Home After the Tournament

Home After the Tournament: Chapter 1

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Dear Readers:

As the title may suggest, this is a continuation of another story: Taking Our Sons to the Tournament which was last posted on 4/19/22. I liked these characters after spending some time with them and basically didn't want to start over yet.

That was the story of a four-day, high school state wrestling tournament weekend - away from home and in the big city. Two 15 year old best friends and teammates, Eric and Jake asked their fathers, Matt and Will, who had only been casual acquaintances, to share a hotel room together so the boys could do the same.

Matt is recently divorced and Will is frustrated in a stagnant and sexless marriage. Over the course of the tournament weekend, they explore and experiment with newly discovered and long-hidden desires in a variety of situations. They meet a handful of other characters during their adventure and decide to make the most of their weekend away.

Meanwhile, the boys room is filled with the activities of horny post-pubescent teenagers on the edge of sexual discovery as they, and some of their teammates, indulge in the freedom of a long weekend in a hotel away from home - with little supervision and overactive hormones.

The father's and son's paths cross but it is not a story of father/son or inter-generational sex - at least not yet. We'll see what happens.

This series continues their stories after they return to their hometown and must come to terms with what went down on their weekend away.

These chapters may stand on their own without the first series but are not intended to. I didn't want to spend too much time with redundant exposition and recaps. I recommend starting with that story if you haven't already; it will make this one far more satisfying - or at least less confusing

As always, thank you so much for reading - and let me know what you think. CHAPTER 1: Matt's First Week Back at Home WEDNESDAY "Hey, Patrick" I answered my phone on Wednesday night. I was alone in my apartment until Thursday when I had custody of Eric again for the weekend. I had put Patrick's name and number in my phone when we'd left Caleb's house Sunday morning. I didn't even know his last name. His last name was just listed as "From Cell Block", the name of the club Will and I had gone to when we were away at the tournament. Just seeing the club's name pop up brought back memories of Will and I dancing and making out in a sea of hot, sweaty college boys. I got hard just thinking about it.

I'd almost used the dick pic he'd sent me on Sunday as his profile picture, but I knew that would get me into trouble at some point if he called while I was at work or if my phone was just sitting out on the kitchen counter while Eric was home. It'd be hard to explain to your coworkers or your 15 year old why a photo of a fat, uncut boner sticking out of some white briefs with a dripping piss slit would be popping up on my phone.

It had technically been only two days since we'd been home from the tournament weekend but it felt like a world away - like a crazy, horny dream. It was so far removed from anything I'd ever done or ever thought would happen. The fact that Will and I had gone home from the dance club with Patrick and Caleb had seemed crazy at the time. We'd just met them. They were cute and hot and slightly younger than us and we'd decided we were all-in on going wherever this weekend of man sex took us - and it took us pretty far. It seemed even farther since being back at home. On Wednesday of last week, the most I'd ever done with another guy was jerk off with my buddies back in the day. It seemed like a completely different world now - but it was a world I couldn't get out of my mind.

"Hey, Matt. How are you?" He said. It was good to hear his voice.

"I'm good." I paused for a second. "I'm adjusting to being home again." I paused again.

"It must be a little like coming back to a slightly different world though after all of your...new discoveries." He said. He was exactly right. My world seemed very different - smaller...unfamiliar somehow...like I didn't quite belong in it anymore. He was very perceptive.

"You hit the nail on the head, Man." I said. "It's like looking through different colored glasses - or maybe it's more like taking off dark glasses and just being able to see everything better. I'm not sure."

"I bet." He said. "So...are you still up for coming back to visit next weekend?" He didn't beat around the bush.

"Yeah. Definitely. I wish it was this weekend. Well, I don't. I love the time with Eric - although he already has plans with friends on Saturday night. I think I'm just entering that stage where he'll be out with friends all the time now." I said. I'm sure the sadness in my voice was evident.

"It's the way of the world, my friend." He said sympathetically. "If you made your place one of the places he wants to hang out with his friends, that will help. You'll see him more and get to know his friends."

"Quality parenting advice from the single guy with no kids. How did you get so wise?" I asked. Patrick laughed.

"That's what my parents did." He said. "I didn't know that at the time - or at least I didn't know it was their actual strategy - but it worked. My house was where everyone hung out a lot."

