A Sweet Tooth

Having your vehicle hijacked and furthermore, a gun stuck in your face, can be a life changing experience. Added to my woes, my husband of ten years gave me my marching orders one month before the high jacking took place. At thirty-one, I had just grown too old for him and was replaced by a twenty-year-old, named Lacey. Fortunately, I received an excellent ‘out of court’ settlement, so the heartache was somewhat mitigated. With all this drama in my life, however, I decided that a radical change was needed in my life.

When I moved out of my husband’s mansion I rented a small fully furnished apartment on a short term basis, aware that a great deal of soul-searching needed to be done. I needed to get away from the city and the rut that my life had become. I thought about poor Lacey and the role that he would now have to fulfil, wafting through a mist of sparkling repartee and being a perfect ‘hostess,’ while Walter, my former husband, held court in his inimitable an overbearing way.

Essentially, I had become a chameleon, blending into my comfortable surroundings mindlessly. My wakeup call had been a blessing, however, and shortly after I found myself on my own, the realisation dawned that I would finally have to pull my life together and get on with it. I was determined never to subjugate myself to anyone again, and decided to be far more assertive in future.

Although my hijacked vehicle was returned to me, I sold it and bought myself a snazzy French convertible, which was a silly indulgence, ‘But what the fuck?’ I reasoned to myself, in the aftermath of my ordeals.

Next, I consulted an agency that listed small businesses that one could buy. Shortly after my initial consultation, I found my way to a small up and coming town, where I met Frederic who wanted to sell a successful little store that he owned and ran. The store was called, ‘The Nutty Guy.’

Frederic was in his sixties and had a wife’s who’s health was failing. He had, therefore decided to retire, so he could take better care of her. The town in which the store was located was totally charming and I immediately fell in love with it. I also rented an apartment that was perfectly suited to my needs. Two months later, after resigning from my job I found myself in my new environment, happier than I had ever been.

The Nutty Guy sold an extensive array of nuts, chocolates, nougat, and dried fruit. It was very well supported in the community and had a brilliant reputation. Above all, it was a really a very successful little business. Being predominantly a self-service outlet, I also had no staff issues to deal with. I did, nonetheless, have a backup for emergencies and there were a few locals who gladly helped out if I fell sick or had to be away from the business for any reason whatsoever.

Most of the regulars took to me wholeheartedly and in no time I had a great rapport with nearly everyone in the town. In particular, a guy maned Hank totally fascinated me. Hank was a retired homicide detective and for a guy in his sixties, he was as sexy as hell. I recalled an earlier discussion during my former life, when someone mentioned that Sean Connery, when he was already in his late sixties, was still regarded as one of the sexiest men on the planet.

Hank definitely underlined that point of view. If ever the term, ‘hot older guy’ was deserved, then Hank would most certainly have been a frontrunner in that department.

Hank was large, hairy, and solid. He was practically bald on the top of his head, and the bit of hair he had was short-cropped and surrounded his head in a semicircle. The sparse hair on the sides of his head spilled down into two killer sideburns, which were bridged under his nose by an epic moustache. His hands and feet were of the biggest I had ever seen on a man and his arms and legs were thick and sturdy. The ample hair on his chest literally cascaded over the top of his unbuttoned polo shirts. Hank always wore these polo shirts along with shorts and sandals. The enormous bulge in his shorts always mesmerized me and I would often have to avert my eyes, when my ogling became too overt.

Not only was Hank a regular visitor to my store, but also a very good customer. Having a sweet tooth he bought copious amounts of chocolates and nougat, along with the plethora of nuts that he a total addition for.

Although he was fairly crass, I loved his visits and always looked forward to seeing him. In fairness, when I had other visitors in the shop he always toned things down, but when we were alone once more, no holds were barred during our interactions.

On one of his visits the summer Olympics were being held, and having watched the ladies gymnastics the previous evening, Hank gave me a blow by blow account of what he wanted to do to these pretty young women as the contorted their bodies into the favoured sexual positions he wanted to place them in as he fucked them, almost had me doubled over with laughter.

Hank had been married four times but had never fathered any children. This was as the result of a hernia when as a young man, when he had lost one of his balls as a result. The problem this caused, as he put it, was that he only shot blanks after that. This dilemma had ended his first two marriages, and the extended hours of his job thereafter, had taken care of the last two breakups.

At this point, Hank had been single for the past ten years and had no interest in remarrying again because as he clearly stated; “Women were just too full of shit.”

Late one afternoon before I closed the store, Hank popped in. As always he gave me his customary wink. Hank was a ‘winker’ of note and upon arriving or departing from my store, he always winked at me. I even got winks when he said something saucy or made a joke during his visits. I simply loved his sexy winks!

“So, what are you making for dinner?” he asked.

“A green salad,” I answered.

“What? Only rabbits eat fucking green salad,” he answered in disbelief.

“Fuck that,” he then continued, “You’re coming home with me for some proper food. Meat, potatoes, and the odd bit of veg… Now that’s real food,” he concluded.

As I began to protest, he was clearly having none of it.

“I’ve got two beautiful steaks marinating and that’s what we’ll be eating tonight,” he decisively resolved.

