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Just A Story

By: DG Hear



I never know where to post these stories. Mine usually fit in three or four subject matters. I want to thank my editors, 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for their making my stories easier to read.

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I was sitting at one of my old watering holes, drinking with a few friends talking about our lives. I was having ginger ale, while my buddies drank beer. I had a kidney removed last year and the doctor said it would probably be wise to cut back on the alcohol. We were all truckers who met up at the bar when we got back from some of our runs. We'd all been divorced at least once, a couple at least twice. We would just sit around and tell a few jokes and have our beverage of choice, mine being the damn ginger ale.

Joe told us he had a new doctors' joke. We had a habit of picking on the medical profession or lawyers. Joe began his joke:

A guy named, Sam, returns from the doctor and tells his wife that the doctor has told him that he has only 24 hours to live. Given the prognosis, Sam asks his wife for sex. Naturally, she agrees, so they make love. 

About 6 hours later, the husband goes to his wife and says, "Honey, you know I now have only 18 hours to live. Could we please do it one more time?" Of course, the wife agrees, and they do it again. 

Later, as the man gets into bed, he looks at his watch and realizes that he now has only 8 hours left. He touches his wife's shoulder and asks, "Honey, please... just one more time before I die." 

She says, "Of course, Dear," and they make love for the third time. After this session, the wife rolls over and falls to sleep. Sam, however, worried about his impending death, tosses and turns, until he's down to 4 more hours. He taps his wife, who rouses. "Honey, I have only 4 more hours. Do you think we could..."

At this point the wife sits up and says, "Listen, Sam, I have to get up in the morning... you don't."

"Not bad, Joe, not bad at all," I said as we all laughed.

"My turn," said Bill, as he began his joke:

A man went to the dental surgeon to have a tooth pulled. The dentist pulls out a freezing needle to give the man. "No way! No needles! I hate needles!" the patient said. The dentist starts to hook up the laughing gas and the man again objects. "I can't do the gas thing - the thought of having the gas mask on is suffocating to me!" The dentist then asks if the man has any objection to taking a pill. "No," the patient says, "I am fine with pills". The dentist then returns and says, "Here is a Viagra tablet." The patient says, "Wow - I didn't know Viagra worked as a pain pill!" "It doesn't," said the dentist, "but it will give you something to hold onto when I pull your tooth out..."

We were all laughing. It was my turn to tell a joke when Joe looked over at the door and said, "Holy shit! What a knockout just walked through the door. Damn, is she nice!"

I turned around to see what Joe was looking at. I said, "Oh, shit," as the beautiful woman walked over to our table. Her escort waited by the front door. I looked at her closely; she was a beauty.

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I guess I should go back to the beginning and let you know what all has transpired over the last twenty plus years. Go back to my college days. I don't want to brag but I kind of have to so you get an idea of the situation at the time. I played sports and could have had a football scholarship, but instead I had a full ride academic one. I had brains, lot of brains, but lacked common sense. I worked out regularly so I did have a decent physique. I was considered a good catch since I entered college as a medical student. Life was going good and was right on track.

I was somewhat of a party animal. I never lacked for female companions. At one particular party I eyed a new girl. She was looking good in her mini skirt. I went up to her and asked her to dance. I pulled her in real close so I could feel her breasts against me. She was one hot little lady. I spend the next two hours with us drinking and dancing. She was pretty much up for grabs when I started kissing her. I would rub her back and slide my hands down to her ass. I guided her into another room and sat down in a straight-back chair. She watched me as I undid my belt buckle and unzipped by pants and pulled my hard cock out.

She knew what was about to happen when she moved forward. She didn't even remove her panties but pulled them to one side, baring her pussy. Just as she was lowering herself on my stiff pole, she asked me if I had a condom. I told her I would pull out if she wanted. It was too late to stop and put on a rubber. She felt great as she rode my cock. It was only a matter of a few minutes when I shot my load deep into her. She grabbed me around the neck and held on tight, climaxing at the same time as me.

When we were finished, she climbed off my lap, said, "I'll see you around," smiled and then left. It was a good fuck, nothing more, nothing less. I later learned her name was Marie. She was a sophomore at the university. I didn't see her around for a couple of months when one day she showed up outside one of my classrooms. "Rob, I'm pregnant," she said.

Now I didn't even know this girl. I never even dated her; we just had sex the one time at a party. I asked her what she wanted from me. She told me she could get an abortion for two thousand dollars. She didn't have any money at all. She wanted to know if I could pay for it.

I'm really not a bad sort. I'm not. I did ask her if she was sure it was mine and she said she was positive. If I wanted the baby she would carry it to term, get a DNA test done, then I could have a child.

I was scared shitless; I had no idea what to do. I didn't want to be a dad, or marry a woman I didn't even know. I told her I would get the money for the abortion but, after that, I didn't want to see her again.

She agreed and I went to look for ways to get the money. I couldn't ask my parents. They'd shit if I told them about this. I remember one way of getting money quick. I didn't want to do it, but I was out of options. There was a guy that kept asking if I could get him drugs. He had a cocaine habit, but had the money to pay. I approached him and told him I could get him what he needed. The only problem was he had to buy a large amount. I needed to make two grand on this deal. He balked a little but as I was walking away he agreed. We made a deal for the next evening. He showed me the cash and we headed to one of the big-time dealers. When we went to the door, the dealer wouldn't deal with my man. He told me he would only deal with me.

I explained this to my mark - that's what we call the guy I was buying for. I explained he had to give me the cash, I would go in and get his drugs, come back out and give him his drugs and we could all go our own way. He was a little reluctant at first but handed me the cash. Damn, such easy money, a hundred per cent profit. I got the drugs and came out and handed it to my mark. 

"Here's your drugs. Hope they're as good as you expected."

We shook hands and I went back to the dorm.

The next day I met Marie and handed her the two thousand dollars and we split. I went back to my dorm and was greeted by two narcotic agents along with my mark, the buyer. He was working with the Feds. I was cooked. I was left in a boat without a paddle. I was sunk. They had all the evidence they needed.

I was taken into custody and booked. I never even asked to post bond. What for? It would just delay the inevitable. I was found guilty and was sentenced to eighteen months for a first offense. The amount of drugs made my sentence longer. I lost it all. My family wanted no more to do with me. I lost my full ride scholarship, and of course, got kicked out of college since I couldn't attend since I was in lockup. As I said earlier, I was a brain with no common sense.