"That's a great idea, Pat. Thanks!" I said. "I've feeling bad about being in an apartment instead of a house but this place has a great pool. Eric will be a hero bringing his friends there."

"It's Patrick." He said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"My name. It's Patrick. I hate "Pat." He said. "Always have."

"Oh. Sorry. It seems so formal. I was hoping that after you'd had your boner in my ass, I could be in your inner circle."

"The inner circle calls me Patrick, too." He said.

"Hmmm. What about Paddy - like you're at an Irish pub? We met in a pub after all." I said, playfully.

"It was hardly a 'pub', Matt." He said laughing. I laughed too. Cell Block's massive dance floor full of sweaty, half-naked twenty-something boys dancing to thumping music next to go go boys in golden cages was almost literally the furthest thing from an Irish pub.

"Well maybe not but their little basement bar is sort of pub-ish....Paddy."

"Somehow when you say it, it's sexy...or at least tolerable." He said. "I'll think about letting you do that." I could hear the smile on his face through the phone.

"What else are you going to think about letting me do?" I asked. Patrick laughed again.

"You're in a playful mood tonight." He said.

"I am now that you're on the phone." I said. "I wish you were here instead though." I paused for a few seconds. "Just your voice is making me horny. I don't mind telling you that I've rubbed a few out thinking of you...and staring at your dick pic."

"Is that so?" He said.

"It is."

"How many loads exactly?" He asked.

"Am I being deposed?" I asked. "Or do you just have your lawyer voice on all the time?" That made him laugh again.

"Professional hazard." He said. "I was actually curious which one of us had jerked off more thinking about last Saturday?"

"You say the sweetest things." I said making Patrick laugh harder.

"No, but seriously, I'm curious." He asked. It was a little weird he was being so insistent. Apparently, law was a good profession for him.

"Ok. Let me think." I said slowly. "I jerked off twice in the hotel room Monday morning, both times looking at your beautiful uncut boner pic. I jerked off in bed Monday night...again in the shower Tuesday morning...in a stall in the restroom at work Tuesday afternoon - but that wasn't about you. That was because I'd suddenly noticed how many hot guys work in my office. I mean I'd noticed some before but now I'm suddenly looking at them like...like I can picture them naked. This one guy, Tommy - holy shit - his ass. He's like 27 and it looked like his bubble butt was going to bust out the seam of his dress pants. Anyway, so that one doesn't count. But then again Tuesday night, I fired up some hot porn on my big screen specifically looking for porn with uncut guys so that definitely counts as one for you. That brings us up to the present. How many is that? Six - minus one. So, five. You have a score of five, Patrick. What's my score?"

"Oh my god. I'm speechless." He said. "That just made my dick so hard."

"So? How many?"

"Ok. Ok. Um, twice on Sunday." He paused. "You didn't count Sunday." He added.

"I didn't jack off on Sunday." I said.

"You didn't -" he started and cut himself off. "Oh. You just had more sex. Of course. You and Will. I have to admit I'm a little jealous." I decided to just leave it at that. There was no need for him to know we'd fucked Dix again too.

"It was Will's last night before going back to being married with kids." I said.

"Have you heard from him?" Patrick asked. I wasn't sure if he was actually Jealous or just curious given that we hadn't been friends at all before the tournament.

"We exchanged a couple of texts, but just small talk, checking in stuff. He's on a short leash."

"Interesting. So, what do you want to do when you come?" Patrick asked.

"Squirt it on your face...or your ass" I said. "Or maybe your balls." Patrick laughed.

"Yeah there's going to be plenty of that...I hope." He said.

"You don't need to hope." I said. "You're getting lucky all weekend."

"Well that makes me happy. But seriously. I want to plan our date - or weekend. You know what I mean. So, what do you like to do?" He asked.

"You can call it a date. I'm no slut - despite what impression last weekend left you with. I wanna know what you like. Take me to your favorite places." What was I saying? I just didn't want him to think I was a man whore - mostly because I didn't want to think of myself that way despite the fact that last weekend's activities were pretty clear evidence that could be the case. That was different. That was a one-time thing. I'd never been a player. But I was also free now. Regardless, I couldn't believe I'd said that. It was one thing to indulge in these desires that I'd been fantasizing about for a while but did I really think I could go on a date with a guy?

"Sounds like a plan." He said. "Can I call you again?"

