Someone Like You

THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS. IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN TWO MEN. IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU GO ELSE WHERE. IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO BE READING IT YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE TO BEGIN WITH, SO JUST GO AWAY. OTHERWISE ENJOY IT. JWS

SOMEONE LIKE YOU (part 3)

by J.W. SMITH

I climbed the stairs to the bathroom. As I untied my shoes, I looked out the window. I saw Nat stirring up the brickets in the grill. I chuckled to myself at thinking that the name of a restaurant was 'My Back Yard.' I'm sure Nat got a kick out of not correcting my assumption.

I showered, dressed in shorts and a loose t-shirt. I didn't bother with shoes. When I looked out into my back yard I saw that all the stacks of weeds were gone. I was amazed, delighted, pissed.

I stuck my head out the window and yelled.

"Where are my weeds?" I tried to sound indignant.

Nat's head appeared above the wall. He had a big grin on his face.

"I took them to the dump." He said.

He looked at my exasperated expression and raised his eyebrows at me.

"You didn't really want to keep them did you?"

He was so damned cute I couldn't be angry.

"Of course I did. They were precious to me." I frowned. But then I couldn't help but laugh at his shocked look. He realized I was joking and grinned.

"Thanks, Nat, I owe you on that. It was really going too far though."

"Think nothing of it. I had nothing else to do while you were sleeping so I occupied my time in a constructive manner. That's all."

"You're really full of baloney. But, thanks."

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"Hey, this is a zany place." I yelled as I walked through gate into his back yard a few minutes later.

The plantings around the lawn were jungley, banana trees, Bird of Paradise, huge leafed vines creeping over broken marble pillars and pieces of statuary, and large brilliant Hibiscus blossoms.

"Welcome to my back yard." Nat grinned. "Have a seat. I made a big pitcher of lemonade. I'll bring it right out."

"Let me help."

"Nope. This is my shindig, so sit down and enjoy it."

I chose a chaise lounge to lie back in. I realized as I relaxed, I was still feeling exhausted. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. A moment later I heard the tinkle of ice in a glass and then liquid being poured over it. I opened my eyes just as Nat sat a little metal table next to me and sat the glass on it.

"Lemonade, ice cold, and freshly made just for you."

"My favorite refreshment."

"Somehow I innately knew that." He drolled.

Nat went back inside and returned with a large tray laden with the salmon, asparagus and salad. He placed the salmon on the grill, set his timer for six minutes and then rolled the asparagus spears in virgin olive oil, placed them in a mesh tray and put it on the edge of the coals.

He returned to the kitchen to get the table settings and placed them on the table. He brought out a hurricane lamp, lit it and put it in the center. I sat there watching and dozed off. The timer dinged, waking me up. I opened my eyes and watched as he turned the salmon and moved the asparagus a little closer to the heat.

He shook the vinaigrette, poured it over the salad, tossed it, and divided it onto two plates. He then took a block of imported Parmesan and shaved several slices onto the top of each salad. He uncorked the wine and set it in the middle of the table. He moved with a manly grace, sure of himself.

I closed my eyes and pretended sleep when I saw that he was ready to serve.He walked over to me and leaned down supporting himself on the chair arms. He kissed me on the forehead.

"Hey, Puddin' Head, dinner's ready."

He turned back to the grill. I frowned, but didn't open my eyes. Puddin' Head had been another pet name Ted had called me. It was painful to be called that again. 'Oh, well, get used to, Jim. Don't think; go with the flow.' I said to myself.

I stretched and yawned. Wandering over to the grill, I watched Nat serve up the fish and vegetable. I took the plate he handed me and went to the table.

"Either place is fine." Nat said. I chose a chair and he sat down opposite me.

"Dig in."

We ate in silence for a couple of minutes.

"Mmm. I haven't eaten this meal in three years. I just never bother to fire up the grill just for myself. This is so delicious." I said.

Suddenly a memory surfaced; I lay my fork down and grimaced at the pain it caused. My eyes teared.

"What's wrong? Are you all right, Jim?" Nat's voice was full of concern.

"I just remembered. The last dinner I had with Ted was Salmon and Asparagus. The night before he was killed."

Tears ran down his face. Nat leaned forward and covered my hand with his.

"Well, look at it this way. This is now the first meal of a new relationship."

I smiled and wiped my face with my napkin.

" I'm okay. It's just a painful memory." I picked up my wine glass and held it toward Nat.

"May this new one be long and loving."

"It will be, Jim, it will be." He clinked his glass against mine.

At that moment Saturn leaped up on the wall. Nat saw her and exclaimed.

"What a beautiful black cat. Is she yours?"

I turned and looked at her.

"Yeah. That's Saturn. Didn't you see her earlier in my yard? She was Ted's baby. I swear she still misses him."

