His Special Something

My entire life had turned into a steaming, stinking pile of shit and I had no one to blame but myself.

I had married Susan 10 years before. It should have warned me of what was to come that we got into a screaming match at the church, in front of the altar, during the ceremony. Someone should have shot us both and put us out of our misery right then. But, no one did.

I started drinking 8 years ago. If you had been a part of my marriage, you’d have started drinking, too. I don’t mean a martini before dinner, I mean I started throwing them back on the way home from work and continued until I passed out, every night. Susan liked to drink, too, which did wonders for our relationship. It was like an amateur production of “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf” every night, only not so civilized.

I had a good job that I literally pissed away because who can work a productive day after fighting and passing out nightly? Our house was in foreclosure and we had to hide the car from the repo man. And then things got even worse.

Susan and I went “out to dinner” to discuss our situation. Dinner, in this case, consisted mainly of scotch and we wound up being thrown out of the restaurant. I had drunk myself into semi-consciousness and Susan was only a tad better, which is why she drove. Halfway home, even drunk as we were, we got into another screaming match that began with “drunken prick” and “whoring cunt” and then got ugly.

Susan was half turned in the driver’s seat and beating me with her purse when we hit a patch of black ice. The cops said they didn’t even see any skid marks before we went through the guard rail, so I assume that Susan wasn’t even aware. She was lucky, we flew over an embankment and at the bottom she broke her neck and died instantly. The cops also said that I must have been so drunk that I bounced around like a jellyfish in the car. It took 4 hours and the Jaws of Life to extricate me from the wreck.

When they finally got me out, I heard one of the EMT’s say to the other, “DWI, look like a pair of alkies. Unfortunately, one of them survived.”

I was miraculously almost unharmed, a bunch of bruises and cuts and strained muscles. I should have died, too.

Shortly after the wreck, I lost the house. I’d already lost my job and the car was uninsured because Susan was supposed to pay it and didn’t, so I was without a car, too. At least I had some good prescription pain killers out of the mess.

I wound up renting a shitty little studio apartment, hoping to drink myself to death. The only problem with the plan is that you need an income to buy booze.

There was one of those crappy big box stores within walking distance of my place and I cleaned myself up as best possible and applied there. The only thing they offered me was a job stocking all night with the rest of the walking dead and, of course, I accepted.

I hated the job, the store and 99% of my coworkers from the first minute. There was one guy I could halfway tolerate, an old alky like myself, so we usually wound up working together.

About a month after I started the job I was already so fed up that I felt empathy for those assholes who take a semi-automatic to work with them one day. So, when I came up with the idea of destroying stock, it was par for the course with every other fucked up thing I’d ever done.

We would nightly get print out sheets of what we needed to stock. We’d use a forklift to download the stock from the over head racks, drive the pallet to a location and unload whatever was needed. I discovered that the loading dock and the garbage chute to the compactor were never occupied over night, so I started stopping off there. I’d load up the stock needed, fill in what was called for, then drive the forklift to the dock and dump the rest of the new stock down the chute. I laughed every time I did it thinking about the billionaire families I was screwing.

There was only one security guard on the overnight, a short fireplug of a guy. He was only around 5’ 9” but he was solid muscle. His upper arms looked about as big around as my skinny thighs and you could have probably bounced a quarter off of his pecs.

My co-worker and I were in the break room eating lunch one night when the security guard came in and sat down to have a coffee. I was in the middle of a really rude story about some tramp that I had supposedly picked up the weekend before and brought back to my room to fuck. I was being really crude and insulting, which was my standard mode at the time, running the tramp into the ground and laughing.

After a few minutes, the security guard stood up and came over to the trash can by us and threw his cup into it.

“Funny how all of you big time players are stuck on the night shift with a dog shit job, isn’t it?” he said.

“I see you’re working the overnight, too.” I said. “Maybe if you got a little pussy it would ease the stick back out of your ass.”

“And maybe if you got a little pussy, you wouldn’t have to sit around and fantasize about it.” he replied.

“Oh, wait, a burn out like you probably can’t get it up anymore, anyway, and wouldn’t know what to do if he could.”

He really pissed me off because he was fairly accurate. Alcohol has a way of making sure your dick stays limp.

“I’m betting I get more pussy than you ever do.” I said.

“That could be.” he replied. “But first you’d need to take a bath in Kwell and be scrubbed down with a wire brush and boiling water to get the stink off of you. A shampoo and a haircut and brushing your teeth once in a while might make a difference, too. At least you’d look halfway human.”

I was pissed off the rest of the shift, mainly because everything the guy had said was true. When I got home afterward, I took a long look in the mirror. It would be a compliment just to say I looked like warmed over shit. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like having a drink.