I did my time and was out in a little over a year for good behavior. I had nothing except the clothes on my back and a few hundred dollars I made in prison. I went looking for a job. I found some construction day work. It was hard work but at least I was working. I got a shitty little apartment with weekly rates. I didn't have a phone, but I had no one to call anyway. It did have a TV but the color sucked. At least I had something to watch.

I saw an advertisement for a truck driver's school. It was just down the road from my apartment. I went the next day and took their pre-test to see if I had any brains. I had that silly test done in minutes. Needless to say I passed and started taking the driving school course. It took me about a month before I was able to get my driver's license, and then later, my CDL license. I was ready to start driving the trucks.

I began getting all the short shit routes. It was alright with me, as long as I got paid. I got better and better and eventually I was doing pretty damn good! I was making a pretty good living and putting some money aside so I could get a car and a better place to live.

It took me a good six months to get comfortable with my life. I found a better apartment and got myself a used car. I was actually proud of myself. It had been nearly two years since I was arrested and was back out on my own. Even the parole officer was rather proud of me. I was just about done seeing him also. He told me to keep my nose clean and stay out of trouble. I had every intention of following his advice.

I was trying to get some of the over-the-road trips. I had nothing tying me down and I figured I might as well travel some. It was working out pretty good for me. I bought a used mobile home and put it in a mobile home park. Now when I wasn't on the road I had my own little place. There were a lot of fairly loose women in the park. If I was home, I wasn't without a female visitor. I used to think that men cheated on their spouses, but I don't know anymore. Over half the woman I had sex with were married. I do have to say the married women seemed to be a better fuck. I really don't know why but they seemed to put more into it.

It might have something to do with being bad, letting another man have them while their husbands were working. Hell, sometimes their husbands were home. I didn't think much about it. I wasn't the most moral guy out there. I never forced a woman to do anything she didn't want to do. I liked to fuck and if a woman, either single or married, came to me, I had sex with her.

One day I went to the store to pick up some beer and snacks when I saw a woman I knew. I froze for a moment. It was Marie and she was pushing a baby in a stroller. I walked up to her and it shocked the shit out of her.

"Hello, Marie, long time no see. I see you have a little one with you. Is she yours?" I could see it was a cute little girl about two years old.

"Rob, please don't do anything crazy," she said.

That was when I realized that she never had the abortion that I went to prison for. "Marie, did you have the abortion?"

"No, I couldn't. I felt her inside of me and didn't want to abort her. Don't worry; no one knows who the dad is. I didn't put any name down on her birth certificate. I told them her father had died. Please don't hurt us, no one will ever know. In fact I'm getting married and my fiancé promised to adopt Kaylee. I named her Kaylee. Please don't hurt us."

"Marie, I have no intention of hurting you. I will not interfere in anyway with your life or your baby's. In fact, I wish you the best in your upcoming marriage. What's your fiancé doing and what's his name?"

"His name is Al - Al Kindle. He has a good job as an accountant. He has a son who's five. He and his wife have been divorced for two years. He knows about you, but not who you are. I told him it was just a one time thing with a guy at a party. I even mentioned I had too much to drink."

"Marie, you're a very pretty woman and deserve a good life. I wish you and your family the best. I promise not to interfere in your's or Kaylee's life." With that said I walked away and got in my car. 

I was not going to try and hurt Marie for doing what she felt was right. She did tell me she used the money to buy some starter things for her baby. Children's services paid for the delivery.

I went back to my mobile home. One of the neighbor women came over and we got into the mood and started having sex. She was divorced and worked at one of the local grocery stores. She was nice enough and definitely a good lay. I asked her if she wanted to get married. She was so surprised and she agreed to get hitched. I had a truck going to Las Vegas the following week so she took a week off and went with me. 

I don't know why I did it. In the back of my mind it probably had something to do with Marie and Kaylee. Maybe I wanted to be a father. I don't know but Julie and I did head west and got hitched.

Overall, life wasn't so bad. I still drove a truck and Julie worked at the store. We had sex every time I was home. I was on the road usually five days and then had like three days off and then headed out again. Julie didn't seem to mind one way or the other. Needless to say, on one of the trips back through our area I decided to stop at our home and surprise Julie two days early. She was surprised, as was I. She was fucking her ex-husband on our couch. I walked over and grabbed the candy ass and picked him up, hit him once in the mid-section and literally threw him out the door. He was naked from the waist down. His once jaunting hard-on was now a soft hanging prick.

All this time Julie was crying and screaming how sorry she was and would never do it again. I gave her five minutes to get the fuck out of my home or I'd throw her out just like I did her boyfriend.

"Let me explain Rob; I made a mistake, I love you," she blubbered.

"Love, your fucking ass; you don't know what love is. Now, get the fuck out of my house. I'll be gone back on the road tomorrow. You can come back and get any of your personal belongings. If you take anything of mine, I'll fucking come after you."

She quickly put on her pants and grabbed her purse. I saw she also grabbed her boyfriend's pants before walking out. Guess his wallet was in it.

The marriage lasted almost two years. It was never much of a marriage anyway. I didn't know what I was thinking. Sometimes you just get lonely and do stupid things. I told myself I wouldn't make that mistake again.

Life was back to normal. I drove my truck over the road; I liked the long distance trips. Lots of things to see and lots of women from different states. One day when I got back I was reading the local paper and having a beer. It showed a picture of a line of little girls who were probably ages five to seven dancing on stage. It was nothing new to see pictures of local people in a small town paper. What caught my eye was that under the pictures was the name of the little girls. One was Kaylee Kindle. Holy shit, that was my little girl. I had no right to call her that, but it was her.

I checked to see when the recital was and read that it was that night. I decided to go; I don't know why, just some fatherly instinct or something. I got a ticket at the door. Five dollars to see a bunch of kids jump up and down. Was I out of my mind? The place was crowded so I sat toward the back. I looked around and spotted Marie with her husband. I wanted to make sure she didn't see me. After all, I wanted to keep my promise. 

