| Chapter 8 |
They met at seven o’clock in the lobby of the Anatole Hotel. On the way, thinking about an
entire night with James, David had stopped at a drugstore for a tube of KY Jelly. Standing
in the aisle, after a lengthy search, he stared at the slender box for a moment, then looked
up toward the register. A teenage girl was behind the counter waiting on a line of women
that were waiting to check out. He had shaving cream, toothpaste and a half dozen other
items in his arms before he reached the counter.
James arranged for the room and went up first. David and Tim went up separately on
different elevators. The room overlooked Stemmons Freeway and the glittering lights of
Dallas. David discreetly took the lubricant from his brief case and placed it on the
nightstand. They found themselves sitting in nervous anticipation at the table near the
window, staring absently at each other’s HIV results. Then David ripped them into small
pieces as he walked to the bathroom. After flushing the shredded forms, he rejoined the
others, taking the chair next to Tim.
“Here we are,” he ventured awkwardly.
Tim and James nodded. James was studying his own hands.
“My wife doesn’t expect me home before sunup,” Tim mentioned.
James looked up. “Mine expects me to be out all night, too.”
A short silence passed before David came to the point. “Okay…” He looked at Tim.
“When James and I decided to try this, we had no idea what to expect. We made no
assumptions. But I have to say, and I know James feels the same way, I find you very
attractive. Just looking at you damn near takes my breath away.”
Tim reached out and touched David’s face. When Tim’s thumb brushed over his lips,
shivers raced across the fine hairs on the back of his neck.
Tim rested his forearms on the table. A gleam of adventure sparkled in his blue eyes.
“Saturday, when we drove over to Addison, all kinds of things went through my mind. I
wanted to talk about them but the timing seemed inappropriate. I haven’t been able to think
about anything else since we met last Friday.” He looked at the tabletop and toyed with the
ashtray. “I’ve had fantasies about circumstances like these—what I’d like to do in private
with other men.” He smiled. “Like taking my clothes off while other men watch.”
James and David stared at him, at a loss—they had already had a few fantasies of their
own concerning their new companion. The unexpected suggestion ignited their
imaginations.
David, nervously drumming his fingers on the table, realized Tim was waiting for a
response. “Well ... no time like the present.”
Tim smiled, stood and kissed the top of his head. He then stepped over behind James,
who tilted his head when the young man leaned close to his neck with a lingering kiss.
Feeling passive and aroused, James closed his eyes and melted with the feel of warm
breath on his skin.
Tim went to the middle of the room and ran his fingers back through his blond hair. His
persona had changed, as if he were alone and unwatched. He looked around as if the
intimate space had evolved from a pleasant dream. The room, illuminated by nothing more
than city lights twinkling through the glass, took on the aura of his arousing presence. He
unbuttoned his shirt, pulled the tail free, then lifted it off his shoulders and let it slip down his
arms and fall to the floor.
David sat motionless, absorbed in the good fortune of finding a man like Tim. He could
hardly believe his eyes. On Saturday, when he and Tim visited the construction site, they
had talked about many things, from which David gleaned his passion for life. Now this, this
erotic side, this subtle talent for stealing a man’s mind completely.
Across the table, his elbows propped, James sat with his jaw resting atop his fist, his eyes
fixed with enchantment. Lost in the aura Tim had created, involuntary sensations tightened
his legs as he watched the uninhibited moves of a young man at one with his own body.
Tim kicked off his sandals. His hands swept down his chest and came to rest at the front of
his jeans. He unbuttoned them and slipped them down his legs in one fluid motion, then
lifted one leg at a time to pull them off. Next his briefs, and they too found their way to his
ankles. He stepped out of them in the gaze of two captivated men, and his skin tingled as
their eyes implored him to go on with his sensual display of the flawless symmetry of youth.
They were the antics of a man being made love to, not with a caress or a kiss, but with the
intensity of a gaze. He turned and parted his legs and leaned forward, placing his hands
flat on the carpet, presenting a different perspective of the taut lines and shadows of his
lithe male form. Strewn with fine blond hair, long willowy legs joined two fleshy globes,
between them the sway of testicles. Within the crease darker shades hinted at more; that
hidden access to a man’s inner warmth that gives and receives if its owner is so inclined.
