the after-game analysis and banter.  I chomped and chomped.  Oscar came around again.

"You up again.  Still out of it huh?"

"I'm good," I said.

He sat down next to me.

"You were just talking out loud to the TV!" he laughed.  "You dork!"

I ate more Doritos.

"I got a video you my camera.  You're gonna crack up later or be really pissed!"

"That's okay buddy!" I said.

I rested my hand on his right thigh.  He was in shorts and I loved the feeling of his hairy legs.  He moved my hand off, but held my hand for a several seconds.  My phone rang.  I dug it out of my pants pocket. 

"I can't believe you got stoned!" Ana said sternly. 

She spoke Spanish after that.  

"I'm sorry babe.  I'm okay though."

"Put me on the phone with Oscar," she snapped.

"Hey girl!  Jessica should have known her bros would bring some pot.  Yeah, uh-uh.  I can drive him home.  I'd ask Jess to follow us and take me home, but she's a bit tipsy.  Yeah, okay."

He handed the phone back to me.

"I'll drive you home bro.  She'll run you over to pick up your car in the morning."

We got up and I followed him to his car.  I sat in the seat and shivered.

"Fuck, it's cold!" I groaned.

"Don't be a pussy, man.  It'll warm up when I get going."

We drove out of his neighborhood and the sky was orange and red.  The sun was already setting and the western sky was ablaze. 

"That's so beautiful!" I told him.

"Yeah, it's bad ass."

I put my hand on his leg again.  I laughed because he was wearing a big jacket, but had on shorts and tennis shoes below the coat.

"I want to suck your dick." I told him.

I felt bold and honest.

"Oh yeah?  You haven't offered before."

"I know man, and I'm so sorry."

"Sounds nice man, but I can't pull over around here and put your head in my lap.  See, we just passed a cop!"

"Damn," I said.

He laughed again.

"You're so goofy like this," he said.  "And sexy."

"Thanks buddy."

I smiled and sighed. 

"What do like about me?  I mean...my body.  You don't think I'm just a little ugly?" I said.

"You're so stupid.  Everywhere we go, YOU get all the looks.  Chicks always look at you but you don't notice do you?" He told me.

"Seriously?" I asked.

I was actually surprised.  I though at least I was extremely average looking.

"You stay in shape.  You don't have a spare tire growing like me.  You're fucking handsome, dude.  You're not balding in the back like me."

"Shut up, shut up.  You're really cute too.  That's why I fucked you're perfect ass."

I pulled off his cap and ran my fingers through his hair.  We'd just pulled up to a red light and an old man was staring at us from the car on our left. 

"Geesh man.  You're so touchy-feely today," he laughed.

"Who cares.  Gay guys are everywhere now.  Grandpa over there must have seen a couple of guys messing around before!"

I reached over and kissed Oscar on the side of his face.  The old man's face looked disgusted.  The light changed and the old man turned left.  Oscar drove faster now through my neighborhood.  I'd made him uncomfortable. 

"I'm sorry," I said.

I was tired now. And still hungry.  Neither of us spoke until he drove up into the driveway.  I got out and then bent over to look back at him through the open door.

"Don't speed home," I said.  "Talk to you later Ozzie."

He smiled uneasily and I closed the door.  I walked into the house and found Ana watching TV.  She told me she felt good after sleeping all day.  I felt unbelievably horny.  She was wearing one of my shirts--very sexy to me.  I felt horny and ran my hand up her leg under the shirt to find no panties.  My dick went boing!  She didn't object.  Needless to say, we spent the next hour fooling around and fucking.  Unbelievably so, I was hungry still after we were done.  I ate dinner and then I was done for the night.

- - -

Valentine's Day came and went...then so did Easter.  I saw Oscar several times, but only when the four of us had a date night and went to the movies or out to eat.  There was no sexual tension for me.  It seemed when my wife was with me, my other desires turned off.  Only when completely alone with Oscar did I feel horny to have sex with him.  Jack off fantasies still lingered, but Ana and me had more sex than usual.  In May, she told me that her period was late again.  We'd not been using any protection since the last time she got pregnant.  We were hoping for a successful pregnancy this time.  We thought it was no or never to try to have a kid--but we told no one of our plans.  After more waiting and two pregnancy tests, the doctor confirmed she was pregnant.  The expected due date was around Thanksgiving. 

We were careful with expectations this time.  The doctor scheduled several screenings to be done over the pregnancy.  Eventually, we relaxed and let nature take its course.  We kept busy working and prepping the house for the baby.  I moved the computer desk into the spare bedroom and we bought a new baby bed and changing table.  I started working overtime often to save up for the upcoming expenses.  To avoid burnout, I made time for fun when I could.  I often met up with Oscar at the over the summer in "safe" places like playing pool at a bar, trying out a local batting cage, and other stuff. 

