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Lonnie didn’t turn it off but he hit the mute. “Dallas just got a first down!” He announced. “I made you some coffee, it’s ready. Put in a shot of whiskey, fix you up …” He turned back to the silent screen.

Lonnie made coffee? It smelled wonderful! Gee … Marvin stood, wavering. A commercial came on. Lonnie glanced back up at him. “You look like shit, man!” He laughed. “Come on and sit down.” He stood up. “I’ll get you a cup. You look like you need it, bad!” He thought it was funny? But Marvin decided to enjoy the pampering. Lord knows he got damn little of it. He sank to the couch as Lonnie clattered around in the kitchen. Marvin jumped a little at the banging of china and the clang of flatware. He never thought of Lonnie as the type to wait on anybody.

“Here you go, watch it, hot stuff!” He put the mug on the coffee table, “Put hair on your chest.”

“Thanks. For real, man. Nice of you …” Marvin gingerly sipped at the strong brew.

“Here …” Lonnie lit a cigarette and passed it over. Marvin's eyes must have betrayed the shock. Lonnie grinned, amused. “Didn’t know I could be a nice guy? Don’t tell nobody, okay? Spoil my rep.” He laughed.

“I doubt anybody would believe me if I tried to tell … you do surprise me, Lonnie.” Marvin took the cigarette. “A nice surprise, thanks.” He savored the gesture, rare and wonderful.

“You really think I’m a selfish jerk like that trucker?” Lonnie's grin was the shit eating kind.

“I said self-absorbed, not selfish. It was a poor comparison. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know I can be a jerk. I forget to think, sometimes. You ain’t the first to call me inconsiderate …”

“I didn’t say that …” Marvin winced.

Lonnie dropped his grin. “But you were thinking it! It’s okay, I know. I can be an ass. I come over and drink up your beer, put a dent in your couch and all …I know.” He paused, glanced over at Marvin. “I guess I counted too much on my charm, huh? It’s a fault I got, betting too much on a long shot. I was just thinking about what you said…”

“Don’t, Lonnie", Marv interrupted him. "Don’t think, don’t talk. Okay? Just let me drink this good coffee and relax. I’m not up for deep conversation and personal confession. I’m glad you’re here. I like your company, okay? Now turn the sound back on but keep it down low. My ears hurt. I’ll just sit here and watch you enjoy the game. I like to see you get all enthused. You make me smile, man. That’s enough.” Marvin released him from further squirming admissions and apologies.

Lonnie's eyes connected with Marvin's for a half second, an eternity for him. He reached over and gave his flannel covered thigh a squeeze. “Okay, okay.” He sighed, but his attention was quickly absorbed into the TV's flashing scenes of mayhem and structured violence and copiously emotional male faces.

Marvin wondered about the male fascination with sports. It was pleasant for a while, just watching Lonnie grimace and then see the rush of excitement sweep him up as a goal line stand knotted his fists and he began to gnaw at his raw nails. But Marvin was sleepy, coffee notwithstanding. He curled back into his corner of the couch and drew his legs up between them. His head settled onto the arm of the sofa and he shut his eyes to sooth the burning sting of sore eyelids. He drifted. He dreamed about a trucker in a motel room, demanding and rude. When he woke it was because Lonny was tugging at his robe. He’d shoved his feet down towards Lonnie and rolled onto his back. His robe was mostly scrunched under his hip and his boner was bobbing on his belly. Marvin watched through closed lashes as Lonny pulled the flannel from under him and covered his legs. The guy's attention was still focused on the TV screen but he fumbled at the task and finally secured enough slack material to cover the prominent naked shaft. Lonnie's palm smoothed the soft cotton over his hip and stopped just an inch short of actually bumping the tent pole. Then he sat back and lifted Marvin's feet onto his lap. Then he was right back at the game.

"Very endearing." Marvin thought. "Sweet, comforting … but it would have been more fun if he was staring at my cock and fumbling around to touch it." He drifted back to sleep. Friendship was okay, he guessed. Better than nothing. Lots better.