Just a glimpse before Tim’s hands came up the back of his legs and grasped the two
halves, a tease before he stood and turned to face them.
His thin torso narrowed at the waist. Below the belly, of average size, his uncut penis lifted
outward from within a vague swathe of curly blond hair. Hiding the glans, the foreskin
extended a half-inch off the end like a succulent nipple. He went for the lubricant and
stepped closer to James, squeezing a drop on his finger. Turning again, he leaned and
reached back and grasped a white cheek, parting it as the other hand came through his
legs. The small hole flexed with the circular caress of a slippery finger.
The finger disappeared inside. James sighed. “Oh God!” he whispered, watching the
anus dilate around the finger. Spellbound and staring, he watched Tim turn his attention to
David.
The dim light illuminated Tim’s body just enough to heighten the mystery, as if he had
stepped nude from the shadows behind him. As he neared, toying with the flaccid nipple,
his new companion found it impossible to relax. The fingertip wormed inside and drew
back the yielding skin to expose the glans, a glistening dark fleshy pink. A distinctive musk
reached David’s nose, powerful enough to change one’s body’s chemistry and awaken a
sense of urgency. This was it. This defined the secrets of David’s soul. He wanted to
touch, to taste, to feel the slippery glans between his lips. This, to a man like him, was life’s
treasure.
Years of imaginings had not prepared him for Tim, the visual and the smell of exposed
manhood, the youthful beauty and movements that sent tingles down his arms with these
first few steps on the wrong side of a forbidden bridge. If their first moments together had
been awkward, all three were now at one with themselves and their companions. Neither
lawyer, nor contractor had ever conceived anything so intimate, let alone dreamt of being
accomplice to it. Drawn into the fertile Eden of Tim’s imagination, their every fiber was
alive and responsive to his presence. The world outside had ceased to exist—there was
only need. No thought was given to consequence, no fear other than the night passing too
quickly.
An hour later, they lay exhausted in sensual contentment, three men side-by-side on sheets
damp with the aroma of semen and sweat.
David was staring at James, the aftermath alive in his nostrils, thinking about how beautiful
James looked lying that way in the soft light, thinking about tomorrow. A sense of reserve
came over him.
What are we getting ourselves into, he wondered as his eyes shifted to Tim, who had
collapsed on the other side of James. He felt redefined, that he had allowed his urges to
bring him here and take part in acts that should be taboo, that it had tainted his marriage.
But it was more than lust, not that anyone beyond the three of them would understand. It
was part of his very being, a void now filled by being here with other men this way. How
could it be wrong to obey his instincts, to respond to a need that had entered the world with
him?
David broke the silence. “I can’t believe how turned on I got.”
James and Tim remained silent.
David got on his elbow and let his eyes rest on a beautiful and unique young man. The guilt
had abated, displaced by a kind of rapture induced by the innocence and mysteries of
Tim's mind. Both naïve in a youthful way and perceptive beyond his years, just looking at
the young blond brought a smile. “How does reality compare with your fantasies?” David
asked.
“Mine have all changed. You think you know what it’ll be like, but you don’t. You have to
breathe the smell of a man’s skin, and know what it’s like to touch him where you’ve not
supposed to.” Tim lifted his head and glanced at his new lovers. “You know what you
want. You just don’t realize how much it really is inside you.”
David knew what he meant. “You clip along year after year, going about your daily affairs,
trying to ignore the itch. You finally give in. Then you realize the whole world is wrong.”
Tim put his hands behind his head. “Yeah. We can declare they’re wrong. Why not?
They're all outside these four walls, anyway.”
“Damn fine piece of luck, the day you read our ad.”
“That’s for damn sure,” James added.
David looked between Tim’s legs. “You make me feel cheated.”
Tim tilted his head to see what David was looking at. “How’s that?”
“Yours hasn’t had part of the skin cut off,” he said, reaching over James with curiosity. Two
fingers lifted the flaccid cock by the overhang of foreskin.
Tim crossed his ankles. “My mother was a hippie. Circumcision was out of the question.”
