10 comments/ 55065 views/ 37 favorites A Very Special Thanksgiving By: Story guy "Jake, Jake! Wake up Jake. Jake!" My eyes opened and I groggily realized that my surgery was over and that I was in recovery. The nurse then told me as much, and asked me if I felt any pain. I could not respond, because my jaw was immobile. She handed me a pad and I wrote, "The fear of gagging is worse than the pain." She showed me how to use the suction device to keep my mouth and throat clear of blood and saliva. That device became my best friend for the next several days. I gave in to the overpowering urge to sleep once I was in my private room. The nurse on duty was Eric and he took good care of me. I could feel the sting of the percodan in my IV as it made its way into my body. My wife had left me the month before so I was alone. My sister and my father came by on and off to keep me company, but I was asleep most of the time. I dreamt of the times I was still married and how much I loved my wife. I also dreamt of seeing Eric tending to me without his pants on. Maybe that was the drugs, but after all, I am bi-sexual. I came to that realization a couple of years ago, or I should say that I finally ADMITTED it to myself. It was a bitter pill to swallow but once I faced the truth I felt much better. I could never face my wife with the truth so I allowed things to drift to the point where we both knew there was nothing left to save. I felt like a coward, but I was able to end my marriage and still keep my secret. My wife ended up with someone else. Although I went through the motions of being betrayed I knew that it was all for the best and that she was happier without me. I can hardly remember the accident. I remember that it was very late and that the roads were slick from a light rain. I was driving through the construction zone hardly being able to see because of the truck in front of me spinning up all of the water from the roadway. Next thing I know I am spinning, then it went black. I recall feeling the cold air on my face as they rolled me from the ambulance into the hospital. I was already wrapped in ice, my jaw being broken in many places. Other than that, I only had minor cuts and abrasions. They told me I was lucky. Now, here I was in the hospital, post-op. I could talk, but I could not move my teeth. Eric handed me a mirror and smiled, "Hey partner, take a look." I knew I was swollen, but I did not realize how bruised I was, wow. I handed the mirror back and was able to sound out, "I really don't look like this, I promise." Eric laughed as he placed the mirror on the table. "Jake, I saw the picture on your driver's license. I am sure you turn lots of heads when you are not all broken up." He touched my arm as he said that and it made me feel very reassured. "Well, I have rounds to make so I will check on you later, buddy." With that, he waved and was out the door. I smiled as I remembered dreaming about him. There was no question that I was attracted to him. He was about my height, just a tad less than six feet tall and he weighed 170 or so. He had very short dark brown hair and a go-t. Surprisingly, both ears were pierced. I always thought that hospitals were very conservative in their dress code, but perhaps not. He also wore a wedding ring and he looked damned cute in his scrubs. Eric was off the next day, but I saw him the day after. I was feeling much better, and was taking broth without assistance. I was working word puzzles that my sister had left me. Hmmm, common expressions. "Yma hte sebt anm nwi." Eric walked in and asked, "Hey Jake, good to see ya! You're looking much better. What ya working on?" "Oh, just some word puzzles to kill time." Eric looked down at the one in front of me and after a minute said, "That's easy, May the best man win." I looked up at him and said, I could have got it if I had another minute. "Yeah, right Einstein. Maybe with a little less percodan you could have done it. I am reducing the dose way down, starting today." Eric was smiling and shaking his head as he checked my IV saying, "I have done more than my share of word puzzles in my time." He chuckled and then left again. I needed a bath, but since I was going home soon I figured I would just wait. Then it happened. One of the nurses came in to take my vitals and suggested that I bathe. She brought me a package of thick, moistened paper towels and was showing me how to use them when Eric walked back in. "How's it going, Jake? I see Gloria is terrorizing you again. Every three hours, like clockwork, ain't that right Gloria?" He smiled at her and said, "Let me take over here. Room 572 wants his blood pressure taken again." Gloria