"You're not hanging up already, are you?" I asked. "I need some phone sex, Paddy. My hand is no longer doing the trick. I at least need your sexy voice in my ear while I wank."

"Oh. Um, ok. I'm sorry. I'm still at work."

"Oh shit, sorry." I said. "I didn't even think about that. You must work late all the time."

"Fuck. This is hardly late. It's 8:30 on a weeknight. This is about when I usually leave on a good day, but I have a brief due tomorrow. I'll be here 'til midnight at least."

"I'll let you go then." I said and he cut me off.

"No. No. Let me just close my door. I'm in my office. I could use the break. It's been a stressful day." He said. "So, what do you have on?"

"A black, Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon tee shirt and tighty whities. But let me get on the bed. I'm pulling off my briefs."

"That's hot. Picturing you naked from the waist down in a tee shirt. I wanna blow you. So, you're a Pink Floyd fan?" He asked skeptically. "How old are you again?" I laughed.

"I'm not a fan, really. I wear this to work out in - or in tonight's case, just lounge around in. Eric bought it for me for my birthday. It's not even vintage. I think it's from Target. He just thinks because I'm 'old' that I must like classic rock bands even though they're obviously before our time. He has no concept of anything before he was born."

"So what bands do you like?" He asked.

"We can cover that information on our...date. Now pull your pants down to your ankles and send me a proper dick pic." I could hear Patrick struggling to unbuckle his dress pants with one hand. He eventually had to put down the phone to get the job done. Then I received a photo looking down on his neatly trimmed black pubes as he'd pushed his pretty 6 3/4" uncut boner straight out. His balls rested on his fancy leather office chair between his spread legs.

"That's what I want. I really didn't get to see enough of that. It was dark and most of the time you were behind me fucking me like a dog."

"You make it sound so...degrading." Patrick said. "I didn't mean to-"

"I loved it. Shut up and fuck me again." I said.

"Um. We're on the phone. I can't really shut up."

"Sorry. I'm so horny. I just want to be with you again. I'm not experienced at phone sex. How is this supposed to work?"

"Maybe we should just jack off and not worry about it." He said and I could hear his breathing start to get heavier and I knew he was stroking. It made my cock surge. "Tell me about how you lost your virginity. You know my story since you were the one doing it to me."

"I think we'll save that for next weekend as well." He said. "I'm just picturing being behind you with my bush jammed up against your crack."

"Fuck yeah! Grab my hair again. Fuck me so hard my cock slaps up against my stomach again. That was so hot." I said as I gripped my cock and started pumping fast remembering how good it felt to have him taking me from behind.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck yeah. I want you again so bad. I want you on your back though. I wanna watch your balls bouncing while I fill you up." He said through labored breaths. He sounded close already. I wanted to cum. I pumped faster and faster breathing hard into the receiver.

"I'm getting close, Paddy." I whispered. "I'm gonna cum soon. Where do you want it?" I asked.

"In my mouth. Cum in my mouth!" He said and I could tell he was stroking fast as well.

"Drink up, Paddy. Here it comes." I said and I grunted and moaned and grunted some more as I shot all over myself.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I'm cumming too. Fuck yeah. Ohhh...fuuuuck!" Patrick said and moaned as he shot his load. "Oh fuck. FUCK! SHIT!" His tone changed and I heard papers rustling.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked still in the throes of post-orgasm bliss.

"I just shot cum on some discovery. Fuck!" He said.

"Damn. Is that bad?" I asked.

"It's not great." He said. "It gets filed with the court. I'm so sorry. I gotta go. I gotta clean this up. That was super hot though. Thanks. I'll talk to you soon. Saturday night? When Eric's out?"

"Sure." I said. "That'd be great. Good luck." I hung up and licked off the jizz from the back of my fingers. I looked at the new dick pic he sent and squeezed the last of my load out and brought that to my mouth as well. I never ate my cum before the tournament. It was hot. I sent Patrick a pic of my deflating boner and my first couple of cum shots streaked across the black shirt.

THURSDAY

"Oh SHIT!!!" Eric said after he'd rolled over naked onto his stomach and saw me staring at him from his bedroom doorway. I was shocked at what I saw. Holy shit. I felt paralyzed and unable to speak or move. I assumed everyone tries that at some point but...holy shit!

