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Ridley & Donaldson - 1. Chapter 1

Jason Ridley was an extremely private person. He felt he was gay, but in his fear of discovery, he was still a virgin at the age of thirty-three. There was one time on a business trip to San Francisco, he got up his courage, and went to a gay bar in the Castro district. A handsome young man, who did not hesitate to tell Jason that he wanted to have sex with him, approached him, put his hand on Jason’s crotch and fondled his growing erection. Jason almost gave in, but at the last minute, chickened out.

His abnormal fear of discovery did not stem from any dread that the world, and his friends and family, would shun him or anything like that. He was afraid that his best friend, Ken Donaldson, would stop being his friend. Ken had married about a year ago. He was hunky and masculine (so was Jason), they had been best friends since forever. Jason fell in love with Ken when they were in high school, but he never acted on it. They were roommates in college and law school, and Jason was simply Ken’s best friend, a straight best friend.

They went to work for separate law firms, but after about three years of dealing with 2nd rate cases and legal grunt work, they struck out on their own and formed the partnership of The Law Offices of Ridley and Donaldson. A coin toss had determined that Ridley would come first in the firm’s name. They hired a receptionist, several paralegals, rented an elegant suite of offices in the downtown core, and were doing quite well for such a new firm.

Last year, when Ken married, Jason was his best man. Jason did not think it was a good match. Ken barely knew the girl; they had been together for only a couple of months. Jason thought they had little in common, but of course, he said nothing, and the wedding went on.

As for Ken, he must have been oblivious to Jason’s extracurricular activity. He never questioned why Jason never had any girlfriends, never double dated either, but preferred to stay late in the office and work. He just chalked it up to the way Jason was.

Ken and Jason both had bought one-bedroom condominiums in the same building. And Judy moved into Ken’s condo a couple of weeks before the wedding. Jason casually tried to find out about her life before Ken, and where she had lived before, but he could never get it out of her. Her secrets seemed to be as deep as his.

Somehow, he had a gut feeling that Judy was not all she purported to be. Secretly, in his home one night, he searched the public records database and was not very surprised to learn that Judy had a criminal record. Judy had been arrested and charged twice for prostitution but never incarcerated. If arrested again, she could face a prison term.

He agonized for weeks, should he tell Ken or not. After all, maybe Judy was reformed.

When they had been married for about nine months, Ken went out of town on personal business for a couple of days.

Before he left, Ken asked Jason, “Check in on Judy for me, will you?”

Jason agreed to do just that.

The evening of Ken’s departure, after Jason had eaten his takeout dinner alone, he called to make sure Judy was all right. She answered the phone, and she was obviously drunk and slurring her words; loud music was blaring in the background, and Jason had to beg her to turn it down, so they could hear each other talk.

“Who did you say this is?” she asked several times.

Jason was about to hang up in disgust when he heard a male voice yell at her, “Hang up, bitch. I ain’t paying’ to have you yak on the phone. This dick isn’t going to suck its self.”

Suddenly they were disconnected.

Jason was in a quandary. Judy was no reformed woman; she was a hard-drinking prostitute. Again, he wracked his brain about telling Ken. In the end, he was too chicken. He kept his mouth shut, and for a few more weeks, everything seemed to be right between Ken and Judy.

It was about two weeks from their first anniversary. It was a Saturday night, and Jason had just settled down to another lonely, loveless evening when there was a pounding at his door.

He asked three times who it was there, and got no answer. Finally, he opened the door a smidgen, and there was Ken. He was leaning against the door, and he would surely have fallen if Jason had opened it any further. Slowly, Jason managed to open the door and catch Ken before he could topple over.

Ken was intoxicated. Jason put him into a chair and couldn’t believe what he saw. His business partner, his best friend, was disheveled. He had at least a two-day growth of beard. His breath was full of the stench of cheap booze, but worst of all, he had puked all over himself.

“What the fuck happened?” Jason asked

Ken’s mouth moved but was unable to talk clearly.

“You reek,” Jason said. “Let’s get you into the shower.

He put his arms under Ken’s armpits, half dragged, and half carried him to the bathroom. Ken stood upright and could not move a muscle to help Jason undress him. It was a struggle to get the clothes off Ken but somehow Jason managed.

He pushed his naked friend into the shower and tried to hand him a bar of soap. Ken didn’t move, so Jason held up his arm and attempted to put the soap in his hand. It fell right out, down to the shower floor, as Ken remained in his rigid, almost catatonic state.

