Ghosts

His hand on my cock woke me like a joy buzzer to the nuts. He wasn't a delicate flower, that's for sure.

"Want to go again before I have to leave?"

The buzz from the club had worn off and I could see him for what he was now: tired, middle-aged, and oh look, there was the tan line on the left ring finger that the experienced adulterer would know how to hide. "Honey, don't you have someone waiting at home for you?"

I was expecting evasion or rejection. I hadn't expected tears. "Damn it," he choked, rubbing his eyes.  "All I wanted was a nice night, just to forget about him for an evening. I know he said he wanted me to, but... fuck, I'm sorry, I'll go."

"Sweetie, it's okay." I felt like a tool, which was odd because he'd forgotten to take that left hand, the one I'd totally misread, off my tool. Something about warm hands and cocks makes it very hard to soften, even if you're staring at a crying man.  "I'm sorry.  I thought I was winding up as someone's little bit on the side, and God knows I've done that dance.  I should have kept my mouth shut."

"No, it's my fault," he sobbed. "What were you supposed to think? I'm not exactly a prize.."

"Shut up," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.  "I wasn't that drunk last night."

"It took me so long to go out after he passed." He suddenly got a scared look.  "Not from AIDS or anything.  I'm clean."

I'll admit I had been just a little concerned.  I tried to hide my sigh of relief.

"We went to Massachusetts the day they legalized.  He was so happy he lived long enough. And now I'm fucking a stranger from the club... I'm sorry." He sobbed silently again.

What was I going to do? "Brian." I said. "Tell him my name is Brian when you go visit him next. I'm sure he'll understand." God help me, I raised his chin with my finger so I could kiss him, tears and all, like I was some sort of rom-com hero.  "After all, a guy's got to get off sometimes, am I right?"  I might have winked, and I might have twitched the hard-on that was still clasped in his hand like a life preserver keeping his head above water.

I'm a selfish man, but when his cock was in my ass again, slowly stroking in and out, making my own cock tingle a little with each thrust, I hoped somewhere a ghost was getting off watching us.