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I left my house and veered to the left and further up the block, along towards where my local shopping centre was. While I'd had no need to go shopping, I'd recently discovered running in my area was a great way to get to know the neighbourhood.
It was also keeping me away from temptation.
Jogging past my neighbours was interesting, it let me compare us all and our various tastes. There were homes where you could definitely tell the origins or ethnicity of the inhabitants within, by simple things like, Buddha's and wooden windchimes, or that weird gold cat with the ever-moving paw you sometimes see in Asian shops or in someone's window. Sometimes it was the curtains and their shape or colours, and other times it was the house itself.
Vivek works from home on Fridays, as I always did, and he lived about three blocks from my house in a slightly elevated part of the suburb. After detouring the shopping centre, and beyond that neighbourhood, I took a wide berth and angled back via Jackson's neighbourhood and past his house. I wasn't being creepy or stalking him, I just liked to feel the running distance between places sometimes as it allows me to feel closer and more connected to them.
About forty minutes into my run, I'd been thinking about him solid and realised that I absolutely needed to clear the air. Before I knew it, I was jogging back past Vivek's house.
He had a combination of Indian and Western theme which you could see from the outside, but having been inside his house, I knew the extent of the combined themes continued. My wife liked it, and I thought it was interesting, though I was never creative with those things and never commented on them, contentedly appreciating their company and not their decor.
He answered after about a minute, and it was clear he'd deliberated from inside after having seen my approach through the curtains.
"Hey," I said, with a big cheery grin, pretending nothing had changed between us.
"Oh hey," he said, looking kinda perplexed as to why I was standing at his door while scratching the back of his head. It did look like he was thinking of excuses to get rid of me.
"Can we have a quick chat mate?" I said, stepping towards the door.
Too quickly, he said, leaning into the door to block me. "I'm so sorry mate, I'm really busy..."
Fuck it.
I pushed the door wider with a firm hand, and stepped in so I was centimetres from his face.
He looked terrified and startled. I took that as my opportunity. "We've been friends for years. I think you and I need to have a chat."
I have never forced myself onto Vivek, and I've never tried to intimidate him or coerce him or push my way into his house. So when I barrelled past him, and made my way inside his house, I surprised even myself.
"Fine," he said with resignation, scrambling for the wide open door, as though concerned about his neighbours, and finally closing it quietly.
I saw his laptop was open through the home office door, and took a seat on the lounge. "Are you home alone?"
He nodded but didn't sit. Vivek stood by the entry to his lounge area with arms folded and wide eyes. I've never seem him look so cold, distant and also quite visibly terrified.
"I've missed you." It's all I could think to say to try and soften his demeanour. Vivek was treating me like an enemy. Like I'd done something wrong.
This did have somewhat of a softening effect, though not as much as I'd like. He unfolded his arms and watched me briefly, but said nothing and returned his attention to the floor like a scolded child.
"Well, if I can speak openly?" I asked, once more looking around as if expecting his wife to appear.
He nodded, but didn't refold his arms.
I took a breath, swallowed, realised how much more difficult this was in reality than it had been in my head.
"It's weird. We know each other's secret. We've seen each other in a situation that...
He refolded his arms. "Listen, I don't want to talk about it. It was an accident, not really my thing..." he looked to the door, then back at me, as if hoping.
I stood up, realising this wasn't going to go well and I needed to get his attention.
"That same guy and I got arrested a couple of weeks ago," I blurted out.
His eyes bulged, and his arms unfolded, he stepped towards me, lower jaw hanging. "What!"?
And then he sat opposite me, legs open, arms open, watching me intently.
So I told Vivek my story, which included that I'd seen Jackson a couple of times before, and that I'd also been to his house. I didn't tell him I'd slept over there, but I did tell him the other details and estimated how many times I'd been to the toilet. When I recapped with the arrest and what happened, he was on the edge of his seat and his lips looked ready to fire a dozen questions.
"Do you have a criminal record?" he asked.
"No. I got a warning," I stated matter-of-factly.
"Did you get a fine?" he asked me.
"No. I just got a warning and told to stay away from that toilet.
"Did they send stuff to your home address?" he asked me.
I nodded, interlinking my fingers. "I worked from home for a few days because I knew there'd be a letter and I threw it away immediately."
"What if they send more?" he asked, looking panic-stricken.
I shook my head. "They won't. I've been in touch with a lawyer, as has Jackson. They can't do anything more at this point, but we do need to be careful, obviously."
"You're sure?" he calmed only slightly.
