Light My Eyes

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So, the other day I was having coffee with my real life bestie and...you guessed it...in walked the most beautiful guy I had seen in a long time.

He was blind...and you guys should have SEEN the way his BOYFRIEND was so lovingly taking care of him. It was sad to see, but also, uplifting at the same time.

Gave me an idea for a story, and here it is. Please enjoy xx liciousryan@gmail.com

Stay safe, Ryan

LIGHT MY EYES

"Ahhh oh my god...You're so much better than my boyfriend...yeah man...fuck me...yeah...oh god, you're so biiiig...get that COCK BACK IN ME!"

I closed my eyes and wholeheartedly prayed that this was all a dream. Perhaps even a nightmare. Because what I was seeing and even worse, hearing, couldn't possibly be true.

Not Lincoln. Not my fiance.

Not him in bed with another man. It can't be.

"PLUNGE ME! GET ME FUCKING PREGNANT!"

It was his voice alright.

The most wrongful thing that I could possibly do now was to have them see me. Or even worse, to have me look at, and actually SEE what was so clearly happening on our bed.

OUR BED!

Call me crazy, call me insane. I couldn't, wouldn't get peace in my heart if I didn't see Lincoln and who ever he had in there with my own two eyes.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna make me cum so hard...oh god yeah, fuck me you fucking stud!"

I shouldn't. I really shouldn't.

But I did.

**

Jesus.

It was the man that I had been in love with for five long ass years, the man who had given me the courage to FINALLY come out of the closet after twenty seven years of living my life as a lie...the man who I honestly thought I would be spending the rest of my life with not even five minutes ago...and then he goes and he does THIS...

"I'm cumming...holy shit, I'm cumming...can't hold it in, babe..."

Babe...that's what he called me...ever since we started dating five years ago and as recent as this very morning before I left for work.

With bated breath I took a look see around the corner into the room...our room...and what would you know...I was just in time for Lincoln to shoot the fucking biggest load of sperm that I had ever seen. In five whole years with me, he had always simply and meekly dribbled sperm out of his cock as he climaxed with me, which I didn't mind, when it seemed easier to suck it all up into my mouth and swallow his protein down...but in seeing my fiance being plowed by what was probably one of his students at the University where he worked as a teacher...he looked like he was enjoying himself, like he had never enjoyed himself before!

Lincoln huffed and puffed, his chest heaving and his stomach and neck area smeared with runny watery spermy goodness, and in a funny way, I found that funny as hell, because I knew how Lincoln's cum tasted...sour with just a hint of sweetness as an aftertaste.

I shook my head sadly and I knew this was the end for both of us. It had to be. How could I EVER forgive THIS?

Five years...gone. Just like that.

When I had been at war with my parents and family for being this way, for being so different as them, with their biblical beliefs and values...disowned by those I held dear because I loved this exact same man who was now so desperately lunging upwards to kiss the jock who had quite literally just fucked the cum out of him.

I'm not gonna be a victim. I'll be the one doing the breaking up around here. Angrily, I left the passageway and quietly as I could, I left the house.

**

"You did good, Buddy. You showed him a damn thing or two and even them some. When he was obviously thinking that he was doing YOU a favor by staying, you go and dump his ass! Respect, brother!"

Tori held out a fist towards me and I bumped it with mine but not without a sad smile etched on my face.

It has been about ten days since I had seen Lincoln and his puppy dog fucking themselves into an oblivion on what was our bed...and to be honest, it didn't hurt quite as bad at first but now that I had a chance to let it sink in, I was feeling pretty much out of place at the moment.

In stepped Tori, the one person I had with me in my life ever since I could remember. Our moms had given birth at the same hospital twenty seven years ago and by doing so, they became the best of friends. Needless to say, I had photos stashes away of me and Tori as babies trying our best to crawl and even eventually of us starting to walk. Our both sets of parents literally kept everything, never threw needless shit away, hoarders the lot of them...but sometimes it was nice to kook at all the good memories. Tori was that once in a lifetime kinda friend, that some of us was so lucky to find.

"Nothing to respect, Homie. The guy was cheating on me for god knows how long. And I fucking loved him. Damn, why do I always fall for guys out of my reach?"

