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  Tommy’s movements paused and the warmth of his skin disappeared as he pulled away. With his eyelids still squeezed shut, Ken whined almost inaudibly. In a split second, the hot, wet sensation returned as his friend-turned-lover slathered his shaft with saliva. He mouthed the head before running his tongue down the side. Ken clenched his abdominal muscles as a guttural noise caught in his throat.

  The mind-numbing sensation of Tommy’s lips wrapping around his mushroom-shaped cockhead before slowly engulfing him threw Ken for a loop. He clenched his abdominal muscles as he fisted his hands in Tommy’s well-coifed locks. Every muscle in his body tensed as surges of bliss radiated from his core to his groin. Ken bit his bottom lip, determined not to howl in ecstasy.

  He’s still not Trisha-level good, but he’s gotten a lot better at this. He gasped as Tommy fluttered his tongue across a sensitive bundle of nerves, never quite hitting the best spot, but his firm hand held tight to the base, tugging upward, continuously prompting Ken’s libido towards full tilt. “Shit,” Ken muttered, closing his eyes as the built-up pressure threatened to blow.

  As Tommy scooted one of the wayward fingers from his free hand up to Ken’s asshole, his eyelids popped open and he gulped. His friend moved his finger in a circular motion, tracing the rim. The sensation was unexpected but not unpleasant. Ken closed his eyes again and widened his stance. His breath hitched, and he protested, “To...mee—” but was cut off by his own groan as he was penetrated. Tommy stilled his finger but sucked harder, distracting Ken from the discomfort. After a few seconds, there was no pain.

  Tommy quickened his pace, sucking harder as he continued to probe inside Ken’s ass. “Oh, shit,” Ken cried out, his entire body jerking as Tommy apparently found what he was looking for and began to nudge the spine-tingling spot repeatedly. Ken gritted his teeth, hissing as Tommy maneuvered a second finger into his rim. “Easy.”

  Tommy added a twirl to his blow job endeavors. Fuck! That’s fantastic. Ken bucked into his mouth, ignoring the disquiet born of having two large digits shoved up his rear. He consoled his ego by concentrating on thoughts of coming right down Tommy’s throat. As Tommy prodded that spot again, using his dancing finger in one-two punch, Ken trembled. The pressure coiling low in his gut readied to spring. After rethinking his urge to christen Tommy’s uvula, Ken patted him on the top on his head. “Hey, I’m close.”

  To Ken’s great disappointment, Tommy released his cock, giving it a few parting licks before taking a deep breath and increasing the tempo of his stroking. “Can you get on the desk?” Tommy had the nerve to ask with his fingers still shoved up Ken’s butt.

  “I guess.” Ken awkwardly rose on his toes and bent one knee. Tommy yanked off Ken’s shoe before removing the pants leg bunched up at his ankle. As Ken spread his leg, he leveraged his body up on the desktop while his partner reclaimed his hold on his dick. “Better?”

  “Yeah,” Tommy said, licking his rosy lips as he took advantage of the more open position and eased a third finger up Ken’s ass.

  “Ow!” Ken tensed, gritting his teeth.

  “Don’t tense up. Try to stay relaxed.” Tommy pumped Ken’s dick in his fist.

  Ken squirmed as his asshole stretched to accommodate the extra digit but when Tommy throttled his prostate again, Ken’s eyes glazed over. “Fuuuuck!” He moaned as his climax burst forward, shooting sticky crème on his stomach with more running down over Tommy’s hand. He reclined, resting his back on the desk as he struggled to catch his breath. Slowly, Tommy removed his fingers from inside of him but even once they were out, Ken’s ass retained an odd sensation of fullness.

  While pushing up to rest on his elbows, Ken started to ask, “Where did that come fr—“ but stopped short when he noticed what Tommy was doing. “Dude, why are you rubbing my jizz on your pecker?”

  Tommy glanced over at him, flashing his perfectly straight, gleaming white teeth, his eyes dilated as he answered, “We can use it.”

  Use it? What the fuck?? Ken averted his gaze as his brain tried to wrap around his friend’s thought process. He turned his face towards Tommy and shot him a look of confusion.

