Josh, my home health aide had just sucked my cock. It wasn’t something I was looking for. I didn’t ask for it, but I didn’t stop it either. Of course, my popping a boner while Josh was washing me must have led him to think that’s what I wanted.
It was a decent blowjob though. Josh had some skills. While I’ve had many blowjobs from girls in the past, this was only the second from a man.
Now I’m feeling totally conflicted. On the one hand a blowjob is a blowjob. I didn’t go looking for sex with Josh, it just happened. On the other hand, I feel guilty about Roger. He’s done so much for me and has helped me tremendously since my accident. It kind of felt like a betrayal. Whatever, all I know is I felt I should tell Roger about what happened.
When Roger came home from work that night, I was in my hospital bed, in my room. Actually, not my room, Roger’s guest room. He came over to greet me and from the look on my face, knew something was wrong. Truth be told, I have no poker face.
“Is everything okay, Kyle? You look upset.”
“Well, something did happen today.”
“Tell me.”
“Josh was here today and when he was giving me my sponge bath I got an erection. It was totally unexpected. I don’t know what he was thinking but he just started sucking my cock. I don’t believe I encouraged him, but I didn’t stop him either.”
“And are you upset or feel bad about it?”
“Yes, I’m in your home. You’ve been so kind and generous taking care of me while I recover. I would never want you to feel that I’m taking advantage of you.”
“I would never think you were taking advantage of me.” Roger said while he put his arm around my neck and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m happy to be in the position to help you. Kyle, I care for you. I love you.”
“I’m not mad or upset that Josh gave you a blowjob, or that you didn’t stop him. You are your own person and are free to have whatever experiences you want. I’m not the jealous or controlling type. You know that. You haven’t had much experience with sex, Kyle.”
“I’ve been having sex since I was seventeen.” I felt I needed to defend my virility and masculinity a little. “Shelley Leblanc after the Junior Prom.”
“Let me correct myself.” Roger continued, “Yes, I know you’ve had lots of sex and wonderful experiences with woman in the past. No offence to Shelley Leblanc but sex with a woman is different than sex with a man and outside of me you don’t have any experience being with a man.”
“Think back to when we had sex with Carolyn in Martha’s Vineyard. Did fucking her feel different than fucking me?”, Roger asked.
“It was different”, I replied, “but both were enjoyable.”
“Of course. I’m not saying sex with a woman isn’t pleasurable. I myself enjoy fucking a woman on occasion. However, the dynamic shifts when you’ve with a man. The energy is heightened. The sex can be raw, animalistic and more masculine.”
“All I’m saying Kyle,” Roger continued, “is that you’re a young man. I love being with you, but you shouldn’t limit yourself. If you see a hot man, or woman for that matter and you are attracted to them, go for it. Don’t hold yourself back on my account. Life is for the living. You should experience all you can.”
Maybe Roger was right. Maybe I need to experience more of life. I also need to figure out my future. Once the cast on my leg is off, I can’t continue to live in Roger’s guest room, can I? And what about my job? Do I go back to construction. I don’t even know if they want me back, or if I want to go back. I guess I should reach out to the union.
I couldn’t help but feel that my life was at a crossroads.
The day of my cast removal was finally here. It also happened to be Josh’s last day of working for me as well. Once he drove me to the doctor’s office and back, that would be it. I would most likely never see him again. I was feeling a little sentimental towards him. After all he was with me for over two months and took care of all my intimate needs. He took me to the bathroom and wiped my ass. He bathed my, including my cock and ball. He even sucked me off. How can you not feel some kind of gratitude toward the guy?
Josh arrived around noon and as usual, made me lunch. He cleaned up then packed up most of the medical equipment that Roger had rented. The equipment, along with my hospital bed, was scheduled to be picked up tomorrow. My doctor’s appointment at Beth Isreal Hospital wasn’t until 3:30 so we had some time to kill before leaving.
Feeling bold, I asked Josh, “Hey, I wanted to talk about what happened the other day.”
Josh froze and looked nervous. “Oh, you mean when I, we, you know.” He paused a moment before continued, “I apologize. I know it was totally unprofessional of me. Please, please don’t tell my agency. I could get fired.” Josh looked genuinely scared.