Tori took a puff of her cigarette before ordering another coffee in the restaurant we were sitting in after another hard day's work. I was a fitness instructor at our local gym and she worked in the local bakery just across the road as a chef, so we normally tried to eat together after a shift. When I thought of the I dunno HOW many times I blanked her to make plans with Lincoln, I seriously wanted to scream blue murder.

"Buddy...you gotta let go. Okay? You saw who he was fucking? Look, you're many things, but a college jock ain't one of them."

"Fuck off, Homie. I'm fit and healthy, not to even mention these babies..." I joked as I lifted up the tank top I was wearing to give her a solid glimpse of my impressive, I had to admit, six pack abs.

Dedication, hard work and a lust to give Lincoln loads of pride to actually be dating me, ended up with great body on my part. I was so over that, because I literally have been eating to stop since the break up.

Tori grinned as she leaned forward to whisper...

"Maybe you should aim lower, ya know? Maybe someone more plump with bad eye sight."

I nearly choked out my own coffee.

"A fat dude with glasses, you mean? Man, I'm all for equality, but you should be at least attracted to the guy, should you not?"

Tori put out her cigarette before the waiter bought her coffee refill. Both of us checked out his physique and his ass, as he walked away, before we silently sniggered, looking at each other in utter playfulness.

"God...he can park those in my bed all day," Tori cackled before she poured cold milk in her coffee.

"Who says he ain't gay tho? Perhaps he wants to park with me," I joked, my eyes wandering over to a seriously hot ass guy who had just taken his seat. He was with a woman who seemed worried somehow, frowns galore etched on her face. Damn...that dude was FINE AS...

"Homie...ten a clock..." I said softly and she immediately understood. She turned towards her left slightly before she turned back to me, with her eyes wide and she mouthed "oh my god" silently and over dramatically.

"I know, right? But look at the woman. Bet you anything he's fucking her. Fuck! Straight guys are always the hottest," I sulked as I leaned back in my chair and tried my best not to make it look like I was so openly checking him out.

"Doesn't bother me. Straight guys are my speciality," Tori said sweetly before she taunted me with her eyes.

I kicked her shin for good measure. It was all good. When you were friends for twenty-five years, nothing surprised you anymore.

**

"Oh you gotta be KIDDING me..."

I turned away from the gym's entrance as quick as I could but that didn't stop Lincoln. Not when he had so clearly made all the effort to come down here, complete with a muscled giant next to him as his guest...or was it fuck buddy, I really couldn't give a fuck. The panic in his eyes as I turned away...make no mistake...he WANTED me to see all this.

"Hey Peter...long time no see..."

I clenched my teeth. If I was ever gonna end up in either the newspapers or on TV for all the wrong reasons, it was surely gonna be today, I fucking swear.

"Lincoln...good to see you..." I croaked out and stood tall like I wanted to. Which wasn't easy when you figure that the wall in human form that Lincoln had next to him was nearly double my own height.

"Oh, I bet you're wondering who this piece of sirloin steak is? Well, since we broke up..."

"...WE didn't do anything, I dumped you, remember...?"

"Semantics! I wanted to dump you for so long jut I just KNEW you would fall apart without me. I'm a good person, after all."

Can I go puke now?

"So, where and how do we get Brayden here signed up?" Lincoln asked wryly as he looked right at me, as if to say...this is your job...you can't get rid of us...you need the gym memberships.

Cocky bastard.

Deep breath, Peter. Deep breaths.

"I'm really busy with assessments right now. I'm sure they can help you get settled in at reception. Excuse me, I have actual members waiting for me," I said as professionally as I could before turning around and blowing out some much needed air.

The LAST thing that I needed was both Lincoln and the Human Block known as Brayden working out here every single day. I never knew Lincoln was so petty...was I so in love before that just couldn't see it? Was he always such an insufferable dick?

My eyes fluttered reluctantly over towards reception where Lincoln had both his arms around Brayden's huge torso and biceps as he seemingly had the same irritable effect on the rest of the personnel...what the fuck was he trying to prove? Did he know I was watching? Did I hurt his insanely huge pride much because I was the one dumping HIM?

It was then, that I noticed Grant, one of my fellow fitness instructors, and the very same Grant who I had repeatedly told NO... every single time that he was flirting with me because I loved and respected Lincoln...

