Finding My Soulmate

Did We Rush Things?

It’s now been six months since Bobby Ray and I got married and on a Saturday morning I would normally be waking him with some type of oral love play. This morning, however, I am bothered and afraid.

Bobby stirs, opens his eyes and slowly flashes me one of his million-dollar smiles. “Good morning, Chris. Come here, husband.” He turns toward me and wraps me in his arms. “Calling you ‘husband’ makes me feel warm and cuddly. I love to hear the word.” He starts kissing my neck, shoulders, chest and I have an instant full-blown erection. As usual, he woke up rock hard.

I push him away, just slightly, look at him and say, “Bobby, did we rush into this too quickly?

“What? Working up to get hot and horny for morning sex?”

“No, I mean did we rush to soon in getting married?”

The smile left Bobby’s face and he just stared at me for a minute. ”Chris, marines are taught to assess a situation quickly and to follow up with a quick decision. That can turn a life-or-death situation into a manageable situation. It’s what we must learn to do if we’re to get past marine corps basic training.” He paused to let that sink in. “That’s what I did when I met you and slept with you the first time. In a couple of days, I knew that I wanted to be with you and realized man-on-man sex was the kind of sex I had been missing but didn’t know it until you showed me how great it is.”

“I had a dream last night that you decided you wanted to have hetero sex like you did before you met me. I woke up questioning our decision to get married so soon.”

“OK, Chris. I know it’s not that simple. So, tell me what’s going on now or I will remain in this bed the entire weekend. I will not get up to eat or to do anything else. I will stay here until you tell me what’s going on with you. I know you much better than you think I do, apparently. Stop fucking with me and tell me what’s wrong.”

I looked deeply into Bobby’s sparkling eyes while my own filled with tears. He wiped away my tears as they ran down my cheeks. I started to break down and he grabbed me, holding me tightly and whispering in my ear. “Let it all out and then you can tell me. This is not going to end until you spill the beans.”

That irritated me so much that I immediately stopped crying, pushed Bobby away, looked angrily at him and said, “I saw you yesterday!”

“Babe. What the fuck does that mean?”

“In the snack bar. I was shopping in the PX and went to the snack bar to get a drink and I saw you in the line talking to a woman I didn’t know.”

Bobby looked at me, shook his head and then gave me this smile of disgust. “OK, then she and I went to a table away from the crowd and ate lunch together. She’s an old girlfriend who called me at work an asked if we could meet in the snack bar for a quick lunch. So, we did.”

“I saw you holding her hand.”

He looked at me, shook his head in disbelief and then looked away. He slowly turned his glance to me again and said, “Chris, I fucking hope this is not jealousy I am hearing about. But, to set the record straight, I will recall the conversation, word-for-word as accurately as I can, to help you understand what was NOT going on.”

I was blushing with embarrassment.

“Her name is Janine. We dated for a while but broke it off when she discovered I was never gonna marry her. At the time she and I were a couple, I thought sex with her was the best ever. Right now, after my sexual advancement, thanks to you, I realize sex with her was just mediocre. She said she heard this stupid rumor that I had gotten married to a man. She laughed so loudly that people in the snack bar turned to see what the commotion was. I told her it was not a rumor. She said, ‘So, you’re queer?’ I told her I didn’t know what my sexuality is but from all indications, I am full-blown gay. I told her I had never had a real blowjob until I met my husband. It was then I put my hand on top of hers and told her it’s not her fault since she doesn’t have a dick, she can’t be expected to know what to do with one. I added more insult by saying that fucking my husband is way hotter than fucking a woman’s sloppy worn-out pussy. I laid it on especially heavy to ensure she would never contact me again.”

“Bobby Ray, that was pure evil.”

“You OK now?

“Not totally. I mean we promised grandkids and didn’t stop to think about that very much. What will happen to the kid when we are at work? Do we want the kid to cry for the childcare workers after we take the kid home? How do we arrange to have the surrogate breast feed the baby, assuming she agrees to do it? Will one of us have to give up work? Will we have to try and get different work shifts so one of us can always be here which means you and I will see each other in passing? Bobby, it is such a fucked-up mess.”

“Chris, you’ve assessed our situation and now we will work together to make it a manageable situation. And, as the Janine sort of shit goes, I am never, ever giving up on you and me, babe. Listen, IF I ever have a desire to sleep with a woman again, I will discuss it with you, AND, if it can’t be a threesome, including you, it will not happen. I doubt that we will ever have to deal with that. However, if you ever want to have a threesome to include another guy, let me know. Tim, the clinic lab guy I mentioned before keeps offering it when I happen to see him for a blood or urine test or a vaccination. He has seen us at the club having dinner and thinks you are smoking hot.”