I crashed for a few hours and then got up and carried my sorry ass down to the barber shop. I did look better when he had finished and that night before work I took an extra long shower and did some much needed grooming. I used to be a fairly good looking guy.

When the security guy unlocked the door to let me in that night, he looked me up and down and said, “You still look like ’The Lost Weekend” but it’s an improvement.”

“And you still look like an Arnold Schwarzenegger wanna-be rent a cop, no improvement.” I replied.

He responded by making that two fingers to the eyes and then back at me movement meaning, “I’m watching you”.

I went to work and my fury at the cop, myself and my generally shitty life fueled me up. I worked all night and still managed to dump several pallet loads of inventory down the trash chute before morning.

That day, I didn’t drink again and I felt better, amazingly. I’d forgotten what it was like not to be half lit 24 hours a day.

That was a Friday and I had two days off. I spent time sleeping, eating decent food and doing more personal grooming. I even started exercising a little bit.

Sunday night when I reported for work I was feeling a lot better about myself.

The macho security guard let me in and I said, “How you doing, Occifer Friendly?”

“Just shut it and get to work.” he replied.

“You don’t like me much, do you?” I said.

“What’s to like? You’re a total fuck up and a waste of time.”

“I’ve been through a couple a shitty years.” I replied. “I’m not making excuses, I’m just saying that I may have reasons and I’m not a bad guy.”

“We all have shitty times and we all have reasons. But unless you’re a total asshole you suck it up and move on. So, don’t expect sympathy from me.”

“Jesus, I bet when you fuck you cum ice water.” I said and went to work.

Over the next few nights I found myself looking for the guard during work and often I’d look up to see him watching me. It was getting embarrassing.

He had started to grow a mustache and by the next Thursday night it was almost grown in.

“I like the mustache.” I told him when he let me in that night. “It makes you look like one of those 70’s porn studs.”

“That’s me.” he said. “Straight up dirty sex, asshole.”

I looked at him, his muscular arms and his tight torso. He had beautiful eyes and full lips that I noticed for the first time. Suddenly a realization hit me and I hurried away into the store.

I had a crush on the security guard. I’m not gay; at least I’ve never had gay sex. I’ve had a couple of man crushes over the years but nothing ever happened, I just admired some guys. This was different because as soon as I realized what was going on, I started fantasizing about what the guard would be like in bed, what he looked like nude and what kind of sex acts I’d like to do with him. I got a spontaneous erection just from the fantasies.

Knowing that I had the hots for him made me act like an even bigger goofball than usual whenever he was around. I’d trip over my feet, stutter, all of the stuff you do when you’re thirteen and suffering your first adolescent infatuation. I could barely formulate a sentence and I began preening in front of the mirror, hoping he’d remark on how much better I was looking.

That went on for about another week and a half, me getting flustered every time I saw him and fantasizing hot gay sex scenes whenever I didn’t.

Finally, one Thursday morning around halfway through my shift I looked up and he was at the end of an aisle staring at me. He made a beckoning motion, so I climbed off of the forklift and went up to him.

“Upstairs in the office, right now.” was all he said before he spun on his heel and walked off.

The security office was built on a mezzanine inside the store at the front and had large windows that overlooked the whole store. I climbed up the metal stairs and walked into the office where he sat at a desk.

The guard said, “Shut the door behind you.” and then got up and closed the shades over the windows.

“I’ve got something to show you.” he said.

He motioned me over to his side after he sat down and then hit a key on his computer. A black and white film clip played, shot from overhead, showing me dumping inventory down the garbage chute. He hit another key and the clip stopped and was replaced by another clip, showing me in different clothes doing the same thing. I broke out in a cold sweat.

“You’re an even bigger asshole than even I thought.” he said. “I’ve got a whole series of these. The manager asked me to review the security tapes because inventory keeps coming up short and they thought someone was stealing it somehow. What the fuck is wrong with you, didn’t you think anybody would notice and watch the tapes?”

“I didn’t know about the tapes.” I said, feeling like the biggest asshole ever.

“There are fiber optic cameras over every square inch of this place.” he said. “You’re totally fucked. There’s enough here to send you to prison.”

Now I really began to sweat and my legs felt wobbly. I crouched down beside him to keep from falling down.

“Can’t you give me a break?” I asked. “I’ve never done anything like this before and I won’t do it again. For the first time in a long time I feel like I’m on the right track but I fuck everything up, no matter what I do.”

“I read your personnel file.” he said. “I read some old news stories online, too.”

“And so now you know that I’m a total piece of shit. I’m the one who should have died; maybe Susan could have had a happy life if I were the dead one.”

