Hello All, I am sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out. I actually misplaced my drive that I keep my stories on and it took me until last night to find it. I actually thought I was done for. There is quite a bit of good stuff on there. Now that I have it back in my possession, I will be back on my regular schedule of posting weekly or by-weekly. I hope that you enjoy the story so far because I sure am enjoying writing it. I know it started off pretty slow but it should speed up about now. Enjoy and send me any feedback that you may have. I don't mind criticism it's really helpful.
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Chapter 4
The next week really flew by. Jules and the twins and I hung out every day and I spent quite a bit of time with my mother. I have been uncomfortable calling her mom. But that has gone away. On Sunday before my departure, Jules and his wife had a cook out at his house and everyone came over. I took so many pictures my pointer finger was getting stiff. Before I left Jules' house, I pulled him into his study and we had a long talk. He made me promise that if I went through any more "Problems" that I would call him immediately. I agreed, I just felt bad that I had kept him out of the loop for so long. I just didn't want to hurt him. He also made me promise that I would take it slow with Derik. I told him that I could make no promises, but I would try.
Derik and I spoke every morning when we woke up, either he would call me or I him and every evening before we went to bed. I couldn't contain my excitement about seeing him. I was leaving Pittsburgh at 5 am to try to avoid DC rush hour traffic. Pittsburgh doesn't really have a rush hour like DC does. It gets a little backed up at times but DC traffic is a beast in and of itself. When I left Jules' house I left with a since of peace. I have not felt that in years. It felt like I had left a lot of baggage and a ton of weight when I made my way back to the hotel. I had an almost constant erection the whole way back to the hotel. It was really getting painful. I hadn't jacked off since I got here. I don't know why, but for some reason I felt like I was cheating on Derik when I thought about it. Though I was always thinking about him.
I called Derik just to say goodnight and fell into a restful sleep. My cell phone alarm went off at 4am. I was already up showered and packed. I figured what's the point in waiting. I checked out of the hotel and headed towards 376 not even thinking about stopping to get something to eat. I was so excited I was ready to jump out of my skin. It was a beautiful morning and riding through the mountains of Pennsylvania is really breathtaking. I made it to Breezewood at about 5:15 I must have been speeding pretty fast. That S-Class is a monster. I will try to take my time going the rest of the way home. I really didn't want to get caught in that rush hour traffic, but looking at the time, I was gonna. I left Breezewood at about quarter to 6 heading down 70 to 270. I reached 270 at about 7:30 and of course started running into traffic. It took me until almost 9:30 to get home. I Hate DC Traffic. It's like people just don't know how to drive. I know that this is not the worst traffic in the country but it has to be close. The beltway is like a circle of death. You can get caught in its clutches and be stuck there for hours if you don't know your way through the city. Through all of that, I pulled up in front of my house and was so happy to be home. I purposely avoided riding down Hunt because I didn't want to be tempted to stop and ogle at his building hoping that he was there.
I backed into the garage avoiding the Navigator. It was a gas guzzler but I loved it. I walked into the house and shut off the alarm. It was a little warm in here for my liking and went to adjust the thermostat. I like it cold, I turned the air down before I left to try to conserve energy and had to get the temperature back to the way I like it. Taking my luggage up to my bedroom, I was already sweating. I unpacked separating my dirty clothes from the clean and started a load of clothes in the washer. I called Jules after I set the washer and let him know that I was home. He was at work and couldn't really talk so he told me he would call when he went to lunch. I hadn't spoken to Derik this morning and I was going through withdrawal. I just sent him a text and it read, "I'm home. Call when u can. Missing U." About a minute later I received a notification and was surprised that it was Derik. "Can I Call U." Before I could respond my phone rang. I smiled when I saw the ID.
"Hi." I said. I had the biggest smile on my face.
"Hey." I could hear the smile in his voice. I loved that voice.
"I'm surprised you called back so quickly, I figured with the time you would be in surgery or something." I said.
"I was just finishing up a post-op note when I got your text, I wanted to hear your voice."
"I wanted to hear your voice too. I don't want to disturb you, you can call me back when you are free. I know how important those notes are."
"Give me two seconds. I just need to sign it and I'm done. Don't hang up. I want to talk to you while I have a minute."
"OK." I said I could just imagine him standing in front of a computer like they do. Looking sexy in his scrubs. I was imagining his dick print and wondering just how much of it I would be able to see if given the opportunity. I was extremely hard right now and pretty sure I would burst a vessel any minute.
"OK, I'm back. So how was your drive? Did you leave in enough time to avoid traffic?
"Ugh, My drive was wonderful until I got here to the city. You know what Monday traffic could be like. I'm just pissing around the house right now. In a little bit I'm going to be headed out to the store to restock. Pick up some things I need."
