Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 18:14:44 -0500 From: Jim 002 Subject: My Peculiar Life My Peculiar Life By jim002@outlook.com Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com Please donate to nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. One When I was sixteen, my mom met a man named Tom MacPherson. I remember the evening I met Tom. Mom had a date and she told me she really liked the man. The doorbell rang. I opened door and saw Tom. I think I fell in love. Tom was a good-looking man. He had dark brown hair, pretty blue eyes, and a moustache. I could tell from the top of his shirt that he had a hairy chest. He struck me immediately as being very masculine, and that appealed to me. "You must be Gary." He walked in. "Unfortunately." That came out unintentionally. What I meant was I wished I was Mom and he was my date. I couldn't say that, of course. "Why unfortunately?" I thought about what to say. "Because Gary is an idiot," I said. Mom says humor is my defense mechanism. I don't know if that is true, but the more nervous I am the more I joke. The man burst out laughing. He held out his hand. "I'm Tom MacPherson." I shook his hand and got an erection. It was not going well. "Hi, Tom. I see you met my son. He's only an idiot sometimes," Mom said. I laughed. "I'll be ready in about five minutes. Traffic was awful. There was a wreck." "Oh, yeah. I heard the freeway was shut down for a while. Take your time. Seriously." "OK. Gary, why don't you take him into the living room and say idiotic things to him." I laughed and Tom joined in. "I'll try. But I usually only say stupid things in months with an 'R' and there's no 'R' in September." Tom laughed and I could hear Mom laugh from the bedroom. We walked into the living room. He smelled great. "Would you like something to drink?" I asked him. "What have you got?" "Coke, 7-Up, orange soda, old-I mean-aged beer." Tom laughed. "Special diet soda, and red wine in a cardboard box." "Why is the beer aged and the diet soda special?" "The beer is left over from when my dad lived with us, years ago." "That is aged! What's with the diet soda?" "Mom won't let me drink it. She's saving it for a special occasion." "What occasion?" "I think if she gets fat." Tom laughed, again. "You do not include me and the word fat in the same sentence," Mom called out. Tom and I laughed. "We also have water that comes out of that thing." I pointed at the kitchen sink. "My mom knows how to operate it. She's very mechanical." Tom laughed for a while. "You know, in only five years, you'll be able to drink that beer," he said to me. I laughed. "You better save it. I think I will have the red wine. To tell you the truth, Gary, I'm very nervous." "So am I. How can a man who looks like you be nervous about anything at all?" His tilted his head and smiled at me. "Is that a compliment?" "Yes." "Thanks, Gary." He put his hand on my shoulder, and I thought my pants would explode. I got a glass, carefully making sure he couldn't see my erection. I filled the glass and handed it to him while trying to face the sink. I thought about trigonometry as I closed the fridge. My erection started to go away. We went into the living room and I sat across from him. I thought I could see the outline of his erection, but I decided it had to be my imagination. When Mom was ready, I asked them if I could get a picture of the two of them. Mom liked the idea a lot. After they left, I jacked off three times looking at Tom. I knew I was gay, and beginning that day, it was Tom I thought about when I jacked off. I had been jacking off to pictures of my dad, who divorced my Mom and left us years earlier. I knew that wasn't normal-wanting my father, and wanting Tom made me feel a little less perverted. Mom and Tom dated for about six months and I loved him. And not just as a potential stepfather. I was very happy when he proposed to Mom. A month later, they were married. His handsome brother Joey was the best man. Tom was a very physical guy, like my dad had been. He hugged me often. Once they were married, he began kissing me on the forehead. When we were standing together, he would put a hand on my shoulder. Sometimes even around my waist. I loved that. When we watched TV together, sometimes he would have me lean against him. I was a little uncomfortable the first time, but I quickly grew to love being so close to him. Mom was very glad we got along so well. Of course all those things kept my dick hard. I was careful to keep my erection from showing, usually by crossing my legs. I was madly in love with him, but I knew he was straight, so I just kept it hidden. Tom was more involved in my school work and activities much more than my real father had been. He went to all my soccer games and he helped me with homework when I needed it. He took me fishing several times. I loved