“And maybe she would have just found another asshole exactly like you.” the guard said.

I had never thought that maybe Susan and I were both to blame. It was too much to take in along with being busted.

“Give me another chance.” I said. “You won’t be sorry. I’ll do anything you tell me to from now on.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, looking puzzled.

I rested my hand on his thigh and said, “I’ll do anything. You’re a good looking man and I realized I’m really attracted to you. There’s something different about you and I can’t get you out of my head. I’ll do anything you want me to. I’ll suck your dick. I’ll even let you fuck me in the ass.”

“Whoa.” he said. “Now you’re trying to bribe me with sexual favors? I could have you arrested just for that.”

He stood up and walked over to stand by the windows.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “I’ve got like an obsession about you. Go ahead and have me arrested, I don’t care, but I still want to suck your cock.”

He stood looking at me without speaking for a couple of minutes as if he was weighing something in his mind.

Finally, he said, “Stand up.”

I did as instructed and then he said, “Strip.”

As I started removing my clothes I said, “I’ve never actually done anything with a guy before. You’ll have to tell me what you like.”

“You’re not going to touch me.” he replied. “You’re going to give me a show.”

By now I had taken off everything except my briefs and he motioned for me to remove them. I was excited and my cock had gotten stiff while I undressed. Now, as I lowered my briefs it sprang free and swayed upright in front of me.

The guard looked me over and said, “Nice sized cock.”

I always thought I might be a little bigger than average but I’d never had a guy comment on it before. I was glad that I’d started exercising a few weeks before, at least my body had a bit of tone to it.

There was a long table in the center of the room with chairs on both sides and the guard sat down in his desk chair and rolled over so that he was at the table’s end.

“Climb up on the table on your knees at the other end.” he told me.

I did as he said with my throbbing cock leading the way. When I was on the table, he told me, “Lean back and sit on your haunches. Spread your legs so I can watch your balls swing and look at your ass hole while you jerk off.”

If this was supposed to be some kind of punishment, he had misjudged me. I’d spent the last couple of weeks fantasizing about every gay sex scenario I could think of involving him and this was even hotter than my fantasies.

Precum had started leaking out of my piss hole and I made sure that he was watching as I spread it over my cock head and then licked my fingers clean. I grasped my stiff cock shaft and slowly began to jack it in front of him. He had his hands under the table and I could tell that he was masturbating too.

I made a good show of jerking off; varying my speed so that I didn’t cum too fast, leaning back so that he could see my ass, spreading the sticky precum up and down my cock. He was getting more and more into it and his hands were speeding up under the table. I started jerking myself harder and faster with my right hand while pulling my balls down tight in the sack and stretching them. That seemed to turn him on more and he began panting. I could tell from his face when he came and it put me over the edge, too.

Long ropes of jizz squirted out of my piss slot and splashed onto the tabletop in front of me. The guard sat and watched intently, taking in every spurt.

When my balls were finally emptied, I leant back. The guard got up and opened a drawer and threw a roll of paper towels at me.

“Clean up your mess.” he said. I noticed a large wet spot in the crotch of his trousers.

I cleaned up the table and put my clothes back on and then stood waiting while he moved over back behind the desk.

“Are you going to call and have me arrested now?” I asked.

He looked up at me and said, “I’ve already deleted the security files.” He detached a thumb drive and held it up and said, “But I saved it all on this. Fuck up again even a little bit and I’ll turn you in. Now get the fuck out.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I turned and walked over and opened the door.

“I can come back again tomorrow night if you want.” I said.

“It’s not like we’re all of the sudden BFF’s or something.” he said. “Pull the same shit and you’re going to jail. And stay the fuck out of my way from now on.”

It wasn’t exactly the kind of ending that I had fantasized about but I was feeling pretty high over the whole thing anyway. The rest of the shift I kept popping a boner whenever I thought about the guard’s gorgeous eyes watching me while I jerked my dick.

I was off the next two nights so I didn’t see him again until the start of the next week. When he let me into the store I said, “I never did ask your name.”

“That’s because it’s none of your damned business.” he said and turned away.

I began to walk away and I heard him say behind me, “They call me Sandy.”

That was enough to make my evening and I went to work on the stocking energized. Late in the shift I went into the john to take a piss and as I standing at the urinal letting go, one of the stall doors opened and Sandy came out and walked to the sinks. I pulled back from the urinal so that he could see the dick in my hand and he glanced my way, then back into the mirror.

“This is a retail store.” he said. “We don’t deal in used merchandise.”

I was so surprised that he’d made a joke that I burst out laughing and he looked in the mirror and started laughing, too.

