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Unexpected Bayou Love 1
Unexpected Bayou Love 1
This is a story that took place over the holidays. It was nothing I saw coming. It was nothing I had planned for. My name is Nathan. Nathan Mosely. I'm a 30 year old, fairly good looking black man. I say "fairly good looking" as a modest description. I'm 5 foot 9 inches, fit, with "hot boy lips" so my girlfriend has said. I grew up just outside Abbeville, Louisiana and spent much of my younger days riding the bayou, fishing and catching crawfish til I decided I needed to look smart, you know, for the girls then for the career. I got my degree from Louisiana State and worked for car dealerships to pay my way. Now, I'm the sales manager for the Caddy dealership near the State Capital. Good job, good benefits, and good money!
Now, back before Thanksgiving, I was dating this girl, Clarissa. She was a beautiful girl, had a lot going for her including her degree from Louisiana State University, long dark hair, beautiful eyes, a pussy that could drain you dry, and a rich daddy. I was pretty sure we were moving into that place where it was going to be an engagement announcement. We had a big Thanksgiving weekend coming with her parents down on the coast and it was going to be amazing. So on this particular Monday, I was having a slow day. You can't give away a car on a Monday so I headed downtown to get my haircut. I needed to be presentable for her parents for the weekend. After getting a clean buzz on the sides and a little shape on the top, I strolled down Main and heard music coming from one of the bars. I had no intention of stepping in because I needed to get back to work but I heard a girl scream "oh you are kidding me!" and I knew both that phrase and that voice. I stepped into the bar and right in front of my eyes was Clarissa doing a "bump and grind" on some white guy's leg. She was laughing and enjoying herself. I froze in the doorway and when she saw me, she froze too. I think the guy knew instantly what was up. I turned quietly and walked back onto the street. I'm not going to tell you all my thoughts at that moment because they do nothing for this story. Suffice it to say, I was done with her.
She was waiting for me at my apartment when I returned home from a shitty afternoon at work. After a knock-down, dragged out fight, I told her there was nothing left to discuss. I gathered up the things she kept at my place, put them in boxes and a few grocery bags and walked them out to her car. She continued to plead for forgiveness as I opened her car door and helped her in.
I slept badly that night. Ending a relationship that, for six months, had been so good, I just couldn't get my arms around it. The next day at work was at least busy so I kept my mind occupied. I told my buddy Carl who was one of the sales associates what had happened and he agreed with my actions and that even though I had no proof she had done that before, I couldn't trust her at all.
I grabbed some chicken on the way home because I wasn't about to cook and I knew there was a problem the minute I walked into my apartment. The smell that hit me was potent. I had to cover my nose as I turned on the living room lights. I didn't see anything out of place. I walked slowly back to the bedroom and, man, oh fuck, Clarissa had done a number on me. I guess when I packed her things I failed to take back my key. That was a fucking mistake!
My burgundy bed comforter had bright white stripes splashed across it. The clothes in my closets had white blotches all over them. She had doused my room in bleach. I pulled out suit after suit after jacket after pants. All of it was ruined. What a bitch! That was probably $4000 in suits and dress shirts ruined. Pants, polos, shorts, all of it. Splashed and splotched! My fury was difficult to describe. My ability to utter a sound was crushed. I did my best to air out the smell and sat on my couch for most of the night. Something was playing on TV but I don't remember what it was. I planned my response. One doesn't get to be sales manager for a successful brand like Caddy with a shit-shot wardrobe and an inability to respond to problems. At 8 am, I called the boss and told him I had very personal business to take care of. He said ok. At 9 am, I drove to Clarissa's father's accounting office. The secretary said Mr. Prentiss was busy. I asked her nicely to tell him it was me. A few moments later I was invited into his office.
"Sit down, Nathan. I'm very happy, but not surprised to see you. I was rather hoping for one of these conversations," the gentle man said, as he returned to his high back leather chair. "So I guess with the holidays approaching, you have been giving some thought to your's and Clarissa's futures. I'm impressed!" he chirped.
"Sorry, sir, have you talked to Clarissa since yesterday?" because I was very confused by his happy demeanor.
"No, I haven't. Not since Sunday have we heard from her. Is everything ok, Nathan? You look tired, and your attire, well, maybe, not as polished as I'm used to?" he said with a questioning tone.
"Sir, I'm really sorry to have to tell you this but I'm going to tell you what happened."
When I finished, he was nearly pale, and not because he was a white man! He leaned back in his chair and looked toward the ceiling. I didn't push the point. He knew I was mad and she had royally fucked up.
"Nathan," Mr. Prentiss said to me, "this is not the first time she has flared up in such a manner. Her mother and I had rather hoped she had outgrown that nonsense but I see that is not the case. What are you going to do now?" he asked.
"I have two choices and what you decide will be her fate," and his eyes widened. "I can call the city police and have them come over and assess the vandalism she did to my things and press charges against her," and I watched as he caught his breath. "Or," I continued, "you can write me a check for $10,000 so I can refurbish my wardrobe and bedding and what not. And, sir, I have respected you tremendously and thought for sure you all were going to be amazing `in-laws' but as you can see, she has..."
