Fifty Percent Straight PT 7 Fifty Percent Straight
By Jack Often
(Adult Friends MM sex)
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Part 7
When I got home, I was in a fucked up place. I went to dig out a joint that Oscar's brother-in-law gave me months before. I was sitting in my underwear in the backyard smoking it when my wife got home. Surprisingly, she didn't complain. I came back inside the house when I heard the garage closing from the back patio. I smoked more than half of it. There was no hiding it, I reeked of the smoke. She smelled it instantly.
"You look so tired baby, you must have had a terrible day."
"Yeah, it sucked. I'm gonna eat and then hit the sack." I told her.
I went to shower off and get the marijuana smell out of my hair. When I came out, I felt really high. I ate leftovers in the living room and watched over the baby in her crib while Ana did her aerobics. I sat looking at my little one and thought she was so amazing. She was a beauty to me--and part of me made her. I was overcome with warmth and my eyes watered. I wiped my eyes and talked to her as she cooed. She had my lighter skin but her mother's features. I stared at her and talked to her until her mother appeared in a bathrobe. I'd never noticed how much time had passed. She picked up Mia and took her to the nursery.
The munchies had already hit me, but I didn't get up to eat until the baby was away. Shirtless, I looked down at my stomach. It was no longer flat. What a difference a year made since I stopped going to the work gym on a regular basis. At least my wife thought I was still sexy...as did my secret male lover. I loaded up a tray of leftover and a bag of chips with a couple of cans of coke. I ate like a hog stuffing my face while I watched TV. The marijuana had me so engrossed in a CNN political debate that I normally wouldn't give a shit about. After I ate I fell asleep sitting there against the couch next to my food tray.
- - -
I'd been worried about Oscar's health. He'd lost so much weight. He blamed it on going jogging every night--but I know he wasn't eating much. He normally had an appetite like me. I kept wondering how to help him out without damaging his pride. A year before, I had applied for a credit card as back-up emergency funds in case we ran into money trouble with the baby. I'd never used it. In fact, I'd never told my wife about it. I had it set up for online billing only, so no statements came to the house.
A month after the incident with Shane, Oscar got a job with an insurance company. Before his first paycheck came, I made him let me charge one of his house payments on the card. I was never sure how he hid that from his wife, but it helped him out a lot. It made me feel better for my most recent and intense feeling of guilt for cheating on my wife. I was a mental mess.
While Oscar had lost weight, I put on a gut from eating when I was stressed. I'd sit up late and devour an entire bag of Doritos and two cans of coke before going to bed after she went to sleep. I had no motivation for working out hard anymore. I lifted weights at the work gym, but I never bothered with cardio anymore. At least I wasn't drinking. I wanted to drink, but that was not what a good father does. I poured the rest of my energies into my job and did my best to get promoted again. Little by little, I became less depressed, but I worried about that day at the porn store. I often thought about who else could have seen Oscar running into the private room to have sex.
After Oscar got back on his feet, he hosted a poker night. He hosted, but asked everyone else to bring the booze and food. Everyone knew he was getting back on his feet again and didn't care about paying for anything. I'd been invited to other poker games with him and his brothers-in-law, but never attended. These weren't played for money, but for pride in being a bad-ass. I sucked so bad at poker, but when Oscar asked me excitedly on the phone to be part of it, I couldn't turn him down. It was the first time in ages that he sound like himself again.
Upon arriving to the game night party, Jessica was on her way out. She was driving to my house to spend the night with Ana for an evening of chick flicks on DVD. I intended on playing a game or two and then was going to head home. While there, I had planned to try to keep a distance from Oscar in front of the other guys. I was the last one to arrive. I could see Oscar standing at the back of the living room when I walked up to the glass storm door. He looked chilled out and so handsome. I admired the way his butt looked in his worn out, old denim shorts. His had on old sneakers with those old school socks that went up to the calves and had colored stripes at the top.
I walked in and Oscar came sweeping over to me and gave me a big hug. I tensed up and felt very embarrassed. I was wondering if Victor and the other dude were gawking at us for the hug. We walked to join the others and he had his arm around my shoulder. While straight, platonic friends do that all the time, I felt very self-conscious about it. I also noted that when he saw me, he lit up. He seemed much more animated now then before I had walked inside. Victor introduced me to Kevin, his wife's brother-in-law. He towered over us three short guys. He had on a tank top and was covered with tattoos. His body was tight. Victor came over to me and shook my hand. Short and stocky but strong, his handshake was extremely firm. Victor had a very imposing persona if you didn't know him well. I wasn't intimidated--I liked him.
"Good to see you man! How you been?"
"Livin' the good life!" I joked.
He patted my on my gut.
"I can see dude"
Then he nodded toward Oscar.
