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The Peter Principle (Part 2)
I am not completely sure how I got home. I wasn't drunk, but I certainly was distracted. I knew I drove the white Lexus, but it was on automatic. I left the driver's window open and let the cool breeze blow through the car. I was so aroused I couldn't concentrate on anything except the taste of Eddie that was still on my lips, my tongue, and in my belly. I found myself in the parking space in front of my unit without any realization of how I had arrived there. I had an erection that strained at my jeans and all I could think of was Eddie's dark eyes and those fabulous lashes. And his soft but commanding voice and the ironic way he laughed. And the taste of him.
I seemed always to come back to that. He had really unsettled me there in the parking garage. I submitted to the insistence of his need, and then thought we were going to get busted by the security patrol, me so down on him that my face was literally pinned on him. I was so embarrassed by the nakedness of my need. I might have wound up in some tacky security room under a charge of indecent conduct, getting outted in the worst possible public way and ruin my career. That was the last thing I had left after the divorce that was mine. As an additional benefit, I'd be humiliated at the Firm.
I had started out this afternoon confident that I was in charge of my destiny, a man liberated from the shackles of marriage. Horny, perhaps, but free-white-and-well-over twenty-one. Two coincidental encounters with a young man on a Metro platform seemed to have changed a lot. I licked my lips again and turned off the car. I composed myself and got out and walked up to the stairs to my unit.
My bachelor place is on the second floor of a nice old building in Silver Springs. I have another place, out by Rockville, but gave it to my ex-wife in a thoroughly unpleasant divorce. It had been a relief at the end to walk away from it, even though it cost me nearly everything. This building was close in proximity to the District and was built in the 1970s. The walls are made of thick honest concrete and I don't get any sounds from the other units. It had been a condo since the day it was built. I was leasing it from the owner, and because my place was on the second floor I didn't have to use the elevators in the main lobby and could come and go by the stairs and any of the side doors. I usually parked near one of them and I was grateful that I wasn't liable to run into any of the neighbors in my current state of agitation. I slipped my key into the lock of the exterior door and hurried up the stairs and down the broad corridor to number 271.
I unlocked the door to my unit and went in. From where I stood, I had a view of the swimming pool, the parking lot and trees. When the leaves are on the trees and the pool is full it is quite pleasant. I have a balcony where I go to smoke. I don't like the house to be all smoky, and it is cold in the winter. But it is a small discipline and one that makes me feel good. Otherwise, it is small and just slightly more than what a divorced guy can afford in rent.
It was dark inside, since I had left in the daytime. I decided to leave it that way. I did not want to spoil the feeling of anticipation. Eddie had told me to take care of myself when I got home and that is exactly what I intended to do. I slid off my Levi jacket and kicked my moccasins off by the door. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned the button of my jeans. I skinned them off and threw them on the couch. I noticed that my briefs had a dark stain from the pre-cum I had been leaking since the encounter in the parking structure.
I took off my socks and threw them at my jeans. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs and rolled them down. My cock jutted out, angling up to the northeast, since I am a right-hander. I was as hard as I can ever remember being, a diamond cutter of an erection. A glint of clear fluid had accumulated again on the tip even in the moment since the briefs had come off. I ran my right index finger over it and brought it to my lips, thinking of the taste of him. My preliminary discharge was slippery and nearly tasteless compared to the full load Eddie had given me but I licked my lips just the same.
I took off my turtleneck and deposited it on top of the jeans and the socks. I walked from the little living room into the single bedroom and laid down on the bed in the dim twilight. I rested my head on the decorative pillows and spread my legs wide across the comforter. I raised my knees slightly and let them splay outward. I lightly ran my left index finger down the shaft of my penis. It seemed otherworldly, not really attached to me at all, though the chills it brought meant we were connected enough. Each vein and ridge stood out in stark contrast, a thrusting tool chiseled as fine as Michelangelo could have done. I half closed my eyes, thinking of what it would be like to be with Eddie, not just down on him, but having him by my side, or on top of me or having him ram me like a dog.
I was going to take my time with an erection this fine, and when I came and pooled my seed on my belly I was going to spoon it up with my fingers and pretend it was his.
My right hand was just taking a light circular grasp of the helmet to my raging friend when the phone rang. I looked over to the bedside, irritated at the interruption and the distraction from my erotic dream. I rose up on one elbow to look at the lit Caller ID display. I did not recognize the number, but it was local. I was tempted to let it go, but the ringing annoyed me and I picked it up to tell whoever it was I didn't want any.
"Hello?" I said. There was a pause and then a voice spoke and my heart began to race.
"Rob? This is Eddie." I was dumbstruck and said nothing. "Listen, I had your number and wanted to talk to you. I'm glad I kept one of the old office phone rosters."
"OK," I said, not knowing what else to say. My mind was racing as fast as my heart.