In exasperation, Jason undressed and got into the shower with Ken. Jason stood behind Ken and started to soap his back. As the warm water cascaded down their bodies, Ken seemed to loosen up a little. His body sagged, and Jason had to wrap his arm around Ken’s waist to keep him from falling. From that position, Jason began to soap Ken’s smelly chest. Also, from that position, he realized that his own now erect cock was massaging Ken’s crack. He wanted to pull back, but just couldn’t. This was a situation that he believed he would never experience, and he was giving way to lust.

His soapy hand traveled down Ken’s chest and was nearing his pubic area when suddenly Ken turned around to face Jason. Jason panicked. Ken wrapped his arms around Jason and placed his head on Jason’s shoulder. Ken began to sob loudly. The two men held each other tightly, and Jason was aware that Ken’s cock was massaging his, and it was very hard, and beyond wonderful.

“For God’s sake,” Jason begged, “tell me what happened?”

Ken sobbed once and began. He spoke hesitantly and his words were slurred because he was still quite drunk.

“I’ve suspected that Judy was having an affair for quite a while now. I would have preferred an affair to what I found out.”

Jason steeled himself for what was to come. He had a strong suspicion he already knew.

“Yesterday, when I told you I wouldn’t be coming into the office, I left the house but watched our building from across the street. After a short while, I saw two well-dressed men go inside. I became suspicious. They weren’t tenants. I followed them in, and sure enough, they rang my bell. Judy let them in. She was wearing a negligee. I waited about half an hour, and quietly let myself in. Judy was in bed with both of them. They were all naked. One of them was fucking her, and the other had his cock in her mouth.

“She screamed when she saw me, and one of the guys shouted, `Who the fuck are you? We paid good money, fella, so wait your turn.”

“I ran out and went to Benny’s Bar on 11th and Beeridge. I drank for hours, trying to erase the image of what I had just seen. When I vomited, they kicked me out, and I came here. You are my best friend in the whole world. What should I do?”

“The first thing we’ll do is clean you up and get you sober. Then I will make you something to eat. You can stay here tonight, and we can talk about it in the morning. You need a good night’s sleep.”

Ken still had his arms around Jason. Once again, Jason started to soap Ken’s back. Ken was purring like a kitten. His head remained on Jason’s shoulder. Jason was soaping Ken’s butt, and without any conscious intent, he started to soap his friend’s crack. A finger inadvertently slipped in just a bit. Jason wasn’t even aware of what he was doing, and Ken pushed his body harder against Jason’s.

“Lean back,” Jason said softly, and Ken did just that. He continued to stand passively in the shower, content to let Jason do all the work. When Jason soaped his chest and brushed lightly against his nipples, they began to harden, and his dick got stiffer. Jason had reached Ken’s pubic area. The first time that happened, Ken had turned around and he could not continue. This time, he was able to glance at Ken’s face. His eyes were closed, and Jason did something he had dreamed of doing for twenty years. He began to soap Ken’s pubic hair, and his fist found itself wrapping around his beloved’s cock, pulling back the foreskin, and massaging gently.

From his own experience, Jason was well acquainted with a cock that was about to erupt. Ken’s balls were shrinking and hardening. He could hardly breathe, and he was beginning to make guttural sounds. Jason couldn’t stand it any longer. He gave no thought to any negative consequence. He released Ken and let the shower water rinse the soap off his prick. He fell to his knees and engulfed Ken’s cock in his mouth. He just held it that way for a bit, savoring the moment, but then he began to run his tongue up and down the underside of Ken’s throbbing rod. His lips began to pump the object of his long-suppressed desire, and his tongue began to bathe his love’s cock in a slow sensual rhythm.

Ken put his hand on the back of Jason’s head, attempting to push more of his cock into his friend’s mouth. When he came, he screamed so loudly that Jason actually got frightened. Jason swallowed all of Ken’s generous cum, and then he stood up. He embraced Ken, and this time he put his head on Ken’s shoulder. Jason wanted desperately to kiss Ken, but he was afraid.

It was Ken who asked, “Isn’t this where we are supposed to kiss or something?”

Jason didn’t answer. He pulled away from Ken.

“Please,” Jason pleaded, “don’t hate me. I couldn’t stand it if you hated me.”

“I could never hate you, Jason. We two are soul mates. I just never realized how close we were. What you just did it was…it was…it was…” Ken couldn’t find the words.