Sitting in my wheelchair, I reached out and took hold of Josh’s hand. “No, of course I would never say anything to your agency. The blowjob was totally consensual. I enjoyed it. Actually, I was wondering….” My hand moved over and caressed Josh’s crotch. Josh looked shocked and surprised.
“I was wondering if you wanted me to reciprocate.”
“You mean, you want to give me a blowjob?”
“Well yes, I do. Think of it as a thank you for everything you’ve done for me these past few months. This is just between you and me, your agency will never know.”
“What about your husband Roger? Won’t he mind?”
“Roger and I are not married. Besides, we’re our own people. We’re free to do what we want.”
“Well, who’s going to turn down a blowjob.”
I pulled down his zipper while Josh unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to his feet. Suddenly his semi-erect cock was inches from my face. Between high school, college and the various baseball teams I’ve played on, I’ve seen hundreds of men’s penises in my life. I’ve never given them much thought in the past. Now since Roger, I’m more curious about penises and see them as the sex organ they are.
Roger’s was the first, now Josh is the second cock I’ve seen erect. I studied it for a minute before commencing with the blowjob. Roger’s cockhead is more of a mushroom shaped than Josh’s and while it’s perhaps a little longer it is definitely thinner than Roger’s.
I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of Josh’s cock as I could. It rested on my tongue for a moment before I closed my mouth and started sucking. I tried hard to please Josh. I wanted him to experience the pleasure I’ve received from Roger and from when Josh sucked me off the other day.
Josh placed his hands behind my head as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. My tongue gliding along the underside of his now fully erect cock. My hands went to Josh’s ass. I explored and squeezed his firm butt. My fingers soon explored his man hole and I wondered what it would be like to fuck him. I stuck my finger into his hole. It was pretty tight. Josh spread his legs a little giving me easier access. This indicated to me that he must have liked what I was doing.
“Oh, that feels so good’, Josh groaned. “You keep that up and I’m going to … oh shit.” As Josh said that he explored in my mouth flooding it with his cum. I tried swallowing but the volume and bitter taste of his cum caused most of it to leak out and dribble onto my chest.
“That was amazing Kyle. Look at the mess we made. You’ll have to change before we go.” Josh started unbuttoning my shirt and removed it. He walked to the closet to retrieve a replacement shirt. “I would love to return the favor and suck you off, but I don’t think we have the time right now. I must get you to your doctor’s appointment.
“That’s okay. I don’t need a blow job”, I replied.
“Maybe later?”
While we headed down to the parking garage, I was hoping that Josh didn’t think this was more than I one-off thing. I hope he wasn’t catching feelings. We drove to the hospital without much talk.
And finally, the moment I had waited for since my accident, my leg cast was removed. I was finally free. I knew there would be muscle loss, but I was shocked at how thin and scrawny my leg looked. I also had flexibility and range of motions issues, but the doctor gave me a bunch of exercises to do and with physical therapy I was confident I’d be back to my old self in no time. He also gave me crutches to use as a precaution until I was back to full strength.
I was so happy on the ride home. All I wanted to do was see Roger and forget about my accident and Josh and the blowjob I gave he earlier. Maybe I was just trying to test my feelings for Roger. Since he is the only cock I’ve ever sucked, I think subconsciously I wanted to see what it was like to blow someone else. Besides, Roger said I should experiment more and have different experiences. Well, I did that and now I’m not sure I want to do it again, certainly not with Josh.
“After today, I won’t be working for you anymore. We can see each other without crossing any boundaries. You are so hot Kyle, I would love to see you again.” While saying that, he reached over and put his hand on my knee.
“I appreciate you saying that Josh, but I am staying in Roger’s home.”
“I didn’t know how serious you two were. I thought you were in a more open relationship.” Josh said that as he removed his hand from my knee.
“Thinking about it, I might be more serious than I realized.”
“Oh, Okay.” Josh looked kind of dejected as we drove the rest of the way home in silence.
When we got home and walked into the apartment, I was shocked to see Roger standing there.
“What are you doing here.” I asked.
“This is such a monumental day. You’re finally free of your leg cast. I came home early so I could be here when you got back from your appointment.”