"Yo Grant, you busy?"

Grant looked up immediately as he heard my voice and he smiled in response.

"Just finished a class, why?"

He must have seen the hurt and the aggression in my eyes because he was putty in my hands the moment I faced him. If Lincoln wanted to hurt me, he did just that, and I was ready to unload all my anger.

"Sauna, now.

**

"Jesus...keep going...fucking hell..."

This time it was ME doing the moaning as Grant went to town on my 7 inch steel hard penis.

I hadn't gotten any action ever since THAT morning before I had caught Lincoln and his college jock in flagrante delicto, apart from the occasional jack off in between, and we all knew that wasn't the same as the real McCoy. A mouth around your hard cock worshipping your length, every bit of grain and meat that you had to offer simply didn't compare.

Grant has been wanting my dick for ages. As far as I knew, he was dating a woman, but he did tell me that he had forever fantasized about experimenting with a guy and since I was the only gay dude on staff, he had thrown countless hints in the past. As I watched and FELT how his lips was making love to my stiff pole, whilst he was giving my balls a major good workout with the palms of his hands, it felt like ecstasy was shooting upwards in my veins.

As if he could read my mind, Grant took out my red, angry looking cock from his gullet and proceeded to lean further down and take my left nut inside his wet mouth.

"Shit...oh shit..." I hissed and I opened my legs wider to give Grant more to work with. I flinched every time his talented tongue did its wonders with Mario and Luigi down there...so much better than the weak efforts that Lincoln always gave me. Loads of studs now only made it's way to the surface...things that you tend to oversee when you're in love and in a relationship with the guy of your dreams.

Bathing both my balls in his thirsty mouth, Grant never once stopped jacking my now aching dick, the piss slit flaring every time his thumb encircled that precious top spot. He spat out my nuts with sheer gusto before leaning upwards and engulfing my dick once more, but this time, in keeping the cockhead itself inside his closed mouth and jacking off the rest of my length rapidly with his hand.

"Grant...dude you better stop, I'm gonna blow for real, man!" was my desperate cry, my eyes closed and about to have my sperm stream into his mouth if he wasn't careful.

Pleasant surprise, the man just kept sucking away. My balls was churning inside their hairy sacks, my chest was heaving and my eyes totally back inside their sockets as my orgasm overtook me.

I tried to keep it down and managed just, my cum pouring out of my piss slit and straight into his mouth, where he swallowed and savored my taste and flavor with sheer abandon, before I slumped against the bench I had been sitting on, total exhausted. Grant finally came up for some much needed air as he wiped the corners of his mouth and still struggled seemingly to swallow everything down.

"Come over here..." I whispered weakly and I reached out my arm towards him before he solidly back away.

"Fuck no I ain't kissing ya. I ain't into that," he grumbled and straightened out his gym gear that he still had on.

I frowned and got my breath back, before slowly sitting upwards and starting at him like he was made of glass.

"Wait...dude, you just sucked my dick and swallowed my nut juice, not to mention you had my balls in your mouth, but you will not kiss me. I mean...what the fuck?"

Grant blushed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I just don't kiss men. It's fucking gay."

"And sucking a dick ain't?"

"Whatever, thanks anyway. I wanted to try it and it's not for me. No hard feelings, yeah?" he said before he quickly left the sauna, more like a bad tempered ferret looking for a place to hide, than anything else.

Stumped, wasn't the word. I would have laughed my guts out if it wasn't as sad as it was.

Man...straight guys...

**

"Don't you look now, but that hot guy just sat down like two tables away."

I leaned back and took a sip of my Coke Zero.

"What guy?"

"Fucking hell, Peter! The guy we were perving over the last time we were here!" Tori hissed as loud as she could.

She winked at the old couple next to us, who gave her a disapproving look.

Confused, my eyes wandered over the customers until...oh right! HIM! The beautiful blond guy who was once more with that same woman, the one we saw the last time indeed...geez...given the fact that he was wearing a white vest and blue shorts complete with sunglasses tucked into said vest and you had quite the catch going on there.

His biceps looked strong and well maintained, I should know. His legs had a flurry of hair covered across the skin. He was taking quite energetically to his partner, as if he was excited somehow.