“You don’t get paid to stand around with your dick in your hand, asshole.” he said and walked behind me and out the door.

I had spent all weekend replaying the previous week’s encounter in my mind. There was something about that guy that made me crazy with lust. Even when he walked by and I smelled his scent I got stiff. I’d never experienced anything like it in my life and I was confused and excited.

We saw each other in passing over the next few nights but I didn’t get a chance to talk to him. He was the first thing I thought about in the morning and the last thing at night. I even surfed the internet reading articles to see if you can suddenly become gay later in life and how common it was. What I read just made me more confused.

The next Thursday during my shift I was in the john again, washing my hands when I looked up and saw Sandy once more coming out of a stall. He walked over to the sink beside mine and began to wash his own hands while we looked at each other in the mirror.

He looked so hot to me and I was so hot for him that before I even thought about what I was doing, I turned to him and pulled him into my arms and kissed him hard on the mouth. For the briefest second he kissed me back and then he used his full strength to push me away from him. I stumbled backward, hit the wall and slid down it to sit on the floor.

“Jesus Fuck, what the hell was all of that?” he said.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “I just lost control. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“Well, it did, asshole. What is wrong with you? I’ve got my own problems; I don’t need anymore shit in my life.”

“How do you think I feel?” I asked. I could feel myself getting pissed off. “I never had any kind of gay shit going on in my head before I met you. Now it’s like I’m obsessed with some jerk who hates my guts. This is all your fault.”

“Don’t put your shit on me.” Sandy said. “You don’t know anything about me.” He looked pretty pissed off, too.

We glared at each other for a minute and finally he said, “Are you hurt? Can you get up?”

“I’m fine.” I said. “The only thing hurt is my pride. Some people would like it if I tried to kiss them.”

I dusted myself off and was heading out the door when I heard Sandy say, “And I don’t hate your guts.”

Just like that, I was euphoric and my obsession was back in full force.

I was on my way out at the end of my shift at the same time that Sandy was leaving.

“Want to go have breakfast?” I asked.

“No.” he replied.

“Want to go have coffee?”

“No.”

“Want to go out to dinner tonight?”

Sandy stopped and looked at me.

“Are you like mentally ill or what?” he asked.

“I just want to spend some time with you.” I said.

“Believe me, I’m not that interesting. Don’t you get it when somebody is ignoring you?”

“I guess not. Want to go to dinner?”

He stared at me a moment as if trying to make his mind up about something and then he said, “I’m probably going to kick myself in the ass for this for the next ten years. Do you want to come to my place tonight for dinner?”

Almost before he’d finished speaking I said, “Yes.”

“I’m warning you, I never learnt how to cook. You’re probably getting hotdogs and beans, maybe some potato salad if I can find some.”

“That’s my favorite meal.” I said.

He looked at me through narrowed eyes and said, “Bullshit!”

“Well, it’s my favorite meal now.” I replied.

“Get in my car, asshole.” he said. “You can show me where to pick you up.”

Sandy dropped me off a few minutes later and I was a bundle of nerves all morning and afternoon. Sleep was out of the question so I spent the time cleaning. I made a vow to myself that I was going to seduce him this evening, but then the doubts came back.

“What if he’s really not into me or not gay? What if I get started and he can tell I’ve never given a blowjob before? What if I really suck at sucking? What if he wants to fuck me and I’m not clean?” I tortured myself with.

By the time 6 PM rolled around, I was craving a drink for the first time in weeks. Sandy’s knock came and I was in a cold sweat as I opened the door.

Sandy came in and looked around and then said, “This place is a real shithole. It is clean though, I never expected that.”

“Some guy I know shamed me into taking better care of things, myself included.” I replied.

Sandy just gave me one of his long, appraising looks.

After a short drive we arrived at Sandy’s apartment. The inside was pretty sparse, no pictures or ornaments sitting around or on the walls, just the bare necessities of furniture.

“Did you just move in?” I asked.

“Yeah, 2 years ago.” he replied.

I sat down at the table and watched as he heated up the food. He was wearing a white wife beater that showed off the musculature of his shoulders and his thick biceps and that clung to his v-shaped torso. The loose sweatpants he had on clung to his plump ass and I tried but failed to make out the outline of his cock.

After he sat down and we began to eat things were pretty awkward. We tried talking about sports and found out that neither one of us was a sports fan. We tried a couple of other subjects without success until we finally hit on television.

Sandy was a big fan of an old sitcom about a suburban witch while I was a fan of a show about hillbillies who strike it rich and move to California. We both thought Lucille Ball was the funniest woman ever on TV. I said that my all-time favorite was “The Honeymooners” and drew a complete blank from Sandy.

