Date: Tue, 1 Nov 2016 12:01:14 -0400
From: Jayden Thompson <jaydensluv2016@gmail.com>
Subject: In My Head Chapter 4

Hello All, I am sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out. I actually
misplaced my drive that I keep my stories on and it took me until last
night to find it. I actually thought I was done for. There is quite a bit
of good stuff on there. Now that I have it back in my possession, I will be
back on my regular schedule of posting weekly or by-weekly. I hope that you
enjoy the story so far because I sure am enjoying writing it. I know it
started off pretty slow but it should speed up about now. Enjoy and send me
any feedback that you may have. I don't mind criticism it's really helpful.

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Chapter 4

The next week really flew by. Jules and the twins and I hung out every day
and I spent quite a bit of time with my mother. I have been uncomfortable
calling her mom. But that has gone away. On Sunday before my departure,
Jules and his wife had a cook out at his house and everyone came over. I
took so many pictures my pointer finger was getting stiff. Before I left
Jules' house, I pulled him into his study and we had a long talk. He made
me promise that if I went through any more "Problems" that I would call him
immediately. I agreed, I just felt bad that I had kept him out of the loop
for so long. I just didn't want to hurt him. He also made me promise that I
would take it slow with Derik. I told him that I could make no promises,
but I would try.

Derik and I spoke every morning when we woke up, either he would call me or
I him and every evening before we went to bed. I couldn't contain my
excitement about seeing him. I was leaving Pittsburgh at 5 am to try to
avoid DC rush hour traffic. Pittsburgh doesn't really have a rush hour like
DC does. It gets a little backed up at times but DC traffic is a beast in
and of itself. When I left Jules' house I left with a since of peace. I
have not felt that in years. It felt like I had left a lot of baggage and a
ton of weight when I made my way back to the hotel. I had an almost
constant erection the whole way back to the hotel. It was really getting
painful. I hadn't jacked off since I got here. I don't know why, but for
some reason I felt like I was cheating on Derik when I thought about
it. Though I was always thinking about him.

I called Derik just to say goodnight and fell into a restful sleep. My cell
phone alarm went off at 4am. I was already up showered and packed. I
figured what's the point in waiting. I checked out of the hotel and headed
towards 376 not even thinking about stopping to get something to eat. I was
so excited I was ready to jump out of my skin. It was a beautiful morning
and riding through the mountains of Pennsylvania is really breathtaking. I
made it to Breezewood at about 5:15 I must have been speeding pretty
fast. That S-Class is a monster. I will try to take my time going the rest
of the way home. I really didn't want to get caught in that rush hour
traffic, but looking at the time, I was gonna. I left Breezewood at about
quarter to 6 heading down 70 to 270. I reached 270 at about 7:30 and of
course started running into traffic. It took me until almost 9:30 to get
home. I Hate DC Traffic. It's like people just don't know how to drive. I
know that this is not the worst traffic in the country but it has to be
close. The beltway is like a circle of death. You can get caught in its
clutches and be stuck there for hours if you don't know your way through
the city. Through all of that, I pulled up in front of my house and was so
happy to be home. I purposely avoided riding down Hunt because I didn't
want to be tempted to stop and ogle at his building hoping that he was
there.

I backed into the garage avoiding the Navigator. It was a gas guzzler but I
loved it. I walked into the house and shut off the alarm. It was a little
warm in here for my liking and went to adjust the thermostat. I like it
cold, I turned the air down before I left to try to conserve energy and had
to get the temperature back to the way I like it. Taking my luggage up to
my bedroom, I was already sweating. I unpacked separating my dirty clothes
from the clean and started a load of clothes in the washer. I called Jules
after I set the washer and let him know that I was home. He was at work and
couldn't really talk so he told me he would call when he went to lunch. I
hadn't spoken to Derik this morning and I was going through withdrawal. I
just sent him a text and it read, "I'm home. Call when u can. Missing U."
About a minute later I received a notification and was surprised that it
was Derik. "Can I Call U." Before I could respond my phone rang. I smiled
when I saw the ID.

"Hi." I said. I had the biggest smile on my face.

"Hey." I could hear the smile in his voice. I loved that voice.

"I'm surprised you called back so quickly, I figured with the time you
would be in surgery or something." I said.

"I was just finishing up a post-op note when I got your text, I wanted to
hear your voice."

"I wanted to hear your voice too. I don't want to disturb you, you can call
me back when you are free. I know how important those notes are."

"Give me two seconds. I just need to sign it and I'm done. Don't hang up. I
want to talk to you while I have a minute."

"OK." I said I could just imagine him standing in front of a computer like
they do. Looking sexy in his scrubs. I was imagining his dick print and
wondering just how much of it I would be able to see if given the
opportunity. I was extremely hard right now and pretty sure I would burst a
vessel any minute.

"OK, I'm back. So how was your drive? Did you leave in enough time to avoid
traffic?

"Ugh, My drive was wonderful until I got here to the city. You know what
Monday traffic could be like. I'm just pissing around the house right
now. In a little bit I'm going to be headed out to the store to
restock. Pick up some things I need."