In one of my trips out west I bought a great little digital camera. I decided to take a couple of photos of Kaylee if I could figure out which one was her. Luckily, before each group of girls did their group dance, the moderator announced the name of each girl and she stepped forward and back. Now I knew which one was Kaylee. She was in three different numbers and had on a different costume for each one. I must have snapped twenty pictures of her. I could always sort them out later and keep the ones I wanted. I was so proud of her. She did great doing her little dance steps. I had tears in my eyes as she danced. As soon as it was over I left quickly out the side entrance.After that day I decided to get the newspaper delivered. I let them mount up and then read through them when I was home. I followed the life of my little girl, always at a distance and never interfered. I decided to grow facial hair as kind of a disguise. I even wore a cowboy hat. I didn't even recognize me, but I looked kind of rugged.

This was my new life, the truck driver and the shadow at my daughter's events. Throughout the years I did my best to keep track of her; she belonged to everything. She danced as a little girl as I mentioned, she played soccer, basketball, girl's softball to name a few. I also attended many of her special events. One special event was when she won the eighth grade spelling bee and went on to win the state spelling competition for her grade level. Another was when she was nominated prom queen. The highlight was when she was named valedictorian of her class. 

I attended any function that I could without being noticed. One or twice I noticed Marie stare at me but because of the cowboy hat and facial hair, I don't think she recognized me. I just kind of stayed back in the shadows.

Around Kaylee's eighth birthday I decided to send her a birthday card with a gift certificate in it. I also started sending her one at Christmas. The first two cards I sent to Marie and explained that I signed the cards, "From your Uncle Rob." I told Marie that I would not bother Kaylee in any way. I told her I figured by her age now that she knew she was adopted and she could tell Kaylee that the gifts were from her uncle. I told her if she really had a problem with this to send the cards back to the post office from which they came. I always mailed them from other states while I traveled. It would be hard to trace anything I sent. I used mailboxes in seven different cities, across the states.

I did get one reply from Marie saying, "I gave your gifts to Kaylee and told them you were her dead father's brother. I mentioned you did travel a lot and could not be located. She is a wonderful girl and I beg you not to bother her beyond the cards.

Kaylee had graduated from high school with all the special honors. She was accepted at State with a full ride into the nursing program. I was so proud of her as I stayed in the shadows, snapping pictures. I couldn't be a prouder father even though that title was reserved to Al. 

I took a gig that would keep me on the road for a continuous two months. Kaylee was then in her senior year at State. She would soon be graduating from college with a registered nursing degree. There wasn't much to keep up to date on during her college years. I just wanted to be back to watch her get her degree. It was six months away. After that, I'd have to find another way to keep myself busy.

I always kept my mind active. I read a lot and do crossword puzzles. I sent Kaylee a crossword puzzle book with each card I sent throughout the years, for her birthday, Christmas, and a few special occasions. I always wrote and told her that the puzzles would help keep her mind sharp. I had all letters from other post offices forwarded to my local post office. I hoped no one could ever track me down from the different states. Some of Kaylee's letters brought tears to my eyes. She would write me and thank me whenever I sent her something.

An example was, "Dear Uncle Rob, It seems so weird getting cards and gifts from a man I've never met. Mom told me that this is the way you wanted it. I just hope that someday we will be able to meet and you can tell me a little about my biological father. He must have been a really smart and great man. I love my mother with all my heart. There is not a better woman on God's green earth, but I know my intelligence didn't come from mom's side of the family. Mom's a little ditzy, but I love her so much. She told me that dad was studying to be a doctor. I'm studying to be a nurse. I'm now engaged to be married next year if God's willing. My boyfriend is an intern in the local hospital. If you can, please try and attend our wedding. This is a personal invitation from me to you. Thank you again for all the wonderful gifts. Your loving niece, Kaylee. PS: I love the puzzle books. The answers come pretty naturally. Guess the smarts come from dad's side of the family."


Just a Story, Honey!



I have been married for about 15 years and have a good sex life with my wife as we have three kids. My wife is extremely cute and has a great body as she is 5'4" with small breast. She knows that I have a much higher sexual libido then her and I am always in the mood.

My wife knows that I have had quite a bit of sexual experiences before we were married, but there are things that happened to me in college that she would never understand. If fact if she knew all the things that I did, she would have never married me. 

She is very reserved and has only had sex with one other person, and she only gave him a blowjob. I always get hot thinking of her sucking on another guys cock and I try and have her tell me stories about her being with other men. When she was in college, I use to have phones sex with her and she would hate telling me stories, but I use to have her tell me about how she was blowing the guys on her dorm floor and she was the floor slut. I would jerk off when I would hear these words coming from her lips and it never took long to cum.

I know she was never doing anything sexual in collage, and I kinda wish she had due to all the things that I did in college. I will get back to what I did in a few minutes, but first this is what happened a few weeks ago to make me think about the college days in the mid 80's. 

It all started a couple Saturdays ago, it was about 9:30pm, kids all in bed and I was feeling quite horny. My wife just being in the same room with me can make me horny. I was trying to get her warmed up and maybe have a nice sexual encounter. She had been all stressed out from her job and I thought a good fuck would help her out to relax.

She said, "I'm sorry honey, but I'm really not in the mood.....I'm sorry I just want to lay here and not do anything, I'm burnt out!"

I said almost pleading, "Oh, come on, I want to be with you!"

She sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I love you, but not tonight." and then she rolled over. 

So here I am lying in the bed next to my hot wife, horny as hell and desperate to shot a big load. That's when I pulled on her shoulder and said, "Could you at least help me cum?" 

She said, "What?....What do you want?...I'm so tired."

I said, "I don't know, maybe you could tell me a story like you did in the college days, something to help me go."

She started to rub her eyes and sighing, saying, "Honey, I hate those stories! You know I hate to talk about me being with other guys."

That's when I said, "Oh, please...I want to cum so bad, and I love to hear your fantasy stories, and that's all it is....FANTASY!" 

She was starting to get pissed and I know that she was tired, but I was being selfish and was too horny to even think of anything other then me cumming and getting relief. She said, "NO....I hate telling you stories and I don't want to even think right now!"

That's when she said something that would give her an idea of what I use to do in college. She sat up in bed and said, " Please just let me lay here, why don't YOU tell ME a story, something that will make you cum.....the quicker the better."

