**This is a direct sequel to my story "When the Ball Drops..." A New Year's Eve Saga. Hope you enjoy.***
It had been a year since I was last in New York. I had left the East Coast behind promises of a better future out West. California did not disappoint. My success was great, and my sex life was even drier than before. All of that was tolerable, though. The thing I wished for most was my best friend, Morris Elijah.
It's no secret at this point that we hooked up. It was supposed to be a bittersweet goodbye party that led to an all-out sweet fucking. He wrecked my hole with his massive schlong. In return, I gave him the best piece of ass on this side of heaven. It was so good it put him to sleep.
That's how he missed being in Donna's arms when the clock struck twelve, and the ball dropped in Times Square. I'm not privy to what happened after that. Morris and I didn't speak. I didn't go looking for him. I figured he'd eventually seek me out. He never did, and so our friendship sizzled and dried out, but if you have to end a friendship, you should end it the way we did-with one mind-blowing orgasm after another.
Lightning flashed across the dark sky. The rain sounded heavy as it fell freely from the dark clouds. My driver was stuck in traffic. We were still several blocks away from the event hall. My level of frustration was rising by the minute. My phone rang. It was my home girl, Stacey, calling.
"Hey," I answered, trying to sound calm.
"Don't try and sound calm. I know you're frustrated, Jamie," she said in her high-pitched voice.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, followed by a sigh.
She giggled, "I was calling to tell you what I just found out."
"What?"
"Morris is going to be at the New Year's Eve party tonight," she told me. I could tell she was hoping I wouldn't respond negatively or overly dramatic.
"FUCK," I shouted. No such luck for her. I'm dramatic by nature. "I wanted a quick visit to ring in the new year with friends and be gone without seeing him."
"There's going to be so many people there you might not see him." Bless her heart. She was trying her hardest to smooth things over.
We chatted for a few more minutes. She was quite good at talking me out of my dramatic episodes. I hung up the phone. I looked up, and my driver was staring at me through the rearview mirror.
"Sorry," I half-assed apologized.
I tossed my head back, closed my eyes, and sighed. My mind instantly went back to last New Year's Eve. I could see myself standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I took in that unobstructed panoramic view of the NYC skyline. Then he touched me. His hands ran down my shoulder and across the lower part of my back.
I sat there in the car feeling like I felt in that moment. I was turned on. My sexual attraction and arousal for Morris felt electric. My legs slowly opened and closed as a tingling sensation ran through my balls. I could feel the cum developing in my sack.
My legs opened and closed faster. My dick started to rise. I wanted so badly to stick my hands in my pants and stroke myself off. It was like I could feel Morris kissing and touching me again. It set me on fire.
I licked my lips as I remember seeing his pretty dick for the first time. It dangled between his meaty thighs. His dark bush was trimmed perfectly. It was everything I thought it would be, plus so much more. It left me thirsty for him. He needed to fill my mouth with his flavorful cum. I wanted to drink him whole.
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I finally made it to there. I quickly checked in and headed for the elevators. I pressed the button for the top floor, and the doors began to close. His arm slid through the opening, and doors opened. I don't think he was expecting to see me, and I definitely wasn't expecting to see him. His aroma was still intoxicating and deadly to my senses.
Morris's eyes lit up like a tree on Christmas morning. I could tell he wanted to smile, but he held his poker face. Maybe he didn't smile because my eyes showed such annoyance for him. I quickly stepped over and allowed him extra space. He stepped on, and the doors closed. It was just the two of us. It was so reminiscent of how things transpired between us last year.
As I stood there not far from him, I could feel his body heat. It flowed like a river from him and into my ocean of love for him. I cursed myself for feeling things for the man. How did I fall for a "straight guy?" Was he even straight? He had fucked me like a certified homo.
Those images from the night played in my head again. Me on my back on the floor, him in between my legs. His dick fucking into me, and how his body was twisting like a corkscrew. I could remember the way his balls were slapping against my cheeks and taint. I could even still remember the smell of our sweat mixed with our sex. It was all coming back to me, and it was overpowering.
A loud explosion of some sorts occurred, and the elevator stopped. The sound jolted both of us. Morris quickly began to press the buttons for every floor along with the call button. Nothing happened, and that was not a good sign.
"Fuck," he shouted as he slapped the buttons frantically.
"That's not gonna help, Morris." My voice was full of irritation.
He turned around and stared me down. I stared back at him. We were like two giants facing off.
He sucked his teeth, "Now you know who I am? Fuck outta here."
"I been knowing who you are. A confused man who fucks people and pretends it never happened." My attitude and aggression came out.
His voice raised, "Pretends it never happened?" He shook his head. "I woke up to find you gone. You left without a word, and I assumed you didn't want to talk about it. You could have reached out. I'm supposed to be your best friend."
He invaded my personal space. His nose and lips were nearly touching mine. There was hurt and anger in his eyes. It seemed we had both misread the other person's intentions.
The words spewed out of my mouth, "You go around fucking all your best friends, or just the ones you know are desperately in love with your supposedly straight ass?"
He fired back at me, "I just fuck the ones who give it up like a bitch!"
My eyes widened in shock. He smiled as if he were some big shot. It pissed me off greatly. I pushed him against the wall. Our bodies were suddenly closer than ever.
"Fuck you, Morris."
He replied, "Of course, that's what you want after all this time. You left, and I had to hear people shouting, "Justice for Donna."
I smirked in disbelief, "And what about justice for all the years you teased me, knowing I wanted more than your friendship."
He laughed, "Take what you want then."