"That sounds good. What do you have planned for the evening? I know you wanted to relax for the day, but I was kind of hoping that I could see you tonight."
"I have nothing planned, I was gonna ask you if you would come over tonight for dinner. That works out, I wanted to see you too and I didn't want to wait until tomorrow." I was trying hard to contain my excitement. I was a giddy as a fat kid with a twix.
"Can I come over around 7? That will give me enough time to shower and change." I could again hear the smile in his voice. He had the most beautiful smile.
"7 is good. Are you in the mood for anything for dinner?" I was thinking "besides me."
"Can I have anything I want?"
"You can have anything you want and I do mean anything." I said that last part seductively.
"Hmmm, that's a tall order to fill. How about...You..."
"That you can have anytime you want." I said all too quickly which made him laugh so hard he was choking a bit.
"Cheeky little bastard aren't you? I will take you for dessert. For dinner I was thinking more along the lines of Fried chicken, macaroni and cheese and greens." He said with that same smile.
"Weeell, I guess I can manage that. I won't forget about desert though."
"Oh, I won't." I heard him paged over the overhead system to the OR holding area.
"I gotta go, If I get a chance I'll call you back a little later. If not, I will see you this evening. By the way, where do you live, I'm assuming it's in my neighborhood, but what street?"
"I'm on Hayes in the cul-de-sac off of 44th. I am all the way at the end on the left 4351." I said.
"OK, See you around 7."
"See you then." I hung up the phone sitting back in one of the wingbacks that I have in my room. I felt like I was floating. I couldn't believe the sexual undertone that took place during that conversation. I was still hard and thought about popping one off. I thought better of it and decided to wait and see what happened tonight. I could only hope that I would be able to at the least get a taste of him tonight. I needed to think about something else. Just then my phone rang. I assume it was Jules and picked the phone up out of my lap. I looked at the caller ID before answering it and it was not Jules.
"Hello." I said with just a little bit of annoyance in my voice.
"Hey, I know I shouldn't be calling you but I wanted to know when you were gonna be back so I can swing through to pick up my stuff."
"I came back a day early, I have your things together in a box." I had packed up his things while I was washing clothes. "You can come by some time tomorrow to pick them up. I am going to be in and out today so tomorrow is best."
"Are you home now, I am down on Minnesota Ave right now and can just swing by real quick, It should only take a few minutes."
This was a real mood killer. I didn't want to be thinking about Dante today. "Yeah Dante, you can swing by now but I am getting ready to head out so please make it quick." I wasn't actually getting ready to head out but he didn't need to know that.
"Alright, give me 5 minutes and I'll be there." He said then hung up.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I just want this to be over. He can be so fucking clingy. I know he remembers our conversation from last week but I just know he's gonna try to talk me into staying with him. I stood up, straightened my clothes and went down stairs. I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water and I heard the "ting, ting" noise that my alarm makes when the door is opened. If I was lighter I would be all shades of red right now. He shouldn't just be walking up in my house like this. Especially since we're not together anymore.
"Jay, where you at? He yelled.
I walked into the great room, it was sparsely decorated. I barely used it. It just had two couches, two end tables, a coffee table and two wingback chairs in the left corner. There were also several paintings on the walls. I looked up and there he stood with this huge grin on his face. He was really handsome with his dark chocolate self but I didn't want him anymore. He did nothing for me sexually and really hadn't for some time.
"Dante, the box with your things in it is in the coat closet. I think I got everything, if not, I'll call and let you know." I was trying hard to hide the annoyance in my voice.
"I was hoping we could talk for a minute, face to face. I don't like the way things went with us and I was thinking we could talk about it."
"I said everything that I needed to say. I don't think that we have anything else to talk about. Really, what's the point?"
He seemed a bit agitated but he still had a smile on his face. It was forced. I've seen this look before. He used it when he was upset and didn't want to show it. He's never really been that aggressive, but I knew it was there below the surface.
"Jay, you and I have been through a lot together and that you are willing to just give that up is confusing to me. I gave you the time while you were out of town to work through whatever you needed to work through. I didn't call you like you asked. I gave you your space. Now you need to let me know what's goin' on."
I was angry, I was more than angry, I was pissed. I tried my best to remain calm, but the more he spoke the heat was rising and I could feel it from my balls up to the top of my head. I wanted to hit something and he was what I wanted to hit. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths. "What you didn't hear me, cat got your tongue or somethin'? I deserve a fuckin' answer. You owe me that after everything that you've put me through. You think I'm just gonna let you go without some fuckin' answers you got..."
"GET...THE...FUCK...OUT...OF...MY....HOUSE!" I screamed. I was ready to charge him. All I saw was red. How dare this bastard. I looked at him expectantly. He was standing there with this look of fear on his face. I think he thought that he was going to come in and take control and get what he wanted. I took a couple steps towards him. "Get the fuck out of my house Dante."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why you acting like this? I deserve a fuckin' answer."
