his voice wounded me. Today, I could screen his calls, as my mobile would
show the number. In 1992, I had no such technology, so I got caught
answering the wrong call.
The Saturday before graduation, the Bunch went out to dinner to celebrate
surviving being scared to death, worked to death, and bored to death, the
three phases of law school. We all drank too much. We got emotional and
nostalgic.
When the night ended, I joined Freddie in his bed. As we talked with my
head on his chest, he tickled my back, and I tickled his thighs, each
circle a little higher than the last. Black Bart was at full attention.
"Fuck it," he said, raising his hips and slipping his boxers off. I kept
tickling higher, and Freddie spread his legs to give me full access to his
junk. I added his balls to my circles and then his dick. I slid down his
stomach and took the head of his dick in my mouth as I continued to tickle
his balls. Freddie put his hand in my hair and encouraged me to take more
of him, but I resisted. I wanted to work my way down slowly.
"Come on, Max," Freddie pleaded. "Suck my dick. It's getting to be too
much."
I raised up on my left arm and took him down my throat. I loved this angle,
as it allowed my to go deeper than any other. I slowly worked Black Bart in
and out of my throat. Freddie started moving his hips in rhythm with me. He
used his hand in my hair to control my pace.
"Oh my God," he said. "That feels so good."
Without thinking, I slicked my finger and started playing with Freddie's
ass. To my surprise, he opened and raised his legs. I pushed my finger in
to the first knuckle. I took Black Bart to the base and then pushed my
finger in to the second knuckle. I made small circles around Freddie's head
with my tongue and in his ass with my finger. He pulled me up and forced me
back down. I could tell he was getting close. I took him all the way down a
couple more times before he tensed, bucked, and filled my throat, gasping
as he did. I kept going, milking every drop I could out of him. When he was
done, I laid my head down on his stomach, letting Black Bart go soft in my
mouth.
"Jesus Christ, Max. That was the best blow job I've ever gotten. That was
fucking incredible."
I didn't say anything back. I fell asleep on his stomach.
When I woke up, I was on my right side, my head on the pillow, and Freddie
tucked behind me. Black Bart was at attention, pressing against my ass. I
reached around, expecting to feel him through his boxers. He was still
naked. I took Black Bart in my hand and started swirling my thumb around
the tip.
"What are you doing," Freddie asked into the back of my head.
"I want you to fuck me," I said. "One time."
I thought I'd have to convince him, but I didn't. "Take off your
underwear," Freddie urged, rolling onto his left side to fish a condom and
lube out of the bedside table. I did, and moved to my back.
Freddie pushed in slowly. Once he had worked himself all the way in, he
slid easily in and out, slowly working me into a sweat. He had been
kneeling at my ass. When he moved over me, he went in even deeper, and he
hit my prostate. I tingled all over.
"Right there, yes, right there."
"Oh, Max," he panted. "I'm about to nut."
Freddie, soaked with sweat, pulled out, yanked the condom off, and sprayed
all over my stomach and chest. He soaked me. I was shocked when he dabbed
some off my chest and put it in his mouth.
"I guess it is a little sweet," he said, grinning.
I grabbed my dick, intending to add my own cum to his. "I'll do that," he
said, taking hold of my dick. I was surprised and titillated and shot hard,
hitting the pillow and my face.
When we were cleaned up, Freddie offered that he had never shot as far as I
had.
"I get pretty good distance," I said. "By the way, why didn't you finish
inside me?"
"I don't like to come in a condom," he said. "And, I love spraying people
with cum. It turns me on."
Part Eleven
Graduation day was celebratory for the Bunch. We met each other's families,
took gobs of pictures, listened to boring speeches, and walked across the
stage as our names were called.
At "Mason Raymond Davis, Magna Cum Laude," I stepped forward, took my
diploma, and turned back toward my seat. I was stunned to see John in the
back of the auditorium, leaning against the wall. When we made eye contact,
he raised his eyebrows, just as he had when I first saw him, in the library
during his orientation tour.
I walked past my row and straight to John. He opened his arms, and I buried
myself in him.
"Congratulations, Carrot," he whispered in my ear.
"Oh, Josie, I can't believe you're here."
"I could not miss it," he said, and I immediately realized I had missed his
the year before. "You look great in a black dress, by the way."
I assume they kept calling names. I didn't hear them. I was too caught up
in the moment, holding John as tight as I could. We rocked back and forth.
"I need to kiss you," he said. We ducked into the vestibule, and John
buried his tongue in my mouth. He took my breath away.
