Hi, I'm Lance Chapter 32
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Meeting No. 119 September 12
"Hi, I'm Lance. I'm an alcoholic."
"Hi, Lance," the group replied.
"I'm struggling. I have to make a decision at work. It's weighing on me heavily. They often tell you to make a list of pros and cons to help you determine which way to go. Both lists are long. You'd almost think that would present a no-lose situation, but I'm not feeling that. It's ... it's killing me. I just don't know what to do.
"At least it doesn't tempt me to pick up a bottle. A year and a half ago, I'd be totally sloshed figuring this out. But a year and a half ago, I wouldn't be in this situation. Still, I knew this meeting would be good for me. I just have a lot on my mind.
"Work usually isn't an issue when I come here. But I feel a calmness here. That helps.
"Thank you."
The group clapped.
"Hi, I'm Branson. I'm an alcoholic."
"Hi, Branson," the group replied.
"I got my license back Friday. I got my ten signatures from the AA meetings. You'd think that would be exciting, but I didn't feel that way."
I remembered thinking the same thing.
"Now the question is ... do I keep coming? I thought at the last one — for a moment at least — `Yea! I don't have to go to any more meetings!' But I knew that was a bad idea. I don't feel alone here. If I stopped, I would feel there would be the temptation to just have one. We don't do that, do we?"
Many people in attendance shook their heads. I did. I knew right where Branson was.
"I can't afford a new car. I'm hoping I can find a used car fairly reasonably priced. It's funny, I didn't realize how much I actually spent on alcohol until I stopped. I'm sure people who quit smoking experience the same thing. Granted, I have expenses from the crash, but there does seem to be a little more at the end of the week.
"Thank you."
The group clapped.
"Hi, I'm Ophelia. I'm an alcoholic."
"Hi, Ophelia," the group replied.
"I'm also married," she said, almost singing.
We couldn't be grinning any brighter. Jakob and I were thrilled for her. It was the first time we had seen her since she and Kaden got remarried.
"I could not ... absolutely could not have made that happen without this group. AA has been a family for me. It's taken awhile. It was a slow heal, but ... I feel like I have my life back. My daughter Lydia is thrilled to have her parents together. We are a happy family again. I'm so grateful to my husband for his forgiveness and patience. He praises me for my strength and determination, but ... he's the real hero here. At least to me.
"Life has given me a second chance. I remember all those months when alcohol was affecting my marriage. I didn't think it was, but it was a slow spiral. Each day, the problems just got a tiny bit worse. It didn't seem that much different than the day before. But they added up. My marriage, my job, my volunteer work ... they were all casualties.
"This second chance is a gift. I know what is at stake.
"Thank you."
The group applauded with a few cheers.
"Hi, I'm Jakob. I'm an alcoholic."
"Hi, Jakob," the group replied.
"I talked to the Petrielos today. That's a family that took me in when I was kicked out of my home as a teenager. I had written them, and we have exchanged a few emails, but we talked today. On the phone. It was nice to hear their voices again. I try to convince them to let go of the guilt they feel. It's hard for them. I have nothing but love and admiration for them.
"They are happy that things are going well for me. I visited with their son, Anson, last month. I'm sure he told them some of the ... darker things ... of my past. He doesn't know them all, but I was able to share a little. He shared some things with me too. Overall, the visit was good. He didn't mean to, but he said some things that brought me down, but that was just me. It was indirect."
Jakob had not told me this. I wondered what he was keeping inside.
"He and I have talked a few times on the phone since. When he left, we hugged tight. He even gave me a simple kiss. I had a nickname for him: bear. While it brought back some really good memories, I had to deal with some things. But ... I'm good. No drastic repercussions from the visit. Reconnecting with old friends is really a good thing. Part of me realizes I have so few `old friends.'" Jakob used finger quotes.
That made me think. Who would I consider old friends? Trent had Matt and Ali; they were really close. Aside from Trent, the only friends from college were those on the basketball team. I was overdue giving them a call again. I hated that people slipped away so easily. It also scared me. Damn this work dilemma! I would hear from Randall on a rare occasion, but other friends from high school were no longer in my life. When high school reunions happened, was I the type to attend?
"As Anson drove away, I got the sense that he wished he had what I did. Lance and I get married next month. I think he wants to find love. He was happy that I had.
"Had Anson found me when I was ... a drunk ... a few years ago, I could see all these emotions being a total minefield. But ... I'm proud — proud — that not only could I be honest with him about it but that I felt so strong that alcohol doesn't haunt me like it used to. I'm sure the shame might stay with me — with us — but ... we're all stronger.