"Oh that's who you were talking to. No, no I didn't see her."

"She teleports, you know. She was there on the plynth watching me. The next moment she was somewhere else. Come on down, Satty. Would you like a piece of salmon?"

Saturn let out a little chirrup and leaped to the ground. I cut a bite of salmon and held it out to her. She ignored it and walked over to Nat and smelled him. She sniffed for a couple of minutes, checking the scent of his ankles and calves. She stretched up, standing on her hind legs and sniffed his arm. She sat down and gazed up at him for a moment, and then leaped into his lap, butted her against his chin and purred loudly.

I sat back and watched this. Her behavior was amazing. The only person I had ever seen her be that affectionate with was Ted. I didn't verbalize this. Despite all the documents and photos, there were beginning to be too many coincidences. It was making me uncomfortable.

Nat was grinning like a fool.

"I've never had a cat. I didn't know they are such affectionate creatures."

"They're not. Usually, they 're not."

He caressed her back with both hands.

"You are such a beautiful creature, Satty."

I faked a yawn. I needed to get away and think. Nat looked at me, his face filled wih concern.

"I suspect you haven't fully recovered yet. Why don't you turn in? I'll come over in the morning and check on you."

"I feel so lethargic."

That wasn't a lie. However, I was feeling uncomfortable with all the coincidental things that just kept going on.

"Too much sun, when you're not used to it, does that to you."

"I'm a Southern Californian, for Christ sake."

"Yeah, but you obviously don't get out in the sun much. You're very fairskinned, with blue eyes. You're more susceptible to the sun's affect. Go on, turn in."

His pedantry was irritating; it was so much like Ted, always mothering me.

"Let me help you clean up before I go."

"No, I will do it. Besides you're the guest."

"Well, next time I'm family. It will be my turn."

"Agreed, go to bed."

"I'll have coffee ready in the morning."

I wasn't going to let him know I still suspected that he was really Ted. Monday morning I was going to do some sleuthing down town at the state records building.

I slid between the sheets. They felt so nice and cool against my naked skin. I lay on my back and closed my eyes, thinking that sleep would come easily. It didn't. The image of Saturn rubbing Nat's chin kept haunting me. Why would the cat do that? She had only ever done that to Ted. She ignored everyone and only paid attention to me when she was hungry. My imagination started working.

There were to many coincidences to ignore, especially the words and how he said things. It was all too much like Ted. Maybe he was Ted. Maybe the whole accident thing was just a scam. The body had been burned beyond identification. Whose body was it if it wasn't Ted?

Maybe he was after the money. Shit! This was Ted I was thinking about having done this. Ted was too moral to do that kind of thing.

But if it was a scam and Nat really was Ted, then who died in the accident? And if it was a scam, did he expect me to turn the money over to him?

And if the scam were discovered, would I go to jail, too? If he was really Ted, did he think I was going to just fall right back into a relationship with him after the three years of mourning and misery I had been through? I found myself getting angry. How the hell could Ted do this to me? He loved me. Or had that been part of the scam, too?

I turned on the bedside light, sat up and dropped my feet to the floor. I was making me crazy. I walked to the window and pulled the gauze curtain aside, gazing out into the night. The outlook was over Nat's yard. Movement caught my eye. I looked down and watched Nat cleaning the grill. His sure, swift movements were so like Ted. Watching him, my body ached with desire.

I thought about Ted naked. I envisioned his beautiful body, how the chest hair made a T with the line running down his belly to his cock and balls and his wonderful bubble butt. I imagined the sinewy muscles in his strong legs wrapped around my waist as I plowed his furrow, his heaving pecs as he strove to meet each thrust. I could see in my mind the little grimaces of pain mixed with intense pleasure of being fucked. I could hear the whimpers and grunts he made and how they crescendoed as he got nearer to climax.

I began rubbing my cock as I watched Nat move about the yard. I had to get him into my bed soon, or burst with desire. Nat looked up at me. He stopped and waved, then disappeared from sight. I waited to see him again. I heard a noise down stairs and attributed it to the cat snooping. I continued to watch for Nat's reappearance. I heard a stair step squeak.

Someone was coming up the stairs. I turned to grab my jeans when he suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Hi, I thought you could use some help with that."

He motioned with his chin toward my turgid cock. He grinned lasciviously.

"How did you get in? I checked all the doors before coming up."

I tried to cover myself, as he advanced on me.

"Oh, the previous owners gave me a set of keys, in case there was a need. I think there is a need right now, don't you."

His voice was seductive. He approached closer. I backed away from him. I recalled distinctly being told that there were only two sets of keys that were handed to Ted and me. Ted's had perished with him. Or had they?

"Why are you backing away from me? I know you want me as badly as I want you." He said in a low sexy voice.

I felt the bed against the back of his knees. 'Oh, shit.' I thought. 'What now?'