“Jackie Gleason. Art Carnie. Ralph Cramden and Norton? ‘How about a free trip to the moon, Alice?’”

He’d never seen “The Honeymooners”.

“I’m going to the library first thing tomorrow and see if they have the DVD’s.” I said. “Then you’re going to watch them and see if they’re not the funniest show ever.”

He looked at me kind of funny and asked if I wanted another Dr. Pepper, then went and sat on the sofa. I figured it was now or never, so I followed him and crouched down between his thighs on the floor.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

“I’m going to suck your dick.” I replied.

He gave me that same funny look and said, “That’s never going to happen.”

“Okay, you can fuck me then.”

“That’s never happening, either.” he said. He grasped me by the arm and said, “Sit up here next to me.”

When I was beside him he said, “That’s why I invited you over here. You’ve got to stop this shit. You don’t know anything about me and I’m not the guy you think I am.”

“You’re attracted to me, though, I know you are.”

He sat musing for a moment and then he said, “Okay, let me explain something to you. And remember, I still have those security clips that can send you to prison.”

He scooted down on the sofa so that his back was almost on the cushion and then lifted the waist band of his sweats.

“Put your hand in here and feel my cock.” he said.

That was something I’d been waiting weeks to hear and I was excited that he’d suddenly changed his mind about me. I slid my hand into his pants while he looked me in the eyes. My hand slid over his smooth belly until I hit the top of his pubic patch and I paused. He nodded and I slid my hand lower.

I didn’t feel his cock yet and I was thinking he must be one of those guys who are hung really low when my fingers hit something else. Between his legs there was a crease and my probing fingers sunk inside. I’ve fingered plenty of cunts in my time but for a minute I couldn’t put it together, then I withdrew my hand like I’d been burned.

“You’re a woman?” I asked, incredulous.

“No, I’m a man with a pussy. I’ve never identified as female, even when I was a child. I’ve always known I was a male.”

I thought about the last few weeks and how panicked I’d been and before I could stop myself, I started to laugh.

“You think I’m funny, motherfucker?” Sandy asked and gave me a hard shove off of the sofa. I fell flat on my face and I felt a tooth bust my lip but I still couldn’t control my laughter.

“How about if I stomp the shit out of you right now?” Sandy said.

I finally began to control myself and I got up onto my hands and knees and crawled over between his legs.

“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at me.” I said.

He still looked highly pissed off and then I said, “If you only knew what I’ve been going through these past weeks. I’m turned on to you every way possible but I’ve never done any gay stuff. I kept thinking ’What if I’m no good and he tosses me out? What if I puke when I try to suck his cock? What if he’s hung like a horse and wants to fuck me?’ I had so many fears but I was willing to do anything just to spend time with you. Now, you’ve given me the best Christmas and birthday and every other kind of present I ever had, all rolled into one. I LOVE pussy. There’s no way you could ever be more perfect for me.”

Sandy had calmed down listening to me and he just raised his eyebrows and said, “You are a hot mess.”

“I am,” I said, “and you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Want to have sex?”

“No.” he replied, decisively.

“Want to go lie on your bed and cuddle?” I asked.

“No, again.” he replied.

“Want to go out and get a hamburger?”

“No…..wait, what?” he asked.

“I haven’t had an appetite in weeks.” I said. “Now all of the sudden I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me and I’m as hungry as a horse. Let’s go get a burger and fries.”

Sandy looked at me like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing and then he slowly began to grin.

“You asshole,” he said, “Now I’m hungry, too. You’re really a sick puppy.”

“I’m available for adoption, too.” I said.

We drove to the burger place and the whole way Sandy kept looking over at me quizzically, then smiling and then shaking his head. We went into the restaurant, sat down and placed our order.

When the waitress left, Sandy said, “So, I guess you want to ask me a lot of questions?”

“Do you want me to?”

“No.” he said.

“I didn’t think so. You strike me as the kind of guy who likes to keep his business to himself until he’s ready to open up.”

“You got it in one.” he said.

“I don’t care about the past, yours or mine.” I said. “I want to think about tomorrow and next week and next month.”

“You sound like a stalker.” Sandy said.

“I am. You pushed me off the deep edge. You’re never going to get rid of me, now.” I replied.

He just stared at me and then started shaking his head again just as our food arrived. We tore into the food, both of us suddenly ravenous and I noticed that Sandy kept glancing over my shoulder.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Those two assholes over in the corner keep looking at us and whispering.” he said. “I’m about to go kick some ass.”

I glanced over at them. I knew immediately that they were gay and as I stared they got up and walked toward us.

“You two are a really cute couple.” one of the guys said. “Been together long?”

