Woody
I saw the look on Harley’s face change when I asked him about Sam.
I said, “I’m sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it, I understand. Heather told me that he passed in your accident.”
He sighed, “yes, he did. What else did Heather tell you?”
I said, “she just said that you met in college and were planning on getting married.”
A tear formed at the corner of his eye, “yes, we had been together over 13 years. Sam was the only man I have ever loved, we were supposed to grow old together.” The tear ran down his cheek, he quickly wiped it away.
I said, “I’m so sorry you lost him. I hope you don’t mind, but I looked at the picture you have on your dresser. He is a very attractive man.”
Harley took a deep breath, “he is, but he was even more beautiful on the inside. I know most people don’t have good things to say about lawyers, But Sam was an exception. He practiced family law, handling a lot of child custody cases. He was always more concerned about what was best for the kids, no matter what parent he was representing.”
I could see the pleasant memories in his eyes as he talked about Sam. He continued, “he pissed a lot of his own clients off when he would drop them if he found out that the kids would be better off with the other parent. He would never back down either.”
I said, “he sounds like a good man.”
Harley nodded, then took another deep breath, “so what about you, do you have anyone special in your life?”
I guess turnabout was fair play, I said, “no, no one as special as Sam. To be honest, I can’t say that I have ever loved anyone. Or for that matter, been loved by anyone.”
Harley scoffed, “you surely have some family that loves you?”
I said, “no, I kind of told you about my mom and dad already. I think my mom had a brother and a sister, but I don’t remember ever meeting them.”
He asked, “what about a boyfriend? I assume after what we did this week, that you are gay, or at least bi.”
I felt the heat rush to my face. I guess he was right, me giving him a blow job would be evidence that I was gay. I said, “yes, I’m gay, but I’ve never had a boyfriend, I suppose the closest would have been Moose.”
He chuckled, “Moose?”
I sighed, “yes, Moose, I don’t know his real name. In the neighborhood that I grew up in, most of us went by a street name, his was Moose. He was my first and was actually the reason I left home at 16.”
I explained about us getting caught and what transpired after.
Harley exhaled, “it pisses me off when parents react that way. Shit, you were just a kid, and you needed support.”
I shrugged as I said, “It helped me grow up pretty fast, I survived.”
He nodded, “I guess. What happened to Moose?”
I shrugged, “I don’t know, his mom was much better than mine. I’m sure he stayed with his mom to help her and his little sister out.”
We talked for another hour or so, sharing some more personal things. Harley sure had a softer side than what he portrays when you first meet him. It was clear that he and Sam were truly in love with each other. That was something that I had yet to experience.
I went with Heather and Harley when he went to the doctor to get his casts off. Harley was a little bit happier that he was able to walk with the aid of his walker and would no longer need to use his wheelchair. Over the next week I worked with him on his walking, and he was soon able to get around the house with just a cane. I was beginning to worry that I may soon be without a job again, which would also mean I would be homeless. I tried not to think about that too much, after all, Todd or Heather had yet to say anything about my job ending.
We hadn’t really talked about our last session in the shower, I guess I really didn’t want to. I could tell Harley wanted to bring it up a couple of times, but I always changed the subject. I don’t know, I suppose I just wasn’t ready to think about where all of this might lead.
Harley and I were becoming more comfortable around each other and of course, our little jabs at each other only increased, much to the amusement of Heather and Todd. Their daily visits had become every other day. I had been given permission to drive Harley’s car to go get groceries or anything else we needed.
I did a quick check of the pantry and the fridge and made a list for this week’s trip to the store. I said, “I’m going to pick up a few groceries, is there anything special that you might want?”
Harley paused his podcast, “yeah, let me go along. I need to get out of the house.”
I thought for a minute, “I’m not sure, will you promise not wander off if I let you come along?”
He laughed, “what the hell am I, a 3-year-old? Where am I going to wander off too?”
