My Best Man by Andy Schell (top 10 novels TXT) 📕

says, “I love you, Harry Ford.” And before I can answer she slides down my body, pulling off my boxers as she descends.

This is a strange moment for a gay guy, believe me. It’s as if all my life I’ve eaten Almond Joys, and for the first time I’m about to sink into a Mounds. It’s just so much softer and smoother, and though it’s supposed to be sweet, I’m not sure I’ll taste the sugar in it and I’ll definitely be missing the nuts.

But as if she senses my apprehension, she doesn’t make me take a bite at all, but bites it herself, so to speak. It doesn’t matter that my dick isn’t hard in the beginning, she makes it hard. And forget that I called her a Mounds she’s a fucking Payday, with more nuts than any guy. And I’m losing my mind, because the one thing I’ve always heard that women have in common is that they can’t give head. I’ve heard wrong; Amity is far beyond even any gay man. She sucks me as if she’s dying of thirst, and I’m the only source for a thousand miles, as if she’s desperate for my release. I’m rolling all over the bed, sometimes pushing her off because it’s so intense, and she’s following me, hungrily reconnecting, begging me to give it up, moaning, whining, totally in need.

When I come, I scream like a sixteen year old getting his first hummer, and she screams too, her mouth full. Then she swallows. And then we both collapse as if we’ve been shot.

We lie there for several minutes, both of us catching our breath. I feel guilty all of a sudden. I should do something for her, right? If not, I’m just like JT, the car salesman. But what will I do? I’ve never flicked the switch on Cindy’s trap door. I wouldn’t know what the hell I’m doing. I’d be the amateur of all time. “So?” I say halfheartedly, my dick starting to soften. “What about you?”

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“Don’t worry,” she answers, exhaling. “I already did. We together.”

I’m so relieved I take her wet hand and hold it. I hear her rustle against the pillow as she turns to me. I turn mine and into her eyes.

“Just hold my hand,” she says delicately, “and I’ll be happy.” And she soon is sleeping without nightmares.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

s Amity pulls the BMW up to the house, we both see the official-looking piece of paper taped to the front door. Never mind that I’m not poor white trash. I have put ninety cents’ worth of gas in my VW because that was the sum of change in my ashtray, and I have lived on convenience store hot dogs after I blew my measly paycheck while at college. I know what that piece of paper is.

“Creditors,” Amity mutters with contempt.

“How do you know?” I ask sheepishly as we step out of the calAmity goes to the mailbox, grabs the mail, and sorts through it. “It’s happened to me, Harry. Only once, but it sucks. That’s why I date rich guys.”

“Until now.” Fuck. I can’t believe I said that. “I mean … I

guess we’re not really dating. Which is good..” because ” “Relax, Harry. We don’t need a title.”

“I know,” I chuckle defensively. But it’s true: Life is different after that blow job. Somehow, I’m more of a man. And somehow, Amity is too. And I’m just not sure what that makes the two of us together. Am I a straight guy just because I got a blow job from a girl? Is she a gay guy just because she sucks dick like a man?

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I read the notice. The credit company says they’ll be someone to the house again “in the near future.” Fools. Don’t know I have no future. “What the fuck am I going to do?”

“Don’t worry, Harry. I’m all lined up to go out with this bi bucks guy named Kim.”

“A guy named Kim?”

“Why not? There was a boy named Sue. Listen, Harry. Kim filthy rich and his mid life crisis is burning a hole in his pocket. needs a girl like me who can cash those checks as fast as he c write them. I’ll make sure some of those checks have your on them.”

It’s amazing. She must know my family is worth more than hundred million dollars, and she’s not only never asked me for penny, but she’s willing to help me out. But I don’t care how money he has Amity shouldn’t have to date him if she doesn want to. Besides, I can’t help but feel jealous. “You’re not some middle-aged got rocks in order to pay off my bills, a guy named Kim,” I say, disgusted. I realize what has to be “We just need to go to Kansas and meet my mother,” I sigh.

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our bags from the trunk, carry them in. ‘ “What are you talking about, Harry?” Amity asks. I’ll explain later. Let’s get stoned.”

“Uh-oh,” she warns, looking at the pile of mail in her

“Just like clockwork. They always know.” ‘ I set our bags down in the house. “What?”

“You got two new credit cards while we were gone.” “Fuck!” I laugh.

“It’s like they can smell you when you’re desperate, so just keep sending you more temptation. Come on,” she pulling on my arm. “We gotta freeze these bad boys.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She reaches into the cupboard in the kitchen and pulls out midsize Tupperware bowls, then instructs me to remove the

cards from the envelopes. She takes a piece of ice from the tray in the freezer, wets it, and sticks it to another piece of ice. “Get a couple pieces of ice and do what I’m doing,” she tells me. “What are we doing, Amity?”

“We’re freezing your assets, babe. You gotta make these bad boys unavailable for impulse purchases.” She shows me how to wet the little tower of cubes and stick the card onto it, then set each of them