“I hate to leave this wonderful party,” Rory said, “but I do have to get ready for church. Enjoy the cake and I’ll see you all later.”
John brought out a plastic containerwith a lid. “We cut a piece for you. No reason you shouldn’t enjoy the cake you made.”
Rory smiled and took the container. “Thanks, John.”
“Oh Bernard,” Rory said. “Don’t forget the presentation for my final project is at five on Friday the twenty-ninth.”
“Thanks for the reminder, I can’t wait to see what you and your team built. You’ve talked about this solar generator, and it sounds exciting,” Bernard said.
Bernard made a mental note to leave a little early from work so he could support Rory.
The party wrapped up around six. Most of the guests had left after cake and ice cream.
“Do you need help cleaning up?” Bernard asked.
“No, you go home,” John said. “Kelly and I will clean up here.”
“Sarah, if you want to go to Rory’s project demonstration, we can go together,” Bernard said. “If not, we’ll have to drive separately since I’ll be staying in San Jose to watch.”
“I’d love to,” she said. “But John and I have a business dinner party planned. His boss is coming over with his wife and we’re going all out. I’ll probably leave a little early to help set it up, anyway.”
“Okay, I’ll see you on Monday.”
Bernard gave them all hugs and drove home.
On the way, Rory continued to occupy his mind. He’d had a crush on him in high school and during their early twenties, but it was nothing serious. When he came out, if Rory was interested in him, he’d have said something. All he said was he accepted him, and nothing else. So, Bernard gave up hope of being with Rory. It didn’t stop him from fantasizing about him.
After a long hot shower, Bernard lay on the bed, naked. His fingers explored his chest and belly. He curled his fingers into his chest hair.
He pinched a nipple. The titillation stiffened his cock. Bernard stroked himself with his left hand while he caressed his balls with his right. His thick seven-inch cut cock throbbed. His moans of pleasure escaped his lips as he rubbed himself.
He reached into his nightstand for lube and his dildo. He squeezed the lube onto his fingers. His finger slid into his hole. Another moan escaped. He pressed against his prostate and bucked his hips. He stretched out his hole before another finger made its way in.
He pumped his fingers in and out as he stroked himself. His ass begged for something larger.
He removed both fingers and lubed up the dildo. He turned to his side, brought the dildo to his hole, and massaged it with the head. The dildo eased into his ass. It expanded his hole.
“Fuck.”
He rolled onto his back, lifted his legs, and placed a pillow under him. He continued to fuck himself with the dildo. An image of Rory on top of him popped into his head. Rory leaned over him and fucked him while he jerked off. Bernard wanted it. Rory was big, beefy, and hot. He wanted to feel him inside.
Bernard shot a load that reached his chest. Two more pulses followed, cum hitting his stomach. He pulled the dildo out and lay on the bed. Spent.
As he showered, he contemplated the image of Rory fucking him. He didn’t know how to feel. He loved Rory as a friend. Was there something more? Could there be something more? Rory had mentioned if he was gay or bi or anything else, he’d tell Bernard when he was ready. Would Rory be interested in him? He couldn’t think about that. Fantasy was one thing. It wasn’t the first time he’d jerked off thinking about Rory. It was, however, the first time he imagined Rory inside him. Still, he couldn’t act on it. This was just a fantasy.
I need to stop. Rory is my friend, and I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about him. It isn’t fair to him. If I continue to think this way, I might do something I’ll regret. I won’t destroy what we have for a dream or a wish.
Chapter Twelve
Rory
Friday, May 29
RORY ARRIVED ATLyons behind Bernard. Bernard stood by his truck, waiting.
“Hey, Bernard,” he said.
“Hi,” Bernard said.