I chuckled at what I just said, he’s right, where would he go, and I’m sure it was getting pretty boring just sitting around the house. Although one of his coworkers had been by to see him and get his opinion on a case they were working on. I could see how happy he was to feel needed again.
I said, “fine, you can ride along, but you have to bring your walker, you still are a little wabbly on your feet.”
He stood up and found his cane, he said, “no, I will take my cane, but I won’t take that damn walker. I’m not an eighty-year-old.”
I shook my head and sighed, I knew it wasn’t going to do any good to argue with him. I said, “fine, are you ready to go?”
I helped Harley into the car and got into the driver’s seat. He laughed, “can you see over the steering wheel?”
I rolled my eyes, “yes, I can, Thank you very much.” I reached over and pulled his seat belt across him as tight as I could. He let out a groan as the strap came across his chest.
I said, “can’t have you flying through the windshield if I need to stop quickly.”
We continued the bickering for the entire trip to the store. As soon as I parked, Harley got out of the car and started to walk toward the store. I quickly caught him and asked, “where is your cane?”
He said, “how the hell do I know, I can’t see.”
I reached into the car and grabbed the cane and put it in his hand. I put his other hand on my shoulder and said, “keep your hand on me.”
He snickered, “yes mommy.”
A few others in the parking lot also snickered as they watched our exchange. As I took the shopping cart, I made Harley take hold of the handle and told him not to let go so I could lead him around the store. Of course, he had to embarrass me at every opportunity. Running into things and people, I spent the next hour apologizing and explaining that Harley was blind. I could see he was enjoying himself.
As we were making our way through the aisles, I started to notice a man that seemed to be following us. I had never seen him before, but I had only been coming to his store for a few weeks now, so that wouldn’t be odd. He did seem to be watching us very closely though, which caused the hair on my neck to stand up. I also noticed that he wasn’t really shopping, he was pushing a cart and whenever I would look in his direction, he would grab something from the shelf and throw it in his cart. I would say he was about 6’ tall with curly dark hair. His eyes were dark, and he was wearing jeans and a grey button-down shirt. Maybe my imagination was running wild, but I thought he looked like a bad guy from some movie. What would he want with me, or Harley? I didn’t mention anything to Harley, it wouldn’t do any good to get him worked up. I just kept my eye on the guy and finished my shopping as quickly as I could. I watched him as we checked out, he never got in line to check out himself. He just pushed his cart back and forth, like he was looking for something. My suspicions were confirmed when as soon as we headed out the door, the man just abandoned his cart and followed us outside. He never approached us, but I quickly loaded our bags in the car and got Harley buckled in. As I walked around the car, I saw him get in a black SUV and wait for me to pull out. Again, I didn’t tell Harley what was going on. I started the car and backed out and drove out of the parking lot. When I turned the opposite direction of the house, Harley asked, “where are we going?”
I said, “I just wanted to see what other stores are down here, I’ve never been in this neighborhood before.”
He asked, “are you looking for something in particular?”
I said, “no, not really.”
Harley didn’t question me anymore, I had weaved in and out of traffic enough that I didn’t see the SUV following us any longer. I turned and drove back to the house, not sure what to make of the day’s events.
Harley
It was clear that Woody didn’t want to talk about what we did in the shower. After I tried to bring it up for the third time, I decided to drop it, at least for now. Shit, was I starting to fall for this guy? Was I ready for that? Would he even want to be with me? I was 10 years older than he was, would that be a problem?
Woody continued to help me in the shower, but we have not had a repeat session of that night. He remained professional, I decided to respect that, and I didn’t push the issue. Now he was just helping me get in and out of the shower and wasn’t getting in with me. I was able to wash myself, he just waited for me to make sure that I didn’t fall.
I was glad to have the casts taken off my legs, Woody was being very helpful with me getting around on my own. He finally relented to letting me use my cane instead of that damn walker. Todd and Heather were also reducing their visits, so Woody and I were getting closer. After he told me about how he left his home at 16, I felt a little sorry for him, I was even more impressed with how he handled things and grew up on his own. I still wonder how Todd found him and why he hired him. Woody had grown into the job over the last few weeks, but he clearly had no experience in this kind of work. Again, this impressed me about Woody, there are not a lot of other people that could pick up a job like this on the fly. To be honest, his cooking was improving every day, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. It was too much fun to tease him about it.