"Thank you."
The group clapped.
Ophelia said if we could do a quick coffee, she'd show us a few pictures from the wedding. It wasn't a big ceremony this time, but we still enjoyed seeing pictures. City Park has a nice gazebo. They just had a few family members gather and it was a short ceremony, but there were still some flowers and Kaden and O looked beautiful.
Branson had joined us. Cooper did as well, as he had dropped off Corey to his ex-wife's home. He said things were slowly improving with her.
"Branson, how have you navigated work without a car?" Jakob asked.
"A co-worker. I pay for all the gas. She picks me up. I only live a few blocks from her place. It works out for both of us. It's a bit restrictive, but it's a solution. And she gets free gas each week."
"Are you doing okay otherwise?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said unconvincingly. I raised an eyebrow. "I miss it."
"Drinking?"
"Yeah. My tastebuds crave it. Just so you know, I have none in the apartment at all. Just the distance of the walk to go get it is enough for me to talk me out of even thinking about doing it. I get meals delivered. But when I sit in my apartment, it was ... it was my routine. One with dinner, one while watching television. Sometimes two. One on my nightstand as I went to bed. It all just seemed ... natural at the time. It didn't seem to be a problem. Just before my wreck, I was having a drink at work now and then. Then once a day. Occasionally two. You'd think that would scream `problem!' to me. But it didn't."
"I think we can all relate," Ophelia said.
Following the AA meeting, we watched a primetime game show on TV in the apartment. Evan was home. Jakob was in the kitchen blending all of us milkshakes. Following the program, Evan spoke openly about sex to us for the first time.
"How often do you guys have sex?" he asked.
The two of us looked at each other.
"Uuuuhhh," Jakob muttered. "Is there a reason you are asking this?"
"Wendy wants it all the time."
"Is that a good thing or bad thing?" I asked, unsure.
"Neither. Both. I don't know. It's ... it's different with her. Once we took it to that level, she ... just wants it from me. She even asked me to come to her work so that we could do a quickie at lunch."
"What? Where?"
"I have no idea. I couldn't get away. But ... is that normal?"
"Is anything normal with sex? It's the biggest enigma known to man ... when you think about the parts involved," Jakob joked.
"Parts. Our parts are good," he said blankly.
"So we hear," I said.
Evan put his hand on his forehead and looked down. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Jakob and I smiled seeing my cousin embarrassed.
"I just don't have our head wrapped around our sex life."
"Meaning...?" I asked.
"It's good. It's really good. It's ... really fucking good." Evan paused. "But when we're ... done, I feel like I should feel something more. And I don't."
Hmm. To me, that indicated he wasn't in love. I wasn't going to tell him that.
"You'll figure it out," Jakob said. My fiancé hugged him, and we went to bed.
Evan and Wendy had been seeing each other for six weeks now. He rarely stayed at her place. I got the impression the roommate wasn't keen on Evan staying over. We didn't mind. Jakob had his first experience of "hearing" Wendy more than a week ago. Listening to them last night — although they weren't outrageously loud — got us both hard. We had our own lovemaking session as Evan and Wendy vocalized it. We laughed as it became a game to see which one of us would come with Wendy. Evan was better at masking his orgasm if he knew we were home. Wendy, not so much. She was pretty bold, but we liked her.
"Evan's talk made me hard for some reason," I mumbled to Jakob as we slid into bed naked.
"Good news for me," Jakob smiled.
"I'm not now," I said sarcastically.
"Give me a minute."
His head was on my crotch in seconds. Jakob's tongue coiled around my penis like a boa constrictor. I loved his skills.
"I wasn't asking for this," I whispered to him.
"Evan's question made me realize we have slacked off." Following that reply, he swallowed the entirety of my hard eight inches (and growing).
I kicked the sheet and blanket off and spread my legs open wide. He moved between them. As his wet mouth surrounded my member in warmth, he tenderly fondled my balls. I moaned softly. I was not expecting sex tonight, particularly following the night before, but it was good. I quickly was in the mood for it.
"Baby. Jakob. This is nice," I softly said. Evan was home. All the sexual expletives I wanted to shout were off limits. I started moaning again, trying to keep it as muffled as possible.
"Grab a towel and the lube," he said, taking his mouth off my cock.
"Are we fucking?" I asked.
"No. Lift up."
