Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 00:12:17 -0400
From: kicky1000@yahoo.com
Subject: Bereaved Husband

			     Bereaved Husband

				    By

				Little Dan


I had been living next door to the Kegans for almost four years, and we
had become best friends.  I don't think I've ever seen a couple as much
in love as Duke and Doris. I was so jealous of their relationship.  It
was the kind of thing I wanted for myself, but never seemed to find.
Maybe I was incapable of love.

I had dates, of course, but they never seemed to go anywhere.  And some
of them were very pretty girls.  But I never felt anything.  If I kissed
them it was more out of a sense of duty, than emotion. I would take them
home, and then drive back to my own house, sad and lonely.

It was so wonderful to see Duke and Doris together.  The fun, the joking,
the companionship.  They had no children and made each other the only
important thing in their lives.  I felt honored to be in their company,
and I was glad to be able to offer Doris my companionship during the long
hours that Duke was at work.

They were an attractive couple.  Duke was a big handsome guy about forty
years old.  He was big-boned and athletic looking.  He had been a college
football jock and was dripping with testosterone.  I had to raise my head
a little to look at his thick, glossy black hair, and those unbelievable
blue blue eyes.  His features were clean and even and he was always
immaculately shaved and dressed.

Doris and he had been in the same class in college, and she had been the
school's leading actress, appearing in all the school plays.  She had
long flowing blonde hair, and also had blue eyes, though not as intense a
shade as Duke's eyes.  Everybody thought she would end up in Hollywood
starring in motion pictures, but then she met the football hero, and that
was that.

You would always see them holding hands when they walked down the street
together, which I found so romantic.  I would lag back a step or two just
to watch them together, and Duke would turn around and laugh, "Get a
move on, Jack.  You're such a slowpoke."  And then Doris would laugh.
And then even I would laugh and take a few quick steps to catch up.

Duke had his own construction company, and he was doing very well, which
of course left Doris all alone during the day, and I know she was glad to
have my company.  How often she would walk across the lawn and ring my
doorbell. "Come on, Jack," she would say.  "Let's go down to the
stores and see what's on sale."  And I would always go with her.  I was
a wallpaper designer and worked at home, so my time was pretty free.  I
could do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

We had such fun on those trips, and Doris always picked up a few knick
knacks for the house, most of which she didn't need.  I was always
worried that Duke would think I was trying to make time with Doris, but
that was ridiculous.  She could never have been interested in a little
guy like me when she had that big handsome gentle brute.  I was even an
inch shorter than Doris, who was eight inches shorter than Duke.  I had
neat brown hair, smooth skin, green eyes, and though I thought I was nice
looking, I was far from being the handsome hulk she was married to.

Actually I was more Doris' friend than Duke's, though I know he like me
too.

Doris and I had so much in common.  We both loved music.  We both loved
the movies.  We loved to go shopping.  We watched soap operas together.
Duke was the alpha male.  He like watching football games, baseball
games, basketball, golf, tennis, the Olympics.  I had never been
athletic, and in high school the other kids would make fun of me.  When
we played baseball, they would put me out in right field where I could do
the least harm, because no balls ever went into right field.  After a
while I would get bored and sit down on the grass looking for four leaf
clovers while the game continued.  A real loser.  Nobody wanted me on
their team.

But even though we had nothing in common, I knew that Duke liked me, and
treated me almost like a kid brother.  And that's exactly the way I felt
about him.

As if he were my great big brother, my protector, my role model.  And he
was twelve years older than I.  He was forty and I was only twenty-eight.

And then we found out that Doris was ill.  She hadn't been feeling well,
and our shopping trips were getting fewer and fewer.  Finally Duke
insisted that she see a doctor, and after all the tests, the news was not
good.  Doris had a terminal illness.  Duke was devastated.  He took as
much time off from work as possible, and when he couldn't be there, I
stayed with her.  Finally Doris went into the hospital, and in three days
it was all over.

I sat in the waiting room, while the Doctors took Duke into another room
to tell him what had happened, and offer their condolences.  When Duke
reappeared at the waiting room door he was crying, and I knew right
away.  I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him, and let him sob
into my neck.

"Oh, my poor Doris.  My poor beautiful Doris," He sobbed, and I was
crying too.

Finally we got control of ourselves and drove home in silence.  It was
Duke's car, but I drove. He just  was in no condition to drive.