My mood also improved when Dave, one of my coworkers from the prosecutor’s office, stopped by to get my input on a case he was working on. I guess I needed to feel useful again, maybe I could still work my job. My boss had told me to take as much time as I needed and then talk to him. I was getting a little restless just sitting around the house.
I think Woody sensed that when he allowed me to go to the store with him. It was nice to be out, and I had a lot of fun trying to embarrass him in public. I must admit, it was great to have other people witness my great wit with Woody. Up to this point, only Heather and Todd had seen how funny I really was. When we left the store, I could tell that we were headed in the wrong direction, it felt like something was bothering Woody as he explained why he was taking the long way home. I didn’t want to press the issue, I’m sure he would tell me if there was something seriously wrong.
That night after Woody had finished cleaning the kitchen, he brought me my beer, and tonight I heard him open a second bottle.
I asked, “did you decide to have a beer with me tonight?”
He said, “yeah, I thought I might give it a try. Is that ok?”
I took a drink, “of course, what do think?”
I heard him take a drink, he said, “it’s not bad, I wasn’t sure what to expect.”
I said, “not everyone likes beer, it’s ok if you don’t like the taste.”
He said, “no, actually, I do like it.”
I smiled, “it helps me relax, and it is nice to have someone join me for change.”
He said, “I’m sure one will be enough for me, but I am glad to keep you company.”
I smiled to myself, it was nice having someone to enjoy an evening beer with. That was one of the things that Sam and I used to do. Having just one beer was always enough to relax us for the night.
Once I finished my beer, I said, “I guess I’m ready for my shower, would you help me?
He said, “sure, your cane is to the right of your chair.”
I stood and found my cane and walked toward my bedroom, Woody was following right behind me. I leaned my cane against the wall and pulled my shirt off. As had become our usual routine, I put my hand on Woody’s shoulder to steady myself as I took my pants off. I dropped my underwear and lifted my right foot to step out of them. As I went to lift my left foot, I stumbled, Woody immediately wrapped his arms around me to prevent me from falling. I instinctively wrapped my arms around him.
He asked, “are you alright?”
I nodded, “yeah, I’m fine.” Neither of us had released our hold on each other. I felt his warm breath on my bare chest. All self-control left my body as I brought my hands up and found his head. I asked, “can I kiss you?”
I felt Woody let out a deep breath, “yes.”
I leaned down until our lips met, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body as our tongues began to duel. I ran my hands down his side, then pulled his shirt up over his head. I let my hands explore his smooth hairless skin, my cock had swelled as soon as our lips touched. I finally broke our kiss, I said, “will you please join me in the shower.”
I heard him drop his shorts to the floor. He said, “take my hand.”
I followed him into the bathroom and heard the water turn on. He guided me into the shower and we were soon kissing again. I ran my hands down his back and found his ass. God, it was perfect, it was the first time I felt it without any underwear. I cupped one cheek as I moved the other around to find his rock-hard manhood. Again, I had only felt it covered by his underwear, shit, it was bigger than I had imagined. I had to taste it. I reluctantly let go of his ass and found the grab bar. I held on to the bar as I slowly went to my knees. I kept stroking his cock as I moved in for that taste. I wrapped my lips around his love stick, moved my hands to his hips as Woody steadied himself by putting his hands on my shoulders. Woody let out a deep moan as his precum lubed my throat enough to let him slide in until my nose was in his pubes. Jesus, he was delicious, I couldn’t get enough of that slab of man meet. I was disappointed when he pushed me off his cock, he said, “you were going to make me cum, let me return the favor first.” He helped me stand and find the grab bar again, I held on tight as pleasure overtook my body and I began to fuck his face. Just before he had me past the point of no return, I pulled Woody back up for another kiss. I said, “let’s wash up and take this to the bed, that way I don’t have to worry about falling.” He chuckled and agreed, he quickly ran the washcloth over my body, and he let me do the same to him.