"Doomed that notion!" he boomed. He quietly pulled out his checkbook and wrote the check. We exchanged some pleasantries, shook hands, and I left his office quietly. My heart was beating fast. I felt bad doing that to him but given the alternative, a legal case against her would have been much worse and I would have gotten a fraction of the loss from the rental insurance. I walked quickly to my car. I went to work in a ratty blue blazer and held my head up and sold two Caddy's - one sedan and one SUV!
Thanksgiving was a quiet day with my momma down in Abbeville. She put together a nice roasted turkey with some fresh boudin, creole pasta salad, and a broccoli casserole. Since my father had left when I was a baby, it had been my mom and me. She worked at a dress shop and she could sell a dress as well as hem it up. She took care of herself and she was good at taking care of me. After a big lunch and a football game, I headed back to my apartment in the city which was airing out nicely. On the way back to the city, I thought it was time I get a newer place, something nicer. Those crackhead punks that hung out in the parking lot, Mr. Tilley's Boys, as they were called, gave me no comfort even though they dare not raise a finger to me. I gave them no trouble and they gave me none and Mr. Tilley agreed to leave the residents alone.
The day after Thanksgiving, I had scheduled off because I was supposed to be on a coastal retreat with my girlfriend and her parents. I hadn't heard more from Clarissa and I could guess that her relationship with her parents would be strained, to say the least. The word `strained', as I thought it, actually made me laugh. I knew that bitch was in hot water and her father was pissed!
I went shopping since Mr. Prentiss's check had cleared my account. I stopped by the suit store and chose three new suits, a couple of sport coats and some dress pants to go with them. I went over to Macy's and got some dress shirts, ties, jeans, and some khakis. I had some things that were not damaged by her attack which I set aside but would be ready to move the damaged goods out. Then, just as I was about to head home, I passed a very popular thrift store. There weren't many cars so I stopped in. It was my understanding you could almost always find something interesting there, and did I ever. Pay attention, because this is where the story gets interesting.
The blowjob!
I was pecking through shirts and stuff when I noticed a young guy hanging around. I couldn't tell you he was hot or anything because I didn't recognize guys like that but if I had to say anything, I would say he was an attractive young guy with short brown hair that had that cowlick thing on his forehead. He was dressed to kill in Diesel jeans and Gucci tennis shoes. I had to admire that. I smiled and said hey. He picked up something from the rack and said,
"I saw this earlier and when you came in, it seemed like your style," he said in a friendly-enough tone. It was a red and blue striped sweater with short sleeves that was definitely very nice.
"Hell yeah, that works man!" I said, taking a good look at the thing. I dropped it in my basket. "You must have a good eye for this stuff," I said.
"I do have a good eye, I think," he said. "In fact, there is this lightweight jacket which, um, looks like you too," he said with a chuckle. "Damn," I said, "this is hot!" I slipped it on and it fit like a glove.
"What, are you like some personal shopper or what?" I asked. "I might as well just stand back and let you find all the good stuff!" and he laughed with me. He was younger, maybe early twenties, but I liked him. I didn't pick up on any racial hang ups. I liked that he was friendly and confident.
"Naw man, I'm a nurse. I work at the hospital. I'm taking a few days off for mental health! The things I deal with there, well, they wear you down."
"I reckon they do but I like the fact you take your work seriously. I take mine seriously too."
"I can tell. Nobody goes into nursing because it's "fun"," he said using finger quotes. "And I could just look at you and tell you're a clean cut guy, with a good physique and crisp style."
"Hey, hey," I said. "That was a nice compliment. Thank you." He smiled. "See anything else you like?" I asked and at that precise moment I was not aware of the pothole I had just stepped in.
He cleared his throat. "Um, so, actually I do," and he grinned bashfully. I raised my eyebrows waiting for his response.
"So, I'm just gonna say this, and if you don't like it, then so be it," he said. "I like you. You are an amazing man and you can take it for what it is. Just please don't be hateful towards me. You are just really fine," and he bowed his head bashfully. I was a little taken back. I think guys had quietly come onto me before but not this directly. I hated to embarrass him as I guessed many would but he was so, well, he was so easy to like. How could you be mean to him?
"Listen, man, that's flattering and all but I'm not really into all that. I just had a difficult break up..."
"It's ok, really. The guys I like are either taken or aren't in the lifestyle. It's totally ok. I just don't know unless I try. I haven't seen anyone like you around for a while. You are...um, really special," and he was serious. He didn't blink as he focused on me.
"Well, like I said, it's not my thing. I wish you the best of luck. If there was anything else on these racks, I would DEF-inetly appreciate your thoughts because I suck at shopping."
"No worries," he said, and he leaned in close to me, "and when I say I suck, I mean I will leave you paralyzed from the waist down. You might decide to have a..."
"Whoa, man, you can't talk like that to me. I mean, seriously!"
"You're right," he said, and that bashful play was gone. This guy was on a mission and I guess he had me figured out as a guy who wouldn't bash his face in. "I should have said drained and satisfied," and now there came a hotness over him. His confidence became something like sexy. My dick stirred in my jeans. I squinted my eyes.
