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I kept my eyes closed and thought about how hot it would be to have someone watching this, witnessing this amazing feat of lovemaking. They would be able to see that we’d hit a new benchmark of the human condition here, right?
Just then I came. I came hard and my back bucked behind me as my head flew forward creating an odd whiplash attack. But I didn’t care. My body was heaving through the heaps of desire and pleasure that was fulfilling every single need I had inside of me. I was screaming in total pleasure so loud that I thought my throat might burst at any moment. I was ready to fall to the ground and collapse with my whole body twitching as if in some kind of limbo where only pleasure existed.
A moment later, I heard Ricky grunt and release his sweet seed inside of me, which only triggered my own body to come harder. It was almost like a contest to see who had gotten off better at this point. His orgasmic fluid was hot and filled with purpose. I could feel it working inside of me, fueling me with even greater lust until my body just could not take anymore and I felt myself collapsing on the flatbed of the truck.
I was spent. My entire being had just been fried.
Ricky leaned against me as he humped out the last bits of his own epic orgasm and then he finally admitted defeat and leaned against me, his body holding me tightly and rocking back and forth with me.
It felt like it was the two of us against the world out there. And I was sure we would be ok.
Chapter Nineteen
Ricky
I took the shot and watched the ball flying through the air towards the hoop. It would be a three pointer if it landed, but if not Doug Simpson would grab it and do a rebound for his team. I just hoped that at least it touched the rim.
The ball hit the backboard and then bounced over Doug’s head where Harold Naysmith reached for it and tipped it out of bounds. The crisis had been averted, but our team was still down by six points. It was one of those days where we just couldn’t seem to get it together.
I played basketball at least once a week with several of the guys from work and a few guys that they knew. It was a good way to get out of the house and to bond with the guys outside of work, something healthy at least. And basketball had been one of my favorite sports since I was young. Being six feet two had some advantages. I was never going to play for the NBA, but I could jump and grab the ball up in the air with the best of most of the guys around the way.
Julie was home watching Zoe on this Saturday. Later on we thought we might go get some ice cream, and take Zoe to her favorite park where she could play on the slides and the monkey bars. And of course she hoped that one kid, Byron, that she liked so much would be there. He always gave the fastest tire swing rides. I’d seen the kid do it; he had some massive upper body strength and he knew just how to lean into the throw to make sure that the swing spun around as fast as possible in one spot without wobbling too much to take the torque out of it. There was a science involved in that I was sure. I used to be the champ at it when I was in school back in the early nineties. Wow, that sounded like forever ago but felt like yesterday. I was finding out the thirties are a weird decade of life.
I j
ogged over to grab some water and chugged from my bottle. The other guys followed suit and we decided to take a five minute break from the game. “Wow, you should have had that last shot Buckman,” Harold teased me.
I laughed. “Well, we can’t get them all. Maybe one day I’ll be as awesome as you are.”
He thought for a second and then considered it. “No, I don’t think that will ever happen.”
I shook my head. “You are crazy. That delusional thinking is working out for you, though.”
“So, how are things going with that young woman you are seeing? Is that why you are a bit distracted?” Harold asked.
“How do you even know about this?” I responded.
He shook his head and said, “Ah, you know how words travel around here. No one around here can keep a secret about anything.”
“Things are fine,” I said.
“What’s it like dating someone that much younger than you?”
“It’s not anything different. I don’t even notice it. She is actually more mature than me in a lot of ways,” I said.
“Well, that shouldn’t be too hard to pull off,” Alec Trent chimed in behind me.
“Really? I’m going to take maturity advice from you?” I grinned.
“No, but you should take it from me,” Gary said after he finished chugging his big bottle of water with his special branch chain amino acids added to it.
I laughed. I actually liked and respected Gary, but the guys were really just trying to give me a hard time. Fine. Whatever. I would let them bust my chops and go home with a smile on my face.
“You guys are too much,” I said. “I guess you’re all just trying to delay getting dominated out on the court by me.”
“Dominated? More like we are tired of grandpa sitting, old timer,” Harold laughed.
“I’m only six years older than you,” I said. “And yes, my girlfriend is younger than you.”