"That sounds good. What do you have planned for the evening? I know you
wanted to relax for the day, but I was kind of hoping that I could see you
tonight."

"I have nothing planned, I was gonna ask you if you would come over tonight
for dinner. That works out, I wanted to see you too and I didn't want to
wait until tomorrow." I was trying hard to contain my excitement. I was a
giddy as a fat kid with a twix.

"Can I come over around 7? That will give me enough time to shower and
change." I could again hear the smile in his voice. He had the most
beautiful smile.

"7 is good. Are you in the mood for anything for dinner?" I was thinking
"besides me."

"Can I have anything I want?"

"You can have anything you want and I do mean anything." I said that last
part seductively.

"Hmmm, that's a tall order to fill. How about...You..."

"That you can have anytime you want." I said all too quickly which made him
laugh so hard he was choking a bit.

"Cheeky little bastard aren't you? I will take you for dessert. For dinner
I was thinking more along the lines of Fried chicken, macaroni and cheese
and greens." He said with that same smile.

"Weeell, I guess I can manage that. I won't forget about desert though."

"Oh, I won't." I heard him paged over the overhead system to the OR holding
area.

"I gotta go, If I get a chance I'll call you back a little later. If not, I
will see you this evening. By the way, where do you live, I'm assuming it's
in my neighborhood, but what street?"

"I'm on Hayes in the cul-de-sac off of 44th. I am all the way at the end on
the left 4351." I said.

"OK, See you around 7."

"See you then." I hung up the phone sitting back in one of the wingbacks
that I have in my room. I felt like I was floating. I couldn't believe the
sexual undertone that took place during that conversation. I was still hard
and thought about popping one off. I thought better of it and decided to
wait and see what happened tonight. I could only hope that I would be able
to at the least get a taste of him tonight. I needed to think about
something else. Just then my phone rang. I assume it was Jules and picked
the phone up out of my lap. I looked at the caller ID before answering it
and it was not Jules.

"Hello." I said with just a little bit of annoyance in my voice.

"Hey, I know I shouldn't be calling you but I wanted to know when you were
gonna be back so I can swing through to pick up my stuff."

"I came back a day early, I have your things together in a box." I had
packed up his things while I was washing clothes. "You can come by some
time tomorrow to pick them up. I am going to be in and out today so
tomorrow is best."

"Are you home now, I am down on Minnesota Ave right now and can just swing
by real quick, It should only take a few minutes."

This was a real mood killer. I didn't want to be thinking about Dante
today. "Yeah Dante, you can swing by now but I am getting ready to head out
so please make it quick." I wasn't actually getting ready to head out but
he didn't need to know that.

"Alright, give me 5 minutes and I'll be there." He said then hung up.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I just want this to be over. He can be so
fucking clingy. I know he remembers our conversation from last week but I
just know he's gonna try to talk me into staying with him. I stood up,
straightened my clothes and went down stairs. I went to the kitchen to get
a bottle of water and I heard the "ting, ting" noise that my alarm makes
when the door is opened. If I was lighter I would be all shades of red
right now. He shouldn't just be walking up in my house like
this. Especially since we're not together anymore.

"Jay, where you at? He yelled.

I walked into the great room, it was sparsely decorated. I barely used
it. It just had two couches, two end tables, a coffee table and two
wingback chairs in the left corner. There were also several paintings on
the walls. I looked up and there he stood with this huge grin on his
face. He was really handsome with his dark chocolate self but I didn't want
him anymore. He did nothing for me sexually and really hadn't for some
time.

"Dante, the box with your things in it is in the coat closet. I think I got
everything, if not, I'll call and let you know." I was trying hard to hide
the annoyance in my voice.

"I was hoping we could talk for a minute, face to face. I don't like the
way things went with us and I was thinking we could talk about it."

"I said everything that I needed to say. I don't think that we have
anything else to talk about. Really, what's the point?"

He seemed a bit agitated but he still had a smile on his face. It was
forced. I've seen this look before. He used it when he was upset and didn't
want to show it. He's never really been that aggressive, but I knew it was
there below the surface.

"Jay, you and I have been through a lot together and that you are willing
to just give that up is confusing to me. I gave you the time while you were
out of town to work through whatever you needed to work through. I didn't
call you like you asked. I gave you your space. Now you need to let me know
what's goin' on."

I was angry, I was more than angry, I was pissed. I tried my best to remain
calm, but the more he spoke the heat was rising and I could feel it from my
balls up to the top of my head. I wanted to hit something and he was what I
wanted to hit. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths.  "What you didn't
hear me, cat got your tongue or somethin'? I deserve a fuckin' answer. You
owe me that after everything that you've put me through. You think I'm just
gonna let you go without some fuckin' answers you got..."