I nodded. "Yeah. They're not allowed. Only one letter to back up the warning. But just in case, I'm all over our post these days."
He laughed nervously and we stared at each other a bit.
There were more questions, and I was happy to answer them. When he asked about Jackson, I could tell he'd liked the guy a lot. Who wouldn't? Jackson is incredibly good looking and fit.
"I really have missed you. I know seeing you in the toilet was weird, for both of us... but, I mean, we both obviously share a secret. We've been friends a while, perhaps we could talk about it sometime?"
Vivek looked away, though he bit his lip and appeared deep in thought.
"Anyway, I wanted to come and see you. We're friends, and I'm not going to lose you without a fight," I said, referring to a comment from his ex-girlfriend at University, who he couldn't stand, and had run from.
Vivek burst out laughing, as did I.
"Oh my God! She was such a nutjob!" he said between laughs.
"Your girlfriend," I said smiling, but glad to see him laugh with me.
We agreed that we'd both make an effort to return our friendship to its former levels, and try and not think about our `other' side, but I also let Vivek know that if he wanted to talk about it, I was always willing.
"For now, I'd like to pretend it didn't happen. Perhaps later, I'd like to talk more with you? If that's okay..." Vivek said.
We agreed there'd be no further questions, as long as he'd work hard to be normal with me again, and so I got up to leave.
As I reached the front door, he put his hand on my shoulder, and then looked about to say something. But almost as though he'd reconsidered it, he shook his head and smiled with some embarrassment.
"What?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Nothing."
I folded my arms. "Vivek."
Breathing out, and then looking away, he said, in a voice that I almost didn't hear. "You do have a great dick. It was quite an experience sucking it."
I smiled, then laughed and turned to the door, though I didn't move. I couldn't open the door, because as soon as he said that my dick got hard.
"Well, if it's any consolation, you do suck very well! I assumed it wasn't your first time!"
While awkward, we laughed. Neither of us looked at one another.
Then both looked down at my tight, running shorts and the impossible-to-hide boner.
"Jesus!" Vivek said.
I put my hands over it, but there was no way to hide it. "Give me a minute."
He watched me, but then said, "there's only one way to get rid of that."
My jaw dropped, but I smiled. "You went from shy to ready to service me?" but I laughed.
He nodded, so I nodded down. "Well, it isn't going to go down by itself. And it is kinda your fault."
"It really is," he said, but I think he spoke more to calm his nerves, as he then dropped to his knees.
I watched in awe as he gently pulled my shorts down and my undies, and his eyes widened when he saw my dick again. He didn't look up at me, but put it in his mouth and sucked it.
Vivek was fantastic at sucking dick. Definitely not a novice.
His tongue was truly experienced, and his mouth was at an expert sucking level. He sucked, and licked my dick from the tip to the base and back again. He appeared unfazed by my sweaty crown jewels, or rather, he seemed to relish the muskiness as he buried his face between them at one point. He looked content, eyes closed and mouth smoothly sliding all the way onto my cock. I could feel his nose push deep in my belly, as his tongue licked around my balls, and then his hot mouth wrapped around each of my balls, then both of them.
"Fuck..." I stammered breathlessly, as he worked my tool by his front door.
Each time he worked my balls, his hand would wank my cock gently, then his mouth would find the tip of my cock and he'd slide down on it until the head of my cock entered his throat. He'd gotten good at sucking dick, to the point that when he tightened his throat, it made me wanna jizz.
When I moaned, he hungrily sucked faster.
That was too much. He sucked my dick, while his hand caressed my balls and wanked whatever wasn't in his mouth.
"Oh fuck!" I whispered, as though someone might hear us.
He gagged but used a hand to pull me in deeper.
I nutted so deep; I think it hit the centre of his throat.
Again, he'd jizzed all over my brand-new joggers.
"Shit...sorry,.." he said, as though having realised that he'd done exactly that.
"Oh...it's fine," I laughed, as I packed my softening dick away and stepped back and leaned against the door.
He got up with an awkward smile, and I could see he'd swallowed my jizz.
"That's hot," I said, hoping he wouldn't be embarrassed by it.
Vivek nodded, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
I left Vivek to clean up and jogged a bit on the way home, but mostly I wanted to walk. My mind wandered and I needed to clear my head a little, so I walked back in the direction of the shopping centre and past familiar neighbourhoods and houses close to home.
What had we just done?
I'd wanted to clear the air with Vivek, but realised I'd made things so much more complicated.
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