Eric had gotten home after school on Thursday like any other day. Usually, he's chattier after we haven't seen each other for a few days when he's been at his mother's. Today he kicked off his shoes and went straight to his room. I was working on my laptop at the dining room table. We still had a couple of hours before dinner.

I got up to go to the bathroom. I noticed his door was shut which was unusual. Even if he was going to jerk off, we hardly ever completely shut our doors. "Eric!" I said loudly as I stood with the bathroom door open taking a piss. No response. I shook off my dick and zipped up my jeans. "Eric!" I yelled this time. It wasn't like him to ignore me. "What do you want for dinner?" Still nothing.

I turned his doorknob and opened it. In retrospect I should have knocked. I stopped and froze as soon as I saw him. HOLY FUCK. Eric was completely naked lying on the bed. Well, actually not lying at all. His legs were swung up over his head and spread wide with just his feet on the bed behind his head. His arms were wrapped around behind his knees. His hairy little asshole was aimed right at me and his hard shaft was halfway into his mouth. He had headphones on - the fancy kind with the padding that covers your entire ear. He'd managed to still be holding his phone screen between his legs and was undoubtedly watching porn but I couldn't see from that angle. He couldn't hear me - obviously - so he didn't stop. I could see his cheeks moving and hear him sucking loudly. He probably had no idea how loudly he was sucking his own cock. Holy fucking shit.

I knew I should back away and shut the door and pretend I'd never seen this and never mention this to him - ever. But I couldn't stop watching. I'd only seen one other person who was able to do this. Guys joke about it all the time and I assume every guy has tried to see if they were flexible enough for the task. I certainly had - more than once. I'd even done stretching exercises to see if I could improve on the distance gap that existed between the end of my dick and my mouth. I'd only gained an inch or so which wasn't enough to even get it to my lips.

I'd jacked off in that position a couple of times but my balls got in the way and I'd ended up shooting cum in my eye which as everyone who's done that knows, stings like a bitch. I never tried that again. But here I was watching someone do it successfully. Not just someone - Eric. I couldn't look away. He'd started to have a hot little body. He was so hairy already at 15 - just like I was at that age. He looked like a man now - not a boy anymore. He was going to start getting some attention.

The sight of this feat made me rock hard and I groped my boner through my jeans and felt wetness leak into my briefs. I wanted to unzip again and pull my cock out. I didn't of course but I suspected I was going to go straight back to the bathroom to rub one out after this.

I watched as Eric's loose balls slowly pulled up closer and tighter to his body. His sucking increased and then I heard him moan and could actually see the exposed underside of his hard cock start to pulse and I knew he was shooting ropes of jizz into his own mouth. Again, holy fuck. It was one of hottest things that I'd ever seen in real life. My cock surged and more precum oozed out into my underwear. I was incredibly horny.

His dick slowly deflated and his head slipped from his mouth, still dripping from the tip. He stuck out his tongue and waited for it to finally reach his mouth. He licked his lips like it was icing on a cake. Then he let go of his legs and rolled over and his fuzzy round ass cheeks clenched as he ground his pelvis into his bedspread. That's when he saw me. I wish I could have seen what my expression looked like. It had to have been a crazy mix of shock, horror, fascination, and lust. "Oh, SHIT!!!" He said and also froze.

I just backed out of the room and shut the door. Eric stayed in his room until dinner was ready. He didn't even answer my text asking about what he wanted to eat that I sent when he wasn't responding otherwise.

I'd yelled that dinner was ready several times and finally went back to his room and opened the door. I expected to find him with his headphones on but he was just sitting cross-legged on his bed on his phone. "Eric!" I said more sternly than I'd intended. "C'mon. Dinner."

"I'm not hungry." He said.

"Did you fill up on jizz?" I asked. I know - that was a horrible thing to say, but sometimes when a joke just walks up and begs you to say it, I can't help myself.

That made him look up at me. I was smiling, mostly because I'd amused myself with my joke. He smiled too and then started to laugh. "Oh my god! I can't believe you said that!" He said through laughter. I couldn't believe he'd taken that so well and wasn't completely humiliated. The power of humor I guess.

"Seriously, I know you're starving. You're always starving. And that couldn't have been enough protein." I said continuing to amuse myself.

"Dad!!! Stop! Seriously!" Eric said. "No more jokes. That was so embarrassing. I thought I was never going to come out of my room again."

