Helping a friend part one
More of my old friends are divorced and remarried or single than not. I am. Divorced with one just graduated k**. Was it worth it getting divorced? I don't know. It was expensive and gut wrenching. But I was a messed up k** with messed up parents. I hate getting all Freudian about it, but I continued the legacy of of the family tragedy. You know... I found a girl as sick as my dear old mom. Anyway, it was a horrible 15 years. So now, I sort of envy my buddies who didn't marry a mean, greedy asshole. Some of them actually married women who who made their lives better for the most part.
Lets face it, life is hard and no one is easy to get along with all the time. Relationships are hard. A million moving parts all in harmony or dissonance at any given time.
Tommy seemed to have it made. Good k**s, good wife. Stable. He would complain about his boring life sometimes like everyone does. But they made it work and were fun to be around. I tried to be supportive. I probably should keep my mouth shut more but I always find myself getting involved in peoples shit. I must love the chaos.
One night I get a call, Tommy is pissed off and a little drunk. They had a fight. She was spending more time at the office than he liked. There was a guy she had been working on a project with and he thought she was getting a little too friendly. It seems these conflicts had been boiling up for longer than I knew about.
Tommy was at a bar and didn't want to go back home. I told him I would get him. When I got to the bar it was as if he wasn't pissed anymore. He was sitting with a girl at the bar. A hot thing 20 years too young for him but a juicy thing no doubt. I sat down next to him and he seemed surprised to see me. I listened to his drunken banter with the girl and could see she was not into it. She excused herself and I asked him how he was doing. Knowing the answer. But he forgot how he was doing or what he was doing. He didn't want to go home. I called his wife to tell her he was ok and she thanked me and sounded relieved. I told her I was bringing him home and she thanked me again. She was worried and did not seem to be the problem here.
He refused to go home. We were in front of his house and he refused to go in. I went to the door and she was waiting. I told her he wouldn't get out of the car and asked if she would come talk to him. That was when it became clear that these two, this relationship, was on the rocks. After some tears and sad stories, she told me it might be better that he didn't come home tonight.
Here I am in the middle again. Fuck! When I got back to the car he was passed out. I got him back to my place. Woke him up, he passed back out on the couch and I went to bed. We both got up in the morning and he was pathetic.
"I swear she is fucking that guy. We haven't had sex in months and when we do it is like work. It hasn't been any fun in years."
I told him he was crazy, they need counseling. It would be fine if he was smart. She was great, she was smart and funny. Still as hot as ever.
He said, "sure, you try living with that bitch".
Wow... I didn't expect this at all. I figured it was just a bump in the road. I had to go to work, he asked if he could use my computer and work from my place for the day.
Sure, but I have plans with my girlfriend tonight. You are always welcome dude. But not tonight. You have to go home and figure your shit out.
I left.
When I got home the place was a mess but he was gone. He left me a fucking mess. What else is new. ok ok, he is having a bad time. Get over it. I cleaned the place up and sat down to relax before my girl came over.
3 days later....
Tommy calls and apologies, They are going to therapy. He thanks me.
a week later
Tommy calls,
Dude, she is such a pain in the ass. complain complain complain....
I tell him he would be wise to work it out. Divorce is fucking expensive and horrible. He starts arguing how much pussy I am getting. Always a new hot bitch in your bed. I tell him, you are having a "the grass is always greener moment" I would way rather be in a stable thing like you.
He gets loud. Dude, I haven't gotten laid in months! I get no peace in that house. I can't even jerk off! I need to get laid!
That sounds like bullshit to me. Jerk off in the bathroom. It cant be that bad.
I am telling you, I get no peace. It is like she wants me to suffer.
This all sounds like bullshit to me but what do I know.
I tell him "dude, if a good jerk off is going to give you some time to figure your shit out, Have at it. I got up, got a towel and some lube and threw it at him. There is the computer, get some porn going and have yourself a time.
He said fine! And seemed to get a little excited as he grabbed the towel and the lube. This surprised me. Maybe he really was restricted over there. I don't think I would be so excited about jerking off in someone else's house. I think I would be a little embarrassed about it. I did not expect him to take me up on it.
When we were younger we would always be trading porn and talking about jerking off. There was actually a while when we were about 15 or 16 when we would sneak my fathers old videos, I mostly remember Seka and John Holmes. We wore those tapes out every chance we got. In the summer before our senior year... we were watching porn and jerking off together for a few hours a day every day. One of our other friends would join us sometimes too. We got pretty comfortable stroking our cocks together back then. I didn't really get it how exciting it was cumming with those guys. It was so much better than jerking off alone.
I hadn't thought about that in a very long time.
Not until I saw the excitement on his face. When he grabbed the towel and lube and gave me a glance... I remembered that glance like when you smell something you haven't tasted in years. I was a little shocked.
I went into my room and turned on the TV. Something was weird about that glance. I was confused by it.
I put it out of my mind. I expected him to say to me, "Dude! I'm only fucking around! What do you think I am like 15?"
But no... I started to hear him in there. I could hear his hand sliding up and down his cock. I could hear the moaning of the porn. and his breathing getting heavy.
That was when all these feelings I could not connect flooded back over me. My guts got tight and started tingling. I had put it out of my mind completely but in a flash it was back, There was something going on in me. That summer before senior year. What happened that summer? It was sort of blur, I didn't know if it was my fantasies or it was real. I was feeling completely overwhelmed and I started getting very excited and hard. Fuck... I don't get hard like this anymore. Not without a lot of stimulation. I was so hard it almost hurt.