That's when I said excitingly, " You want me to tell you a story? What kind of story?"

She said, "Your not telling me a story, your telling you a story to make you cum!"

I said, "It doesn't work like that, it would turn me on more if I felt like I was telling you the story....what kind of story should I tell?"

She screamed, "FINE....tell me anything, tell me a story of what you did in college, tell me how you were sleeping with other girls....or anything...ANYTHING, just let me lie here and not do anything!"

"Anything? Any kind of story? You are going to listen at least, right? Cause it won't work if you not at least acting like your listening!", I explained.

She snapped back, "YES, anything, just let me lay here! I will listen or at least act like I am listening!"

I never had been the storyteller before, and I was really trying to think of something that would turn me on, but also give my wife a clue of the things that I really did in college without flipping her out. That's when I said, " You ready?"

She said, "yes, let's just get this over with!"

I got up and pulled off my boxers and lay naked on the bed next to my wife and started to pull on my semi-erect cock. I said, just to protect myself, "Can I talk about anything and you understand it's just fantasy right?"

"Yes, yes, yes......just fantasy..... anything..... just cum already, talk about something that will make you cum fast", she signed.

I said, "Ok, here I go!" 

She rolled over under the sheets and faced me, as I was on top of the sheets stroking myself. I was getting aroused just thinking of telling her a true story of something that I did in my college days that I always wanted to tell her but didn't what her to flip out.

I started the story by saying, "Remember the time when I was in college and lived in the basketball house and I was the only white guy living with 13 black guys?"

She didn't respond, she just nodded and waved her hand like to say, "Come on let's get this over."

So this is the story I told her: 

Well you know that I use to drink a lot in college and the black guys that I lived with didn't cause they thought that drinking would hurt there performance on the court. One night I had gone to a party where there were a lot of women and didn't have any luck hooking up, so I got pretty drunk and then walked home about 3:00am.

When I got home four of my housemates were up watching ESPN and yelling and screaming at the TV at the other basketball players that were being shown. They were trying to out do each other with a war of the words and it was getting pretty loud. I came in the door, drunk, and sat down in the living room listing to them hollering back and forth. That's when Dave, the biggest of the black housemates, came up to me and asked who was right in the arguument.

I said, "Dave, who gives a shit?" 

My wife at this point is still trying to figure out what I am going to get out of this sexually, but I do notice that she has started to look like she is interested in the story.

Dave says, "Listen white boy this is important shit!", and then he laughed saying, " Your fucking drunker then a skunk aren't you?"

I said, " Come on guys try and quite down, I'm going to bed!" and that's when Dave grabbed me from behind and flipped me over to the floor.

He had pinned my elbows with his knees and said, "Who's going to quite us down? You boy?"

I couldn't move at all as he was very strong and had me kinda in an awkward position to say anything that would tick him off. Dave was wearing loose boxer shorts and the way that he had me pinned, I don't think he realized I could see right up his shorts.

My wife then propped her head up not saying anything as she could tell that my story was beginning to make my cock fully erect, and as I licked the precum from my fingers. She started to rub my balls thinking that that would make me cum so I would stop the story and she could fall asleep, but I continued with the story.

Dave wouldn't get off me as I tried to wiggle to free myself, but Dave just moved his legs higher on my elbows to get more leverage. When he did this his crotch was right in my face and his big black cock fell out of the side of his short boxers. I had no way out, so I thought if I tried to lick or bite his cock as it was only inches away, he would jump up and allow me to be free. 

My wives eyes widened as I said this and my face turned red as to get her reaction. I felt the blood rushing though my body and I was really getting turned on, telling my wife this story. I paused waiting for a reaction, and she said, " Come on, keep going!!" That really got me excited.

So back to the story:

So I decided to try and bite the end of Dave's cock, but I didn't really want to get him angry at me as I know he could really hurt me. So I just reached out my tongue and lifted my neck off the floor to reach the tip of his cock. I could feel the heat from his balls as I moved my face forward. At this point Dave was practically sitting on my neck, his cock falling out of his shorts onto my face and three of my other black housemates watching and laughing at me. 

My wife started to really rub my balls hard as I think this was turning her on too.

My tongue reached Dave's cock and that's when Dave pushed forward and his cock fully into my mouth. I'm laying on the living room floor with a black cock in my mouth and all of a sudden there was a load scream from Dave and he yelled, " I told you guys, he wanted to suck the black rod!!!!" "You all owe me money!" 

I though at this point Dave would get up, but he didn't move, one of the guys then took out a camera and started taking pictures of me on the floor with Dave's cock in my mouth. I was mortified. Then Dave's got up and walked over to a chair and said, "Listen white boy, if you don't want momma to see you like this your going to have to be our little house bitch, and suck our cocks whenever we want, or momma's gonna get a package of pictures....understand?"

I nodded reluctantly, "Yes"

My wife was now stroking my cock with a rapid pace as I was on the verge of cumming

She then said, "Well. go on, what happens next in your fantasy?''

I continued the story:

Then Dave pulled down his shorts and exposed me to his fully erect cock, as I think he was excited with the thought of a white boy sucking his big rod. He then said to me right in the middle of the living room and infront of the other three black housemates, "Lets start right now!! Who else wants a suck from our new bitch?" 

I had no choice as one of the other guys started waving the camera in my face. I got down on my knees in front of Dave and started to suck on his cock. Licking the precum from the tip and then putting the whole head in my mouth. Being the first time ever with a cock in my mouth and being drunk I was surprised how much it turned me on. 

I had sucked on Dave for about two minutes and then the other three guys had taken their shorts off. All three must have had 9"-10" cocks. Before I knew it, I was in the middle of a circle jerk taking all the cocks in my mouth, one after another. They all started to cum shooting there cum in my face.........

That's when I stopped talking and pulled back on my legs and leaned my face forward and shot a huge load of cum on my face and mouth. I was in pure ecstasy as my wife was watching and listening to the whole thing. Me with cum on my face, and licking up and savoring the taste.

Then she said, "Feel better, now can I go to sleep?"

I just grunted and she rolled over.

I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up, as I had cum all over my face and chest. When I got back to the bedroom, I put my boxers back on and climbed into beck and snuggled up to my wife.

She rolled over and said, "Was that just a story?"