He shoved a towel under me. The pop of the bottle of lube caused me to watch. He smeared some on my hole and then ran more around his fingers. One prodded inside me. I called out momentarily too loud, but I didn't think Evan would pick it up as something sexual. But at the same time, anything from our bedroom could have been — should have been — sexual. I was nothing like Wendy though.
His finger stimulated all the tissue inside my ass. Once the digit was comfortable roaming within my passage, his mouth consumed my erection again.
"Fuck," I whispered. "Jakob. Oh fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah."
A second finger entered me. My face twisted in ecstasy. He fingered me, he sucked me, he fondled me. There was no part of my crotch that wasn't being loved. I wanted to scream; I wanted to groan; I wanted to howl. To keep my volume low, I just panted. Heavily.
My arm reached down. My hand gripped my lead pipe and started jerking the base. Jakob continued to suck the upper inches.
"Holy..." I whispered. "Jakob. Oh my gosh. It all feels so good. I'm ... close, baby."
He sucked harder. I pounded harder. He fingered me harder.
Like a dog being punished, I whimpered as my cock unloaded. My ass muscles gripped his fingers, and cum just shot inside him. A light hum came from my partner as the liquid swarmed his mouth. After my last blast, my body shuddered in sexual riptide.
I wanted to scream, "Oh my God!" I wanted to call out, "Fuck yeah!" My hand gripped Jakob's head. The only way to keep me silent was to bury my face into his. Our lips merged. They didn't separate until we both had to gasp for air.
"Thanks," he said with a shit-eating grin.
"Thank you."
He softly wiped near my ass, and then took the towel into the bathroom. I heard him wash his hands. Returning to the bed, he turned out all the lights. "Good night," he said as he kissed me one last time.
"What about you?"
"I'm good. Trust me, angel, that was a blast."
"That's not fair."
"I'm fine. Just hold me."
I felt that was unfair, but I wasn't going to force myself on him. I put my arm around him. My hand searched his cock to find it totally erect.
"You sure?"
"Really. Of course you make me hard, but we need sleep. We have to work in the morning."
"S'not fair," I mumbled into his shoulder.
"If you wake up at 4 in the morning, you can fuck me then. Evan will be asleep."
I snorted. We fell asleep quickly. In the morning, my hand found his dick again. Hard once more.
—
While at work Tuesday, Jakob called.
"Mom asked if we could come over for dinner."
"Tonight?"
"Yes."
"Any special occasion?"
"Keaton is coming into town for a day ... or two."
"Nice. I assume Teresa will be coming?"
"Yeah. She lives close."
"Jakob ... you know ..."
"I know, I know. The wedding is next month, and we still haven't told them."
"I think we should."
"I know. Right. Yeah, yeah, yeah." He felt stressed at this point, and I felt bad for bringing it up. But it needed to be done.
Six hours later we pulled into the Morgans' driveway. Jakob was wiping his palms on his pants.
"Will you relax!! It's just dinner."
"I know, but we need to tell them."
"We will. After dinner. Just enjoy being with your family. They should be happy for us anyway."
"Should can be interpreted many ways."
I kissed him. "We're in this together. We love each other. That's all that is important."
Upon opening the door, Jakob's mother just lit up seeing us. Her smile was huge. I knew that was important to Jakob; hopefully it calmed his fears a little. Once inside, Teresa all but jumped into my arms with a big hug; the same was given to Jakob. Keaton hugged both of us as well. I could see Jakob's father in the recliner in the living room. He offered a simple wave. I saw Jakob's body stiffen, then he went over to talk to Mr. Morgan. I figured I would leave them two alone for a moment.
I followed Mrs. Morgan into the kitchen along with Jakob's siblings. "How can I help?"
"Oh, pssh. It's all almost ready. Actually, Lance, would you be willing to carry the glasses to the table in the dining room?"
"Sure." I was glad to be useful.
The table was set nicely. I found it funny that the first thing I thought of was that Jakob would probably rearrange something or have a fancier centerpiece. Teresa followed me with silverware and started positioning place settings.
"I'm glad you could come," she said, looking down at flatware.
"Me too."
"We have news later on."
She gasped. "You're pregnant."
I laughed out loud. "Not quite."
She smiled at her joke.
Dinner was excellent. It was a nice home-cooked meal. Pot roast with mashed potatoes. Roasted carrots and green beans. A dinner salad had started it all.
"This is delicious, Mrs. Morgan." I turned to Jakob. "Now I see how you make such a mean gravy. You learned this from your mother."
She blushed at the compliment.