"And this one's turned into a skinny bastard!"
Oscar looked sexy with his shaved head. I glanced at him as he poured ice into a cooler and when he saw me staring at him, he smiled. I looked away. I wondered if anyone noticed him looking at me that way. I was afraid to be alone with him and what other's perception might be.
"Shit, are we gonna play or what?" I joked.
"You gonna kick our asses?" Victor laughed. "You big poker stud!"
I flipped him off and laughed.
"Let's get this on!" Oscar said.
After we went to the back room and sat at the weathered, old card table, Oscar got out the cards and chips. I wished the TV was on, but Oscar had only grunge rock playing on the stereo. Victor told me that we were waiting for two other dudes to show up. They were friends of Oscar's that I didn't know well. They were high school buddies I had met once before. After they arrived, I had to wait for Oscar to gossip with them. I patiently waited. I ate a small bowl of chips while waiting.
Finally, we started playing. I was offered beer, but I chose a can of Coke instead. There was weed, but I passed (I didn't want the munchies). I saw Oscar making eye contact with me several times, but I just kept chatting with the other guys and tried to play it cool. Later on when we took a break, I ate again. We snacked on barbecued ribs that Victor brought over. I was doing good regarding being distracted by Oscar until he pulled off his socks and shoes. After he kicked them aside, I tried hard to not to look. Regardless, I saw those perfect feet with toes wiggling and I got hard. I quickly walked out to the backyard where some of the guys were smoking cigarettes or weed. Victor turned around right in the middle of our conversation. With his back to me, I saw an arc of urine flowing to the ground.
"Oh shit man, you really had to go huh?" I joked.
"When the women aren't here, who gives a shit!"
He coughed from laughing at his own joke. As he zipped and turned around, one the guys handed him a lit joint. I laughed and went back inside. I went back to find Oscar alone taking a tray out of the oven.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" He asked me. "It's just Pillsbury croissants wrapped around hotdogs. "You love wieners, right?"
He winked at me and I felt my face flush. Luckily, no one was standing near us. Then the patio door slid open and Kevin walked up him and scooped up one of the pig-in-blankets. He went back to the poker table shoving it in his mouth. It was like a snake unhinging is jaw. He cheeks pooched out and then he chewed again and gulped. Then he let out a nasty burp.
"Holy fuck!" I said laughing.
"I haven't eaten all day. I'll eat the rest if you guys don't!" he said.
We got situated and started playing again. I was wiped out of my chips fast. I watched the others play from then on. It just wasn't my game. I took a few Jello shots. Then I took a shot of whiskey. I thought to myself, "So much for not drinking, huh?" I ate the last two pig-in-blankets.
"Don't worry bro, we'll deal you in on a game of "Go Fish" after this hand!" Victor quipped.
He laughed hard at his "clever" joke. I flipped him off with both hands and everyone cracked up. I went to the kitchen for more food and returned. My eyes looked at my paper plate or at whoever was talking or playing, but never directly at Oscar. Yet, my ears hung on everything I could hear. His silly laugh. The sound he made with his tongue when thinking of which card to play. His bare feet tapping on the wood floor. The way he hummed in that gravelly, deep voice. His dumb jokes. I glanced at him finally when he wasn't looking my way and saw the gap in his front teeth. When those sexy, brown eyes made contact with min, I quickly got up to use the bathroom.
When I got to the bathroom, I locked the door and speed-jerked a load into the toilet. I licked the cum off of my fingers and then washed my hands. I flushed the toilet and hurried out of the bathroom. I was glad to find no one waiting for the bathroom after me. When I got back one of the guys asked me "did you fall in dude?". I ignored the joke and went back for more whisky. I had very low alcohol tolerance a I felt extremely buzzed and dizzy. The guys kept playing. They talked over the game about their jobs, "gettin' pussy", and then complained about their women. Oscar never said anything about his wife. Then they started commending him for producing two upcoming sons.
"Good job stud! You must have been slam dunkin' that crema." Oscar's buddy Richie told him.
"Shut up man, that's my sister! Fuck!" Victor groaned.
Victor covered his ears and everyone laughed. Oscar was beaming when they talked about his unborn twins. He looked over at me as if expecting a comment or something from me, but I looked away. Besides, I was getting drunk as they played on, so I got up and sat on the couch behind them there in the den. The next thing I new, I heard voices in another room. Then a door closed. Oscar came into the back room.
"You fell asleep bro. You okay?"
"Yeah, just tired. I had a bunch of shots." I replied.
He sat next to me and ran his fingers though my hair which messed it up. He sat there with a goofy stare.
"What?" I asked.
"You're really aloof tonight. Why? You barely spoke twice to me. Everything okay at home?"
"Yeah, man. It's all good."