There was no sex.  It was almost like we'd never fooled around.  Our sexual affair had waned off.  Yet one day he called on my way home from work to ask a favor.  His mom was going to sell her house and wanted him to come to pick up anything leftover that he wanted.  Now the house was mostly empty except for all of Oscar's dad's tools in the garage.

"My sisters already got everything they wanted already.  Whatever is left in the house they're gonna donate to the Salvation Army.  I told her I'd come get all the stuff I want and then have rest donated."

"Wow, that's cool."

"Yeah, but it's a lot of shit to go through.  Will you drive to Houston with me to pack it and haul it all back?"

As if he had to ask!

"I could really use a road trip--that would be fun.  When you gonna do it?"

I tried to sound laid back about it.

"The weekend after next.  Do you need to talk it over at home?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'll text you tonight and let you know if she's up for it."

Then he paused.

"Bro, I'm thinking it's a guys-only trip.  I can't see it going well with either of them trying to help out or interfere."

He paused.

"And well, we can spend a night together for the first time."

I swallowed hard.  He'd said that in a sexy way.

"Oh fuck. Yeah, okay.  I'll try to get permission," I joked.

My heart beat fast. 

"Cool dude.  I can't wait."

He hung up. 

- - -

I became tense after the call.  The opportunity to have an entire weekend with him alone--to do whatever we wanted!  I was anxious all over again.  I got random boners on the way home along with worries my wife was going to bitch about being left alone all weekend while us guys took off.  However, when I got home, I found she'd already gotten a call from Jessica (of course).  It was smart of Oscar to diffuse it through his wife first.  In the end, Ana was cool about it.

The wives decided they would spend the night at our place for "girl's night" sleepover while we were gone.  It was going to be a long week for me wondering if anything was going to happen between us again.  As I had said, our attraction had cooled down again to buddy level.

- - -

When the next Friday came, Oscar arrived at my house with Jessica after I got home from work.  I was tired from a long work day, but I was ready for the trip.  Houston is a four-hour drive from us, so when we left at 6:00pm, we expected to arrive at his mom's house just after midnight.  We drove out just before sunset.  The plan was to drive there and decide what he wanted to take home and then rent a U-Haul truck to haul it back.  I was going to follow him back in his car.

The heat of the day had dissipated after sundown, but it was still too humid to drive with the moon roof open.  Decked out in loose shorts and a wife-beater shirt, I felt very comfortable.  Oscar had on similar clothes.  It was hard to keep my hands to myself for the first two hours.   We talked about everything but sex as he drove.  Later, I gave in and casually slid my hand on his upper leg.  I slid my hand up under the shorts and felt his pubes.

"Free-ballin'?" I asked.  "I'm doing the same."

I moved my hand away slowly as if feeling him up had been an afterthought.  I didn't want to look desperate.  I pretended to scratch my face, but I sniffed my fingers!

"Yeah, gotta stay cool.  It will feel like a jungle where we're going.  I grew up there...but I've been away for so long I'm gonna hate stickiness."

"Now tell me why you moved away from home?"

"My sister Nina moved up here to live with a dude she was engaged to.  When I spent a spring break with her, I loved the freedom of doing what I wanted when I wanted.  After graduation, I wanted to move out my folks' house.  I was younger and stupid.  I moved in with her and slept on the couch.  I found a job and all was good until she broke up with the bastard and decided to move back home.  After I got my current job, I found me an apartment and lived there for a few years until I met Jess.  You know the rest.  If I hadn't moved out, I wouldn't have met Jess at all. 

He paused and looked over at me with his sexy lashes blinking.

"And I wouldn't have met you!"

He reached over and rubbed my stomach.  My dick was instantly hard from the simplest touch.

"I wonder if we hadn't met, would you have hooked up with another guy eventually?" I asked.

"I don't know dude.  We talked about it before, remember?  I can't say if any other scenario would have caused these desires to be tapped. I've always admired men in my own way."

He paused again and stared ahead.  I was going to ask more questions, but he spoke up.

"Hey, I gonna exit and get some gas and pass some gas.  I gotta 'release the payload.'"

He laughed at his pun.  I rolled my eyes.

- - -

After he filled the tank up, we headed inside to the large store that was part of the gas station.  It was full of food and had a gift shop.  We browsed through the aisles to find some snacks and something to drink.  I got my stuff and reached the counter first.  The guy at the counter was Latino.  I was surprised that he spoke to me only in Spanish.  I checked out and headed to the car and waited for Oscar.  A few minutes later he came out and unlocked the car.  He quickly pulled out to drive back to the highway.

"Dude, you didn't even notice those two cougars buying beer at the next register did you?  I watched them giggling to each other!"

I felt embarrassed.

"You really think so?" I said.

"When you're clueless about your looks, it makes you hotter."

I leaned over and kissed him on the side of his face.

