He gave Me His Heart

He gave Me His Heart

I walked into the coffee shop that was a block from my work to get my morning caffeine fix. I took my coffee and headed for the door, that’s when I saw him. He was sitting at a table to the right of the door, he was closing his laptop and stuffing it in his bag. He had short blonde hair and from my brief look at him, steel blue eyes, although, they looked sad. He looked up as I walked by, I couldn’t help but give him a slight smile. The sadness left his eyes for a just a second as he returned the smile.

It felt good to be back in my routine and I finally felt like I had my life on track. I was 28 years old and for the first time in my life, my health was good. I was born with health problems and had been in and out of the hospital my entire life. Almost two years ago, I had a major procedure and it had so far been a big success. I had spent a year and half in physical therapy, and in the last six months, I started working full time and moved into my own place, just like anyone else my age. I had come out to my family and friends right after high school, not knowing if I would live long enough to find a boyfriend. I pressed on and attended college, while it took me a little longer to graduate, I am proud to say I made it. While I was in college, I did date a few guys. I suppose I resisted getting too serious with anyone because of my health issues. I was doing all I could to get healthy, but I was still a realist and didn’t want to fall in love just in case my health worsened.

So now that it seemed like my health issues were behind me, I started to think about finding the “one”. I am not one to brag, but I have been told that I am not unattractive and have finally been able to put on some weight. I work out three or four times a week and have noticed some nice definition in my arms and chest. I am about 5’8” with dark hair and eyes and have also been told my dimples are kind of cute.

I smiled to myself for the block long walk to my office, thinking about the guy I had just seen in the coffee shop. I must have had a silly grin on my face as I walked in the front door, Cara, our receptionist asked, “what are you so happy about?”

Her words broke my trance, I shook my head, “oh nothing, just in a good mood I guess.”

She chuckled, “sure, Quincy, but if you ask me, it looks like you met someone.”

I laughed, “I wouldn’t say met, I just saw a cute guy at the coffee shop.”

She raised an eyebrow, “ok, so what’s his name? Did you get his number? Come on, spill it.”

I turned to go to my office, “no, nothing like that, I just saw him, I didn’t talk to him.”

She yelled down the hall at me, “how are you going to find a boyfriend if you don’t talk to him?”

I chuckled to myself as I sat at my desk, she was right. Oh well, maybe tomorrow I will work up the nerve to say at least say hi. I spent the rest of the day thinking about what I would say to him, how I would ask him out, where would we go on our first date. Shit, I was getting ahead of myself, first of all, I don’t even know if he is gay. Even if he is, he might already be in a relationship. We repeated the same routine for the rest of the week, one day adding a head nod with a smile, the next day each of us said hi. On Friday, he said, “good morning, I like your tie.”

I stammered, “thank you.” I nearly ran into the closed door. I think I blushed as I rushed out the door, oh hell, that was smooth. Now he knows I’m an idiot.

Cara asked, “did you see your friend today?”

I shook my head, “yeah, I’m sure he thinks I’m a moron.”

She asked, “why? What did you do?”

She laughed as I told her what happened. She said, “oh for God’s sake Quincy, just talk to the guy. You will never know unless you try, the worst thing that is going to happen is he tells you he’s not interested.”

I shrugged, “I guess you’re right.”

I thought about it all weekend, He was always at the coffee shop before I was, so I decided to go in early on Monday. I had always just gone in, got my coffee and left. The shop is always busy, so the tables were usually full, I could just ask if I could share his table. Yeah, that would work, and even if it didn't, I would at least know and could move on if he wasn’t interested.

Monday morning, I looked through my ties, if he liked the one, I wore Friday, he would love this one. I took a deep breath as I pushed through the door of the coffee shop, a quick glance confirmed he was at his table. I ordered my coffee and turned to the table, he was working on his laptop.

I smiled as I approached him, “good morning, would you mind sharing your table.”

He looked up from his computer and smiled, “yes, please have a seat.”

I sat my cup down and held out my hand, “I’m Quincy.”

He shook my hand, “I’m Sam, it’s nice to meet you, Quincy. You’re a little early this morning.”

I nodded, “yeah, the traffic was light this morning. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to keep you from your work.”

He closed his laptop, “no, it’s fine, I’m done anyway. I just like to relax and check my emails before I go into the office. It helps know what kind of day I am going to have.”

I laughed, “that makes sense, so how is today shaping up?”

He chuckled, “should be a typical Monday.”

We talked about our jobs for the next fifteen minutes, then both of us looking at the clock, decided we needed to get to work. We did the same thing every morning for the rest of the week. Neither one of us bringing up dating or relationships.

Finally on Friday, Sam said, “hey, would you be interested in grabbing a drink after work tonight?”