"Did I do something?"
I just lay there and slid down more and stretched my legs. After I didn't answer, he scooted two seats down and lay back on the arm of the couch. He stretched his legs and put his feet in my lap. Tired, I closed my eyes.
"No foot rub?"
I started rubbing his soft feet. Instant hard-on.
"I don't know man. I wonder if sometimes we act too...touchy-feely...you know?"
"No, I don't. What are talking about?"
He rubbed his foot purposely back and forth against my dick. I could feel pre-cum leaking into my underwear.
"You know, do you think we act like boyfriends to other people and we don't realize it. Do you wonder if people think we're...gay?"
"No, that's crazy. We're two average, masculine dudes. No one would ever think that about us." He said confidently.
Shane's words played back in my head.
"Well, maybe it's something we should think about. Just in case." I said.
He was silent while I played with his toes.
"I don't know. Maybe you're right. We can downplay our affection if you want, but everyone knows we're really close. We're brothers from another mother."
I smiled. My heart felt good hearing that. I lifted his foot to my face and sucked on his toes.
"Dude, I've walked outside and all over the house! I just walked on the street out there."
I shrugged.
"So-whaa" I said with a mouth full of his perfect toes.
"You're so nasty."
He rubbed his dick through his shorts.
"Yeah, I know."
He called his wife while I sat there with his soft foot against my face. I was so horny. Oscar told her I had booze and that I shouldn't drive. He talked sweetly to her and then ended the phone call. I thought about my small baby at home. It was the first time I wasn't there to kiss her good night.
Interestingly, we didn't fuck that night. We just lay their together in each other's arms watching TV. We'd stripped to boxers and it felt good just sitting next to him. There were a couple of times I shoved my hand in his boxers and just rubbed his dick or balls. We made out a few times. I didn't have enough energy to have sex anyway. Instead, I enjoyed the warmth of his body next to me and his smells of deodorant, sweat, and shampoo. Around 3am, he got up and went to his bed. I lay down on the battered old and stinky couch and dozed off until morning.
- - -
The next time I saw him, he stopped by my house to bring a drill I asked to borrow to repair a shelf in the bedroom. He told me he was going to come by on his way to local soccer game. He had started to play soccer on weekends with some of the men from his new job on Sundays. I was glad for a reason to see him, so I stayed anxious about it all week. He was supposed to stop by really early. Well, I waited and he never showed up. Then two hours he sent a text he had sent saying he was coming after his game.
Ana was at work by then, so I was restless when not doing my daddy duties. Anger had turned to boredom. Finally in the late afternoon, I heard the doorbell. I'd fallen asleep on the couch next to Mia and her crib. I drug myself lazily to the door and opened it. To my delight, I found Oscar standing there drenched in sweat wearing his soccer clothes. The socks, the shorts, the shoes, it was god damn fucking sexy as hell thing to see. I pulled him inside and pulled him into a kiss. I slid my hands up under the shirt and felt his cool, but soaked, smooth back.
"Whoa man, I'm nasty and sweaty. Plus the fucking car AC is going out in the car!"
I noticed he was in his wife's beat up old car. He was such the gentleman letting her use his since she got pregnant. I could smell muskiness next to him. I inhaled deeply.
"Follow me!" I told him.
We walked down the hall where I pulled his arm into the office and pushed him into the computer chair. I pulled off his stinking shirt and shoved my face into his armpit. He tried to pull back.
"Don't move!" I grunted.
"Dude, the last time I showered was Thursday. I overslept Friday and yesterday didn't bother to wash before work. My wife wouldn't even kiss me today!"
"Shut up!" I told him with my face still in the armpit.
He smelled really funky. His hairy armpit tasted salty and acrid at the same time. The hot funk burned my nose. I didn't give a shit, so I sucked and licked it out good. Then I moved to the other pit and devoured it! He moaned as I licked and snorted.
"Ay, cochino! Sucio!"
Then I rubbed my face back and forth over his damp chest to suck hard on his nipple. This drove him nuts. He put his hands on my shoulders and rubbed my neck.
"Aw, shit man," he moaned.
I pulled the elastic down from his shorts and pulled his beautiful cock out. I pressed my nose into the funky opening of his foreskin and pulled it open. I stretched his ample foreskin open like a mouth around the head. My nostrils flared when a different stink rose up. I pushed the skin all way down. There was the slightest ring of crud there around his rim of the head. I huffed it like it was life-saving oxygen and then began sucking his cock. I finally got his shorts pushed down to his ankles and buried my nose in his dank bush. He groaned as I paused with my mouth at the root of his rod. I surprised myself by being able to stick my tongue out and lick his balls with his entire cock stuffed in my mouth to the root. He started talking in Spanish again.
"Dios mio..."