He woke as the final score was being discussed and all the errors replayed for the fifth quarter talk-a-thon. Lonnie was back in the kitchen, doing battle with his dishes from the sounds. Marvin went in to see the damage. Lonnie was making scrambled eggs.

“Hi. I got hungry, figured you should eat something, too.” Lonnie glanced back at him over his shoulder.

“And he cooks!” Marvin slapped his forehead. “Okay, okay. Let me take over, I can’t sit and watch. My kitchen, I’ll make the mess!”

Lonnie sat at the table and buttered the toast. Marvin chopped ham and added it to the eggs.

They ate in front of the TV. A hospital drama gave them a focal point.

“Well? You feeling better?” Lonnie took his plate, stood up.

“Yeah. My headache’s gone, anyway. Thanks.”

He carted off the dishes and made sounds of water running in the sink. He left them to soak and came back to flop down beside Marvin. “Gotta be something better on …” He grabbed up the remote and surfed. “Hey, check it out …” He stopped on a cable channel showing a bedroom scene from an R rated movie.

“Oh, yeah … right." Marvin grunted. "I really want to watch some man getting off with a woman. Thanks."

Lonnie laughed. “Will you cheer the fuck up?” He grabbed Marv and pulled him over to give his head a nuggie. Marvin struggled but laughed, too.

“Hey, look! A butt shot … movie must be from the eighties …" Marv pointed, Lonnie glanced at the TV just as the guy turned around and his soft dick swung into view. “Damn, full frontal? Must be a foreign film …”

“Shit. I don’t wanna see that!” Lonnie complained. “That dude ain’t got nothing, anyway!”

Marvin was still laying half on him, hand on his thigh. It felt warm. He pulled back, suddenly. “It ain’t the rod, it’s the fisherman.” Marv slid down the couch away from him, lit a cigarette.

“Right. Size don’t matter? You guys with big ones, you always say that!” Lonnie grinned.

“Me? Hell, I felt yours, man. Remember? It’s big enough!”

“Not really.” He pulled a face. “Nothing like that monster you got!”

“Shit, don’t give me that. It felt big as mine!” Marv assured him.

“Yeah, don’t even lie. When you was asleep? I got a look at yours. You popped a bone, man. It was gigantic!” He pulled a face. “Mine ain’t even in the same league!”

“Ah, your own always looks smaller. It’s the grass-is-greener effect …”

“Yeah, sure.” Lonnie squirmed, changed the subject abruptly, “Ain’t there another game tonight? When’s Colorado play?” The remote zapped the naked guy. He found a sit com. “Can I get a smoke?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just moved down the couch beside Marv and took a cigarette from the pack on the table, lit it and stayed there with their thighs pressed tight together. It was an obvious move.

Marvin almost went for it. He laid his hand along Lonnie's thigh like so many times before, began massaging the warm skin. It was exactly like he always did just before he made a grab for the dick. Lonnie fumbled around, rearranged his package, sat lower, and moved his hand back off his lap.

"This is it, right?" Marvin thought. "Now I grab his dick and he lets me? This is how he cheers me up, makes everything all right again. He’s thought about it, planned it, and got himself psyched for it." The big fucker was easier than Marvin expected. He let his palm slide over to the inside thigh, felt the heat increase. Lonnie didn’t move away, he didn’t tense up. Marvin squeezed the flesh, filled his hand with warm leg muscle. The back of his hand bumped something solid in the folds of denim gathered in the crotch.

Marvin slid his hand back up onto the knee, safer territory. This was not feeling right. "He’ll let me. He’ll let me grab a feel, might even let me get inside the fly but it's all me. He's not involved, just allowing me access. Not what I really want, is it?" Sometimes victory is flat, really flat.

Marvin stood up. Lonnie's eyes flashed up at him in quick concern. He didn’t understand. “I got to take a leak …” Marv improvised. He had to get away from that open invitation.