"We need to talk." I said.

"In the morning."

He had his hand on the back of my head as he kissed my neck just under the ear. His other hand was spread on my buttocks pulling my pelvis against his own.

"Now." I insisted.

"No. Relax and enjoy this. I'm going to take you to Nirvana."

He licked from the base of my neck out to my shoulder. I felt myself surrendering. Tomorrow would be would be soon enough to face him with my suspicions. His tongue was circling my right nipple; he moved over and did the same to my left nipple. Yes, in the morning would be fine.

Hey, wait a minute. Nirvana? That was Ted's word. Oh, fuck. I don't care at the moment. I haven't felt this good in so long. His tongue was licking at my armpit. Without thinking I raised my arm and laid my head back enjoying the exquisite sensations. He dropped to his knees as he pushed me back onto the bed. He laid his face into my crotch. I pushed up against him. He ran his hands up and down my torso as he laved my balls. He moved up to the base of my shaft and chewed lightly, and then whipping it with his tongue he moved up to the head, running his tongue around it. I was holding my breath waiting for him to plunge down my cock like he always did. But he didn't.

He sat back smiling. I frowned. Why had he stopped? I raised my head and looked at him. Nat stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. I slid up the bed to watch. I could hardly wait to gaze upon that beautiful cut cock with its big pink plum head.

He was taking his time teasing, as he slowly slipped his shirt off exposing his magnificent hairy chest and smooth abdomen. He tweaked his tits; I sucked in air. It was more glorious than I remembered; the stomach muscles were more defined.

He unbuttoned the top of his Levi's. I held my breath. Nat took the two ends of the waistband of his 501s and pulled, popping the metal buttons out of the holes in the fly, exposing his generous thatch of rich reddish-blonde pubic hair.

I could see the base of that rampant rod that tented the right leg of his jeans. I waited eagerly to see the rest of it.

He turned his back to me and started to slowly shimmy his pants down, exposing his marvelous globular buns. I blew air out my pursed lips. He pushed the jeans down to his feet and stepped out of them. He stood with his back to me, his hand on his hips. Now for that glorious mushroom-headed cock. I waited.

Suddenly he whirled and dived onto the bed next me, not giving me a chance to see what I had so eagerly awaited. He molded his body to mine. I embraced him, pulling his hairy chest to mine. I sought his mouth. We kissed, our tongues battling for dominance in each other's mouth.

I pushed him on to his back, and rolled on top of him. I sat up and studied his body. It was as thrilling as I remembered it. I could feel his hard cock pulsing under me. I caressed his chest memorizing it again, the feel of the contours, the texture of the hair covering it, and the pert nipples that stood at attention when they were touched. I trailed my fingers across his collarbones remembering the hollows and curves. He lay still watching me explore.

I moved forward, reached behind me and grasped the hard shaft that was nudging my crack, leaving a wet dewy trail where it touched me. I ran my hand up it to feel that big plum on the end of it. It didn'tfeel right, not like I remembered it. I frowned and looked down at him and twisted to look at his cock.

I turned back and looked again at him. Suddenly all the tension and tormenting doubt disappeared. I was so relieved. Now I could persue this new relationship with total confidence. Tears of joy coursed down my cheeks. I laughed hysterically.

He looked at me with concern. His cock deflated.

"Jim? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked.

I laid forward onto his chest. Great heaving sobs racked my body, as I tried to regain control enough to tell him. Nat embraced me. Caressing my back he asked again. I was crying. But I was also laughing so hard I couldn't explain. And then I got the hiccups, which made it sound more like I bawling.

"What's wrong, Babe? Talk to me. Tell me what has you so upset."

"You---hic---you---have---a---hic---a foreskin."

"You don't like my foreskin?"

"I---love--- love your foreskin."

"Okay. So why are you so upset?"

"I'm not---hic---up---set. I'm happy."

"I don't understand, Jim. You're bawling your head off and you're happy?"

I nodded against his chest.

"Yes---hic."

He rubbed my back some more.

"Will you tell me why you're so hysterically happy?"

"Ted is really dead. I was so sure---hic---that you were Ted. But now I know you aren't. Ted was circumcised. I love your foreskin."

Nat laughed.

"If I had known that was all it took to convince you. I would have pulled it out the first time I met you."

We both laughed again. He pulled me down and embraced me. I hugged him back.

"I love you, Jim."

"Nat. Damn, I love you, too."

P.S. THANKS FOR ALL THE FEED BACK. I HOPE YOU GOT A KICK OUT OF THE ENDING. KEEP AN EYE OPEN FOR A NEW STORY LISTED UNDER INCEST. I HAVEN'T NAMED IT YET,ALTHOUGH IT IS NEARLY FINISHED. JWS js.collection@verizon.net