David leaned over James for a closer look, fascinated by the foreskin, the way it hung off
the end. He leaned closer and sucked and pulled at it with his lips.
“Um ... tastes salty.”
“Be careful,” Tim warned. “You’ll get me started again.”
David looked up at him and smiled. “That’s happening to me already. Glad we have all
night.” He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, feeling warm. He got up and walked
to the thermostat and turned it down a couple degrees. Pausing as he approached the
bed, he looked at the two naked men lying side-by-side, thinking about the choice he had
made. It was a night that would forever be part of his consciousness, a memory that could
very well steal his mind during a meeting or conversation, even with Linda. It was also a
night he could never regret. It seemed the beast inside him had been calmed.
He looked down at his damp chest, lost in thought. “It’s warm in here,” he said distantly,
running his fingers across his chest, then passing them before his nose. “Think I’ll wait a
while to shower off.” He got back on the bed with a feeling of euphoria, like the lingering
effect of a drug, something he wanted to savor.
James rolled over and propped himself on an elbow, also captivated by Tim’s penis. He
took it in his hand. “If mine looked like this, I’d have it out looking at it all the time.” He
marveled at how the foreskin slid so easily over the glans. “I’ll never understand this. What
most men call unnatural, I can’t get enough of. Doesn’t that seem odd?”
Tim parted his legs a little further and closed his eyes. “Hmm. I’m not so sure most men
would find it unnatural. They’re supposed to, that’s true. But what’s down deep inside?
Most of them won’t admit it, but who knows how many there are that have private fantasies
about doing what you’re doing?”
“I’ve wondered about that a thousand times,” David put in. “James and I talked about it the
other day.”
Tim arched his knee and reached down to scratch his calf. “It doesn’t matter one way or
another. It’s what our wives think. Rosemary would stand behind me if I robbed a bank.
She’d never forgive what I’ve done tonight. It doesn’t matter if I was born this way, or that I
would lay down my life to protect her, or work fifteen hours a day to provide for her. She’d
stand beside me no matter what, except for this. We can never hope our women will
understand.”
David sat up and looked at Tim. “Did you say you went to college?”
“No. Why?”
“No reason. Just thinking about the guys with graduate degrees I’ve known who could learn
a few things from you.”
“I’ve already learned a couple of things from him,” said James, “…and you,” he added
looking over at David. “For the first time in my life, I love being who I am.” He looked up at
Tim’s face, which reflected the pleasures of his caress. “David thinks we’ll cool off after a
while. What do you think?" he asked, then lowered his head and took the uncircumcised
cock into his mouth.
Distracted, Tim placed his hands behind his head and released a breath. “I think that feels
good is what I think.” He found it most awkward to answer a question asked by a man
fondling his testicles. “Cool off? Just now that seems unlikely. Being here with you guys …
I don’t know. If there’s going to be five of us ultimately, which is beyond any fantasy I’ve ever
had, I’d say the possibility of cooling off is remote.” His leg muscles tensed. “God James
... you’re good at that.”
“You never get that at home?” David asked.
“Mmm … Sometimes. Rosemary does it because she thinks I want her to, not because
she likes doing it. There’s a difference. Men like doing it.”
David looked on, thinking about Linda. He had recognized his wife’s reluctance to perform
oral sex a long time ago, and his awareness of that had reduced the pleasure when she did
do it. It had not been an issue; he figured it was the way women were.
His thoughts shifted to the envelopes that had likely accumulated in the post box. He had
let them pile up a few days. That box brought them Tim—would it provide two more? He
watched James get up on his knees. A pair of long blond legs rose intuitively to rest on
muscular shoulders, and two men reentered the throes of passion. Could that box actually
bring five men together, two more with their own unique contributions?
David leaned quietly against the headboard. He saw faces lost to pleasure and fingers
grasping at sheets and blond testicles jumping about on the impact of jarring thrusts. The
euphoria expanded inside his chest. They still had most of the night before them.
♦ ♦ ♦
At noon the next day David’s eyes opened when he felt the bed covers thrown off the bed.
He lay naked on the sheet, blinking at bright daylight as the weight of Linda’s body came
down on the bed. She leaned closer to him and stroked his unruly hair.
“This is a first. You’ve never slept ‘til noon before.”
