Date Night

Just a one parter today, because I have some juicy ones for you next week, as well as some from this week, too! 

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

“Five thirty” Alice said, “that’s what time Leslie woke us up this morning. Do you have any idea what I’d give to sleep until eight? I used to think eight was early. Now? Now I’d walk through a mile of broken glass just to sleep until eight”.

Brooke laughed for both of us. Alice spoke for both of them. It was the same situation every single month, but it was good to get a night away from the kids, and all going well, the babysitter would stay the night for another fifty bucks, and let us sleep off the certain hangover the next morning.

“We can swap” Brooke said, taking a sip of wine. I’d always enjoyed watching my wife drink wine. She looked so sophisticated when she did. “Bradley decided to empty the dishwasher yesterday”, she continued, and I smiled because I knew where it was going, but both Alice and her husband Todd looked confused.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Todd asked.

“When a four year old decides to do chores” I said, gulping, in a much less sophisticated manner than my darling wife, “it’s bad news for everyone”.

“He replaced the dishes with everything we had in the refrigerator and somehow managed to turn it on” she explained, and they cringed almost as much as we had.

“Have you ever had wet, boiled cheese?” I asked, “it’s not as bad as it sounds”.

This is what my life had become. I was thirty-eight, married, one kid and a mortgage that was constantly chasing me. Friday nights were spent watching animated movies. Saturday nights were spent trying, and failing, to catch up on sleep, but once every month, the four of us went on a double date, and honestly, I think it’s the only thing that kept us all sane.

“How’s life been, Mike?” Todd asked, when the ladies began to speak between themselves.

“Oh, you know, man” I sighed, having another drink, “same shit, different shovel”.

“Work?” He continued, “still kissing Shultz’s ass?”

Todd and I had worked together for a few years, which is how our wives ended up meeting.

“That old fuck?” I scoffed, “I swear he’s waiting for one good reason to fire me”.

“I can give him lots of good reasons” he laughed, and I grinned back.

We’d gotten on like a house on fire from the very first day he showed up with a tie that was too thin and a briefcase that was too big. He was a pretty awesome guy, and our friendship had grown only stronger in the ten years since.

“How about you?” I asked, “how’s the dad life treating you?”

“If I hear Baby Shark one more fucking time” he growled. “I’m fucking singing it in my dreams, man”.

We continued our chats throughout dinner, and finished three bottles of wine and too many beers between us. By the time Brooke called a cab, we were all pretty wasted.

“You two are so perfect together, you know that?” Alice almost cried as we piled into the back of the cab. “No, really” she continued, rubbing Brooke’s face, “you’re like the perfect couple”.

“You should hear her snore” I sniggered, as we squished in next to each other, “there’s nothing perfect about that”. Alice dug her elbow into me, but laughed.

“You guys should come back for a drink” Todd hiccuped from the front passenger seat, “that little monster… I mean, our beautiful little treasure is staying with my monster-in-law… I mean, my mother-in-law–”

“Hey” Alice barked. “He’s right, though, you should come back for a drink. Make the most of it, right?”

Brooke looked to me. She was usually the one who preferred early nights, but the alcohol was fuelling her.

“Fuck it” she whispered, and off we went.

There was nothing spectacular about either of our families. We weren’t rich or lavish, we were just normal people, living normal lives, so their very normal three bed, mid terrace house wasn’t surprising in the least. We piled inside and sat around drinking more wine as some terrible jazz music played in the background, but it was nice to let our hair down.

“I’m so drunk” Alice eventually said, which had been obvious hours ago. “Oh god” she added, “it’s nearly three!”

“Christ” Brooke groaned, barely keeping her eyes open, “we better go”.

“Nonsense” Todd said, “you and Alice can take the bed, Mike and I will crash on the sofa for old time’s sake, right, Mike?”

I nodded. I didn’t quite care where I slept. The babysitter had agreed to stay the night, so I could have slept on a bed of nails and still had a better night’s sleep than I would have gotten at home.

We watched as Alice and Brooke swayed their way up stairs, and just like clock work, the faint sound of my wife snoring came a moment later.

“You got a good one” Todd nodded, and we’d entered that drunken phase of complimenting each other on our wives.

“You too, man” I said, “we’re lucky guys”.

Silence fell for a moment, and we both sat there and listened to the music which was slowly becoming less shit with each passing minute.

“I had this crush in high school” he grinned to himself, “oh man, I was so in love”.

“You never told me about that” I laughed, and he shook his head.

“I never told anybody about it”.

“So, what happened?”

He took a sip of his wine and got to his feet. “I prefer whisky and a cigar for this story” he mumbled, and I cocked a brow as he opened the glass cabinet, pulled out two glasses, a bottle and a small silver case.

“I thought you said you’ve never told anybody” I chuckled, as he slid a thick cigar toward me and poured a drink.

“I haven’t, but I like feeling like a Bond villain sometimes. Give me my moment, Mike”.

I laughed as he sat back, took a swig and sighed contently.

“I must have been about eighteen” he said, and I could see something change in his eyes as he began to reminisce. “Oh man, I was head over heels. It was all I could think about every day, every night, it was just constant”.

“Did you tell her?” I asked, and Todd smiled.

“No”.

“Why not?”

“Because it wasn’t a her”.

The sentence took a moment to register, but when it did, I squinted at him.

“What do you mean it wasn’t a her?” I laughed, and watched as he lit his cigar and held the match toward me to do the same.

“His name was Gerard Pyke” he said, as the smoke clouded around him. “Golden hair, tanned skin, big, beautiful green eyes, and lips to die for”.

“You’re fucking with me” I chuckled, because I’d never in my life heard Todd speak about anybody like that, let alone a guy.