"What you deserve is to get your ass beat for coming in my house like this." I said the next part as calmly as I could. "What you need to do is get yo' shit out of my closet, drop my keys on the stand by the door and leave. That is what you need to do."
"You fuckin' somebody else aint you? I knew it. That's the reason you acting like this."
Again as calmly as I could. "Dante, I told you to get out. If I need to force you out, I will. But I need you to go and you need to go now."
"Why can't you just answer my question? Tell me why you breakin' up with me."
"Dante, I don't need to justify myself with you and I hate repeating myself. We had this conversation last week and we are not having it again." I took a few more steps towards him. "You need to leave. This is the last time that I'm gonna say it before I kick your ass from one end of this room to the other and then throw you out the door." I took a few more steps towards him.
He backed towards the door. "I'm gonna give you a few days to calm down...you aint yourself." He turned and walked towards the door, opened it and stood in the doorway. He turned towards me and said, "Don't think I'm just gonna let you go like that. You can't just leave me, that shit aint gonna fly."
I started walking towards the door and he closed it. I went to the coat closet picked up his box walked to the door opened it and walked the box out to the curb where he was still parked. I sat the box on the ground where I usually sit the garbage and went back into the house. I needed to do something. Anything. I was so angry I was about to burst into flames. What the hell did I do to get myself into this mess? Already my mind was going through the ramifications of everything that has happened so far. I knew I would need to file a protective order just to be safe. I needed to get my locks changed because he still had the key. I needed to contact the alarm company and have them walk me through changing my alarm code. As I was making my mental list my home phone rang. I ran to the kitchen and picked up the line. It was Jules.
"Hey, I tried calling your cell but it went straight to voicemail." He said, I was trying to calm myself down so I would have a steady voice. It just wasn't working so I responded shakily, "I left my phone upstairs in the bedroom. I didn't hear it ring."
"What's wrong? Something happened, what is it?" he could always tell.
I cleared my throat and tried to speak more calmly. "You know how it is, Dante just left here, he pissed me off so I'm a bit out of sorts. It'll be OK."
"OK my ass, you sound like you're ready to punch a hole in a wall. Do I need to come down there?"
I responded. "My big bad protector. You can't solve all of my problems Jules. I got it in hand it's gonna be OK. Trust me."
"If you say so. If I know you, you already got your plan of action in place and started getting things together."
"I was just getting ready to get started when you called. It's too much to deal with. I have so much going on right now. I just don't want this bamma showing up at my job or just hanging around. He swears that I'm fuckin' somebody else. I don't know why his mind always goes there."
"Weeell, you may not be fuckin' him but you sure do have a huge crush on somebody else."
"That is so true, but that's not why I broke up with him. It's just too much to deal with and neither of us was happy. I don't get why he's trying to hang on."
"Some people have to be with somebody. They get very territorial and think of you like a possession instead of a partner. That's just how some people are wired."
"I guess, I think he's just jealous. He's been thinking I'm messing around for months. He brings it up every time we get into an argument. I'm just tired of it."
"You don't have to convince me. You sound like you're still trying to convince yourself. Get over it. Do what you do and move on. You can't keep holding on to someone who is dragging you down."
"Yeah, I know. Look I gotta go. I am fixing dinner for Derik tonight so I have to go to the grocery store and I still need to get things taken care of as far as Dante is concerned. I'll call or text you later."
"Alright little brother. Love you."
"Love you more." I said and hung up the phone. I ran down to the basement and took the load out of the dryer and put the last load into the dryer. The load that came out was towels and the load that went in was sheets and blanket off my bed. I folded the few towels quickly and put them in the basket to wait to go upstairs. I ran upstairs and pulled out my folder with all of my contact information in it. I kept every important document in a fire proof safe. You never know. I called the alarm company first and using the panel in my bedroom, I changed the alarm code and contact phone numbers, removing Dante as an emergency contact. My next call was to a locksmith I've dealt with in the past and he agreed to come out between 5-6 to change the locks on all of my doors. I would be cooking then so I would be home. My next call was to the 6th district police department to notify them of the situation and to get the instructions for filing a protection from harm order. It was going to take a few hours to get it done, but I had all day tomorrow.
With those three things done, I grabbed my car keys and left to go grocery shopping. It's the middle of the day now and traffic is much lighter. I went to Costco's first and did my bulk shopping. I went next to Giant on H street to get my groceries that I would need. While I was walking around the store, I was mentally going through the refrigerator and cabinet as well as the pantry. I wanted to make something special for desert for Derik. I know we joked about him having me for desert, that's no guarantee. I wanted to make a butter cake. Maggiano's makes a phenomenal Butter Cake. After sampling it a few times, I have been able to duplicate the recipe fairly well. My version taste pretty damned good and just melts on your tongue. I pick up the missing ingredients that I don't have at home and kick myself for not thinking about it earlier. I would have fared better getting the ingredients from Costco's.