"You wanna go see if he's available?" Tori smiled wickedly.

"No thanks. Grant gave me a blowies in the sauna yesterday. I'm good."

Tori smacked the table so hard with the palm of her hand that I was actually scared people would gather up and chase us the fuck outta here.

"You bitch! You have sex in the sauna at work and I'm stuck decorating cakes! Life is not fair, man."

"You can literally go flirt with any hot guy in the world and he'll fuck you. Just because you're a woman. If I tried that, I'd be in hospital more than I would actually speak," I said emphatically.

The mysterious hot guy suddenly laughed at something his partner had said and good lord...if he was beautiful before, that smile was deffo worth of a billion dollars. Some guys had all the luck when it came to looks. And when they were genuine nice guys as well, they more than had it made.

Man...I actually wanted to tear the heck up then and there. Knowing that such a beautiful man was clearly off limits made it hurt even more. Sometimes I really hated...no, HATED being gay. Low point, I know. I KNOW.

I finished my Coke Zero in one swoop and signaled towards our waiter to bring our bill.

"What's wrong, Buddy?" Tori frowned as she once more used the nicknames we had called each other ever since we could properly talk.

I shook my head.

"Nothing. Really, I'm okay. I just...I wanna get outta here. I'm sorry, Homie. Just not been a good day. It's on me. You need to get back to whipping up a new batch of shortbread at work! Oh, the joy!"

If looks could kill, it would have been Death by Tori.

**

"Hold on, my mom is calling. Gimme three!" Tori shouted as we left the coffee shop.

Placing my hands inside my pockets I walked outside and quietly stared at all the patrons and various people doing their shopping. Loads of young couples...girls and boys holding hands...married couples kissing each other at random simply because they could...two men inside grocery store hugging as they seemed to know each other for ever...sigh.

Lincoln was a vile piece of work...but I did love him. Where the fuck am I gonna find someone with whom I could share a powerful connection with as I did him? Man...I glanced over at where Tori was, but she was still very animatedly talking on her phone.

Her mother must have broken a nail, bless her.

My dear Homie couldn't keep a conversation going ever, without using both of her hands, bless her soul.

A loud noise snapped me from my thoughts.

"Help, he's stolen our stuff!" a women's voice shrieked out over the parking lot of the mall and various people were turning their heads to see where the commotion was coming from. I was stunned into freeze mode as I rapidly heard running footsteps approach to where I was.

Suddenly a man, wearing a blue jacket and a balaclava around his head, at least that's what it looked like, ran around the corner from where I was and bumped straight into me.

"Piss off, faggot!" he yelled like a maniac, his eyes white and bloodshot, before he pushed me out of the way and continued running away, complete with a woman's handbag in his hands. Two fit and young security guards were quickly on the scene and they followed past me as they tried on their end to make up ground on him.

I turned around and saw a woman sobbing on the gravel tarred road meters from where I was. My god...it was the very same woman from earlier on who had been with...

And then I saw him.

That...that guy. That sexy ass dude who Tori and I had been obsessing over twice now.

But why...why was he just...standing there? It was like he couldn't move...I'm honest, he was simply looking desperately around him and it looked as if he was mouthing something but I couldn't make out what it was. He looked so...so incredibly lost...confused and saddest of all...scared as hell.

I didn't even realize that I had been running towards him until I was almost there. With him. Near to him. Close to him. Still, he hadn't lifted a finger to help the woman laying on the ground and neither had the pathetic bunch of onlookers. No, they had their phones out recording everything, but they couldn't help a woman in distress...fuck social media!

I knelt down and helped the woman up on her feet. She smiled slightly and touched up her hair before placing her hand on her chest.

"You okay, Mam?" I asked with genuine concern.

At the sound of my voice, it seemed like the hot dude's head had suddenly turned towards us for some reason, as if he snapped out of a trance.

"Oh...oh thank you. Yes...I suppose I am...but my handbag...EVERYTHING was in there! He just pushed me down like I was nothing...and suddenly it was gone...Patrick...oh god, Patrick, are you hurt? Did he hurt you?"

She rushed to my left and hugged the hot dude and at once, he seemed to smile... finally, show some sort of emotion as he heard her voice.

"What happened? I heard a voice and then you were gone," he said.