Tom in every way possible, and I knew he loved me. He told me so, regularly. Tom looked great in clothes, but even better out of them. He walked around the house in a pair of shorts and no shirt, when the weather was warm. He had a hairy chest, and hairy arms and legs, like my father, which I loved. He told Mom the hair kept him warm and that unless she let him set the air-conditioner to seventy degrees, he needed to stay cool. She liked to keep the house at seventy-six or seventy-seven degrees. She was cold at lower temperatures. The choice was him going shirtless or her wearing a heavy coat indoors. I was very glad she decided to let him go shirtless. I had many photos of him just wearing shorts, and I jacked off to them. As a matter of fact, I had hundreds of photos of Tom. He seemed glad that I wanted to take pictures of him-sometimes he even suggested it. Once when we were fishing, he took a leak. He asked me if I wanted a picture of him peeing. I did. I could see his dick, and I wanted a picture of it more than just about anything. But I couldn't admit I wanted picture of it. I chickened out. A little while after they married, he bought me a really nice twelve megapixel digital camera. He started wearing a pair of shorts with a lower waist. Every once in a while, I could see the top of his pubic hair in the photos. I jacked off to those photos the most. The photos my new camera took were very high resolution. I could zoom in on his face, and even see the pores in his skin. I could examine his moustache, his eyes, even his nipples in detail. Of course, I spent the most time examining his bulge in the photos. I became a student of Tom's body and I jacked off constantly. I knew Tom was gay-friendly. His brother Joey was gay. I met him when he came to town for the wedding. I liked Joey very much, but I never had the chance to be alone with him. That really disappointed me. I couldn't have Tom, and I thought Joey would be a wonderful substitute. They looked alike. But Joey lived twelve hundred miles away and I never saw him after the wedding reception. Because Joey was gay, when I came out, I told Tom first. He and my mom had been married about a year. We were sitting on the sofa watching a football game. We been sitting side-by-side, but Tom had pulled me against him. Mom was at the grocery store. Tom's hand was on my chest. Every once in a while, he would rub it. I wanted to touch him. To feel the hair on his chest and his muscles. My father had let me do it when I sat on his lap, although that stopped before the divorce. A commercial started. "Tom, I haven't told anyone else, yet, but I'm gay." "Yeah?" "I haven't told Mom, because I don't know how she will take it." He started rubbing my chest again. "Do you think I should tell her now?" "No." One of his fingers found my nipple. He rubbed the nipple gently. "Is my hand bothering you?" "No. It feels wonderful." "I really hoped Joey would move here. I was hoping you and he would get together." "You already knew I'm gay?" "Yes. What did you think about him?" "I didn't get to talk to him alone. I thought he was very handsome." "Would you be interested in a relationship with him?" "He didn't have the slightest interest in me. What's the point?" "He had a lover when he was here." "And now?" "He doesn't." "Oh." That sounded great, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. "Joey is a top. He would want to fuck you." I gasped. "Is this conversation making you uncomfortable? We've never talked about sex before." "No. I'm just surprised. He would? Want to, I mean?" "Yes." "He wasn't interested at all in me." "That's not what he told me." "Really? Are you serious?" "Yes. Very. He liked you and thought you were very cute, but he was trying to keep his relationship going. And you were also a little young to be in a relationship. You didn't say whether you would let him screw you." "I would." "So you are a bottom." "Definitely." "That's good." "Is it?" "Yes. I don't know any men who would want you to fuck them." I gulped. "Do you know a lot of men who-oh, never mind." "What? Tell me. I hope you know by now you can trust me. I love my brother, your mother, and you more than anyone else in the world. You can always tell me anything." He chuckled. "Especially about sex!" "You said you didn't know any men who wanted me to fuck them. Do you know anyone besides Joey who wants to-well, fuck me?" "Yes, I do. I'll make you a list for your birthday." "That's nine months away!" "OK. For Christmas." I laughed. "Gary, I know other things about you." I had no idea what he meant. "I know you jack off looking at pictures of me." I tried to sit up, but he tightened his hold on me. I felt so stupid when I started crying. But I was terrified he would hate me. I was shocked when he kissed the top of my head. "It's OK, Gary. I don't mind. You like the way I