“Actually, this is our first date.” I said while Sandy stared at me, eyes wide.

“Why are the hot ones always already taken?” he said to his friend. “If it doesn’t work out, we’ll both take either one of you.” he said to me. “We’re here most nights.”

Then they walked up front and paid their check.

“You see,” I said, “we just got the gay guys seal of approval. He even said we make a cute couple. It was obvious it was you that he was really scoping out.”

“Fuck off.” Sandy said with a smile. “Now you know why I try to keep my shit at home, he’d probably have a heart attack if he ever saw me naked.”

“I’d probably have one, too, but it would be from excitement.” I said.

Sandy just looked at me with that long cool stare again and then we began talking of other things.

After we had finished our second meal we paid and walked out to his car.

“Can I spend the night at your place?’ I asked. “I’ll sleep on the sofa and I won’t bother you. I haven’t been able to sleep much since the accident and it would make me feel safe just to know that you’re in the next room.”

“Is that a load of shit to get my sympathy?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you right now, I will never lie to you. I don’t do that. And, I’ll also tell you that even though I was in the original marriage from hell for 8 years, I never cheated on Susan. There are just some things that I would never do. And, yeah, when you called me on it that first night, I was making up a story to impress my buddy. I haven’t been with anybody since the accident. I just want to spend more time with you and the sleep thing is also the truth. “

Sandy gave me one of his patented stares and then just said, “Get in the car, asshole.”

Back at his place we watched TV for a while until both of us were yawning. Sandy got up and fetched a pillow and a blanket and threw them at me.

“I’m going to bed.” he said. “Come into my room and I’ll shoot you.”

I watched TV for an hour or more and then tried to sleep. Even though I was tired I was too hyped up on adrenalin to relax. I kept thinking about what I had discovered about Sandy that evening.

After a few hours, when I was turning over for the millionth time, I looked up and Sandy was standing over me.

“That sofa must feel like a torture rack.” he said.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to wake you. I guess I’m not as tired as I thought.”

He stood looking at me for another moment and then he said, “Okay, asshole, you can share my bed. But you stay on your side and if you try any funny stuff I’ll break your arm.”

I followed him into the bedroom and laid down where he pointed. There was light coming in front outside and I could see him lying on his back beside me. I turned over and marveled at how handsome he was.

After a couple of minutes, without even opening his eyes he said, “You’re staring at me, asshole.”

“I’m sorry.” I said. “Again. It’s just that you’re the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen. I never thought I’d be sharing a bed with another guy but it looks like I hit the jackpot.”

“You certainly try to be a silver tongued devil, don’t you?” he replied.

I watched him a few more minutes and then I said, “Can I ask you something?”

He got an irritable look on his face and said, “What?”

“Can I see all of you?”

For a moment he just stared at me, shocked.

“It’s only fair.” I said. “You’ve seen me naked. You’ve even watched me beat off. Hell, I even showed you my ass hole and that’s a real first for me.”

Sandy let out a snort of laughter and said, “Curiosity killed the cat.”

“And satisfaction brought him back.” I replied.

He waited a minute without saying anything and then he sat up and peeled the tank top over his head. He was beautifully proportioned, his torso v-shaped with wide shoulders. His chest was muscular, his pecs sculpted and he had a muscular 6 pack.

“Jesus, you must work out every day.” I said.

“I do. When you grow up in my situation you’ve got to be prepared to defend yourself. I’ve been working out since I was an adolescent.”

“Do you think I could build a chest like that?” I asked. I peeled off my t-shirt and he looked me over.

“You could definitely bulk up, you’ve already got good definition.” he replied.

He saw me staring at his chest and said, “Now, what?”

“I just thought you’d have scars, you know, on your chest.”

“They’re there. I just had a really good surgeon and I’ve worked my pecs up so that the scars are in the crease. I never really had any breasts to speak of, anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal.” He pointed and showed me a thin spider web line under each pec.

Seeing him so close up and intimately had the predictable effect. My cock was hard as a crowbar and tenting out my boxers in front. I know that he noticed.

“Can I see the rest of you?” I asked. “I’ll take my shorts off too so it won’t feel so weird.”

He gave me a look half pissed and half exasperated and, I flatter myself to think, maybe a little excited.

He grabbed his waist band and slowly drew the sweatpants down over his feet while I kicked off my boxers.

“Jesus, that thing looks even bigger than before.” he said, pointing at my erect cock.

I was too enthralled looking at his body to even hear what he’d said. He had the most masculine body you could ask for, muscular all over from his legs on up. And best of all, instead of a loose cock and balls flopping around his crotch it was perfectly smooth with a short cut pubic patch.