  Then with a completely straight face, Tommy added, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Hurt me? Wha...oh, shit! Tommy moved in, pressing the tip of his cock against Ken’s rim. Ken’s torso shot up as he sat upright. He scooted his ass back across the desk as far as he could flee. “Are you insane?”

  “What’s wrong?” Tommy’s expression held the perfect blend of innocence and clueless confusion.

  “Are you kidding me? Since when do I let you have at my ass?”

  Tommy’s eyebrows dropped and he tilted his head down, giving the appearance of a scolded pup. He was awfully cute, but Ken refused to fall prey to that technique—not this time. Tommy had pulled plenty of hair-brained stunts over the years but this kind of tomfoolery would not fly.

  Tommy tilted his head to the side. “I thought we were working up to...”

  Ken laughed, pushing Tommy away as he hopped off the desk. “To what—you cramming your horse-sized dick inside my tiny asshole? When did you start smoking crack?” He used tissues from a nearby box to clean up his body before he yanked up his pants.

  Tommy’s bright eyes clouded and his cheeks blazed red as he stood there with his oversized cock on display. How could he possibly look so perplexed? Surely, he didn’t think he was going to get away with it...

  Tommy shuffled from one foot to the other, his erection starting to wilt. “Ken, you’re sort of hurting my feelings.”

  “Humph,” Ken grunted, leaving his mouth hanging open for a second, his hands up in the air. “I’m hurting your feelings? How do you think I feel with you using me as your own personal porn show while Trisha’s out of commission?”

  Tommy’s wounded expression hit Ken hard. He couldn’t have looked any worse even if I’d belted him. His whole face was twisted up and his cock deflated. “You think I’m using you?” He wiped his hands with some tissues and then pulled up his pants before tucking in his shirt. Is he embarrassed for being called out on his bullshit? Probably, but his pouting won’t fly today.

  Visibly off-kilter, Tommy moved to the other side of his desk, shuffling some papers. He checked his watch. Never raising his head or looking Ken’s way, he mumbled, “I forgot...I have a meeting across town.” He shoved a folder into his briefcase before he bolted towards the office door. Tommy’s gait was stiff and devoid all of his normal panache, and his shoulders slumped.

  Ken crossed his arms over his chest. Is that pitiful display supposed to make me feel bad? Actually, it did, but only a little. He placed a hand over the ache in his chest as he called out, “Don’t forget the ultrasound appointment at two o’clock.”

  “Got it,” the tall blond replied without looking back.

  After fixing his clothing, Ken walked over to his own desk before plopping down in his chair. Good! Now I can get to work...attacking me the moment I walk in...interrupting my routine with his ridiculous behavior. Tommy’s really not handling this whole pregnancy well. Could it be because the baby’s mine? He considered the notion as he booted up his computer. Nah, that’s stupid. When he won the coin toss to be Trisha’s legal husband, the three of us agreed I should father the first child. He’s just a horny, little perv.

  Chapter Two

  Thursday, September 6, 2001, Late Morning

  HAVING FABRICATED THE meeting he mentioned to Ken, Tommy sat behind the wheel of his car with nowhere in particular to go. He started the engine and then pulled out of his parking spot. As he drove toward the exit of the office park where he and Ken rented space, his balls ached, but the squeezing sensation in his chest hurt far more. He glanced at the time and frowned. What am I going to do in the hours between now and Trisha’s appointment? For a second, he considered returning to work—there was plenty he needed to finish, but the fresh sting of Ken’s rejection and the memory of his friend’s harsh words kept him on his current path to nowhere. Like I’
d just use him to get off...how could he even think such a thing?

  A lump formed in Tommy’s throat as he wandered without purpose or destination. After the heavy conversation his dad had dumped on him that morning, Ken’s inaccurate admonishment was too much.

  He fiddled with the radio, scanning stations for a tune that might change his mood, but nothing stood out. He slowed to a stop for a red light, replaying Ken’s words in his mind over and over. His lower lip quivered as he sighed. An angry beep of the horn from the car behind him told him his light was green, but Tommy still glanced upward to make sure. He pushed down on the accelerator. Ken’s dead wrong. If I just wanted sex, his reaction wouldn’t have hurt me.