"GET...THE...FUCK...OUT...OF...MY....HOUSE!" I screamed. I was ready to
charge him. All I saw was red. How dare this bastard. I looked at him
expectantly. He was standing there with this look of fear on his face. I
think he thought that he was going to come in and take control and get what
he wanted. I took a couple steps towards him. "Get the fuck out of my house
Dante."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why you acting like this? I deserve a
fuckin' answer."

"What you deserve is to get your ass beat for coming in my house like
this." I said the next part as calmly as I could. "What you need to do is
get yo' shit out of my closet, drop my keys on the stand by the door and
leave. That is what you need to do."

"You fuckin' somebody else aint you? I knew it. That's the reason you
acting like this."

Again as calmly as I could. "Dante, I told you to get out. If I need to
force you out, I will. But I need you to go and you need to go now."

"Why can't you just answer my question? Tell me why you breakin' up with
me."

"Dante, I don't need to justify myself with you and I hate repeating
myself. We had this conversation last week and we are not having it again."
I took a few more steps towards him. "You need to leave. This is the last
time that I'm gonna say it before I kick your ass from one end of this room
to the other and then throw you out the door." I took a few more steps
towards him.

He backed towards the door. "I'm gonna give you a few days to calm
down...you aint yourself." He turned and walked towards the door, opened it
and stood in the doorway. He turned towards me and said, "Don't think I'm
just gonna let you go like that. You can't just leave me, that shit aint
gonna fly."

I started walking towards the door and he closed it. I went to the coat
closet picked up his box walked to the door opened it and walked the box
out to the curb where he was still parked. I sat the box on the ground
where I usually sit the garbage and went back into the house. I needed to
do something. Anything. I was so angry I was about to burst into
flames. What the hell did I do to get myself into this mess? Already my
mind was going through the ramifications of everything that has happened so
far. I knew I would need to file a protective order just to be safe. I
needed to get my locks changed because he still had the key. I needed to
contact the alarm company and have them walk me through changing my alarm
code. As I was making my mental list my home phone rang. I ran to the
kitchen and picked up the line. It was Jules.

"Hey, I tried calling your cell but it went straight to voicemail." He
said, I was trying to calm myself down so I would have a steady voice. It
just wasn't working so I responded shakily, "I left my phone upstairs in
the bedroom. I didn't hear it ring."

"What's wrong? Something happened, what is it?" he could always tell.

I cleared my throat and tried to speak more calmly. "You know how it is,
Dante just left here, he pissed me off so I'm a bit out of sorts. It'll be
OK."

"OK my ass, you sound like you're ready to punch a hole in a wall. Do I
need to come down there?"

I responded. "My big bad protector. You can't solve all of my problems
Jules. I got it in hand it's gonna be OK. Trust me."

"If you say so. If I know you, you already got your plan of action in place
and started getting things together."

"I was just getting ready to get started when you called. It's too much to
deal with. I have so much going on right now. I just don't want this bamma
showing up at my job or just hanging around. He swears that I'm fuckin'
somebody else. I don't know why his mind always goes there."

"Weeell, you may not be fuckin' him but you sure do have a huge crush on
somebody else."

"That is so true, but that's not why I broke up with him. It's just too
much to deal with and neither of us was happy. I don't get why he's trying
to hang on."

"Some people have to be with somebody. They get very territorial and think
of you like a possession instead of a partner. That's just how some people
are wired."

"I guess, I think he's just jealous. He's been thinking I'm messing around
for months. He brings it up every time we get into an argument. I'm just
tired of it."

"You don't have to convince me. You sound like you're still trying to
convince yourself. Get over it. Do what you do and move on. You can't keep
holding on to someone who is dragging you down."

"Yeah, I know. Look I gotta go. I am fixing dinner for Derik tonight so I
have to go to the grocery store and I still need to get things taken care
of as far as Dante is concerned. I'll call or text you later."

"Alright little brother. Love you."

"Love you more." I said and hung up the phone. I ran down to the basement
and took the load out of the dryer and put the last load into the
dryer. The load that came out was towels and the load that went in was
sheets and blanket off my bed. I folded the few towels quickly and put them
in the basket to wait to go upstairs. I ran upstairs and pulled out my
folder with all of my contact information in it. I kept every important
document in a fire proof safe. You never know. I called the alarm company
first and using the panel in my bedroom, I changed the alarm code and
contact phone numbers, removing Dante as an emergency contact. My next call
was to a locksmith I've dealt with in the past and he agreed to come out
between 5-6 to change the locks on all of my doors. I would be cooking then
so I would be home. My next call was to the 6th district police department
to notify them of the situation and to get the instructions for filing a
protection from harm order. It was going to take a few hours to get it
done, but I had all day tomorrow.

With those three things done, I grabbed my car keys and left to go grocery
shopping. It's the middle of the day now and traffic is much lighter. I
went to Costco's first and did my bulk shopping. I went next to Giant on H
street to get my groceries that I would need. While I was walking around
the store, I was mentally going through the refrigerator and cabinet as
well as the pantry. I wanted to make something special for desert for
Derik. I know we joked about him having me for desert, that's no
guarantee. I wanted to make a butter cake. Maggiano's makes a phenomenal
Butter Cake. After sampling it a few times, I have been able to duplicate
the recipe fairly well. My version taste pretty damned good and just melts
on your tongue. I pick up the missing ingredients that I don't have at home
and kick myself for not thinking about it earlier. I would have fared
better getting the ingredients from Costco's.

