Teddy's Coffee

Joe was standing over the kitchen sink thinking back when things between Theodore and him were going well. Joe called him Theodore now. Ever since the fight they had about him fucking his old girlfriend and hadn’t had the smarts to keep his mouth shut and not tell Teddy.

The man came unglued.

Joe was definitely bi and wasn’t concerned with labels. He liked men. He liked woman. He only thought of himself as just… horny!

“You fucked your old girl friend? What the fuck?” Teddy screamed.

“But Teddy, we have an open relationship.” Joe tried to reason.

Teddy responded by walking away from Joe and slamming their bedroom door.

After that, Theodore had remained silent towards Joe for 2 days. He slowly came out of his angered fog with one word replies and grunts.

Before that, things were going pretty good. Joe had met Teddy and moved in with him after only about three months of first dating each other. They had been a typical happy gay couple, but they were two complete opposites. Teddy was a big bear of a man covered in tattoos. He looked like he could bench press 350 pounds and grow a beard in twelve minutes.

Joe was shorter. A skinny kind of hip cat with sort of a resemblance to Iggy Pop. He used to be a rock and roll drummer that had finally cut his long hair and gave up the sticks for a boring day job.

Joe just shook it off. Their sex life had waned a bit and seemed like it had lost a little steam since they’d moved in together. Teddy had said it was just the NRE that was dissipating. (This was one of Teddy’s many quotes from Dan Savage’s podcast that Teddy listened to faithfully. NRE is gay speak for New Relationship Energy).

But fucking his old Japanese girlfriend wasn’t the smartest thing to do, even though they had an open relationship. Joe had a feeling that it was a bit past the “open relationship” rules. And it put a complete stop to the twice weekly blow jobs that the big man would give Joe. And as he knew, Teddy loved to suck cock. Plus, he was great at it.

Joe always thought Teddy was the best combination. He was what Joes called a cock hungry top. He even liked to eat ass. Not something Joe liked to do. But Teddy’s blow jobs… Whew! Man, oh man! That bear knew how to suck a dick.

Joe looked over the backyard through the kitchen window and started to get hard thinking back on most days when he would wake up with a screaming hard-on, pull his thong off and then gently kiss Teddy till he woke up. Eventually he’d get his motor going enough to start something.

If it was a weekend Joe would more than likely end up face down, buns up on the bed with Teddy’s cock buried deep in his ass. It was the second-best thing Joe loved about living with the big bear of a man. Teddy would grind into him forcing his legs apart seeing how far he could get his cock up into his hole. And damn, he was good at fucking, especially when he got a little rough.

But generally, on the weekdays, he would climb the big man, kissing and nibbling his hairy bear skin, stopping to suck on his tasty nipples. Even nosing in and licking his hairy pits, then continue kissing all the way up to his face.

“Climb onto my chest, Baby. I got to have some of your morning wood.” Teddy would say.

Joe would straddle the big man’s chest lean over him with his hands on the bed’s headboard. Sometimes, Teddy would lube up his middle finger with spit and push it into Joe’s ass as he inhaled his cock.

And if it took longer than ten minutes for Joe to cum, he would get another middle digit from the other hand up his ass. Teddy would have both of his big meaty hands gripping on either side of Joe’s firm buns as he sucked Joe’s dick down his throat.

This usually sent Joe into a frenzy, pushing him over the edge. Joe would release his load into the fat man’s gut as he tried his best to swallow Joe’s load.

 

The thought of these memories had gotten Joe so hard; he needed to jack off. He always had a good amount of cum in his balls every morning and he needed them drained. It’s just what he was used to. Along time ago he used to think that was why he would wake up in the morning hard and ready.

Before the “girlfriend fight” Joe would either get a great bear blowjob in the morning or if he was pressed for time, have a quick toss in the shower before heading off to work.

But that was how it used to be.

 

Joe stopped dry humping the front of the kitchen sink and pulled his cock out of his pajama bottoms. He was waiting for the coffee to finish so that he could make a cup for himself and Theodore. This was something he would still do every morning trying to get back on Theo’s good side.

Hell, he had to make his cup anyway.

Well, he thought to himself, he might as well whack off right here in the kitchen. He knew he wasn’t going to get any sex from Theodore.

 

Joe had the coffee cups ready and near the side of the sink as he started to stroke himself. God, this felt good, he thought. In the kitchen window he could see his reflection as he pulled on his cock. One of his favorite visual turn-ons was watching the motion of men when they fucked. There’s something so animalistic and depraved about it.

He imagined his reflection in the window was someone else fucking him in front of the kitchen sink. Before he knew it he started to cum. The first of it hit the back of the sink and then the next glob hit one of the coffee cups, landing on the inside rim. Feeling like he had to contain his eruption quickly he grabbed the coffee cup with the drip of cum in it and pulled it closer to his cock.

He pushed the tip of his dick down into the cup to catch the rest.

After his breath slowed down, he wiped any leftover cum residue from the sink. Joe looked down at his jizz in the bottom of the cup.

“Right! That’ll be Theodore’s cup. He always likes a little sweet cream in his coffee.”

When the coffee machine had finished, Joe filled up both cups and added a little more cream and sugar to Theodore’s, stirred it and then headed upstairs.

****

After that first day, he kept making Theodore’s coffee with his special man milk. He knew it was passive aggressive. The weird thing was, Theodore never mentioned that his coffee tasted different.

Joe even laughed to himself calling it “Joe-Joe cream,” combining his name with the old coffee nickname.

This went on for about two weeks and then Theodore asked Joe to sit down after he had gotten home from work.

Joe was thinking he was going to break up with him and he was prepared for the worst.

“Joe, you know I still love you. I want to put our little spat behind us. I’m sorry I got so mad at you about you fucking your old girlfriend. I sometimes forget that your bi and when you told me that you still find woman sexually attractive, I felt… well, jealous. But after thinking about it for a while I now feel I was being irrational and just plain silly.”

Joe breathed out a sigh of relief and then Teddy said, “But one thing I have come to love is the extra cream you put in my coffee every morning.”

 Then Teddy smiled and grabbed Joe’s hand leaning in toward him and said, “But I think in the future, I would prefer to get it from the source.”