dutifully gathered her things and left. I had to pee so I said to Eric, "Man, I am tired of using this plastic urinal. Will you walk me to the bathroom?" "Of course, let's go!" He helped me out of the bed and untangled all of the tubes and rolled the IV alongside me as I headed for the toilet. "Do you need to sit down, or?" "Nah, I just gotta pee." I faced the toilet and I felt a little dizzy. Eric held my arm and said, "I am right here buddy, go ahead." As I stood there I felt cold air on my ass. I realized that my gown was not tied at all and that Eric must have quite a clear view of my ass. I smiled to myself, realizing I could not have planned it any better. Crawling back into the bed, my gown slipped upward and I could not stop it. I started to pull the covers over myself but Eric stopped me. "These will get in the way when I bathe you, man. Gloria won't be coming back. I leaned against the pillows as Eric washed me. He started with my face and neck. "Lift your arms, Jake." I raised my arms and watched him sponge my armpits, smoothing the hairs and awakening the erogenous zones that I have there. He washed my chest, with a little extra pressure on my nipples, I am sure of it. His touch was gentle and I watched his face as he worked. He was full of concentration. God was he cute. I started to panic as I felt the cloth washing my balls. Oh god, please don't get erect, please don't....oh no, too late. My cock sprung up at his touch for all the world to see. Well, Eric anyway. He looked at me and smiled, then ran the cloth along my erect shaft. "Jake, don't sweat it, guy. I would have the same reaction if you were giving me the bath." I noticed that he said if "I" were giving him the bath and not "if someone" were giving him the bath. Hmmm. He had me roll over on my side. I closed my eyes at the sensation of him washing my back. He slowly ran the cloth over the globes of my ass, down in my crack and then he washed my balls again. He was taking his sweet time, I just knew it. I didn't care though...I was loving it and my cock made that quite apparent. Eric pulled me over on my back again and said, "All done." He looked down at me with a wicked smile and said, "Well, almost all done." He then used the cloth to wipe up the pre-cum that was shamelessly coating the tip of my cock. God, I was equally embarrassed as I was turned on. Eric returned my gown and the covers to the appropriate positions and headed for the door. I called out, "Eric, thanks for the bath. That's normally Gloria's job, right?" Eric walked back toward me and with a sly grin said, "Technically, yes. The aides report to me so if I decide to give the bath then I will do it. Trust me, I seldom want to do it." "So why today then, Eric?" He backed toward the door and winked at me before turning around and leaving me with my thoughts. It seemed to me like he was always on the way out the door. Hmm, I guess I am not the only patient around here that he has to take care of. The doctor came the next day and it was decided that I could leave that night or the next morning...it was up to me. To keep my expenses down, I opted to leave that day. After looking me over the doc said, "OK, let me go tell the nurse station and we will have you out of here by six." Within minutes, Eric was back with a huge smile on his face. "You're going home! How cool is that?" I didn't respond, so he glanced at me sideways and said, "You DO want to go home, right?" "Yeah, of course I do." We were silent a moment while he laid my clothes out on the end of the bed. "Hey Jake, can I ask you something personal? If you find it offensive, just tell me...I won't be hurt." "Sure Eric, anything." "Well, you wear a wedding ring but I have not ever seen your wife visit." I kind of hung my head. He got up and said, "Sorry man, I knew I should not have pried." I touched his arm and said, "Eric, it's not that. It's....well...my wife left me six weeks ago. I miss her and all, but really it was my fault. My heart was not in the marriage anymore. I was distracted by...other things. So, I am headed home to recover alone. Yeah, my family will stop in from time to time but at night when I fall asleep it will be just me and I am not used to that." Eric changed his gaze from me to the floor, then back to me again. "Jake, I want you to know something. He held up his left hand and pointed to the wedding ring. I may be married, but at night when I fall asleep it might as well be me alone. There is no closeness left and we both know it but just haven't said it out loud. I guess I just want more than she can give me. I just need to figure out what that is." My eyes locked with Eric's for several moments