"Can we get out of here?" he asked.
"Not just yet. My family's here. We're all going to dinner tonight. I need
to tell them I will meet them there."
I gave John the key to the apartment, and he headed out. As the auditorium
emptied, Freddie got to me first.
"John's here," I said.
"I saw. Kind of a surprising development, no?"
"Very."
"Good luck, but be careful. You were just starting to be happy again."
"I know."
When I got to the apartment, John was in my bed. He pulled the blanket away
to show me he was naked and hard. "I took a chance, Mace, that you and
Freddie are not together."
"We're not."
"I'm glad. Vi and I aren't either."
"What happened?"
"I will tell you later. Right now, get your clothes off and get in here."
I tore my clothes off, dove into the bed, and pulled John over on top of
me. We kissed and licked and sucked each other. As John delivered himself
slowly to me and stared into my eyes, I was overcome with emotion.
"I love you so much, John. Always and forever."
"I love you, too, Mason. Always and forever."
*****
As I write this 25 years later, I still love John. I still ache a little
when I think about him and what might have been.
We didn't last. Life -- and his inability to embrace it -- interfered. I
spent the summer in Chicago studying for the bar with Freddie. John went
back to D.C. to finish his clerkship. He had missed out on the Supreme
Court, but he had landed a job in the Solicitor General's office. So, he'd
be staying in D.C. once his clerkship was over.
I went to D.C. almost every weekend that summer. When I could not, John
came to Chicago.
After the bar exam, I headed to San Diego and my clerkship on the Ninth
Circuit. We were almost as far away from each other as we could be, and
long
-distance relationships were much harder then than they are now. And,
they're still hard.
John wanted me, but still only privately. Vi had broken up with him because
of the distance between them, not because John told her about me or about
us. John was no farther down the road than he had been.
While I was in San Diego, I met someone. It started innocently, at the gym.
I didn't even know Juan -- John, Juan, there must be something in the name
-- was gay until we were friends and working out together. I did know,
however, that he was hot. When I first saw "Looking," I did a double-take.
Richie looked exactly like Juan had looked when I met him, two decades
earlier.
After about six months, I realized I was falling for Juan. Part of Juan's
allure was that he lived openly. He was gay, and he didn't care. He didn't
flaunt it, but he didn't hide it, either.
I took John to Freddie's wedding. After the reception, we were in bed,
talking. My head was on his chest. Innocently, I asked "If you could marry
me, would you?"
"Mace, can we talk about something else?"
I had my answer. It was either "yes" or anything else, all of which meant
no.
I raised my head. "Why not?" I asked. "I'd marry you."
"Be realistic," he said. I let it drop.
I didn't sleep at all that night. When John woke up the next morning, I
knew what I had to do. I made slow, sweet love to him, and then had him
make slow, sweet love to me. As we recovered, I told John that what we had
was not enough for me. He was, but it was not.
"I know, Carrot," he said. "But, it is all I can give you. If it is not
enough, it is not enough."
There was no drama and there were no tears. We left Freddie's wedding
friends and vowed to stay that way. I flew west knowing he'd never be in
the back of the room, waiting to surprise me again.
I took Juan to John's wedding to Susan two years later. John introduced me
as his best friend from law school. I introduced Juan as my boyfriend.
John came to my wedding to Juan last summer, after the Supreme Court's
marriage equality ruling. He came alone. His marriage to Susan had not
lasted. His marriage to Claire had not lasted. And, his marriage to Cheryl
had not lasted.
As Juan worked the room, John and I sat and talked over gins and tonic. We
were both nostalgic. John asked, "Do you ever wonder how our lives would
have turned out if I had stolen you away to that island?"
"No," I said. "I'm living that life, just not with you."
"Touche, Carrot," John said. "Touche."
28) Finding a Best Buddy
I live in a small town. There isn't much going on and I haven't found a
release for my pent up sexual urges. I rent porn and jack off but I want
the real thing. I am divorced and actually went to a singles dance to see
if I might meet someone interesting. To me, interesting means a wanton
slut to explore my many fantasizes with. I guess I went the wrong night.
A fat woman asked me to dance. I was polite and danced with her but then
went home. Is there no hope I wondered? I even wondered about men but was
too bashful and clueless to investigate that. I am pretty sure I am bi but
haven't had a chance to find out.
I was in the back room of a video rental store looking at what to rent.