I couldn’t believe that Roger did that for me. He is so busy with his job and always working. To think he took time off to be with me, really moved me. We hugged and he held me really tight in his arm. It felt good. My whole body simply relaxed and all the tension and trauma I was holding for the past few months slipped away. Unexpectedly, I got emotional and teared up and cried a little on Roger’s shoulder.
Meanwhile, Josh was moving all around us. He was packing up the rest of his equipment and started heading for the door. He was talking and must have said goodbye but quite frankly I didn’t register anything he said.
Thank God for Roger. He was a complete adult in this situation. Not only did he say goodbye and shake Josh’s hand, but he also thanked him for all his hard work and gave him an envelope, which I’m sure included a generous tip. What a classy guy.
Just when we were finally alone and I was able to catch my breath, Roger informed me he had a surprise for me. I was hoping to spend a quite night alone, instead I changed my clothes, left the apartment and headed down to the garage.
Once in Roger’s BMW, we headed south out of the city and toward the South Shore. I still had no idea where we were going or what we were doing when we pulled into the parking lot at Hingham Harbor. With my crutches we slowly made our way toward a restaurant. It was one I’ve been to before and loved. Alma Nove is owned by Mark Wahlberg’s family and is named in honor of his Mother Alma who had nine (nove) children.
The restaurant wasn’t “the” surprise. The surprise was what was inside. My entire family was there to greet us. My mom and dad, Jack and Betsy as well as my sisters Jean and Nancy plus their husbands and children. When I walked through the door, they all applauded and ran over to hug me. I was so happy, and it put me in a great mood. It was so nice to see my family and to celebrate my recovery with them. It was amazing that Roger (I’m sure with the help of Kevin) managed to organize this without my knowledge.
It was also amazing to see my parents be so comfortable with Roger. It wasn’t always that way.
When my parents first met Roger, my dad was very hostile towards him. He had said homophobic things about Roger and was dismissive of the fact that he identified as bisexual and had fathered three children. To my dad, he was just gay. He especially didn’t like the fact that I was recuperating at Roger’s place. He couldn’t understand why I wasn’t at a “real” rehabilitation center or why I would allow it. He thought Roger was up to something or taking advantage of me.
My mom wasn’t much better. She was always asking me about my girlfriends (plural). Somehow, she thought I was dating multiple woman and Roger was just one of my buddies. When I was in the hospital it was easy for Roger to avoid them. When I was at Roger’s place it was obvious how they felt.
At most, Mom tolerated Roger while continuing to question me about my girlfriends. Dad usually ignored Roger. He wouldn’t ever look at him. He just kept asking me when I’ll be able to go back to work and play baseball again. They also hated having to drive from their home in Quincy to Roger’s in the Seaport District. They complained about how difficult it was to park in that neighborhood and started visiting less and less often. This made me sad.
Roger realized this so he arranged a parking space for them in the building’s parking garage. Now they had no reason not to visit me. I appreciated this so much even if my parents never thanked him themselves.
Roger never said anything to me, but I think he made it his mission to win over my father. He did his best to stay out of my parents’ way but one Sunday while they were visiting, he asked my father, “Excuse me, Mr. Ehrhart, do you enjoy fishing?”
“What was that?” my dad responded.
“Oh, I was asking if you enjoyed fishing. You see, my firm is sponsoring a deep-sea fishing outing for some of our top clients. We leave Boston Harbor around 6:00 am and go out about 20 – 30 miles, fish for a while, eat, drink and get back by 2:00. It’s a way of thanking our clients. We have some open spots if you’re interested.”
“Oh, Jack, you love fishing!” my mom exclaimed. Turning her attention to Roger, “I know he’d love to go.”
“I don’t know, I don’t have the right equipment. My fishing rod is very old.”
“Not to worry” Roger explained. “The boat comes fully stocked with the latest fishing equipment. There will even be a couple of professional anglers there to give assistance and advice. On top of that there will be a catered breakfast and lunch as well as a full, open bar. All you need to do is show up. The rest will be provided for you”
“I don’t know. What day is this outing?”, my dad countered.
“The 24th, next Saturday.”