before I looked away. "Eric, I'm sorry man...I know EXACTLY what you are talking about, believe me." After an uncomfortable silence I said, "Hey! I guess we will just have to be content dating Rosie Palm." I was trying to lighten the moment, not sure what to say, but I could not believe that came out of my mouth. I started to blush, but Eric started laughing so I knew it was all good. "OK Jake, let's do that, but on one condition." I looked at him quizzically. He continued, "Only if we can double date her sometime." He laughed, I laughed, but I was not sure what we were laughing at. He punched my shoulder good-naturedly and said, "Get dressed, there are some forms to sign and then you are outta here!" With that, he was out the door, again. As I pulled on my pants a big smile broke across my face. "Does Eric want what I think he wants? I can tell that he trusts me. Oh man, I think he digs me....or does he? I shouldn't jump to any conclusions." I was so confused. I had just finished getting dressed when my dad arrived along with a different nurse. They had me sign all of the release paperwork. Then Eric came in and added his name and asked me to get into the wheelchair. "Wow, I get to go out in style." Eric chatted with my dad as we got into the elevator and headed down to the lobby. Eric waited with me by the curb until my dad drove up. Dad shook Eric's hand and thanked him for everything. I looked at Eric and said, "YOU are the world's best nurse." He smiled, pulled me toward him and patted my back. He whispered into my ear, "Look in your rear pants pocket when you get home." Next thing I know we are on the highway. Dad was talking to me about work and the weather and how he had to get back to his routine, yada yada. However, I had tuned him out. I was obsessed with knowing what was in my pocket. I fished out a piece of twice-folded paper. I opened it up and read it. "Rof a dogo mite lacl oeris lapm ta siht mrubne. Hes svige a dogo tbha. 555.871.2779. "What the hell!", I said out loud. My dad asked me what was wrong. "Dad, nothing. Just something I forgot I had in my pocket." I read it again. "Rof a dogo mite lacl oeris lapm ta siht mrubne. Hes svige a dogo tbha." Then it slowly dawned on me. Eric was sending me an encrypted message, just like the puzzles I worked on in the hospital! It took me about fifteen minutes, but I finally figured out what he had written to me. I folded the paper and closed my eyes with the biggest smile on my face in a very long time. Dad stayed with me for three days and once I had my meds and diet routine in place, he flew back home. It was just me now. The diet was boring and the TV shows even more so, but I managed to get through the next several weeks. I returned to work part time and began living my life again. Dad had helped me get through all the insurance hassles after the accident. My car was totaled, so I would soon trade the rental for a new car. The splint would be out of my mouth on 11/23 which meant that I could eat like a normal person for Thanksgiving. I was very excited about that! Every night before bed I would read the note that Eric left in my pocket: "Rof a dogo mite lacl oeris lapm ta siht mrubne. Hes svige a dogo tbha. 555.871.2779." I couldn't help but laugh every time I translated it as: "For a good time call Rosie Palm at this number. She gives a good bath. 555.871.2779." It had taken me several attempts to reach Eric at the number he gave me. He did not return my call for several days. When he did, he apologized and said he was crazy busy and that things were not good at home. "Eric, man, I'm sorry. I understand, really." "Forget about that Jake. Did you find the note in your pocket?" "Yes, Eric I did." I was suddenly shy but I managed to stammer out the reply that I had been rehearsing for so long, "Eric, you are TOO funny. I, um, we should, I mean I think that...god Eric, I'll just say it. I think we should invite Rosie over and see where things go. Do you want to come over?" Silence. God, I blew it. He was sending the note as a joke and I just ran with it and imagined that he wanted me and now I just put my foot in my mouth. "Eric, are you still there?" I heard him sigh into the phone before saying, "Yeah, I'm still here. I am just thinking." "Eric, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that..." Silence again, followed by another sigh. "Jake, Jake, it's not that, don't be sorry. When does your splint come out?" I told him November 23. "That's Thanksgiving week, right? I want to take you to dinner, maybe be with you the first time you eat like the rest of us, hehe." "Eric, that would be great. Hey, I have a better idea. I like to cook and I am