"Eric, you need to chill. Literally every male on the planet has tried that. You're just one of the lucky ones." I said. He didn't say anything but you could see the relief wash over his body when he realized I didn't think he was a freak. I filled the silence with more unnecessary conversation. "It feels amazing, doesn't it?" I said. Eric looked at me, surprised.

"It does." He finally conceded, assuming I meant getting blown.

"It's surprising how soft and velvety a cock head is. It feels so good in your mouth." I said and then instantly felt sick. I panicked. My head was spinning. What the fuck did I just say? Why did I say it that way? I meant to just talk about how good a blow job feels. All guys can relate to that. I needed to hit rewind. How could this have happened? In my head I was picturing sucking Will's cock for the first time and remembering how it was even better than I'd fantasized. Eric looked at me confused.

"Wait...so you can do it too?" He said slowly. "I guess that makes sense." He added as if it were a genetic gift I'd passed on to him. Oh my god. Karma was still on my side. The sick feeling was instantly gone. I wanted to jump for joy.

"Well not anymore. I was only flexible enough to do it for a while when I was you age." I lied - a complete and utter bold-face lie that had totally saved my life. Sometimes lies are good. "You should eat some fruit - like pineapple. It makes your...cum taste better." I added. It was weird to be talking about the taste of cum with my son. We'd talked about masturbation but not any of the specifics. I'd struggled to figure out what word was the least dirty sounding. It turns out they all sound dirty. Cum. Jizz. Spunk. Spooge. I wasn't going to use 'ejaculate.' He might not have even known that term. Had he even had a sex ed class? Why didn't I know that? My mind was racing. I was so happy to have dodged that bullet. How would I have otherwise explained knowing what sucking a cock felt like? Semen. I should have used the word 'semen.'

"How long...exactly?" Eric asked. "I wonder when I'll stop being able to do it?" He added looking disappointed like the thought hadn't occurred to him that there would be a point at which he wouldn't be able to enjoy his newfound pastime.

More lies: "I suppose I was able to do it for a couple of years. Not past high school for sure. Although there was a guy in college who could do it." I said which was not a lie.

"Really?" Eric said, surprised again. "How did you know that?"

"He kept bragging about it. Until we got so annoyed listening to his bullshit, we called him on it and told him he couldn't mention it again unless he proved it was true. He didn't even hesitate. He just said, 'well I'm not doing it here' - we were in the study lounge in our dorm. He said, 'let's go to one of your rooms.' So, we went to our room and he strips down and does it right in front of us. There were three of us watching. It was on my bed actually. I remember thinking that was gross. Why did I let him do it on my bed?" Eric laughed.

"Did you tell him you could do it too?" He asked. Of course, I hadn't since that wasn't true.

"No. I never mentioned it in college. I knew I'd get shit for it and I couldn't do it anymore anyway." I said. "He had a big dick. He was black. That stereotype is true. All of the black guys on my floor were hung like donkeys." I added for no apparent reason. We were suddenly talking like buddies.

"No shit." Eric said. "Oh, shit, sorry. Damn. Sorry again. Josh has a big dick too." He added about the only black kid on the wrestling team.

"I didn't see his when I was in your room but I'm not surprised. I've actually never seen a black guy with even an average dick." I said and instantly regretted bringing up the circle jerk that I'd walked in on at the hotel during the tournament last weekend. We hadn't talked about it at all. I wasn't sure how he felt about my awkward interruption - walking in and getting boned up in front of all of his friends as they watched some porn. "He'd covered himself up with a blanket."

"Oh yeah. I forgot you saw those guys." He said. I wanted to find out more about what happened after I left but wasn't sure this hadn't already gone far enough.

"I remember those group wanks back in the day." I finally said, casually, as if to myself like I was just revisiting a fond youthful memory.

"Really? You did that too?" Eric said, intrigued.

"Yeah. A few times." I said, again as casually as I could. "Quite a few. Except back in our day, we didn't have porn on the big screen or on our phones everywhere we went like you guys. We had big VHS tapes and then DVDs when we got to college. At least DVDs were small and easy to carry with you - or hide." I added and raised my eyebrow conspiratorially - like I was sharing a naughty secret with a buddy. "We would trade them in school and in our dorm once we got to college."