He grabbed our towels and led me to the bed, we immediately got into a sixty-nine position. I could suck this cock forever, and he was pushing all my buttons too. The more I ran my hands all over his body, plus the description Heather had given me, I was getting a clearer picture of what Woody looked like. When she told me that he was black, I now added that smooth, sexy, ebony skin to that picture. I could see that sweet smile of bright white teeth bracketed by the cutest dimples. I was starting to have feelings that I hadn’t had since I met Sam.
Woody fondled my nuts, something that I always loved, then ran a finger along my ass crack. I raised a leg to encourage further exploration, he didn’t disappoint. I felt a finger rake across my pucker and linger there until he began to apply pressure. I moaned around his cock as he slowly pushed in. It had been over two months since anyone had touched me there, I hadn’t realized how much I missed it. Thankfully, Woody took my moan as consent and soon added a second finger. I tightened the grip that I had on his fleshy ass cheeks as he continued to explore my most intimate tunnel. I was intoxicated on the taste of Woody’s precum, but I needed something more. I reluctantly spit his cock and panted, “will you fuck me?”
He released my cock and asked, “are you sure?” I caught my breath, “hell yes, please fuck me.” I rolled onto my back as Woody began to reposition himself. He spread my legs and pushed them into the air. I grabbed my ankles to keep my hole fully exposed, ready for whatever Woody had to offer. Shivers ran up my spine when I felt his warm breath on my waiting rose bud. He flicked his tongue up and down my hole, adding to the pleasure coursing through my body. Woody then sealed his lips on my pucker and began to push his tongue inside me. Jesus, this kid had a talented tongue, I was putty in his hands. He continued to work his magic with his tongue as he grabbed my leaking cock, giving it gentle strokes. Just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, Woody came up and gave me a passionate kiss, leaving my wet hole winking at the sudden rush of cool air. I felt his cock rubbing mine, mingling the precum that we were both spewing out by the gallon. Woody moved his hand to his cock, and I felt the head rubbing across my hole, as we continued to make out. Our lips remained locked together as he slowly breached my opening. I clenched his ass cheeks tighter until I felt him hit my sweet spot. Woody broke our kiss as he asked, “are you ok?” I just nodded as I imagined I was looking into those beautiful brown eyes.
Woody came back in for another session of tonsil hockey as he began to pump in and out of my love tunnel. I still had a death grip on his ass, pulling him in as deep as I could, God he was hitting all the right spots. My cock was trapped between our stomachs and the friction had my nerves dancing, I knew I was getting close. I felt my seed working its way to the surface, I let out a final grunt and exploded. I covered our abs with my white-hot cream. The contractions in my ass sent Woody over the edge and I felt him fill me with his love juices. We kept kissing as we caught our breath, and his deflating cock slipped from my satisfied hole.
Woody rolled to my side, his arm across my chest and his face nuzzled against my neck. I had my arm around his shoulder, pulling him close to me. I always loved to lay like this with Sam after we had made love. I let out a deep breath and asked, “are you good?”
I felt him nod his head as he said, “yeah, how about you?”
I smiled, “I’m great, that was amazing.”
He sighed, “yeah, it was, but…”
I asked, “but what?”
He paused, “was it appropriate?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He said, “you’re my boss, what does this mean?”
I chuckled, “I guess technically, you do work for me, but we didn’t do anything that I didn’t want to do.”
He asked, “but what are we going to tell Todd and Heather?”
I said, “we don’t have to tell them anything. We are both adults and can do whatever we want. Let’s just enjoy the moment and we can worry about what it means later.”
He snuggled in closer to me and said, “I guess so. I did enjoy it.”
I pulled him closer and asked, “will stay here and sleep with me tonight?”
I felt him lift his head, and say, “if you want me to.”
I smiled, “I do.”
To be Continued…
