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Excerpt 1:
Randy pulled Susan off the makeshift dance floor. “I need a
break. You’re killing me.” He pushed through the crowd toward the restrooms.
“Grab me a drink, would you?” He shoved some money in her hand. “Something cold
and non-alcoholic.”
Susan nodded before she headed in the opposite direction.
Although he’d dreaded this weekend, Randy was having a
surprisingly good time. Susan was as much fun now as she’d been in high school.
Even more since she wasn’t trying to get into his pants. He couldn’t remember
the last time he’d spent hours dancing and just having fun.
Although Randy couldn’t get Paul Loughton completely out of
his mind, he’d managed to regain control of his libido. Randy laughed as he
pushed open the men’s room door. As if he’d ever have a chance of getting Paul
in a clench, much less horizontal.
He stepped out of the way with a friendly smile as a
familiar-looking man exited the restroom. Of course everyone tonight seemed
familiar. Some hadn’t changed much, some drastically.
When he stepped around the corner into the main part of the
restroom, he spotted a more than familiar set of shoulders standing at one of
two urinals.
Great… His cock jumped at the sight. Taking a piss was
going to be difficult if his interest kept rising.
Paul looked over his shoulder. His face paled when he saw
Randy.
Or was that Randy’s imagination? Maybe it was the awful
florescent lighting.
“How’s it going?” Randy asked. He stepped up to the empty
urinal. Taking his time opening his fly, he hoped Paul would finish and leave.
Flashing a half-hard cock in a public restroom could get a body arrested in
these parts. Or worse.
“Good. It’s been…interesting.” Paul tucked his penis away
before Randy could sneak a glance.
“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting to have fun. I only came to the
reunion because my mother insisted.” Relief and disappoint warred within Randy
when Paul moved to the sinks. “She can be a little strident when she insists.”
Running water didn’t cover Paul’s chuckle. “I understand.
My father is much the same way. Except instead of pushing me to come here, he
wants me to run for the state house of representatives.”
“You don’t want to?” Randy tucked and zipped. When he
turned around, he caught a glimpse of Paul’s face in the mirror.
“Sure.” A quick flash of something resembling regret
darkened his blue eyes. Then he dropped his gaze to his hands.
“But?”
“It’s a big deal. I’m just not sure I want the public
scrutiny.”
Randy arched his eyebrow. Flipping on the tap, he reached
for the soap dispenser. “Skeletons in the Loughton closet?” He controlled the
immediate urge to snicker at his own choice of words.
“Not really. I’m just not the public speaker my dad is. I
like things simpler, quieter.”
Rinsing his hands, Randy nodded. “I can sympathize. I’m not
one for a lot of fuss.” A slight burn of desire circled his stomach then dropped
to his balls. For some crazy reason, his body refused to recognize the
impossibility of this ancient crush. “Guess we should go back out there.”
“Yeah, it won’t last much longer.” Paul tossed the paper
towel in the trash. With an unsteady step, he stumbled toward the door.
“Are you okay?” Randy caught his arm.
Paul shrugged off his touch. “Yeah. A little too much to
drink, I’m afraid.”
“Do you have someone to drive you home?”
“Nah, I’ll find a place to sit and sober up first.”
Randy shook his head. “I can drive you home. Can’t have
Prestonville’s mayor getting stopped for DUI.”
“Crap. That wouldn’t be good. I managed to piss off the
police chief at the last council meeting. He’d love to catch me under the
influence.” Paul rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I shouldn’t have
let Diane get to me.”
“Diane?”
The door swung open and two men entered talking. Paul
slipped around them and out the door before it closed. Randy followed.
“Look,” Randy said, “I’ll say my goodbyes to Susan then
come back and find you. Don’t leave.”
Randy waited until Paul nodded his agreement then he
slipped through the crowd looking for Susan. He met her near the bar with
another vodka tonic in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. “Hey, I’m
going to call it a night. You wore me out.” He took the water out of her hand.
“Are you okay to drive home?”
“I’m fine. Three drinks over three hours are nothing,
especially as weak as the bartender is making them.”
“Are you sure? I could drive you home. I only nursed the
one scotch.”
Susan grinned and laughed. “If I thought getting you to
drive me home would get me anywhere, I’d lie and say I’m drunk. But alas, I
don’t think I’d have any better luck tonight than I did twenty years ago.”
Cautious of the drink in Susan’s hand, he pulled her into a
quick embrace. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Taking a quick drink of the cold water, Randy hurried back
to where he’d left Paul. As ridiculous as it was, he let his imagination get
carried away with thoughts of the interesting things he could do to the former
jock. After all, what man would turn down a no-strings blow job?
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