When we arrived at Hank’s apartment I was very impressed by how neat and tidy it was. The furniture was basic and there was no mistaking that it was a man’s pad.

Hank had made a huge potato salad the day before and that’s what we would be eating with the steaks. Shortly after the steaks were placed under the griller, we were soon seated at the table, enjoying our meal with two glasses of white wine.

Up to this point, I had told Hank very little about my former life, but suddenly I developed verbal diarrhoea and told him everything. As we spoke and ate, he listened intently. Naturally, my steak was far too big for me and when I offered him half of mine, he gladly accepted and finished it comfortably.

“So, what kind of guys do you like?” he then asked out of the blue.

“Older guys,” I answered.

“How old?” he retorted.

“Oh, I don’t know… over forty… I suppose,” I stammered.

“Whoa, so am I in with a chance?” he hastily answered.

Totally floored, I didn’t reply.

Then there was a brief pause before he enquired, “Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No, never,” I replied. As a joke, I then decided to turn the tables on him. “Have you ever been with a man?”

What Hank said next blew me away completely. He told me about his relationship with a guy in high school. After school, however, he moved on and never revisited that chapter of his life again. Stunned, I made no comment after his revelation.

After a lull, Hank apprehensively asked, “Do you find me appealing?”

“I’m really not comfortable with that ques…” I tried to answer, before he interrupted me.

“Do-you-find-me-sexy,” he then pressured me, with an earnest look on his face.

After a short pause, I whispered, “Yes, very sexy.”

“Will you go to bed with me if I asked you to, Lesley?” he next asked, with a serious look on his face.

“Hank, this is really making me uncomfortable.” I blunderingly countered.

“Why?” he sceptically asked.

Remaining silent, I arose from the table and offered to assist with the dishes. Hank didn’t push me any further on the subject as we washed the dishes. When we were done he stood before me, blocking my way as I was about to return to the lounge.

Staring into my eyes, his tone now took on a serious tone. “Now I’m going to interrogate you properly, boy,” he said, with a stern look on his face.

“Please, go easy on me, detective,” I said, playing along.

Tapping the little pouch that Hank always had clipped to the top of his shorts he said, “Any more lip from you, and I cuff you, boy.”

There was a breathless silence as we continued to stare at one another. Before Hank spoke again.

“Lesley, from the minute I realised that you were gay, I’ve been intrigued by you. Who fucking knows why?” Then after a pause, “Maybe I have been suppressing my latent tendencies for the past forty-four years. I know I’m more than old enough to be your father and if that’s a problem for you, I understand. It’s quite really simple. Please just give me a straightforward yes or no. If no, I promise I’ll still buy my nuts, nougat and chocolates from you,” he concluded, with a playful laugh.

Unable to restrain myself I began to blubber. Hank then immediately enfolded me in his arms and kissed my forehead.

“Jesus, I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Embraced in his thick arms he caressed my back lovingly. “Hey… hey, Lesley, there’s no pressure,” he concluded, before saying, “Just take your time and think it over.”

As I walked back to my place that evening I could have kicked myself. I was nuts about this guy but didn’t realise how much I was still hurting. Being some straight guys experiment, however, wasn’t going to solve my problems either. Woefully, I then concluded that I had possibly made the correct decision.

I did not see Hank for the following three days and was worried that I had offended him. I thought incessantly about Hank during this time. Yes, I wanted to have sex with him but wasn’t sure if I could deal with another possible rejection in my life.

Then, four days later, he appeared in my store as bright eyed and bushy tailed as always.

During a lull in the store when there were no other customers, Hank asked me if I was okay.

After nodding, I attempted to explain my feelings to him. During this period, however, customers constantly came and went.

When we were finally alone again, he spoke, “Lesley, we can both do with a bit of comforting. I definitely like you and according to what you told me, you like me as well. Let’s not waste this opportunity. Fuck knows where it will lead.” Then, with a naughty look on his face he concluded, “B’sides, for an old guy, apparently I’m not too shit in bed.” We both had a good laugh after his speech.

‘What the hell,’ I then thought, ‘Why not?’

“Would like to come to my place for dinner tonight?” I asked, before adding, “I promise it won’t be a green salad.”

Hank arrived at seven and by eight; we were enjoying the roast chicken and vegetables that I had made. Conversation was light and easy at first, but as the meal progressed the intensity of Hank’s stares took on a very erotic questioning gaze. Every time he lifted his wine glass his eyes salaciously looked passed the liquid about to cross his lips, as focussed on my eyes in an imploring manner. It was almost as if they were willing me to give into him, in the most sensual visual seduction I had ever experienced. As we consumed our last morsels of food, his breathing had become laboured with lust.

“Now I want my dessert in the bedroom,” he then rumbled in a horny growl.

Hank wasn’t asking anymore, he was commanding. After he stood up from the table his eyes requisitioned me to follow him to the bedroom. Once there, we stood before one another next to the bed. Hank pulled my ‘Nutty Guy’ t-shirt off me before removing his own shirt. His hairiness was sublime and I couldn’t wait to be enfolded in his arms. My wish was instantly granted as I became encased by his furry body. Next, his ravenous mouth latched onto my lips as he commenced fervently kissing me. I simply melted into his embrace as I let him take total control of me.

