Let's just kiss

It was a few years ago and the café was packed. He asked if he could share my table for two; Of course, the answer was yes. Now I was in a committed relationship and should have said, no. He was my age, maybe twenty-eight or a few years younger, in an off-the-rack suit where mine was tailored.

Do you know when ‘that-thing’ happens? Well, it happened to me for the second time in my life when I saw him. It wasn’t just how he rocked the off the rack, not the tie he wore, or the color of his eyes. It was the sparkle in them when he looked at me.

I think we need some background. I am six-one, 180 lbs.’, finished my MBA four years ago, and have put it to work. I’m a total top who loves to suck cock. My best friend and I have been in a relationship for about three years, the bottom to my top.

Did I say I love sucking cock? And best I can tell I’m good at it. I could suck cum threw a straw all day long. But I like being used in this way, slam me with it, push it down my throat, choke me.

He is the yin to my yang. He works construction, doesn’t read as I do, never seen him in a suit. He has two inches on me with about forty more pounds of muscle; the way it feels dominating him, I can’t even describe. All that was forgotten looking at the young man in front of me right now.

Months passed by. The café had small apartments above and I rented one. We would meet every day for lunch then spend the rest of it upstairs. He would cum from my pounding even after I sucked him dry; it was the best of both worlds. You can’t imagine how I felt today.

“This has to be the saddest day of my life. I called you here for a bit of bad news. I won’t be able to see you no more because of my obligations and the ties you have.” His eyes got wet.

The thing was that I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’d been working too much, meeting him for lunch and shit most days; it’d be hard. “I had to meet you here today; there’s just so… many things to say.” My heart hurt.

“Please don’t stop me till I’m through; this is something I hate to do.” I hurt really bad. The spark in his eyes faded.

“I can’t do this here, let’s go upstairs,” I suggested.

“What have I done? What have I done???” He questioned starting to cry.

Let’s just add insult to injury. I had been preoccupied with him and the time we shared. I had been sleeping back to back with Jeff; my best friend and lover for years. It was Keith behind my eyelids that got me to sleep every night.

I knew. I was a total-top. Today was gonna be different. I sucked him knowing he always had a second, positioned myself to take the first dick in my ass; ever.

Oh-my-god. It hurt but was a pain I could endure. He, maybe, knew this was a one-time thing. I think maybe it was the first time for him. I accepted what he had and reveled in his cock swimming inside me.

“This has got to be the saddest day of my life. I called you here today for some bad news; I won’t be able to see you no more because of my shit and what you have going on.” It hurt.

“We’ve been meeting here every day because this is our last day together, I want to hold you just one more time.” He tore me up.

We stood at the top of the stairs after, I so… didn’t want to do this.

From behind, I told him, “Don’t look back. I want to remember you just like this.”

He paused at the bottom, turned, and looked back at me before walking from my life.

Just crush my fuckin heart.

“It’s gonna hurt me; I can’t lie. Maybe you’ll meet another guy. Understand me and won’t you try? Let’s just kiss and say goodbye. I’m gonna miss you, I can’t lie.”

The truth was I missed him to distraction. He did find another guy, it crushed me when I saw them the first time. I recommitted myself to Jeff, found what I first did with him, I’d moved past what Keith and I had. So I thought.

From your Author; RJC.

A song. The Manhattans. ‘Let’s Just Kiss and say Goodbye’. I put a spin on it with the boys. A song; maybe a hundred words can speak volumes.

Now! Let’s just be honest. You can think you’re straight, say it out loud, but when five black guys are in white tights; where do you look first.

“This has got to be the saddest day of my life. I called you here today for a bit of bad news. I won’t be able to see you anymore because of my obligations and the ties that you have. We've been meeting here every day. This is our last day together; let’s just kiss and say goodbye. RJC.

“Really Grampy???”

“You’re up. How do you feel?”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Slick you had Covid again and strep.”

“I’m gonna go back to bed, Dad.”

We both got it even after being vaccinated. Robby’s presented differently than mine. His body had an allergic reaction where I had all the typical systems. Then he got Strep. I had been through this with his Dad. I told my doctor after two weeks; Mark, do a Mano Culture. Sure-shit.

Robby has lost months. He sleeps eighteen hours a day. I almost have to force-feed him. He’s lost weight, more than me. The antibiotics for the Strep whipped his system.

The Bug, took a toll on me and the little guy didn’t get it; he was our caregiver. He’s so… worried about his brother. I hated his name when they told me; Quentin. I call him Q, or Little Guy. He has seriously stepped up. I’m better now and can care for Robby.

I sit by his bed feeding him and talking. I’m over sixty, raising two teenagers that I might never see graduate from high school. Breathe Deep the Gathering Gloom. RJC.