"Shameless" - Part 2
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The option for me to slide over to the passenger side to get closer to Tom didn't exist. Gone are those great vehicles when one could sit three across or drive with your German Shepard dog between you in the front seat of your truck.
My lofty idea of making out in the truck began to worry me. I was fondling Tom and holding his warm cock in my hand, but that wasn't nearly enough to impress a dude who insisted he wasn't gay. I had to come across with something he could build a dream on.
Shameless Talk about cramping ones style, the damn gear shift between the seats was stretching my patience to the limit along with my neck. I wondered how guys managed to fuck their girlfriends leaning over the gear shift; somehow the addiction to sex always wins, as long as somebody is willing to put out.
I stretched across the gear shift center consul and put my face in Tom's crotch. I licked his cock and he groaned like it was wonderful; and it was nothing at all. He had yet to see wonderful.
"You are not comfortable, are you?" he asked – "I'm cool, but I am the stud in this suck fest." He said grinning with his head back and his eyes closed
I couldn't let that go by keeping still. "You are a comfort load of humility, but after tonight, we'll see.
"I'm only talking, who the hell cares" he responded. I don't have sex with men."
"You're an idiot" I said
"Naw, you are frustrated because it's cramped in the truck. A blowjob sounds pretty good about now; and I can't believe I am saying that to a dude."
"Of course, so you can go on a guilt trip and never speak to me again. Who needs that?" I commented
"Hey Joe, it was your idea. Don't tell me now, you are going to chicken out."
Tom was leaking causing a wet spot on my finger. The excitement rose to such a level that it frightened me. Imagine a forty-four year old experience gay man freighted by holding cock. It didn't make sense, but that was the least of my worries. I had to be good. I had to be perfect, I wanted Tom to get the blowjob of a lifetime; but it just wasn't likely.
Tom lifted his ass off the seat and pulled everything down to his knees, exposing stuff that I thought about constantly.
"Is that better Joey?" he asked
"Much," was all I said
It was better, but not the way I would prefer it. His underwear and his jeans kept his legs from opening. It held him like a bungee cord keeping his legs in place. His pants needed to be on his ankles, but he didn't go for that and I didn't push it.
Fortunately, I am a good cocksucker, so I ignored the gear shift poking me in the stomach and slid my mouth down the length of his cock. He mumbled, "Holy shit" and sighed "damn"
I closed my lips around his meat and sucked him like a calf on a heifer. It was deep, forceful, warm, wet, and tight. The things I wanted to do such as nibble on his nuts lick his crotch and rub my face against the cheeks of his ass; I just couldn't do in a truck. My only alternative was a simple old fashion blowjob, which is what I did.
"C'mon, Joey, show me what you've got," bellowed Tom, not sure if that was a good thing to say, or not.
Using every bit of experience I stayed down on Tom, masturbating him with my mouth. I licked, swirled, slurped the head of his cock then darted back down letting him into my throat. I was giving him a tight, warm and slippery blowjob. I fought like hell not to gag with cock choking me, and did fairly well. The few gurgling "panic" sounds seemed to excite him, like it was gay time and he was in control. I let him do it, trying to be impressive.
"Oh good Jesus," yelled Tom holding my head on to his cock and gently fucking my mouth. "Damn, your mouth is so warm, it feels Like something I need. "I can't believe I am saying that to a dude." He said for the second time.
I didn't have to work long before Tom flooded my mouth. Thank heaven for that. This position was killing me. I am a bedroom type of guy and nasty for me, is naked where every bit of gain has no pain.
I expected some grand announcement like, "I'm coming." but, nothing. He remained still.
He moaned pulling the cheeks of his butt tight and pushing his crotch upward. I could tell by how he moved and let loose with a load of elixir called love. Tom groaned, dumping shot after shot. It started to run between my lips, but I slurped it back and never lost a drop.
I took his dick out of my mouth for a breather. Tom pulsated spewing out drop after drop of afterglow cum. I lick it off the tip of his cock.
"You like eating that shit, don't you? Remarked Tom
"Yup"
"I like seeing you do it," replied Tom "that's nuts, huh?"
"Nope, not at all, you almost drowned me, how long has it been?"
"It's been a while, since I got off like that. Yeah, it's been awhile.
"Maybe you were saving it for a gay dude."
"You think?" Tom said "You're a gay dude"
"I know, but we don't have to talk about it," I uttered wiping my face with a tissue
"Are you okay?" asked tom. "I mean was I okay"
"Sure, I just wish it happened in bed or on the floor instead of this damn truck" I told him
"Just like a woman." He said
"What?"