God...even his voice was that if a fucking angel!

"I'm okay, Patrick. I'm fine. We have been robbed, tho. I gotta phone my boss and tell him my car has been stolen. Uhm...sir? You wouldn't mind waiting here with Patrick? I'll just be a minute."

Okay...he was insanely sexy and everything but why did I need to look after him? He was gorgeous and all but surely he could look after himself?

I nodded anyway and she smiled, relieved.

"Thank you! Patrick, there is a man here who helped me after it all happened. I can't hear anything with all the commotion outside here, so I'm just going inside to make the call and then I'll be back okay?"

Patrick nodded and he reached out his hand to his left. I frowned. I was to his right.

"Over here, dude" I said, and he swiftly spun around and held out his hand, again. I took it and shook it...but geez louise...he was even more sexy up close...

"Ha, sorry about that. Thanks for helping my sister. Jenny always look out for me, I'm glad someone could be there for her when I couldn't."

I nodded and I hoped he didn't see the blush creeping up my cheeks.

"It's pleasure. Oh, my name is Peter. And I'm glad to help. I actually saw you after it happened, you were sort of...out of it, just sort of staring into the distance. You okay now?" I asked...still, unable to look away.

He was so darn beautiful.

He's gonna think I'm totes insane if I don't get my shit together. Even I wouldn't wanna be stared at like I was some piece of rare meat.

Patrick smiled, but said smile didn't quite reach his eyes. They were a blue, perhaps even a hint of emerald green. Shockingly sexy, just like the rest of him.

"I always tend to freeze when I don't know what's happening around me. It's safer that way," he said with a tang of sadness.

I frowned.

"How could you possibly not see the robbery, you were literally next to your sister when it happened?"

Patrick shook his head and this time, he turned to where he had last heard my voice.

"Perhaps because I couldn't see it? I'm blind, Peter. Have been for the last ten years."

**

I FELT LIKE SUCH AN IDIOT...

And even more a sad pathetic shallow waste. I had been so into his physical appearance that I didn't even notice he was blind?

WHO DOES THAT??

It took a while for my tongue to release some much needed saliva for me to be able to speak...

"Dude...Patrick...wow man...I don't even know what to say..."

He laughed. A giggle. Like he was twelve all over again. The way his entire face lit up at that moment...you had to be there to see it. He was literally the perfect guy.

"No worries, I'm used to it. Me and Jenny as well as our parents had a car accident years ago. Our, well, our parents didn't make it. And when I woke up, I had to deal with that AND the fact I was suddenly blind. Jenny has been my rock ever since. Don't feel bad."

I stared at Patrick as if in awe. How does he remain so positive? And after EVERYTHING that happened to him?

And here was I...sulking my guts out because Lincoln cheated on me...when I could have lost my sight as well as my parents like Patrick has had.

"You still there?"

I cleared my throat.

"Uhm...yeah. Still here. Oh, your sister has finished her call, she's on her way here."

"Okay. Thanks for everything...what was your name again?"

"Peter. Only my bestie Tori calls me "Buddy".

Patrick smiled as he reached out his hand again. Closer to me, this time than before.

I gently took his hand in mine and we squeezed at the same time. Man...did he even know how handsome he was? The last time he could see, he was literally a teenager. He had no idea how hot he really was.

"Perhaps next time we could have coffee? My treat. I gotta say thanks somehow..." Patrick said, his face once more portraying that beautiful smile I was now accustomed to.

I squeezed his hand once more, only realizing what I was doing after it was done. We finally dropped both our arms and my hand felt strangely cold without his inside mine.

"We can do that. Just...well maybe you can get your sister to call me...I'll give her one of my business cards..."

Patrick sniggered. I loved that sound.

"I know how to use a mobile phone, dude! Mine is just voice activated. No sweat tho, I'll call you."

I didn't wanna go.

It was like I was desperate to stay. With him. As if I will never see him again, if I walked away now.

Get a grip, Peter. Give that business card to Jenny. She will give him your number. There's no reason why she wouldn't.

It would just be to say thanks for you helping his sister.

Or not.

Perhaps more?

So I hoped.

Jesus.

"See ya, Patrick," I said softly, before I slowly let go of his hand.

**

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