Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2011 11:11:47 -0500 (EST)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: Surprise Guest Chapter 3

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To the readers: If you are too young to read this story involving
male-to-male sex, or it is prohibited where you live, please stop reading
now.

This chapter contains no male-to-male sex.  The characters have trusted
each other, so no protection was used.  Only those whom you can trustshould
ever be allowed this privilege.  Protect!  Protect!  Protect!

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 Surprise Guest

Chapter Three

    Ralph awoke with the strange sensation of holding someone in his arms.
Of course, it was Jean.  Jean, who knew how to cuddle, to caress, and to
make love.  Jean gave him his first blow job and he liked it very much.

    Ralph realized that he had done nothing to please Jean.  Ralph had
never had a blow job before, let alone given one.  He needed to learn how
to suck cock properly, as Jean had done to his cock.  When Jean awoke,
Ralph determined to suck Jean's cock.

    Meanwhile, Ralph wondered what the future held.  He had lived alone so
long, since Louise's death, that he had not planned for any guests.  Ralph
was no cook.  Since Louise's death, he had pretty much given up cooking,
and relied on frozen dinners.  He hoped there was something in the freezer
that Jean would like.

    Living in the heart of the "Salad Bowl Country," where much of the
nation's lettuce was grown,and where good salad materials were available
year `round, Ralph usually had the makings for a good salad.

    And, of course, there was always pie in the refrigerator.  Mary's
Coffee Shop was also a bakery, and baked its own pies and cakes.  Ralph
didn't care much for most cake, but he had always liked pie.  Louise was a
fine pie baker.  After she died, he was lucky to discover Mary's pies.

    Mary's Coffee Shop had been a life saver for him after Louise died.  He
had been sitting at home, not going out, not seeing anyone, just staying
inside and grieving.  One morning he looked in the refrigerator, and there
was no milk, no orange juice, no eggs, no bread, nothing to eat.  He had
already had a cup of instant coffee, and it was not very good.  He decided
to go out for breakfast.  The only place open in the morning on a weekend
was Mary's Coffee Shop, so to Mary's he went.

    Helen was the waitress on duty that morning.  She was the mother of one
of his students, so he vaguely remembered her.  She greeted him warmly by
name, and said she was glad to see him again.  She handed him a menu, then
asked if he would like some coffee.  He replied, "Oh, yes.  A good cup of
coffee.  I haven't any for a long time, since...."  He paused and turned
his face away.

    Mary reached her hand forward, patted his hand, and said.  "We were all
sorry that Mrs. Johansen died.  She was a fine woman.  And kind, too.  I
remember one time when I showed up at a potluck at school with a cake that
didn't turn out well at all.  I was ashamed to bring it, but I didn't have
time to bake another.

    "Mrs. Johansen gave me a big smile, received my cake and said, `We have
so many cakes already.  May I just sit it on the back shelf until we have
room for it?'

    "I'm sure I gave a big sigh of relief, and told her, "`Thank you.  It
didn't turn out well.  Maybe you could just lose it.` I remember that she
just smiled.  She was always smiling and encouraging.  And, I never did see
that cake again."

    Helen laughed a hearty laugh, and Ralph found himself laughing for the
first time in a long, long time.

    Helen turned a coffee cup upright in its saucer, reached for a pot of
coffee, and poured Ralph a cup.  She asked if Ralph wanted cream and sugar,
or imitation sugar.  Ralph thanked her and said, "No, I just like coffee,
not all the additions."  Helen again laughed her hearty laugh and turned to
seat another customer.

    Ralph looked at the menu, and decided he wanted to have a big breakfast
of eggs, bacon and pancakes.  Louise wouldn't have approved, but Ralph had
been eating poorly, and losing weight.  She would have approved his choice,
if reluctantly.  He told Helen his choice, and she just smiled and turned
away, but not before she found parts of the newspaper for him to read while
he waited for his order.

    He looked at the front page of "The San Francisco Chronicle", surprised
to see how the news had changed since he last read a paper.  The sports
section was in the pile of paper Helen had brought him.  He was surprised
to find his beloved Giants were in second place.  They had gained their
position while he wasn't reading a paper.  Time to find out how the
competition was doing.

    Ralph's breakfast arrived, and he read as he ate.  When the platter was
empty, his stomach so full he couldn't drink another drop of the good
coffee, Ralph called for his check.  When Helen approached, he handed her a
ten-dollar bill and said, "Keep the change.  You'll see more of me."

    And she did see more of him.  Almost every morning Ralph came in for
his breakfast, and to read the paper.  You could set your clock by Ralph's
arrival at 9 a.m.  He always told Helen, "The usual," and she brought him
the same eggs, bacon and pancakes every morning.  When she was off on
Sundays, her daughter substituted for her, but she wasn't as good a
waitress as Helen.  He still laid a ten-dollar bill on the counter as he
got up to leave the restaurant.

    Ralph thought how unpredictable life is: If he hadn't been at Mary's
Coffee Shop when Jean came in, he might never have met him.  Poor Jean, if
nobody else took him in, he would probably have gotten pneumonia.  With
pneumonia, the ambulance crew would have taken him to the hospital 15 miles
north.  Jean might never have returned to town, and Ralph might never had
the chance to know him.

    Ralph gave Jean a tender caress with his free hand, stroking his smooth
chest, then his hair.  Jean was a good-looking man, though a bit pale, and
still tired from his night of shivering in the damp cold.  Ralph leaned
over an kissed Jean tenderly on the forehead.  Jean began to stir, and
Ralph softly spoke, "There, there sweetie.  Just go back to sleep.  You're
warm and safe in my arms."

    Jean moved even closer to Ralph, sighed and settled down to more good
sleep.  Ralph closed his eyes and fell asleep.  He was at rest, for the
first time in a long, long time.

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