By the time I got home I had all but forgotten about Dante. I made quick work of putting the groceries and supplies away and got the chicken marinating in buttermilk and other seasonings. I typically like for it to marinate for at least 6 hours, but 4 should be good. I got my turkey wing boiling and cleaned and cut the collard greens, got my milk steeping for my cheese sauce and had my butter softening for the Butter cake. Everything was looking good. I looked at the clock and it was just after 4. I was getting so excited I could barely stand it. Everything was going really well and I had high hopes for this evening.
I was upstairs finishing making up my bed when the doorbell rang. I assumed it was the locksmith and ran down the stairs to the door. I opened the door and there stood this man holding a huge bouquet of flowers. My thoughts immediately went to Dante and I frowned. This was some shit that he would do. The guy handed me a clipboard and I just signed "refused". I took the card off of the bouquet and sure enough, they were from Dante. The guy was standing in the door with this look on his face like, aren't you going to take these? All I said was "look at the signature."
"I don't want these. You can take them back throw them in the garbage, I don't care. Just get them away from here." I said.
"This was an expensive arrangement and a rush order at that." He made this statement as if it meant something.
"Sir, take them and give them to your wife or girlfriend. I don't care, but I don't want them." I closed the door in his face and went into the kitchen to check on my meal. The doorbell rang again and I went to the door expecting more trouble. Instead it was the locksmith. He asked me what type of locks I wanted and I got the most durable ones. He just so happened to have them in the truck and made quick work of changing the locks on all of the doors. I have the front door, side door, back door, garage door and basement access to the outside. It took him roughly an hour and a half to change all of the locks. It was nearly 6 when he left and I was just getting the chicken ready to fry. I had flowered it and it was sitting under saran wrap waiting to be dipped again and fried.
I wanted to be fresh and clean when Derik came by so I let the chicken sit and went to take a shower. Just the idea that Derik would be here soon had me on edge. My dick was at a constant state of attention and I was trying hard not to rub one out. I was in the shower and decided to clean myself out good just in case. I have a detachable hose in the shower that I use for that purpose. It took more time than usual since it has been over a week since I did it last. (I use my dildo's a lot) Everything was running clean and got out moisturized and put on a pair of Levi's and a solid royal blue button down. The shirt was one of those ones that hugs me in the right places and accentuates my muscular frame. The Levi's are 501's and hug my ass and dick in just the right way. Not showing too much but just enough. I went back to the kitchen no shoes or socks of course. I hate them and never wear them in the house if I can avoid it.
I looked at the clock and it was 5 minutes to seven. I put on my apron and started the oil to heating. Everything else was already done and I just needed to start the batter for the cake. I checked the temp for the oil and it was ready so I dropped the first couple pieces of chicken. I washed my hands and started the butter to creaming. I was working between both. When I was on the last batch of chicken and the mini cakes were in the oven, the door bell rang. I looked down at myself to make sure there was no stray flour or anything else on my clothes and ran to the door. I took a deep breath and opened it.
My memory didn't do him any justice. He took my breath away. I actually think I stopped breathing. I collected myself and ushered him into the house. I thought I got a glimpse of a familiar car but just kept it moving. This tall Adonis walked by me into my great room. He moved so smoothly and gracefully. You would have thought he was moving in slow motion. He had this sexy grin on his face and you could just make out the perfect pearly white teeth. He was wearing that same sexy smelling cologne. It was made just for him. I liked the way it smelled on me, but I loved the way it smelled on him. He didn't say a word. His smile got brighter and he just leaned in and gave me a hug. I hugged him back and I felt this peace sweep over me like everything in the world didn't matter and it was going to be OK forever.
"Hi." He said in my ear. It sent a chill down my spine. I don't even remember if I responded. I reluctantly let him go and he pulled back from me. "Sorry I'm late; you know how METRO is with these delays." He was holding a bottle of wine in one hand.
"No, it's OK. Dinner is just finishing up now." I said this remembering that I had chicken on the stove. "I'm sorry, let me take that and chill it. Make yourself comfortable. I gotta get to this stove real quick." I didn't notice until I had dragged him halfway across the room that I was holding his hand. I tried to let go but he held on and followed me into the kitchen.
"Dinner smells amazing. It smells just like Sunday dinner at my mom's house in here." He followed me behind the island and in front of the stove.
"Thank you, I will definitely take that as a compliment." I checked the chicken and it was a little browner than I would have liked but still edible so I took it out of the oil and turned off the fire.