look, don't you?" I gulped. "Yes." "You think I'm sexy and you want to have sex with me." I didn't say anything. I closed my eyes. He was still rubbing my chest though, and that calmed me. He didn't seem to mind the way I felt about him. "Yes, Tom. I know I shouldn't but I do. I know you are Mom's." "Gary, I can see the lust in your eyes. Your eyes burn and then you go to your room and beat off thinking about me. You make me feel like the sexiest guy alive, when I'm losing my hair and I'm rapidly approaching middle age. I like feeling sexy. I like having you lust after me. That's why I gave you the camera. The pictures your old camera took were not very good. I wanted you to have good pictures of me." I sniffed. "That's why you gave it to me?" "Yes. I hoped you would like it." "I love it." "I wish I could see more of you," I said, softly. "I know. You will. You want to see my cock, don't you?" "Yes, Tom. I want that very much." I closed my eyes and said the words. "I love you, Tom. It's not just lust. I mean it." "I love you, too." "I don't mean just like that." "You mean you are in love with me." "Yes." "Tilt your head up." I did. Tom kissed me lightly on the lips. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Tom, is something wrong with me? Before I met you, I used to jack off to pictures of-oh, never mind." I couldn't admit it. He might not like me, and I couldn't bear it. "Tell me, please. You can trust me." I sighed. "I used to jack off to pictures of my dad. I wanted him and now I want you. Is something wrong with me?" "Your dad, huh? That's very interesting. "Since I know secrets about you, I will tell you a secret about me. Joey is two years younger than me. When we were still living with our parents, I used to fuck him all the time. I wanted him and he wanted me." I gasped. "So I don't think there is anything wrong with you. Feel better?" "Yes. What all did you do?" "Joey and me?" "Yes." "He sucked my cock at least once a day. As a matter of fact, Joey was sucking me the first time I shot cum. We were both happy when my first load of spunk went in his mouth. He told me he liked the taste of it, so I gave him more about an hour later. I gave it to him every day." "God!" "Are you shocked?" "Yes." "Does it disgust you?" "No." "Joey loved my cock and my cum. He couldn't get enough, and I was very glad. He came for the first time while I was fucking him. We had sex at least once a day, and usually two or three times a day for nine years. Neither of us dated. I had a monogamous gay relationship with my brother. We were both horny teenagers and we had as much sex as we wanted. When we couldn't have sex in the house, because of our parents, we took off on our bikes, and later cars and found private places to have sex. I used to laugh at the boys in high school bragging about 'scoring' with some girl. I scored several times a day." "Wow! Why did you stop?" "I went out of state for college and discovered girls. Joey met a guy and decided he was a top. We still have sex occasionally. The day I married your mother, Joey wanted to suck me in my tuxedo." "Did he?" "I've never said no to him. We snuck into the bathroom at the church. Joey put some paper towels on the floor and knelt. Three or four minutes later, I pumped one more load into my little brother." I gasped. Then Tom whispered in my ear, "I bet you wish you were the one who was on his knees sucking my cock." "Oh, god, Tom! I do! I do!" Tom felt my crotch and found my erection. "I see that! Or feel it. "Anyway, I am very happy that you want me. I want more sex than your mother wants. Twice a week is about all she wants. Would that be enough for you?" "No." "Right. I'm horny all the time. I miss having my cock sucked every day. I miss being able to have sex any time I want with someone I love. Joey never said no to me and in turn, I never said no to him. He wanted sex as much as I did. He needed a cock and we both enjoyed him getting what he needed from mine. Do you need my cock?" I gulped. "Yes, Tom. I do." "Do you want to suck me every day?" "Yes." "Do you want me to fuck you?" "I want that very much." "My cock can make both of us happy. Three of us, if we count your mother. I want you, Gary." Those were words I never thought I would hear from Tom. Tom unbuttoned a button on my shirt and slipped his hand inside. "When did you realize I was gay?" "When I met you that first time. You told me you thought I was very handsome and then you crab-walked to get a glass for the wine, with your back to me the whole time. Then you tried to hand me the glass of wine over your shoulder without spilling it. I was trying hard not to laugh." "I was so hard." "I figured that. By the way, I can always tell when you are hard. It's good that you hide it when your mother is around. Don't bother hiding it when you are with me." Tom kissed the top of my