“Well then, I’ll have to pass. I work most Saturdays. I run my own plumbing business you know, and I can’t just take a day off to go on a boat trip whenever I feel like it.”
“Don’t be silly Jack”, my mom said, “you can move things around or Frank would be happy to cover for you.”
“It’s not that easy Betsy.” My mom then walked over to my father and whispered something in his ear. I don’t know what she said.
Roger also countered, “You know, Mr. Ehrhart, there will be a number of businessmen on this trip I would be happy to introduce you to. They are always looking for good plumbing services. Who know, you might end up increasing your business”.
A combination of what my mom said and what Roger said worked and my dad decided to go on the trip. When Roger reported back afterwards, he said everything went well. He thought my dad really enjoyed himself. Roger arranged for a car to pick up my dad in the morning and drive him back home afterwards. Dad was impressed by that. He also didn’t have to worry about how much alcohol he drank on the boat before driving home.
The restaurant dinner was the first time I would see my dad since the boat trip, and I was curious to see if his attitude toward Roger had changed.
After hugging and kissing me, my mom gave Roger a “mom hug” and a peck on the cheek. Dad gave Roger a firm “straight man” handshake. He looked him in the eye and asked how he was doing. That’s some major progress, I guess.
I sat at the head of the table with Roger to my right and my parents to my left. My sister Jean and her husband Michael sat next to Roger and my sister Nancy, and her husband Patrick were next to my parents. My five nieces and nephews were at the other end, having their own conversation and ignoring the adults.
Everyone wanted to know how I was feeling, and I assured them all that I was fine and almost back to my old self. I gave them a rundown of what the doctor said and how long my PT should take. I told them I was determined to be back at 100% by the summer.
“Sounds promising”, Dad said, “Then you can start training for next year’s baseball season.”
My dad also asked when I would be going back to work. I told him, I don’t know. I haven’t contacted the construction company or my union yet. My dad was always worried about how his kids were going financially.
“Have you started dating again?” Mom asked. “Girls love guys on crutches. It’s called the Florence Nightingale Syndrome. Girls love being caregivers to injured men.” Both my sisters laughed and rolled their eyes at that ridicule statement.
“Give it a rest Betsy”, my father replied, “The boy isn’t dating anybody; not any girls anyway.”
That comment threw me. What did my dad mean by that statement? Fortunately, there was so much cross-talk going on, nobody seemed to pick up what he said. I looked over at Roger, but he just stared straight ahead with a neutral smile on his face. He has a great poker face; I had no idea what he was thinking.
I desperately wanted to change the subject, so I asked my dad if he enjoyed the fishing trip last weekend.
“He loved it”, my mom jumped right in, “He’s been talking about it all week.”
“Betsy, the boy asked me. Let me answer for myself.” He paused a moment, then continued, “I had a good time. It was a beautiful day, and I caught three fish. I didn’t win the “biggest catch” contest, but I came in forth. Not bad. And, once again, I would like to thank you Roger for inviting me.”
“Not at all Mr. Ehrhart, I’m glad you were able to join us.”
“Please, as I said on the boat, call me Jack.”
“Very well, Jack. It was a pleasure I have you on the trip.” My dad and Roger exchanged big smiles, and dad even gave him a head nod of approval. I couldn’t believe it. Has Roger broken through and won my father over? If anyone could do it, Roger could.
“Tell Kyle, who you meet on the boat”, mom said. “You’ll never believe it. You know Galvin Properties? They have buildings and apartments all over Quincy.”
“Roger introduced me to John Galvin, the owner of Galvin Properties.” Dad continued the story, “He’s building that new condo complex in Quincy Center. Turns out his regular plumber can’t do the job and asked if I was interested. We took a meeting the other day and if I team up with my brother Paul and his crew and hire a few more guys we can handle it. This is big and will be a big boost to my business.”
“Congratulations Jack”, Roger was quick to reply.
Everybody at the table was cheering and shouting their congratulations to my father.
“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” one of my sisters asked.
“This is Kyle’s night, and I didn’t want to upstage him.”
“Nonsense”, my sister Nancy said, “We’re a family and we share good news, as well as bad with each other.”
