The Companion
by Mike Loggerman
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I've been living alone for a few years, ever since I moved to this city. I'm not rich, but I'm comfortable. I retired early, so I don't have much to do all day. I tried to have several relationships, but they never worked out. I just got used to being alone.
One afternoon, I sat in a park, feeding the pigeons, when I saw a young black man walking around. He was dressed poorly. I said Hi to him, and he smiled and sat down as he watched me feed the pigeons. He was skinny, and smelled like he could use a shower. I asked how he was doing, and he said he spent the day looking for work, but had no luck. I told him if he dressed better and showered he might have more luck because people hired based on appearance. He said yeah, but that was difficult.
He spent the afternoon with me, and told me that he lived with his mom, but she had recently passed away. The apartment manager threw him out because he couldn't pay rent, and since he had just turned 18, he couldn't go into the foster care system. He wasn't feeling sorry for himself, he was just venting. I asked where he was living now, and he told me he slept in the park. He was a well mannered young man, and I enjoyed the conversation. I felt sorry for him, and asked if he wanted to come up to my apartment to take a shower and get a hot meal. I even offered to wash his clothes for him. He smiled broadly and thanked me. He said that would be great.
We walked to my apartment, a large one bedroom place near the park. He told me his name was Gary, and how much he appreciated this. I showed him to the bathroom and gave him some sweats that would fit him. He handed me his clothes and I threw them in the washing machine. While he showered, I cooked some hamburgers. He came out of the bathroom in the sweats and I enjoyed seeing the nice bulge he made in the pants. He smiled broadly and asked if he smelled better. I got real close to him and sniffed, and said he smelled great. He said it felt good to be clean again.
We sat down and ate. I apologized for not being a better cook. He said he knows how to cook and used to cook for him and his mom all the time. When he clothes were done, I folded them and put them on a chair. He said he should change and give me back my sweats. I told him he could keep them on, and that he filled them out better that I do. He smiled but looked embarrassed. He asked if I was the kind of guy who likes bulges. I said I was. I noticed Gary's bulge was getting a little more pronounced. He asked if I wanted to see it. I said it would give me a lot of pleasure, but that he shouldn't sell himself. He said he wasn't selling himself. He said I was really nice to him and if I wanted to play with his cock, he would enjoy sharing it with me. I smiled and said okay.
I sat on the sofa and he stood up in front of me. I felt his hard cock through the sweats and pulled it down. He had a thick, seven inch black cock surrounded by a dense black bush. I stroked his cock and played with his balls while he moaned in pleasure. I asked if he had played with many guys, and he said he never had. I told him he had a beautiful cock. Precum formed at the tip of his cock and I licked it. I took his cock in my mouth and moved up and down his thick shaft, burying my face in his pubes. He groaned and said it felt amazing. I stood up and took off his sweatshirt. I ran my hands along his smooth chest and felt his armpits, and sucked his nipples. He undid my pants and pulled them down with my briefs. He felt my cock and then knelt down and sucked it. I took off my shirt and I asked if this was something he wanted to do. He said very much. I pressed my lips to his, and he opened his mouth to my tongue.
We moved to the bedroom and he lay on top of me, kissing me, grinding his cock into mine. We sucked and felt each other, and I got some lube. I covered his cock and pulled my legs up on my chest. He looked like he didn't know what to do, so I told him to press his cock against my hole. He did, and we groaned together as his cock slowly slid inside me. He started moving in and out of me slowly as I played with his nipples and armpits. He started thrusting harder, and said he was going to cum. He started thrusting hard and deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around him. I felt his cum shooting hard inside me. He kissed me hard as he came.
After he pulled out of me, I sucked his cock clean. Gary started sucking my cock, and said he wanted me to cum in him too. I put lube on my finger and fingered his ass. I added a second finger and asked if he was sure, because it could hurt the first time. He said he never wanted to do it before, and thought he might someday if he found the right guy. I asked if he wanted to wait for the right guy. He said I am that guy. I lubed my cock and slowly slid it inside him. It hurt him so I was slow and patient. He groaned as i slowly moved in and out of him. The pain gave way to pleasure, and I told him I was going to cum. He told me to do it, and I thrust hard and shot my load inside him.
As we lay in bed, he thanked me and said he probably should get going. I asked if he wanted to stay the night. He said he didn't want to be a burden. I told him its not burden, because I don't like being alone, and I enjoy his company. He said he enjoyed my company too, even without the sex. I asked if he liked the sex, and he smiled and said he'd never done it before, but it was great, especially when its with someone you really like.
Gary spent the night with me. Maybe it was just chance, but maybe it was that we were both emotionally needy, but we slept wrapped up in one another. I watched him in the morning. When he woke up, he smiled. I was concerned he'd wake up panicked. It confirmed for me that he was genuine. His cock was hard, and I asked if he would fuck me again. He got on top of me and thrust his morning wood inside me. He pounded me hard and said there was no place he'd rather be than inside me. He stroked my cock as he fucked me. I started to cum and my ass clenched around his cock. I felt Gary unloading his cum inside me. He kissed me, and we showered, and got dressed.
He made me an amazing breakfast. He said he should get going, because he didn't want to wear out his welcome. I told him he wasn't wearing it out, and asked if he wanted to leave. His eyes had tears in them, and he said no, and that he hadn't felt affection since his mom passed. I told him I didn't want him to leave either.
I said I had a job for him. He could be my companion, and live with me. He could cook for me, maybe do food shopping, and share my bed. Sex is not part of the job, but we could do it when we both wanted. Gary accepted immediately. I eventually got him some nicer clothes, and he would do my errands. He became a passionate lover.
I worried about his future, and insisted he go to college. He started taking classes at a local community college, and then transferred to a university. After several years he got a law degree and began to practice in a small firm. He no longer worked for me, but he still lived with me. At some point, he met a client, that eventually became his husband. He brought him home to dinner for me to meet him. I liked him. It was as it should be. They bought a house, and he told me I was moving in with them. I complained, but I was getting older and didn't want to be alone.