I said, "What do you mean?"

She looked me straight in the eyes and said, "You had a lot of details and it sounded like something that you might have done in college. I now you like your own cum and have a fascination with your own cock, but what about other guys?"

I said, " Honey, it was just a story, never happened, just fantasy. You said I could tell a story about anything."

She said, "I know, but that story makes you sound so gay."

"It was just a story, don't worry, I'm not gay.", I replied.

She then rolled over saying, " You are such a freak! I love you, but you are a freak! Goodnight!"

We haven't said anything about my story in the past couple weeks and everything is normal, but I think she has it in the back of her mind that I was a "little house bitch" for the 13 black guys in the basketball house. As far as I'm concerned it was just a story and I am sticking to it. But maybe, just maybe her women's intuition is right on the money, "Bitch."

Hope you enjoyed!! 



Just A Story



I read that letter and cried. The only good thing to come out of my life and I wasn't really part of it. I received letters like that after each gift I sent. They literally made my day.

After I got back from my long trip I picked up and glanced through all the old papers that accumulated. My neighbor lady took care of my trailer while I was gone as well as gathering the newspapers. I came across an article that caught my eye. "Local college student needs transplant" then I saw the name Kaylee. I was shocked as I read the article. Something happened and she passed out at college. She contracted a killer type kidney ailment; she was immediately put on dialyses twice a week. It was really rough on her and she was still trying to finish her nursing program on schedule.

The article talked about a local girl, which was Kaylee, who had achieved so much but was now in need of a kidney. The article went on to say that a number of people had been tested but no matches were found. She would have to stay on dialysis till a kidney was found or her old kidney failed completely. I remember reading how the article said that Kaylee tried to keep everyone else's hopes up. The doctor said she was going to need a kidney if she was going to live a normal life. 

I was out of town on the extended run when these complications set in. No one knew about me and of course no one even knew I lived in a trailer park just outside of town. Hell, I never had a phone. I had no one to call. 

I high tailed it over to the hospital and went straight over to the donors department. A nurse asked me what I wanted and I told her I wanted to be tested for Kaylee's kidney replacement."Well, sir, if you can fill out this form and we'll give it to the committee to read....."

"Lady, I'm sorry to interrupt you but I know I'm a match for Kaylee. I'm her only living relative on her biological father's side. Please stop with the forms and get me a damn doctor to talk to."

The nurse looked alarmed as she went and got a doctor. The nurse must have told him what I had said and he approached me saying, "Is it true? You are a relative of Kaylee? I'm her doctor and I thought we checked out all her family?"

"Doc, I don't want to beat around the bush here. Take a damn blood sample and do what you have to do. I am a relative of Kaylee's. She calls me Uncle Rob. Please run the damn test and lets get Kaylee a kidney."

The doctor took me into his office and took a blood sample and sent it right down to the lab as a rush item. He called down to the lab and said he wanted it done now, it couldn't wait. About a half hour later he came back in and told me I was a perfect match for Kaylee. He looked me in the eye and said, "It's close enough to be a father- daughter match. Let me tell the family the good news and we can get started on the paper work."

"Doc, I don't want the family to know. Please, just tell them it was an anonymous donor. This is an extremely sensitive issue. I need you to keep my anonymity. According to the paper, there were hundreds of people willing to give up a kidney for her." 

"Rob, isn't it? I can keep your anonymity from the family but I have to have it for the records. There is no way they will take a body part from someone without their name and vitals. You'll have to fill out the form."

"Okay, Doc. I'll fill out the form as long as you keep your promise of not telling them who I am."

We agreed and I went through the process of filling out the donor form. The doc said he would like to do the operation as soon as possible. So we set it up for two days later. I was in the hospital for three days. The doctor kept his word and kept my identity a secret from the family. I was released from the hospital three days later. The doc gave me a number to contact him if I should have any problems. I wasn't able to work for a month. Even driving a truck was too much movement for my insides.

Kaylee was in the hospital for two weeks. The kidney took and she would be able to live a normal life. As she was healing both in the hospital and at her house, she continued to do her nursing homework. She was bound and determined to graduate with her senior class at State University.

I remembered reading in the paper, "Kaylee Kindle Gets Kidney." The article went on to say how many well wishers were there for her. She was named Prom Queen, but wasn't able to do much dancing. 

I made it for her graduation. She got her nursing degree and as everyone was leaving the stadium I was crying. I looked back and saw Marie, smiling and crying also. She held up her hand in a slight wave and I waved back and left the stadium.

Chapter 2

It all happened last year. I finally did something good. I gave my daughter a kidney. It was funny when I would talk to my few friends and they would remark on stories that I have read. When they read the story about the girl getting a transplant, they were cheering for her. Old Bill even wondered about getting tested to help the girl out. Joe told him that he drank too much and his kidney wouldn't be worth a shit. We all laughed.

That's when it happened. We were all laughing. It was my turn to tell a joke when Joe looked over at the door and says, "Holy shit! What a knockout just walked through the door. Damn, is she nice!"

I turned around to see what Joe was looking at. I said, "Oh shit," as the beautiful woman walked over to our table. Her escort waited by the front door. I looked at her closely; she was a beauty. "Hello, Kaylee," I said.

Joe looked at Kaylee and said, "Damn, you are one beautiful woman. Would you like to..."

I interrupted Joe, "Shut the fuck up Joe or I'll knock you into next Tuesday," I stated.

"Christ, Rob, you act as though it's your relative or something..."

I interrupted Joe again, "It is," I said.

Bill and Joe both sat there with their mouths open. I never, ever mentioned family to anyone and these two guys knew me for years.

"Uncle Rob? You are Uncle Rob, are you not?" she asked.

"Please, Kaylee, let's go sit in another booth and talk. I figure you have a lot of questions you want answered."

We headed to a booth way in the back where we wouldn't be disturbed. I asked her about the guy she was with and she mentioned that it was her fiancé. I told her to invite him over to sit with us. I asked them if they wanted anything to drink and then told Barb the bartender to bring over two ginger ales and a draft beer.

"Where do we start, Kaylee? How did you find me?" I asked.

