Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2020 17:49:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: All for Terry (35)

This story is different than i normally write. It's a love
story. My first.

I was going through some old boxes of things and found some
adult magazines I used to have.  I hadn't seen them in years.
As I went through them I saw a wrapped package and there were a few more
in there. But these were covered in plastic. The guy in the cover of
them, I had actually met a few times. Before I knew who he was of course.
But I always thought he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.

As I mentioned, I had actually met him a few times. It turns that we had
worked in the same building. And it wasn't until sometime later that I
found he was the guy in my magazines.
This story is for him. A kind of 'What if' story about a guy I wanted for
many years, but fate never made that fantasy come true.

This is for Terry. Where ever he may be.

Enjoy....
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All for Terry
(Chapter 35)
... Trying to Reconnect...


... I got home that evening late. Because of my getting to work late I
stayed later. Besides I had a lot if things on my desk. And I wanted to
get through all of them.
I stopped someplace to pick up some food as I was too roted to cook
something at home. And I planned to get to bed early. I was super tired
from the night before. The night I had very little sleep.
I got home and then ate. I didn't even turn on the TV. U would go to bed
early, read a little and hopefully crash out and finally sleep. I got to
my room and looked at the shambles that was my bed. I had obviously
forgotten to make before I left that morning.

"Oh well" I said
"Will make it easy to just crawl into bed."

And I did. I climbed into bed and grabbed a book I had stopped reading
some time back. Determined to get back to it. Hoping I could pick it up
and remember what the story was about. I knew it was about vampires as I
was strangely fascinated with them. I quickly got back into the book and
read a dozen pages. But I started to feel slumber begin to creep in..
I put the book down and got up. It was to brush my teeth and get some
water. First teeth..back and forth with the electric toothbrush. The
buzzing sound filling the bathroom. I glanced at myself for a moment. I
did look very tired.
I then went to get water. And that's when I saw the box of things I had
pulled out the other day for Terry. It was still there. I knew he didn't
want the other items. But I hoped (or not hoped) he had taken his shirt.

"Its still here" I said
"He forgot it"

I picked up the folded shirt. Then pulled the shirt up to my face. To my
nose. Then I inhaled. Taken in his scent. The scent that was still on the
shirt, even after all this time. I folded it and places it back next to
the box. I then went to get my water for bed. I decided instead to make
some tea to calm me. My heart was thumping and aching again.
And that's where I saw the note from this morning. I picked it up and saw
his writing again. 'Call me' it said at me again. And then I noticed the
number on it. Terry's number. At first I wondered why he gave me the
number. But then I remembered that I had deleted his phone number some
time back.

It had been when I was trying to get myself back together. And my boss
suggested I do it.

"You will never be free of his hold until you do it" She had said

I didn't want to, but I sat and stared At my old phone for a while. Just
looking at the number that was his. I remembered the last four numbers
quite easily for some reason. '5233' but the rest fails me now.
But yes I had deleted Terry's number. Dumping in to the trash of my
phone. Trying to tell myself I was over it all. That I could move on from
him. Even though I was completely wrong. I was never to move past from
what i felt for Terry. My heart was his from day one and always would
be.

"I did delete it" I said as I grabbed my phone
"But here it is again"

And it was the same number too. Those last four numbers that had been
burned into my head seemed almost bolder in his script. Then I just
looked at the writing. His writing. It was almost beautiful. And the
familiar ache returned.

"And there goes my heart again" I said to myself.
"Why does he have such a hold on me"

I punched in the numbers one by one. Taking in breaths at each number it
seemed. And my heart began to thump in my chest. Like the first time we
had started to talk. My nerves at a heightened freak out mode.
The phone rang once, twice. And then started a third when he answered.
And there was he beautiful voice.

"Hello?" He asked

I was silent. Not able to get any words out. Fear and many other emotions
running through me. Then as he asked again I just hung up. I just
couldn't. I took on a deep sigh as I put down the phone. Then many hard
breaths. I just had no idea what to do. I couldn't seem to talk to him.
So I sat there for a bit. Just breathing again..trying Just to calm my
heart down. And then my phone rang. I liked at it and then the number. It
was the number I just dialed, so it was him. I knew I had to answer it.
So on the second ring I did.

"Hello" I said softly
"Hello. Did you just call me?" he asked

Then he asked of it was me and I replied with a yes as well. Then he
asked if I was okay. That I sounded odd.

"No. Just.. I started to say
"Just saw your note and.."
"Well I glad you called baby" he replied
"I hoped you would."

I wasn't sure what to say as I was still scared and trying to calm myself
from this new call. So I just said that I wanted to hear his voice. That
I liked that we talked. But he had still forgotten his shirt.
He said that he would pick it up when ever I wanted him to. Then he just
came out and asked me to dinner.

