Woody
My mind was racing when Harley asked me in for that kiss when I was helping him get ready for his shower. I don’t know what it is, but it feels like he has a spell on me, whenever he looks at me like that, I lose all my ability to say no and just give in. Since he had gotten his casts off, I had to settle for watching him shower. It was taking all my will power not to get in the shower with him, just to touch that sexy body. I knew I had to control my urges, he was my boss. Not to mention the fact that I had no idea if he even thought of me in that way. Harley took me by surprise when he asked me to join in the shower and I lost all self-control when he went to his knees to give me the best blow job I have ever had. There was no way I was going to refuse when he suggested we take things to the bedroom. I nearly shot my wad when he asked me to fuck him. Again, there was no way I was going to pass on that opportunity. Harley continued to surprise me when he asked me to spend the night in his bed. I must admit, sleeping in his arms gave me the best night of sleep that I have ever had.
Harley gave me a kiss when we woke up the next morning. He asked, “how did you sleep?”
I smiled, “very well, thank you. What about you?”
He said, “the same.”
I said, “I’ll go start breakfast, you can stay in bed if you like. I can come back and help you when I have everything ready.”
He nodded, “sounds good.” I gave him another kiss, then went to my room to get dressed.
I decided to try fried eggs again, Heather had given me some helpful tips. I shredded some potatoes for hashbrowns and started some bacon. The coffee had just finished brewing, and I poured two cups. I was startled when Harley walked in, fully dressed.
I said, “wow, look at you. I was just going to come help you get dressed.”
He grinned, “I think I have your little system figured out, it’s the gray and blue stripped shirt and black shorts, right?”
I smiled, “yes, it is. You look great.”
Right after I moved in, Heather and I were at the store. Heather was picking up some hair bands for her daughter. I noticed a large bag of hair clips designed for little girls. I suggested that we could clip them to Harley’s clothes so that he could tell what shirt he was picking out. The clips were different shapes and sizes, I would just need to make sure I put the same clip on his clothes each time that I washed them. I made a chart and hung it next to the dryer and over the next few weeks I would show Harley which clothes had which clip on them. This, combined with me making sure Harley’s toothpaste and toothbrush, his deodorant and such things were always in the same spot, he was quickly becoming self-sufficient.
I could see the pride in his face as he made his way to his chair at the table. I sat his coffee in front of him. He grinned, “at 1 o’clock?”
I smile again, “yes, it is.” He slid his hand across the table, grabbed his cup and took a drink. I couldn’t help but stand there and stare at him. Harley looked so much more confident than he did the first day I met him. I was so proud of him, he certainly had come a long way in these few short weeks. I was also proud of myself as I turned back to the stove and dished up the eggs, they were cooked just right if I do say so myself. I told Harley where his food was on his plate as I sat down to eat.
He laughed, “it’s very brave of you to try eggs again, at least I didn’t smell the bacon burning.”
I sighed, “just shut up and eat your breakfast.”
As we ate, I continued to stare at Harley. Was I really starting to have feelings for him? God, I have never felt this way about anyone else before. Is this what it feels like to care about someone?
I was shaken out of my thoughts when Harley asked, “so, are you ok with what happened last night?”
I sighed, “yeah, I think so. I’m just trying to figure out what it all means.”
He said, “we have all the time we need to figure out what it means. Why don’t we just enjoy the moment. Do you regret it?”
I quickly said, “no, not at all. I just…”
He asked, “you just what, you can ask me anything.”
I sighed, “I was worried that it might be too soon for you.”
Harley paused a moment, “too soon for what?”
I said, “I know you just lost Sam, I don’t want you to rush into anything.”
I could see the sadness take over his face. He said, “I love Sam, I always will. There is nothing I or anyone can do to change what happened. Sam would want me to move on. Believe me, I thought long and hard about this before I asked to kiss you. I know Sam would be ok with this.”
I did feel better about how things were going after our talk. Harley was right, I should stop overthinking this and just enjoy the ride. I still had no idea where it was headed, but I should hang on, and let whatever was going to happen, happen.