That was when he started coming. He moaned loudly like he really hadn't cum in months. And it was so familiar. The way he moaned when he came.
My head was spun....
Lets face it, life is hard and no one is easy to get along with all the time. Relationships are hard. A million moving parts all in harmony or dissonance at any given time.
Tommy seemed to have it made. Good k**s, good wife. Stable. He would complain about his boring life sometimes like everyone does. But they made it work and were fun to be around. I tried to be supportive. I probably should keep my mouth shut more but I always find myself getting involved in peoples shit. I must love the chaos.
One night I get a call, Tommy is pissed off and a little drunk. They had a fight. She was spending more time at the office than he liked. There was a guy she had been working on a project with and he thought she was getting a little too friendly. It seems these conflicts had been boiling up for longer than I knew about.
Tommy was at a bar and didn't want to go back home. I told him I would get him. When I got to the bar it was as if he wasn't pissed anymore. He was sitting with a girl at the bar. A hot thing 20 years too young for him but a juicy thing no doubt. I sat down next to him and he seemed surprised to see me. I listened to his drunken banter with the girl and could see she was not into it. She excused herself and I asked him how he was doing. Knowing the answer. But he forgot how he was doing or what he was doing. He didn't want to go home. I called his wife to tell her he was ok and she thanked me and sounded relieved. I told her I was bringing him home and she thanked me again. She was worried and did not seem to be the problem here.
He refused to go home. We were in front of his house and he refused to go in. I went to the door and she was waiting. I told her he wouldn't get out of the car and asked if she would come talk to him. That was when it became clear that these two, this relationship, was on the rocks. After some tears and sad stories, she told me it might be better that he didn't come home tonight.
Here I am in the middle again. Fuck! When I got back to the car he was passed out. I got him back to my place. Woke him up, he passed back out on the couch and I went to bed. We both got up in the morning and he was pathetic.
"I swear she is fucking that guy. We haven't had sex in months and when we do it is like work. It hasn't been any fun in years."
I told him he was crazy, they need counseling. It would be fine if he was smart. She was great, she was smart and funny. Still as hot as ever.
He said, "sure, you try living with that bitch".
Wow... I didn't expect this at all. I figured it was just a bump in the road. I had to go to work, he asked if he could use my computer and work from my place for the day.
Sure, but I have plans with my girlfriend tonight. You are always welcome dude. But not tonight. You have to go home and figure your shit out.
I left.
When I got home the place was a mess but he was gone. He left me a fucking mess. What else is new. ok ok, he is having a bad time. Get over it. I cleaned the place up and sat down to relax before my girl came over.
3 days later....
Tommy calls and apologies, They are going to therapy. He thanks me.
a week later
Tommy calls,
Dude, she is such a pain in the ass. complain complain complain....
I tell him he would be wise to work it out. Divorce is fucking expensive and horrible. He starts arguing how much pussy I am getting. Always a new hot bitch in your bed. I tell him, you are having a "the grass is always greener moment" I would way rather be in a stable thing like you.
He gets loud. Dude, I haven't gotten laid in months! I get no peace in that house. I can't even jerk off! I need to get laid!
That sounds like bullshit to me. Jerk off in the bathroom. It cant be that bad.
I am telling you, I get no peace. It is like she wants me to suffer.
This all sounds like bullshit to me but what do I know.
I tell him "dude, if a good jerk off is going to give you some time to figure your shit out, Have at it. I got up, got a towel and some lube and threw it at him. There is the computer, get some porn going and have yourself a time.
He said fine! And seemed to get a little excited as he grabbed the towel and the lube. This surprised me. Maybe he really was restricted over there. I don't think I would be so excited about jerking off in someone else's house. I think I would be a little embarrassed about it. I did not expect him to take me up on it.
When we were younger we would always be trading porn and talking about jerking off. There was actually a while when we were about 15 or 16 when we would sneak my fathers old videos, I mostly remember Seka and John Holmes. We wore those tapes out every chance we got. In the summer before our senior year... we were watching porn and jerking off together for a few hours a day every day. One of our other friends would join us sometimes too. We got pretty comfortable stroking our cocks together back then. I didn't really get it how exciting it was cumming with those guys. It was so much better than jerking off alone.
I hadn't thought about that in a very long time.
Not until I saw the excitement on his face. When he grabbed the towel and lube and gave me a glance... I remembered that glance like when you smell something you haven't tasted in years. I was a little shocked.
I went into my room and turned on the TV. Something was weird about that glance. I was confused by it.
I put it out of my mind. I expected him to say to me, "Dude! I'm only fucking around! What do you think I am like 15?"
But no... I started to hear him in there. I could hear his hand sliding up and down his cock. I could hear the moaning of the porn. and his breathing getting heavy.
That was when all these feelings I could not connect flooded back over me. My guts got tight and started tingling. I had put it out of my mind completely but in a flash it was back, There was something going on in me. That summer before senior year. What happened that summer? It was sort of blur, I didn't know if it was my fantasies or it was real. I was feeling completely overwhelmed and I started getting very excited and hard. Fuck... I don't get hard like this anymore. Not without a lot of stimulation. I was so hard it almost hurt.
That was when he started coming. He moaned loudly like he really hadn't cum in months. And it was so familiar. The way he moaned when he came.
My head was spun....
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