"You take my breath away, man." I gasped. "You're really good looking too!"

"I'm average and you know it.  Spare me."

I really did think he was fucking gorgeous. 

"Your butt is way better than mine.  You have what they call a bubble butt!" I told him.

He smiled while keeping his eyes on the road.

"I'll show you later how hot you are when I get you alone tonight!" I said.

I reached over and felt up his crotch. I rubbed the head of his cock through his shorts.

"Fuck!  You're rock hard.  You goof." I teased.

He slapped my hand.

"Ouch, fucker!" I laughed.

"You'll make me crash!"

We turned on the CD player and jammed for the next hour or so.  When he got to Conroe, we used the restroom again and he accepted my offer to drive the rest of the way.

"Sorry man," He said.  "I normally stay up late on Fridays.  Why am I so tired?" 

He reclined his seat back.

"Just wake me when you see signs for the 610 freeway.  I'll tell you where to go from there."

"Okay," I replied.

I turned the music down really low so he could nap.  He eventually closed his eyes and didn't speak.

"You ready to be a daddy?" he asked.

"I thought you were sleeping."

"Just wondering man.  She's on the pill but I'm not ready for any kids yet.  We live paycheck to paycheck man.  I sometimes think I should still wear a rubber just in case.  There's no way I could support a baby and the house yet."

"You don't think your parents were ever in debt?   Your folks weren't rich." I told him.

"Yeah, I know."

I wondered what our friendship would be like after we had kids.  I wondered, "Would that be the stop to it all?"  Surely, it couldn't go on forever.  I figured eventually our secret fling would run its course and I'd be back to 100%.  Well, maybe still with 50% desires.

- - -

After we reached Houston, I woke him up so that he could tell me where to drive.  We drove on the freeway until we merged onto a road that seemed to go on forever.

"Shit man, wasn't there a better way? Damn." I complained. 

"Look man...it's a big city.  We're almost there.  Just a few miles and we turn left."

"Thank god."

We turned onto a street full of ranch style homes.  It was an old neighborhood, but looked really nice.  As we turned down the street of his old home, the houses got smaller in size. 

"Right there, turn here!"

The yard was lush with thick, green grass.  Two trees rose in the middle of the yard.  A gas light on a pole in the yard allowed odd shadows to form on the house.  After parking, I grabbed my backpack and we got out. The porch light was on and shined brightly into the yard.  In the middle of the yard, there was a gas light on a pole flickering. 

Next to the house was several rose bushes.  The strong fragrance of the flowers wafted past me as I stood behind him.  He unlocked the door and we walked in.  I closed the door behind us as he turned on a light switch.  Obviously, his mom had left the air conditioner on, but it wasn't on full blast. Either way ,it was a relief from the humidity outside.  He immediately froze after a few steps.

"I'm--wow.  I grew up here.  Now, it's all so empty.  When I opened the door, I almost expected to see my dad in his chair watching TV.  It even smells different."

I rubbed his shoulders for a moment while he took it all in.

"Thanks buddy," he said.  "Thanks for coming."

I gave him a quick man-hug and then he showed me the rest of the house.  His parents room was empty as was the bathroom.  His sisters' old room was totally bare too.  When we turned on the light of his old room, it looked like a teenagers room with all its old furniture still there.

"Still the same, but without the motorcycle and bikini girl posters!"  

"Why two beds?" I asked.

"We always had relatives over in the early days. Whomever didn't fit on the sofa got to sleep in here.  You were lucky to grow up in a big house with lots of room."

"Yeah, I guess," I responded.

On one of the twin beds sat two big boxes.  There was a note on one of them from his mother attached with scotch tape.   She put stuff in there she wanted him to take home with him. 

"Let's go through them now.  We've got all night to look in the garage.  Why don't you go turn the AC on a bit cooler?" I suggested.

He left to do so and I pulled off my shirt.  My back was sweaty.  When he got back, he sat on the bed next to me with the boxes in the floor in front of us.   The first box contained a bunch of stuff knickknacks of his dad's.  He quickly closed it.

"I'll finish going through this one at home.  Let's check the other one." He told me.

In the other box was his high school yearbooks, high school diploma, photo albums, and more. 

"Ha-ha! It's my baby album from when I was born."

I took the baby album and opened it out of curiosity.  He was looking through a photo album and was chuckling a lot.  He showed me funny photos and told me stories behind them.  Then I opened the baby album to look at it on my own as he looked through another album.  The first page had a card writing that someone had filled out in really nice calligraphy.  The album looked more like a scrapbook.  I read aloud, "And so Oscar Dorotheo Ramirez-Ochoa was born--it's a boy!"

When he saw it, he tried to grab the book from me.  I jerked it away.

"What? What?" I teased.

"Give it back dude!" he snapped.  

