Parking Lot Part Seven -- Another Jack

After Tolsen left, I collapsed onto the bed. My peter was begging to be stroked and probably only needed two or three to finish the job, but my brain said “no more” and I instantly fell asleep. When the alarm went off at 6:30, my dick was still waiting and I promptly took care of that issue.

Two interesting things happened at work on Tuesday. First, Jack Tolsen didn’t come in and second, the railroad brought us an afternoon batch of railcars to be off loaded. This post-lunch surprise was not all that uncommon. I just wish it hadn’t happened when I was working on two hours of sleep. 

We finished up around 6pm and I stopped for a drive-up meal before heading home, immediately returning to my sleep chamber. The next thing I knew, it was 7pm. The reason I knew this is because someone was banging on my door. Framed in the center of the peep hole was a slightly tilted cap, with the smiling face of Gary parked underneath. 
“Hey G-man! What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I bet I woke you up.”

“Yeah, but it’s ok.”

“Well, go back to sleep.”

“Well, come and sleep with me.”

“No. I’m gonna clean up our mess.”

Maneuvering my finger inside his shirt, I found his belly button and poked it. 

“Gee, that’s damned thoughtful sweet pea, but I’d rather you come to bed with me. Just look at this lump in my boxers.”

“Come on, I’ve been sleeping all day. I came over here to fix what we broke. Where’s your laundry room? We must have used every towel in the place by now.”

I stopped my protesting and gladly showed him everything he needed for his tasks, then I went back to sleep. Gary laundered all the towels, washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom. He woke me up around 10pm by stripping and joining me on the mattress. I let him lay down beside me, then rested my head on his open arm pit and worked my left hand into that chest hair.

“Did you get it all done?”

“Yep. Even got something in the fridge for us to eat later.”

“What the hell got into you?”

“Well shit, gotta have this place ready to go for next time.”

“Guess who didn’t come in for work?”

“Jack?”

“That’s right.”

Gary chuckled at this. “Do you think maybe we wore him out?”

“He wore himself out. I got him off again after you left.”

“I kinda thought you guys might do that. What games did you play this time?”

“None. Just a straight up blow job. He laid there real quiet and relaxed, then he went home happy.”

“I could use one of those myself, if you’re up for it.”

“Say no more.”

Like he really had to ask. Hell, I was ready to get it on when I opened the door and let him in. With Gary, it was never a question of if, but of how and when. Once he had given me that information, I was ready to serve.

He received the same kind of easy-going satisfaction I had given Jack. I kissed his chest for a little while, then his middle section, before moving to that gorgeous cock and praising it as only I knew how. And just like Jack had done, Gary surrendered a pleasantly gentle and evenly flowing stream of cum to me, based solely on sensual pleasure – the pleasure of my expertise and the comfort we felt with one another.

As I returned to lay beside him, Gary acknowledged his appreciation.
“Man, Kenny. That was good stuff.”

I raised up to kiss his nipple. “You’re good stuff.”

“You wanna get off?”

“Nah. I jacked it this morning. I just wanna lay here with you for awhile.”

And that’s what we did. I massaged his chest and listened to the relaxed breath, as he occasionally drifted off to a state of snoring. I really had to control myself not to attack again. 
Laying beside me was this powerfully masculine being, flat on his back with arms stretched parallel to the head rail, completely comfortable enough in my presence to expose his body to me. And yet, he hadn’t come to visit just so he could get a blow job. No, instead he had come to clean up our mess and put things back in order, knowing I needed a come down after the previous night’s big party. 
The irony was not lost on me. This sort of thoughtfulness is not usually associated with a married straight guy, but here he was and all I could think about was how much he meant to me. Our friendship had quickly passed the stage of pure sexual pleasure. We were becoming an indestructible duo, to be separated by no thing or no one.

It was just like he had told Jack Tolsen. “Me and Kenny are getting pretty tight.”

That pretty much summed up the situation.

We finally rolled out of bed and sat down to the sandwiches he had prepared, then Gary headed for work. 

“They got me five loads tonight, so I better get to it.”

“Yeah, we got an extra spot today. Detroit must be picking up the production.” 

“It comes and goes.”

He stopped at the door. “Is Jack still coming over tomorrow night?”

“As far as I know. You can come, too if you want. I think he’s broken in pretty good. Don’t you?”

Gary stepped closer and squeezed me tight. “You’re so good at this, you could break any man in. I hope he knows how lucky he is. I sure as hell do.”

I hugged him back. “I’ve told you before Gary, it’s a two-way street.”

With that I sent him on his way, then checked out everything he had done for me. Looked like the “love pad” was ready for another crazy get together.