Past Lies

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An Excerpt From: PAST LIES

Copyright ? SHAYLA KERSTEN, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.

Randy
pulled Susan off the makeshift dance floor. ?I need a break. You?re killing
me.? He pushed through the crowd toward the restrooms. ?Grab me a drink,
would you?? He shoved some money in her hand. ?Something cold and
nonalcoholic.?

Susan
nodded before she headed in the opposite direction.

Although
he?d dreaded this weekend, Randy was having a surprisingly good time. Susan
was as much fun now as she?d been in high school. Even more since she
wasn?t trying to get into his pants. He couldn?t remember the last time
he?d spent hours dancing and just having fun.

Although
Randy couldn?t get Paul Loughton completely out of his mind, he?d managed
to regain control of his libido. Randy laughed as he pushed open the men?s room
door. As if he?d ever have a chance of getting Paul in a clinch, much less
horizontal.

He
stepped out of the way with a friendly smile as a familiar-looking man
exited the restroom. Of course everyone tonight seemed familiar. Some
hadn?t changed much, some drastically.

When
he stepped around the corner into the main part of the restroom, he spotted
a more than familiar set of shoulders standing at one of two urinals.

Great?
His cock jumped at the sight. Taking a piss was going to be difficult if
his interest kept rising.

Paul
looked over his shoulder. His face paled when he saw Randy.

Or was
that Randy?s imagination? Maybe it was the awful fluorescent lighting.

?How?s
it going?? Randy asked. He stepped up to the empty urinal. Taking his time
opening his fly, he hoped Paul would finish and leave. Flashing a half-hard
cock in a public restroom could get a body arrested in these parts. Or
worse.

?Good.
It?s been?interesting.? Paul tucked his penis away before Randy could sneak
a glance.

?Yeah.
I wasn?t expecting to have fun. I only came to the reunion because my
mother insisted.? Relief and disappoint warred within Randy when Paul moved
to the sinks. ?She can be a little strident when she insists.?

Running
water didn?t cover Paul?s chuckle. ?I understand. My father is much the
same way. Except instead of pushing me to come here, he wants me to run for
the state house of representatives.?

?You
don?t want to?? Randy tucked and zipped. When he turned around, he caught a
glimpse of Paul?s face in the mirror.

?Sure.?
A quick flash of something resembling regret darkened his blue eyes. Then
he dropped his gaze to his hands.

?But??

?It?s
a big deal. I?m just not sure I want the public scrutiny.?

Randy
arched his eyebrow. Flipping on the tap, he reached for the soap dispenser.
?Skeletons in the Loughton closet?? He controlled the immediate urge to
snicker at his own choice of words.

?Not
really. I?m just not the public speaker my dad is. I like things simpler,
quieter.?

Rinsing
his hands, Randy nodded. ?I can sympathize. I?m not one for a lot of fuss.?
A slight burn of desire circled his stomach then dropped to his balls. For
some crazy reason, his body refused to recognize the impossibility of this
ancient crush. ?Guess we should go back out there.?

?Yeah,
it won?t last much longer.? Paul tossed the paper towel in the trash. With
an unsteady step, he stumbled toward the door.

?Are
you okay?? Randy caught his arm.

Paul
shrugged off his touch. ?Yeah. A little too much to drink, I?m afraid.?

?Do
you have someone to drive you home??

?Nah,
I?ll find a place to sit and sober up first.?

Randy
shook his head. ?I can drive you home. Can?t have Prestonville?s
mayor getting stopped for DUI.?

?Crap.
That wouldn?t be good. I managed to piss off the police chief at the last
council meeting. He?d love to catch me under the influence.? Paul rubbed
his eyes with the heels of his hands. ?I shouldn?t have let Diane get to
me.?

?Diane??

The
door swung open and two men entered, talking. Paul slipped around them and
out the door before it closed. Randy followed.

?Look,?
Randy said, ?I?ll say my goodbyes to Susan then come back and find you.
Don?t leave.?

Randy
waited until Paul nodded his agreement then he slipped through the crowd,
looking for Susan. He met her near the bar with another vodka tonic in one
hand and a bottle of water in the other. ?Hey, I?m going to call it a
night. You wore me out.? He took the water out of her hand. ?Are you okay
to drive home??

?I?m
fine. Three drinks over three hours are nothing, especially as weak as the
bartender is making them.?

?Are
you sure? I could drive you home. I only nursed the one scotch.?

Susan
grinned and laughed. ?If I thought getting you to drive me home would get
me anywhere, I?d lie and say I?m drunk. But alas, I don?t think I?d have
any better luck tonight than I did twenty years ago.?

Cautious
of the drink in Susan?s hand, he pulled her into a quick embrace. ?I?ll see
you tomorrow.?

Taking
a quick drink of the cold water, Randy hurried back to where he?d left
Paul. As ridiculous as it was, he let his imagination get carried away with
thoughts of the interesting things he could do to the former jock. After
all, what man would turn down a no-strings blowjob?

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