I jumped on the bed and he knocked me over and we both fell against wall barely missing falling to the carpet.  We wrestled as he tried to get the book back.  Finally, he got the best of me and I slid off the bed again.  He grabbed and pulled it away and shoved it in the box.

"Dorotheo??" I teased. 

I grabbed him and tried to kiss him.

"Kiss me, Dorothy!"

"Fuck you!"

I laughed until I was in tears and breathless.  He was fuming!"

"Oh my god, so that's why you never would tell me your middle name.  I tried to look in your wallet before but didn't find your license.  You wife won't even tell me!" I teased.

He sat with his arms crossed.

"Come one man, lighten up!"

He sat there pissed.  I thought it was cute...his old fashioned Spanish middle name.  To fix it, I got on the floor and grabbed his crotch before he could react.  I started rubbing his penis and he got hard instantly.

"You were really cute kid.  Cute even now!" I said.

His legs relaxed. 

"Lay back man.  I want to take care of YOU this time."

He lay back slowly giving me the evil eye.  I pulled at his shorts and he lifted up his butt. I slid the shorts off completely.  I pulled of his sneakers and rubbed his damp bare feet.  So smooth as always.  My nostrils flared as I leaned over to sniff his dank pubes.  It was a day's worth of sweat and man scent.  I stroked his balls and pressed my nose in the curly hairs.

"Ahhhh," he sighed.

I rubbed my nose in the sweaty pubes almost snorting his scents.

"You're so nasty...cochino!" He moaned.

I licked from his balls up the bottom side of his cock to the tip of his foreskin.   The head of his penis remained hidden while I licked his cock up and down like a lollipop.  Then I pulled down the generous skin and sniffed the muskiness around the rim of the head.  I pushed it into my mouth for the first time.

"Mind the teeth, man.  But don't stop."

I tried to cover my teeth with my lips. 

"There you go," He sighed.

I was sucking a dick for the first time and it was thrilling.  It felt huge in my mouth.  When I got down to the bottom, it triggered my gag reflex.

"Don't be a girl.  You can take it!" He teased. 

I pressed down again to the root and found I could barely breath through my nose.  With that done, I started sucking up and down.  I pushed the elastic of my shorts under my balls and aired the goods.

"Oh yeahhhh, fuck!" he cooed. 

I massaged his hairy thighs as I gave him a blow job.  I could smell his crotch more and it made my dizzy.  Still on his back, he reached down and ran his fingers through my hair.  I sucked slower as my jaws tired, but I wasn't going to stop until I tasted his cum.  I gripped my rock hard penis and jacked until I felt pre-cum generously flowing out from my foreskin.   He seemed to be in no rush to jizz, so I lifted off and jacked him off for a few minutes.  With me still kneeling, he placed his feet on my shoulders and that really turned me on.  I pulled one of the feet to my mouth and sucked his toes.  The other foot moved up and rested on my head.   I jacked with my free hand.  I nearly shot my load when he pressed both feet onto my face.  I let go of my dick and rubbed my face all over his feet.  I grabbed his dick and jacked him again.

"I wanna cum.  Suck me!" he groaned.

I let went down on his cock again and sucked and jacked him at the same time.  He rested his legs past my shoulders putting his feet together.  He held onto my head with one hand gripped in my hair and and the other on my chin.  He humped upward to fuck my mouth fast.  When his legs tightened around my neck, I knew it was coming.  His delicious cum squirted out hitting the roof of my mouth.  I didn't move or swallow until he was spent.  After he stopped moving, I swallowed his cum with a loud gulp.  His legs went limp and his dick slightly softened.  I let it fall from my mouth. 

"Come here.  Come up here." He said softly.

We got completely naked and lay back on the small twin bed.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Shit man. Yeah."

He rolled over on top of me and we kissed slowly and with a lot of tongue.  I liked him on top of me holding my hands down.  I was so horny, but really tired.  His stomach growled loudly.

"I'm hungry now!" He said.  "Want me to order us a pizza?  I still have the local Pizza Hut on my phone."

"Sure man," I told him.  I dug in his shorts pocket. 

"This is a nice phone.   I wish I could afford it." I said.

"I won it at work in a sales contest remember?" He reminded me.

I handed him the phone as he walked to the bathroom.  I heard him ordering the pizza while he took a piss.  I heard the toilet flush and he came back.

"It'll be 35-45 minutes."

"Okay," I said.  "Can I see your phone?"

"You wanna watch porn?  I told you I would return the favor."  He joked.

"No dork.  I just want to see it.  Maybe I can buy a used one like it on eBay.  I've never used an iPhone."

We sat there naked and quiet as I checked out the internet on the phone.

"This is so nice."

"I want to show you something," he said.  "Hand it to me."

I gave it back and he used his thumbs to navigate on the phone.