There was one other guy back there. I was a little embarrassed looking at
porn with another guy there. He smiled and said hello. He said his wife
sent him to rent a movie. I told him I was divorced and wasn't having much
luck finding the real thing so I was down to rental porn. He introduced
himself as Rick and I introduced myself as Pat and we chatted about life in
a small town,. We each picked a movie to rent and went to the check out
counter. He said he didn't have to get right home and asked if I wanted a
beer. I said sure. I felt a real connection to him.
After one too many beers he said his wife wouldn't be home for awhile and
said they have a killer hot tub and asked if I wanted to relax a bit in it.
I said I would like that if he didn't mind. He said they hadn't made any
real friends and he thought his wife would like me. I followed him to his
house and we went in and he got us more beer and we went to his hot tub
room. It was like stepping into the tropics, low hanging plants and plants
around the tub. He slurred a bit and said he was bashful and needed a few
beers before we got in the tub nude. He asked if I was ok with it. I said
I always wanted to do that. He turned away from me as he undressed. As he
stepped into the tub it was obvious his cock was semi hard. I was drunk
enough that I undressed before him and stepped into the tub with him, semi
hard too. We chatted a bit and I could see he liked me but seemed bashful.
He stood up, cock rigid now and said he would get another beer for us.
As he returned with more beer he said their sex life was about getting her
drunk and watching porn. I laughed and admitted that my sex life was
beating off by myself watching porn. We were both drunk and horny and he
slurred that he fantasized about watching another guy fuck her. I stood
up, waving my hard on at him and said I would volunteer. Rick said he
liked the looks of my cock and maybe we should jack off together. I
slurred, "Or jack each other off." He said that sounded hot.
Just then we heard a car door slam in the driveway He whispered to me, "Oh
shit, we better get dressed. Sue is home early." We dried off quickly and
got dressed, horny and frustrated about not getting to jack each other off.
The front door slammed and Sue yelled, "Hey lover, I'm ready for wine and
your new movie. I hope it is raunchy and hot." We stepped out of the hot
tub room and Rick slurred, "Hey honey, this is my new friend Pat. We had a
few beers and I brought him home and showed him our hot tub." Sue smiled
and said, "Hello Pat, I'm Sue. I'm glad that Rick brought home a good
looking man for a change. I see you guys are way ahead of me drinking.
Rick, get me some wine while I talk to Pat." I tried not to stare at Sue.
She was slender, wearing a short dress and was very good looking, short
blond hair and blue eyes.
Rick brought her wine and more beer for us. Sue sat between us and said,
"Ok Pat, tell me your story." As she drank I explained that I had moved
here after my divorce and didn't know many people. I said my wife decided
I wasn't intellectual enough. That I had attended a singles dance recently
but that didn't work out at all. Rick had been filling her wine glass and
he winked at me. Sue patted my leg and slurred, "With a body like yours I
think your wife screwed up. My husband Rick, who is getting me drunk,
makes up for whatever he lacks intellectually by being a killer sexually.
I have an idea, why don't you come back at about 10am in the morning and we
will all go on a wine hike." I said I would love that and Rick saw me out.
He said he thought Sue really liked me an to just wear shorts and maybe I
would get lucky. He patted my ass and said I was fucking hot. Somehow I
got home ok and wondered what tomorrow would bring.
I awok
e in a fog with my phone ringing. It was Rick whispering, "I can't
talk long. Sue thinks you are hot. Just wear shorts to turn her on. I'm
so glad I met you. It is too bad our hot tube time was cut short. I think
you are a man just like me." I thanked him for the call. I showered and
dressed in low cut baggy shorts with a slit up each side showing off my
hanging cock bulge. My t shirt showed off my upper torso.
I arrived on time at 10 and Rick opened the door. He was just wearing low
cut shorts outlining his nice piece of meat. He smiled and told me she
would go nuts when she saw me. He said she had been drinking and excited
about the hike. I told him it looked like he was excited too by the looks
of his shorts. He led me to the back patio and I saw Sue with a glass of
wine. I could hardly take my eyes off of her body. Long smooth bare legs,
low cut white shorts and a bandana for a bra holding her small tits and
pointy hard nipples. She drained her wine glass and saw, "Wow Pat, look at
you. We are going to have a fun hike. Have some wine."
Rick brought wine and we set off on a path through their back yard that
turned into a trail through the woods. We drank and laughed about
something or other as we walked. I think they might have a drinking
problem but that was fine with me. About an hour into the wine hike Sue
and Rick sat on a large rock to rest. She giggled drunkenly as Rick kissed
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