“Bobby. a threesome with another guy is hot to fantasize about, for me, but I don’t know about doing it for real. How would I react to seeing you having sex with another guy?”

“You would like him and I think you would like to be friends with him once you meet him. Super nice guy. We can always invite him over for drinks and dinner without the sex. But, once you see him, get charmed by him, you’ll want to drag him into bed. He’s that hot. He’s hung like a race horse; I’m told, and is said to be able to fuck through the night without stopping to rest. My captain knows him.”

“I’ll think about it. I just don’t want to agree to something and then try to back out of it. It would be an embarrassment for all of.” But, for now, let’s get up, have some breakfast, watch some porn and see where that leads.”

An hour or so later: “Chris, that breakfast meal really hit the spot. Thanks.”

“Bobby, can you rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher while I take care of douching my ass in preparation for what I hope is coming?”

“Don’t shower. I want to smell your intoxicating scent that makes me so crazy, turns me into a fucking rapist.”

“Crazy fuck.”

We sat in the sun on the apartment balcony for a couple of hours and when I noticed Bobby was sporting a full hardon, I suggested we go inside and take care of it.

“I thought you would never ask,” he said, chuckling.

As we stood to go inside, Bobby took me in his arms. “Chris, you really don’t know how much I love you, how devoted to you I am. I will never do anything sexual with another person without including you. Never!”

Bobby took me by the hand and walked me into the bedroom. He picked me up and placed me on the bed, face up, my cock pointing at the ceiling. Bobby’s magic wand was pointing out at 90 degrees. He climbed on board, hovered over me on all fours. His eyes were watery.

“Chris, you are the love of my life. You ARE my life. We are true soulmates and we’ll be soulmates for eternity, in every life we have on this earth and in the Afterlife. I am yours and you are mine.”

He leaned down and kissed me gently, lovingly, slowing turning up the heat. His big hands began caressing my body from top to bottom. His 10-inch, thick joystick was rubbing up and down on my thigh. I felt his hands reaching underneath me and he pulled me into a sitting position, hugging me, kissing me with hot passion. Wet and sloppy. My fingernails dug into the hard muscles of Bobby’s back as I pulled him against me. He slowly let me back down onto the bed, pulled my legs up onto his shoulders and pressed his leaking hardness against my entrance to his world of pleasure.

He rubbed his cockhead on my hole a couple of times, then honed in and applied pressure. I felt the pop of the purple bulging head as it entered me. My body broke out in goose bumps. Once inside, Bobby pushed balls deep in one steady movement, rearranging my guts to accommodate his thick manhood. My body shivered as pleasure rocked every particle of my physical being. “Bobby, Bobby, oh Bobby. Fuuuuckkk!” I cried out loud.

“Yes, yes, yes, I feel the pleasure you are giving back to me. This wonderful, hot, horny exchange of sexual dynamite. Fuck it is wonderful.”

Bobby Pulled back, leaving the head of his big tool just inside and then pushed balls deep, pulling back and going in again. He fucked me with long strokes. His thickness re-stretching the canal with each push, closing with each pull and repeating the process, quickly, over and over. Each pass in and out rubbed my prostate, the swollen thickness of Bobby’s steel-hard tool putting extra pressure to ensure maximum pleasure. This continued for probably half-an-hour and as our moans, groans, dirty words, huffs and puffs reached a peak, we both started to orgasm together. Bobby filled me with his seed and I shot cum up onto my face, both coming together, screaming, cursing and bursting with happiness. I started to cry. The passion, love and happiness had overwhelmed me. The day didn’t start very well, but this erased all of the day’s negativity.

My sobs caught Bobby Ray’s attention. “Chris, what’s the matter?”

“The sex and the happiness you gave me just drove me over the edge emotionally. The tears were the only way I could deal with it. I can’t remember ever feeling this happy. Ever. You’re magic for me, Bobby. You make love to me like no one else ever has come close to.”

“Bobby, you have no idea how much pleasure you give back to me. No matter what my sexual mood, you are always ready for me. Rough, tender, kinky, dirty – and I mean dirty in a clean way, you always give back to me. You submit to my every mood. You give me so much, my love. I just wish you knew how much. Chris, I love you with all my heart and soul.”

“I love you more than anything else in this world.” I placed my head on Bobby’s chest, an arm across him. Call me weird, but at this very moment, I remembered a line from the TV series ‘Heist’ –‘What’s the best thing about gay sex? There’s no women in it.’ I enjoyed the warmth radiating from his body and slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and protected.

To be continued…….