"So, you and your buddies in school would get together and watch...and do it...together?" He asked. It seemed like he was equally excited to learn we had this in common but was also trying to be cool and nonchalant about it.

"Yup. Just like you guys. It started out slow - you know - no one wanted to be the first to let on that they wanted to go at it, but eventually we'd just get stripped down and go for it. Eventually you just get so horny watching that stuff. Right?" I said laughing a little. "We'd go to whoever's house had parents that both worked so no one was home after school. It made us all a lot closer. I'm still buds with a couple of those guys."

"Cool." Eric said and went back to eating his pasta.

"Was that the first time you guys had gotten together for a session?" I asked knowing that Will had caught him and Jake doing it at his house.

"Yeah." Eric said. I was hoping for more detail. Then he spoke again. "The first time with everybody. Well not everybody but a group of us. It was fun. I think you're right. It made us tighter. Like the guys that did that are in a secret club now - like blood brothers." He paused. "We're cum brothers." He added and laughed.

"Nice." I said. "So, you've done it one on one before?" Eric looked guilty and I thought he might deny it. He didn't know I knew.

"I have with Jake. I showed him how. I started before him. Before anybody in my class I think." He said. I was surprised he'd been so forthcoming.

"Same for me. I hit puberty before any of my buddies. Just after fifth grade. Just like you.

"Did you show any of them?" He asked. I wished I'd been able to.

"No." I said. "You'd think that would have been the case, but they all figured it out on their own. Or maybe from their older brothers. I don't think any of them learned from each other, but we never really talked about it. Back then, it was still a little...what's the word...taboo? Naughty? Whatever. It wasn't as accepted then. Now everyone gets it that everyone does it - even girls. Jake must have been grateful for that lesson." I said and laughed.

"He was! Oh my god." Eric said laughing. "I didn't see him for a week." He laughed some more.

"Well you know this place is always open for you and your buddies to hang out and...do whatever." I said and didn't make eye contact. I'm not sure how he reacted. "The big screen is pretty great for- " I stopped before elaborating. "There has to be some advantages to this single guy, bachelor pad." I added.

"Cool." Eric said also not looking up or making eye contact. "Good to know."

"The pool's gonna be awesome for you guys in the summer too." I added steering the conversation to a place that didn't just include masturbation. That made Eric look up and smile like he hadn't thought about it. We hadn't really used the pool much since I'd been here.

We finished dinner and washed the dishes together. It was nice. "I've got some more work to do, but you can watch TV in here. It won't bother me." I said.

"Thanks. I'm just gonna hang out in my room though." He said.

"You gonna go have some dessert?" I said and laughed. Again, I couldn't help myself.

"DAD!! Stop! Seriously. Never make another joke like that!" He said with a funny mix of amusement, embarrassment, and irritation.

"I'll do my best." I said smiling.

"Dad! Seriously. Never." He said and shut the door to his room. "And knock next time!" I was bummed he'd shut the door. That was new. I'd liked that we were so open before, but I guess I shouldn't expect that he was going to regularly perform autofellatio without some privacy.

I finished my work and got ready for bed. I knocked on Eric's door. "What?" He said, impolitely. I opened the door.

"I'm going to bed." I said. "Don't stay up too late."

"Have a good time getting your nut." He said looking at his phone. Then he looked up and smiled. We broke out laughing.

"Touch‚, buddy." I said. "It's always a good time. G'night, son."

"Night Dad. Close the door." He said looking back at his phone.

I stripped down and climbed into bed. I put in my ear buds and opened up some porn. I found a hot Bel Ami circle jerk video and came hard before falling asleep.

SATURDAY

"Are you at Target?" I texted Will when I saw what I thought was his car in the parking lot - a white Audi sedan. It was spotless.

"I am. Are you here?" He texted back.

"Just got here. Saw your car. Got a long list of shit I need. You know how it is."

"Yup. Wanna get a coffee? Meet me at Starbucks." He texted.

"C U there." I texted back, like it was 2002 on my razor flip phone. Both my pulse and my pace quickened. I was excited to see him. I hadn't seen him since he gave me a sloppy goodbye kiss and slapped my ass in the hotel on his way out Monday morning. It was only Saturday afternoon, but it seemed like a long time after we'd spent every waking - and sleeping - minute together for almost five days straight.