I nearly panicked, I tried to act cool, “um, sure, that sounds good. O’Malley’s, across the street, a little after 5?”

He smiled, “great, I’ll see then.” Over the past week, I thought I could see a little more of that sadness leave his eyes, every day. I hope that I was helping him with that, I still wondered what was causing that sadness.

I nearly skipped to work that morning, of course, Cara noticed, “so, how was Sam this morning?"

I grinned, “we are having drinks after work today.”

She said, “see, I told you to ask him out.”

I said, “he asked me.” I spent the rest of the day watching the clock slowly tick, God it seemed like it was in slow motion today.

Sam was already sitting at a table across the bar when I walked in, he gave me a smile and a wave as I made my way to him. We each ordered a drink, the server smiled as they set them in front of us.

Sam took a drink and sighed, “it occurred to me today, that we really haven’t talked about what this might mean.”

I started to get a little concerned, “um, you mean us having a drink together?”

He nodded, “yeah, I want to be honest.” He took another deep breath, “I never told you that I was gay, I’m sorry, I should have. If you want to leave, I understand, I didn’t mean to assume you…”

I smiled, “Sam, it’s ok. I am gay too, I am very attracted to you, and I would like to spend some time with you to see where things go.”

A look of relief flooded his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just blurt that out. I would like to get to know you better too. It’s just that it has been two years since I have been out with anyone.”

I took his hand, “that’s ok, we don’t need to rush anything. I’ve never really had a relationship before, so we should take things slow.”

The sadness came back into his eyes, as a tear formed. I asked, “are you ok?”

He wiped the tear away, “yeah, I’m fine.” He sighed, “I should tell you about Max.”

I looked deep into those sad eyes, “ok, yes, please tell me about Max.”

He took a drink, “We met and dated all through college. After we graduated, we moved in together and started our jobs. About 2 years ago, we decided to get married, but…”

My gut sank, not really wanting to hear the rest, I asked, “what happened?”

He swallowed hard, “we went out to celebrate our engagement with a nice dinner, we were in a car accident on the way home and Max was killed.”

I felt a tear form in my eyes, “I’m so sorry Sam.”

He forced a smile, “thanks Quincy, I haven’t dated since. I have never wanted to, but when I saw you in the coffee shop, I guess I felt like we had a connection.”

I smiled, “I felt that too, but I don’t want to rush you, if you aren’t ready, I understand.”

He smiled back, “no, this is the first time, I have felt ready.”

We spent the rest of the evening talking about Max, I just listened, I had nothing to compare his pain to. By the time we were ready to go home, we were laughing and making plans to get together the next night. It was a strange first date, but it was the best one I ever had.

Over the next month, we talked every day, either by phone or at one another’s apartment. While we did kiss, we never had sex, I wanted Sam to initiate that, he was the one that needed to be ready.

In the weeks that we had been together, I again noticed that sadness had left his eyes, I was happy that I may have been responsible for that, at least in some small way. I called him to ask if I could take him out for Valentines Day.

He paused before he answered. I said, “if you have other plans, that’s ok.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” He replied.

I said, “just tell me know if you don't want to.”

He sighed, “I would love to go out, but would you mind if we made a stop before?”

I said, “no, not at all, where did you want to stop?”

He asked, “could we stop at the cemetery before we eat?”

I paused a moment, “sure, that would be fine.”

Sam said, “thank you Quincy, it would mean a lot to me.”

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I wanted to be supportive. I was really falling for Sam and if this is what he needed to move on, then I was willing to help.

I picked Sam up an hour before our reservation, he gave me a kiss as he got in the car. He said, “I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

I parked my car in front of a row of headstones, Sam sighed as he opened his door. He stood by the car as I walked up next to him.

“Do you want me to wait here for you?” I asked.

He nodded, “thanks.”

I watched him walk a few rows in and stand in front of a headstone, he appeared to be talking to Max. A few minutes later he turned and waved me over.

I stood next to him, he took my hand, “Max, this is Quincy, he is taking me out to eat tonight. He has been very good to me for past couple months.”

I squeezed his hand as he continued, “I miss you and I love you, but I know you want me to get on with my life, Quincy is helping me do that.”

My blood ran cold when I noticed the dates on Max’s stone, June 14, 1996 – February 14, 2022. Shit, it was the anniversary of his death.

Sam gave me a smile, “thank you, I think I’m ready to go, I can enjoy my evening now.”

Max must have told Sam he was happy for him, and it was ok if he moved on. The sadness was once again leaving his eyes as the night went on. We had a very nice time and an excellent meal, I drove back to Sam’s apartment and kissed him before he got out of my car.

He asked, “would you like to come in for a while?”

I smiled, “sure, if you want me to.”

He nodded, “yes, I do.”