I began his blow job. I closed my eyes and sucked up and down like a freak. His moans got louder and louder. I sucked like a machine until my jaws ached bad. I didn't care. I loved him and his perfect dick. I'd pulled my dick out and was stroking using my ample pre-cum as lube inside my foreskin. Suddenly, I was rewarded his his load. The spurts of warm cum tickled the roof of my mouth as he gave me a major cum load. It tasted so perfect. I let his balls empty into my mouth before I swallowed.
His chest was moving slower now. From lack of breathing because of a dick-filled mouth, I felt dizzy. I savored the flavor semen aftertaste. He lay there slack with his mouth open. I wiped drool off my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Holy fuck," he yawned. "I can't get up now. I'm gonna collapse right here."
I laughed. I lifted up his balls and shoved my nose between them and the part where they joined his upper thigh. It was wonderfully stinky. Then I slid my middle finger up under him and past his taint until I found his moist and sticky hole. I wiggled my finger there an then brought it to my nose and sniffed his butthole scent.
"Why are you SO damn nasty?"
"I don't know. I just like it guy smells."
"Was that 'oink' that you just said?"
I hit him in the arm.
"Ouch fucker," he laughed tiredly.
I scooted over to the desk and pulled the big, bottom junk drawer open wide. I dug out my lock box and then opened it. I pulled out and put some envelopes aside, and then pulled out my treasure--his old dirty socks. I showed them to him and his eyebrows rose.
"What the hell?"
I got up and sat on his lap.
"You remember way, way back that night your mom called and told you that your dad had passed?"
"Yeah, of course."
He face was very serious.
"You forgot your socks. I've kept them ever since. I jacked off to them dozens of times. They smell of you."
Then his sexy smile returned. With a devilish look in his eyes, he pulled up his shorts. To my delight, he started pulling off his shoes. Then he peeled off his damp socks. He took them and rolled them up and held them up to my nose.
"Take them. I'll wear the old pair home. You could have asked for a refill pair anytime!"
- - -
Football season finally came around again. By then, we had stopped using the formal dining area for that purpose. We had previously moved the big table to the kitchen and had expanded the living room through the former dining room area. It was a better use for all that space. So now we had two couches in there with a new flat screen TV on the wall.
It was the Cowboys' first game of the season. Oscar and I sat on the big couch in front of the TV while the ladies and the baby sat at the table by the kitchen. They nicely opted to hang around and cook for us while we sat on our asses shouting at the TV. They were really good sports about it. However, in the 2nd quarter of the game, a touchdown was botched and I got upset. I criticized the player giving and bitched about their play. Oscar balked at my comments.
"Like you could do better though, you can't even get up off the couch that fast!"
He was commenting about my gut. I wasn't really fat, but I had a "spare tire" in the middle now.
"Yeah, I got a gut now, but I could still pin your sorry butt down on the floor with no effort!"
He laughed heartily.
"Whatever!" he said.
I didn't like the snarky laugh that followed. Then there was the smug look on his face. I stood up and pulled him off the couch in lightning speed. The next thing you know, I had him pinned down on the floor as I tried to pull his hands behind his back. When he made a move to get free, my foot moved forward and I accidentally kicked a hole in the wall!
"What the hell are you guys doing?" My wife yelled.
You should have seen the look on her face when she saw the hole I made in the wall! She handed Mia to Jessica and came over shouting rapid Spanish at me and got louder and louder.
"Get out! BOTH OF YOU!"
"No es mi culpa!" Oscar said.
Spanish came from his wife in the corner mixed with some English curse words. Oscar hopped up and pulled my arm to follow him to the garage. He closed the door quickly behind us. I could hear my wife complaining even with the door shut. Stunned, I looked over at Oscar.
"Holy shit, they sound the same. Your wife and mine scream in the exact same voice!" he told me.
His face was so serious. He looked shell-shocked. I looked at him and then we both burst out laughing. We couldn't stop it! We were in tears laughing so hard until he fell on me against the wall. We were out of breath quickly.
"Oh shit, you're so right. They get so excited too fast. I know you feel my pain!"
"Man, I can still hear them" he said.
We burst out laughing all over again!
- - -
On the next Saturday, Victor came over to help repair the wall. He had his own drywall business and promised me a discount on the repair. When he showed up, I took him to the living room and asked if he could fix it.
"Shit yeah, this is nothing. How did you fuck it up?" He asked.
Embarrassed, I told him the whole story.
"You two are such pendejos!" he laughed. "I'll go out to the truck and get my stuff."
As he walked outside I heard him talking to himself chuckling again.
"Estos pendejos," he mumbled.