I looked up at him and he had this look on his face like I can't describe. It was a look of want and need and happiness and all different kinds of things wrapped up in one. He had had his dreads taken down since I saw him last and they were hanging down his back. They weren't supper long but they weren't shoulder length either just a little longer. I looked at his jaw line and his full pink lips. I wanted to kiss him so bad. I could have gotten lost in his eyes. I walked over to the sink behind him and got the dish cloth and wiped the sink and then the stove. I was trying to give myself something to do other than get swallowed up in him.
"I hope you're hungry. Dinner is ready and we can sit, talk and eat. I got you something special for desert as well." I said turning to look at him. He was so quiet. I wanted him to say something, anything. He was looking at me with that same look in his face.
"Is this too weird? I have been dreaming of being in the same room with you since I saw you last and right now I just can't take my eyes off of you. You fuckin' take my breath away." He said this in almost a whisper. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his chest, just above his heart. He reached up and grabbed my hand and brought it up to his face. He held it to his right cheek and brought it to his mouth and kissed the palm of my hand.
"No, it's not weird. It feels...right. I've been thinking of you all week too. I've been just about to burst out of my skin since we spoke this morning." He had taken my hand and placed it back on his chest. I moved closer, we were standing head to chin. I looked up into those hazel eyes and he leaned down and placed just the lightest of kisses on my lips. It was a sensual move that had my body on fire. I didn't want to move. I took just the slightest of steps back. I needed to get my bearings.
"Would you like something to drink, the wine you brought or maybe a beer, soda, tea or water. I've got just about everything." I was still standing in front of him, just not as close. He also still had my hand. He brought it back up to his mouth and kissed my palm again just as lightly as he kissed my lips and then nodded.
"A beer would be great. What do you have?"
"Heineken, Corona, Dos Equis. I don't have Miller, but there is a Sam Adams Summer Ale that I hear is pretty good." I said to him still looking him in his eyes. He made talking about beer sexy.
"I'll take the Summer Ale, it is really good."
I took my hand away from his chest and turned to walk towards the refrigerator. When I got there I remembered that I kept the beer in a small refrigerator under the island. I put my head down, shook it smiling a little and turned back around to go to the little fridge. I got out his beer and walked over to hand it to him. Walking back over to him I decided to go ahead and get it out of the way. I couldn't believe that he was actually here looking better than I remembered. I placed the beer on the counter, walked up to him and placed my left hand on his chest and right hand behind his neck. He got the message pretty quickly and leaned down and kissed me. He tried that light kiss but I pulled his face to mine and attacked his mouth with a vengeance. He kissed me back. Our tongues were fighting for space in each other's mouths. Before I know it he had me up against the island and I had my left arm wrapped around his waist feeling his strong back and my right was pulling him to me. He pressed into me and I felt his engorged dick pressing into my belly. It felt huge. He pulled away from me slightly and looked me in the eyes. He still had me pulled tight to him. He got this huge grin on his face and said "Hi" and started laughing. I couldn't help it and started laughing too.
This moment took the tension out of the air and I was able to calm down. That kiss was number one on my list of top kisses. Any other kiss that I have ever had pales in comparison to that kiss. I pushed him away from me lightly, untied and pulled off my apron.
"Are you hungry? I know I am and thirsty as hell." I was grinning up at him.
"I'm starved, I haven't eaten since I had a bowl of cereal before I left the house this morning."
"That's no good. Let me feed you. Grab your beer and come over here and sit at the table." I initially wanted to serve dinner in the formal dining room, it seemed too pretentious so I set the dining room table that I had in my kitchen corner. I kept place settings on both of the tables but this one was simply set for two though it sat four. There were no candles; candles and fried chicken don't typically go together. I walked over and pulled all of the food out of the warmers and put it into serving dishes. I put everything on the table and got me a cup of iced tea before I sat down.
"Everything looks and smells delicious. But...I don't remember asking for potato salad."
"It just goes; you don't have to eat it if you don't want it. I won't be offended. Trust me. I don't offend easily."
"Oh no, I'm glad you thought about it. I like potato salad."
I started serving up food placing food first on his plate and then mine. He gave me this look, kind of like "What are you doing."
"What? Did I do something wrong? You're looking at me kind of funny.
"No, it's just you're serving me. No one has done that for me except for my mother." "Sorry, it's a habit. I serve it's a part of who I am. I'm not happy until everyone else is happy." I was hoping that I didn't offend him or seem too motherly. He just smiled and sat back. I finished making his plate and then took a sip of my tea. I finished it before I knew it. I looked and noticed that his beer was practically empty also. I stood up and went to go get another beer and me some more tea. I just brought out the pitcher and sat it on the table.
He looked at me and said, "No beer or wine for you?"
"Oh, I don't drink. Alcohol doesn't agree with my chemistry. I wouldn't say that I'm allergic to it, but when I drink even the smallest amount, it does something to me and I get sick and nauseous. It's not a pretty picture."