really wanting to make something good instead of soft foods! Maybe you can come over here for dinner at my apartment after my splint is out?" I held my breath. My fantasy was to have him there with me, alone, just in case he reciprocated my desire for him. "Jake, that sounds great, I would love it. Things at home are tough and I don't know where I will even BE that week. I am planning on moving out as soon as I can. I just don't want to live in this sham of a marriage any longer. Let me call you next week, OK?" "Sure, Eric...thanks for calling back and...thanks for the note. I read it every day." "Great, I was really hoping you would like it Jake. See ya." The next week could not arrive soon enough. I could not wait for Eric to call me with the plan. I got busy planning the menu. I would grill and maybe we could eat on the balcony. Eric finally called, but it wasn't until the day before my splint was coming off. "Jake, sorry buddy, I moved out and I am living with my brother and his wife until I find a place of my own. I just worked two double shifts and I am beat. At least I can sleep Wednesday and Thursday." "Eric, don't tell me you are going to spend Thanksgiving sleeping! "Yeah, my bro is going out of town to be with hiss and he is the only family I have in town. That's cool though, I usually spend T-day at work Jake! It's really no big deal." Smiling, I asked the inevitable question, "Eric, will you please have Thanksgiving here with me?" Silence. Eric responded in a quiet voice, "Jake, isn't your family around? You should be spending it with them, not with a tired nurse. "No, they are on the East coast. They invited me, but I said no. I guess I was feeling sorry for myself seeing as how I am single again. And by the way, I don't consider you just a "tired nurse. You are so much more than that. Nonetheless, please get some rest between now and then, OK?" Eric said the words I was waiting for, "Jake, that would be very cool. I promise to get some sleep. What time and where do you live?" Life was starting to good again! Finally, I went to my long-awaiting appointment to have the splint removed. "Well, you healed perfectly and your jaw looks great. You will need to work with the orthodontist for a little while, but my work is done!" The oral surgeon then handed me a mirror and I saw my newly aligned jaw in its healed state for the first time. The doc had actually moved the lower jaw forward a bit as a cosmetic gesture, so my profile looked even better than before. I left feeling like a new man. "Turkey is thawed, check. Ingredients for the salad are ready, check. Potatoes are peeled, check. Wine in the fridge, check. I read down my list out loud and realized that I was on schedule for the big meal." Eric would be here at 3:00 pm, and he insisted on bringing two pies and the rolls. He said he would surprise me on the type of pies. After some initial resistance I said OK. My big fear was that he would call and cancel because something came up at work. Eric explained that most nurses are on call on holidays because they tended to be busy times. I tried to distract myself with setting the table and making the place look good. I have fairly good taste and I am a romantic at heart. I put Nora Jones, Jim Brickman and some light classical music in the CD changer, turned the lights down low and had a low fire going in the fireplace. A few candles added the final touch. My townhouse apartment was an end unit, and it faced toward a lake with a fountain in it. I liked to sit outside on the balcony with a glass of wine and process my day. I was lucky to have such a private unit. Lately I had been thinking only about Eric. Being bisexual was only a label to me. What did it really mean? I didn't know what it was like to be with a guy. I just knew that I needed to make that happen, but it had to be with someone special. I was terrified of anonymous sex. Over time I had many offers from guys like me whom I met on-line, but I always chickened out. My problem is that I find it very hard to trust anyone. I was always afraid to take a chance for fear of being humiliated. Somehow, inviting Eric over seemed less a chance than it did a natural progression. Now, the turkey was in the oven and I was waiting for Eric, dressed in a crisp navy shirt and khakis and nervous as a cat. I would not allow myself to chicken out this time. This just might be the someone special that I was waiting for. Eric was late. I poured myself another glass of wine and assumed the worst...he was not going to show. I had his cell phone number programmed into my cell phone. I hit the send button. It starting to ring but I quickly hung up. God, I didn't want