head again. "I want to adopt you, Gary." That pulled me back to the present! I was shocked. That came clear out of the blue. I was seventeen. It never occurred to me. "Why?" "Do you not want it?" "No. I don't mean that. I love you. I just wonder why." "If you are my son, people will expect us to remain close. It will also show people, your mother included, that we love each other. I don't mean sexually." "No. I understand. OK, Dad. Is that what you meant when you said you wanted me?" "I want you in every way, Gare." "I'll be Gary MacPherson." "Yup. If your mother agrees." I felt the hair on his forearm. That arm was wrapped around me. "I love how hairy you are." "I know. I'm glad. Some people don't like it." "My dad was hairy, too. I wonder if that is why I like it." "Do you still miss him?" "I did. I thought we were really close. But I've hardly spoken to him since the divorce." "Yeah. Well, he has his reasons, according to your mother. And it isn't that he doesn't care. It's just complicated." "That's what she tells me. What's so complicated about calling every once in a while?" Tom changed the subject, I thought. "You like my hairy chest. Does it make you hard?" "Yes." "How about your father's?" "Yes. I loved it. He let me play with the hair. I had a crush on Dad. I wanted him the way I want you." Tom chuckled. "Is that funny?" "Yes. You don't know why it's funny, but it is." "Are you going to tell me, or is it complicated?" "Your father had what he called unnatural feelings for you." "What does that mean?" "He wanted you sexually. He went to psychiatrists and psychologists, but they couldn't make the desire for you to end. He and your mother decided to divorce and he keeps contact to a minimum. That's why he has stayed out of your life. You wanted him and he wanted you. It's a shame. You could have made each other happy. But he hated his feelings. It's a shame he never realized his cock could have made his whole family happy, including himself. He could have made three people happy. Instead, he chose to make three people unhappy." "Do you know if he wanted to fuck me?" "Yes. He would be one of the men on Santa's list." "Why is it that everyone wants to fuck me, but I'm still a virgin?" Tom chuckled. He pinched my nipple. "I plan to correct that. I will take your cherry." "Really? Do you swear?" Tom laughed. "'Swear'? Swear? You aren't taking any chances, are you?" "I don't want you to change your mind!" "Yes. I swear I will fuck you, and often." I sighed. "Happy?" "Yes. "Do you think I should admit to my dad that I want him the next time I talk to him?" "He wants the desire to go away. Maybe it has. I don't think telling him would help. It might make him feel more guilty." "Oh, yeah." "Besides, my brother and I will keep you satisfied." "I still have trouble believing he wants me. I have trouble believing you do." "Why do you think I like to hold you in my arms like this? Why I can't keep my hands off you? I knew you were gay when I met you, and I told Joey. Joey told me he would love to fuck you. That was at the wedding reception. I suggested he take you somewhere and do it. What would you have done if suggested it?" "I would probably have done it, but felt guilty because I love you. I thought he was very handsome." "He had a lover then, and he was afraid his lover was cheating on him. That's why he left so quickly. I told him you would be better for him than Glenn. You are a wonderful person and Glenn is an asshole. They broke up about a month ago." "I thought it was a big secret, being gay." "Well, I could tell you wanted me. It never bothered me. You reminded me of Joey when he was your age, and that just made my dick hard. That first time I met you, in the kitchen, you were trying not to let me see you were hard, but you were showing me your ass. You have a nice ass. I got hard. I tried to show it to you in the living room. "I thought it was my imagination." "No. I made you hard and you made me hard. I often think about you when I jack off." "You jack off?" "Yes. I told you your mother only wants sex twice a week. "Gare, I don't want you to feel guilty if you do have sex with Joey. You make me happy. I would like for him to be happy, too." "I could make three people happy instead of two." "Exactly! By the way, your mother and I have talked about the possibility of you being gay. I didn't tell her that you are gay, but I did tell about how badly my parents reacted when Joey came out. She wants to be more understanding than they were. "Do you want to have sex with Joey? He's available." I thought about it. "Yes, I think so. I don't know him enough to say I want a relationship, but I would love to have sex with a handsome man and he is handsome." "If a relationship develops between you, I will be glad. I hope you won't think less of me for this, but I would enjoy watching the two of you