Over the next couple of weeks, Harley and I continued to get to know each other better. While I wasn’t spending every night in his bed, it was happening more frequently than not. Neither of us were ready to share the details of our relationship with Heather or Todd. So, whenever they were at the house, we traded jabs at each other, just as we always had.
During one of those visits, Harley gave me one of his famous short jokes. Without even thinking, I came back with, “you didn’t think I was short last night.”
We both froze as Heather and Todd looked at me in confusion, I quickly said, “he teased me last night about my height and I rearranged the furniture. I thought his stubbed tow would keep him from making any more short jokes.”
They both sort of half smiled, I’m not sure how convincing I was. Fortunately, Todd changed the subject. After they left, Harley asked, “do you think they bought that?”
I sighed, “I’m not sure.”
He laughed, “you know, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if they knew what we were up to.”
I said, “yeah, I guess not.”
Harley walked to the sound of my voice, he gave me a kiss. That was all the invitation I needed, I took his hand and we were soon in his bed.
Harley was in an even better mood, as he had sort of returned to work in a consultation role. He was having a daily conference call with his office. He would always wear his ear buds during the calls, but he did tell me that his colleagues would brief him on their current cases. He would then offer his suggestions and give input on how to proceed. I know it made him feel needed and gave him a sense of purpose. I would busy myself with chores around the house while he worked.
After he had finished one of his calls one afternoon, I was getting ready to start cooking our evening meal.
I asked, “what would you like for dinner tonight?"
He chuckled, "how about your spaghetti and garlic bread. That is one of your less objectionable meals.”
I laughed, “give me a break, I haven’t heard you complaining about any of my other meals and there sure haven't been any leftovers lately.”
He said, “fine, but I do like your spaghetti.”
I looked in the pantry, “I’ll need to go get some bread, I forgot to put it on my list last time.”
He said, “you know where the keys are.”
I said, “I think I’ll just walk down to the store in the strip mall, it’s only about five blocks. I should be back in about 15 minutes.”
He said, “fine.” He put his ear buds back in and started listening to one of his podcasts. It was a beautiful day, and I did need the fresh air. I smiled and said hello to anyone that I met as I walked down the sidewalk. It wasn’t until I passed the third person, and got a less than pleasant response, that I realized that I was out of my element. This upper-class neighborhood wasn’t used to seeing a young black man walking on their streets, unless he was up to no good. I guess I wasn’t trying to blend in either, wearing my basketball shorts, Raider’s T-shirt and a pair of old sneakers. Maybe I should buy some different clothes, now that I have a little money. A nice polo shirt and shorts would at least make me look like I belonged here. I guess I will talk to Harley about it tonight when we eat dinner. I quickened my pace and got to the store. I found the bread and was soon making my way through the checkout line. That was when I noticed the same man that seemed to be following me and Harley around the grocery store a few days ago. Again, he was lingering behind the line, not really shopping for anything, just watching me. I looked over my shoulder as I walked out the door, he was also walking toward the exit.
I saw a video game store next to the store that I had just left, I ducked inside. I watched as he walked by, he then stopped and leaned against a light pole. He looked for me through the window as he lit a cigarette and waited.
Harley
I was starting to feel a little better about my life. I had finally gotten all the casts off and was able to get around on my own. Of course, not having my sight was something I was still adjusting to. Woody and Heather had been really helping me. Woody made sure all the things that I used daily were always in the same spot. My toothpaste, deodorant and such, I even know that my beer is always on the bottom shelf of the fridge, to the right. Now that Woody had figured out a system for me to distinguish my clothes, I finally decided that I may be able to live a mostly normal life. Woody was also very good about not leaving things out, once tripping over the vacuum cleaner taught us that.
My mood got another boost when my coworker, Dave, started to come by to get my opinion on a couple of cases. The next week, I was included in daily conference calls to get my input. It was very nice to feel needed again, even if the office was just humoring me. I felt like I would be ready to go back to work full time in the next month or so. I would talk to Todd and Heather about it, then talk to my boss. It was at least giving me something to look forward to.