By the time I got home I had all but forgotten about Dante. I made quick
work of putting the groceries and supplies away and got the chicken
marinating in buttermilk and other seasonings. I typically like for it to
marinate for at least 6 hours, but 4 should be good. I got my turkey wing
boiling and cleaned and cut the collard greens, got my milk steeping for my
cheese sauce and had my butter softening for the Butter cake. Everything
was looking good. I looked at the clock and it was just after 4. I was
getting so excited I could barely stand it. Everything was going really
well and I had high hopes for this evening.

I was upstairs finishing making up my bed when the doorbell rang. I assumed
it was the locksmith and ran down the stairs to the door. I opened the door
and there stood this man holding a huge bouquet of flowers. My thoughts
immediately went to Dante and I frowned. This was some shit that he would
do. The guy handed me a clipboard and I just signed "refused". I took the
card off of the bouquet and sure enough, they were from Dante. The guy was
standing in the door with this look on his face like, aren't you going to
take these? All I said was "look at the signature."

"I don't want these. You can take them back throw them in the garbage, I
don't care. Just get them away from here." I said.

"This was an expensive arrangement and a rush order at that." He made this
statement as if it meant something.

"Sir, take them and give them to your wife or girlfriend. I don't care, but
I don't want them." I closed the door in his face and went into the kitchen
to check on my meal. The doorbell rang again and I went to the door
expecting more trouble. Instead it was the locksmith. He asked me what type
of locks I wanted and I got the most durable ones. He just so happened to
have them in the truck and made quick work of changing the locks on all of
the doors. I have the front door, side door, back door, garage door and
basement access to the outside. It took him roughly an hour and a half to
change all of the locks. It was nearly 6 when he left and I was just
getting the chicken ready to fry. I had flowered it and it was sitting
under saran wrap waiting to be dipped again and fried.

I wanted to be fresh and clean when Derik came by so I let the chicken sit
and went to take a shower. Just the idea that Derik would be here soon had
me on edge. My dick was at a constant state of attention and I was trying
hard not to rub one out. I was in the shower and decided to clean myself
out good just in case. I have a detachable hose in the shower that I use
for that purpose. It took more time than usual since it has been over a
week since I did it last. (I use my dildo's a lot) Everything was running
clean and got out moisturized and put on a pair of Levi's and a solid royal
blue button down. The shirt was one of those ones that hugs me in the right
places and accentuates my muscular frame. The Levi's are 501's and hug my
ass and dick in just the right way. Not showing too much but just enough. I
went back to the kitchen no shoes or socks of course. I hate them and never
wear them in the house if I can avoid it.

I looked at the clock and it was 5 minutes to seven. I put on my apron and
started the oil to heating. Everything else was already done and I just
needed to start the batter for the cake. I checked the temp for the oil and
it was ready so I dropped the first couple pieces of chicken. I washed my
hands and started the butter to creaming. I was working between both. When
I was on the last batch of chicken and the mini cakes were in the oven, the
door bell rang. I looked down at myself to make sure there was no stray
flour or anything else on my clothes and ran to the door. I took a deep
breath and opened it.

My memory didn't do him any justice. He took my breath away. I actually
think I stopped breathing. I collected myself and ushered him into the
house. I thought I got a glimpse of a familiar car but just kept it
moving. This tall Adonis walked by me into my great room. He moved so
smoothly and gracefully. You would have thought he was moving in slow
motion. He had this sexy grin on his face and you could just make out the
perfect pearly white teeth. He was wearing that same sexy smelling
cologne. It was made just for him. I liked the way it smelled on me, but I
loved the way it smelled on him. He didn't say a word. His smile got
brighter and he just leaned in and gave me a hug. I hugged him back and I
felt this peace sweep over me like everything in the world didn't matter
and it was going to be OK forever.

"Hi." He said in my ear. It sent a chill down my spine. I don't even
remember if I responded. I reluctantly let him go and he pulled back from
me. "Sorry I'm late; you know how METRO is with these delays." He was
holding a bottle of wine in one hand.

"No, it's OK. Dinner is just finishing up now." I said this remembering
that I had chicken on the stove. "I'm sorry, let me take that and chill
it. Make yourself comfortable. I gotta get to this stove real quick." I
didn't notice until I had dragged him halfway across the room that I was
holding his hand. I tried to let go but he held on and followed me into the
kitchen.

"Dinner smells amazing. It smells just like Sunday dinner at my mom's house
in here." He followed me behind the island and in front of the stove.

"Thank you, I will definitely take that as a compliment." I checked the
chicken and it was a little browner than I would have liked but still
edible so I took it out of the oil and turned off the fire.

