1. Beer Buddies


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: spinneroftales, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    into concrete thoughts. Now he wanted to hear the words, but he wasn’t comfortable talking about sex involving his wife. He couldn’t use words he used all the time. Words like ‘fuck’, ‘cock’ or ‘pussy’. And words like penis and vagina weren’t in his vocabulary. Max sat looking at Steve expectantly, and then asked, “No sex?” Steve said, “No, we do it whenever I want it, but she, well, doesn’t seem to enjoy it. It’s like she’s doing one of her wifely duties.” Max just looked down and shook his head. They went on talking about other things. The talk came easily and the hours slipped by. It was closing time and Max asked if Steve wanted to go get some coffee, but Steve said his wife was going to be pissed and he’d better get on home. Max said, “Well like I said, I’m here a lot, every Friday for sure. Maybe we can get together again sometime.” Steve only said, “Sure.” All week that chance meeting would pop into his thoughts. Friday morning he told his wife two of the workers were sick and he was going to have to work the night shift too. He’d be home for supper and take a shower and then it was back to work. When he finished showering he put on clean jeans and a T shirt, hoping his wife wouldn’t notice he wasn’t wearing his work clothes. He drove to Spotty’s, wondering why he was doing this. Max was there as he said he’d be, and seemed pleased to see him. They easily picked up where they’d left off, talking bullshit. Among other topics, Max asked Steve if he bowled, but he ...
    didn’t. Steve looked around and said, “I like playing pool. I’m surprised they don’t have a table here.” Max said, “No room. There’s a spot a couple blocks down the street though. The Hayride.” It was almost closing time when Max asked, “Ain’t you gotta get home?” Steve shook his head, “Not tonight, no. I’m on my own tonight.” Max smiled, (Steve noted he looked mean even when he smiled. You really couldn’t go on looks alone.) and said, “Why don’t I buy some beers and you come over to my place? We can hang out some more.” Steve said they’d never make it to a liquor store before it closed, but Max knew Spotty would sell him the beers out the back door. When Steve got in his pickup he thought he probably was already past the legal limit. He hoped Max didn’t live far from the bar. Max’s apartment was simple with rental-type furniture, but neat and clean. The only place to sit was the black leather sofa. There was a big, square, white, box-like coffee table and a large flat-screen TV. Steve plopped down on one end of the sofa while Max put the beers in the fridge and uncapped two of them. Handing a beer to Steve he clicked on the TV. There wasn’t anything on but he left a rerun of a cop show playing. They talked, but it was somehow different. Steve wondered if he had made a mistake. After a while it was as if they had run out of things to say. Max got up and got a couple more beers and put a DVD in the player, and a porno video came on. They sat in silence watching a guy having sex with ...
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