“Yeah, me too …” Lonnie got up to follow. Shit! That's not what Marv had in mind.

He pissed while Lonnie waited in the doorway behind him, tied his robe securely before he turned around.

Lonnie looked worried, nervous. His fingers plucked at his zipper. Marvin slid past him into the bedroom, sat on the bed. Lonnie peed a hard, loud stream, grunted his relief. When he turned to the door his jeans were still open as he adjusted his balls. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Marv pulled his glance away. Lonnie zipped up, stood there hesitantly.

“Go ahead, watch some TV. I think I’ll lie back down, maybe get a nap. You can stay as long as you want. Keep the sound low, okay? There’s beer in the box.” Marvin lay back, turned over towards the wall.

Lonnie stood there a minute. Marv wanted to look at his face but resisted the impulse to turn. He lay still. Lonnie sat beside him, pulled a blanket up to cover his legs. He rubbed his back. “What’s wrong, man? You really pissed at me. Huh? I mean … I’ll go if you want me to …never seen you so down before.”

“No, I don’t want to be alone, Lonnie … stay. Just watch TV, whatever. I won’t bother you. But I really wish you’d stay."

“Tell you what, I could use a nap, too." Lonnie's voice went deep, low volume. "I didn’t sleep much last night, wondering about you. Move over, give me room, okay?”

“Please, don’t do this, Lonnie!” Marvin mumbled into his pillow, wouldn’t face him. “Go sleep on the couch if you want … I can’t …”

“Okay, okay … sorry.” He stood up. Marvin listened to his steps recede, heard the protest of the couch as he slumped down. Then he slept, really slept. Funny how depression acts like a sedative, pulls you right under.

It was nearly dark when he woke up. The house was quiet; he couldn’t even hear the TV. Maybe Lonnie went home. That’s best, right? He decided he had to find friends who understood, friends who want the same thing he wanted, not just a guy willing to pay for favors with sex; best to forget Lonnie completely. "Straight men are always a bummer", he thought, "so why do they always turn me on?" He went into the den. The TV was flickering. Lonnie must have left it on but the sound muted. He went over to turn it off and that’s when he saw him.

Lonnie was asleep on the couch. He’d pulled off his jeans and unbuttoned his plaid shirt. He laid on his back, almost naked, the knee in the rear raised up and the front leg sprawled off to the floor. His dick was at the semi-hard stage, full and juicy looking. His breathing came in soft sighs, regular as a heartbeat. Marvin knelt on the carpet beside him, leaned over to smell his aroma, so close he could feel the heat rise to his face. Lonnie's chest was a bearskin of curly brown hair and it formed a six inch wide trail all the way down to his bush. And Lonnie was wrong, it was big. It was at least five inches long, soft, and as wide as two fingers. Marvin kissed it gently. The pulse in his neck built to a kick ass tension. Lonnie's cock got warmer, lengthened. He kissed it again, licked it across the firm head and tasted bitter urine and musk.

Lonnie’s hand came up from behind to massage his neck, squeeze his shoulder. Marvin took the cock into his lips and it surged with a final jolt of erectile response, grew to fill his mouth and press deeper into his throat. He went down, down, down and Lonnie went a little wild. Hips came up to meet the lips and his hand slid over Marvin's back, moved down to tug at the hem of his robe, explore up under the flannel. He found the belt, pulled it loose and slipped the robe off a shoulder at a time. He stroked Marv's naked back all the way down till he could cup his ass. Lonnie moaned, brought his other hand up to caress Marvin's cheek, to feel his cock slide into the lips with his fingers. He growled… “I’m gonna cum … can’t hold it …” He tried to push Marvin's face aside but the lips held tight and he shot off into the deep, hot throat. He pitched up with a deep groan and clutched Marv's head, emptied a thick load in a series of pulsing spurts.

Then he tugged Marvin's face up to his neck and pulled at him. Marvin climbed up to lay beside him on the couch. He wrapped his arms around the naked man, held him close.

