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Part 3

The following morning I was in the shower at 7:00 am. It was my wake up splash under the hot water. It didn't make much sense, because before going to bed, I did the same thing. Now a few hours later I was back under the rainfall again.

I don't know if I was trying to scrub something away or improve on what was already there.

After dressing, I sat on the bed just looking around the room. I didn't sleep that well and I know why. I had to get in touch with Tom about going to the ball game.

I knew that Palmer Athletic Field was where high school teams would play against one another. It was mostly parents, friends and local folks who attended to support their schools. There was no admission fee, it was just a school sport on a Saturday afternoon. The game started at 2:00 pm. I remember reading about it, in the local newspaper.

I became a little tingly thinking about going to Palmer. I used to play there when I was a kid in grammar school. The field takes up a huge city block. It has swings, see saws, wading pools, sand boxes, a running track, baseball field and also school football is played there. In the winter time the tennis courts are flooded with water and town folks use it for ice skating.

I waited until after 9:00 am and called Tom. I know a simple text would have worked as well, but I telephoned instead

"Yo, Tom here"

"Joey here," I replied without even thinking.

"I knew it was you," Tom said

"Oh yeah, what do you do; read Wi-Fi?"

"No idiot, I have caller ID." Said Tom

"I knew that."

"No you didn't," countered Tom

"I just forgot, that's all," I replied

"There you go, forgetting already. You get in a dudes pants and then you forget who you're calling," said Tom laughing

"Humm, now which one are you?" I asked being silly "Maybe you should look up instead of looking down" commented Tom. Being equally as silly. "Are you going to the game with me today?" he asked

"Sure, I'll go."

"I can swing by and pick you up, if that works for you," Tom suggested

"It works" I said

I was outside sitting on the front steps watching the sun peeking through the clouds - very colorful, very bright, and hopefully, very full of promise!

Tom pulled up in an older Subaru and parked in front of me. He sat in the car, leaned down and gave me a quick beckoning with his hand.

I put the phone I was fooling with, back in my pocket, and got into the car.

"Hey bud," said Tom

"Hi." Who is playing in the game?" I asked

"Don't know"

"You must just like baseball" I said trying to strike up a conversation that I thought would please him

"Nope, I hate it"

"Then why the fuck, are we going to watch something you don't even like; sounds nutty to me." I said

"Don't know, he repeated "Maybe I like having somebody to hang with. I am sort of a loner; but don't start with any lectures.

"I won't" I replied

Tom wasn't deterred by not liking baseball. He drove straight to Palmer Field and parked his Subaru by a chain link fence. For a few moments we sat in the car just talking.

"Does this make sense," I asked

"Don't know." He mumbled

"What the hell, do you know? You seem to be stuck in a rut. First you say you do and then you don't. It's only a question not a lecture." I said to him

"He didn't answer, but got out of the car and started walking towards the bleachers set up for the game. Of course was I with him. We looked good together; actually we could be taken for brothers.

We watched about twenty minutes of the game when Tom whispered to me; "Let's go and sit in the swings"

"That sounded perfect to me – just perfect. The swings were constructed with chains and many adult used them as well as school children.

People were watching the game so there were plenty of vacant swings to choose from. We didn't actually move, we just sat together talking and looking. I did a lot of looking at Tom's face.

"Why are you staring at me?" he asked, "don't start with any gay shit." He mumbled

"Fuck, you are just full of irritating comments." I replied and immediately was sorry for talking that way. Tom was not irritating; he was a super cool guy.

"I didn't mean you are irritating Tom,"

"Naw, I am" he assured me "I don't get why you like me."

I was so fixated on his mouth. His beard was hot, I mean `A star is born' hot, with that glowing smile that was an addiction. He was not a pretty boy for the cameras that is just fluff. Tom was blessed with something else.

"I am looking at your mouth," I finally confessed

"What's wrong with my mouth?" "There is nothing wrong, I am only looking and thinking"

"About what?" he asked

"Don't get your balls in an uproar, but I want to put both my hands on your face and just study you; to touch your beard and kiss you on the mouth," that is what I am thinking about." I confessed

"That ain't gonna happen. You are a dude, not a kissing faggot," he told me. "I don't kiss men" he elaborated sounding quite convincing.