"Good to know. You don't mind if I drink do you. I don't drink a lot, just a few beers and maybe some wine here and there. Two is typically my limit especially since I've got to be in the OR in the morning."
While he was talking I made my plate. I noticed that he hadn't touched his. He was waiting for me. I smiled at him and said, "No, I don't mind. Why aren't you eating? You don't have to wait for me."
He got a little nervous look on his face. "Oh, it's rude to eat before the cook."
He had this serine look on his face, like he was completely at peace with the world. He picked up his fork and began eating. He was on his second fork full of macaroni and cheese when he put his fork down and closed his eyes. He leaned his head back and chewed very slowly moaning until he swallowed. He looked down and had this smile on his face that would light up the room. Then he said, "Oh...My...God...That is so good. It taste better than my momma's and if you tell her that I will deny it from here to the end of the world."
I couldn't help but to smile big as well. I was so happy that he enjoyed just a small portion of what I cooked. "Thank you." I said, "I promise, your secret is safe with me. Do you really like it?" He had picked up a piece of chicken off of his plate and began eating it.
He put down the chicken and grabbed the napkin on the table. After wiping his face, he said, "Yes, I haven't had cooking this good since Maw Maw. My mom can cook, but you cook like an old southern lady. You put your big toe in it, as they would say." He started eating again. He seemed really hungry so I stopped with the questions and let him enjoy his meal. I started eating as well. It was pretty damned good if I do say so myself. Within a few minutes he was done with his plate and looking at me. I wasn't even halfway through mine.
"You want some more help yourself. You don't have to wait for me." I was grinning as I said this because he was sitting there like a starving puppy waiting for his kibble. He started piling food on his plate and began eating again a bit slower this time.
"So, How long have you been at Georgetown?" he said in between bites.
I covered my mouth and finished chewing, "Umm, I graduated from Georgetown Nursing School and then I left and moved to Pittsburgh to complete my masters and then moved back here. I've been back in DC and working at Georgetown for 8 almost 9 years."
"Wow, in this day and age that's a long time to work for the same company. Do you like what you do?"
"I love nursing, I'm not sure how I feel about working at Georgetown though. I've been seriously considering transferring to another hospital or even looking for a position outside of MedStar."
He got this shocked look on his face. "Why? Did something happen or you just need something different?"
"No, don't need anything different, it's just that I have been trying to transfer into a different area for a while now. I have experience in cardiology you know, working in the EP lab and the Cath lab and right now I am just working in my unit. It's nice, I do more work than I should, but I still love what I do. It's just that I try to transfer out of my department, you know Georgetown, every department is hiring nurses. But, I can't seem to get out of my department. I feel like I've been black balled or something. That's why I am thinking about leaving Georgetown. It's all just so fuckin' frustrating. Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to cuss, I try not to if I can."
"Oh, don't worry about that, I can cuss like a fuckin' sailor. My tongue has never been tamed." He said with a smile. "But I am sorry about work. I don't really know how frustrating that is because I've never been in that position, but I know it has to suck."
"Hey, everything happens for a reason. We don't know why, shit just happens. It's how you deal with it that makes you the person you are." I took a look at his plate and it was empty. I don't know why but this gave me a profound sense of satisfaction. I took a deep breath and smelled my cakes. "Desert smells like it's ready."
"I thought you were ready when I walked in the door." He said with a mischievous grin. If I could have blushed every shade of red I would have.
"That desert was ready for you when you walked in the door believe me." I said as I stood to go to the oven. As I was pulling the oven door open he was stacking dishes and started clearing the table. I sat the cakes down on the counter and turned to him. "You don't have to do that. I'll take care of it."
"Oh no, you cooked, the least I could do is help clean up." He commented as he walked with dishes in hand to the sink. I flipped the cakes out onto the cooling racks and picked up the bowel of glaze I had sitting under plastic wrap on the counter.
"That looks delicious. What is it?"
I was a little too excited when I said this. Too animated. "Have you ever been to Maggiano's? The closest one to here is up in Chevy Chase."
"Yeah, Some of the best Italian food in the city."
"Yaaaasssss. Well, I'm not sure if you have ever tried their Butter Cake. I duplicated it. It took me a while to get it right, but it just melts in your mouth. Oh my goodness, I love their Butter Cake, but mine is pretty damned good too."
He was standing by the sink leaning with his back to it staring over at me. He had been watching me and I know I must have seemed comical because he looked like he was trying not to bust out laughing. "A little excited about this Butter Cake aren't you?"
"You've gotta bake. When you get something right and it turns out right every time and you know you have mastered it. Especially something like this, it's better than sex. I have a hard on right now thinking about eating this cake."