I walked through the sliding doors and turned toward the in-store Starbucks. It was empty at 3:00 in the afternoon except for Will sitting by himself at a table by the window. He smiled big when he saw me. "Good to see you, Buddy!" He said giving me the one-armed bro hug since we were in a public place. I wanted to grab his ass but resisted. Instead, I inhaled deeply and got a big whiff of his cologne and casually brushed my face against his stubble. I missed that smell.

"You're growing your beard back." I said.

"Yeah. Shelly likes it better. You know - happy wife, happy life. Oh, fuck. Sorry. I'm a total asshole. I can't believe I said that to you." He said genuinely regretful. I missed his sad puppy eyes too. It also seemed ironic given how unhappily married he was.

"Dude. No worries. I'm fine. It's just a saying. How've you been? You got a long honey-do list today?" I asked.

"Always. It's the story of my life. I need another tournament already to get a break from her To Do list. We decided to remodel the kitchen. Well, she decided. It's already a fucking nightmare. I'm going to Home Depot next for cabinet stain samples."

"Damn." I said. "My apartment's looking pretty good now."

"No shit." He said.

"So." I started but wasn't sure what to say next. I had no idea what our friendship meant now that we were back. "Was Michelle happy to have you home?" Will paused for a long time as if trying to coalesce his thoughts.

"Um. Dude, we fucked. Tuesday night. We never did it on a weeknight - even back when we were doing it." I found myself upset by this news. Was I jealous? I wasn't jealous when he was going at it with other guys? Why would I be jealous of this? Maybe it was a betrayal in a way. Like he was rejecting what we did and embracing his married life that had made him so unfulfilled. I found myself picturing them fucking though. Michelle was so hot. The other dads from the wrestling meets and I call her Michelle Pfeifer when Will isn't around. Was I jealous he got to fuck her? I had been sort of jealous of that before the tournament - before I knew Will. When I found out their sex life was dead, I was secretly a little...relieved or something that he didn't get to fuck her either.

All of this went through my head in a few seconds. "Damn. Good for you buddy. It's about time." I said as sincerely as I could muster. "How was it?"

"Do you want to fuck her?" He asked which took me aback. What was he accusing me of? I was very confused.

"What?" I said. "No, man. I would never do that. Where is this coming from? You're my friend. I -" he cut me off.

"No, no. Hold up. I mean. You think she's hot, right? You said she was 'smokin' hot' that first night in the hotel." He said, calmly. I was more confused. He was excited, not upset.

"Um. Well, yeah. Dude. She's super hot. It's not just me. Everyone thinks she's hot. She's by far the hottest wrestling mom on the team - maybe the whole school. Why are you asking me this?" I said.

"So, you've thought about fucking her?" He asked.

"Just because I think she's hot doesn't-" He cut me off again.

"Dude. Just go with me here. If you thought she was hot, you pictured fucking her, right?" He said. He was so calm. I was still confused.

"Um, ok. Yeah, I've thought about fucking her." I conceded.

"So have you jacked off thinking about her? Thinking about fucking her?" He asked. This was making me both uncomfortable and horny which seemed insane. I think it was because it seemed like this was getting him excited as well.

"Ok. Yeah. I've jacked off thinking about fucking her. More than once." I said. "Why are you asking me this? This is weird that I've now jerked off thinking about fucking both of you." I smiled and then it occurred to me that I'd also jerked off thinking about Jake. Almost the whole family was getting my nut.

"Ok so here's the thing. The fuck was hot. Hotter than fucking her used to be." He said and paused.

"Dude, that's all good-" he cut me off again.

"No, listen to me. What I'm getting at is that the whole time I'm fucking her, I'm thinking about you. Me fucking you. You fucking me. You fucking her. Like not separately - like you fucking her while I fuck her too. It was so hot picturing you fucking her mouth while I got her pussy and then we'd trade. And we could make out over the top of her. Dude. I came so hard." He said. We'd just exceeded our quotient of use of the word 'dude' for this conversation. One more and we'd have to buy a surfboard and listen to Jack Johnson on the way home.

I wanted him to explain this- or to keep going with the scene. I had so many questions but listening to him talk made me hard as a rock. I was so horny. It wasn't helping that I hadn't bated this morning like I usually do because I was saving it up for some good phone sex with Patrick tonight when Eric left for his pizza and movie party. "Dude. I'm hard as steel right now." I don't even own any Jack Johnson.