"Do you know the shit trouble you could cause a guy, luring him into a sordid adventure that would surely get all over town? I can tell you DEF-inetly know what you're doing but this isn't for..."
"One time, man. One little time. We can play the 5 and 15 game."
I paused, not knowing what the fuck he was talking about. "What's that?" I asked.
"If you're not hard in 5 minutes, I'll stop. If you can't cum in 15 minutes, I'll stop. Done."
"Listen, and I don't even know your...name,"
"What does knowing me have to do with anything?" he said. "My name's Jamie," he said and he had inched himself closer to me. He smelled good but I didn't recognize the cologne.
"I tell you the truth, it's been a few days for me, and I swear it's the stupidest thing I ever thought but I can almost consider a little down-low action but I just don't think it will pan out."
"Follow me," he said and he led me into a semi-dark hall. The men's room was at the end.
"Oh hell naw, you aren't about to drag me in there for..."
"Come on, nobody will give us any trouble. I promise," and he continued leading the way. I knew I had lost my mind. Clarissa had made me a mad-man or something. I wasn't sure what was about to happen but we ended our march down the hall into a respectably clean restroom with a stall. He slipped in and pulled me in behind him.
"What the fuck am I doing?" I asked myself and some memories opened in my mind. My friend Avery, known bisexual guy, had told me years ago he would gladly go down on his knees for me. I told him he was crazy as a motherfucker. He told me any number of guys would do that for me and I chased him off. He said a good blowjob was just a jerk-off by mouth. God knows he tried but I just couldn't see it as a good idea. Now...
"You're about to find out," he said and he pulled my zipper down. The graze against my dick caused the dick to jump. My dick lurched out of my jeans and Jamie took it in his hands. After letting out a quiet hiss, the thought popped into my mind that this kid, this "boy" so to speak, had my dick in his hands. I had never had anything like this happen.
"Aw, it's not as big as I thought," he said, continuing to stroke it.
"Well, I'm fucking sorry to disappoint!" I snapped.
"Shut up dude. That's not a bad thing. I can't handle really big dicks. Your's is actually perfect," and without saying anything else, he took it into his mouth! His warm wet mouth made me feel instantly like I had taken a sedative, but this was the craziest fucking shit of my life! A guy was sucking my dick which was fully hard in less than 5 minutes. It was good. And he kept sucking, it got better.
Then, he hummed a bit and the vibrations caused me to shiver and then he proceeded with the blow. He took it in and out and he grabbed my waist and that felt good too. And I soon learned, which no girl ever has shown me, that the art of sucking dick was not going down on it but pulling off of it! Oh, god almighty! His puffy lips looked like they belonged on a cock. If I had seen this in porn I probably would've watched the whole clip and gotten off to it.
Anyway, back to this amazing blowjob. I touched his hair. Oh, I did and I wasn't ashamed of it. I gently rested my hands on his head as he blew the living shit out of me. I was getting close. I could feel it building up. I could tell I was going to cum and that was a first too because rarely had a girl gotten me off from a blow job!
"Oh fuck, this is a hot cock," he whispered to me and just then the door to the restroom opened. Somebody came in and I knew I was ruined...probably going to jail. But it seemed he just needed to pee and he did so as Jamie continued to quietly suck me. The guy, whoever he was, must not have detected us in the stall. He washed his hands and left. And Jamie took me softly into his hands and tugged me as he pulled away from my cock and his pace quickened and my head turned from side to side. I closed my eyes but I didn't like my eyes being closed. Watching this young guy suck my dick was enthralling and that's a word I have rarely used. His lips puffed and his eyes closed and he knew it was coming. He stroked and sucked and a few more times of that and I busted. My legs trembled and my body quaked. It was like Mount Vesuvius blowing in his mouth and I couldn't make a sound! Spurt after spurt shot from me and fuck, I have never felt anything like it.
"God damn!" I hissed as he kept tugging. My clean-cut self had hit the road and I was feeling old-school. "God damn this is a-MAZ-ing!: I croaked. It was blowing my mind that he was swallowing my nut and didn't even flinch! This might have been, no I think it was, the best blowjob I had ever had! Finally, everything stopped and he pulled off me. He wiped his mouth.
"Oh my God, that was amazing, um, man," he said.
"Nathan," I said, not thinking.
"Nathan, you are every bit the man I thought you were and all I can say is thank you. That was really grand," he said with a smile.
"Dude, I mean, Jamie, I don't know what to say. It was good. Really good," I whispered. He handed me a little sheet of paper with his phone number on it.
"Just in case you feel the need," he said. "Thank you," and he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. He left and I zipped up. When I exited the restroom, I found my cart where I left it and there were only a few people browsing in the store. I studied the room to see if I detected any suspicion and there was none. Nobody knew a thing and I was relieved. Jamie was gone. Nowhere to be found.
I climbed into my Jeep and on my way home, to sort out all the clothes I had purchased, it crept into my mind. I had planted one kind of seed in his mouth and he had planted some kind of seed in my brain. I was going to text that number and see what came of it - hoping it would be me cumming again!