“Man, you’re perfect all over. You could make a million doing porn.” I said. “Let me see the rest?”

“The rest of what?”

“You know, your vagina.”

He gave me another incredulous look which I took as an encouraging sign so I reached over and spread his legs and perched between them.

“Come on, we don’t have any secrets anymore.” I said as I pushed his legs wide apart.

As I may have said before, I really love pussy. And of all the varieties I’ve ever seen, Sandy had the type I love the most.

Instead of the red gash with floppy labia hanging at the sides, he had the type of pussy I associate for some reason with Asian women. There was a mound of flesh that rose between his legs that was bisected by a tight slit edged with pink. I fell onto my stomach so that the gorgeous cunt was inches from my eyes.

“May I touch you?” I asked.

“Sure, I’ve already broken every other one of my rules tonight.” he sighed.

I used my thumbs to part the delicate slit and I saw his small pink lips surrounding a tightly puckered hole, topped with an already erect clit that was a deeper red.

“This has got to be the most beautiful pussy in the world.” I said, looking up into his eyes. He looked back at me like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“It doesn’t gross you out?” he asked. “I know you were expecting me to have a dick for you to play with so you must feel disappointed.”

I looked up at his masculine, beautiful body stretched before me and the perfect, beautiful little pussy in front of me.

“You know, sometimes I think you’re even dumber than me.” I said and he smiled.

I leant forward and placed a soft kiss on his clit which swelled a little more.

“Hey, I don’t know about this.” he said.

“Can’t you just trust me for five minutes?” I asked. “Hasn’t anyone ever given you head before?”

I could see him blush even in the dimness and he said, “No, I’ve never done anything with anybody.”

“God, that hurts my heart, to think that something this wonderful has been going to waste.”

I thrust out my tongue and slowly began to lap at his clit. He squirmed, unused to so much sensation but quickly began to enjoy it. I used my tongue to caress every surface and then moved my face lower to lap at his tight cunt and tiny lips. If there’s one thing I’m good at in the world, it’s eating pussy. I often wonder if that was why Susan really married me.

“Oh my god, that feels good.” he said. “Do that thing you were doing before.”

I moved back up and started lapping at his hot clit again and he said, “Yeah, that’s it. I never knew it could feel like that.”

I began to finger his cunt while lapping away and when I felt him relax a bit I eased one finger into his slick opening. He jumped but didn’t pull away and I moved my finger around inside until I hit the spot on the front side that made him gasp.

“That’s your g-spot.” I said, looking up at him.

I went back to licking and sucking at his clit while massaging that sensitive spot inside of him. He thrashed around and spread his legs even wider, his juices flowing. I lapped harder at his clit, sucking it between my lips and very lightly biting at it. He was rocking his hips in time to my fingering and licking and I felt the already tight cunt begin to contract around my finger. A hot gush of fluid coated my hand and Sandy made a deep grunting noise in his throat while I licked at his moist hole.

I had to smile because it was almost the exact same noise that I make when I cum.

“Holy fuck, that was incredible.” he said.

“And the good news is, we can do it all over again. I bet you get tired of it before I do.”

I went back to tonguing the tasty clit while rubbing his buzzer inside and he lost all inhibition. He began to tell me how fast, how hard, where……I was in muff diver heaven.

I finally lost count of how many times he came. Let’s just say, the mattress will never be the same.

It was just beginning to get light when he said, “I’ve got to get some sleep. My bones all feel like jelly and I’ve never felt so relaxed in my life.”

I moved up from between his legs and lay on my side with him snuggled up behind me with his chest against my back. I reached down and brought his arm up so that it draped over me and I could hold his hand.

“You’ve given me the best night of my life.” I said.

I woke up in the following hours a couple of times, hungry for the taste of his pussy and when I began to eat him out he didn’t resist. Each time, I was rewarded with another wet orgasm. I couldn’t believe my luck.

When I finally woke up for good it was around 4 PM. Sandy was lying on his side watching me. I was conscious of an enormous, throbbing hard on and I looked down to see Sandy’s hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock.

“This big guy didn’t get any attention at all last night.” he said, stroking me.

“He didn’t need any attention.” I said. “Everything was perfect just the way it was.”

“You could jerk off. Or, I could jerk you off. Or………..” he didn’t finish the sentence.

I waited to see what he was thinking.

“I’ve never had a guy inside of me.” he said. “I’ve played around once or twice with a dildo but I’ve never actually been fucked. I never thought I would be.”

“You’ve really had it tough.” I said.

“Well, I was thinking, after all of the times you made me cum in the last 12 hours, it’s the least I can do.”

“You mean you’d let me fuck you?” I said.

