This is a fictional story about this hot guy I met one of those online video chat sites some time back. Nate is a very hot and beefy guy that used to video chat for fun. I was a great follower if his page. Because he was hot as all Hell, and was hung like a bull.
We chatted for some time, and I even hoped we would eventually hook up. But then his page disappeared. And I haven't seen him online since. It is a shame. Because I would have loved to get with this hunky guy. This is for you Nate. Enjoy....
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... I was in my way home in the morning. After a rough night filled with sadness and some tears. I thought i had found my dear sweet Nate yesterday. But then knowing i had not. And I feared he was lost to me now. Gone and maybe dead. I really didn't know anything. Just that I loved Nate ever so much. And losing him to distance and other people and this latest situation was too much. I just wanted to go home and lock myself into my room and never leave it. So I was on the road and headed home. Driving quickly to get back to my place. I was back home and in my bed that evening. Terribly drained from the long trip and search. So drained and depressed that I did not go to work the next day. I just mostly lay in bed watching tv from it. I really was not up to people and life in general. But I had a mortgage to pay so the next day I reluctantly went back to work. Kind of just going through the motions. But getting back to the regular routine. But my thoughts constantly on Nate and where he was. If he was okay, or in some gutter somewhere.
"Please be safe Nate" I said to no one "Please be safe"
Another week an a half had passed when I was sitting at home having some dinner. My usual dinner for one. I was planning on going to bed early as I had had a rough day. But I was eating there and had the TV on for just background noise. The news was on and they were talking about a body that was found in a dumpster near a motel along the highway some 50 miles away or so. A mans body. I stopped and turned to the TV. My head starting to conjure up all sorts of horrifying images. Fear that they would discover that the dead man was my Nate. And I felt a tear start in my eye.
"Nate!" I chirped in horror. "Please oh please don't let that be him" "Please"
And as the fear began to well up stronger. An awful ache began in the pit of my stomach. That was when I heard the doorbell. It startled me and I hear just out of my skin. So I was not sure I had really heard it But then it went off again. I collected myself and then went to the door. I called out to the person on the other side. Asking who it was
"Who us it?" I asked out
There was silence and then a voice came back from behind it. A muffled but familiar voice.
"It's Nate" he said "Nate?" I paused
Then my brain registered the name and voice.
"Nate. Nate!" I then near shouted
I grabbed the knob and pulled opened the door. And there he was. Nate. Standing there looking pretty beat and torn up. A full beard and just messy. Jeans on him torn and shoes looking really bad. Like he had been walking a long way. He had a back pack on his back. I figured it was all his belongings in one case. One pack that looked heavy He looked so sad too. His face was drawn and worn. And when he saw me there was a tear that welled up in his eye Mine quickly did the same as emotion struck me. He was alive. Nate was alive and he was here. Somehow finding his way here to me.
"Nate. Ohh my God, baby" I said "I was worried soo much about you"
I pulled him in to me and hugged him. Wrapping my arms around him. He then burst into tears and cried in my arms. I held him close for a few moments. Just feeling his body against me. He smelled of swear and lack of showers, but I still held him. Then I pulled him inside the house. Then I lead him to dinning room. I grabbed his back pack and placed it to the chair. Then we sat down.
"Are you hungry Nate?" I asked "Yeah. Am" he said back "But you don't..." "Nonsense.!" I said back fast "You need food let me make you something"
I brought his something to drink and made him a sandwich. Something quick for him to get down. And he started to forge on it.
"How long has it been since you ate?" I asked "I had some chops this morning" he said back "No money left"
I felt terrible for him. All that he had been through recently. Leaving him homeless and destitute. It broke my heart to see him in such a state. I would assure him he was safe here, with me I smiled at him as he ate. He looked up at me and stopped eating. Then he placed down his sandwich and took a drink.
"I am sorry if I intruded" he then started to say "I have no place to go" "And you are the only person I could think of..." "Oh my gosh. It is perfectly okay sweetie" I said back to him. "I am glad you came to me" "I was ever so worried and thought the worst"
He smiled and his blue eyes blinded a bit. There was tears still in them. But I think they were tears of gladness that he made it here. We talked about what had happened with his ex. And his long and difficult journey to get here to me.his that he was assaulted by a trucker and left at the side of the road with no money and his other back taken. His phone in it
"I have nothing now" he said "All I could do is just keep going" "Praying I could reach you"
He told me how he had written down my address and hie he was determined to teach me. If it was the last thing he did.
"I hope its okay I came?" He asked
I reached over the table and grabbed his hand. Squeezing it tightly in mine. Telling him it was fine. And he could stay here as long as he needed. That I wanted him here. He thanked me and went nack to eating. After that I suggested he go take a shower. He lifted his arm and sniffed himself. Smiling at me and saying that he was indeed 'ripe'. I also suggested he clear out his pack and get all his clothes out. That I would wash them for him. Again he thanked me and went to the bedroom to get undressed. Then he stepped into the main bathroom and into the shower. I called to him as he turned the water on. Asking if it was okay to grab his clothes to get them washed. He called back the okay. I looked in to see him through the glass of the shower. His ass before me as he let the water fall on him. I felt a tug at my shorts and then left him to get his clothes to wash. He didn't have much. A couple pair os jeans and some shorts and underwear. It was like packing for a long weekend. And that was all he had. I frowned at his perdicament. But vowing to be the one to take care of him from now on...
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