I looked up at him and he had this look on his face like I can't
describe. It was a look of want and need and happiness and all different
kinds of things wrapped up in one. He had had his dreads taken down since I
saw him last and they were hanging down his back. They weren't supper long
but they weren't shoulder length either just a little longer. I looked at
his jaw line and his full pink lips. I wanted to kiss him so bad. I could
have gotten lost in his eyes. I walked over to the sink behind him and got
the dish cloth and wiped the sink and then the stove. I was trying to give
myself something to do other than get swallowed up in him.

"I hope you're hungry. Dinner is ready and we can sit, talk and eat. I got
you something special for desert as well." I said turning to look at
him. He was so quiet. I wanted him to say something, anything. He was
looking at me with that same look in his face.

"Is this too weird? I have been dreaming of being in the same room with you
since I saw you last and right now I just can't take my eyes off of
you. You fuckin' take my breath away." He said this in almost a whisper. I
walked over to him and placed my hand on his chest, just above his
heart. He reached up and grabbed my hand and brought it up to his face. He
held it to his right cheek and brought it to his mouth and kissed the palm
of my hand.

"No, it's not weird. It feels...right. I've been thinking of you all week
too. I've been just about to burst out of my skin since we spoke this
morning." He had taken my hand and placed it back on his chest. I moved
closer, we were standing head to chin. I looked up into those hazel eyes
and he leaned down and placed just the lightest of kisses on my lips. It
was a sensual move that had my body on fire. I didn't want to move. I took
just the slightest of steps back. I needed to get my bearings.

"Would you like something to drink, the wine you brought or maybe a beer,
soda, tea or water. I've got just about everything." I was still standing
in front of him, just not as close. He also still had my hand. He brought
it back up to his mouth and kissed my palm again just as lightly as he
kissed my lips and then nodded.

"A beer would be great. What do you have?"

"Heineken, Corona, Dos Equis. I don't have Miller, but there is a Sam Adams
Summer Ale that I hear is pretty good." I said to him still looking him in
his eyes. He made talking about beer sexy.

"I'll take the Summer Ale, it is really good."

I took my hand away from his chest and turned to walk towards the
refrigerator. When I got there I remembered that I kept the beer in a small
refrigerator under the island. I put my head down, shook it smiling a
little and turned back around to go to the little fridge. I got out his
beer and walked over to hand it to him. Walking back over to him I decided
to go ahead and get it out of the way. I couldn't believe that he was
actually here looking better than I remembered. I placed the beer on the
counter, walked up to him and placed my left hand on his chest and right
hand behind his neck. He got the message pretty quickly and leaned down and
kissed me. He tried that light kiss but I pulled his face to mine and
attacked his mouth with a vengeance. He kissed me back. Our tongues were
fighting for space in each other's mouths. Before I know it he had me up
against the island and I had my left arm wrapped around his waist feeling
his strong back and my right was pulling him to me. He pressed into me and
I felt his engorged dick pressing into my belly. It felt huge. He pulled
away from me slightly and looked me in the eyes. He still had me pulled
tight to him. He got this huge grin on his face and said "Hi" and started
laughing. I couldn't help it and started laughing too.

This moment took the tension out of the air and I was able to calm
down. That kiss was number one on my list of top kisses. Any other kiss
that I have ever had pales in comparison to that kiss. I pushed him away
from me lightly, untied and pulled off my apron.

"Are you hungry? I know I am and thirsty as hell." I was grinning up at
him.

"I'm starved, I haven't eaten since I had a bowl of cereal before I left
the house this morning."

"That's no good. Let me feed you. Grab your beer and come over here and sit
at the table." I initially wanted to serve dinner in the formal dining
room, it seemed too pretentious so I set the dining room table that I had
in my kitchen corner. I kept place settings on both of the tables but this
one was simply set for two though it sat four. There were no candles;
candles and fried chicken don't typically go together. I walked over and
pulled all of the food out of the warmers and put it into serving dishes. I
put everything on the table and got me a cup of iced tea before I sat down.

"Everything looks and smells delicious. But...I don't remember asking for
potato salad."

"It just goes; you don't have to eat it if you don't want it. I won't be
offended. Trust me. I don't offend easily."

"Oh no, I'm glad you thought about it. I like potato salad."

I started serving up food placing food first on his plate and then mine. He
gave me this look, kind of like "What are you doing."

"What? Did I do something wrong? You're looking at me kind of funny.

"No, it's just you're serving me. No one has done that for me except for my
mother."  "Sorry, it's a habit. I serve it's a part of who I am. I'm not
happy until everyone else is happy." I was hoping that I didn't offend him
or seem too motherly. He just smiled and sat back. I finished making his
plate and then took a sip of my tea. I finished it before I knew it. I
looked and noticed that his beer was practically empty also. I stood up and
went to go get another beer and me some more tea. I just brought out the
pitcher and sat it on the table.

He looked at me and said, "No beer or wine for you?"

"Oh, I don't drink. Alcohol doesn't agree with my chemistry. I wouldn't say
that I'm allergic to it, but when I drink even the smallest amount, it does
something to me and I get sick and nauseous. It's not a pretty picture."