to hound him. He would be here if he wanted to be here. Another hour went by and my cell phone rang. "Jake, your phone's been busy for two hours, I have been trying to call you!" I walked over to the PC and saw that I had AOL active. DAMN! I signed off while apologizing to him. Eric continued on, "Thank god you just called my cell phone. Why did you hang up? Never mind, at least it gave me another number to reach you." "Jake, I wanted to make the pies from scratch, so I did, but I have had some trouble. They aren't working out so I started over again." I started laughing, relieved at the reason for his being late. "Eric, guy, just bring the original pies as they are and don't worry about them being all pretty." I surprised myself by saying, "I have a glass of wine waiting for you and I can't wait to see you." Unfazed, Eric said, "I will be there in thirty minutes." I was on the balcony with the door open, so I could hear the doorbell. 45 minutes, and still no Eric. Then I heard his voice from down below. He yelled up to me, "Jake, THERE you are. How do I get up there? I have been looking all over for your apartment!" I looked down to see him standing there, arms full, looking up at me from the greenbelt. A Very Special Thanksgiving I have to admit that my place IS hard to find since it is way at the back. "Stay there, Eric, I will come and get you!" I was giddy as I headed down the stairs and out to greet him. I felt like a 7th grader does with their first crush. Eric set the pies down on the counter and handed me a bottle of red Zinfandel. "I heard this was a good match with turkey." I smiled at him and realized that he knew a little something about wine. I liked that. "I'm sorry about the pies, Jake, really." I chuckled and responded, "Not a problem, let's just have a look." I took the foil off of the first one and I could not stifle my laughter. It was the ugliest pie I had ever seen. The crust was burnt and broken off, and the pumpkin filling was crooked. Still laughing, I said, "Is your oven not level? This is hilarious." The second pie was Dutch apple and it was in better shape, but not by much. I took a chilled glass out of the fridge and poured Eric a glass of my favorite Chardonney. My hand was shaking and Eric noticed it. "Jake, do you want ME to pour?" I just shook my head no, but it was clear that I was nervous. Eric gave me a knowing look and smiled as he took the glass. We made small talk as I checked the progress in the kitchen. Finally, with nothing else to distract me, I waved him to the couch in front of the fireplace. We sat in silence and watched the flames from the silly gas log. Someday I would have a great big wood-burning fireplace made from rock. Eric broke my daydream. "Let's toast, Jake. To a broken jaw and a girl named Rosie who brought us together and made it all good." We laughed as we clinked glasses. Eric leaned forward a bit, then gazed at me and said quietly, "You DID invite Rosie to join us tonight, right? Don't worry, I am sure that she knows that you are nervous. Don't give it a second thought, Jake." With that, he put his hand on my knee. Thank goodness for the wine. I was mellow enough to take a chance. I leaned forward and said, "I have been practicing with her ever since my sponge bath in the hospital." "Have you now? Well, then maybe you don't need me anymore then, huh?" Eric set his wine down and moved over next to me. I could feel the heat from his leg. He took my wine glass from my hand and set it down. I felt the electricity between us as we slowly leaned in to kiss. Just then the timer went off loudly in the kitchen. I pulled back and said, "Uh, I better go get that." Eric said, "Oh no you don't, I have been waiting too long for this. Let the damn turkey burn!" His lips then touched mine. I closed my eyes and felt his hand on my cheek as he gently kissed me. I opened my mouth and let him in. Our kiss grew more hungry and I pulled him toward me. My head was spinning. I could not believe this was happening. I allowed the turkey to overcook as long as I dared before I finally broke the kiss. I smiled and said, "We need to eat or we won't have the energy to see where this goes." He leaned back and put a pillow on his lap. "Don't look down as you pass by," he chuckled. I saw the pillow and laughed as I headed toward the kitchen. I was getting very nice visuals. The dinner was perfect and the wine was doing its job. I felt very content. We ignored the dishes, poured more wine and laid down on the carpet in front of the fireplace. At dinner we had laid our souls bare. I never felt such a weight lift off of my shoulders as I did when pouring my heart out to Eric. We shared