Fast forward back to James the next day… so after the jack off and my dick rubbing James’s ass, we drink some more and pass out. The next day was awkward for me. Plus, two days of drinking was rough. James left and went to work. Later that morning my caller ID was full of calls from my work. I was in and out of sleep. I checked my messages and James didn’t leave messages, just the background of him breathing and ambient noise of the gym.
Things settled and I didn’t get calls for about an hour, then the phone starts ringing wildly again. I’m too hungover to worry about it and kind of embarrassed me and James had that experience. I noticed the next set of calls are from Tony, so I decide to finally answer. He tells me, “I don’t know what is going on with you and James, but you’ve got to call him. He’s going crazy at work because he can’t reach you. Are you okay?” I could feel my body get hot.
I man-up and call James at work. He’s relieved to hear my voice and tells me, “I’ve been calling all day. I need you to talk to me, I need to talk about what happened last night.” He explained he wasn’t mad or anything like that but wanted some security about the situation. I agree that we need to talk. My sister and her family showed up again. I felt bad they stayed at the KOA the night Tony was there, so I told them to stay the night.
I’m entertaining them, and James calls again. He asked if I could meet him at his sister’s house – she’s going to stay at her boyfriend’s house and me and James could stay the night at her place.
When I got there, he took me to her room immediately. He says, “my sister said she put clean sheets for us” at which point I wondered if this was all planned or what. She left us beer, so we drank. I don’t know how it happened, but there he is asking me to jack him off. I obliged because it was him, my good friend. As I’m fondling his dick and balls, I ask him to touch me. He responds, “I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t.” I kept jacking his dick while he’s moving my hand to his ass. I move my hand back to his dick, and again, he moves my hand to his ass and says that is what feels good. At that point I just wanted him to nut and fall asleep.
The next day I acted in a hurry to leave. A month went by, and we didn’t talk much. I applied for and got my first corporate job. He was very envious. Out of the blue, he stops at my work while I’m in the parking lot. He starts asking who I’d been hanging with. I mentioned a friend we both know, and I think that angered him. Not sure how long after that, but he ended up crashing his Jeep. He had called and let me know. I sorted my way through the convo, and he said he had to get a new car after the insurance claim. I didn’t care what had happened to be honest.
One day, he waited for me to come out of my work. Who knows how long he waited. It was my lunch break and as I’m walking to my car, he honks and waves from his new car. I really didn’t know how to be or feel. He told me to get in, so I did, and we speed off. He’s driving around fast and furious, and telling me how much the ladies love his new car… “what do you think?” He takes me back to work and the tension is so thick it’s uncomfortable. We said goodbye and that would be the last of our friendship.
He continued working at the health club, I was moving along in my new job. Bought me a newer car, had lots of friends. I hear from old friends that James is dating this girl who has a child with my sister’s boyfriend’s son. What a small world! She’s a spoiled rich girl. I saw her one day and mention James. She said, oh no, I sent him packing a long time ago. She went on to tell me he was a violent man and affiliated with white supremacists. I freaked the fuck out.
A few years go by and James is but a small thought. I was able to get me a nice condo. I needed furniture, so I went back to work nights at the health club. I’d heard that James was headed for the military, so I thought he was out of state. I’m working the pro shop inside the gym and James walks in. We both stare at each other. I could see the glisten in his eye when he looked at me. I didn’t know how to respond but just smile. He smiled back and went to use the guest phone. His friend from years back comes out of the locker room and they leave.
I didn’t know if we were okay or what the temperature of our relationship was from that single interaction. Then about a month later, he comes into the health club with a small group of guys. He comes up to the register, places his arms and elbow on the counter and stares into my eyes. I know that look, and I was uncomfortable.
I reached to shake his hand. He looks at my hand, gives me the ugliest look and walks away. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried. Luckily, the Navy accepted him. He’s now a rather well decorated Navy man. I sometimes check on him via FB. The odd and messed up thing is that I miss him being protective of me, staying up talking for hours, how considerate he was. That more than anything was a huge turn on. He was considerate and kind to me. What a stark contrast from how he was with that girl.
That health club introduced me to a handful of “straight” married men who were subtle but inappropriate with me. I didn’t see it then because I was naive. One of the men would later become a secret lover who I had an off-and-on affair with up until about 2 years ago. But that is another story.
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