  After spotting a gas station, he pulled over and stopped at the pumps. The pungent odor of gasoline filled his nostrils as he stepped out of the car and reached in his pocket to retrieve his burgundy, leather wallet. He dug out his ATM card and paid before topping off his tank with unleaded. After replacing the cap, he checked his watch. Well, that killed a good three minutes. I feel like I’m going to puke.

  He pulled his car into one of the spots by the store’s entrance in front of the cooler advertising ten-pound bags of ice for ninety-nine cents. As he approached the convenience store’s glass double doors, one swung open towards him. He grabbed the handle, holding it for the harried woman struggling to keep her preschool-aged son from bolting out into the parking lot. “Oh, my Lord, thank ya so much,” the woman said, shaking her ginger locks away from her freckled face.

  “No problem,” he mumbled, keeping his head down. The child yanked against the death grip his mother held on his hand, pulling her right out of the door. As the two rushed by, the little, red-headed scamp looked over his shoulder and threw Tommy a mischievous, sideways smile. Tommy chuckled. Poor woman.

  When he was a kid, he’d had been just like that boy—always in motion, running too fast to look out where he was going. He smirked, remembering how Ken had always been by his side in those long ago days too. Things were a lot less complicated back then.

  Tommy nodded at the cashier, who stood behind the counter next to the lottery tickets, and turned to head toward the back of the store. Why did I even come in here? I can’t think of anything I need. He noticed a large sign pointing toward the restrooms and headed that way. After using the urinal, he washed his hands. Well, that killed ten seconds.

  He exited to peruse the refrigerator units. His eyes lingered over a twelve pack of Corona in bottles. A cold one could have taken the edge off. The frigid air hit him as he opened the door. He stood there but didn’t reach for the beer. I’m on the verge of becoming a father and it’s not even mid-day. Chugging beers to drown his sorrows wasn’t exactly the responsible and stable behavior we wanted to exhibit. After a few more seconds, he closed the door and then walked over to the fountain drinks. He decided on an orange soda with lots of ice.

  Once he’d removed a straw from its wrapper, he pushed it into the hole in the middle of his cup’s lid. He paid cash for his beverage and then thanked the cashier on his way out to his car. As he sucked the cool liquid through a straw, his thoughts flashed back to the subtle taste and smooth feel of Ken’s cock as it grew thick and stiff in his mouth. He laid his head against the headrest and closed his eyes, his heart skipping a beat as he lingered in the memory. As he blinked, he turned his head slightly, catching sight of the Fresh Now sign at the Krispy Kreme across the street. He raised an eyebrow and grinned as he cranked his engine.

  FRESHLY BATHED AND completely nude, Trisha rested in a large, gray micro-suede recliner in the living room of the modest two-bedroom home she shared with Tommy and Ken. Clothes were a nuisance—even though she set the air conditioner at a cool sixty-nine degrees, she still sweated. She placed a hand on her protruding abdomen. The tiny life inside her was stirring. Sorry kid, but your eviction notice has already been signed.

  She was going to be a mother. The concept didn’t seem real. Me, responsible for taking care of a baby? How absurd. At least she’d have lots of help while she tried to figure everything out. Her husbands seemed excited about the impending birth. In fact, Ken had been in quite a hurry to be a father right from the start, but she had managed to put him off for several years. She rubbed her belly—a boy—she and her guys were going to have a son.

  Trisha sat upright, bristling at the sound of her front door opening. She looked at the entrance and saw Tommy. Moving with little-to-no grace, she pushed down the recliner’s footrest before struggling to her feet and then wobbling into the foyer. “Hey.”

  His eyes widened, and a huge grin spread across his face as he leered at her body. “Hot damn!”

  Trisha crinkled her nose and raised an eyebrow. “Say what?”

  “You...you’re sexy, baby,” he crooned in a voice so honeyed, Trisha almost believed him...almost.

  She rolled her eyes. “Are you high?”

  “You’re naked.” His eyes sparkled as beautifully as sunlight off the Pacific Ocean as he lifted and dropped his brows twice.

  Trisha sighed. “It’s fucking hot. How can I be expected to wear clothes?”

