Woody
So, I admit, I screwed up breakfast this morning. I was a bit relieved when Harley wasn’t really upset and thought it was funny and was glad to have ammunition to bust my balls. Todd and Heather both laughed too, so I guess I wasn’t going to be fired just yet. Todd told me that he would have Heather give me a few pointers and take me shopping today to find some things that were easy to cook. He said, “I knew you weren’t a chef when we hired you, we’ll help you get the cooking thing figured out.”
Once Tood left for work, I got Harley set up with his podcasts and started my morning chores. Making the beds, doing some laundry and tidying up. As I was completing my tasks, I was overhearing parts of the podcast, Harley was listening to. I was a little curious about what it was like to be a lawyer. I used that as an opportunity to ask him about his job, if I was going to stay here, I should probably get to know him a little bit better. His face lit up as he talked about his job, especially when he talked about the case, he was the lead prosecutor on. As he talked, I just stared at him, damn, he was gorgeous. I wanted to ask him about Sam, but I knew that was something he should bring up first. I hadn’t told Todd or Heather that I was gay, so I was sure he didn’t know. I did notice that he let his hands wander across my body whenever I helped him stand. I suppose he was just trying to get a better idea if what I looked like. I began to feel a little guilty when I started to fanaticize helping him take a shower again tonight. At least I hope he will want another shower.
I was shaken from my daydream when he laughed as he asked what I wanted to be, besides being taller. I was saved from any further chats about my height when Heather arrived. We made Harley a glass of iced tea, Heather told me that after he had his morning coffee, he liked to drink tea for the rest of the day, then a beer before bed.
She said, “Harley is ok with sandwiches for lunch, so we will get some ham, turkey and roast beef today when we go to the store.”
I nodded, “sounds good, what does he like for breakfast, beside burned eggs?”
She smiled, “I’ll give you some pointers on making eggs, both fried and scrambled, we’ll also get a box of pancake mix today, those are fairly easy to make.”
After we ate our lunch and went grocery shopping, I was feeling much better about my new job. I was still not sure why I was hired in the first place. What were the other applicants like if I beat them all out? Todd and Heather were being so great about trying to help me out and being so patient so far. Was Harley really that bad that they couldn’t get anyone else to take the job?
I was still curious about Sam, so, as we were driving back from the store, I asked, “how long were Sam and Harley together?"
She said, “they met in college and went through law school together, so I guess it was at least 12 years. I think they were together for a while before Harley actually came out to me and our parents.”
She paused for a few minutes, “does it bother you that Harley is gay?”
I shook my head, “oh no, not at all.” I felt the heat rush to my face, I said, “I have some gay friends already.” I was glad we weren’t facing each other, I was afraid she might be able to read my face. I don’t think I am ready to tell her or Todd that I too, am gay.
As we finished our drive home, she filled me in on her and Harley’s parents. She and Harley were really all that each other had since they had passed away. She also told me that she and Todd had two kids, Blake, age 8 and Brianna, age 6.
She asked, “what about you, do you have any family?”
I sighed, “no, I left home when I was sixteen, I never knew my dad and I haven’t seen my mom since I left home. I didn’t have any brothers or sisters.”
Fortunately, before she could ask too many more questions, we arrived home. I carried the groceries in and put them away. Heather gave me a quick lesson on how to cook pasta, I was going to try my hand at making spaghetti for dinner. An hour later, she needed to go pick the kids up from school, Harley and I were again left alone. I made him a fresh glass of Iced tea while I finished folding a load of laundry. I took the clothes to Harley’s room to put them away.
As I was putting his shirts in the drawer, I noticed the picture sitting on the dresser. It was of Harley and another man. I assumed it was Sam who Harley had his arm around in the picture. I picked it up to get a closer look. I saw “Maui 2021” imprinted in bottom corner. I guess it was from a vacation that they had taken a few years ago. They looked so happy, and Sam was just as good looking as Harley is. Hell, they look like they belonged on a gay Hallmark movie poster, they were perfect. I had never really ever thought about being in a relationship like that. I had been with a few guys after Moose, but they were more like hook ups, I don’t think I have ever been on a real date. I don’t think I have ever met someone that I would want to be in that type of relationship with.