He came back inside and cut a square section from the wall. He quickly replaced the square and patched the wall with a new piece of drywall. He worked quickly to make he wall look all the same type of surface again. The final results looked awesome. After he was done, we went to the kitchen to open a beer for him. I gave him more money than he asked for. I slid the bills to him on the table with his beer.
"That's awesome man. You matched that texture on the wall perfectly. How did you do that?"
"It's magic. I don't tell. Hahahaha!"
He gulped his beer down.
"Big dorks--you and Ozzie."
He stared through the patio to the backyard and turned up his bottle to empty it.
"Still, I wish my brother and me got a long like you two. I'm jealous!"
- - -
In October, Oscar invited me to go camping with him and two high school buddies. They had a tiny cabin in Oklahoma and told him to come and bring a friend. Hunting and fishing was planned. It was going to be Oscar's last chance for an "all dudes" adventure before Jessica got "too pregnant". He was excited to get to use the old camping gear he'd brought from his mom's house before. The trip was part of every conversation we had. He was very excited about it. Then both guys had to cancel, but offered Oscar the cabin for me and him so their prepaid lease didn't go to waste.
Well, you know that meant we were going to have a weekend alone. It would entail two days of all the pent-up man to man sex we wanted to have! Much to our wives indifference, we planned our trip to the point of annoyance. Plans got as elaborate as Oscar asking to borrow his sister's pickup to drive us to the cabin. He and I talked privately about how we were going to fuck each others' brains out. I was distracted at work thinking how I we could take turns fucking hard. We'd be able to sit naked in front of a campfire. I teased him I was going to fill him with a gallon of my cum!
Well, a week before the trip, I began to feel guilty. I thought about my wife sitting at home alone with the baby. Plus, Oscar's wife was getting tired a lot and he'd been doting on her already. Guilt weighed over my dick, so I called him and told him we should cancel the whole thing.
"I'm so glad man you called. I've been dealing with some anxiety over this whole thing. I think karma would get us back if we did this. You know how I feel about you man, but it's gotta be family first."
I loved him for thinking like that. So, he contacted his friends who found someone else to use the cabin. However, being the dork I am, I later had second thoughts. I started to think that he and I needed to have one more hot and sweaty sexual experience before his babies were born. After that, who knew when we'd be able to be along again? Well, as the days went by, I was horny for him bad. On days we were able to get away from home on very quick errands or something, we talked secretly on the phone telling each other how bad we wanted to fuck again. Just as bad as I wanted to fuck him, I wanted to feel his penis drill once again in my ass and cum inside me. I wanted to have him naked and sweating over me. I jacked off a lot those few weeks fantasizing of ways we could sneak away--all of them ridiculous. Yet, finally got a brainstorm--the credit card.
Now our new plan to shack up for hot sex was to be done by using the emergency credit card and both of us calling in sick at work. We'd pretend to go to work but actually we'd go to a local motel and have four hours of wonderful sex. The first time we planned it, I got the flu two days before. The next time, I was driving up to the motel and mom called to tell me dad was in the Emergency Room because of chest pains. I called Oscar and he drove on to work. I drove to the hospital. If my dad had passed away or something while I was shacking up, it would have traumatized me for life.
After that, plans for a secret motel getaway were abandoned. If the conditions came up on their own for a fling, we'd do it. However, we gave up on any staged escapade. These plans were full of lies and guilt. It wasn't worth it!
- - -
It was humid and warm November night. The north Texas weather had been unseasonably warm. After a stressful, long work week, I called Oscar on Friday afternoon and asked if he wanted to go shoot a game or two of pool that night. He agreed quickly. So, as was normal on Friday, I stopped on my way home and bought dinner and took it home to my wife. I had a wonderful meal with Ana. I took my time and played with Mia until she tired out. Ana wanted to hit the sack to sleep and was fine with me going out. So, then I called Oscar and told him I was ready to head out. As I left the house, thunder rumbled.
"It's gonna rain later baby, be careful," Ana called out to me.
"Okay, babe."
I walked back to the bedroom to kiss her. I checked on Mia one more time in the nursery and ensured the monitor was on. Then I drove over to Oscar's house. A few miles from home, it started to lightly rain. I drove on to Oscar's house in the light drizzle. There were random flashes of lightning. I had music on but heard thunder rumbling. Finally I arrived at Oscar's place.
He ran out of the house as I pulled into the driveway. He opened the door and got in as harder raindrops hit the roof of the car. He closed the door laughing and rubbed the wet drops off of his shaved head.
"Hey man! I just knew it was gonna start pouring the second you got here-haha!"
His warm, golden-brown eyes warmed me. He smiled and his tongue pressed against the small gap in the front teeth.
"Good to see you," I told him.
He gave me a squeeze on the leg and then patted the material.
"Great minds think alike!"
He was referring to the fact we both had on sweatpants.