  He took a few steps and turned into their small, eat-in kitchen before placing the box he was carrying on the bar. “I’m not complaining. It’d suit me just fine if you never put clothes on again.”

  He took a step closer, and she raised both hands in front of her to halt his progression. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

  “Such a cold greeting.” Tommy flashed his signature puppy-dog eyes.

  Trisha sighed in defeat. Damn, it’s hard to stay annoyed at someone so cute but I’m going to give it a try anyway. She folded her arms across her chest. “And why shouldn’t I kick you out of the house and send you back to the office?”

  He flashed a gorgeous, hundred-watt smile. “I brought Krispy Kremes.”

  Trisha glanced at the box he’d set on the table, finally taking the time to check it out. Her eyes widened, and she stood at attention. “Fresh now?”

  “You know it.” He moved closer to her as if he were inching up to grab a skittish cat.

  She pursed her lips and looked off to the side. “Oh, alright...you can stay.”

  “Yes!” He balled up his hand and pumped his fist in victory. Trisha rolled her eyes again and tried not to laugh as she shuffled into the kitchen and removed a couple of dessert plates from one of the cabinets.

  Tommy refilled Trisha’s glass with more cold milk. “Go ahead...have another. They’re always good but nothing can compare to Krispy Kreme doughnuts when they’re fresh and hot.”

  Trisha cracked a smile, reaching over to pluck a second treat from the box. “They are delicious. I love how they quite literally melt in your mouth. The tactile delight really ups the ante.”

  She looks pretty in the green shirt she took right off my back. The garment wouldn’t button or even pull closed over her swollen, cantaloupe-sized breasts and pregnant belly but it hung down long enough to put a layer of fabric between her round ass and the kitchen chair. After swallowing another bite, she said, “Thanks for this. It’s been nice...like a mini-date.”

  “Yeah, I think so too.” He reached over and fingered a couple of strands of her sandy-blond hair. “The three of us have been working so hard building up our business the last few years we’ve let these special moments get fewer and farther apart. We need to do better.”

  Trisha laughed in his face and shook her head. “Yeah, it’s going to get so much easier as soon as the baby is born.”

  He tilted his head and waved his hand. “Yeah, I know it’s gonna be hard, but we have to make the time.”

  While pressing her lips together over the beginnings of a smile, Trisha’s gaze lifted upward and met his. The look she gave him took his breath away. Is she giving me an opening? He leaned in to kiss her before she could change her mind. Her soft lips, made slick by sugar-glazed sweetness, welcomed him, pushing into his mouth’s hungry embrace. Moving from his uncomfortable, slumped over position, he pu
shed the table out of the way rather than releasing his fistful of Trisha’s honey-blond locks or pulling away from the kiss.

  Trisha turned slightly, making it easier for him to get between her legs as he broke for air and dropped to his knees. Eye-to-eye with her gigantic breasts, Tommy couldn’t resist tasting them. He nuzzled against their softness and then wrapped his lips around a protruding, pink nipple. He sucked gently, closing out all other senses as his taste buds relished her savory skin. Pregnancy had changed her body so much, but up until that moment, Trisha hadn’t exactly been anxious to let him explore the new territory. Nine months ago, his huge mitt could cover her entire breast but now he had to stretch his thumb and fingers to get a decent grip without squeezing too tightly. He swirled his tongue, lavishing attention on the surrounding circle of rosy skin and then lapped at her nipple. She moaned, spurring him forward. His chest puffed up pride and his cock hardened.

  He used his free hand to rub her other breast as he moved his lips across her skin. He rained kisses over her large lobes, moving his head from side-to-side while using both hands to push her mounds close together.

  She stroked his hair, and he slid his palms down over her enlarged tummy. He released her breast from his lips and then dropped a kiss just above her stretched navel. As he rubbed the taut skin, his palms caught a tiny fluttering sensation. His chest ached as if his heart was swelling. Biology be damned—that was his baby—his son. “Love you too,” he murmured to her belly before looking up at her face.

  Her smile beamed. “Aww, I love that, but don’t be stingy with all that affection.” She spread her legs wider, placing her hand on top of his head and pushing down with light force.