"Mom has taught me many useful things. Gravy ranks right up there."
Everyone chuckled.
"You both look in good shape," Keaton said. "I'm feeling so pudgy."
"Well, Lance works in a gym, so he has equipment right there."
"I wish Jakob could join me more than a couple times a month. But he's so busy. Our friend Trent comes to work out with me three times a week."
"He's the one from Friendsgiving, right?" Teresa asked. "The one on the radio."
"Yes. He's the playwright too. In fact, he has been working on a new play. Jakob has been ..." I then died. The play was to be about a character who got kicked out of a home for being gay. This was NOT the conversation to have. "Anyway, I am hoping when Jakob quits QT, he can come to the gym a few times a week."
"Yeah. I'm just working up until ..." He panicked. "For a few more weeks. I'm – I'm – I'm only working there a few more weeks." He was now flustered. He started bouncing his knee. I gently placed my hand on it and assured him that things were fine.
To be polite, I asked Mr. Morgan about his job. He told a few things that were of mild interest and everyone at the table gave him their full attention. When he was finished, I was pleased that he gave Jakob a little attention by asking about his work at Visions. This was a topic that I knew would calm Jakob because he loved talking about his work there.
As the meal progressed, Teresa and Keaton shared some things about what was happening in their lives. Teresa was a couple years older than me, but still had that aura of a young collegiate.
I helped clear dishes once I saw Mrs. Morgan doing so. She appreciated my help. She told me I was "such a nice boy" as we entered the kitchen.
Once all the plates were cleared, she asked who would like ice cream on their cherry pie — as if there was any other answer other than "yes."
Once she sat dessert in front of each of us, I squeezed Jakob's knee. He looked me in the eyes. I nodded. It was time. His knee started to bounce again. I again calmed it with my hand.
"I – we have some news," Jakob started. He was nervous, and it was noticeable. Most everyone spooned a bit of sugary decadence in their mouths although they appeared to be listening.
"Uh ... uh ... Lance and I ... uh ... we've decided ..." I thought Jakob was going to have a stroke. "We've decided to ... um..."
"We want to get married," I said, rescuing my fiancé. "We love each other. Very much. We want to spend our lives together. Legally. Officially."
There was a pregnant silence. Without trying to look at Mr. Morgan, everyone shot a glance his direction. He said nothing.
"That's awesome!" Teresa finally interjected. "Congratulations!"
Mr. Morgan let out a huge exhale. Everyone looked at him. I was scared as hell. I was not an aggressive person, but if he gave Jakob any problems, I probably would have become combative. Mike told me to always be calm and let our love show. I felt they all knew I loved Jakob with all my heart.
"I'll enjoy my dessert in the bedroom," he said emotionlessly. He got up with his pie, and the rest of us watched him walk out of the room.
Jakob's family looked at Jakob, then they looked at me.
"I'm sorry," Teresa softly said.
"As am I," Mrs. Morgan said. "I know this isn't the ... traditional marriage. But times have changed. Lance, I couldn't ask for a better son-in-law. I know you love my son very much."
"I do. I hope to make him as happy as I possibly can."
"You two are an awesome couple," Teresa beamed.
Then Keaton's silence became deafening. All eyes slowly drifted toward him. He looked at all of us.
"I'm sorry for my father's rather rude exit. I know the two of you love each other very much. If you make each other happy, then ... I can accept that. I – I just don't know how I feel about ... about a gay marriage. If I can politely do so, please excuse me."
He took his half-eaten pie and left the room. Jakob grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly.
"It's okay," I softly said.
He nodded nervously. I could tell he was fighting back tears, but they didn't come. We both knew before we came that there was the potential for mixed emotions. As drama goes, this was quiet. We accepted it.
We gave the ladies the details of the wedding. We made sure to convey that all of them were invited.
Fifteen minutes later we were in the car. We didn't have the opportunity to say goodbye to the men, but we had given the ladies huge hugs. They both told us they were happy for us. We thanked them for that. I was driving. Jakob was in a silent funk.
"Jakob?"
"Fuck!"
"Hey, hey, hey. Breathe, honey. Just breathe. It's over."
He let out a huge exhale. Then I felt him start to breathe heavy again, as if angry. I reached for his hand.
"Hey. That's behind us. We'll give them some time."
"Lance, I ... I just got my hopes up. Deep down I wished they would accept us ... accept me."
"Sweetie, ten years ago you were kicked out of the house; tonight you were served pie a la mode. Baby steps, but you're ... we are getting there. You and me. We're in it together."