He looked down at my pants and then his eyes slowly traced my body up until he met my eyes again. This stare from him was a panty dropper. He could get the business right now if he wanted. I wanted and I wanted him bad right now. My dick was straining against my jeans and had snaked up and was positioned pointing towards my right hip. It was very uncomfortable. I was looking him in his face and I hoped that he was thinking the same thing that I was. If not I was about to make a fool out of myself. I ogled at his body tongue almost hanging out of my mouth and took a step towards him. He closed the gap between us grabbed me by the small of my back and pulled me into him. At the same time he leaned down and kissed me forcefully on the lips. I could taste dinner on his tongue but it was heavenly. I was sucking on his bottom lip and he moaned into my mouth. He backed me into the refrigerator and leaned down kissed me on my neck and then traced my jaw line up and to my right ear. He sucked on my ear lobe and I lifted my left leg and wrapped it around his leg. He reached down and pulled my leg up to his waist while lifting the rest of me so that I was supported with the fridge to my back and my legs wrapped around his waist.
He pulled me tighter to him and whispered in my ear. "You taste so good. Am I taking this too far?"
"Hell no, wanna get more comfortable."
"I am comfortable, I've got you." He said and kissed me again on the lips. He let my left then right leg drop so that I was on my tip toes up against the fridge. I traced his right arm from his shoulder down to his elbow. I pulled as far away from him as I could and his hand dropped to his side. I took his hand in my hand and turned to leave the kitchen. I led him to the stairs. I never turned back to look at him. I was a little afraid of what the response from him might be. We walked the stairs up to my bedroom. The lights were off and I walked over to the lamp beside my bed and flipped the light on. That is when I turned to look at him. He had a look of trepidation on his face, it seemed like he was trying to make up his mind on something. I placed my hand on his chest just above his heart and unbuttoned the second button on his polo shirt and then the last. I looked him in the eyes and there was that look of need in his eyes. I took that as my sign to continue. I reached down and lifted his shirt up to his arms, using my thumbs to trace the contours of his abdomen. Each thumb grazed his nipples as I went up. He lifted his arms and I pulled the shirt completely off. I let it drop to the floor. He was wearing a wife beater and his nipples were hard poking through the thin material. The shirt showed off his magnificent physique. He took my breath away.
After removing his polo, I lifted off his t-shirt more swiftly. He had muscular pecs that just stood out. His 6-pack was a sight. He had hair on his chest right in the middle divot between his pecs that ran straight down his abdomen running into his treasure trail and into his jeans. He was wearing a pair of CK's. I could just see the top of his underwear.
"Like what you see?" He snapped me out of my reverie. I looked up into his eyes and he had the sexiest smile on his face. He took a step towards me closing the gap and leaned down to kiss me. He unbuttoned my shirt as we kissed and let it slide down, it was snapped at the wrist so I had to help him get me out of the shirt. When it was off, he tossed it to the side. He backed me into the bed and lifted me up onto it. (High Pedestal bed) I slid back and while I did that he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He climbed up on the bed in between my legs. His dreads fell down around me and I was engulfed with his scent. He was laying on top of me our dicks straining against our pants. I was just looking up at him. I wanted him so bad. I reached down and undid the button on his jeans and pulled down his zipper. I reached in and felt his dick. It felt huge. It was snaked around just under the waist of his boxers and to my right. I gave it a squeeze and he moaned leaning down to kiss me. He kissed me soft at first but the more I rubbed and squeezed his dick, he got more forceful. I pulled his pants down under his butt, then grabbed his ass and pulled him into my groin. My body was firing on all cylinders. I gripped his back and as forcefully as I could rolled us over so that he was on his back. I was sitting on his thighs looking down at this beautiful man.
I leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips and then sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. I kissed his chin then kissed my way down his neck. My tongue traced patterns in his skin as he moaned and groaned. I licked first to his left nipple and grazed it with my tongue. His muscles contracted I could feel them responding to my every touch. I moved over to his right nipple and gave it the same attention. As I was sliding down his body licking and touching, I slid his pants down to his calves and he kicked them off the rest of the way. My face was in his crotch and I inhaled the scent of this man. He smelled just a little moist and manly and woodsy and a hint of something sweet I couldn't describe. I buried my face in his balls licking and sucking through the cotton. I licked up the length of his dick up to the tip. He was a pre-cummer. I have never been with a guy who pre-cum's. I wanted to taste more of him. I sucked and nipped on his dick head through his boxers. His body kept flexing and jerking. I took his dick out of his boxers and it flopped onto his abs. I took the head of his dick into my mouth trying to get a better taste of his dribble. It tasted like his crotch smelled. Salty and sweet and manly. As I got further down his dick taking more of it into my mouth, I realized just how large it was. It was at least 9 inches long and thick as fuck. My jaw was stretched wide and there was still more to go.