have sex. The thing is, I love your mother, and while I plan to have sex with you, I don't know how often we will be able to arrange it. Hopefully every day, but who knows when our schedules will change and make things difficult?" I nodded. "Joey, on the other hand could have sex with you all the time. I have you and your mother. Joey needs someone. He is lonely and unhappy." "Will Joey let me continue to have sex with you if we get together?" "Yes, but I will make sure he understands how I feel about you. How we feel about each other. Like I said, Joey is very depressed right now. You could cheer him up." "I'm sorry he's depressed. Is it because of his lover?" "Yeah." "I would like to help." "You are a good man, Gary. Son." Tom reached over for the phone. He dialed a number. "Joey?" "Have you been drinking?" "Gary came out to me a few minutes ago. He admitted that he-" Gary put his hand over the receiver. "I'm not going to tell him you are in love with me, right now. He thinks no one loves him." "That's fine-Dad." Tom grinned at me. "That he thinks you are hot," Tom said to his brother. I wished I could hear what Joey was saying. "Yeah. He thinks I'm hot, too. No, not yet. Yeah, he's a bottom. Yes, he wants you to fuck him. He was sorry you left so soon after the wedding reception. He was hoping something might develop between the two of you." Tom winked at me. I looked down and saw he was hard. I could see the outline of his erection. I reached out and touched it. Tom didn't stop me. I felt his stiff dick, and Tom just spread his legs. He reached over and felt my erection. "No. Gary likes older men," Tom said. "I'm telling you he wants you to fuck him! Yes. Well, he's groping me right now, and he seems to be enjoying himself." "I do and I am!" I said, loudly. Tom chuckled. "You hate your job. You have nothing there. Quit and move here, please!" Tom didn't say anything for a while. "I would have to ask Eve about that. I can't just say yes." "Yes. She's at the grocery store. I will ask her when she gets home." We heard her car. "She's home. I'll call you back in a few minutes. Bye." Tom hung up and took my hand off his dick. "Gotta take a leak and get rid of this." He grabbed his bulge. He got up and walked to the bathroom. I went to the garage to help Mom carry the groceries into the house. "Hi, Gare. How is the game?" Mom asked. "Fine." I wasn't all that crazy about football. I didn't care who won. "The grocery store was empty. It was great. It's going to be packed after the game," Mom said. I reached into the back seat and got four bags. I carried them into the kitchen. "Hey, babe," Tom said. He kissed Mom. I went back to the garage and got the rest of the groceries. When I got to the kitchen, I heard Mom say to Tom, "Oh, that's a shame." "I'm trying to convince him to move here, but he doesn't want to move here with no job and no place to live," Tom said. "Would you consider letting him stay with us for a while?" "I guess so. Gary, would you mind if Joey lives with us for a while?" "No. Not at all." "It might take him a long time to find a job, though. I don't want him living with us permanently." "Oh, I know that. He's too independent to want to live here long." Mom nodded. "Sure. He can live with us, as long as it isn't over-hmm." Mom tapped her nose as she thought. "-seven or eight months." "Oh, babe! Thank you! I will make sure he contributes something. He likes to cook, if you want him to take over that. Or he can clean house, do the laundry, the shopping, whatever." "Wow! A live in housekeeper! I may never want him to move!" Tom kissed Mom. "I have one more difficult question," Tom said. "Would you let me adopt Gary?" Mom's mouth dropped open. She looked at me. I smiled. "Are you sure? Have you given it a lot of thought?" "Yes." "Well, Steve will be glad to stop paying child support, although it would end soon, anyway. Gary, how do you feel? And be honest." "I love the idea. I know I shouldn't, but I love Tom more than Dad." Tom hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. "OK! Sure. But why, Tom?" Mom asked. "I love Gary. He's a great kid. He's not a kid, but he is probably the only child I will ever have." Mom wasn't able to have any more. She had a hysterectomy when they found a tumor in her uterus. "I wish he had grown up with me, but I want him in the rest of my life. As my son, he will be. As my stepson, I'm not so sure. If he's my son, he will automatically be my beneficiary when I die, and there are other reasons." "I think that if Gary likes the idea-" "I do, Mom." "Then let's do it!" She hugged Tom. "Let's have some special diet soda to celebrate!" I said. Mom and Tom laughed. "Come on, Gare. Let's give Joey the good news." Tom took my hand and we walked back to the den. We sat and Tom took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He whispered, "Now