“It’s noon? Already?”
“Yes, my love. So would you like breakfast or lunch?”
“Right now, a toilet.” He got up on his elbow.
Linda leaned in to kiss his neck. She smacked her lips. “You taste good, like you just
stepped out of a shower. I was expecting beer and cigars.”
He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, remembering the shower he had taken before leaving
the room. His groggy, semi-conscious state turned into alarm. My God! I’ll be damned if
some tiny little detail won’t trip us up. “Uh ... I think one of those guys did have a cigar. I
forgot to pick one up.”
“Someone hose you guys down after the game?”
“No. I took a shower before leaving the room. Got drowsy. Thought a little cold water
would wake me up before I drove home.”
“No wonder. You haven’t stayed out all night since college. …Did you win?”
His mind was spinning a mile a minute. “Well, actually I found out I need to brush up my
poker skills.” And my lying skills!
“Then you lost?”
“Yeah. Afraid so.” He looked at her with a vague smile, her radiant face lit with curiosity.
“At least you had a chance to play. Have fun?”
“Yeah, you know, a few guys get together and cut loose with beer and bad jokes. It’s fun.”
“I know,” she said mockingly. “I can’t imagine anything I’d rather do all night long.”
He sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed.
“Are you going to the office today?” she asked.
“Thought I’d go in to make sure we’re still in business.”
“Good idea. Bacon and eggs okay?”
“Sounds great. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
He turned and watched her walk out of the room. A sudden nervous tension came into his
hands. As good a fabrication as Thursday night poker seemed to be, he had not
anticipated specific questions about the game. He ran his hand back over his head. In a
few minutes he would be sitting with her at the breakfast table. He knew his wife well. She
would have more questions about the game. She would be curious about the other men he
played cards with, and he realized so would Shasha. James was likely facing these same
questions. They would be telling their wives a pack of conflicting lies. A big problem. What
if the two women got together for lunch, compared notes and then realized their husbands
were lying bastards?
Shit!
He walked into the bathroom like a lost child and looked at his face in the mirror. You
dumb sonofabitch. If you’re gonna lie, you have to cover your ass better than this.
entire night with James, David had stopped at a drugstore for a tube of KY Jelly. Standing
in the aisle, after a lengthy search, he stared at the slender box for a moment, then looked
up toward the register. A teenage girl was behind the counter waiting on a line of women
that were waiting to check out. He had shaving cream, toothpaste and a half dozen other
items in his arms before he reached the counter.
James arranged for the room and went up first. David and Tim went up separately on
different elevators. The room overlooked Stemmons Freeway and the glittering lights of
Dallas. David discreetly took the lubricant from his brief case and placed it on the
nightstand. They found themselves sitting in nervous anticipation at the table near the
window, staring absently at each other’s HIV results. Then David ripped them into small
pieces as he walked to the bathroom. After flushing the shredded forms, he rejoined the
others, taking the chair next to Tim.
“Here we are,” he ventured awkwardly.
Tim and James nodded. James was studying his own hands.
“My wife doesn’t expect me home before sunup,” Tim mentioned.
James looked up. “Mine expects me to be out all night, too.”
A short silence passed before David came to the point. “Okay…” He looked at Tim.
“When James and I decided to try this, we had no idea what to expect. We made no
assumptions. But I have to say, and I know James feels the same way, I find you very
attractive. Just looking at you damn near takes my breath away.”
Tim reached out and touched David’s face. When Tim’s thumb brushed over his lips,
shivers raced across the fine hairs on the back of his neck.
Tim rested his forearms on the table. A gleam of adventure sparkled in his blue eyes.
“Saturday, when we drove over to Addison, all kinds of things went through my mind. I
wanted to talk about them but the timing seemed inappropriate. I haven’t been able to think
about anything else since we met last Friday.” He looked at the tabletop and toyed with the
ashtray. “I’ve had fantasies about circumstances like these—what I’d like to do in private
with other men.” He smiled. “Like taking my clothes off while other men watch.”
James and David stared at him, at a loss—they had already had a few fantasies of their
own concerning their new companion. The unexpected suggestion ignited their
imaginations.