the intimate details of our collapsed marriages. Eric admitted that he had been with a guy, just a couple of times. Married, the man was clean and discreet and wanted to continue seeing Eric. In fact, he had called this last week. Aha, that was why Eric had seemed distracted. Eric kissed me softly and ran his hand down my neck and chest. "I told him that I found someone." Our eyes never left each other as his hand lowered further and undid my belt. He unzipped me as my breath quickened. Every nerve in my body seemed alive at the moment he touched me. Tenderly, he cupped my balls and kissed me again. His tongue and his fingers simultaneously worked their magic on me as I melted into him. My hand found the bulge in his pants and I groped him as our kissing became more intense. Eric licked the tip of my nose, then my neck, then nibbled my ear as he whispered, "Jake, I have never felt this way before. I want you, and I somehow know that it's all good. Please tell me that you feel the same way." I looked at Eric, tightened my grasp on his crotch and said, "Eric, I wanted you from the first time I saw you. I dreamt of you walking around my hospital room without your pants on." God, did I just say that? It sounded so juvenile. Laughing, we rolled over so that he was on top of me. He held my head in his hands as we kissed, grinding against each other, feeling each other's hard cocks. I reached down and clasped his ass cheeks and pulled him toward me. I felt the heat of an impending orgasm as I shared my desire with him. It was all I could do to not cum in my pants. Panting, Eric sat back and smiled as he pulled my pants off of me, followed by my boxers. He unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off. There I lay, totally naked in front of Eric, my cock throbbing and leaking with my desire toward him. He then unbuttoned his own shirt and removed his pants and underwear. I was in awe of his body as I saw it slowly unfold in front of me. Eric had a patch of hair on his upper chest that tapered into a treasure trail. I followed the line as it merged into a trimmed mass of pubic hair. Pointing toward me was six or seven inches of heaven with a small drop of pre-cum on the tip. "Eric, god Eric..." I put my hands on his hips and pulled him toward me. I guided his cock into my mouth as I laid back down on the floor. Eric gently knelt over my face as I licked and sucked him. I could taste him now, and I knew that this was what it was all about. Eric moaned as I worshipped his cock. I cupped his ass with my hands and very lightly caressed his cheeks, so that I was tickling the fine hairs. It was making him quiver. I wanted to continue but Eric got up and knelt down between my legs. Smiling, he gazed into my eyes as he took my cock into his mouth. I am six inches, so he was able to take all of me in. I felt his nose against my pubic hair. He reached up and pinched my nipples as he sucked me. God it felt so good, so right. Eric then laid back on top of me, with his knees next to my hips. He slowly dragged his cock and balls across mine. I could feel the tip of his cock as it circled my navel and probed my inner thighs. He raised my arms up and kissed me there, gently licking me and tasting my sweat. His tongue circled my nipples and sucked, first gently, then with more force. I was intoxicated with the idea of being naked with another man and feeling him touch me and lick me, knowing that he wanted me. I had not felt this way before, ever. Never had anyone treated me with such sexual dignity, respect and playfulness. I could see the desire in Eric as he brought out a side of me that only he could have brought out. I led Eric to my bed and knelt down and put him into my mouth. I felt the hair on his ball sack with my exploring fingers and heard him gasp as my finger found its way inside of him. I continued probing him as I gave him head, knowing that he could not possibly last much longer. I wanted part of him inside me and I was ready. Moaning, he looked down at me and said, "Are you sure?" My response was to apply yet more suction, taking him deep into my mouth. I fought against gagging as I felt his head at my throat. I felt it expand and then......what I always imagined and fantasized about....happened. Eric's muscles tightened as he gasped out loud and ejaculated his hot cum into my mouth. I felt the heat of the repeated jets as I welcomed his semen. Would I like it? Would I choke? As his cum hit my tongue, I realized that I wanted it, and I wanted him like nothing I ever wanted before. I marveled at the creaminess of his load, and at its peppery taste. I savored it like a fine wine and I made sure to swallow