As I walked back out into the family room, Harley said, “I could use another glass of tea, if you don’t mind.”
I said, “sure, no problem.” I grabbed his glass and headed to the kitchen. I refilled the glass and remembered that Heather and I had picked up a package of cookies today at the store. I opened the package and put a few cookies on a plate. I returned to Harley and sat the glass in its normal spot and the plate next to it.
I said, “there is a plate with some cookies at 3 o’clock, I thought you might want a snack.”
Harley asked, “Oreos?”
I chuckled, “yep, Heather said they were your favorite.”
He shrugged, “they’re ok.”
I shook my head, God, this guy was not going to let anyone see through that tough exterior. Why was it bad to let someone else know that you liked Oreos? It’s ok to have a little treat and to be grateful.
I said, “I’m going to go start dinner, if you need anything else, just let me know.”
He just restarted his podcast as I left the room. I started boiling water for the pasta and got the sauce ready. Heather told me that premade sauce was fine, as long as I added some meatballs, which we had also picked up at the store. I also prepped some garlic bread while the water came up to temperature. I followed Heather’s directions and put the pasta into the boiling water, and I didn’t move from in front of the stove. I didn’t want a repeat of breakfast. I must have gotten lucky, the pasta was done just as the sauce was ready. Heather’s quick cooking lesson must have stuck with me. I pulled them off the stove and put the bread in the oven. I drained the pasta and added the sauce, mixing it well. The bread was done as I filled our plates. I set them on the table and went to help Harley into the kitchen.
As I sat him in his chair, he asked, “so, what are you trying to kill me with tonight?”
I said, “it’s supposed to be spaghetti, I added a few dust balls from when I swept the floor today, I hope you will think they are meatballs. There is a piece of garlic toast at 10 o’clock.”
He chuckled as he took his first bite, I waited to see his reaction. He dropped his fork and grabbed his throat, making a choking sound.
I sighed, “oh, I forgot to tell you, I used Tabasco to make the sauce.”
He laughed as he reached to find his fork, “at least it isn’t charred.”
I shook my head, that was probably as close as I was going to get to a compliment. I was actually proud of myself, the spaghetti wasn’t too bad. Harley must have agreed, he asked for a second helping.
After we finished eating, I helped Harley stand, he took his walker and made his way to the family room mostly by himself. He was getting better at walking with no help, I just needed to guide him around the furniture.
I returned to the kitchen to clean up and load the dishwasher. Before I started it, I took a beer to Harley, bringing his tea glass back with me so I could add it to the dishwasher.
After he finished his beer, Harley said, “I guess I’m ready for a shower.”
My heart began to beat out of my chest as I was soon on my knees in front of my naked Greek God, his cock inches from my face as I wrapped his cast in their protective covers. Again, I think I felt Harley’s hands linger on my shoulders and chest as I helped him steady himself. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. I quickly stripped to my underwear, and we stepped into the shower. Just as he did the last time, Harley had one hand on my shoulder and one gripping the grab bar on the wall.
This was quickly becoming my favorite part of the job. I let my eyes wander up and down Harley’s body, taking in every magnificent inch. I soaped up the washcloth and began to work my way across his chest and down his stomach. Tonight, I didn’t stop when I reached Harley’s abs, I wrapped the washcloth around his glorious manhood and cleaned those perfect nuts. He let out a slight gasp as his pole instantly swelled to its full glory. He didn’t tell me to stop, so I continued to scrub him clean. I reached around and found his ass crack, giving it a thorough washing too. Harley’s hard cock was trapped between his abs and my chest. He slowly began to hump me as I worked that ass over.
I paused, oh shit, what the hell was I doing? I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but Harley wasn’t telling me to stop either.
Harley
Woody somewhat redeemed himself with dinner, of course I couldn’t let him know that. I was tickled when he didn’t react when I made my little choking joke. To be honest, I was starting to enjoy our little back and forth. Maybe having this skinny little runt in my house wasn’t going to be so bad after all. I still wish I knew what he looked like, I continued to run my hands around his body whenever he helped me stand, trying to get a better picture. I hoped I wasn’t being too obvious. I should probably not push my luck too much further.