"You know, if I find cool porn, I copy the link and send it to myself from my own email.  That way I always have it.  I save photos too.  I save stuff to the phone and then I emailed it to me.  Then I delete the original.  Let me show you something I have saved in my email.  Don't get mad either."

He handed the phone back to me.  It was a photo of me naked on my couch.  I was sitting at an angle watching TV.  I had my right foot on the couch and my other hanging toward the carpet.  I was leaning on the right leg with my right elbow propping up my head. The other hand rested on thigh of the same leg.  My penis was half hard and was leaning against the propped-up leg.   You could see only the head.  I had a despondent expression on my face.

"What is this?" I asked.

I wasn't mad, but I wondered how and when the photo was taken.  His face blushed deeply in embarrassment.  He looked at his feet when he talked.

"Remember the barbecue at your place--when Jess tripped over that plant and then hit Victor with the flying beer can?"

"Yeah."

"After we got home, I realized I didn't have my phone with me.  I left it on your patio table.  I told her I was going to drive back and look for it.   Well, I drove over and your place looked all dark like you'd gone to bed.  When I went to the backyard, I found my phone.  But before I got in the car, I saw a gap in the curtain and could barely see you.  I walked up and saw you naked through the window.  The TV was flickering that light over you in the buff.  I snapped this pic and then I hauled ass out of there."

I was really surprised about his confession.

"Ozzie, wait...that Sunday barbecue was BEFORE I kissed you.  Shit.  You were stalking me too?"

"I know.  I didn't want to tell you before.  Of course, I had seen naked guys before in the locker room.  I told you about watching my cousin fucking that girl.  But that photo right there....it took my breath away.  I mean, look at it:  it's like an artist took it and called it, "naked man resting" or somethin'.   I was kind of mesmerized by it.  I couldn't stop looking it."

"You're saying my photo bewitched you?" I joked.

"I'm serious about this.  And then after we kissed, I must have masturbated to it like a hundred times."

The doorbell rang.

"Oh fuck.  Where's my goddamn shorts?"

He finally found them and pulled them up while running to the front door.  He came back after a couple of minutes with a large pizza and a bottle of Pepsi.

"Sorry, they didn't have Coke or Dr. Pepper."

"I don't care," I said.

He pushed his shorts down to his feet and kicked them off.  We ate quietly.  We were really hungry.   I enjoyed watching him eat naked.  His flaccid penis was as sexy as when it was hard.  I thought about how is cum tasted.  I could still smell his crotch around my nose.

"You got a boner," He said.

I looked down.  I was half hard.  I laughed and shrugged.

"Yeah, so?"

- - -

After we ate, we went out to the garage and looked around.  One wall was almost entirely covered in pegboard with all kinds of tools on hooks.  I had no idea what most of these old-school tools were used for. There were clamps, levels, brushes, etc. There was a long bench with a vice.  A small island next to that had a saw mounted to it.  There were two metal tool cabinets with dozens of drawers.  There were three car jacks in the corner.  There was a chainsaw, drills, a sander, etc.   It was like a hardware store.

"Shit, your mom could have sold this stuff and made a lot of cash.  Do you even know what all this stuff is used for?"

He smiled.

"This is my dad's world.  All of it.  I'm so honored to inherit this stuff.  I don't know what it's all used for, but I'll figure it out.  I'm gonna enjoy having a part of him with me."

"I don't think we'll be able to fit all this stuff in a small truck."

"Then we'll rent a bigger truck.  I'll cover the extra, buddy."

"No man," He said.  "I can't ask you to do that."

I bumped my bare chest to his.

"Who's asking?" I teased.

He moved away and pulled a small radio from the wall and unplugged it.  My eyes stared directly at his perfect ass.

"Let's hit the sack and get up before it gets hot.  We're gonna need the rest." he said.

"Yeah, okay." I said.

I was kind of disappointed.  I thought we were going to fool around all night.  I had secretly brought his vibrator that I had been keeping hidden at home in the garage. I even brought a bottle of lube.  I wanted to fuck him again so bad.  Every time he turned around and that round butt faced me, I wanted to bury my face and or dick in it.  I followed him back into the house and to the bedroom.  Once there, he plugged in the radio in the bedroom and then I suggested that we go to the bathroom to shower.

"Mom really cleaned out the bathrooms. They're spotless and empty."

"I brought my gym backpack.  I got stuff." I told him.

I pulled out the smaller bag from the backpack containing shower stuff.  We playfully soaped each other up and rinsed off.  I was totally aroused and wanted to have sex again.  We used my single towel to dry each other off.  When we got back to the bedroom, it was his idea to push both beds together from the walls.  He turned off the light and we snuggled together with the radio playing low.  While spooning him, I pressed my nose into his freshly shampooed hair.

"You're hair smells good."

"I like laying here together," he said.  "It feels good with your body against me naked."

I pulled him tighter. 

"I know."