"Uncle Rob, before we sit here and lie to each other I'll tell you what I know. I had a straight talk with mom after my kidney transplant. They tried to say they didn't know who donated the kidney. I wouldn't settle for that. The person who donated their kidney saved my life. It was you, Uncle Rob; it was you who donated your kidney so I could lead a normal life."

"Why do you say that, Kaylee?"

"You're drinking ginger ale, just like me. Why? Because neither of us should be drinking alcohol! Isn't that right, Dad? Please don't lie to me. I know you're my biological father."

"How did you find me, Kaylee?"

"Steve, my fiancé, did that. If you remember, I told you he was an intern at the local hospital. He in fact, helped remove your kidney. He knew who was receiving it - me. He followed the paperwork and we eventually found out where you lived. The lady next door to your place said you always hang out here, so here we are. Now, I need to know the truth. As I mentioned, mom and I had a long drawn out heart-to-heart. We cried over and over. My dad – Al - doesn't know about the talk between mom and me. I want to hear your side."

"To begin with, Al is your dad, not me. He was the one who was always there for you while you were growing up. He adopted you and earned the right to be called Dad."

"I know that, Uncle Rob. He's a kind, generous man and I love him dearly. I couldn't have asked for better parents. When you're adopted though, there is this wee thought that is always there. Good or bad, it's there. You wonder about your lost parent. In my case now, I'd just like to have a few answers. Why did you leave me? Why didn't you contact me and let me know I had a biological father living? Most of all, why did you donate your kidney and how did you know I even needed one?"

I took a minute to think as I looked over at these two beautiful young people. A young intern and a nurse with a chance for a good life ahead of them. I ordered each of us another beverage, and began to explain.

"Your mother and I never knew each other that well. We met at a party and, well, things happened. She got pregnant and was going to have an ab....."

"Dad, I know about the aborted abortion. Mom told me that she changed her mind at the last minute. To make it a little easier on you, mom told me you spent time in prison for selling drugs. She said it was to get the money for the abortion that never went through. Were you a drug dealer, Dad?"

"Kaylee, I only sold drugs one time in my life and I paid my debt. It was the only time I ever sold any drugs at all. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have only myself to blame," I said.

"I spent over a year in prison and when I got out, life was different for me then. I was an ex-con, something you can never remove from your record. I found work and became a truck driver. I enjoy driving a truck; lots of time to think and lots of places to see. I was in the store and ran into your mother. She was pushing a little girl in a stroller. It was you. Your mom told me she never had the abortion and would soon be getting married. She told me I was not listed as your father on the birth certificate. I had no legal responsibilities and promised her I would never interfere in your life. I did my best to keep that promise."

"Did you love mom, dad?"

"If you talked to her then you know it was just a one time thing. I never got to know her well enough to fall in love. She was just a lady I met at a party."

"You missed out on a great relationship with me," she started to cry, as Steve held her. "I was a good girl, Dad. I tried hard in everything I did. You missed out on my life," she said as she cried.

"Kaylee, I'm so sorry. Could you and Steve come over to my house? I have something I want to show you."

We left the bar and they followed me back to my house. When they got out of their car, Kaylee asked how long I lived there.

"Well, let's see, going on twenty years now, I think."

"You've lived here my whole life and never took a chance on seeing me?"

"I'm about to explain that to you. Please excuse my place, I 'm a bachelor, you know."

I had Kaylee and Steve sit on the couch with a big coffee table in front of them. I went in and got three gigantic scrap books from another room and set them on the table. They both grabbed one and started flipping through them.

"Dad, this scrapbook is about my life."

"Yes, Sweetheart, I promised your mom that I wouldn't bother you, but that didn't keep me away. As you can see, I went to every event in your life that I could when I was home."

She had tears in her eyes when she saw her pictures at the first dance recital when she was five. I had the paper clipping and then the pictures I took. She jumped to another book that showed her playing sports.

"Dad, you were there for most everything, weren't you?"

I had tears in my eyes as I said, "As often as I could be."

"Dad, this is going to be hard to explain. You probably won't believe me but at certain times in my life, I had a calm come over me. I always said it was my Guardian Angel. It began in this picture of me dancing at age five. I was scared, Dad. I was nervous when I felt a calm come over me. The voice said, 'Do it, sweetheart, you can do it. Just move those little feet.' I just started dancing; I wasn't scared anymore."

Steve and I kept quiet while she continued explaining.

She flipped to another page in her book. "Another time was at this softball game. I skinned my knee and was crying. A voice said to me, 'Sweetheart, you will be fine. Wash it off with a clean rag and put a bandage on it. You'll be fine. Show them what a big girl you are."

"I heard this voice time and time again at my functions. I never told anyone because they would think I was nuts. Whenever I had a problem, this voice came to me. It was you, Dad, it was your voice I heard that helped get me though situations," she said.

She was flipping through a book looking for something.

"Where's the spelling bee stuff dad? I know you were there, I felt it, I felt that presence."

I reached over to one of the books and there she was on stage with the top finalist at the state spelling competition. "Dad, I didn't know the word I was supposed to spell. In fact I never heard it before. I was ready to give up when I heard this voice saying, 'You can do it sweetheart, I'll help you through it. Take your time and repeat after me.' I began saying the letters one by one until the voice stopped. I opened my eyes and everyone was cheering for me. I had won the state finals. It was you, wasn't it, Dad? I know it was you."

I was crying in front of Kaylee and Steve. I excused myself as I went to the bathroom to wash my face. When I came back in the room, Kaylee told me the last time she felt my presence. It was at the hospital.

"Dad, at the hospital everyone was there for me, hoping for a donor. The dialysis was horrible but I knew I could endure it. I was sitting there with Mom and she was crying. I told her everything would be okay and then I felt this warm feeling that I've been telling you about. I looked at Mom and she thought something was wrong. 'Mom,' I said, 'Trust me; everything is going to be just fine'. She asked me how I could be so sure when I smiled at her and told her, 'I feel it,' Just then the doctor came in and said they had a perfect match and the operation would take place in two days. The doctor said the donor wanted to remain anonymous. Mom tried to get it out of the doctor, but he wouldn't budge."

"Dad, show me your scar and I'll show you mine," she smiled.

I pulled my shirt up and showed her the scar. She pulled up the back of her blouse and had an identical scar. Steve hadn't said much through all the talking. He was a support pillar for Kaylee.