I helped Duke with the funeral arrangements, and so did his two sisters,
Ethel and Evelyn.  He called Doris' parents in Florida where they were
now living.  And there were tears on both ends of the line.  Doris'
parents were making arrangements to fly right up for the funeral.

It was a small funeral.  Duke and Doris hadn't been that social.  They
were too wrapped up in each other.  The family sat in the front and I sat
towards the back where I could hold my handkerchief to the tears dripping
down my face without everyone seeing me.

Doris' parents stayed with Duke for three or four days and then flew
back down to Florida, and Duke was alone.  All alone.  My heart was
breaking for him.  This was the rest of his life.  Where could you find
another Doris?  I looked out the window and watched him leave for work in
the morning.  And I thought to myself,

"I can't let him come home to an empty house.  I can't."

I drove over to the supermarket and picked up some steak and some
potatoes to bake, and I bought corn on the cob.  Doris had given me their
key to water the plants when they went on vacation one time, and then
insisted that I keep it "in case we get locked out," she had laughed.
When I drove home, instead of going into my own house, I went into
Doris'.  I spent the day watching game shows and soap operas on
television, and then around five o'clock I went into the kitchen and
started to prepare dinner for Duke and me.

Duke got home around half past five, and when he opened the front door, I
was standing right there.  I had heard the car pulling into the attached
garage.

"Hello," he laughed in surprise.  "What are you doing here?"

"I'm cooking you dinner," I answered.

"That's so nice.  But you didn't have to do that.  I could have opened
a can."

"That's exactly what I was afraid of," I said.  "I have to make sure
you eat properly and keep up your strength.  It's what Doris would have
wanted," I added.

He hung his head and nodded.  "Well, thank you so much.  You're such a
good guy."  He walked over and patted me on the shoulder.

"Now you just sit here while I get everything ready," I ordered, and
marched back to the kitchen. The potatoes were baking. I put the steak
under the broiler and began to boil water for the corn. Meanwhile I set
the table with dishes, glasses, silverware, napkins, as I shuttled back
and forth between the kitchen and the dining room.

"You need any help in there?" Duke called from the living room.

"No, you just sit there.  I'm doing fine," I called back.
"Everything's almost ready."

I put the food on the dining room table and called Duke in to dinner.  As
we were eating, he nodded. "This is really great.  Delicious."

"Thanks, Duke," I said.  I loved feeling appreciated.

After dinner, I washed the dishes and joined Duke in front of the
television in the living room.  He was watching football, and as we sat
he began explaining the game to me.  I knew that this is what he and
Doris used to do every evening, and I felt I was really helping him by
being there.

Around eleven o'clock, I decided it was time to go home.  We shook hands
and I went back across the lawn to my own house.  He thanked me again.
And I said. "Don't be silly.  I enjoyed it too."  And I had.  Even the
football.  That big guy was so cute sitting on the floor in front of the
TV cheering for his team.  When I got back home I went upstairs, took a
shower and got ready for bed. And I slept well, feeling I had done
something good.

It had been such a nice evening, that I did the same thing the next day,
and the day after that, and the day after that.  If I was company for
Duke, he was company for me.  We actually started palling around
together.  We went to football games, and basketball games, and I was
actually starting to like them.  I made Duke's teams my teams.  And we
cheered together.

The only thing was that I was falling in love.  I was lying in bed one
night trying not very successfully to fall asleep and it hit me.  I was
in love with Duke, which was ridiculous and impossible. I had wanted to
fall in love my whole life long, and now I had.  With another man.

I continued to hang around with him, to eat with him, to go to games.
It's just that now, every time I looked at him, I wanted to hold him, to
hug him, and I felt like crying all the time.  I knew that I should stop
coming over, but I just couldn't." And besides," I rationalized, "he
needs me."  What would he do without me?  If I weren't there he'd be
all alone.  I had to be with him, for Doris' sake.

I had tried suggesting to Duke that he should start dating, that he
should try to meet someone, but he just looked at me as if I were crazy.
We both knew there could never be another Doris and he wouldn't settle
for less.

One day we decided to go hiking in the woods.  It was a perfect day, warm
but not hot, and the air was crystal clean and dry.  We were both wearing
blue jeans, casual shirts, and, of course, hiking boots.  Duke looked so
damned handsome. I couldn't bear to look at him.  I was glad that he was
behind me on the narrow path, so I didn't have to keep staring at those
long legs, and his full round mounds, which suddenly seemed so sensual to
me.