"Good to know. You don't mind if I drink do you. I don't drink a lot, just
a few beers and maybe some wine here and there. Two is typically my limit
especially since I've got to be in the OR in the morning."

While he was talking I made my plate. I noticed that he hadn't touched
his. He was waiting for me. I smiled at him and said, "No, I don't
mind. Why aren't you eating? You don't have to wait for me."

He got a little nervous look on his face. "Oh, it's rude to eat before the
cook."

He had this serine look on his face, like he was completely at peace with
the world. He picked up his fork and began eating. He was on his second
fork full of macaroni and cheese when he put his fork down and closed his
eyes. He leaned his head back and chewed very slowly moaning until he
swallowed. He looked down and had this smile on his face that would light
up the room. Then he said, "Oh...My...God...That is so good. It taste
better than my momma's and if you tell her that I will deny it from here to
the end of the world."

I couldn't help but to smile big as well. I was so happy that he enjoyed
just a small portion of what I cooked. "Thank you." I said, "I promise,
your secret is safe with me. Do you really like it?" He had picked up a
piece of chicken off of his plate and began eating it.

He put down the chicken and grabbed the napkin on the table. After wiping
his face, he said, "Yes, I haven't had cooking this good since Maw Maw. My
mom can cook, but you cook like an old southern lady. You put your big toe
in it, as they would say." He started eating again. He seemed really hungry
so I stopped with the questions and let him enjoy his meal. I started
eating as well. It was pretty damned good if I do say so myself. Within a
few minutes he was done with his plate and looking at me. I wasn't even
halfway through mine.

"You want some more help yourself. You don't have to wait for me." I was
grinning as I said this because he was sitting there like a starving puppy
waiting for his kibble. He started piling food on his plate and began
eating again a bit slower this time.

"So, How long have you been at Georgetown?" he said in between bites.

I covered my mouth and finished chewing, "Umm, I graduated from Georgetown
Nursing School and then I left and moved to Pittsburgh to complete my
masters and then moved back here. I've been back in DC and working at
Georgetown for 8 almost 9 years."

"Wow, in this day and age that's a long time to work for the same
company. Do you like what you do?"

"I love nursing, I'm not sure how I feel about working at Georgetown
though. I've been seriously considering transferring to another hospital or
even looking for a position outside of MedStar."

He got this shocked look on his face. "Why? Did something happen or you
just need something different?"

"No, don't need anything different, it's just that I have been trying to
transfer into a different area for a while now. I have experience in
cardiology you know, working in the EP lab and the Cath lab and right now I
am just working in my unit. It's nice, I do more work than I should, but I
still love what I do. It's just that I try to transfer out of my
department, you know Georgetown, every department is hiring nurses. But, I
can't seem to get out of my department. I feel like I've been black balled
or something. That's why I am thinking about leaving Georgetown. It's all
just so fuckin' frustrating. Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to cuss, I try not
to if I can."

"Oh, don't worry about that, I can cuss like a fuckin' sailor. My tongue
has never been tamed." He said with a smile. "But I am sorry about work. I
don't really know how frustrating that is because I've never been in that
position, but I know it has to suck."

"Hey, everything happens for a reason. We don't know why, shit just
happens. It's how you deal with it that makes you the person you are." I
took a look at his plate and it was empty. I don't know why but this gave
me a profound sense of satisfaction. I took a deep breath and smelled my
cakes. "Desert smells like it's ready."

"I thought you were ready when I walked in the door." He said with a
mischievous grin. If I could have blushed every shade of red I would have.

"That desert was ready for you when you walked in the door believe me." I
said as I stood to go to the oven. As I was pulling the oven door open he
was stacking dishes and started clearing the table. I sat the cakes down on
the counter and turned to him. "You don't have to do that. I'll take care
of it."

"Oh no, you cooked, the least I could do is help clean up." He commented as
he walked with dishes in hand to the sink. I flipped the cakes out onto the
cooling racks and picked up the bowel of glaze I had sitting under plastic
wrap on the counter.

"That looks delicious. What is it?"

I was a little too excited when I said this. Too animated. "Have you ever
been to Maggiano's? The closest one to here is up in Chevy Chase."

"Yeah, Some of the best Italian food in the city."

"Yaaaasssss. Well, I'm not sure if you have ever tried their Butter Cake. I
duplicated it. It took me a while to get it right, but it just melts in
your mouth. Oh my goodness, I love their Butter Cake, but mine is pretty
damned good too."

He was standing by the sink leaning with his back to it staring over at
me. He had been watching me and I know I must have seemed comical because
he looked like he was trying not to bust out laughing. "A little excited
about this Butter Cake aren't you?"

"You've gotta bake. When you get something right and it turns out right
every time and you know you have mastered it. Especially something like
this, it's better than sex. I have a hard on right now thinking about
eating this cake."