The radio play 70's tunes in the background.  I laid my arm around him and rubbed his chest.  I felt tired as I kissed his warm neck.  I drifted off to sleep happily.

- - -

I woke up to him grabbing my butt.

"Hey sexy.  Wake up.  Let's go rent the truck."

"Oh fuck, I'm so sleepy," I sighed. "What time is it?"

I yawned.

"It's time to get your ass out of bed.  Come on, man."

I got up and walked to the bathroom to take my morning piss.  Afterward, I splashed my face with cool water.  After getting dressed, I found he was waiting for me in the hall.  He was unfolding a piece of paper.

"I looked up the place on the internet a few nights ago and printed this map."

"Good," I yawned.

Once were in the car and on the road again, we drove for about 10 minutes.  We were still technically in Houston, but the area we were in was a mix of stores and ugly industrial buildings.  The further we drove, I was sure we were lost.  The land was flat everywhere.  Long ditches lined the roads and they were full of tall, ugly weeds.  We passed gas stations, run-down shopping strips, and warehouses.  Many shops had signs in Spanish.  There were no houses or apartments around.  Just after we passed "La Michoacana meat market " and "El Rancho Supermercado," we saw the U-Haul sign.  I stayed in the car while he rented the truck.  I fell asleep again until he opened my door and startled me.

"Wake your ass up dude!"

"Yeah Yeah." I sighed.

I walked around to the driver's seat and got in.  From there, I followed Oscar's rental truck back to his mom's house.  I helped guide him in backing up into the driveway.  Once parked, we pulled out the long ramp from the back of the truck.  I was already drenched in sweat.  For the next hour, we moved stuff up into the truck.  The hardest part was pushing the tool boxes on wheels up into the truck--they were heavy as fuck. 

His mom had left several empty boxes for packing and we used every one of them.  Then it took us forever to unscrew and unmount the pegboards on the wall.  After we'd packed all the garage stuff, we were sweaty, tired, and hungry.  He wanted to check out the attic to see if anything was left up there, so I drove to get us some burgers for a late lunch.  After we ate, we took the small island in the garage apart and packed it in the truck.  All that was left was to cram in anything extra like the beds and small pieces of furniture.

"Fuck, this weather is nasty," I complained.

"This is Houston, bro."

"You can have it.  Geesh."

I picked up my shirt and wiped all the sweat from my face and upper body.  My shorts were dank and clingy.  I took a couple of wooden chairs up the ramp.  Out of view from the neighbors and inside the truck, I pulled down the shorts for a minute and aired my goods. 

"You pervert," he teased.

"Shit, you're tongue's hanging out watching me."

"You're right," he said and smiled.

Throughout the afternoon, big clouds blocked the sun and a few drops of rain sprinkled and the sun would come out again (each time making it steamier than before).  I was done with Houston already.  After we were completely done, he closed the back door and locked it.  Then thunder rumbled in the distance.

"Seriously, is it really gonna rain this time?" I asked.

After the garage was closed up, we got into his car drove off to find dinner.  He took me to a small Mexican restaurant that he'd been bragging about before the trip.  It was a comfortable hole in the wall kind of place.  Just as we stepped inside, rain started to pour.  Thunder boomed loudly and it was dark as night outside.  We seated ourselves.  The waiter came over to us and spoke immediately in Spanish.  I couldn't catch all of it.  Oscar replied to him and then the waiter looked to me and spoke.  Oscar ordered quickly a Dr. Pepper for me and the guy walked off.

"Why does everyone assume I speak Spanish too?" I asked.

"You look less gringo when you're with me.  I look Mexican, so they assume you are too.  You should be prouder of your Mexican heritage, dude."

The waiter returned with two tall glasses of Dr. Pepper.  He was older than us.  His voice was deep, but his mannerisms seemed effeminate. 

"Do you want to look at the menu?" Oscar asked me.

I spent a long time looking at the menu.  I was starving, but there were so many different combinations of stuff to read through.  Oscar reached over and pinched my nipples through my tight shirt.

"Stop it, dumbass!" I told him and laughed.

"Your bod is so hot!" He whispered. 

I looked up and saw the waiter briefly wink at us.  I was embarrassed because he had seen Oscar grab my nips.  The waiter was was handsome, but a bit rough around the edges.  Wearing tennis shoes, I slipped them off under the table.  I put my feet on Oscar's sandals-covered feet.  Then he put his hand on my knee.  He wasn't aware of the waiter watching us.

"You horny?" he asked.

"Hell yeah!" I said.

He surprised me by reaching for my other hand with his free one.  It was a bold thing for him to do.

"Me too!" he said playfully.

The waiter now had his back to us as he handed our order to a man in a small window.  The guy from the back pushed tray forward and the waiter came back to us with chips and salsa smiling.  The waiter spoke only in Spanish again and then he was gone again.

