Starting Over
I was tugging on Nick’s balls as I took his entire cock in my mouth. His breathing began to quicken, and I felt his nuts start to tighten. He pulled my head back and grabbed his dick and stoked it until he spilled his cum on his stomach. Once he caught his breath Nick climbed out of bed, went to the bathroom, and cleaned up. He got back into bed and said, “thanks, I have to be to work early tomorrow, good night.” I lay back on the bed, thinking to myself, well, thanks Nick, no need to return the favor. I guess it wasn’t really that surprising, things hadn’t really been that great between us the past six months.
I grew up in Norfolk, a city of about 25,000 people in the northeast corner of Nebraska. I was an only child, my parents were killed in a car accident when I was 12 and I was raised by my grandparents, my dad’s parents. My dad was also an only child, and I didn’t see my mom’s side of the family too often. She was from Texas. She met my dad while he was stationed there when he was in the army. Her mom was upset that they moved back to my dad’s home after they were married, so I rarely saw them while I was growing up and after my parents died, they quit coming all together. Oh, I would get a birthday and Christmas card, but even that stopped once I turned 18. I have a couple of aunts and uncles that I have only ever seen once or twice and cousins that I have never met.
I had many friends in high school, it was mostly a good experience. I knew I was gay when I was 15, but never told anyone. Grandpa had a heart attack and died the year I graduated, and I had to put Grandma in a nursing home before I left for college when her dementia got too bad for her to stay alone. Fortunately, grandma & grandpa had put the money from the life insurance that my parents had into a college fund for me. I was able to attend the University in Lincoln, my college fund didn’t cover all my costs, but I got a part time job and was able to graduate college with minimal debt.
I met Nick my second year in Lincoln, I had my first gay experience the year before, but Nick was my first real boyfriend. The last two years of school we moved in together. Right after graduation, grandma passed away. Nick and I had planned to stay in Lincoln to look for jobs, but I had to come back home and settle grandma’s estate. It wasn’t much, basically a little money and the house that she and grandpa had built about 40 years ago. While I was at the bank trying to figure out grandma’s bank accounts, the branch manager was asking me where I worked. I told him that I had just graduated with my business and finance degree but hadn’t had a chance to look for a job yet. He told me that he had an opening at the bank for a teller, the last teller had been promoted to loan officer. I thought about it for a while, I owned a house, and I did miss the small town. I was only going to stay in Lincoln because that was what Nick wanted. He had come with me to help with cleaning the house out, he had also not found a job yet. I talked to him about staying in Norfolk instead of going back to Lincoln. After a few days he finally agreed, I applied for the bank job and started working there a week later. Nick found a job at the rubber plant that was in town, they manufactured hydraulic hoses. We settled into the house and started our post college life. Work was going well and within a year, I had moved up to loan officer. I started with car and small personal loans, over the next couple years I moved up to business and commercial loans. Most of my customers were farmers, in this part of the state there are a lot of farms. Most people don’t realize how much money it takes to run a farm. With a tractor costing up to $500,000 and a bag of seed around $400 it can take over a million dollars to plant a crop each year. I liked my job and Nick seemed to like his, we had developed a fun group of friends that we had met through work or going to local events. While there wasn’t a large gay culture, most people were very accepting, most of my customers didn’t even know that I had a boyfriend. I didn’t hide it, but if they didn’t ask, I never brought it up. Neither Nick nor I were flamboyant, most who knew us assumed we were straight, so we fit in well in this conservative town.
We had been in Norfolk for about two years when things started to go downhill. Nick had started to make subtle comments about wanting to move back to Lincoln and about not liking his job. He started to take weekend trips to Lincoln, his brother still lived there, and he said he was going to help him work on his car or help move something heavy. If I offered to go along, he always came up with an excuse for me to stay back. I was pretty sure that he was cheating on me, but never asked him about it, I guess I thought, if I didn’t know for sure, then maybe we could work things out.
Our sex life began to suffer as well, up until this point, all one of us had to do was give the other a look, and we were ripping the clothes off each other. Now here we are, I give him a blow job and he just rolls over and falls asleep.
I woke up the next morning, Nick was already gone. I walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, it was already made, and I could see that Nick had made his lunch. I guess he had already gone to work. I took a shower and went to the bank, deciding that I was going to confront Nick tonight and either work things out or go our separate ways. Thankfully it was a busy day, and I didn’t have much time to think about Nick. I pulled into the drive that evening, his car wasn’t there. I assumed he may have stopped after work for a drink with some of his co-workers. I noticed that the door was unlocked when I went into the house, I knew I locked it when I left that morning. I saw a note on the counter along with a key.
Gabe,
I’m moving back to Lincoln. I can’t take this hick town any longer. Here’s my key, if I left anything behind, you can either sell it or throw it away.
Nick
I looked around, he had taken his Play Station and all his clothes and a few other small items. Most of the furniture we had bought together when we moved in. Well, I guess that answered my questions, although I wasn’t surprised, it still was a punch in the gut. I wished he at least had had the balls to tell me all this to my face.
I called one of the guys he worked with and asked if had said anything to him. He said, “damn Gabe, I’m sorry, He gave his notice at work two weeks ago, last Friday was his last day. I assumed you were going back to Lincoln with him.”
I said, “no I am staying here.”
I hung up the phone, that bastard had this all planned out, he didn’t go to work today. He must have waited until I left for work then loaded his things and left town. What a coward. I took a deep breath, well fuck him, I didn’t need him anyway. I deleted his number from my phone and went out and bought new locks for the doors. I know he left his key, but it just made me feel a little bit better. I went through the closets and cabinets, making sure that anything that belonged to Nick was gone, again it was more therapeutic than anything.
