Page 18 of Kayden: The Past
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Clusterfuck - Ron & Danielle
Ronand I had been friends since middle school. We grew up in the same neighborhood. He was there when my mom caught us drinking. Well, I should say he was there to drink the liquor but ran like a little girl when my mom ran started to yell.
He didn’t go off to college like the other guys, but he hustles his ass off to make a buck. We didn’t hang out every evening like I did with the guys at work, but we saw each other a couple times a month. He told me he’d started seeing someone new and that she was taking up most of his time, but we could go weeks without speaking and pick right back up where we left off.
Danielle must have told Ron she saw me at Tiffany’s because my phone rang the next day while I was in bed still nursing my wounds and my slight hangover.
“What the fuck happened with Candy, dude?” Ron asked. “Danielle told me that you were both bloody, covered in water, and that the sink was in pieces.”
I laughed thinking about how the room looked as I left last night. “Shitty construction. The fucker wasn’t attached too well to the wall. Guess it wasn’t built to lean on.”
“I guess not. Shit. And the blood?” he asked.
“We both hit the floor when the sink collapsed.”
“Danielle said there was a lot of blood on the floor, more than just a simple fall,” he said.
“We didn’t stop when we fell on the floor.” I laughed. Ron knew that I was an animal and didn’t let simple things stop me in my pursuit of carnal pleasure.
“That’s funny as fuck. I know you’re one crazy-ass motherfucker.” I thought about all the crazy shit Ron and I had done over the years. He was there when Fred dared me to walk into the police station, the liquor, and the endless stream of women in my life. “Candy didn’t seem to mind. She actually bragged to the rest of the girls. Guess you made quite the impression on her. You were the talk of the club last night.”
“It’s hard to believe that chicks are worse than guys when talking about sex. I always thought they didn’t talk much. Man was I totally fucking wrong,” I said.
“I listen to those girls every night when I pick Danielle up from work. Their mouths are so damn filthy. They put us to shame, dude. I can tell you more shit than I ever wanted to know,” he said, making a puking sound. “Candy told all the ladies about your size, bend, and stamina.”
Ron had seen me naked more times than I could count. The wrestling team showered after each meet in a giant room and in gym class. Guys saw each other’s cocks, and eventually, it just became normal. I always felt horrible for the guys with little nubs, the size of a small pickle. They tried to hide it, but the guys just couldn’t help but notice. “Well, as long as she did my cock justice,” I said, smiling at the knowledge that my shit was well-represented and advertised amongst the other ladies at the club.
“Danielle’s off tonight. We’re going out for drinks. I wanted to know if you want to join us tonight. I want her to meet you under other circumstances.”
“Yeah, Ron, I’d love a nice evening out with you two. Anyone else coming?” I asked.
“No, just the three of us. Danielle seemed curious about you after hearing all that Candy had to say. Let’s meet down in Ohio City around eight?” he asked.
“Yeah, where you want to meet?”
“Great Lakes Brewing Company,” he replied.
“I’ll be there, man,” I said before hanging up the phone.
I lay there and thought about Danielle. Something about her caught my eye. She was strikingly beautiful. I was never really attracted to redheads. I’d always been in love with blondes, but Danielle’s look was fiery. I needed to remind myself that she was Ron’s girl, and I needed to keep my hands to myself and remind my cock to behave while in her presence.
My cock already grew hard at the thought of seeing her. I reached under the blankets and wrapped my hand around my stiff cock. I squeezed it, hoping I could get it to go down or behave, but it had a mind of its own. I moved my hand slowly up and down and thought about her glossy red lips wrapped around my shaft. The thought of her mouth touching my skin caused my balls to tingle.
I gripped harder and moved my hand faster, paying extra attention to the head. I stroked it with my eyes closed and thought only of Danielle. I twisted my hand the closer I got to the top, the unusual curve to my cock making a straight up-and-down motion almost impossible. I moved my hips, making the visual in my head match the movements of my body. I had Danielle bent over the sink last night, not Candy. I could almost feel her pussy grip my cock as I increased the speed at which I thrust into my palm. I squeezed the head a little harder with each stroke, chasing the orgasm my body craved. My movement became more fluid, and I touched every inch of my cock with my fingers, twisting and squeezing. My body shook as the orgasm ripped through me, causing my eyes to roll back.
I prayed the release was enough to satisfy my hunger for Danielle when I saw her tonight. A girl was not worth ruining the life-long friendship Ron and I had. I closed my eyes, not ready to face the day and wanting the night to come just a little bit quicker.
The streetsof Cleveland were busy, and people lined the sidewalks, sitting at small café tables outside restaurants and coffee shops. I walked in only a few minutes late after searching for a parking spot on the street. Ron and Danielle were at the bar, sitting close together, laughing as I approached. I sat down in the empty high-top chair next to Ron.
“Hey, Ron. Nice to see you again. Hello, Danielle,” I said as I moved my chair.
“We were just talking about you,” Ron said.
“Laughing at me is more like it.” I gave them both a hurt look, but I knew better than to think Ron would be making fun of me.
“Nah, man, Danielle was talking about Candy. You literally fucked her silly. She was a total mess after you left,” Ron said as Danielle touched his arm.