“Once again, thanks to Roger.” My sister Jean said as she raised her glass of wine toward him. I caught my sister’s eye, and she gave me a wink.
“Yes, thanks to Roger. My mom added,” If he hadn’t introduced your father to John Galvin, this deal never would have happened.”
Jean continued, “And thank you Roger for tonight and organizing this dinner. Not to mention, all you’ve done for Kyle since his accident. You’ve been a God-sent to him and this family. Let’s all raise our glass to Roger.”
While the entire table cheered Roger, my cock twitched and began to grow.
After the toasts to Roger died down, my nephew Brandon from the other end of the table asked, “Uncle Kyle, now that you’re better are you going to move back into your apartment.”
I didn’t want to have to think about that. The thought of leaving Roger and his beautiful waterfront condo and returning to my four-room apartment was sad and depressing. When I was in the hospital after my accident and figuring out my rehabilitation, my sister Nancy asked me for a favor.
Her son, Brandon, was in his second year at Northeastern University. They couldn’t afford the cost of living in the dorms on campus, so he was driving 30 miles from their suburban home in Foxboro to Boston each day. Sometimes, with bad traffic, it could take him over an hour and a half one way. Since my apartment was on the Red Line, it would same him lots of commuting time. As a 19-year-old, it would also give him some needed independence and I would have someone looking after my place.
Of course, I agreed right away. I was happy to help out my nephew. Now that my cast is off, this situation might be changing. The two flights of stairs and no elevator in the building might be a challenge but it won’t be long before I’m 100% healthy.
Before I had a chance to respond, Roger chimed in. “Brandon, you know it would be a shame to interrupt your routine during the semester. Final exams are right around the corner, aren’t they? I can’t speak for your Uncle Kyle, and it would be his decision, but there is no reason for him to move out of my place right now. He is more than welcome to stay for as long as he’d like.”
When I heard Roger say that my cock did more than twitch. I got a full on erection. Roger had said exactly what I had hoped he would say. Now, everyone was looking at me for a response. I had to move my dinner napkin to my lap to hide the growing bulge in my pants.
“I agree. I see no reason why we should disrupt your living situation now. You just need to focus on your studies and not have to worry about moving. Why don’t we address this again later after the semester.”
This made everyone happy, including myself. My sister Nancy thanked me and Roger for our generosity and my sister Jean gave me a knowing smirk.
Dinner was delicious but the evening was coming to an end. It was time to leave. I never saw the check, it was not brought to the table, but somehow, I knew that Roger arranged to pay for it. That’s the kind of guy he is.
Outside the restaurant, everybody was saying their goodbyes. Roger left to get his car and drive it closer to the entrance so I wouldn’t have to walk too far. One by one, I said goodbye to my nieces, nephews, sisters and their husbands. Mom gave me a big hug and kiss and said she would see me soon. She then started moving toward her car leaving me alone with my father.
While shaking my hand goodbye, his left hand squeezed my shoulder as he said, “He’s a good man.”
That’s all he said. His voice cracked a bit, and his eyes welled up with tears. I nodded my head in agreement. There was no need to say anything else. I knew what he was saying. He was telling me that he liked Roger and whatever our relationship might be, he approves. This meant so much to me. I always felt that I had to live up to my father’s expectations. I am his only son, and he always wanted so much for me. He never had the opportunities I did. Being a professional baseball player, I was living the life I always thought he wished he had.
On the drive home I told Roger how thoughtful it was of him to organize the dinner and how much it meant to me.
“It’s been a long hard road of recovery for you. I wanted to honor and celebrate that. I thought it would be nice to have your family share that. I know how important they are to you.”
“They are important to me”, I responded.
“If they are important to you, they are important to me as well.” Roger reached over and took hold of my hand.
“I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate tonight and all you have done for me.” Roger squeezed my hand. I then told Roger about what my father said, calling him “a good man”.
“He really said that?” Roger asked. “Did he say anything else?”
“No”, I replied. “He’s a man of little words. He’s not good at talking about feelings. I think I inherited that from him.” I paused a moment before continuing, “I don’t know how he feels about his son living with another man.”