"You look good with all that scruff.  You ever think of growing a beard?" I asked.

"Sometimes.  I'm not sure what Jess would say about it."

"Do it anyway.  It's your face.  I wouldn't shave my goatee if Ana wanted me to.  Besides, I hate shaving.  The less space on my face I have to shave, the better."

We enjoyed dinner.  I had chicken enchiladas with tomatillo sauce.  The plate came with a side of rice and frijoles.  We ate silently, but looked up at each other exchanging sexual looks.  I had a boner the entire time as we ate.  Later and after our plates were completely empty, the waiter brought the ticket and I quickly tried to hand him my credit card. 

"Dude, you can't pay for everything, man." Oscar said.

I understood pride and wanting to prove yourself, so I let him pay.  After the bill was paid, Oscar handed me the keys so I could head to the car while he went to the restroom.  Now the waiter was outside smoking a cigarette.  The restaurant was empty now.  Outside, the rain had stopped and was just a light sprinkling.  Oscar finally came outside and the waiter said something to him.  Oscar's face blushed deeply.  He nodded and then quickly walked to the car. 

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He said `you and your boyfriend are both so handsome'!"

"No shit?" I said.

In view of the waiter, I grabbed Oscar and kissed him on the mouth.  The waiter gave us a thumbs up and Oscar drove away quickly.

- - -

It started raining a lot again after we got back to the house.  After we got inside, we separated and called our wives.  I'd texted Ana upon our arrival, but I hadn't called her yet.  She told me all the rain we were having was a result of a hurricane off the coast--but it wasn't heading our way.  I took off my shirt, shoes, and shorts while holding the phone with my shoulder.  I heard Oscar in the other room talking to Jessica.   When I went to the bathroom, he was rinsing his shorts. 

"You don't have to do that.  I brought some extra clothes in the backpack." 

We got in the shower and soaped one another up.  He took the shower head off the holder and rinsed my ass and balls from behind.

"Fuck, that feels really good!" I said.

"That's why I did it."

"Get you one at home and you'll see Ana's showers get longer!" He joked.

He moved it away and I moved his hand back.  The water felt so good spraying upward against my hole, taint, and ball sac.  He got out of the shower and took a piss at the toilet.  I stayed in the shower and stood there relaxing under the warm water.  I admired the macho way he posed as he pissed.  He dried off and left.  After I dried off, I walked down the hall to his bedroom and found him there standing next to the beds with the vibrator in his hand. 

"Were you just returning this to me--or were you expecting to fuck me?" he said with a devilish look on his face.

"Umm, I dunno." I stammered.

He put it down on the bed and walked up to me and we kissed.  He moved to stand behind me and put his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.

"Lay down on your stomach," he whispered.

He spread my cheeks and started licking up and down my crack.  I gasped--I'd never been rimmed before.  He flicked his tongue like he was eating pussy.

"Oh shit!" I said.  "This feels so fucking great."

I lay there with my eyes closed enjoying the pleasure of his mouth on my asshole.  He placed his lips on my pucker and sucked it.  My dick pressed into the mattress and I moaned.  I relaxed as he continued to munch on my hole.  Then my eyes popped open when I heard the vibrator buzzing. I tried to lift up, but he held me down.

"Don't freak.  Just try it out."

He'd found the lube already too.  I felt it being squirted into my crack.  When the tip of the vibrator was pressed in my hole just a little, it felt good.  It tickled my freshly licked hole.  More lube was squirted and he pushed it inside more.  I was going to protest, but squirted more lube out.  It wouldn't be fair to tell him no.  Slowly he pushed it in further and left it there.

"Lift up!"

I did as he said and was on my hands and knees.  He pulled my dick downward and jacked it softly while he moved the vibrator in and out.  He still hadn't pushed it in all the way, but I felt him gently twisting it inside me.  It felt like it didn't belong there.  There was some discomfort mixed with pleasure.  Being jacked by another hand than my own was a distraction from the object being pushed deeper inside of me.  I heard the squishing sound of the lube bottle again and the vibrator was removed.  Then I felt a new invasion.  He pushed his penis inside of me!

"FUCK OZZIE," I shouted.

"It's only an inch.  Try to lay down then."

I lay on my stomach and when he tried it again, it hurt worse.

"I don't think I can do it."

"You wanna call it a night?" he asked.

I heard the disappointment in his voice.  I turned sideways and looked into those hungry eyes.

"Maybe we can try it some other way?" 

He got off me stood and up on the carpet.

"I'm really sorry.  I fucked it up.  Literally." He apologized.

I rolled on my side facing him and rubbed his chest.

"What if I get on top?"

"No man, never mind."