Woody and I were also getting along very well. We still traded jabs at each other, but I think that was just a part of our relationship. Our relationship? What was that? I’m not sure that we were a couple, but we were certainly more than a caretaker and a patient. To be honest, I was having feelings for another man for the first time since I met Sam. Woody hadn’t told me he was having the same feelings, I guess we should have a talk about this. I will be patient until Woody wants to talk about it. Having him spend nights in my bed sure did feel right, but I didn’t want to put any pressure on him. We did talk about whether we should tell Heather and Todd but decided to wait for a bit longer. I’m not sure why, we were both adults, and we weren’t doing anything wrong. Again, I would wait until Woody was ready.
I think Woody was also worried about how much longer I would need his help. Heather and I had never really talked about if Woody would be permanent, but we never talked about it being temporary either. I would probably always need help with cooking my meals and cleaning around the house. Of course, that could be accomplished by him coming in for a few hours every day. I guess that was another discussion we would need to have in the near future.
Our secret almost got out when Woody teased me about him not being too short last night. I couldn’t see the look on Todd and Heather’s faces, but I am sure they may have suspected something. I was also sure that the look on my and Woody’s face gave them another clue. Thankfully, they didn’t say anything.
I laughed after they left, “do you think they bought that?”
Woody chuckled, “I don’t think so.”
I said, “so what would be so bad about them knowing about us?”
He asked, “so what about us? What is going on between us?”
I asked, “what do you mean?”
He sighed, “I have never had anything like this, I mean, I had dates and hook ups before, but this seems different.”
I said, “I’m not sure what we have either, I admit, I have come to like having you around. I can’t explain it, but I feel safe, more confident with you here.”
He paused, “but you are also becoming less dependent on me, I don’t have to help you dress or get your beer every night anymore. Do you really need me around here?”
I said, “I still can’t cook for myself, and I need someone to keep the house clean.”
Woody took a deep breath, “anyone could come in and do that for you, you don’t need someone living here fulltime.”
I stood and walked toward until I was right in front of him, I said, “as of right now, I still need you. I want you here, can we just see where things go?”
I wrapped my arms around Woody and pulled him in close. He put his arms around me too as I leaned down to find his lips. After a brief make-out session, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Woody slowly pulled my shirt over my head, I had to bend down for him to be successful. I smiled as he ran his hands over my bare chest, taking his time to gently pull at the hair and tweak my erect nipples. His hands lingered over my abs, his fingers tracing each ridge, sending chills down my spine. I reached down to remove his shirt, with his arms still in the air, I ran my fingers along his arm pits, then down his sides. I continued to explore his chest just as he had done to me. Other than the hair under his arms, Woody was completely hairless. I ran my hands all over his smooth chest and stomach. His skin was so soft, but the hard muscles under that skin stretched it tight over his small frame. I pulled him in for another kiss, Woody’s smooth chest tight against my fur covered stomach. I love the feel of the skin-to-skin contact. Woody broke our kiss and unbuttoned my shorts, letting them fall to the floor. I felt him go to his knees in front of me as he hooked his fingers on the waistband of my boxer briefs. I let out a deep breath as the cool air rushed over my already hard cock and my underwear joined my shorts on the floor. Woody helped me step out of them and his hands began to explore my legs and reach around to caress my ass. His hand found its way back around and Woody was giving my aching manhood a gentle stroke. In my mind, I looked down at Woody’s sexy brown eyes as he stoked my leaking pole, his grin wide as he looked back up at me. I gasped as I felt a tongue lick the drop of precum that was leaking from my piss slit. I heard Woody say, “yum” just before my cock was swallowed whole. I had to brace myself on his shoulders as my knees suddenly buckled. I regained my footing as Woody continued to orally service my grateful member. It didn’t take long, and I was getting close to spilling my seed. I pulled Woody to his feet, I wanted this last much longer.
