Jason
Even though this dude is sitting right here in front of me, I still can’t figure out what it is about him that I can’t trust. Inviting him over tonight is just the first step in trying to understand this guy.
“Where’s your bathroom,” Ken asks me, bringing me back to the table where we’ve been talking and drinking.
Three beers in for each of us. “Down the hall, first room on the left,” I watch him meander down the hall, then go back to my thoughts.
I decide to grab a couple more beers and open them, placing them on the table. He did have a good spin on the boss’ idea though. He’s coming back to the table. Offering a beer to him, he takes it as he turns to the sofa.
“Mind if we go sit back on the couch?” he asks as he takes the beer and downs another swig.
“Sure,” I say, getting up from the table. I see him walk toward the couch and sit down. I take a seat a person away from him, pulling one knee up and leaving the other on the floor.
He looks lost in thought, sitting over the couch, head down, and a beer in his hand. He takes a drink and turns to face me. “Jason, I’ve a feeling that I can trust you with what I’m about to tell you.”
Surprise makes my heart race, just a little though. This is it. He’s going to admit that he’s been the one sabotaging the machinery. “I’m all ears.” I tip the bottle in his direction and pour another drink down my throat. Looking at the bottle label, I’m feeling the boozy fog wash over me. The brown liquid is soothing and I enjoy being able to share them with another.
“Well, I’ve not told too many people this. Probably from embarrassment,” he says chugging the remainder of his beer, and setting it on the coffee table. “I once was married to my high school sweetheart.”
Well, this took a turn that I didn’t expect, I will my heart to settle for the gravity of this information. “What happened that you’re not with her still?” Ken looks sullen, like a dark cloud is brooding over his head.
Blowing out a deep breath, he begins again. “She cheated on me with my best friend.”
My jaw drops for a minute while I try to process the information. “Damn man, that sucks dick,” I say, inching a little closer to him.
“I’m more upset with my ex-best friend, than I am with Kelly,” he hangs his head once more, slipping into the past memories. “I thought we were doing pretty good, and then I find a note on the table. She’s gone. With him. A year later the divorce papers came. So, I signed them.”
He looks at me and repositions himself on the couch, a little closer than before. Elbow on the back of the couch, looking like it’s bolstering him. I shake my head in disbelief. “That’s a shitty friend, if you don’t mind that I say so.”
Ken is staring off in the distance once again. Still staring, he says to me, “It’s fine. I hated him for it because we’d been friends since toddlerhood. Our parents were friends, so we became close friends too.”
“They both made me a laughing stock, a fool, and it forced me to question my judgment,” he finally composes himself and looks me in the eyes. “I ended up leaving here because everywhere I looked, I saw her. And him. And me, as an idiot.”
“Ken, you’re not a laughing stock, and certainly no fool,” I scoot a little more toward him and pat him on the back. “It’s bullshit, what they did to you. You know, they say that living well is the best revenge.”
“Thanks,” he says, somberly. “I’ve moved around doing different jobs in other places. I figured that I might as well come back and face my past in order to move on.”
“See, you did that and you met me,” I joke, trying to cheer him up. My hands are in the air and I’ve a huge exaggerated grin on my face, from the beers, no doubt.
He quietly chuckles, scooting closer to me and I can see that his dick is hard in his pants. “I don’t want to be vengeful or angry anymore. I’m tired of it,” he says dejectedly. “It’s like carrying around a five-hundred-pound weight on a daily basis. I just want to live and have some fun.”
He looks down at my pants as he scoots even closer to me. Ken can see that I’ve got a raging hard on and I don’t really know why. He’s so close that I can smell the beer on his breath. I set my bottle on the table and enjoy a gulp of anxiety. Not really, it doesn’t taste that good.
“We can have some fun right now,” I suggest with my heart racing.
“Like what?” he asks while he reaches his hand for the bulge in my pants.
His hand rubs the stiff rod in my pants, and it feels so good. I decide to dive into the fun of it and start massaging his crotch rocket. He’s so hard that I’m ashamed of my dick.
No, I’m not. Ashamed of my dick that is. I unbuckle the belt and the top of his pants. He pulls them down to his knees and lays back, watching as I undo mine. I sit next to him and tease his already massive cock.
Ken reaches over and tugs at the tip of my penis. He uses his thumb to spread the semen dripping from the tip and makes it lube my tube. Then, I feel the electricity of his motion on my dick moving up my spine and into my head. I softly moan and tug at his dick, until we’re both whacking each other off.
Hard dicks, fast breathing and motions.
Hot hands make the temp really rise.
Ken comes first and then I feel the jolt of energy release from my body. As we stand up, we don’t make any eye contact. I, for one, feel embarrassed and I’m guessing he does as well.
“See you tomorrow,” Ken puts his boots on and leaves, going to his car from my door.
“Yep,” I say, closing the door and leaning on it. I put my hands to my forehead. What have I done?