Nothing more was said as they exited the shower and dried off. Jason put on a robe and pulled another from a closet. He threw it at Ken. Jason’s insides were churning with fear, but Ken just kept smiling at him.

“Ken, I’d like you to stay with me tonight. I don’t think you should go home until we’ve talked it all out in the morning, and you decide on your next move. My couch is over sized. You’ll be comfortable on it.”

“I can’t believe you,” Ken said. “You just gave me the best blow job, probably the best sex I ever had in my life, and you want me to sleep on the couch?”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m not saying. I’m just assuming that there’s a lot more you can teach me and demonstrate for me tonight.” Ken smiled at Jason. This time Jason smiled right back.

“I’ve got something to tell you,” Jason said, lowering his head. “I’m gay. Not only am I gay, but I have also loved you since we were in grade school.”

“Poor Jason! Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I was afraid of losing your friendship.”

“I doubt anything could destroy the friendship we share. Even what you did in the shower didn’t harm us. As far as I am concerned, it brought us closer.”

“Is this where we kiss?” Jason asked, mimicking Ken.

“I think so.”

Ken offered Jason his lips, which were gratefully accepted. At first, they kissed lightly with closed mouths. As chaste as the kiss was, they both found it sensual. Their lips pressed so gently together that it felt like two feathers brushing against each other. It was Ken’s lips, which first parted, and Jason opened up also when he felt Ken’s tongue seeking his. The kisses became more desperate, more lustful, more filled with desire.

Jason whispered, “Come into the kitchen. You need to eat something, and you need some coffee.”

He disengaged himself and started for the kitchen. Ken followed him in awe. He could hardly believe what was happening to him, to them. The thing that amazed him the most was how right it felt, and how utterly wonderful.

Ken sat down at the table, and Jason made coffee for both of them.

“I don’t want coffee,” Ken mumbled.”

“Believe me; you need it. Just drink it down.”

“Whatever you say, master.”

As Jason was making coffee, he toasted a couple of bagels that he pulled out of his refrigerator. To his credit, Ken tried to eat the bagel and drink the coffee, but he kept dozing off. Knowing it was a losing battle to keep him awake Jason led Ken back to the bedroom, removed his robe, and helped get him into bed. It had been a stressful evening and he was ready for bed. They were both naked and smelling fresh from the shower. Ken was at the edge of the bed facing the middle, so Jason got into the other side and nested himself against the man he loved until he could feel Ken’s limp cock pressing against his ass. Jason imagined that he was in Paradise as he fell asleep.

In the morning, Jason woke to find them in the same position, except that Ken’s arm was wrapped around his chest. He kissed the back of the hand he loved and sighed with such deep contentment as he had never before known in his life. He needed to pee badly, but he was not about to disturb this blissful moment, so he held it in, and tried not to move. Ken was breathing softly in his ear, and it sounded heavenly to Jason.

Finally, Ken began to stir. When he was awake, he quickly removed his hand from around Jason’s chest and started to get out of bed. Jason beat him to it.

“I’ve got to pee,” Jason said and ran to the bathroom.

He was afraid to look Ken in the eye. What if, when cold sober, he repented his actions of last night. Jason did his business, washed his hands, and brushed his teeth. He opened the bathroom door, and there stood Ken, grinning from ear to ear.

“Get back in bed,” he said. “It’s Sunday. Let’s sleep in a little, and then discuss where we go from here.”

He went into the bathroom and did his morning things, using Jason’s toothbrush.

Jason suppressed a sob. He was still afraid to look at Ken. He got back in bed with his eyes staring at the floor. He could scarcely believe that after all these years, his dream might come true. Ken returned to bed and sat cross-legged facing Jason. Tentatively Jason reached down, found Ken’s cock and started to caress it.

“That feels so nice,” Ken said, and he reached down and caressed Jason. “Why didn’t you ever tell me how nice this is?”

“I never knew. I’m a virgin.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“No, I swear.”

“Well, let’s remedy that situation and quickly. I never thought I could do what I am about to do, but knowing I am about to give you as much pleasure as you gave me, makes me want to do it more than I can describe to you.”

Ken began to kiss Jason. The tips of their tongues began to tickle each other. They both enjoyed the sensation for a while, and then Ken began moving his fingers down Jason’s hard, muscled body. He had flashing thoughts of Judy’s soft, supple skin, and he hesitated for just a moment but quickly pushed them from his mind. He returned his attention to Jason’s body and began suckling his nipples. He felt them hardening under his tongue and he was amazed. No woman had ever sucked on his nipples, and he could not believe that a man’s nipples were an erogenous zone.