After I finished my beer, I told Woody I was ready for my shower. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard him take off his clothes before he helped me into the shower. I guess that did make sense, he was going to get just as wet as I was. I knew he had at least taken off his shirt when I put my hand on his shoulder. I felt the washcloth cleaning my chest and stomach. I let out a slight whimper when Woody started to wash my cock and nuts. Shit, it had been over two months since another man had touched me in that way. I took a deep breath as I felt my cock harden, it didn’t seem to deter Woody. He wrapped his arms around me, trapping my cock between us. He washed my ass, again sending chills up and down my spine.
I was a little concerned when Woody stopped and stepped back slightly.
He said, “fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
I swallowed hard, my mind was racing. I said, “I don’t mind.”
He stuttered, “um, but…”
I moved my hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck. I lowered my head until my lips found his. I pushed my tongue into his mouth as Woody let out a moan, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He wrapped his arms around me as I rubbed my cock on his chest. I leaned back against the wall of the shower so I could let go of the grab bar. I held on to Woody by the back of his neck with one hand and moved the other to find his ass. I felt the wet underwear clinging to his cheeks as I cupped him in my hand. Damn, it felt like he had a perfect ass, I wish I was steadier on my feet, so I could grab that ass with both hands.
Woody broke our kiss, he panted, “we shouldn’t be doing…”
I stopped him, “do you want me to stop?”
He whimpered, “God no, but…”
I pressed my lips back to his, just to get him to shut up. Woody took my hand off his ass, putting it back on the grab bar. He broke our kiss then I felt him kissing his way down my chest. I sighed as he gave each of my nipples a little nibble. He continued working his way down my stomach, I gasped when I felt his tongue lick the head of my throbbing cock. When I felt my cock slide down his throat, I had to tighten my grip on the grab bar to keep from falling over. Damn, I wish I could see Woody bobbing up and down on my shaft. Sam always gave incredible blow jobs, but Woody knew his way around a cock too. Sam and I were each other’s first and only sexual partners, now I think we should have played with others. Maybe we didn’t know what we were missing out on.
As Woody continued to orally service my member, he began to fondle my nuts. Sam knew how much I liked my balls played with, I guess Woody now knew how to push my buttons too. I felt his finger brush across my taint, then continue until he was rubbing along the crack of my ass. I squatted slightly, exposing my pucker. Woody took the hint as his finger probed, causing my rosebud to bloom. I sighed as he pushed in, I felt my nuts tighten. I was past the point of no return, I panted, “oh God” as my cock erupted, sending my seed flying into Woody’s welcoming mouth. I felt his lips tighten on my pole, he wasn’t spilling a drop. Once my spasms finally stopped, I heard the pop of Woody’s lips as he pulled off my cock. Woody stood and guided my head down so we could share another kiss. I tasted the remnants of my load as he pushed his tongue in my mouth. I felt his underwear covered cock rubbing along my leg as we kissed. I ran my hand along his hardness, shit, the little bastard was hung.
Woody broke our kiss and cleared his throat, “I’ll get you a towel.”
My head started to clear in my post-nut state, I stammered, “I um guess…”
I felt the towel rubbing my body, he said, “let’s just get you to bed, it’s been a long day.”
I sighed as he helped me pull on my underwear. I felt guilty for not helping Woody get off. From the brief feel I got, he did have a nice cock. I would have gladly returned the favor.
Woody said, “good night, Harley.” I heard him leave my room. It was obvious that Woody didn’t want to talk about what had just happened. Maybe he was right, we might have just crossed a line. I took a deep breath as I tried to get to sleep. I should have never kissed Woody, but I didn’t ask him to suck my dick, he did that all on his own. Of course, I didn’t stop him either. I really hope we can talk about this. I rolled over, shit, was I starting to develop feelings for Woody?
The next morning, Woody helped me dress, he still didn’t seem ready to talk about what had happened. As we sat down to eat breakfast, I tried to bring it up again.