"I am just answering your question. That is what I was thinking about." I said

"Sure – good, okay. Do you want to get out of here and go someplace? Tom asked

He was moving slightly on the swing and I noticed his cock was firming up for one reason or another. I think it was the kissing talk. It aroused him but he would never admit it.

Tom drove across Washington Ave. and I had no idea where he was going. I was tempted to ask naturally, but didn't. I was just happy being with him for some screwy reason.

The street looked familiar to me and when he stopped in front of his house, my dick started to get hard. I know knew where we were going.

"C'mon, I want to show you something," he said getting out of the car.

"What?"

"You've seen it before," he said shaking his leg to get his cock down and back in place.

"Now, I was really hard and Tom looked at my swollen crotch and said..."Somebody likes me," smiling like a five year old.

"How long have you lived here?" I asked, not caring but trying to sound normal.

"Too long," replied Tom. After my divorce, she got the house. It was worth it to get out of a marriage made in hell. I found this place and it's what I call home. I have been here for about twelve years.

"No friends?" I asked without thinking

"I did have a woman living with me, but it didn't work out. Before you ask, "why" just let me say we were not compatible. Now, are we finished with the questions? "

"I wasn't going to ask anything." I said

"Like hell you weren't."

I was tempted to say, "It's easy to settle for good enough, to get away from yesterday," but, he would only ask what that meant and I wasn't sure I even knew, so I said nothing.

"Do you think I'm gay?" asked Tom appearing quite serious

"I don't think about anything. Gayness doesn't come with a handbook. I'll leave that to you," I answered also being quite serious.

"Let's change the subject and talk about something else; Tom said

"Okay"

"Yeah okay" I agreed.

Tom grabbed a couple of Budweiser's from the fridge and we sat in the living room sipping beer. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "I can make us a couple of sandwiches."

"Or we can order a pizza," I suggested

Without hesitation Tom was holding his phone and ordering a pizza for delivery. He didn't ask for any toppings other than cheese. That is exactly the way I would have ordered it. We were so much alike in the way we thought and behaved. Only, I was gay with nothing to decide. He was sexually fifty-fifty and still trying to find himself. He fascinated me immensely. I knew I had to be on the lookout for a personality clash; it was entirely possible. I wondered - "How good can two bad boys be struggling to get someplace.

"Where is the bathroom? I asked. "I have to pee."

Tom pointed to down the hall, so I got up to go that way.

"So you gotta piss like a racehorse, huh?" he asked giggling

"No, just a comfortable little whiz; and don't look." I said

"Ha ha-ha blurted out Tom – "don't look – that's a good one."

The pizza arrived about 20 minutes later. Coal Oven Pizza was located about three blocks from his house and they were always prompt. The pizza was paid for with a credit card when Tom ordered it. We fussed over who was going to give the driver a tip; but I won out.

The pizza slices were poorly cut, so Tom took it into the kitchen to recut. I followed him like a stray dog that he had just dragged home.

The kitchen was custom made with cabinets and appliances built into the wall. It was probably the best looking room in the house. We stayed there and sat at a wraparound breakfast/lunch counter. We put the pizza between us and after popping open another can of beer, we were set to dig in.

Tom washed his hands and although I had just washed mine in the bathroom, I washed them again.

"This is a great looking kitchen," I said

"Thanks, I built the cabinets myself and did most of the work." he told me. "I am not a carpet cleaner, I am a master carpenter. My neighbor next door owns the cleaning company and I was just helping him out the day I met you."

"You're talented." I said barely audible

"Not me, I like helping out when I can. Okay, dig in," he said reaching for a slice of pizza.

Sitting at the counter my leg brushed against his and he left it there pushing back into me. It caused the inevitable, my cock woke up immediately.

I started grinning, for a second or two.

"What's so funny? He asked

"You have some tomato on your beard, shall I take it off?"

"Yeah, grab it," he replied

I leaned close to his mouth with my face and brushed across his lips. He paused, and then turned so I could kiss him. That is exactly what I did.

What started as a smooch turned into a real mouth dueling match as he held my head so we could mouth suck like people in love. Of course this was wishful thinking, but in Tom's mind it was a start of something different.

I had my hand on his dick and he was touching my crotch. I know that sounds like storybook drama but that was the scene in the kitchen.

Tom closed the pizza box and took my hand. "C'mon," he said, "the pizza isn't going anyplace, but we are."

Seconds later we were in the bedroom and with no warning he pushed me backward on to the bed and flopped on top of me. He stated kissing and kissing me again.