David, nervously drumming his fingers on the table, realized Tim was waiting for a
response. “Well ... no time like the present.”
Tim smiled, stood and kissed the top of his head. He then stepped over behind James,
who tilted his head when the young man leaned close to his neck with a lingering kiss.
Feeling passive and aroused, James closed his eyes and melted with the feel of warm
breath on his skin.
Tim went to the middle of the room and ran his fingers back through his blond hair. His
persona had changed, as if he were alone and unwatched. He looked around as if the
intimate space had evolved from a pleasant dream. The room, illuminated by nothing more
than city lights twinkling through the glass, took on the aura of his arousing presence. He
unbuttoned his shirt, pulled the tail free, then lifted it off his shoulders and let it slip down his
arms and fall to the floor.
David sat motionless, absorbed in the good fortune of finding a man like Tim. He could
hardly believe his eyes. On Saturday, when he and Tim visited the construction site, they
had talked about many things, from which David gleaned his passion for life. Now this, this
erotic side, this subtle talent for stealing a man’s mind completely.
Across the table, his elbows propped, James sat with his jaw resting atop his fist, his eyes
fixed with enchantment. Lost in the aura Tim had created, involuntary sensations tightened
his legs as he watched the uninhibited moves of a young man at one with his own body.
Tim kicked off his sandals. His hands swept down his chest and came to rest at the front of
his jeans. He unbuttoned them and slipped them down his legs in one fluid motion, then
lifted one leg at a time to pull them off. Next his briefs, and they too found their way to his
ankles. He stepped out of them in the gaze of two captivated men, and his skin tingled as
their eyes implored him to go on with his sensual display of the flawless symmetry of youth.
They were the antics of a man being made love to, not with a caress or a kiss, but with the
intensity of a gaze. He turned and parted his legs and leaned forward, placing his hands
flat on the carpet, presenting a different perspective of the taut lines and shadows of his
lithe male form. Strewn with fine blond hair, long willowy legs joined two fleshy globes,
between them the sway of testicles. Within the crease darker shades hinted at more; that
hidden access to a man’s inner warmth that gives and receives if its owner is so inclined.
Just a glimpse before Tim’s hands came up the back of his legs and grasped the two
halves, a tease before he stood and turned to face them.
His thin torso narrowed at the waist. Below the belly, of average size, his uncut penis lifted
outward from within a vague swathe of curly blond hair. Hiding the glans, the foreskin
extended a half-inch off the end like a succulent nipple. He went for the lubricant and
stepped closer to James, squeezing a drop on his finger. Turning again, he leaned and
reached back and grasped a white cheek, parting it as the other hand came through his
legs. The small hole flexed with the circular caress of a slippery finger.
The finger disappeared inside. James sighed. “Oh God!” he whispered, watching the
anus dilate around the finger. Spellbound and staring, he watched Tim turn his attention to
David.
The dim light illuminated Tim’s body just enough to heighten the mystery, as if he had
stepped nude from the shadows behind him. As he neared, toying with the flaccid nipple,
his new companion found it impossible to relax. The fingertip wormed inside and drew
back the yielding skin to expose the glans, a glistening dark fleshy pink. A distinctive musk
reached David’s nose, powerful enough to change one’s body’s chemistry and awaken a
sense of urgency. This was it. This defined the secrets of David’s soul. He wanted to
touch, to taste, to feel the slippery glans between his lips. This, to a man like him, was life’s
treasure.
Years of imaginings had not prepared him for Tim, the visual and the smell of exposed
manhood, the youthful beauty and movements that sent tingles down his arms with these
first few steps on the wrong side of a forbidden bridge. If their first moments together had
been awkward, all three were now at one with themselves and their companions. Neither
lawyer, nor contractor had ever conceived anything so intimate, let alone dreamt of being
accomplice to it. Drawn into the fertile Eden of Tim’s imagination, their every fiber was
alive and responsive to his presence. The world outside had ceased to exist—there was
only need. No thought was given to consequence, no fear other than the night passing too
quickly.
An hour later, they lay exhausted in sensual contentment, three men side-by-side on sheets
damp with the aroma of semen and sweat.