"Ana kept saying it's going to get cold tonight, so I humored her."
"Oh shit, same here."
I sighed, "Well it ain't cold yet."
The car was a bit stuffy, so I turned the AC on high. I put the car in drive and we headed to the sports bar. We drove out of the main neighborhood and we were on our way. However, less than a mile from our destination, there was a bright flash of lightning and then it was all dark. The power had gone out all down the street.
"Well, I guess we can head back home, yo." He told me.
"Well," I said, "Let's drive on and see if the power is off everywhere."
Where we turned the corner, the traffic lights were out. I drove into the parking lot of the sports bar. The front door of the building opened to the bar and people were running out to their cars in the pouring rain. A bartender I recognized stood at the door with a massive flashlight.
"Fuck, the bar is out. There's no windows in there. They're in pitch black." Oscar observed.
So, I backed out of the parking lot and turned back onto the street carefully. Then we heard the unmistakable sound of hail. As we passed a group of apartments, I saw a possible good place to wait out the storm. I drove into the parking lot and drove along until we found a single parking space under a very long carport. We were parked at the very end. The water drained off the side of the tin roof so hard that I could barely see the vacant lot beyond us.
"Well shit...we're not going anywhere anytime soon," I sighed.
Lighting flashed around us. He kicked off his tennis shoes and stretched in his seat.
"So how's it going at work?" I asked.
"Well, I'm out of training now, but you know man. I've been really thinking out what I want to do in life. Until now it's been I just wanted to get a job to pay the bills. But I've been thinking of what do I want to do ten or more years from now. You know boss, like where do I wanna be."
He twisted toward me and stretched his legs to put his feet in my lap. I began to rub his socked feet.
"I've always been embarrassed to tell anyone...or even you. When I was a kid I wanted to be a police officer. Later on, I thought I was too short to be one. When I was a teenager, all my friends were trying to be cool and acted ghetto and shit. Guys tried to act all "gangsta", but we were all a bunch of innocents really. I pushed the thoughts of being a cop out of the way, but I've been studying up on it now. I'm actually at the recommended minimum height requirement. I'm in good shape now. There's a shitload of other requirements and stuff, but it's all stuff I can accomplish. You know Caspar, remember him?"
"Yeah," I answered. "The other guy that moved her from Houston?"
"Yeah man, that one--he's got the wife with the monster tits. Anyway, he's working for the Fort Worth Police Department now. I'd have a lot of work to do. I even need some college hours, but he thinks my entering the Police Academy there is realistic. I haven't even talk to Jess about this. I kind of wanted to roll it by you first. What do you think?"
"Do it man!" I told him. "I did the only thing I'm good at. I'm making decent money and it took a lot of work. Four years of college immediately after high school with no break was a bitch. I couldn't have done it without my parents' help."
"I know I have the babies coming. That's the only obstacle I can think of. Do you think it's selfish to try to better myself instead of putting 100% into my kids?"
I pulled off his socks and sniffed them. Then I rubbed his bare feet. My dick naturally filled out under them in my sweatpants.
"You gotta think of yourself too, but listen Ozzie. If you are able to get to the point you can do all of this and enter the academy or whatever it requires, then you'll be in a better career path and you'll have more money and security for your family. Sounds like when you make it to that level, you'd be putting 100% into your wife and kids' livelihood. How is that selfish?"
Oscar just stared in space for a moment. Then he looked at me and smiled. That smile!
"You wanna move to the back and relax?" I asked.
"Sure, okay,"
I rolled the windows down an inch and turned off the engine. We moved the seats to allow us to move the backseat. Cool fresh air flowed through the vented windows. He lay back against the corner of the passenger side. I sat next to him. We pulled our shoes off to get comfortable. Seeing his socked feet triggered my dick--otherwise I had no ulterior motives for moving to the back. I pulled his legs over my lap and pulled off his socks. I massaged his feet.
"Your feet are so perfect," I said.
"Thanks buddy."
He put his hands behind his back and slid down to stretch out. My dick was rock hard. I only had to touch him for this effect. I rubbed his feet for a few minutes before he lifted one and brought it to my face. I looked him in the eyes and sucked his five toes into my mouth and my tongue went to work.
"Ahhh, fuck man. That feels so fucking good."
He closed his eyes and let me continue to worship his feet. He rubbed the other one on my face while I licked the other. Then I traded and licked the other one all over. I pulled out my dick and shoved the elastic of my sweats under my dick and balls. He dropped both feet and used them to jack my dick. It was so sexy seeing his feet and toes rubbing up and down my dick. I pulled my foreskin down to let his soft toes stroke the head. When the lightning flashed, I could see the first drool of pre-cum oozing out of my piss slit down to pool into my foreskin. I covered his toes in my pre-cum and then bent over to slowly licked it off. Now he had his hand inside his sweatpants jacking his cock.