"Can I take you out to dinner baby?" He asked
"I really want to restart what we had"
"I really do. So is it okay?"

I thought about it. Was unsure if I was wanting to push it. But I sop
missed him. And just hearing his voice on the line reminded me of how
much so. And I did want to get back to where we had left off after our
trip. Ignoring what happened after. Hoping that he was serious about
trying to fix this. So I said yes to it.
He said he could come up near me and go anywhere I wanted to go. I said
back that whatever he wanted was fine. Just nothing special. I didn't
want an expensive meal. I didn't because I really wasn't sure how much I
would eat. So he suggested I come down and we could go to that pier were
he was me again. There was a pizza place there on the pier. And we could
walk the boardwalk and beach

"And if you want.." He continued
"You can bring a few things and stay at my place the night"

I heard him and quickly mulled it all over. Not really saying anything

"You don't have to" he then said
"Its just so you don't have to drive"
"I promise nothing weird"
"I just want to see you"
"Okay?"

I sighed and then saud okay back. I heard his sigh of relief over the
phone. Then he said "good. We will do it Friday. Okay?" I again said
okay. Then he suggested I get some sleep. Then said he would see me
Friday. I agreed softly and prepared to hang up. But he said that he did
care for me just before hanging up

"I care deeply for you you know" he said
"I know" I said back.
"I do too Terry"
"More than you could ever know"

Then he said good night and we both hung up. I sat there and looked at
the phone for a bit. Then I grabbed my tea and headed for bed. I grabbed
the box and took it into the room with me. I crawled into bed and and
brought his shirt up with me. That and the magazine's. I wanted to see
his face again. So I opened the one up and looked at the main image.
There he was, my Terry. In all his perfect beauty, sitting there in the
centerfold image. One of the sexiest images of a man I had ever seen.
His body was stunning as ever in it. Even more so as I studied his firm
again. His shoulders as he sat the. Strong and manly shoulders. His sexy
almost stern and serious look as he gazed at the camera. Letting all know
he was pure man. I gotcha the image at his gorgeous chest. The dense but
hot heavy blonde furs covered his chest and down his belly.
I grabbed his shirt and inhaled him again. It was still there a sift yet
distance smell if him from so long ago. When he laid down with me the
last time.

"Oh my Terry" I sighed
"How I want to feel you again"
"To touch you again"
"To kiss you again."

I reached down and felt for my dick. It was getting hard at the thought
of him, at the uncertain but viable hope that some how we could reconnect
and be as one again.
I looked at that sexiest if sexiest image as my beautiful man sat there.
On the chair he was place upon. One leg up and stretched away as his
hands reached down and grabbed at his equipment, his big perfect balls.
And his semi arrest cock. It may there next to his strong hand and
against his thigh.
I  pulled the magazine's closer as I wanted to kiss his image. As this
was the only closeness I had at the moment. I kissed at his chest and his
muscular arm. Licking my lips and I pulled in my hard dick with my other
hand.

"Hmm fuckk. Terry. By beautiful Terry" I moaned
"I love you soo much"

I felt the tears begin to pool again in my eyes just fir that longing.
But even with it I imaged the missed pleasure if feeling him I side me
again. No one had ever made me feel so complete in all.my life as the
brief time with him.
My hand moved faster on myself as I groaned for him. Calling out to the
cosmos and out into the heavens to bring me to him again. And all the
sensations and smells filling me at that moment. That and just gazing at
the man and the entirety of his magnificence pulled me to the edge of no
return. And i cried our to him. Begging him to live me again as I blew
out a heavy orgasm. All for him.

"Terry. Ohh God Terry" I shouted

The tears exploded from me as I finished my orgasm. And I then lay there
on my bed spent from the strange and lonely pleasure I had just given my
self in his name.
And as I cried softly for him. I knew then and there that I could not
even find a love greater than the love i had for Terry. That I knew if he
somehow decided in all this that he would not want me. Even though he was
trying to fix what was left if our relationship. That if after it all I
was not who he wanted that I would be alone and broken as I have been now
for some time.

"I cannot love anyone else" I said softly to his image next to me.
"For no one can fill my heart as you have"
"You are my all Terry"
"You are my all"

I then wiped my tears and kissed his image again. A soft oh so loving
kiss that no one else could have from me. Then I closed the magazine's
and placed then back in the box. His shirt lie next to me in the bed
again. So I can smell him next to me, even if he really wasn't.
My dreams again filled with his face. The beauty of his face. There just
inches from me. My hands reaching to touch him again, to feel his face
and lips. But always just put of my reach some how.

"I love you" I called to the image in my dreams....
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To be continued