"So you see, Kaylee. I didn't miss your life. I just missed being with you instead I was the man in the shadows. When you felt those hurts and problems, I felt them too. I guess somehow, somewhere, someway, we feel each other's emotions. I'm glad I could help."

"Dad, you gave me your kidney, and whether you like it or not, you're part of my life."

"I promised your mom I wouldn't interfere in your life," I said.

"Dad, saving my life is not interfering in it. I can handle Mom. She is still a little ditzy, but in a good way. As far as Al goes, he's my dad too. He helped raise me. I will always love him for that. He will always be my dad also. You will just have to be my Uncle Rob. In case you didn't know, I have a stepbrother a couple of years older than me and a set of twin half brothers five years younger than I am."

Steve looked at me and said, "Sir, you sent us a check for ten thousand dollars a few months back. You said it was to use for our wedding. Kaylee and I have decided that we will accept the money under only one condition and it's not negotiable. You have to attend our wedding."

Kaylee spoke up, "Dad, I mean Uncle Rob; we have a plan that will work for everyone. The wedding is in two months. You need to get a tuxedo fitted and you will kind of be part of the wedding party. So you know, Dad, Al will be giving me away. I feel he has earned that right. Will you be there, Dad? Will you be there to take a picture of your little girl getting married?"

"I'll be there, I promise, but it's up to you two to explain it to your mom and Al. Steve, what about your parents? Will they be okay with this?"

"Sir, I mean Uncle Rob; we'll let you know about everything next month. Make sure you get the tux. We are all wearing the same kind."

Kaylee came up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I know I had tears rolling down my face. My little girl, who was now a woman, kissed me for the first time. We hugged and I shook Steve's hand as they left my home.

I sat down in an easy chair and just thought about everything that transpired that day. I took out a crossword puzzle book and relaxed.

About a week later, both Kaylee and Steve were back. "We bought you a present, Uncle Rob. It's a cell phone. We may need to get hold of you and you don't have a phone. It's a Trakphone, so you only pay for the calls you make or receive. Please leave it on so we can get hold of you," requested Steve.

The phone ought to last me a lifetime with the amount of calls I make. I asked the kids about the wedding plans and where I fit in.

Steve explained that they will always call me Uncle Rob, so there won't be any relations problems. He told me that his father had passed away about five years ago of cancer. It was one of the reasons he wanted to become a doctor - to help heal people. His mother lived alone but was a rather nice looking woman. I looked over at Kaylee to see her smiling but nothing funny had been said.

"Okay, Kaylee, why the smiles?" I asked. 

"You have a date!" she laughed. "Steve's mom, Vera, needs a date for the wedding. We can't have the mother of the groom sitting alone; she needs an escort and it's going to be you. We told her all about you and she agreed to let you be her escort. Believe me, Dad, you won't be disappointed. Is it a deal?"

What was I getting myself into? I agreed to be Vera's escort. Kaylee and Steve were happy. I would now be sitting in the front row at my daughter's wedding. I would basically have a date, and would sit as an honored guest at the reception. God, I hope I didn't mess this up.

I was sitting at home relaxing when my cell phone rang. It nearly scared the shit out of me; I never had a phone for years. I answered it and it was Marie.

"Rob, I figured we needed to talk at least once before the wedding."

"Marie, none of this is my fault. They found me and what could I say?"

"I understand, Rob. After donating your kidney, you earned the right to be there. Besides, her life is starting on a new track now that she's all grown up. The only thing I ask of you is that you don't tell anyone that you are her biological father. Not even Al knows that. He does think you are her Uncle Rob. The only other thing I have to say is 'Thank you' for giving me such a wonderful daughter." I could hear Marie crying over the phone.

I told her I wouldn't tell anyone anything other than I was good old Uncle Rob. I was very happy with that role. "Marie, I'm sorry for any trouble I have caused you in your life. I know you saw me at the college graduation. I just couldn't miss it. Well, maybe you can save a dance for me at the wedding. By the way, Al is one lucky guy. Who knows how it would have turned out if we had to do it all over again."

I hung up the phone and felt a little better about attending the wedding. Hell, I even had a blind date, the groom's mother. I wondered what she looked like; I guess I would find out soon enough.

The month flew by. I had a couple of road trips but all that was on my mind was this wedding and me in a penguin suit. It was now three days before the wedding. With the facial hair I looked like a shaggy dog. I went to my barber and told him to give me the works. I got a shampoo, had my hair styled and got rid of the facial hair. I looked in the mirror. Damn, I looked like a human being. I hoped Kaylee would recognize me. On the day of the rehearsal, I headed into the church and sat in a back pew. I could see all kind of people moving around doing things. I spotted Kaylee and her mom talking when Kaylee looked back toward me. 




Just A Story



She walked back and said, "Uncle Rob, is that really you?" she smiled.

Marie came back and Kaylee said, "Gosh, Mom, now I see why you did what you did. Uncle Rob, you're a hunk," she smiled and gave me a hug. I gave Marie a hug too.

"Come with me Uncle Rob, and I'll introduce you to my father and to Vera, your date." 

We walked up to a kindly gentleman and Kaylee introduced me to Al. "Dad, I want you to meet Uncle Rob. As you know, he was the unknown kidney donor. Of course in a way he is my uncle."

I shook Al's hand, knowing that he was a good person. He thanked me for all I had done for Kaylee. He told me how much he loved her and what she meant to him. I knew where he was coming from as I had the same feelings. We got along great. He and I could have been buddies.

"Here she comes, Uncle Rob, your date for tomorrow. Vera - I mean Mom - I want to introduce you to your escort for tomorrow. Mom, meet Uncle Rob. Uncle Rob, this is Vera."

"Holy shit, Kaylee, this isn't how you described him," said Vera.

"Uncle Rob, I forgot to tell you that besides being beautiful, Vera, has a rather outspoken personality."

"I'm sorry, Vera, Kaylee hasn't seen me cleaned up and shaved. She is right though, you are a very beautiful woman, if I may say so."

Vera and I got together and sat and talked while the others were doing their rehearsal stuff. All we had to do was walk up the aisle and sit down in the front row. We were both pretty sure we could handle that. I needed to tell Vera a little about my past without saying too much.