He looked down at my pants and then his eyes slowly traced my body up until
he met my eyes again. This stare from him was a panty dropper. He could get
the business right now if he wanted. I wanted and I wanted him bad right
now. My dick was straining against my jeans and had snaked up and was
positioned pointing towards my right hip. It was very uncomfortable. I was
looking him in his face and I hoped that he was thinking the same thing
that I was. If not I was about to make a fool out of myself. I ogled at his
body tongue almost hanging out of my mouth and took a step towards him. He
closed the gap between us grabbed me by the small of my back and pulled me
into him. At the same time he leaned down and kissed me forcefully on the
lips. I could taste dinner on his tongue but it was heavenly. I was sucking
on his bottom lip and he moaned into my mouth. He backed me into the
refrigerator and leaned down kissed me on my neck and then traced my jaw
line up and to my right ear. He sucked on my ear lobe and I lifted my left
leg and wrapped it around his leg. He reached down and pulled my leg up to
his waist while lifting the rest of me so that I was supported with the
fridge to my back and my legs wrapped around his waist.

He pulled me tighter to him and whispered in my ear. "You taste so good. Am
I taking this too far?"

"Hell no, wanna get more comfortable."

"I am comfortable, I've got you." He said and kissed me again on the
lips. He let my left then right leg drop so that I was on my tip toes up
against the fridge. I traced his right arm from his shoulder down to his
elbow. I pulled as far away from him as I could and his hand dropped to his
side. I took his hand in my hand and turned to leave the kitchen. I led him
to the stairs. I never turned back to look at him. I was a little afraid of
what the response from him might be. We walked the stairs up to my
bedroom. The lights were off and I walked over to the lamp beside my bed
and flipped the light on. That is when I turned to look at him. He had a
look of trepidation on his face, it seemed like he was trying to make up
his mind on something. I placed my hand on his chest just above his heart
and unbuttoned the second button on his polo shirt and then the last. I
looked him in the eyes and there was that look of need in his eyes. I took
that as my sign to continue. I reached down and lifted his shirt up to his
arms, using my thumbs to trace the contours of his abdomen. Each thumb
grazed his nipples as I went up. He lifted his arms and I pulled the shirt
completely off. I let it drop to the floor. He was wearing a wife beater
and his nipples were hard poking through the thin material. The shirt
showed off his magnificent physique. He took my breath away.

After removing his polo, I lifted off his t-shirt more swiftly. He had
muscular pecs that just stood out. His 6-pack was a sight. He had hair on
his chest right in the middle divot between his pecs that ran straight down
his abdomen running into his treasure trail and into his jeans. He was
wearing a pair of CK's. I could just see the top of his underwear.

"Like what you see?" He snapped me out of my reverie. I looked up into his
eyes and he had the sexiest smile on his face. He took a step towards me
closing the gap and leaned down to kiss me. He unbuttoned my shirt as we
kissed and let it slide down, it was snapped at the wrist so I had to help
him get me out of the shirt. When it was off, he tossed it to the side. He
backed me into the bed and lifted me up onto it. (High Pedestal bed) I slid
back and while I did that he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his
socks. He climbed up on the bed in between my legs. His dreads fell down
around me and I was engulfed with his scent. He was laying on top of me our
dicks straining against our pants. I was just looking up at him. I wanted
him so bad. I reached down and undid the button on his jeans and pulled
down his zipper. I reached in and felt his dick. It felt huge. It was
snaked around just under the waist of his boxers and to my right. I gave it
a squeeze and he moaned leaning down to kiss me. He kissed me soft at first
but the more I rubbed and squeezed his dick, he got more forceful. I pulled
his pants down under his butt, then grabbed his ass and pulled him into my
groin. My body was firing on all cylinders. I gripped his back and as
forcefully as I could rolled us over so that he was on his back. I was
sitting on his thighs looking down at this beautiful man.

I leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips and then sucked his bottom
lip into my mouth. I kissed his chin then kissed my way down his neck. My
tongue traced patterns in his skin as he moaned and groaned. I licked first
to his left nipple and grazed it with my tongue. His muscles contracted I
could feel them responding to my every touch. I moved over to his right
nipple and gave it the same attention. As I was sliding down his body
licking and touching, I slid his pants down to his calves and he kicked
them off the rest of the way. My face was in his crotch and I inhaled the
scent of this man. He smelled just a little moist and manly and woodsy and
a hint of something sweet I couldn't describe. I buried my face in his
balls licking and sucking through the cotton. I licked up the length of his
dick up to the tip. He was a pre-cummer. I have never been with a guy who
pre-cum's. I wanted to taste more of him. I sucked and nipped on his dick
head through his boxers. His body kept flexing and jerking. I took his dick
out of his boxers and it flopped onto his abs. I took the head of his dick
into my mouth trying to get a better taste of his dribble. It tasted like
his crotch smelled. Salty and sweet and manly. As I got further down his
dick taking more of it into my mouth, I realized just how large it was. It
was at least 9 inches long and thick as fuck. My jaw was stretched wide and
there was still more to go.

