Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

Part Four

Wardo and I did not speak of Paris for the next ten years. But, we remained best friends. While he coached me to stop acting twice my age, I coached him to stop being the youngest child, always waiting or everyone else to take care of him.

Six weeks before Wardo's wedding, I organized a bachelor's party for him in Vegas, as best men do. On Saturday, we went on a pub crawl. Wardo and I were the last two standing. We decided to have a final final in the hotel bar.

Over scotch, I finally raised Paris. "Other than me, have you ever been with another guy?"

"No. Just you. Just that once. Just that night."

"Twice. Night and morning."

Wardo blushed and added quietly, "Right. Twice. Night and morning."

We sat quietly and sipped our scotch. I looked directly at him. He returned my look. It was as intimate as a look can be.

"I never expected that," I said. "I had fantasized about it since I was old enough to realize sex was a thing, but I never expected that fantasy to come true."

"Me, either. I did not even know you were gay. When you touched my dick, something just came over me. When you finished jerking me off, I expected to feel shitty and dirty. I didn't. I felt happy, and I slept so soundly and so peacefully and so . . . joyfully. The next morning, I had no idea what I was doing. I woke up wrapped around you, and desire just took over. It just seemed like I was supposed to do what I did. It seemed natural. And, then I went back to my life, you went back to yours, and here we are. It's been ten years, and we have pretended for ten years it never happened."

"I never pretended. It was the best eight hours of my life. I have reveled in it."

"I'm not gay."

"I know."

"But, I do love you."

"I love you, too. So, so much."

"Your friendship has meant the world to me," he said. "I am closer to you than anyone else, and I love you more than anyone else."

"Your friendship has meant the world to me. I took a lot of pride from the fact you were my best friend growing up. You were Eddie Estes, and you were my best friend. I had to be someone or something, or you would have had better sense."

The conversation ended. We drank another scotch and headed back to the hotel. It was past two. We were both drunk, and we both needed to get some sleep.

When we got back to our suite, Wardo went directly to his room without saying goodnight. I was surprised and disappointed until he returned in his boxers with a bottle of vodka.

Wardo's body looked as it had ten years before. He had a small mat of hair in the middle of chest, small nipples, and a delicious path from his navel into his boxers. He was still lean and muscled. He had not let himself go.

"Let's have a final 'final final'," Wardo said, dropping ice into two tumblers and adding vodka.

"Let me change first," I said as I headed to my room. I stepped out of my jeans, pulled my sweater over my head, and pulled a pair of gym shorts on. I had transformed my body in the last ten years. As many gay men do, I had spent a lot of time lifting weights and otherwise "honing the temple."

When I returned to the common area, Wardo was seated on the coach, with a tumbler in one hand and the other resting on his crotch. I picked my tumbler off the table and sat down next to him, pressing my leg to his as I used to do in the backseat of his parents' Buick. He did not pull his leg away. Instead, he looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. It seemed like the most natural thing when he leaned over and lowered his mouth to mine. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and he pushed his into mine. There was no urgency in the kiss, just intimacy. It robbed me of my breath.

When he finally pulled away, he smiled at me. "I have wondered for ten years what it would feel like to kiss you."

"Well?"

"It's definitely different than kissing a woman. Firmer. More powerful. Aggressive."

"Women are mushier."

"That they are."

We finished our drinks in silence, still leg to leg on the couch. The atmosphere was charged, fraught with possibility, at least for me. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved.

Wardo finally broke the silence.

"I have also wondered what it would be like for you to blow me."

My dick twitched. I was pretty sure his statement meant he wanted me to satisfy that wonder.

I took the bait. "I have blown a few straight guys, and they all agreed getting blown by a guy was way better than getting blown by a girl. They said most girls do not like giving blow jobs, so they do not try very hard to do it well. I like doing it. I try hard to do it well. And, I do."

"Jenny hardly ever blows me," he said. "When she does, it's not very good. And, I have never come in her mouth. She says it's disgusting."

"It's definitely not."

"You want to show me?" he asked.

Of course I did. I answered him with actions, not words. I reached between his legs and took hold of his dick. He immediately stood up, stepped out of his boxers, and stepped in front of me. Sitting, I took his dick into my mouth and his ass in my hands. I opened my throat and swallowed him until my nose was buried in his musky bush. As he inhaled sharply, his hands went to my head, and he started to fuck my mouth. As he sped up, his legs started to shake.

"Hold on a second," he said. "I think I need to sit down for this." He lowered himself to the floor, putting his hands behind his back as a brace. I kneeled in front of him and lowered myself to his throbbing dick.

As I used my left hand to extend my mouth and suck his dick, I moved my right hand to his balls and gripped them. Then, I moved it past his taint and toward his asshole.

His "don't do that" stopped me. I moved my right hand back to his balls as I accelerated my pace with my mouth and my left hand. He started to pant and buck back against my mouth. When I felt his balls start to clench, I backed off. I suspected this was the only time I was going to have his dick in my mouth, and I was going to savor it. I edged him.

When I thought it was safe, I started circling the head of his dick with my tongue. Then, I licked the shaft.

"I need to come," he urged.

I pulled my mouth off his dick. "You need to be patient."

I returned to my work. I worked his dick like I had never worked another. He was leaking a lot of precum, and I drank it all.

His dick twitched. His balls clenched. I felt bad for teasing him, so I started sucking him in earnest. My mouth and hand worked in perfect unison. He bucked his hips. When I felt his balls clench again, I removed my hand and swallowed the length of his dick. I felt the first blast of Wardo's load smash into the back of my throat. As I sucked him harder, Wardo shot over and over into my mouth. I swallowed it all and kept sucking until Wardo could not take it anymore and grabbed my head with both hands.

He flopped back flat on the floor. "Jesus Christ, that was unbelievable. I think that is the biggest orgasm I've ever had. I could feel it in my feet."

I sat up and looked into his face. "So, better than Jenny?"

"Miles. Thank you."

"Thank you."

"For what? I'm the one who just got a great blow job."

"For fulfilling another fantasy I've had since I first realized sex was a thing."

"You fantasized about sucking my dick?"

"I did."

"Seems like an odd fantasy."

"It's not. I like sucking dick. A lot."

"It seems like an odd thing to like."

"It's not."

After a few moments of staring into each other's faces, Wardo broke the silence by pulling me toward him, and planting his mouth on mine. I am sure he tasted himself on my tongue, as the kiss was just as deep and long as the one we had shared earlier. When we broke, he said "We better get to bed. We have another long day ahead of us tomorrow."

I got up and walked toward my room. To my surprise, Wardo followed and climbed into bed beside me. As always, he fell asleep on his back with his arms behind his head. I fell asleep right next to him, just as I had in Mrs. Joyce's kindergarten class thirty or so years before. When I woke up, I was on my right side, and he was wrapped around me, clutching my chest, just like that morning in Paris ten years before. I pulled his hand to my mouth and kissed it. He responded by kissing the back of my neck.