We shared another kiss as I found the waistband of his shorts, thankful that he always wore basketball shorts, and I didn’t have to fumble with buttons and zippers. Once his shorts and underwear were on the floor, I kissed my way down that smooth chest as I gave his cock a couple of tugs. He sighed as I went to my knees and guided his love stick into my mouth, my hands gripped his plump ass. The initial introduction of his precum into my mouth caused my taste buds to dance, God he was delicious. I went to work on his cock, trying to give him as much pleasure as he had just given me. From his moans, I assume I was being successful. I continued to knead his ass as I sucked with all my might, Woody’s moans only increased. Woody pulled me to my feet, and we again shared a kiss before he led me to the bed.
We fell onto the bed and immediately got into a sixty-nine position, our moans now coming in perfect harmony. I had Woody’s ass in my hands again, I couldn’t get enough of that ass. I let my finger wander to his crack, then pushed on further until I found his warm, moist pucker. His moan sent a vibration over my cock as he tightened his lip’s grip. He raised his leg slightly, giving me more access to his hole. I circled his pucker with my finger and finally started to push in, first one finger, then two. I rolled on to my back as Woody repositioned himself above me, I gave his nuts a few licks, then again grabbed his ass and pushed his cheeks apart. My tongue found his hole, as good as his cock tasted, his ass was ten times better. Woody released my cock and sat up as he panted, “oh God yes, just like that.” I pushed my tongue in as far as I could, leaving my slobber and spit in and around that tasty pucker.
Woody pulled up and said, “holy shit, I can’t take it any longer.” I was a bit confused until I felt him grab my cock as he sat across my stomach. He guided my love sword into his sheath, we both exhaled as I bottomed out, my nuts tight against Woody’s ass. I put my hands on Woody’s hips, and he put his on my chest as he started to bounce up and down. I felt Woody’s cock slap my stomach with every thrust, his precum splattering all over my abs. I visioned us looking deep into each other’s eyes as I pumped into his hole. I could clearly see the lust in his eyes as he bounced on my pole, at least in my mind’s eye. After a few more thrusts, Woody was coaxing my seed to the surface. I panted, “I’m close.” Woody leaned down for kiss and said, “bread me.” How could I refuse such a heartfelt request. I let my baby makers fly, filling his love tunnel to the brim. Woody followed suit and I felt him twitch and my stomach and chest were soon covered in his warm seed. I think one squirt even landed on my chin. Woody confirmed my suspicion when he licked my chin and gave me a cum flavored kiss. My deflating cock slipped from his cum-filled hole as Woody laid on top of me, smearing his cum all over our stomachs.
Woody sighed, “wow, that was incredible.”
I chuckled, “yeah, it was. I feel like I’m covered in cum, will you help me take a shower?”
He laughed, “of course.”
We took a quick shower and Woody suggested we sleep in his bed tonight, he would wash my sheets in the morning, I didn’t argue.
The next day, I was still trying to figure out where things would go with Woody, I’m sure he was having the same thoughts. After breakfast we went about our daily routine, Woody doing his chores, me taking my daily conference call.
That afternoon, he asked what I wanted for dinner, when I suggested spaghetti, he said he needed to go get some bread. It was a little out of the norm for him to walk to the store, but he was just going to the small market that was only five blocks away. We normally got our groceries at the supermarket a few miles away, I guess it didn’t make much sense to go that far for just one loaf of bread. I still had a couple of my daily podcasts that I like to listen to, so I would be fine for the short time that he would be away.
As I took out my ear buds after listening to my podcast, I realized it had been more than two hours since Woody left.
I grabbed my phone and said, “call Woody.”
It went straight to voice mail. I thought maybe he came home, and I didn’t hear him. I stood and walked to the kitchen. I said, “Woody are you here?” There was no response, I walked through the rest of the house yelling for Woody.
I grabbed my phone again, and said, “text Woody: where are you?”
I sat back down, where the hell was he? After 5 minutes and still no response, I was starting to panic. I took my phone and said, “call Todd.”
He answered, “hey Harley, what’s up?”
I said, “I need your help, Woody went to the store over two hours ago. He’s not back yet and is not answering his phone.”
To be Continued…
