Flash Fiction: Two Men Meet Again

Ron Jackson and Dewey Roberts, on the same day and at the time, decide to go sunbathe naked at Crescent Rock. What in the universe should draw these two men together? What in the computer program, that traps our souls and drives good men insane, wanted these two men to meet?

Ron Jackson, the one with the smaller cock and facial hair stared at Dewey. He did not know what to say. He wasn’t expecting this.

Dewey stared back. His cock was partially erect. He knew what to say. “The last time I saw you, you were fucking my wife.”

“It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t invite you to come into the bedroom.”

“It was my bedroom. It was my bed. It was my wife.”

“Yeah, but she cleaned your plow in the divorce, didn’t she. Just because you found her sucking my cock and moaning like the horny woman she was, did not give you the right to slap her.”

“I didn’t slap her hard and she liked to be slapped. You would have gotten a better blow job if you had pulled her hair and gagged her.”

“She told me that it was you who liked to be slapped and you liked to suck on a plastic penis while she pegged you. Maybe you would like to suck on a real penis.”

“You call that thing you’ve got there a real penis.”

“I am a grower and not a shower.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get it up for me. It is me who is going to fuck your butt.”

And Dewey fucked Ron in the ass. When Ron made sweet love to Dewey’s now rich x-wife, again, she thought it was her that was causing him to smile. But it was the memory of Dewey.

The end.