He stopped me, he said, “I’m sorry, I should have never let things go that far, you’re my boss.”
I said, “I could have stopped you, from what I could tell, neither one of us was doing anything that we didn’t want to do.”
Woody sighed, “you’re right, I have wanted to do that since the first time I saw you naked. But it’s just not right, I feel like I took advantage of you.”
I asked, “why, because I’m blind? Because I can’t stand up without your help?”
He said, "well… yeah.”
I sighed, “I told you, I didn’t do anything that I didn’t want to do. I am not completely helpless.”
Woody didn’t respond, I guess I should drop the subject. I tried to lighten the heavy mood, I took a bite of the pancakes that he made for breakfast. I said, “wow, these taste just like the pancakes I used to get at the cafeteria at college.”
He sounded a little excited as he said, “really?”
I nodded, “yep, they sucked too.”
I think I heard a little chuckle, he said, “it must be the sawdust that I added.”
I could still tell that Woody was a bit bothered by the previous night’s events. I decided to give him a little more time.
I sat down with my podcasts as I heard Woody go about his tasks around the house. He replaced my coffee cup with a glass of iced tea, as had become our routine. He was in the bedroom, making the bed when I heard someone at the door.
Heather hollered as she came down the hall, “hey guys, just stopped in to see how you’re doing.”
I paused my laptop and said, “hey sis.”
She asked, “where’s Woody?”
I pointed over my shoulder, “I think he’s making the bed.”
She asked, “how was breakfast this morning?”
I shrugged, “don’t tell Woody, but it wasn’t bad.”
Heather chuckled, “so I see you are still enjoying this little game that you two are playing.”
I nodded, “yeah, I guess, he’s not too bad to have around.”
She said, “I’m glad you are giving him a chance, he does seem like a nice guy.”
I thought for a few minutes, I asked, “what does he look like?”
Heather asked, “what does who look like?”
I said, “Woody, what does Woody look like?”
Heather paused, “well, he has dark black hair that is cut short, and nice brown eyes. He has a nice smile and two cute dimples. I guess I think he is attractive.”
I felt myself smile, Heather described Woody just as I had pictured him in my mind. I asked, “how tall he?”
She chuckled, “what does that matter, Harley. You already know he’s short.”
I shrugged, “I just need to know.”
She sighed, “I guess he’s 5’ or 5’1”. He’s still a nice guy.”
I laughed, “I was giving him too much credit, I was guessing about 5’3”.”
Heather said, “ok, so now you know, just don’t tease him too much.”
I shrugged, “fine, I’ll try to be nice.”
She said, “there is one thing that I left out when I described Woody.”
I asked, “and what’s that?”
Heather paused, “he’s black.”
I didn’t respond right away, Heather asked, “is that a problem?”
I shook my head, “of course not, that just wasn’t something I even considered.”
She asked, “why all the questions, what’s going on Harley?”
I took a deep breath, “nothing, I was just curious, that’s all.”
I heard Woody walk into the room, he said, “hi Heather.”
She said, “hey Woody, I just stopped by to remind you both that Harley has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning. I think he might get the casts off his legs. I’ll be here at 9 to pick him up.”
Woody said, “that’s great, then you can get rid of the wheelchair Harley.”
I shrugged, “yeah, I guess.”
Heather talked with us for a while and left. Woody went to the kitchen to get lunch ready. As we sat down to eat, now that I kind of knew what Woody looked like, I decided to get to know a little more about him.
I asked, “so is Woody short for Woodrow?”
He said, “no, it’s short for my last name, Woodson.”
I asked, “so what is you first name?”
He sighed and half mumbled, “Cyrus.”
I chuckled, “Cyrus?”
He said, “yes, Cyrus. Go ahead and get all the jokes out of the way. By the way, Harlan isn’t exactly the coolest name either.”
I couldn’t disagree with him, that was why I preferred Harley. We now had something else to bond over.
I was a little surprised when Woody got a little more personal with his next question.
He asked, “will you tell me about Sam?”
To be Continued…