“If it doesn’t hurt. And if I don’t really hate it. I’m willing to try.”

I moved over on the bed and crouched between his legs.

“You really are turned on by me, aren’t you?” he asked.

I grabbed the rigid cock that was glued to my belly and showed it to him.

“If this is any indication, probably more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.” I replied.

Even though I’d made him cum so many times already, I wanted him hot for it when I put my dick in him. I teased his clit with my tongue and fingered his g-spot using 2 fingers instead of one. When I started to feel the familiar contractions begin in his cunt, I slid my fingers out and crouched over him.

I used my hand around my shaft to stroke his pussy with my cock head. Both of us looked down and watched the red, swollen head caress his labia and slide back and forth in the wet valley. When I rubbed the hot head over his clit, he gasped and shuddered.

I placed the fat head against his opening and slowly pressed forward. He grimaced a little at the new sensation but he was already used to opening to my fingers and he was hot and wet.

My cock head entered and then the long shaft slid inside behind it until our pubic patches were rubbing against each other.

“It feels really big inside of me.” he said. “But it feels good.”

I wrapped my arm around him, loving the hard musculature of his body combined with the softness of his cunt. As I slowly began to fuck him, I slid one hand between us and softly stroked his engorged clit. He reached down and I felt his hand probing, feeling my cock as it slid in and out of his dripping cunt.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I could really learn to love this.” he said. “How about you?”

“I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

As I stroked his hard little clit I began to truly fuck him, sliding my cock almost all of the way out before thrusting back in. I could tell by his breathing how good it must feel, he was panting and arching his back. When he grasped the cheeks of my ass and started pulling me harder and deeper inside of him, I knew he was enjoying it as much as me.

I plowed away, slamming my cock harder with each thrust and he began raising his hips to meet me. His legs tightened around my waist and I could feel ripples of contraction playing over my hard cock shaft.

When his tight opening clamped around my cock shaft, I knew he was cumming again. The hot sticky fluids flooded against my cock and I could feel the liquid flowing down my balls and dripping onto the bed. He was making that deep grunting noise in his throat.

That was what pushed me over the edge. I thrust my cock deep inside of him and the juice climbed my cock shaft and blasted out of my piss slit. I had my face buried against the side of his neck and in my mind I kept thinking, “I love you, I love you, I so much fucking love you!”

When my balls were finally empty I collapsed on top of him and we both relaxed. I didn’t want to pull my cock out of him so I let it slowly shrink and soften inside of him until it slid out all by itself. I still had my face buried against him, inhaling his just fucked scent.

“Did you mean what you said?” he asked me.

“When, which time?” I asked.

“You were whispering that you love me while we fucked.”

I was embarrassed and unsure of how he would respond so I said, “I didn’t know I was talking, I thought I was only thinking it.”

“So……..?” he asked.

“Fuck, get mad if you want but yes, I’m in love with you. I was halfway there before I knew anything about you, now I’m head over heels. If that pisses you off, it’s just too bad. I’ve tried to not let it happen but it did.”

He laid there looking at the ceiling until finally I said, “Do you want me to go?”

He reached down and grasped my clammy cock and said, “How long do you think he needs to rest until you can fuck me again?”

Incredibly, even though I had just cum, feeling his hand on me was having a noticeable effect and my cock started to swell and harden in his hand.

“Give me another minute,” I said, “I’m not as young as I used to be.”

* * * * * *

During the next week we spent every free moment together. We both made up in spades for the long dry spell without sex that we’d each experienced. We were remarkably compatible and I had no desire to drink, it was like that had been a different person. We began going to the gym together and I was truly happy for the first time in my life.

When we came back to work on the second week I was sitting in the break room with some of the guys when Sandy walked in.

“I thought I’d find you goofing off in here, asshole.” he said as he approached the table. He slid something across the table to me and when I looked at it, it was a ring with a door key and a thumb drive that had been drilled through to fit on the ring like a fob. THE thumb drive.

“You forgot your key today.” he said with a slight smile.

He turned and left and one of the guys said, “What was that about?”

“We’ve been spending time together; we’re sort of a couple.” I replied.

“I never had you pegged for a cock sucker.” my buddy said.

“Neither did I, but I’m in love for the first time in my life and I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about it.”

I got up and walked over to the door and stepped through. Sandy was standing with his back against the wall beside the doorway and had obviously heard the exchange.

He draped an arm over my shoulder and we proceeded down the hallway.

“So, how attached are you to this shithole of a town?” he asked. “I’ve been thinking that in a bigger city hardly anybody is going to notice another gay couple. We should make some plans.”

“You make the plans.” I said. “My only requirement is that I be with you. You already know I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”