that you will be my son, you get to handle the family jewels." I laughed and groped him. I stopped quickly, though. Mom could join us. Tom called Joey, this time on his cellphone. He told him he could live with us until he got a job. He told him he would have to contribute to the housework. Tom handed me the phone. "Hi, Joey," I said. "Hello, Gary. Is it true what Tom said, that you like the way I look?" That was easy to answer. Joey looked like Tom and I thought Tom was the sexiest man alive. "Yes, Joey. Does it bother you that I'm so much younger than you?" "No. Not a bit. My ex-asshole was twenty-one. But do you want someone who is so much older?" "Yes." "I wish now I had stuck around after the wedding reception." "I do, too. I really wanted to be with you. Not only did I like you, but you are just my type." "I had no idea. What is your type?" "Dark hair, hairy, hunky." "Tom said you are a bottom. Are you sure?" "Well, I want to get-you know-" He chuckled. "Yeah, I know." "And I have no desire to, uh, do it. I'm pretty sure." "My brother is trying to play matchmaker. I will even be living with you. Are you sure that's what you want?" "No. I'm not sure at all. But I liked you, and I want to get to know you better." "Fair enough. It was a dumb question. Of course you aren't sure. Well, there's no pressure, but if you need dick, you'll know where to find it." "I do need it. I really, really need it." "Good." He laughed. "Because I am horny as hell! And I do remember how horny I was at your age." "When can you get here?" "I'm not sure. There's a lot to do." I nodded. I was sure there was. "Do you want me to hurry?" "Well, I wish you were here." "I'll take that as a yes." "I'm going to distract your mother," Tom said to me as he got up. I smiled at him. I could speak more freely. "Are you hairy like Tom? I love how hairy he is." I hadn't seen Joey without a shirt, but his arms were hairy. "Yes. He and I are very similar. I'm glad you like it. For some reason, I keep dating guys who hate it." "Well, I love it. I really like hairy men. Hardly any of the guys my age are hairy. Just seeing a hairy chest makes my dick hard." "Then it's good. I guess your dick will be hard all the time. But I will take care of it." I grinned. "Are you a virgin?" I didn't know what to say. I thought for a second. "I am now. I don't know if I will be when you get here." "Hmm. You mean Tom." "Yes. Do you mind?" "How can I mind? Why should I mind? We aren't lovers. Maybe we will be, but we aren't now." "You are going to be my uncle. Will that matter to you?" "What do you mean?" "Tom is adopting me." "Seriously?" "Yes, I'm really happy about it." "Are you asking me if I will stop fucking you once I am your uncle?" "Yeah." "No. The hint of incest will just make my cock harder. Did Tom tell you about him and me?" "Yes. Even about the restroom at the church." "Do you like the taste of his spunk as much as I do?" "I haven't tasted it yet." "Just tell him you want some. Tom never says no." "Tom loves you very much. Do you still love him?" "Yes, but I'm not in love with him anymore. Are you worried that he and I will become lovers again?" I didn't even think of that. "I wasn't, but now I am." "Well, don't. We are both tops. We both need a bottom." "Oh, good." He laughed. "I'm really glad you think it's good. "You know, when we were growing up, Tom used to tell me all the time how glad he was that I needed his cock. That my need made us both happy. I'll be glad if you need mine. "I do! God, I do!" "You'll have it, I promise you." "Let me talk to Tom." "He's talking to my mom. I'll tell him to call you." "Thanks. I will see you soon. And Gary?" "Yes." "My ex wanted me to shave my chest. I did it for years. I finally got tired of it. I'm very glad I won't have to do it again." "Do you have a moustache or a beard?" "I could grow either one. Would you like that?" "Yes. But not if you don't want it." "No. It's fine. As long as I'm not working, it's a good time to grow one. Will it make your dick hard?" I laughed, nervously. "Yes. I love Tom's moustache." "I'll grow one." "Thanks. Um, Joey?" "Yes." "Will you email me a picture of you?" He chuckled. "I would be delighted. Would you like to see all of me?" "Very much." "Will you jack off looking at me?" "Yes." "What's your email address?" I gave it to him. "Do you have a cellphone?" "Yes." I gave him my number. "I better go. I need to start deciding what I am going to keep and put in storage. I want to be with you soon, baby. You've got needs, and I want to be the man who meets them. My cock is going to make us both happy." "It sure will make me happy!" Joe laughed. "Bye, baby." "Bye, Joe." I hung up. I wondered how I felt about being called his baby. I decided I liked it. If you liked it and would like to read more, please let me know. My other stories: Almost Perfect It Must Be Fate