"THE Real ANTONIO" Part 9
We rested side by side for a few minutes, and then Carlos got up slowly. He had dropped his cum load, and now had to be going.' Aren't all men that way?"
A gob of cum oozed on the tip of his cock. "Johnny, do you want this?" he said; wiping the gooey drop across my lips. Oh Yeah, it quickly disappeared.
Earlier I was excited knowing Carlos was there, and an hour later, I was happy to see him leave. It's the old classic routine – "After you get what you want - you don't want it." That is, until the next time.
In the morning, I was hungry. Usually I have something simple like toast and coffee. On this bright sunny morning, I woofed down scrambled, ham slice, home fries, toast and two cups of coffee. It didn't feel like too much, I felt fine.
Often there is a reason for everything. Noon arrived with no delivery from Dana Transport Co. and of course, no Eddie. Well, so much for lunch, I assumed the plants would arrive later, but a trip to the diner for lunch, was out.
"I'm looking for the greenhouse manager," said a short older heavy set man wearing a brown Dana Freight shirt and hat with the name "Charlie," sprawled across the top in green script.
"The name I have on the sheet is, Johnny." He continued.
"You found him," I explained looking as official as possible.
"I have a load of plants for you bud. Want me to pull up to the dock here," said Charlie.
"Yes, I'll get some help unloading. Where's Eddie today, " I asked.
"Ah, they switched drivers, and Eddie went north. I took his route, only for today.'
Nothing more was said, the plants got unloaded, and Charlie was on his way. It was a typical day, and nothing more.
The strangest thing happened around 4:00 pm. I was getting ready to leave, when a tall black gentleman came up behind me in the greenhouse. It was Eddie.
He was wearing khaki pants, and not a uniform. OMG what a difference. His crotch was on parade to the march of the chocolate soldier. I stopped looking right there.
"I couldn't make it today," he said, "I took the north run."
"Make what?" I replied, "Oh, you mean lunch, I forgot all about it." Naturally, I was lying, but lying, I do quite well.
"I need a plant for my wife. Can you help me?" Eddie asked.
"Of course."
He stood there with both hands still in his pants pockets. It caused his crotch to bulge, and the advertisement was done on purpose. It sure looked that way to me.
Eddie didn't move to look at plants. He just stood there smiling. His hands were still in his pockets.
"I think your check engine light is on," I said curling my lip with a grin.
"Yuh, think so?"
"Well I'm not a mechanic, but something needs tuning. If you want a plant we better step on it. We close in half hour." I said.
"Can you sit in the truck with me for just a moment? I don't want to get you in any trouble with the boss." Eddie asked most politely.
"Yeah, I can. But only for a few minutes."
"Good enough," he replied.
I sat next to Eddie, in the truck, just talking. He leaned back in the driver's seat. I recognized the sitting position thinking his legs would be next to open. That's the way it usually works.
The waiting didn't have time to register. His legs parted immediately, and for sure, it was a hefty site.
"You know, you're good stuff," commented Eddie sitting quietly in his seat.
"What does "good-stuff," supposed to mean?" I asked.
"I have a "hood" feeling for people. You're upfront, not something, you're not. For example, you told me you were gay. Damn noble doin that, and not necessary unless you want something, and I don't think, that is the case at all."
"Whew - I had no answer, for that. It sounded cool and surprised me. Just the same, I wasn't buying this "noble" shit. I am also smart enough to shut the fuck up, when it becomes necessary.
Purring like a tiger requires control of one's thoughts – However this was no time for control. Time was growing short, and my appetite for something hard, was growing along with it.
Good grief, more cock all within forty eight hours. It takes getting used to, even for me. "Nah, that's not correct. It doesn't take getting used to at all. Nevertheless, we still were only talking.
The girth of Eddie's dick nestled visibly, as if he intended teasing me, before putting it on display. The chocolate Hershey bar, wasn't confined by underwear. It gave me alley cat curiosity, wanting a peek at it. "What to do – What to do?" He saw me looking, as it moved in its hiding place. No surprise there.
"Man, I like to show off," Just look at me being a fool in front of a pretty man, and I hardly know you," said Eddie. He looked at me with a dopy smile, but knew exactly what he was doing.
"This here dick's got more moves," Eddie continued. "I'm a rawhide brown cock master, that's what the ladies say. I'm bragging a bit, in case you haven't noticed." Then he laughed pretending to change the subject. "Just joking," he added.
The talking about chocolate cock, with every hint imaginable, stopped. It was silly anyway and probably a warm up for later, when Eddie would want the real thing. There was no missing what he was talking about unless one's stupid. I can be a jerk, but never stupid.
I looked at the time on my phone. I had about fifteen minutes to get back into the store.
Eddie said he would be back tomorrow to buy a plant. He wanted to become friends. I knew exactly what he meant, and gave him my number so he could contact me. It's the old saying – "I'll call you!" which is still alive and well. "Yeah - right!"
That evening at home I heard from no one. It was wonderful being alone not catering to anybody, just me with me. I thought about calling Antonio, but it was queer behavior for me to ask questions. It was best to mind my own business and remain low key. It takes a heap of learning to find out where you really belong.
Carlos, I didn't care that much about. He was good sex, that's a given, but there always seemed to be something missing. Antonio was closer to me, yet so far away. It is what it is.
I received a text message from Antonio, the same time I was thinking about him. Talk about karma.
He asked what I thought about having coffee. Who the hell wanted coffee, but said, "That sounds like a good idea. Would you rather have a beer?"
"Nope, coffee sounds good."
That was it, and typical Antonio. He was not much for words. I finished washing the dishes. Antonio arrived and thank goodness, he didn't have Carlos with him. Antonio was much nicer when by himself.
We sat next to one another in the living room drinking coffee. Antonio made no suggestions about having sex. Instead he talked about work, and how wonderful their house was looking with the repairs taking hold.
Sitting next to me on the sofa, he set his coffee cup down on the floor, and then put his hand on top of my hand.
"Are you okay," he asked.
"I'm okay," I replied.
"I heard that Carlos was here a couple of days ago and put you through some gymnastics. I didn't know he was coming here. It won't happen again, unless you want him. It bothers me, yes, really bothers me, calling names and worse having my brother inside you." continued Antonio. "I know that I wanted you to do it with us, but now, I don't like seeing it."
"You fucked the slut from the mall." I said, struggling not to sound jealous.
"I didn't fuck anybody from the mall. I haven't been to the mall for over a month. Oh wait, - that's something, I bet Carlos said. Am I right?"
"That's it, and not my business." I mumbled.
"Ha - ha, my sexy Gringo, you and I, are close, my brother Carlos is wild. His arm pulled me to him, blending us together as one.
Antonio stayed all night with me (first time ever) and we slept holding one another. That glorious awakening had never happened before. At last, love of the highest caliber, had come along, and it was wonderful.
Loving "The Real Antonio," is what I do. It makes me feel like somebody else. Every day I am surprised by Antonio, he is completely a good person. He overflows with love, and needed the right person to share it with.
Good lord, travelling this long, long, road home; whoever would believe that person would be me.
Sex stopped with Carlos. It stopped with everybody, but Antonio.
As for Eddie, he never called, saving me the trouble of telling him to get lost.
End
Thank you. Justin