A Paean to my Husband

This short story is not by any means my attempt to join the ranks you venerable authors here on the sight.  This short story is a gift to my husband of nine years as of tomorrow morning (or 26 May to be precise to account for any delays in posting to the web-site).  

Nine years; tomorrow will be the ninth anniversary of the day my life changed.  It as easily might be yesterday if not for the remarkable life we have led for nine years.  Unlike the memorable song about conflict and flaw of memory from Gigi (for any non-appreciator of musical theatre the reference is to a song originally sung and available on recording of Gigi by the very memorable Hermione Gingold and Maurice Chevalier among others in revivals since) I recall the day I met the man who became my mate with flawless clarity.

From my first sight of you through our first afternoon and evening which turned into a weekend and then became a new life for each of us I recall each sight, smell, sound, sensation, and my profound reaction to each.

The bankrupt but stately beach club that your company (the company you then had worked for as an analyst for a matter of months; now you are its C.E.O.) rented and fitted-out for that Saturday's gathering of its employees. The excessive heat for the Memorial Day week-end which instantaneously escalated to an incendiary level for me upon my initial view of you.

Your height so near to my own prodigious elevation over the norms. Both of us in the ninety-ninth percentile for men’s height. In the event that there were other men present of our physical stature I took no notice of them.

The aquamarine of your piercing eyes which I now know change tint and rest in light emerald. The fit of your polo and walking shorts which left no wonder as to your shapely leanness. The sight of you including body hair which sheened nearly translucent over the cords and rips of your muscularity. Your athletic gait. Your determined approach and challenging yet inviting stance. The rich timber of your voice and surprisingly clipped diction; Your few brief words left the impression that you were a product of somewhere closer to my home-town of Boston than coincidentally close to my then home.

The conversation we enjoyed surprised me. Until it surprised me again by turning to the proposition I had expected and then not expected as a result of those engaging conversational volleys.

The challenge I experienced keeping my eyes on the ball instead of on you while we played (and defeated) those young bucks you worked with you after they challenged us to two-on-two beach volleyball. Your precise focus on our objective as a team and your commands and praises equally short and to the point.

The tantalizing aroma of your perspiration after we beat them; overt, strong, and unapologetically male. My head swooned and I took the risk. I leaned in and inhaled you falling deeper under the spell of your Alpha masculinity. The sweaty sheen of your shoulders and neck and the matted blond chest and arm-pit hair was more than I was able to resist and I touched your arm and felt your heat.

Mostly though it was your eyes which drew me and held me fast. No that is a lie of omission; it was every single thing about you which held me captive in the hope of you making me yours if only for a brief physical interlude.

Your formal introduction echoed in my obsessive consideration of you for the agonizing period from our meeting until you made your intention clear. “William Cate, colonel, United States Marine Corps, retired.” I shortly learned that your long designation was not nearly as long as your penis. A welcome coincidence that.

Your rank both impressed me and brought envy to me.  My own interrupted military service was rarely a source of regret for me yet in your presence the disparity in rank served to reinforce what i already knew.  You were my Alpha; the role I had most often played with my partners not even a possibility with you.  Nor even a desire; I was yours to take from the instant of my first sight of you.

Your eyes that initially looked blue like mine in the bright mid-day sun on that Memorial Day Saturday nine yeas ago shone brightly with our future together as I gazed at you.  I did not recognize what I was seeing until later when you had penetrated me and had made me yours and then the déjà vu aspect overwhelmed me with certain knowledge.  That was what I was seeing and could not break my gaze away from.  Just as I could not break my gaze away from yours as you stretched and penetrated my depths.

By then I knew that the range of your eye color was tied to your determination.  In that moment of my surrender to you they shone the same brilliant blue again as they had during your approach to me and as they had during our match.  While we briefly enjoyed the victory before you propositioned me I watched your eyes relax to emerald and then again rage brilliant when you made clear your intent.

Deeper I was drawn; ever deeper into the scene of us unfolding in those colorfully beautiful eyes.  Both of us in peak physical shape and unusual for our age.  Your body clothed was sufficiently appealing as to have caused me a challenge to hide my immediate arousal.  Your body half-naked when we removed our shirts and shoes to play was breath-taking and became more-so as we played aggressively to our win on the beach; we faced-off against the two young hunks yet they paled by comparison to the sight of you.  I could see they knew it as well.

It would be another lie of omission if I did not mention the effect your super-sized hands and feet had upon me.  Heaven help the banality of my instantaneous association of those proportions with the expectation for your manhood.  Your bulging crotch was equally promising though less precise in suggestion. I was so very surprised to find that I had been so wrong when I first took hold if you; I under-estimated you dramatically.

Your warning before we left in my car.  “I only top and I am hung big. Feel me now to see what half-hard is and make your own decision. B ut know this:  Once we begin I do not stop until I am satisfied.”  I had been almost completely top and completely Alpha up to the sight of you and yet had Armageddon commenced at that moment I would have remained determined to be taken by you.

I felt you and then I saw the error of my inference.  You were and are enormous; and I was more completely yours as a result despite the danger the reality posed.  Did you sense my submission beneath my bravado?  Were you conscious of my powerlessness against you as I stood nearly nose-to-nose and struggled to challenge you in return.  I felt your smile or smirk as it was then; only later did I see what a truly spell-binding smile you have.

Had the drive to my home been longer I would surely have stopped along the way and would have invited you to take me there with complete abandon along-side the road.  How many times have we done that in these nine years?  I confess to a lack of clear recollection of the count; but I can tell you that each was more thrilling and more fulfilling than the prior.