"Get these off!" I gasped.
I pulled the legs of his sweatpants and he lifted up. He shoved down the elastic of his sweats and underwear. Rain continued to pour hard around our covered parking spot. I shoved his pants to the floorboard. Lightning flashed to show the back windows had fogged up. He lifted his butt and pulled the pants off and now he was naked except for his shirt. I moved my knees to the floor and leaned over to give him head. He sighed and moaned as I slurped and licked all over his penis. I rubbed the tip of my tongue into his piss slit and he squirmed.
"Shit, that's so good," he growled.
As I sucked his dick, I slid my hands up under his shirt up his smooth sides and held on below the ribs. His fingers ran through my hair. I was in my own world blowing my best friend. He reached down and pulled on my shirt. I lifted my arms to let him pull the shirt off me. I was feeling really warm despite the cracked windows. I stopped to pull off my sweats and socks. Now I was completely naked too.
"Get up dude. Get on your hands and knees facing that way."
He pointed towards the back window opposite him. After I moved, my ass was in his face.
"Fuck yeah," he groaned.
He pulled my cheeks apart and rammed his tongue into my asshole. His tongue flicked all lover my asshole and up and down my crack. He cupped my balls and licked them too. His free hand pulled my dick backwards between my legs and he gently milked my cock downward. I was in heaven.
"Fuck fuck," I mumbled.
I loved having my ass eaten. He was so hungry, too. He sloppily sucked on my butthole and tongued it deeply. I reached under me and felt more pre-cum squirting out like a mini-ejaculation from my dick. I slow-jacked while getting a supreme rim-job. He must have eaten me out for about fifteen or twenty minutes before I sat up.
"Fuck me, Ozzie!" I moaned.
"Shit yeah," he gasped. "Back it up!"
I heard him spitting down onto his dick. Pre-cum and spit caused his dick and foreskin to make a smacking, wet sound as he jacked it. Then his hands gripped my waist and I eased backward.
"You sure you want to do this in the car?" he asked.
"Shut up and fuck me!"
I bit down hard and sat onto his penis. There was painful burn as I sat halfway down. His hands reached around me and kneaded my pecs. He kissed my back below my neck and I got goosebumps all over. I eased down more until I sat all the way on his lap with my legs stretched out forward. On foot rested on the armrest and the other on the driver's seat.
"Just sit for a minute. Don't move!" he whispered.
He jacked my dick slowly and sucked my ear into his mouth. His tongue moved into my ear and I thought I was going to cum. I pushed his hand away from my dick-he understood. I didn't want to cum yet. He moved his hands up and rubbed my chest and stomach while he nibbled on my ear. I closed my eyes and sniffed in the scents of the rain coming from outside. Then he played with my nipples and it drove me crazy. He licked my neck and I got goosebumps again.
"Man, that feels good." I sighed.
He managed to slide flatter down and moved his hands to my waist. Now he held my hips while his moved forward and backward and slow-fucked my hole. It still burned, but other feelings inside my ass trumped that. I was so turned on being submissive to him.
"Oh damn," He grunted.
Even though we were doing a gay act, he was so masculine and straight-acting while mounting me. His deep voice was so sexy.
"Damn Aaron, your asshole is fuckin' tight. You're making a perfect, tight seal on my dick."
I smiled and tried to tighten my hole more. He groaned louder. Then he managed to free his leg from under me and flopped it over me. With the rest of his body under me, he bent his leg upward over me and moved his foot to my mouth! I was in another world sucking his toes hard while he fucked my asshole. I moved to allow his other leg to be free. The freed foot rested on my right knee. Now he was wrapped around me as I arched my back to help him fuck me.
We were so into it. I was especially turned on because we were fucking in a public parking lot. The riskiness made it sexier. He humped me faster. I felt sweat between us and the smells of our bodies wafted over my nose. I smelled the sweat and saliva from around our faces and then whatever other odors were coming from between our legs. It was an overdose of pheromones. I sat up all the way and started riding his dick up and down. His moans sounded like he was crying. Now the feeling of his dick drilling up into my ass drove me crazy. The pressure of his pulsing cock hit the sweet spot and although I didn't ejaculate anything but more pre-cum, I had a mini-orgasm without any hands on my penis. I sat up quickly and turned around to face him. Now my balls bounced on his pubes. His hands slid up my body and they rested around my neck. He gave a gentle squeeze with his thumbs around the Adam's apple and then laughed a devilish, throaty chuckle. For a couple of seconds my breath was cut off. I gasped as he let go. I was so turned on, he could have choked me and I wouldn't have stopped him. This fuck was different than any of our other experiences.