I came up off of his dick; his boxers were resting below his huge
balls. His sack was the size of an orange and pulled up tight to his
body. I grasped the waist of his boxer briefs and pulled them all the way
down and he kicked out of them. I started sucking on his sack sucking in
one and then the other of his heavy balls. I wanted to get both into my
mouth at once but there was just too much. He had been moaning but the more
I licked and sucked on his balls, he got more aggressive. He reached down
and held my head to his balls and said, "Shit, suck my nuts, suck that shit
nigga." That was all the encouragement that I needed. I sucked and kneaded
his nut sack licking the sack from his taint up the length of his dick. I
took the head of his dick into my mouth tasting that marvelous pre-seed
savoring the flavor. He had a pool of juice on his abs where his heavy dick
had been laying. I popped his dick out of my mouth and lapped up what I did
not want to waist. I rubbed his body from his nipples down to his abs and
back up again as I sucked his dick back into my mouth. I got half of his
dick into my mouth and his tip was in my throat. I started releasing saliva
to coat my mouth so that I could get all of him in there. This was a task
that I was more than willing to complete.

"Suck that shit nigga, suck that shit. Feels good as shit Jay. Aaahh,
mmmm."

I was bobbing on his dick taking my time with him knowing that I wanted to
taste his seed. I don't think that I have ever wanted to taste someone
more. I used all of my skill to get as much of his dick into my gullet as I
could. I used my throat muscles to massage his dick eliciting a lot of
moans and "Oh Fuck's"

"Jay, you gonna' make me bust man, I don't wanna cum yet." He said as I
tried to pull me off of his dick. That wasn't gonna happen. I wanted
this. I increased my inflections on his dick using my hand to massage his
balls while my other hand played with his nipples and explored his body.
"Jay, please nigga, I don't wanna cum yet. I'm so fuckin' close."

I felt his dick begin to swell. He must have realized I wasn't gonna stop
so he started humping into my throat. "Ooooohh, here that shit is,
Aaaaahhh, fuck, fuck, suck that shit." I used my hand to jack his dick
while I sucked. He arched his back and just screamed, "Aaaaaahhh" as he
unloaded a gallon of cum into my mouth I couldn't swallow fast enough. He
just kept cumming. After blast 8 I stopped counting. I swallowed as much as
I could. "Nigga, yes, fuck that was awesome." I was licking up the cum that
had wasted out around his dick and into his trimmed pubes. I used my middle
and third finger to massage his taint feeling it release the cum that was
left. A dribble of cum came out of his dick and I licked it up.

I looked up at him, I think for the first time since I started, and he was
looking down at me. He was massaging my left arm and traced down to my
under arm and reached down with his other hand to my other arm and pulled
me up on top of him. He leaned up and kissed me first lightly then
forcefully making me open my mouth with his tongue. In all of my 20+ years
of having gay sex not one of the guys that I have been with, (4 besides
Derik), has ever kissed me after I swallowed their load. He kissed me like
he liked the way he tastes as much as I do.

He rolled me over so that I was laying on my back and he was leaning over
top of me. He hadn't spoken since he said that it was awesome. I was a
little self conscious because I was still laying here with my pants and
underwear on and he was naked with a semi hard dick lying against my leg.

"That was amazing." He said and smiled at me.

"I aim to please." I said with a look of relief and excitement. He kissed
my lips again and kissed down to my neck and buried his face in my neck and
relaxed into me. His left hand was over my midsection and his right arm was
off to his side. He snuggled into me pulling me closer to him. His
breathing slowed, I don't think he was asleep but he wasn't completely
coherent either. I was rubbing his arm that was over me up and down. I got
to his shoulder and went back down and he jerked, "That tickles." He said
into my neck. I was glad he wasn't sleep, though cumming like that could
make anyone go to sleep. I just relaxed and took in his warmth. He had
goose bumps all over his body. I wasn't sure if it was because he was
excited or cold. It was really cold in here, but that's the way I like
it. I keep a throw blanket at the foot of my bed, so I reached over and
grabbed it and slid it over him. He adjusted himself so that he was laying
on my chest. His dreads were in my face so I turned my head to the right so
that they would stop tickling me. His grip on me loosened and I realized
that he was asleep. I was thinking, "Great, a guy who goes to sleep right
after he nutts." I couldn't see the clock from this vantage point and just
waited for him to go fully to sleep so that I could go clean up the
kitchen. I chuckeled to myself. I am laying here in the arms of a beautiful
man and I am thinking about going to clean the kitchen. That's OCD if I
ever saw it.

I lay there for a while just thinking about my situation. Was this thing
with him really going to go somewhere or was I infatuated with him. He was
gorgeous sure but I just slept with or gave a blow job to a guy on the
first date. It wasn't supposed to go this way. Nothing ever goes the way we
plan, just roll with the punches. I decided right then, that's just what
I'm going to do. Roll with the punches. He was snoring very lightly, it was
peaceful. I was able to adjust us to where he was laying on his stomach and
I was able to get up. I made sure he was fully covered and left to go back
downstairs after picking up our discarded clothes. OCD.

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