He moved down toward Jason’s crotch and was struck by the musky, masculine scent. It was intoxicating, not fishy like Judy’s clit. It was now or never. Jason was so hard and so ready. Ken ran his tongue up and down Jason’s cut penis, and all around his head. He smiled to himself. It tasted sweet and wonderful, not at all, as he would have expected. He wanted to devour it, and he took it in his mouth. He tried to use only his tongue and lips, and so he did his best not to let his teeth touch Jason’s precious tool.

It didn’t take long before Jason was writhing and moaning “Oh god,” over and over. He gave out one long scream and came. Ken’s first impulse was to pull away, but Jason had swallowed his spunk, and he determined to do as much. Jason’s cum tasted sweet and salty at the same time. He swallowed it all, and he had to smile to himself. He had done pretty well for his first time. He slithered up to Jason and kissed him. Jason could taste his own cum. It was a taste he knew all too well.

“There,” Ken said,” you’re not a virgin anymore.”

“I’m a virgin until you fuck me,” Jason stated with authority.

“I can’t wait, but let’s get up now and shower. I want to take you out for Sunday brunch, and we can continue making love after we eat. God, I am having so much fun. I hope you are too.”

“Brunch for just the two of us is a fantastic idea,” Jason agreed, “and yes, I’m having the time of my life. I have dreamed of this forever, and you are making all my dreams come true. Please tell me that you aren’t grossed out.”

“Are you kidding? I have never had better sex than you are giving me. I think I know the secret. You are the first person I have ever had sex with that I have loved. I’m making love to you, Jason, not just getting my nuts off.” He leaned over and kissed Jason.

They showered together and had to restrain themselves from spending the whole day underwater. Ken finally broke it up by saying to Jason, “Let’s talk about Judy, and my future, at brunch.”

He wanted to end his sentence with `sweetheart,’ but he just wasn’t ready yet, and he couldn’t quite call a man sweetheart, even if he loved him. He vowed to work on it.

At brunch, Jason finally told Ken about his internet search, and about what happened when he called Judy during Ken’s business trip.

“You should have told me,” Ken said softly.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Thanks. I guess I had to find out for myself. Jason, come with me to my place. I need your support to tell Judy to clear out. I can be braver with you at my side.

“Sure.”

“Also, will you handle my divorce? I can’t wait to serve the bitch with papers. She cheated on me, and I don’t want her to get one red cent. Her arrest records for prostitution will help me out.”

The two men went to Ken’s apartment after brunch. Ken was shocked. The apartment was empty; all Judy’s clothes and all the furniture was gone. She was kind enough to leave his wardrobe and personal belongings. Ken found a note on the kitchen counter.

Sorry, you walked in on me like you did, but you should not have been such a snoop. You are a poor excuse for a husband anyway. You make love like a fag, and you don’t make enough money to make me happy. I won’t give you any problem about a divorce. I’m moving in with a millionaire. He was one of my clients, and all he cares about is that I continue to fuck him like a prostitute. He doesn’t expect me to marry him. I’ll call your office on Monday, and give you an address and telephone number where you can reach me. I can’t say that it’s been a ball. Judy.

“What do you think of this, my divorce lawyer?” Ken asked. Jason thought a very long time before he answered.

“Thank God you make love like a fag.”

They broke out laughing, and couldn’t stop smiling all afternoon, even while making love in Jason’s apartment.

They fucked each other for the first time and used condoms because they had no way of knowing who Judy had been with, how careful she had been, or the state of her health.

When Ken entered Jason, he cried out in delight. “You are so tight and hot. No cunt ever made me feel this way. I love you, sweetheart. I’ll love you forever.”

“I love you too, my darling soul mate,” Jason answered back. I can’t wait to feel what you are feeling.”

“You will darling, a million times before we die. Let’s get tested soon, and ditch the rubbers.”

It was with great reluctance that they got up the next morning and went to work.

“Are you as happy as I am?” Jason asked on the way.

“I don’t know how happy you are, Love, but you can’t possibly be happier than I am.”

They kissed before they left Jason’s apartment, and then they became all business-like, at least until they could get back in bed that night.

Copyright © 2019 JimSqu Sunbelter; All Rights Reserved.
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This sounds really familiar (like I’ve read it before somewhere else) but either way, I loved it! Thank you!

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