it all. It was the hottest thing I had ever done. I made my way up to him and kissed him. He thrust his tongue in my mouth and tasted himself, licking my lips even. "Hey, I don't taste too bad." "No, Eric, you don't...I could live on THAT kind of liquid diet." "Jake, I bet you taste better.....let's find out." As I lie there receiving Eric's tongue bath, an idea formulated in my head. I had something to suggest to Eric, but first I wanted to enjoy the explosive sensations Eric was sending throughout my body. There was no place his tongue did not find. I laid on my stomach with my legs spread as Eric rimmed my ass. I was on my back with my legs in the air as Eric found yet another position to orally worship my pucker. I held on to the headboard as I knelt over Eric while he blew me. Eric found my prostate and that caused my lava to erupt. I spurt gob after gob of hot cum into his eager mouth. I was shouting out loud and I am not a loud cummer. Eric was changing me. I hung my head down as I held on to the headboard, and watched Eric slurp the last of the cum out of my softening cock. I laid down next to him, our chests heaving and sweat pouring off of our bodies. He leaned into me and we kissed. I did not hesitate to savor my own cum, some of which he had saved in his mouth. A wet kiss it was, as our tongues battled and the suction of our juices sounded out. Eric looked at me and said, "Rosie says it's time for a shower." Smiling, I replied, "Yeah, and it's time for yours as well, mister sweaty." "You got me this way, Jake, and I am damned happy about it." I slapped his ass as he got up and headed into the bathroom. As I walked in, he was standing at the toilet taking a piss. I walked up and held his arm and said, "I am right here buddy, go ahead." It took a sec, but he laughed as he remembered saying that to me so many weeks ago in the hospital. He had steadied me as I peed in the toilet for the first time since my surgery. We walked into the shower together and giggled like kids as we washed each other's bodies. Extra time was spent soaping each other's ass and our erections gave away our arousal. I leaned against Eric, my dick between his ass cheeks. "Eric, I want to make love to you." I ground into him and moaned into his ear, "Please." His response was a quiet moan. We quickly dried ourselves off. I grabbed some lotion and we hit the sheets again, our naked bodies writhing together with yet even more desire. "Eric, turn over...I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but stop me if I make a fool out of myself, OK?" His answer was to lift his ass up to me and wiggle it back and forth. "I think you know what to do, Jake." I poured the lotion down his crack and watched it drip down onto his balls and onto the sheets. I didn't care how much of a mess we made. I rubbed the lotion into him and gradually put one, two, then three fingers inside of him as he pushed against me, moaning. "I'm ready, Jake, oh god I'm so ready, do it man, go for it." I poured some lotion onto my cock and pressed against his ass. Slowly, and admittedly uncertainly, I pushed my way inside of Eric. I stopped every time I heard him gasp, but I resumed when he pushed back against me. Suddenly, I was all the way in. The sensation of fucking Eric, of feeling myself inside of him with his balls nestled next to mine was out of this world. The heat and tightness of his body overwhelmed me with lust. I reached down and stroked his cock. He was only partially erect, so I told him, "This one is from Rosie." I poured lotion in my hand and then gripped his shaft and rubbed up and down, up and down until he was fully erect and slippery. I wanted him to cum first, but I was nearing the point of no return myself as I thrust in and out of my lover's ass. "Eric, let me make love to you." I pushed my cock farther inside of him and held still as I said, "Let me fuck your brains out you hot naked man-stud." With that Eric lost it and I felt his cum spurt out all over my hand, his belly and the bed. I gathered as much of it as I could and polished his knob as he finished cumming. The mere thought of what I was doing put me over the edge and I stiffened and had the most powerful orgasm I could remember. I held Eric tightly as I ejaculated inside of him, my feelings toward him coming out in whimpers. Spent, covered with cum and sweat, I disengaged from Eric and lay down on my side and we spooned. I was caressing the hair around his nipples and decided that now was the time. "Eric, there is something important that I need to ask you. Will you move in with me?" He turned around and gave me a look of surprise. "Move in with me Eric. Share my life with