With no other warning, he started to bellow. I put one hand on the headliner above me and the other gripped his foot on my side. My hole gripped his cock with all my might and I rode him hard. His eyes crossed and I felt his toes curling next in my hand. He was cumming inside me and it was a very long orgasm. The he shut down for a second. I sat down all the way on him and rested out of breath. He looked up me and giggled a stupid-ass laugh.
"Oh my god. Dammit. Wow."
"Did you like it?" I asked.
He reached and play-slapped my face.
"Duh, fucker. That was the single most ever, ever, ever explosive cum in my life."
I smiled with pride. Cold wind blew into the car and I got the chills. My skin felt clammy. However, my dick was still hard with a giant glob of pre-cum hanging from it down to his stomach.
"I want you to cum all over me!" He told me tiredly.
"Dude, it's cool. I don't need to cum. That was was enough."
"Shut up and do it, Aaron."
His dick was still pressed deep inside me. So, I started jacking off. I rode his dick and masturbated for him. He looked beautiful in the half-light. When lightning flashed again, his shaved head glistened with sweat and his face beamed in the afterglow of the fuck. He pushed my hands away and took over. He jacked me off quickly and I leaned backwards on my hands. Suddenly, I started cumming like a water hose! He aimed my dick toward his chest and jacked me tightly. I sprayed shot after shot of jizz and painted his stomach, chest, and neck in cum splatters. His hand felt better than a mouth and my orgasm seemed to last forever. I slumped over him and l let him milk me totally dry. I felt like I had been knocked out. I had to breathe deeply to recover.
I sat up and felt a buzz thought my body as if major endorphins had been set loose...or like I had taken a drug. I eased off his dick to let it plop out softly. He scooped off my cum with his hands and licked his fingers. He did it again pushed two fingers into my mouth. I sucked each finger clean. He continued to do this until he wasn't covered in my jizz. Exhausted, but happy, I pulled my gym backpack free from the floorboard. I took out a bottle of water and a towel. We got a corner of the towel wet and took turns wiping down. To my surprise, he pulled on his boxers and walked around in rain around the car. Now it was light drizzle. The power was still out, so it was dark. He got back in the car and wiped the rain off him.
"I feel less sticky now. You should do it. Don't you have gym shorts in this bag?"
I tried it too, and the cold drops felt good on my warm body. I stood there and let my hair get wet. When I felt lightly rinsed, I got back in the car and dried off. Satisfied that we got most of the cum and dude odors off our bodies, we got dressed. It was perfect timing. As soon as we sat in the front seat again, the streetlights came on and a big flood light over us fully illuminated the interior of the car.
"You still up for a game of pool if the bar is open?"
"Sure!" I told him.
So, we left the parking lot of the apartments and headed to the bar. Upon arriving, all the lights were still on in the parking lot. Inside, we found music playing and several people milling about. We ordered two Dr. Peppers and played pool. It was almost 10:30pm according to the time on my phone. We played one game and then headed home.
As we drove home, his hand reached to grab mine. He held on to it tightly as we drove home. Light rain fell and the windshield wipers slowly kept a rhythm swiping back and forth. I felt a great peace of mind. My body felt a calmness that it hadn't felt in so, so long. He hummed to the radio. My heart felt good. It wasn't until we drove up into his driveway that he let go of my hand. Then he got out and bent over from the open door.
"Good night my friend, and thank you very much."
His beaming smile warmed me again. He winked and then closed the door. It was like there was a special meaning to it that we both understood. As he reached the door, the porch light turned on. I saw his wife's pregnant silhouette from the door as they hugged. My eyes watered. I smiled and blinked it away. I drove home a very happy man.
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That was several years ago. My daughter is hitting puberty now. It's another world! But, she's been helping me for a while now learn to be fluent in Spanish like her mother. She's so smart. On my dad's 50th birthday, I gave a short speech to everyone at his party in Spanish. Dad cried of course! Both my parents are loving being grandparents. And after my sweet mother-in-law passed away unexpectedly, a few years ago, there was no question regarding how to solve the sadness of my wife and my father-in-law. Now he lives with us in a small room we had added to our house. My daughter keeps me and her grandfather wrapped around her finger!
Oscar's twin boys came into the world the next spring. He's been a police officer for a long time now keeping the peace and protecting the rest of us. Those boys love him to death. He's got a great family too like me. From then and onward, we've put everything into our families. All that comes first. Family matters first. We never fucked again. Those days when we were fooling around all the time seem so far away. Every great now and then, one of us helps the other out with that quickie blow job or foot rub. When it happens, it's nice. Without it, everything is still nice. He's my brother. I love him. I love my family more, of course. I might be only fifty percent straight, but I love my family a hundred percent. Life is good!