When I was able to speak, I said "I thought you don't kiss men"

"I don't"

"You are kissing me," I muttered

"I know"

"I'm not a horse Tom, I am a guy."

"I know and I like doing this; but not with other men, just you."

He rolled off from me and he rested facing me. We just stared at one another. It was a "Suddenly Last Summer" moment.

"What are you thinking?" he asked

"I think you are a man looking for a purpose"

"You may be right," he replied

Lying here, got me thinking about how real you really are," I said

"What does that mean? Of course I'm real, I'm a cool dude. Life is full of types, and then there is me. That is not just bullshit in order to get a blowjob. I think about you a lot." Confessed Tom

My hand was fondling Tom's crotch. The strength from his thighs and the little curls of black hair around his cock was enough to start me leaking. Once I got my face between his legs I was a goner... "Take me?" Tom insisted, transferring my hand from his balls to his cock. "You can ditch the foreplay; I want you to drain this fucker. I've been looking for this moment all day," he said.

"I can handle it." I told him sounding like a paid hooker

Tom eased me off his cock and back to his chest. He began kissing me again and nibbling like something he really wanted to do. It didn't last very long before he went from my mouth to my cock and began blowing me.

It was a simple lick at first and then he took it into his mouth swirling his tongue doing a damn good job for a beginner. I am not stupid and I realized this was not his first time sucking cock. At least, that was my belief. Because I am not stupid, I kept quiet and just let him find himself.

I closed my eyes as he sucked away making his assault stronger. I struggled to hold off from exploding; but the tight wetness of Tom's lips was too strong to compete with. I had to get him to stop or the party would be over rather quickly.

"You better stop Tom," I said. "I have to stay hot so I can take care of you that is what we both want, at least this time."

"You want some cum, huh?" he asked

"I wouldn't mind tasting a shot or two," I assured him

"Good answer," he replied

"I thought so" agreeing with him; everything was textbook gay. Minute by minute, Tom was surprising the crap out of me.

Tom got to his feet and I kneeled before him. This would be a sexual moment worth remembering. Tom could sense it and I was sure of it.

I would like to think that I didn't interfere with you sucking me off. I can't believe that I am talking this way, but the pretense is over and you win." He stammered sounding rather smug.

"I don't want to win anything. I want you to like me and sucking dick is a big part of it."

"I don't want a boyfriend," said Tom, only your mouth

"I don't either; want a boyfriend - only your cock"

"You mean you only want me for sex" he mumbled"

"That's about it," I replied "I think I just said something like that."

"I don't believe you fucker. You like me," smirked Tom

"Of course I do, I just hope I am not too slutty with you. "Yeah – yeah, that's cool. There simply is nothing better than a willing, warm tongue that wraps around my dick, and a mouth with firm, tight lips that slides and draws the pleasure out of me. Just talking this way makes a fool out of me and I don't like being foolish, but slutty, I can handle." He concluded

"We are all fools when you come down to it" I said beginning a round of deep throating flesh to the point of choking. I didn't care about the discomfort. I cared about him.

"Tom held my face as he guided his cock between my lips making little breathing noises as he fucked my mouth. He really liked doing this, I could see the expression on his face and it was awesome.

"Joe, I am going to cum in your mouth." He announced as warm syrupy life flowed from his cock into my throat. I swallowed everything. This was simple sex in the fast lane.

A little gob of cum stuck to my beard and he wiped it off with his finger, He reached for a tissue, but I grabbed his hand and slurped the goo off his hand.

"Damn, he said "that is fuckin hot."

"It's only cum on your finger," I blurted out. I wouldn't call it hot."

"Still hot Joey – it's still hot," he said. "Damn it, Joe, you are the real thing. Your passion is a paragon of indescribable pleasure. As usual, you never disappoint, with a firm, desire to check out the Promised Land between my legs."

"Whew. That is kind of a flowery description of a blow job. I have to remember that," I mumbled

"It should be, I read it someplace; all joking aside you're a cool jock who sucks a mean cock – oh yeah, meaner than shit... and then he kissed me. Damn, this kissing thing was getting to be too much.

"What are you laughing about?" Tom asked

"Just thinking, I'm not gay, move away and don't talk to me. I'm not gay...yeah sure."

"Ah, shut the fuck up." he replied getting closer to me. So I lied, big fuckin deal.

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