Now he sounded offended.  I grabbed the lube bottle and used my fingers to self-lube.  After convincing him to lay on his back, I moved next to him and rubbed his soft dick.  He didn't react right away.  Eventually, he grew hard again but acted weird.  I poured the lube all over his dick and stood up over him.  Carefully, I lowered to my knees and straddled his waist.  I pressed his cock against my crack and slid back and forth on it with it laying flat under me.  Then I bit down, and slowly lowered onto his dick by pushing my butt backwards.   I lowered all the way onto it until it was totally inside me. The initial pain took my breath away for a minute.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Shhhh. Shut up."

I leaned forward and grabbed his chest.  I sat there letting my ass get used to it.  His dick was just barely bigger than mine, but it felt like a baseball bat was shoved up my hole. 

"It feels so warm and tight!" he told me. 

He offered his hands to help me balance.  I lifted just enough to almost come off his dick and then I sat down again.  Up and down, I rode his dick in slow strokes.  The pain didn't fade away, but the stimulation triggered an erection and my dick pointed to the ceiling. 

"I can't describe how damn hot you look right now sitting on my stick.  You're tighter than any girl I ever fucked."

"Good!" I grunted.

I rode his ass slightly faster.  He lay there with his eyes closed sighing.  My back, already tired, started to ache.  I played with his tits as I got used to squatting that way.

"Can we move on our sides?" I asked him.

When his slippery dick flopped out, my ass clenched tightly.  I rubbed it with my middle finger and soothed it.  I lay on my left side and he rolled over to face me.  He lifted my right leg and slowly moved further in and pushed his dick inside me.  Holding one leg in the air like that, it allowed me to spread and not feel the discomfort I felt laying on my back or doggy style.   He pulled me to kiss with his other arm that was under me now.  While he slow-fucked me, I only thought about being next to him naked in the most intimate way possible. 

"Shit Aaron, your butt feels so tight.  I love this."

I groaned as he licked all over my Adam's apple and play-bit me.   He fucked faster.  I was jacking off at the same time.  We made out with animal-like passion.  We paused to take breath and he stood up again and pulled me to the edge of the bed by my feet.  Laying on my side again in a fetal position, he fucked me faster.  Then he plopped one foot up on the bed and shoved it in my face while continuing the fuck.  The combination of jacking off and the pumping pressure in my ass started to feel really good.  It was like his dick was pressing against something connected to my dick--not necessarily literally but it felt like it.  When he pushed his toes against my mouth, I grabbed his foot and sucked all the toes in my mouth at once.  He was moaning so loud I wondered if the neighbors could hear it.  The pain wasn't gone, but when he pushed all the way in on each down stroke, he pressed against something inside me that felt good. The combination of pain and pleasure was both conflicting and satisfying.   didn't know what to make of these new sensations.

"Suck my toes man.  Lick between the toes you nasty fuck."

He fucked hard now like a piston.  He grabbed my dick from me and jacked it hard and tight.  He fucked short humps making his balls slap hard.  My foot was up on his shoulder while his foot was on my face.  I sucked his toes hard.  I was on another plane and all simultaneous sensations triggered my orgasm.  I shouted out and he fucked harder.  I felt my cum splattering warm spurts all over me as he took over jacking my cock.

His foot dropped to the bed and he held tightly on my leg and his eyes rolled backward in his head.  With his mouth open he gasped and started cumming.  When he finally stopped moving his hips, he had a crazed and dazed look in his eyes.  We were covered with sweat and cum.  I moved my leg free and it fell on the bed.  He collapsed on top of me with his face between my pecs. 

"Holy fucking Jesus," he mumbled.  "Oh shit!" he giggled.

"You said it, brother," I sighed.

I lay there with my eyes closed.  The sweat on my body now felt chilly after the AC turned on again.

"You okay?" I asked. 

His breathing slowed down, and he just sighed instead of answering me.  He rearranged his body and lay on his back with his head on a pillow.  I moved up and we snuggled.  We just lay in each other's arms while thunder rumbled outside.  The comforting sound of rain on the roof was the only sound other than the Carpenters playing low on the small radio.  We lay tight like that for a long time.  I was falling asleep when he got up to turn the light off.  He pulled the sheet over us and I rolled on my stomach.  He ran his fingers through my damp hair.

"Is it possible to be in love with two people at the same time?" he asked in his deep voice.

"You're in love with your wife.  You're infatuated with me.  Who knows...this might run out of steam and then we're just like brothers again.  You know?"

"Maybe," he said. 

Thunder rumbled softly again. 

"How do you feel about it?" he asked.

"About what?  Getting fucked or about feelings for you?"

He laughed.

"I don't know.  Both?"

"I don't know either.  Let's just enjoy this night together.  Who knows when or if we'll get to do it again?"

He put his arm around my neck and I pressed my cheek against his sticky armpit.  He sighed.

"I feel the same," I told him.

I thought about nothing else for the moment other than being next to him.  My ass got fucked.  My mind was blown.  All that mattered was that moment.

To be continued...