We sat on the couch and talked about our night, Sam laid his head on my shoulder and thanked me for being so patient with him. I wrapped my arms around him, and we held each other in silence for a while.

He turned to me and came up for a kiss, I kissed him back. He asked me, “would you like to spend the night?”

I asked, “are you sure?”

He smiled, “yes, very sure.”

He led me to his bedroom, we kissed and began to strip each other’s clothes off. He was even sexier than I had imagined. His smooth chest was well defined with two quarter sized nipples that stuck out in a sharp point. I ran my hands down that chest and across some scars on his flat stomach. I looked at him as my fingers ran along those scars. He looked up at me, “those are from our car accident.” I nodded and gave him a smile, he ran his hands over the scars I had on my chest. I said, “from the operations I had as a kid.”

We kissed again as we laid on the bed, I kissed my way down Sam’s torso and paused to admire the perfect cock that stood straight out of a small bush of blonde pubic hair. I ran my tongue over the swollen purple head, savoring the small drop precum that had formed. He moaned as I took his manhood as deep as I could, kneading his balls as I began to bob up and down. Sam was gently running his hands through my hair, looking down with a smile as I kept my eyes locked on his. Within a few minutes his breath was becoming rapid, he pulled me up for another kiss, he panted, “remember, it’s been two years, I don’t want this to end too soon.” He pushed me onto my back and found his way to my aching pole, he gave me smile as he took me to the root. He was giving me the best blow job I had ever had, all the while fondling my cum-filled nuts. I pulled him up for another kiss and said, “it’s been a while for me too.” He smiled and we made out again, stroking each other. He pulled back slightly and asked, “will you fuck me?” I nodded, “I will do whatever you want me to do.” He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and rolled onto his stomach. I pulled his ass up slightly and spread his cheeks, he gasped as I ran my tongue across his pucker. After I had rimmed him properly, I spread some lube on his hole and my cock. I lay on top of him, kissing the back of his neck as I slowly pushed in. Sam pushed back and I was soon buried to the hilt. He was so tight and warm, my dick was a perfect fit for his velvety smooth hole. We got into a steady rhythm, our moans coming in perfect harmony. I was nearing the point of no return, my breath quickened, and my nuts tightened. I let loose and flooded his insides with my seed, biting his ear lobe until my spasms subsided. I rolled onto my back as I tried to catch my breath. Sam got on top of me, giving me a deep, passionate kiss. He said, “that was incredible.” I grinned, “we aren’t done yet, I want you to fuck me now.” His eyes went wide, “really?” I nodded.

I pulled my legs up as Sam lubed his cock and my hole. We kissed as he aimed his pole at my pucker, he slowly pushed in as we continued to make out. Once again, his cock was a perfect fit for my hole, it was like we had made love hundreds of times before. It wasn’t long before I felt his cock swell and he gave one last thrust, sending his semen deep inside my love tunnel. We continued to kiss until his deflating cock slipped out of my cum-filled hole. We laid there holding each other as we came down from orgasmic high.

I kissed his forehead and asked, “why didn’t you tell me that today was the anniversary of Max’s death?”

He looked up at me, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin your Valentines Day.”

I said, “don’t be sorry, if I had known, I would have let you have the day to yourself.”

Sam shook his head, “no, I wanted to spend the day with you, this was exactly what I needed. I feel like I am finally ready to move on, and it’s all thanks to you.”

I smiled at him, “I’m glad I could help. You also helped me, this is an anniversary for me too.”

He furrowed his brow, “anniversary of what.”

I ran my had across the large scar on my chest, “of this scar.”

He looked at my chest, “really, is that the scar from your last operation?”

I nodded, “yes, the one that saved my life.”

Sam asked, “what kind of operation was it?”

I said, “it was a heart transplant.”

He went pale, “a heart transplant?”

I nodded, “yes, Max was an organ donor, wasn’t he?”

I saw Sam swallow hard as he nodded. I asked, “didn’t the hospital give you the letter I wrote?”

A tear ran down Sam’s cheek as he pulled an envelope from his nightstand, he said, “yes, but I couldn’t bring myself to read it.”

He slowly opened it and pulled the paper out,

To the Donor’s Family and Loved Ones,

Please accept my deepest sympathy for the loss of your loved one, I can’t even imagine the pain you are experiencing. I know your loved one is a very special person, as they are giving someone that they have never met a chance at a better life. I can only promise you that I will do my very best to live a good life and to try to honor the short life of your loved one.

Please know that I will never take the gift you have given me for granted and I will be forever grateful for every day that I live. I would love to know about your loved one should you ever decide you want to meet me. I know I can never repay you, and I will be forever in your debt.

Love,

Quincy

We were both bawling like babies as Sam wrapped his arms around me. He held his ear against my chest and listened to the beat of Max’s heart. 

The End.