He exhaled again and finally turned to me, no longer transfixed on the windshield. Passing streetlights illuminated his expression enough to know that he was slightly better. He squeezed my hand tighter.
"Oh, angel. I really don't deserve you. Thank you for putting up with my family. I'm sorry we are such a mess."
"Every family is a mess."
"At least my mother and sister love me."
"Your brother does too. Deep down, so does your father. He doesn't let it surface, but I know he does."
"Ha. As if."
I looked at him. "Jakob, you and me ... we're a family too. Next month it's even legal. Mike and Trent, they're family too. A family can be a lot of things. We also have our AA family."
"Agreed. I love you, angel."
"That's good, because we are getting married next month."
—
I always had mixed feelings about Jakob's Thursday late shifts at QT. A bit of time on my own was fine, but I still liked us coming home from work and being together each evening. Evan and Wendy were out on a date. I had the place to myself.
I made sure the kitchen was looking nice. Jakob did a tremendous job of keeping our apartment more than presentable, it was always nice. Clean. Decorative. Anyone could drop in and we would never be embarrassed. I didn't ever want to feel like I was taking advantage of that. I didn't have his flair, but I could make sure I did my part to keep things clean. I scrubbed our bathroom weekly; I felt I could at least do a dirty job.
My phone rang just as I put my plate in the dishwasher.
"Randall," I announced to myself. I answered: "Hey there! How are you?"
"Good! Is this an okay time to talk?"
"It is. I'm glad you called. I was just thinking about you the other night. We were talking about high school friends. I should have called you then."
"Oh? What was the conversation?"
"Jakob commented that he didn't have many friends from high school that he had stayed in contact with. I said you were the only one I talked to."
"Really? Just me?"
"Sadly, yes. The only other person who went to W. Travis other than me was some girl named ... Angela. Or something. Didn't really know her. All those friends from my classes just sort of drifted away. It's unfortunate."
"I guess because I still live here, it is easier to stay in touch with a few people. I see Reggie and Lin. A couple girls from the debate team went to my church. A few others now and then. I guess most of them have moved away."
"Do you ever think about the debate trip?" I softly asked.
"You mean us on the debate trip?"
"Yeah."
"All the time, Lance. I questioned everything after that trip. Mom and Dad were so strict religiously, I just kind of buried it all. I just said we were guys `exploring,' you know?"
"Me too."
"I tried not to admit it. I went out with girls. Found a great one. I guess I made a mess of that. Even when we were married that short time, I thought about the debate trip. I jerked off thinking about you." He abruptly stopped. "I'm sorry. Was that gross to say?"
"Well, let's hope I'm not gross," I chuckled.
"That's now what I meant."
"I know. Any time I did something with a guy, I just said I was just having fun, fooling around. I said it wouldn't happen again. I just couldn't accept that I was gay. Or bi. Whatever. It was right in front of me."
"Yep."
"I'm glad you called. Any particular reason?" I asked.
"Yeah. I just wanted to let you know I'm better."
"Better...?"
"Well, the last times you heard from me, I was sort of ... a mess."
"You were accepting things. Figuring out things. That's not a mess. That is part of the process."
"You must have been better at it than me."
I laughed out loud for a long time. "Hardly. Denial for years. Suppressing it with alcohol. THAT was the mess."
"You sound so confident now."
"Once I stopped lying to myself and was just me, it fell into place. The moment I fell in love with Jakob, I became confident in who I was. Can you believe I am marrying a guy next month?"
"We never would have thought that in high school, would we?"
"Never." In high school I didn't really think of marrying anyone. I probably figured it would happen one day, but I couldn't recall ever thinking about it. "But I've never been happier. Like tonight, he's working late, and I'm missing him being here."
"Nice."
"So are you still seeing that guy you told me about last month?"
"I am. For about six weeks now I guess."
"Cool. Are you in love with him?"
"I think that is a bit too soon. But I can't wait to see him again. I can't wait to do things with him. And ... we'll, we've taken things farther than you and I did on the debate trip."
"Fucking then?"
"You are so blunt, Lance." He laughed. "But yeah."
"I told you to just be yourself."
"He was so kind and understanding. We took it slow. He made sure I was comfortable with everything."
"Nice guy."
"It was what I needed. I was worried, but he was so gentle and so affectionate. I didn't think I'd like it. And admittedly, I prefer to top than bottom, but he made it all okay. He made sure I was ready, and our first time was very ... tender, I guess is the word. He made me comfortable with it."