“Well, I’m only interested in knowing what the son feels about it.”
“My life has changed since meeting you. I’ve never known anyone like you before. You’re an amazing person and mean so much to me.” With Roger’s hand still in mine, I raised it up and kissed the back of his hand. “I would love to live with you.” And that was it. Without any additional fanfare, I “officially” moved in with Roger.
We pulled into the garage then up to his apartment. When we got inside Roger hugged me tight and said, “As long as you want, I hope you think of this as our place, not just mine.” I kissed him on the lips. I have never been so turned on before. All I wanted to do was make love to Roger. I grinded my firm, hard cock into Roger’s body.
“Now, let’s go to our bedroom”. Roger said as he took my hand and led me to the room. “All I want to do is fuck you.”
We entered the bedroom, and he instructed me to lay down. I was still fully clothed. At the end of the bed Roger untied my shoes, removed them, then removed my socks. He then lifted my left leg and inserted my big toe into his mouth then started sucking it. What a new but wonderful sensation. I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.
With my toes in Roger’s mouth, it was like he was trying to consume me, devouring me with his passion. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on sexually in my life. All I wanted was to please Roger and for him to do the same for me. I wanted, I should say, needed his hands and mouth on my body, and his cock inside of me.
Eventually, Roger was finished with my feet and crawled up on the bed. He lay on top of me and kissed me passionately on my lips. We were still fully clothed. Soon Roger began unbuttoning my shirt and lifting my tee shirt. He then sucked and nibbled on my nipples. First the left nipple, then the right. His sucking stimulated my nipples triggering a cascade of pleasurable sensations and overall sexual excitement that brought me close to orgasm.
He then moved down, kissing my stomach while unbuckling my belt. After unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, he shimmied them down my hips and below my ass, exposing my hard rock 7-inch cock. Roger stopped and just stared at my body for a moment. We both got up and removed our remaining clothes before getting back in bed. We laid face to face gazing into each other’s eyes.
Roger bent down and put my hard cock into his mouth and began sucking. He was always a good cocksucker but tonight his mouth was sending me into an ecstasy overdrive. I was on edge for the past few hours so I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. I laid back and enjoyed the thrill of Roger’s tongue swirling around my cockhead. My breathing was fast and heavy. I tried so hard to hold off the inevitable eruption of my cock, but it was a losing battle.
Shot after shot of cum exploded from my cock into Roger’s mouth. I think it caught him off guard, but his lips fastened tight onto my penis, and he held every drop of my cum in his mouth.
Roger rolled me over onto my stomach and moved down to my ass. With his hands, he spread my ass cheeks and deposited his mouth full of cum onto my hole.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m lubing your hole with your own cum. Then I’m going to fuck you like only a man can.”
No need to respond. I knew what was coming. I was going to get fucked and feel Roger’s hard cock deep inside me. Oh, how I’ve come to love giving up control to Roger and letting him take pleasure from me this way.
Using his tongue and fingers, Roger worked my cum and his saliva into my hole to loosen me and prepare me for the oncoming assault that would be coming from his cock.
My moans and groans from all the attention Roger was giving my ass let him know that I was ready. Ready to take whatever he would give me.
Roger spit a few times onto his cock and gave it a couple of strokes before lining it up against my hole and pushing its way passed my ass ring. It hurt a little, like it always does, but Roger is a magnificent lover, and I knew that the pain would quickly subside and all I would feel is pleasure.
Slow but steady, inch by inch, Roger’s cock slid down my hole until it reached its destination. Once there, he rested, letting me get accustomed to his invading manhood.
“God, I love this ass”, Roger said as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my hole. It was a nice and slow fuck. I was being lulled or fucked into a state of pure ecstasy. Eventually, Roger picked up the pace. He went from long stroking me to piston fucking my ass. Sweat was dripping from his forehead onto my back.
All good things must come to an end and as Roger got close to releasing his load, he yelled out, “I’m coming. My seed is going to be mixed with yours.”
As Roger lay on my back, after coming I thought about how wonderful it was to have my sperm and Roger’s sperm blended together in my hole. I drifted off to sleep thinking how much my life has changed since meeting Roger and how happy he makes me feel.
To be continued