me." "Jake, are you kidding?" "No, Eric, I have never been so serious. You need a place and I am alone here. Something tells me that you will be here all the time anyway, so let's do it!" Eric was smiling as he said, "But you only have one bedroom." "Eric, do you want your own room?" I then kissed him and played with his pubic hair. His reply was, "Whichever bed you are in is the one I want to be in, whether it be here or anywhere else." "That's better," I replied as I playfully smothered him with a pillow. We decided to hit the shower again because we looked like a couple of glazed doughnuts. The sound of the water falling off our bodies was all I heard for a minute. I said softly, "What were you trying to say in there, Eric, about being in whatever bed I was in?" He turned off the water and left the shower, returning with two towels. "I am saying, Jake, that there is no one else I want to towel off with after a shower. I am saying that the love we made tonight was real for me. I am saying...oh, I don't know what the hell I am saying. I just know that...this...you...us. This is what I want, what I have always wanted. I had a feeling about you from the moment they wheeled you in, with your jaw all busted up and swollen. I knew that it was my job to take care of you, to make you whole again. That's all I want to do Jake. I want to complete you." I stood still as Eric dried off my body. I was speechless. Nobody had ever said anything so passionate and heartfelt to me in my entire life. I had tears in my eyes. Eric came around in front of me and said, "You are so fucking beautiful, in every possible way, do you know that?" He kissed me and wiped away the tears with his hand. "Do you know that, roomie? Yes, I will move in with you, yes!" I hugged him tight and we shared a long, wet kiss. "Now, I want to see how cute you look eating pie, naked!" I choked down my emotions as we sauntered into the kitchen and took the pies out, stark naked. Standing next to him and feeling the heat from his skin took my breath away. I looked down at the pumpkin pie and I suddenly decided that it was the most beautiful pie that I had ever seen, complete with broken crust and crooked filling. I looked up at Eric and I knew that I was home. One year later "Rosie, Rosie! Quiet down Rosie!" Rosie was going in circles at the front door, wagging her tail and barking. Whoever it was, she knew them. The door opened and Rosie jumped up and pawed Eric's pant leg. We have only had Rosie a month and she still had some bad habits. Naming her was a no-brainer. Her name would forever be our inside joke. No one would understand why we laughed when asked how she got her name. She made a welcome addition to our new home. "Hey babe, I'm home," Eric said as he kissed me. Eric and I had left my apartment after about six months. Turns out there are times when you really do need your own room, especially when family comes to visit. We bought a three-story townhouse in uptown Dallas, signing confidently as joint tenants. Great modern-thinking neighborhood with walking distance to anything we needed. It was Dallas at its best. Eric works too many double shifts at the hospital but he loves his job. As for me, I work from home now and I do personal chef work on the side from our gourmet kitchen. Eric's little potbelly is a reminder that I take good care of him. I constantly tease Eric about letting the aides give the sponge baths instead of him. I say that, but I know that I can trust him, and he knows that he can trust me. His divorce will be final soon which means that he will have a lot less stress. His wife wants nothing to do with him, especially after he told her about me. Eric said he wanted to start over and that he wanted to be honest with himself and with others. I admire that. My family knows, of course, but it is not something they are comfortable talking about. I just know that my life is complete now and that I cannot imagine it without Eric. I joined Eric in the kitchen as he was putting away the groceries that he had just brought home. His cooking has greatly improved since we have been together, but I don't let him make pies! It was Thanksgiving, and it was our first anniversary. It is a day which means even more to me now. The world doesn't quite know yet how to deal with couples like us which makes it tough sometimes. The important thing is that we validate each other on a daily basis just by being together. No couple anywhere could ask for anything more. I opened the anniversary card that Eric handed me in the kitchen. It said, "Happy Anniversary, turkey. Hope you don't "gobble" too much food to snuggle up afterward." The PS said, "I leov ouy."