David was staring at James, the aftermath alive in his nostrils, thinking about how beautiful
James looked lying that way in the soft light, thinking about tomorrow. A sense of reserve
came over him.
What are we getting ourselves into, he wondered as his eyes shifted to Tim, who had
collapsed on the other side of James. He felt redefined, that he had allowed his urges to
bring him here and take part in acts that should be taboo, that it had tainted his marriage.
But it was more than lust, not that anyone beyond the three of them would understand. It
was part of his very being, a void now filled by being here with other men this way. How
could it be wrong to obey his instincts, to respond to a need that had entered the world with
him?
David broke the silence. “I can’t believe how turned on I got.”
James and Tim remained silent.
David got on his elbow and let his eyes rest on a beautiful and unique young man. The guilt
had abated, displaced by a kind of rapture induced by the innocence and mysteries of
Tim's mind. Both naïve in a youthful way and perceptive beyond his years, just looking at
the young blond brought a smile. “How does reality compare with your fantasies?” David
asked.
“Mine have all changed. You think you know what it’ll be like, but you don’t. You have to
breathe the smell of a man’s skin, and know what it’s like to touch him where you’ve not
supposed to.” Tim lifted his head and glanced at his new lovers. “You know what you
want. You just don’t realize how much it really is inside you.”
David knew what he meant. “You clip along year after year, going about your daily affairs,
trying to ignore the itch. You finally give in. Then you realize the whole world is wrong.”
Tim put his hands behind his head. “Yeah. We can declare they’re wrong. Why not?
They're all outside these four walls, anyway.”
“Damn fine piece of luck, the day you read our ad.”
“That’s for damn sure,” James added.
David looked between Tim’s legs. “You make me feel cheated.”
Tim tilted his head to see what David was looking at. “How’s that?”
“Yours hasn’t had part of the skin cut off,” he said, reaching over James with curiosity. Two
fingers lifted the flaccid cock by the overhang of foreskin.
Tim crossed his ankles. “My mother was a hippie. Circumcision was out of the question.”
David leaned over James for a closer look, fascinated by the foreskin, the way it hung off
the end. He leaned closer and sucked and pulled at it with his lips.
“Um ... tastes salty.”
“Be careful,” Tim warned. “You’ll get me started again.”
David looked up at him and smiled. “That’s happening to me already. Glad we have all
night.” He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, feeling warm. He got up and walked
to the thermostat and turned it down a couple degrees. Pausing as he approached the
bed, he looked at the two naked men lying side-by-side, thinking about the choice he had
made. It was a night that would forever be part of his consciousness, a memory that could
very well steal his mind during a meeting or conversation, even with Linda. It was also a
night he could never regret. It seemed the beast inside him had been calmed.
He looked down at his damp chest, lost in thought. “It’s warm in here,” he said distantly,
running his fingers across his chest, then passing them before his nose. “Think I’ll wait a
while to shower off.” He got back on the bed with a feeling of euphoria, like the lingering
effect of a drug, something he wanted to savor.
James rolled over and propped himself on an elbow, also captivated by Tim’s penis. He
took it in his hand. “If mine looked like this, I’d have it out looking at it all the time.” He
marveled at how the foreskin slid so easily over the glans. “I’ll never understand this. What
most men call unnatural, I can’t get enough of. Doesn’t that seem odd?”
Tim parted his legs a little further and closed his eyes. “Hmm. I’m not so sure most men
would find it unnatural. They’re supposed to, that’s true. But what’s down deep inside?
Most of them won’t admit it, but who knows how many there are that have private fantasies
about doing what you’re doing?”
“I’ve wondered about that a thousand times,” David put in. “James and I talked about it the
other day.”
Tim arched his knee and reached down to scratch his calf. “It doesn’t matter one way or
another. It’s what our wives think. Rosemary would stand behind me if I robbed a bank.
She’d never forgive what I’ve done tonight. It doesn’t matter if I was born this way, or that I
would lay down my life to protect her, or work fifteen hours a day to provide for her. She’d
stand beside me no matter what, except for this. We can never hope our women will
understand.”
David sat up and looked at Tim. “Did you say you went to college?”
“No. Why?”
“No reason. Just thinking about the guys with graduate degrees I’ve known who could learn
a few things from you.”