Walter, my former husband, was not the most ardent lover in the world and my first encounter with Hank transcended years of passionless engagements in an instant. The warmth of his cocooning body was magical and I felt truly coveted for the first time in my entire life. As our bodies fell onto the bed, Hank’s groans and contented grunts drove me wild with desire.

Hank’s voice was hoarse with horniness when he finally uttered, “I want to feel myself inside you.”

After jumping off the bed he literally clawed my jeans and underpants off me, before hurriedly pushing his own shorts and underpants down. Next, Hank pounced on me with my arms and legs flailing to the sides under his bulk. Swift as his entry was into my backside, I had never felt anything more gratifying in my life. Hank roared as he began to pummel my backside fiercely, with his huge body lustfully thumping above me. Given his intensity, I knew that he wouldn’t last too long. After rupturing his spunk into me after the best hammering I had ever received, Hank slumped onto my body.

Apologetically he then gasped, “I’m sorry, baby, I was just so fucking worked-up that I couldn’t hold back.”

“There’s no need to apologise. I enjoyed it just as much as you did,” I answered.

When Hank rolled off me, we lay there contentedly listening to one another’s breathing. After a while, I sat up and looked at the perfect male specimen lying next to me. Unable to resist, I repositioned my body as my mouth moved in on his crotch.

The ampleness of his manhood suited his body perfectly and although his scrotum had a missing occupant, the ball that was left, more than made up for it. After zoning in, my mouth and hand set to work. As I stroked his chunky uncut knob my tongue licked the massive nut nestled between his open legs.

The sounds of pleasure emanating from his were awesome before he soon commanded, “Suck my dick, baby, suck on daddy’s dick.”

At full stretch, my mouth now encased his cock. I had also begun to tug on my own knob energetically and before long, I announced that I was getting very close.

“Shoot your jizz all over my cock,” Hank instructed me.

Scooting up, I quickly positioned my dick at his crotch and blew my load. Mission accomplished, I looked down into his warm eyes and smiled. With a lusty laugh, Hank then issued his next instruction. “Get on me, baby, ride daddy’s dick.”

Straddling Hank, I impaled myself on his fat pole. “Come on cowboy, show me your stuff,” he teased.

I began rocking my body as my backside suctioned onto his knob. As I groaned, Hank continued issuing instructions to me. The horny banter from him heightened the incredible pleasure of our union.

“Do you like me fucking your arse, baby?” Hank intoned.

“Yes, daddy, but I really loved the way you fucked me earlier,” I answered in a lusty growl.

With a curious look in his eyes, he asked, “Do you like it rough, Lesley?”

“Yes,” I murmured.

“Must I get my cuffs, boy?” Hank probed.

“Yes, detective, any further information you want, you’ll have to force out of me,” I answered in a horny challenge.

In a flash, Hank pushed me off him and after placing me flat on my stomach, before retrieving his handcuffs. Next, he pulled my body to the edge of the bed by my ankles. In an instant, my wrists were cuffed behind me. “On your knees, boy,” came his following instruction.

Hank was now in his element as the former persona of his life reignited and my ‘interrogation’ got underway. Hank’s authentic cross-questioning excited me beyond belief, and I could tell that my submissiveness gave him unbelievable pleasure.

Placing his knob at my hole he barked, “Are you a horny little cock-hound, boy?”

“I want my lawyer,” I then demanded, adding to the drama.

Hank now pulled my cuffed wrists towards him as he jammed his cock into my backside. Then, a succession of in and out stabs took place into my backside.

“Fuck you, boy,” he barked, “You’ll get a fucking lawyer when I say you can.”

Hank now fully extracted his cock, waited for my hole to close, and then speared back into me. The ‘agony’ was mindboggling and I was overjoyed to play along.

“Here you have no fucking rights,” he stated as he kept grinding into my backside. “I am in charge and you’ll do as I say.”

“I won’t talk till I see a lawyer,” I yelped.

Hank now went into overdrive and pushing me flat on my stomach, he grunted obscenities as he pummelled and slapped my backside manically. It was fan-fucking-tastic!

Before long, I was shooting my load all over the sheets with excitement. Hank was not far behind and shortly, he followed. As I would also see thereafter, was that Hank had an incredible libido and would not desist until I was totally worn-out.

After our initial evening, we didn’t move in together but spent most of our time in one or the other’s apartments. When we needed a break from one another, it was never an issue.

Another remarkable feature of our ever strengthening relationship was his incredible talent as a salesman. Hank enjoyed working in the shop and would always outsell me. The clients loved him and always left with far more than they had bargained for. Of course, he never stopped bragging about his feats.

My happy arse, however, didn’t mind at all, as the ‘homoside’ detective constantly made me pay for my shortcomings.

Much as I had sworn that I would never again be subjugated, Hank’s control over me was a total delight and I happily allowed him to overpower me to his heart’s content as my nightly interrogations took place and imaginatively escalated.