It took a couple weeks, but I was finally rid of anything that reminded me of Nick, my co-workers noticed I was in a better mood, and I was starting to go out with friends again. I was getting into my new, single routine, I even started to go back to the gym. Nick and I had joined right after we moved to town but had gone less often in the last year. The exercise helped me work out my frustrations and I was getting back in shape.
It had been about four months since Nick left, I was going several days without thinking about him at all. I even went on a few dates, while they were ok, I wasn’t finding anyone that was real boyfriend material. The dating pool in a small Midwest town just isn’t that deep.
Work was busy, it was June, and the weather was starting to get warm. Norfolk had a nice set of walking trails that wound around the city. I started to walk a couple miles every night and still hit the gym about three times a week. Fresh air and exercise were doing wonders for my mood. It was Friday, I had plans to meet up with some friends Saturday afternoon, we were going to meet at the park for some sand volleyball then go out for dinner and to a concert in the park that evening. It was going to be a great time.
I was wrapping up a loan for one of my farmer clients, he was buying a new piece of equipment. We had just finished signing all the paperwork, I just needed to turn it in to my manager, answer a few emails and I was done for the day. I came out of my office and walked across the lobby to my manager’s office. There were several customers at the teller’s windows, making deposits, cashing checks and other similar activities. One of those customers caught my eye.
He was standing at the first window talking to Joan, one of the tellers. I paused to look him over, He was about 5’10” with jet black hair. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that clearly showed every muscle on his body, a pair of tan cargo shorts that showed off his muscular legs. They were covered with just the right amount of that same black hair. He had on a pair of black Adidas with white stripes, yes, I was checking him that closely that I noticed the brand of his shoes. He shifted slightly, the tight ass muscles moved as he did, causing my cock to twitch. I quickly regained my composure and walked off to hand in my loan paperwork. I gave my boss the highlights of the loan and he wished me a good weekend as I headed back across the lobby. Just as I turned the corner, I came face to face with the most beautiful man that I had ever seen, yes, the same one that I was drooling over just a minute ago. This time I got to see the face that went with that ass. That jet black hair styled to look a little tussled, with the bangs spiked up slightly in front. That tight t-shirt hugged a perfect chest, and I detected the slight outline of his pert nipples. He put his hands out to catch me as I stopped so quickly that I tripped over my own feet.
He gave me a huge smile, “woah, I’m sorry, please excuse me.”
His voice nearly made me melt.
I stuttered, “no, I’m sorry, I should have looked where I was going.”
Those perfect white teeth and cute dimples flashed as he said, “no problem. Have a nice day.”
He walked past me and left the bank, my eyes watching that ass flex as he disappeared out the door. I stood there hoping that he would come back in, wrap his arms around me, plant a big kiss on my lips, then carry me out the door so he could have his way with me. I let out a sigh as Joan came out from behind the teller counter and handed me a Kleenex.
I looked at her, “what is this for?”
She grinned, “to wipe your chin, you are drooling all over your shirt.”
I stammered, “oh I just… I mean he is…”
She giggled, “relax, he is pretty hot.”
I felt myself blush as I headed back to my office, I tried to concentrate and finish my work. I definitely had some fantasy material to jack off to tonight.
I woke the next morning with the same hardon that I went to sleep with still dreaming of the man I saw yesterday. Those sexy blue eyes and closely cropped face stubble, I would love to feel that stubble rubbing across my ass cheeks as he ate my ass. Two strokes and my stomach was covered in my hot cum. A cold shower and I was ready to get on with my day, my dream man making appearances every time my mind wasn’t on something else.
I met up with my friends at the park as planned, after a few hours we all went home to clean up and met at our favorite restaurant for dinner. We stopped at a bar for a quick drink before we went to the concert. The music was great and after another drink after the concert we all headed our separate ways to our own homes. My dream man made his way back into my head as I slept, another jerk off session in the morning and I spent my day mowing the grass and some other light yardwork, trying to keep busy.
Monday at work, Joan continued to tease me whenever she had the chance, I made her promise to give me a signal next time he came in.
She said, “I think his name is Sam, he comes in every two weeks to deposit his paycheck, I can’t remember his last name, he works at the grocery warehouse.”
There is a warehouse in town that delivers groceries to all the area small town grocery stores. I thought to myself, damn, he won’t be back for two weeks.
I asked, “is it only his name on the account? I mean, is he married?”
She thought a minute, “no, I think it’s just his name on the account.”
Because of bank rules, we can’t ethically search for him in the records, and Joan and I didn’t want to lose our jobs. I resigned myself to just waiting until his next payday. That gave me almost two weeks to work up the courage to talk to him, still not sure what I would say to him.
After work, I headed home and changed into my workout clothes and left for the gym. I was on the elliptical for about ten minutes when out of the corner of my eye I saw the door open, and someone walked in. I turned to see my mystery man walking straight toward me with that sexy smile on his face.
“Hey, banker boy, how are you?”
I nearly fell off my machine, “hi, how’s it going?”
He held his hand out as he stepped toward me, “I’m Sam, I haven’t seen you in here before.”
I shook his hand, “I’m Gabe, yeah, I kind of have been slacking off the last few months, it’s time to get back at it.”
He nodded, “yeah, it’s easy to slack off every now and then. I come in about three times a week, so far, I have been disciplined enough to stick to it.”
I smiled, “Yeah, that’s my goal too, still working on the discipline part.”
He flashed that killer smile again, “hey, maybe we each need a workout buddy, you know, someone to hold us each accountable.”
My dick stirred, “yeah, that is a good idea.” I managed to spit out.
He set his water bottle down, “cool, let’s get started.”