"You guys are being safe?"
"We are. We both got a test two weeks ago as a sign of our commitment. We both were confident we were fine, but we did it as ... you know ... proof for each other."
"Smart."
"Before we even did anything, I was worried I wouldn't be enough. You know. I'm not big like you."
"Dicks are dicks. That's all superficial."
"You can say that. You have a lightsaber. But he and I are about the same size, I guess. Average. We're a good match."
"I'm happy for you. I hope it works out. Sounds like you two are a good fit."
"I hope. I think so. I do think about him constantly."
"I felt that way about Jakob when we started. You could very well be falling in love, Randall."
"And you know, Lance. That doesn't scare me. A year ago I think it would have." He paused. "I have stopped going to church. I've jumped in with both feet. I've pretty much become a moral degenerate."
"Hey. It's not like you are prostituting yourself or having long strings of one night stands. If you were in a heterosexual relationship, you wouldn't feel so bad, would you?"
"If I left my wife to screw another woman, yeah."
"That's not what is happening here. Not exactly." It was tricky territory. I wasn't sure what to say. "You're a divorced man looking for a partner. Is that so bad?"
"Phrased that way, not so much."
There was a silence for a moment. Neither of us knew what to say to continue the conversation.
"Lance, for so long ... I mean for years ... the thoughts of men being intimate with each other ... it seemed so ... so wrong. Sexually it just seemed ... appalling. And yet I thought about it so much. Constantly. I couldn't get it out of my mind. Just the simple stuff you and I did — I longed for it."
I could tell Randall had done much soul searching in the past months. That pain and uncertainty was still fresh. For a moment I was proud that I had put those feelings behind me. I was marrying a man after all. It was interesting how men chose to come out and how it differed from person to person. There was no one way. Everyone's family was different; friends were different.
"Randall, do all your friends know? Have you told people?"
"Oh no. Not yet." He paused. "I got divorced. I'm sure the church people might know. I'm not sure what my ex is telling them. I doubt if she wants to spare my feelings or respect my privacy. I suppose I am going to have to assume that word is getting around."
"Quite possibly. It's okay to own it. Be you. That helped me a lot. It's not 1955. Things are better."
"Yeah, but my grandparents are from that era."
"Just. Be. You. Aren't you glad you don't have to lie anymore?"
"Yes! That was big. Not having to hide. I'm not blabbing it to everyone, but I won't hide being gay anymore."
"And your parents?"
"I told them with the divorce. They know. They want it to be a phase. I told them it wasn't. They have bought all sorts of books. I'm sure they want to `cure' me. But they still say they love me. I guess that's something."
"It is. In time, it will get better. Jakob's parents kicked him out as a teenager, and now things are somewhat better. We had dinner at their place the other night."
"I'm not sure when or if my parents will come around, but ... I don't care. I'm not pushing it on them, but I am determined not to lie or be ashamed. I want to be honest."
"Your read friends will still be your friends. Maybe your boyfriend will introduce you to a few new ones."
"We have met one other couple. I liked them."
"There you go," I said smiling. "Maybe one day you can bring your boyfriend here. Maybe one day we'll have a place where you can all sleep." I chuckled.
"It would be nice to see you, Lance."
We talked a few more minutes and planned to call more often. When I hung up, I felt happy for Randall.
When Evan and Wendy got home, I visited with them briefly. We all turned in around 10:30 after the news.
Jakob quietly entered the bedroom at 11:18.
"How long have Evan and Wendy been going at it?" he asked.
"Umm, maybe 20, 25 minutes. I masturbated listening to them."
"Lance!"
"What can I say? Even hetero sex can be hot if you are hearing it."
Jakob just leered at me in disapproval. "You could have at least let me watch," he finally said with a grin.
He sat on the edge of the bed. He reached down to gently feel my balls as he leaned in to give me a kiss. I could detect the slightest waft of taquitos from his clothing.
"Oh Evan! Keep doing that! Keep doing that! Oooooooo, yeah. Yeah."
"What's he doing to her?" Jakob asked me.
"I have no idea. I think he came just before you got home."
"Ungh. Oh, oh! Ungh. UNGH! Yes!" Wendy cried.
"And now so has she."
Jakob smiled at me, then looked at the wall. Even with the living room between the two bedrooms, their lovemaking had been obvious to us on many nights.
"I missed you. I'm glad you're home." I reached for his hand.
He kissed me again, then Jakob stared at me earnestly.
"Something happened at work."
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