"I am so fucking horny," he said, and I concurred, cause a hangover always does that to me. Which was cracking both of us up and when he said he'd pick the dude over any of the other prospects and I agreed we really started to lose it. So even if it was a row with three old ladies in it we'd have to pick which one we'd fuck. I started this game where we rated the attractiveness of whichever females were bidding to get on the show.
Not unusual, we've always been comfortable with touch, but maybe it felt a little different that morning. Our plates were on the coffee table so we were kicking back and our legs were getting tangled and we just let them rest that way. The one thing I've always felt around him is comfortable and this morning was no different but maybe it was. So we had a big greasy breakfast, eggs and bacon and buttery toast and orange juice while we watched The Price is Right and joked around with each other. "Might've overdone it last night," he said. I groaned, and just a few moments later he groaned from his bedroom down the hall and then we laughed. When I woke up the light was right on my face and it was hot and I realized it wasn't morning light, it was afternoon light. If it was more than a few, I'd crash on his couch or he'd crash on mine and his wife would flirt a little with me on her way out the door or vice versa.Īnd this was one of those times, except we hadn't had just a few the night before, we'd had a lot. We'd meet up at the bar, throw a few beers back. We got into this routine of getting together on Monday nights, cause we both typically had Tuesdays off while our wives worked normal schedules.
Not that our hangouts were always that heavy. And I think we were both realizing just how carefree and fun our high school and college years really were, and that we might not ever get that back again. My wife couldn't get pregnant and it was causing a strain. We were both happy, and I kind of loved being a paramedic and he kind of loved being a cop and we both loved our wives and were thinking about kids and all that.Īnd then gradually things got more complicated, but in a way that only drew us closer. Our wives became good friends and, gradually, we reconnected in a way that only two old friends can, having long conversations where we took stock of where we were and how far we'd come. We didn't have a double wedding (haha) but we did get married the same year and he was my best man I was his. We were both in love, more deeply than we'd ever been with anybody else, and in the meantime I started training to be a paramedic and he started training to be a cop. I wouldn't say we drifted apart, because we still saw each other all the time, but it was like we needed some distance in order to grow up. So we drifted for a while, living together, waiting tables at the same restaurant.Īnd then he met somebody and I met somebody and just like that life seemed to get real serious. I majored in philosophy of all things and he majored in political science and when we graduated (together) neither of us knew what the hell to do with our lives. We were similar in the fact that college didn't do much for us. It was fun and, yeah, hot in a crazy way, and we were all laughing about it and it never changed anything. And, since I'm being honest and everything here, during one of those encounters my hand kinda found his cock and his hand kinda found mine and Lainey, she was the girl we were with, suggested maybe we go a little further so we did and I sucked his and he sucked mine. We fucked a couple girls together, and that never seemed weird, it was just fun. We dated together all throughout college - it never seemed weird, we just ran in the same social circle, a circle in which we were inevitably the locus. We went to college together, sort of by chance but it only cemented our bond.
And we elevated each other as the years went by, I became more popular and came out of my shell and from me he got permission to indulge his intellectual side and show that he was more than just a jock. Back then I was pretty much a geek and he was popular but he thought I was funny and I thought he was cool and we wound up hanging out all the time. A secret for sure but that was nothing different for us, we'd always been close, always told each other things we wouldn't tell anybody else. It seemed that way for a while, at least just something we did for fun, something that didn't mean anything, a goof, a lark.