Marv pressed his hard-on against the warm, moist groin ... felt the scratchy bush like a nest. Lonnie held him tighter then relaxed, sighed deeply.

“Well? You okay?” Marv asked, his voice small and breathless.

“Yeah, all right.” Lonnie mumbled.

“Liar! It was better than you expected! Surprised you, didn't it?" Marvin giggled. "You didn’t know how good it would be.”

Lonnie chuckled, deep in his chest. “Yeah. I didn’t know … I didn’t think I’d even, you know, come. I was still scared, I guess.”

“Are you scared, now?” Marvin rose up to look at his face. Lonnie closed his eyes.

“Nawh, not now.” His palm stroked down Marv's back, cupped his ass. “I couldn’t figure if you wanted me to fuck you or what … you never really said …?”

“Mmm. No, I don’t want that. It would hurt like hell, I think. I’ve never done it before.”

“Really? I thought that’s what you guys did … always heard that, you know. You could have blowed me anytime but I thought you wanted something else … just didn’t know what …”

“Go ahead, say it … you were afraid I wanted to fuck you, right?” Marvin laughed, quietly.

“Yeah, okay, that gave me some trouble. I knew I couldn’t do it. That’s what most guys are afraid of, I think.”

“Forget it, Lonnie. I get turned on by your cock, not by your ass. And it’s my cock I get off with, not my prostate. Matter of fact, I might get off if I keep doing this …” He hunched into Lonnie's crotch again, slid across his soft dick and moist heat. “Go ahead, man. I don’t care. Get it!” Lonnie pulled him closer with his butt.

Marv let go his tense reserve, shoved against him in panting and heated thrusts. At last he relaxed, sighed and lay still.

“That it? You got it?” Lonnie asked.

“Nawh. I just got tired. Feels good, turns me on but I guess it won’t get me off. It’s nice, though, just to be close to you. This is what I wanted, Lonnie … this kind of acceptance, this kind of bonding with you. It’s about trust or something … Now I won’t be thinking you’re disgusted with me or …”

“Hey, I never said that! I never thought nothing like that, man …”

“Yeah, I know... But I keep thinking it. Straight men mostly feel superior, put me down … you never did that, I’ll give you credit.”

“Never felt like I was better than you, Man! That’s crazy! I mean, you’re … great, you know?”

“Thanks, Lonnie. And thanks for this. It was nice … You want to wash off or shower? Go ahead, it’s fine.” He rose up but Lonnie drew him back down.

“In a minute … Don’t you want to get off?" He slid his hand down over Marv's hip and brushed against his boner and took it into his large fist and Marv squirmed, moaned.

"This is it", Marvin thought. "It's not straight dick after all, just a real man’s hands to caress me, hold me, tell me it’s all right… a man’s heart to care, real and genuine. That’s what I wanted. The impossible dream … well, mostly impossible. Now go ahead, tell him how much you love him and ruin the whole thing … maybe not. Maybe I can be silent this time. Maybe I can learn denial. Take the pleasure as it comes, don’t ask for more. .. As it comes, ah … yeah. It comes … So good!" He let out a long sigh, melted into relaxed lethargy.

“Feel better now?” Lonnie rose up to look into his face.

Marv closed his eyes. “Yeah, but let’s don’t talk about it, okay?” He rolled off and stood up, picked up his robe. “Let’s go out for supper, what do you say? I’ll buy you a big steak… anything you want.”

“Barbeque ribs? Down at Spat's?” Lonnie grinned. "They've got draft."

“Sounds good. You got it.” Marvin yawned, stretched.

“Hey, there’s an all night Stallone fest on TV10 tonight … okay if I spend the night?” Lonny sat up and his eyes focused on the swing of Marvin's cock, the heavy length of it.

"Sure." Marvin watched his face. "Tomorrow's Sunday. We can sleep all day."

Lonnie glanced up and grinned. "Yeah. Cool."

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