"Me too." He said.

"I'm gonna go try on some pants in the changing booths. My jeans are suddenly pretty tight...in the crotch. You look like you could use a new pair yourself. Let me know if you need me to measure your inseam...although you must know how long you are." I said smiling. I got up and left. I wasn't sure he would follow me but given his behavior in the hotel lobby restroom last weekend, I was fairly confident. I grabbed a pair in the men's department and headed into the last changing room. I went in and left the door closed but unlocked. I texted "last one" to Will and started to undress. I got down to my tighty whities when I heard him turn the knob.

He came in and we immediately started making out. He reached down and fondled my stiff cock and played with my balls through the fabric. He was yanking on my sac. It was almost too hard. They were full and heavy and sensitive and having him grab them felt so good. I frantically unbuckled his khaki pants and pulled his polo shirt over his head. My mouth made a bee line for his nipples as I wrapped my arms around this torso and felt his back. "I've been thinking about this all week. It feels like it's been a month."

"I know." Will said and ran his fingers through my long curly hair and down my back until his fingers slid under my waist band into my crack. I moved down his chest until I got to his cock. He was hard and ready. I started sucking him. He tasted so good. I'd wondered if I'd ever get this cock in my mouth again. I savored it trying to stay as quiet as possible although we appeared to be alone in the changing area.

Will sucked his finger into his mouth and then started fingering my ass. I moaned onto his dick. "Shhh" Will said and I nodded with his boner in my mouth. He pulled me up under my arms. He lifted my left arm and stuck his face in my furry pit and moaned himself. His nose tickled me.

"Shhh" I said and we both started to laugh silently. It's so hard not to laugh when you know you're not supposed to. Will turned me around and lined his boner up with my crack. "No way!" I whispered. "We can't fuck in here. Too risky." Will pouted and I kissed him and stuck my tongue deep into his mouth and humped our cocks together. I grabbed his ass. I love his ass. So firm and round with a tiny dusting of light brown fuzz that you can't see from any distance but feels great on the palms of your hands.

He went down to his knees and took me in his mouth. He was eager too. He played with my nuts again, more gently this time, and went all the way down to my base. We traded back and forth, each of us getting on our knees for a few minutes at a time. We needed to make this quick even though we also wanted it to last. Will came first. He bucked wildly into my mouth, holding my head still as he came but stayed completely silent. I cleaned off his boner and stood up licking my lips. He kissed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth searching for a taste of his own seed.

He went down to his knees again and I felt the warmth of his mouth engulf me again. I slowly slid in and out. It felt so good. It didn't take long until I felt the tickle in my gut and the tingle in my balls and felt the rush of endorphins as I began to unload into his mouth as well. It's such a crazy feeling to release like that in a public place where you know people are nearby. It's wrong and dangerous - to experience those few second of vulnerability and lack of control when, even if you were interrupted in the middle, you'd just have to ride out the rest of the orgasm. I closed my eyes and rode the top of the wave. Maybe I did need some Jack Johnson after all. Will finally stood and we made out for a minute longer as I came down from my high. I'd missed the smell of cum on his breath. "We should get out of here. We're pushing our luck." I said.

"Karma." He said and held his groin against mine.

"Eight lives." I said back pushing against him and feeling the last of my load ooze out into his short, trimmed bush. He hadn't even stepped out of his pants so he was dressed before me and left first. I left a few minutes later. I'd been wanting that for days. My dick stayed hard like it had a will of its own and didn't want to be done playing. I needed some more recovery time.

"That was so hot." Will texted me.

"Super hot." I texted back. "I'll see you soon." I added. I wanted to text more. I wanted to know when we'd get together again but didn't want to complicate things. Will just responded with the thumbs up emoji.

"You might need a mint." I texted. He sent a smiley face.

I finished shopping and headed for the cash registers. I spotted Will in line several registers down the aisle. I gave him a slight nod and smiled. He held up a packet of mints and smiled back. Then he subtly grabbed his crotch for a second. That made me laugh which the woman ahead of me in line was confused by. I smiled her. She scowled. At least two of us in this store were happy.

As I packed my bags into the trunk of my black Acura coupe, I wondered if I should tell Patrick about this encounter. I decided it was way too early for that to matter.

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