I erroneously took your umbrage at the sight of my home (which not to long later became a true home for us) and property as an advantage to regain my Alpha footing.  Of course there was none of that.  From the moment I stopped the car you seized me, you maintained control of me, you played my body to extents I had never before experienced, and you ignited passions in me amid excruciating pain and unimaginable pleasures.

The strong aroma of you was compelling.  I recall an inconvenient thought that I should research pheromones and endorphins as I was undoubtedly responding to yours.  As I neared your groin and your terrifying proportion the scent and Beta instincts propped my efforts and resolve.  The first taste of you eclipsed the discovery of any favorite food.

The gentle touch to my chin to bring my eyes to meet yours was unexpected; the raw power of you promised severe cues.  I was drawn deeper into my desire to please you and into my desire to be possessed by you.  Like an athlete at what might be his only Olympics I engaged every technique and pushed myself beyond my limits.  I was rewarded with you surprised praise. And as my thinking brain wondered if you would stop me before I induced your climax my core being pushed to achieve it... for you and for your pleasure.  Again your gentle grip of my head in your hand as if to insure against me pulling off and away.

Your augmented filthy stream of conversation threatened to bring my own climax into the equation.  The forceful flow of your essence into me from your impossibly thicker and harder member seemed as endless as the nasty and very provocatively arousing stream of consciousness that boomed from you as you unloaded.

You may not remember that you stroked my head twice just before you disengaged from my mouth and throat. And then for the first time I fell into love... with your laugh.  “Oh yes we are going to have loads of fun!”  Of course you meant for the remainder of the afternoon; but I could not avoid the delusion that you meant a life-time.  You made me work to convert that delusion to reality my colonel but I did it... for us both.

Your massive manhood remained powerfully erect as I cleaned more and more dregs and flow from you.  I needed desperately to cum; but I needed to please you more.  You solved any conundrum; your control of me never wavered.

You commanded me not to cum when you devoured my butt-hole in the most profound ass-rimming session I had ever experienced.  You ate me like a starving man yet you played to my pleasure and you stoked my desire to the extent that I was babbling my cries for you to enter me and to take me totally despite my certainty of permanent impairment as a result of our mismatched proportions.  The risk a part of my consciousness perceived and the inevitability of an emergency room visit was far out-weighed by the prospect of the pleasure to come in my internal destruction.

You recognized my defiant grit for what it was yet you never wavered in your entry.  Yet every jolt of pain was accompanied by waves of pleasures and satisfaction I had never before imagined.

When you were fully lodged inside me again then from the other point of entry I dared to imagine that we were molded for one another.  Absurd really given the sensation that my insides were being rent yet simultaneously my supreme purpose was being fulfilled.  You knew when I was ready and then you showed me ecstasies beyond description.

My firsts were many.  For the sake of your ego I shall proclaim to this assemblage of readers that you proved that multiple orgasms exist and did so effortly and in the pursuit of your own pleasurable release.  I mustered energy and resistance of epic proportion and like two sexual gladiators we pushed one another to new limits for each of us.  I take license of your later praise as I voice your perspective in that joint endeavor.

When we finally collapsed after our copulative extravaganza I was gratified that you were completely drained.  I had done a Beta’s job; I had taken all that you could give... physically.  After some incalculable interval you made to sit up on the side of my very big bed.  I knew your expectations had been exceeded and I knew your consciousness returned with ever-clearing thoughts of getting a taxi to avoid me driving you the long trip home into D.C.  As if I could hear your mind's pace ever-quickening to thoughts on the prospect of a taxi to the rail station.  I had other ideas.

You see my brain’s interior track had codified the vision I had finally recognized in your blazing blue eyes while you fucked me relentlessly.  While you used me for your pleasure and gave me the countless tidal waves of my own pleasure I was refining that knowledge of the vision’s clarity and meaning.  I knew there was an us to be had.  As much as I had wanted you I wanted you more and I wanted more from you and of us.

I approached you gently.  I wrapped my sweating arms around your moist and still heaving upper body. I brought myself closer and held you tight against me.  I felt you tense and I moved my left hand down and took your bull-sized balls into my warm hand leaving my other to rest on your hard hairy washboard abs.  I felt you and held you by both hands and my chest against your strong hard back; and by holding you so intimately I felt your tension subside as I gently rolled your hairy sac and your titanic testicles and softly invited you to relax and rest with me before we made the journey.

Forgive me for the misleading choice of words.  The “journey” to which I referred that Memorial Day Saturday afternoon in my rumpled bed nine years ago was not to return you to your home; it was to take the next steps to bring our lives' journeys together.  I knew our journey had started then.  I knew that you had more of the pre-journey to make before you were ready for the journey I knew was there for us.  I was successful was I not?  The facts that we drove together into D.C. the following Tuesday and we are here on the eve of nine years later is self-evident.  

Like my fore-knowledge of your manly endowment and my surprise at the exceeded expectation so too has our journey together exceeded even the most lofty prospects known to me nine years ago.  I consider myself to be victorious and unimaginably fortunate.

What you have achieved professionally fills me with pride each and every day.  What we have achieved together as parents and what you have achieved as a new parent to a teen-ager who idolizes you both amaze and fill me with gratitude and esteem.  I value and rely upon your primal drive to be our protectors; all of us including all our family members.  

Mostly though I rely upon you to sexually possess and challenge me each and every day.  We make it better than any porn ever recorded.  We are mated and I am yours completely.  Were I given a wish by a genie it would be this:  Every set of lovers every-where should know the bliss of your arms around me, the ecstasy of your penis inside me, the excitement of the sound of you, the arousal of the scent of you, the contentment of the sight of you, and the security of the history we have built together and its future promise.

Thank you Billy, for these nine years and for all those we are allotted to come.  I am, as always, yours.  Chuck.