"Vera, I need to tell you a few things before being your escort for the wedding. I don't want to embarrass you at such an important event."

"Rob, Kaylee and Steve told me everything. I know you're her biological father. The kids told me all about you and the scrap books you kept. Kaylee is a wonderful girl and I trust her completely. Steve is my son. He would never put my life in any kind of jeopardy. So, if there is anything else you want to mention, then feel free to do so," she said.

"I've been divorced but it's not like you need to know that. It was around twenty years ago. I just felt after everything you said, I wanted to tell you something you didn't know. Also, I would be more than honored to escort you to the wedding," I replied.

"Escort hell, you're going as my date. It's been a long time since I had someone as good looking as you on my arm," she laughed.

"I would be delighted to be your date then," I said.

The preacher called us over and asked us to go through our part. We both started laughing as we walked down the aisle to our seat. Vera said, "Gee, I hope we're walking correctly," as we both laughed.

I looked back and saw Kaylee smiling. I said my good-nights and then Vera said, "You're not going anywhere. We have a rehearsal dinner to go to. I paid for the darn meal and you, young man, are going to eat your share," she said as she smiled. Everyone else laughed. 

We all went to a nice sit down restaurant. The food was fantastic. I felt like I was part of the family and belonged. Vera and I hit it off big time. When it was time for me to leave, I gave Vera a big hug and thanked her for everything. I gave Kaylee a gentle kiss on the cheek and shook everyone else's hand and told them 'Thank you' and I would see them all tomorrow.

I drove home feeling pretty good. It was probably the best I felt in years.

The next morning I got up, took my shower and put on my penguin suit. I called Vera and asked her if she was ready. She told me to come on over. I drove through a car wash on the way to her house. I also made a quick stop at the hall. She lived in a big house in a nice residential area. I knocked on the door and she invited me in. She looked at me and asked me what was the matter.

"Vera, I'm a nervous wreck. I feel like a guy on his first date. It's been a long time since I've been out with a beautiful woman like you. I hardly know how to act."

She walked up to me and smiled. "You forgot something last night."

"What is it, Vera?" I asked.

She kissed me softly on the lips. "You forgot to kiss your date goodnight," she smiled. "Besides, that might help you get rid of some of the jitters."

"A couple more might help," I smiled as she kissed me again.

"No more for now, big boy. We have a couple of kids to watch get married now. Don't forget how to walk down the aisle," we both laughed.

The wedding was beautiful, Kaylee looked like an Angel and Steve looked like a man in love. I remember how proud Al was as he walked Kaylee down the aisle. She glanced over at me and of course I had tears in my eyes. I wasn't alone; everyone there was crying, but crying for joy.

After the wedding we - Vera and I - stood along with the others in the reception line. It wasn't anything I looked forward to. Saying thank you to a few hundred people I didn't know. Thank God for Vera; she handled most of the talk, explaining I was Kaylee's Uncle, and her date for the evening. We were glad when we finally headed for the reception. It was in full swing when we got there.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. I was in a number of the wedding pictures. I was next to Vera, and alongside of Kaylee and Steve.

As we entered the reception room everyone was in party mode. Vera pointed to a table where there must have been five or six huge scrap books. Above them was a sign, 'Kaylee's life.' I had dropped them off earlier before picking up Vera. People were going through them looking at all the articles, pictures and photo's. It was a gift from me to Kaylee. When she saw them, she ran up to me and gave me a kiss and a hug. I told her I didn't need them anymore since I have seen the genuine article - her.

The reception was great. It was nice when they had the father/daughter dance, watching Al as the proud father. He deserved it, he earned that distinction. Then Vera got up and was dancing with Steve. I was clapping for both couples on the floor and everyone else started clapping too. Vera looked back at me and smiled. Steve and Kaylee were together as they announced parents of the bride and groom. I watched Marie come on the floor to join Al. Vera looked over at me and said come here. She took me by the hand and we danced slowly together for a few minutes.

Al came over and tapped me on the shoulder to dance with Vera. I in turn was dancing with Marie. She looked beautiful as I took her in my arms. "Rob, I was looking through Kaylee's scrap books. You were there all the time, weren't you? Were you the big dude with the facial hair and the cowboy hat that I waved to a few times?"

"Yes, that was me. I promised not to interfere and I didn't. I just wanted to be part of Kaylee's life," I said.

"Different people asked me if I knew the cowboy. They said he showed up for a number of events but no one knew who he was. I did have a suspicion but wasn't sure," replied Marie.

I got a tap on the shoulder again. This time it was Kaylee. "How about a dance, Uncle Rob?" as she took me onto the dance floor. "Dad, remember that feeling of warmth and trust I told you about. I have it stronger than ever right now."

"I love you, Kaylee, and I wish you and Steve the happiest life ever. If you ever need me, just call; I have a phone now, you know."

Steve came over and took his bride away. I was standing there on the dance floor when Vera took my hands and guided me into her arms.

Later, after we all ate, people were giving little speeches. Kaylee said she had something to say. "Thank you all for being here. All my family and friends are here today." She thanked Vera for being there and giving up Steve. Vera just smiled. She thanked her mom for raising her with truth, warmth and conviction, but most of all in a loving home. Than she mentioned Al. 

She said, "I have two fathers to thank." The place went silent. "I want to thank my dad for always being there for me through thick and thin, teaching me right from wrong, and most of all sticking up for me in a house full of boys," she smiled. "Then there is my other father, who looks down and keeps track of me. He makes sure I stay on the right track. When he's there, I always get a warm feeling in my heart, knowing I'm doing the right thing. I want to thank him also."

Everyone thought she was speaking of God, but Steve, Vera and I knew different. It was an acknowledgment from Kaylee to me. I had to wipe my teary eyes again. After the speeches there was more dancing. I was with Vera, holding her close to me. "Vera, the last time I danced with a woman like this, Kaylee was born."

She smiled, and said, "That's good to know." Then she pulled me even closer. A couple came up next to us on the dance floor. It was Kaylee and Steve. "Uncle Rob, Steve and I were talking. Did you know if for some reason you and Vera got married, I could call you dad." They smiled and danced away.

Vera smiled at me and said, "Now that's something to think about," and pulled me even closer.

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Thank you for reading my story.

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DG Hear