I came up off of his dick; his boxers were resting below his huge balls. His sack was the size of an orange and pulled up tight to his body. I grasped the waist of his boxer briefs and pulled them all the way down and he kicked out of them. I started sucking on his sack sucking in one and then the other of his heavy balls. I wanted to get both into my mouth at once but there was just too much. He had been moaning but the more I licked and sucked on his balls, he got more aggressive. He reached down and held my head to his balls and said, "Shit, suck my nuts, suck that shit nigga." That was all the encouragement that I needed. I sucked and kneaded his nut sack licking the sack from his taint up the length of his dick. I took the head of his dick into my mouth tasting that marvelous pre-seed savoring the flavor. He had a pool of juice on his abs where his heavy dick had been laying. I popped his dick out of my mouth and lapped up what I did not want to waist. I rubbed his body from his nipples down to his abs and back up again as I sucked his dick back into my mouth. I got half of his dick into my mouth and his tip was in my throat. I started releasing saliva to coat my mouth so that I could get all of him in there. This was a task that I was more than willing to complete.
"Suck that shit nigga, suck that shit. Feels good as shit Jay. Aaahh, mmmm."
I was bobbing on his dick taking my time with him knowing that I wanted to taste his seed. I don't think that I have ever wanted to taste someone more. I used all of my skill to get as much of his dick into my gullet as I could. I used my throat muscles to massage his dick eliciting a lot of moans and "Oh Fuck's"
"Jay, you gonna' make me bust man, I don't wanna cum yet." He said as I tried to pull me off of his dick. That wasn't gonna happen. I wanted this. I increased my inflections on his dick using my hand to massage his balls while my other hand played with his nipples and explored his body. "Jay, please nigga, I don't wanna cum yet. I'm so fuckin' close."
I felt his dick begin to swell. He must have realized I wasn't gonna stop so he started humping into my throat. "Ooooohh, here that shit is, Aaaaahhh, fuck, fuck, suck that shit." I used my hand to jack his dick while I sucked. He arched his back and just screamed, "Aaaaaahhh" as he unloaded a gallon of cum into my mouth I couldn't swallow fast enough. He just kept cumming. After blast 8 I stopped counting. I swallowed as much as I could. "Nigga, yes, fuck that was awesome." I was licking up the cum that had wasted out around his dick and into his trimmed pubes. I used my middle and third finger to massage his taint feeling it release the cum that was left. A dribble of cum came out of his dick and I licked it up.
I looked up at him, I think for the first time since I started, and he was looking down at me. He was massaging my left arm and traced down to my under arm and reached down with his other hand to my other arm and pulled me up on top of him. He leaned up and kissed me first lightly then forcefully making me open my mouth with his tongue. In all of my 20+ years of having gay sex not one of the guys that I have been with, (4 besides Derik), has ever kissed me after I swallowed their load. He kissed me like he liked the way he tastes as much as I do.
He rolled me over so that I was laying on my back and he was leaning over top of me. He hadn't spoken since he said that it was awesome. I was a little self conscious because I was still laying here with my pants and underwear on and he was naked with a semi hard dick lying against my leg.
"That was amazing." He said and smiled at me.
"I aim to please." I said with a look of relief and excitement. He kissed my lips again and kissed down to my neck and buried his face in my neck and relaxed into me. His left hand was over my midsection and his right arm was off to his side. He snuggled into me pulling me closer to him. His breathing slowed, I don't think he was asleep but he wasn't completely coherent either. I was rubbing his arm that was over me up and down. I got to his shoulder and went back down and he jerked, "That tickles." He said into my neck. I was glad he wasn't sleep, though cumming like that could make anyone go to sleep. I just relaxed and took in his warmth. He had goose bumps all over his body. I wasn't sure if it was because he was excited or cold. It was really cold in here, but that's the way I like it. I keep a throw blanket at the foot of my bed, so I reached over and grabbed it and slid it over him. He adjusted himself so that he was laying on my chest. His dreads were in my face so I turned my head to the right so that they would stop tickling me. His grip on me loosened and I realized that he was asleep. I was thinking, "Great, a guy who goes to sleep right after he nutts." I couldn't see the clock from this vantage point and just waited for him to go fully to sleep so that I could go clean up the kitchen. I chuckeled to myself. I am laying here in the arms of a beautiful man and I am thinking about going to clean the kitchen. That's OCD if I ever saw it.
I lay there for a while just thinking about my situation. Was this thing with him really going to go somewhere or was I infatuated with him. He was gorgeous sure but I just slept with or gave a blow job to a guy on the first date. It wasn't supposed to go this way. Nothing ever goes the way we plan, just roll with the punches. I decided right then, that's just what I'm going to do. Roll with the punches. He was snoring very lightly, it was peaceful. I was able to adjust us to where he was laying on his stomach and I was able to get up. I made sure he was fully covered and left to go back downstairs after picking up our discarded clothes. OCD.
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