"You are complaining just like a woman. See, that is gay. A man would never complain about such things."
"You are right, screw it – you are right," I said to him. "Next time I won't complain."
"What next time" he asked
"Just talking – forget about it."
"Okay" he mumbled
"Yeah, okay," I agreed
I started the engine but didn't move yet. We sat there still talking. Everything was cool and I asked him that very thing.
"Are we cool?" I asked
"Sure, why not; it's nobody's business; so don't talk about it." Replied Tom
"I have to get home," said Tom. I have a couple of customers to call and I can't do it from here. The paper info is at the house."
"I was already backing the truck up as he spoke. We travelled along Washington Avenue and turned on to Second Street where Tom lived. I spotted the carpet clean truck in the driveway of a duplex house and stopped.
"Okay bud, that was quite an experience going to a gay bar and stuff," he said, followed by `later' Then he went into the house.
That was it. After all the fuckin work I went through – that was it. This was the closest thing to a `brush off' that I had witnessed since I was in my twenties. It didn't bother me, it really didn't. Tom was a hot man but a lot of work. It probably just wasn't worth it.
I drove away, but did not go home. I went back to Tone's bar. There were still a few hours before closing time and I needed a drink. I wanted an old fashion on the rock to get the taste of cum out of my mouth and Tom out of my head.
"Joe, you're back," screamed Rodney who was just inside the front door, holding up the wall.
"Yeah just for a nightcap. I am living dangerously and tomorrow is my day off."
"Where's Mr. congenitally? Don't tell me a handsome devil like you, is playing him; although he is a handsome devil too." Blurted out Rodney
"Oh, you call every man a handsome devil." I said
"Yes, isn't it delightful? One of these days it might stick and I will be swept off my feet by a magnificent man" replied Rodney
"Oh brother," I said
"Confidence my child, Confidence."
"Rodney had been drinking and he was a little more flamboyant than usual. The gay talk didn't bother me. It's all in the game.
"You said "Tom" - I do believe that was his name; is he a boyfriend?"
"No, I just met him a few days ago. He claims he's straight."
"Don't they all – don't they all?" whispered Rodney.
Rodney bought me a drink and I leaned against the wall by myself. He was on break and about to return to the piano for the final hour of entertainment...
"Gentlemen – and all you nice gentlemen," Rodney said, through a hand mic seated at the piano; "The next number is for a very special person – and he is a handsome devil." A howl of laughter went up in the room as Rodney began to play and sing.
He sang the Judy Garland version of "Happiness is just a thing called Joe"
It was theatrical and emotional. Rodney starred at me and I knew who Joe was. For a split second I wished that Tom realized that Joe was happiness.
"You are Joe, aren't you? Said a tall sandy haired young man. His hair was quite long at a time when short hair was back in style. On him, however, it looked incredible. The bar was dimly lit and he looked hot, but it could have been the lighting.
"I guess I am – Joe, that is," I responded
"I'm Terry"
"Hi"
Terry was drinking out of a beer bottle and leaned against the wall next to me. A few seconds later he was leaning into me and it looked like we were a couple.
"You are cool Joe, I mean really nice like a man. I have to be honest," he said touching my chest.
"Whatever you say," I mumbled
"Do you like me? He asked
"Sure, you're okay"
"Just okay," he quizzed me
"Terry, why don't you go and sit down," I suggested
"Why don't you take me out of here and fuck me `till the sun come up," said Terry struggling to kiss my cheek.
"Don't kiss me." I said
"You will learn to like it," he mumbled
"Go sit down," I repeated
Terry walked away at started talking to three men at the bar. He wiggled between the three of them. In no time, he was getting his ass rubbed and his crotch fondled at the bar. Tony saw nothing and nobody said a word.
I sat my empty glass on the bar and left. When I got home I looked at my phone and I had a text message. It was from Tom and the line read simply. "Today" Please read your email.
"Oh shit, this is where he wants to dump me. I assumed it would be one of those..."It's not you – it's me" and it's better we go separate ways" type of `get lost' emails."
I clicked on read and sat down on a kitchen stool for the verdict. It reminded me of a nine year old playing "Lick a dick" behind the garage. It was nothing and meant nothing, because nobody cared.
Hey dude, If you are willing to settle for a second best carpet cleaner; you will be amazed how amazing I can be. Like you, I am driven by confidence and certainly understand that tonight was hot. I still linger with afterglow. I know that sounds stupid, even fruity, but I am learning.
I am going to a ball game tomorrow at Palmer Athletic Field, if you want to go. I don't give a damn about the game, but you are a companion with wisdom, so we can talk. Not sure what the hell I am trying to say – just believe it
Tom
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