“I’ve already learned a couple of things from him,” said James, “…and you,” he added
looking over at David. “For the first time in my life, I love being who I am.” He looked up at
Tim’s face, which reflected the pleasures of his caress. “David thinks we’ll cool off after a
while. What do you think?" he asked, then lowered his head and took the uncircumcised
cock into his mouth.
Distracted, Tim placed his hands behind his head and released a breath. “I think that feels
good is what I think.” He found it most awkward to answer a question asked by a man
fondling his testicles. “Cool off? Just now that seems unlikely. Being here with you guys …
I don’t know. If there’s going to be five of us ultimately, which is beyond any fantasy I’ve ever
had, I’d say the possibility of cooling off is remote.” His leg muscles tensed. “God James
... you’re good at that.”
“You never get that at home?” David asked.
“Mmm … Sometimes. Rosemary does it because she thinks I want her to, not because
she likes doing it. There’s a difference. Men like doing it.”
David looked on, thinking about Linda. He had recognized his wife’s reluctance to perform
oral sex a long time ago, and his awareness of that had reduced the pleasure when she did
do it. It had not been an issue; he figured it was the way women were.
His thoughts shifted to the envelopes that had likely accumulated in the post box. He had
let them pile up a few days. That box brought them Tim—would it provide two more? He
watched James get up on his knees. A pair of long blond legs rose intuitively to rest on
muscular shoulders, and two men reentered the throes of passion. Could that box actually
bring five men together, two more with their own unique contributions?
David leaned quietly against the headboard. He saw faces lost to pleasure and fingers
grasping at sheets and blond testicles jumping about on the impact of jarring thrusts. The
euphoria expanded inside his chest. They still had most of the night before them.
♦ ♦ ♦
At noon the next day David’s eyes opened when he felt the bed covers thrown off the bed.
He lay naked on the sheet, blinking at bright daylight as the weight of Linda’s body came
down on the bed. She leaned closer to him and stroked his unruly hair.
“This is a first. You’ve never slept ‘til noon before.”
“It’s noon? Already?”
“Yes, my love. So would you like breakfast or lunch?”
“Right now, a toilet.” He got up on his elbow.
Linda leaned in to kiss his neck. She smacked her lips. “You taste good, like you just
stepped out of a shower. I was expecting beer and cigars.”
He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, remembering the shower he had taken before leaving
the room. His groggy, semi-conscious state turned into alarm. My God! I’ll be damned if
some tiny little detail won’t trip us up. “Uh ... I think one of those guys did have a cigar. I
forgot to pick one up.”
“Someone hose you guys down after the game?”
“No. I took a shower before leaving the room. Got drowsy. Thought a little cold water
would wake me up before I drove home.”
“No wonder. You haven’t stayed out all night since college. …Did you win?”
His mind was spinning a mile a minute. “Well, actually I found out I need to brush up my
poker skills.” And my lying skills!
“Then you lost?”
“Yeah. Afraid so.” He looked at her with a vague smile, her radiant face lit with curiosity.
“At least you had a chance to play. Have fun?”
“Yeah, you know, a few guys get together and cut loose with beer and bad jokes. It’s fun.”
“I know,” she said mockingly. “I can’t imagine anything I’d rather do all night long.”
He sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed.
“Are you going to the office today?” she asked.
“Thought I’d go in to make sure we’re still in business.”
“Good idea. Bacon and eggs okay?”
“Sounds great. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
He turned and watched her walk out of the room. A sudden nervous tension came into his
hands. As good a fabrication as Thursday night poker seemed to be, he had not
anticipated specific questions about the game. He ran his hand back over his head. In a
few minutes he would be sitting with her at the breakfast table. He knew his wife well. She
would have more questions about the game. She would be curious about the other men he
played cards with, and he realized so would Shasha. James was likely facing these same
questions. They would be telling their wives a pack of conflicting lies. A big problem. What
if the two women got together for lunch, compared notes and then realized their husbands
were lying bastards?
Shit!
He walked into the bathroom like a lost child and looked at his face in the mirror. You
dumb sonofabitch. If you’re gonna lie, you have to cover your ass better than this.
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