Mention Sharon

"I wonder whatever happened to Sharon," I said. We were standing at his kitchen counter.

"Oh yeah, Sharon," he said with a smile. "Haven't heard anything about her in years. Damn she had a nice ass."

"Yes she did."

"I think I've been addicted to ass ever since that night," he said, sipping his beer. "I'd been with a few girls by then, but that was the first time I tried anal. Fuck she was tight."

"I wouldn't know..."

"Hey, you should be happy you got my sloppy seconds," he joked. "As I recall, you didn't seem to mind too much. You were pounding the hell out of her."

"So you were watching?"

"I mean...uh..." he stammered before taking a long drag on his beer.

"Its okay, I watched you too," I said. Kevin seemed a little uncomfortable, so i decided to back off a little. "So...uh...I take it Susan is into anal?"

"No, man, no anal and rarely a blowjob," Kevin said. "Well, I mean, every time she was pregnant, she got really into anal. Its why I kept knocking her up! But not once when she wasn't pregant."

"That sucks."

"Yeah, but she doesn't!" he said it a laugh.

"My old lady isn't into anal either," I said. "We tried it once but she said it hurt too bad. It didn't seem to hurt Sharon any. She seemed to enjoy it."

"Yes she did," Kevin said.

"Ever wonder why some people like it and other don't?"

"It is strange," he said. "I guess some people are just natural bottoms, eh?"

He had no idea how hard it was for me to keep this going. I was having to stand right next to the bar to keep my hard cock hidden. I knew he wanted me, he just didnt know it yet.

"Whats got you thinking about Sharon?" he asked.

"I just got to thinking about that night and how hot it was," I told him. "Watching you wear her ass out. You watching me wear her ass out. Wondering if you liked looking at her...or me."

"I...uh...what the hell you talking about man?" Kevin said.

I've never had to be seductive in my life, but i had had a few women flirt with me. I did my best to channel everyone of them. I slid around the corner of the bar, still hiding my erection.

"When you were looking at me fucking her, were you looking at her or were you looking at my ass? Were you imagining running a train on her?"

"This is getting weird man...."

I reached down and unfastened by jeans, letting them fall to the floor. I stood there in front of him, my erection stretching the fabric of my thong out. He looked me up and down, shocked.

"I got your message," I said. "I know how you feel, but I want to hear it from you. Tell me what you really wanted that night."