He shook his head. “He kissed me once” he continued, “not like a proper kiss or anything, just a peck on the cheek. I think I stopped showering for about a week afterwards”.

“Todd” I finally said, because I was genuinely unsure whether or not he was losing his mind. “You’re talking about a man”.

“Yeah” he said casually, “I am”.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Not because I had anything against gay people, but because Todd, to the best of my knowledge, anyway, wasn’t gay.

“It was a teenage thing” he shrugged, “I guess I grew out of it”.

The way in which he said the words made it clear that even he didn’t believe it. I continued to listen as he went on.

“I love her” he said sternly, and I didn’t doubt it. “I really do, Mike. I love her more than anything else, except Leslie, of course”.

“I know, man”.

“But I still think about him sometimes. I mean, what would it have felt like, y’know? What if he’d given me more than a kiss on the cheek?”

As I watched my best friend, I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken for him. Maybe it was the drink, but there was something about him that was truly sad.

“You’re married now, Todd” I said, trying to be as gentle as possible.

“Yeah” he replied, and finished his whiskey before getting to his feet. “Yeah, I know”.

He stubbed out the cigar and put back the bottle, and all I could do was watch as the man, who was clearly not over his high school crush, began to tidy up. I’ll never know what came over me in that moment of madness, but I did something that I never in my life thought I would do, and walked over to Todd, turned him around and kissed him.

I expected it to be horrific. I prepared myself for the possible vomit that would erupt seconds later, but as the two of us stood in the middle of his living room, our lips pressed together, and my hands against his stubbled face, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement.

“It probably would have felt like that” I whispered.

Our eyes locked as we remained in place. His lips parted slightly and his tongue slid across the bottom one as we continued to breathe each other in. He smelled like manly cologne, woody cigars and sharp whiskey, and the blend was intoxicating.

“I fucking love you, man” he gasped, and before either of us knew what was happening, we were making out again, and falling backwards onto the sofa.

It was a frenzy of passion. Nothing made sense. Nothing that was happening was supposed to be happening, but it was, and it felt so wrong and so right at the same time. It was too confusing to try to comprehend, so I didn’t comprehend it, I just went with it, and seconds later, both of our shirts were on the ground.

“Are you sure?” He asked, breathless. His muscular, hairy chest was now pressed down against mine.

“No” I breathed, and grabbed his face again before shoving my tongue into his mouth. “Alright” I gasped, “now I’m sure”.

His hands slid down my sides. It was completely unlike anything I’d ever experienced with Brooke. It wasn’t soft or gentle, but manic and feral. The noises that escaped from both of us as we ripped at each other’s clothes were almost animalistic, and by the time we were both down to our boxers, I’d been driven wild.

We didn’t need to speak anymore. Nothing that was happening could be put into words, anyway. He knew what he wanted and so did I. Perhaps it was some ingrained instinct that we both had, but it just worked, and when we were both naked, it felt like the most natural thing on the planet.

Todd’s thick, hairy cock rubbed against my own as we kissed again. The scent in the room became heavy and masculine as our bodies collided and our tongues met. His taste was delicious, and we continued to make out until I felt his hand grasp my rod.

I moaned as quietly as I could. It was impossible to even hear Brooke’s snores anymore over the frantic beating of my heart. Todd took me into his mouth, and my eyes rolled back as I received my first ever blowjob from a man.

It was magical. There was something that Todd could, that Brooke could never. He knew what it felt like. He knew what I wanted. What I needed, and as he sucked my cock, I felt every stress in my body melt away.

I scrambled around and squeezed his thick cock. He was half hard, but the moment I sucked his prick between my lips and ran my tongue across his sensitive cock head, he stiffened and moaned.

Again, as though it was instinct, I knew how to suck him. I’d never even considered it before, but I knew what he wanted, and when he arched his back and closed his eyes, I knew I was giving him just that.

“I’m gonna cum” he eventually gasped, but I continued sucking, because I didn’t care. In fact, I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel him explode in my mouth, and seconds later, he did just that.

Shots of thick sperm cascaded down my throat as I took my best friend to orgasm. I felt his cock twitch with each explosion, and continued to drink his load until his balls were empty. It tasted nothing like I expected it to taste, and as I cleaned off his cock with my tongue, I began to wonder what Brooke had been complaining about for all these years, but before I could think of an answer, I felt his mouth around my hard tool once more, and I relaxed onto the sofa as he finished what we’d started.

The orgasm was out of this world. Brooke and I had a good sex life, but it paled in comparison to this. It felt like fireworks had gone off inside me, and as I shot wads of sperm into Todd’s throat, and listened to him gulp it all down, I wondered if I’d been missing out on something for all these years.

“We should get to sleep” he whispered, as we pulled back on our underwear.

“Yeah” I nodded, “yeah, we should”.

The following morning came around too fast. Before I even opened my eyes, my head began to throb, and it was only when I heard Brooke’s voice that I began to recall the events of the night before.

“You look as bad as I feel” she groaned, as she pulled on her coat, “come on, the Uber’s here and Hillary’s leaving at ten”.

I could only open one eye as I grabbed my clothes and pulled them on backwards. I couldn’t work out whether it had all been some type of bizarre dream, but I had no time to think as we headed toward the door.

“Hey, Mike!” Todd called, and hurried out after us. I looked back, still squirming from the daylight, and watched as he handed me a cigar. “You seemed to enjoy it last night” he said, his eyes on mine, “you should both come by next month and we can share another one”.

As Todd grinned at me, I knew that it hadn’t been a dream at all.

“You shouldn’t let him smoke” Brooke laughed, and got into the Uber.

“Oh, I don’t know” Todd whispered to me, “I think he’s a big boy who can make his own decisions, right, Mike?”

I smiled back at him.

“Yeah, Todd” I nodded, “I certainly can”.