Suddenly down the path I saw a red squirrel with its little paws folded
around an acorn, chewing and chewing.  So busy eating that he wasn't
paying attention to our approach. It was so cute.  "Look, Duke," I
whispered.  "See the squirrel?"   He came up behind me and peered over
my shoulder.

"Where?" he asked.

"Over there," I pointed.

His eyes followed my hand.  "Oh, I see," he said.  "Cute little guy."

"Yes," I affirmed.

Suddenly I became aware of how close he was.  His whole body was pressed
against my back, as his head peered over my shoulder.  His large hands
were even gripping my shoulders.  I could feel his whole frame touching
mine, and if I had turned my head to the right slightly we might have
ended up kissing.  So I made certain to keep facing the squirrel.  And
then, near the top of the division between my buttocks, I could feel his
penis.  Inside his jeans I could feel his penis. He was taller than I so
it was high up on my behind.  I didn't move.  He didn't move.  And the
penis seemed to be getting harder and stiffer.  Was he almost pressing it
against my backside?

Suddenly he stepped back.  I turned to smile at him and saw his face was
a little red.  Probably he had just realized that he was poking my
backside and was a little embarrassed.

"Let's keep going," he suggested.

"Right," I said.  And we went on hiking.

As evening was approaching we drove back and went into his house, where I
rustled up some dinner for the two of us.  I was becoming aware that he
was staring at me.  Every time I moved, his eyes would follow my rear
end, and I was becoming a little uncomfortable.

When I finished the dishes, I joined him in the living room.  He was
sitting on the sofa and when I came in, he patted the pillow next to him,
telling me to sit down.

"You don't know how much I appreciate what you've been doing for me,"
Duke said.

"Don't be silly," I said.  "I've been doing just what I wanted to
do.  If I weren't here with you having a great time, I'd be sitting
home alone and that wouldn't be much fun."

"No.  It's no fun to be alone," he said. "Stop me if I say anything
embarrassing, but we're both guys here and I feel close enough to you to
confide in you."

"Of course.  Go ahead."

"It's been quite a while now since Doris died, and she was sick for a
good period of time before that.  What I'm trying to say is that I
haven't gotten laid in a very long time, and I am getting sooooo
horny."

I looked down at his lap and noticed he was getting an erection, but I
just concentrated on his face.   "Believe me.  I understand." I
reassured him.

"Maybe I should go to a prostitute," he wondered.

"It might solve your problem," I said.

"I don't know."  He shook his head.  "The whole idea is so
unappealing to me"

"I feel so bad for you, Duke," I said.  And then I started to cry a
little thinking of him and Doris.  What he had and would never have
again.

"Come on now," he said, patting my back and putting his arm around my
shoulder, hugging me to him.  He was comforting me.  "You're such a
good friend," he said.   He squeezed me a little more.  I looked into
his eyes, and then he looked into mine, and he bent slightly forward and
gave me a small kiss on the lips.  I sat there motionless, hoping
something more would happen.  I guess when he saw I wasn't going to
freak out, and that I had obviously liked being kissed, he bent forward
again, and gave me another kiss.  But this one wasn't quick.  It started
out on the lips, and then slowly his mouth opened and his tongue snaked
out and began licking my lips.  I opened my mouth and his tongue crawled
inside, licking my tongue, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and I was
starting to suck on his delicious tongue, and I was moaning. My arms went
around him and I clutched him to me.  I looked down and noted his
erection.

The hand which had been around my shoulders now started drifting down my
back until it reached the cheeks I was sitting on.  He was patting them,
rubbing them.  And it was wonderful.  I knew that I had an erection too,
but his was the one that interested me.  I gently placed my hand in his
lap and began caressing his large stiff organ through the cloth of his
jeans.  I had never been so excited in my life.  My god.  Did I want to
see that thing!  To touch it!  To taste it!

"Why don't we go up to the bedroom," he suggested.  He stood up and
took my hand, leading me upstairs into the master bedroom, where the
queen size bed was.  The bed that he and Doris had shared for so many
years. He planted his tall body directly in front of me and began to
unbutton my shirt.  Then he lifted my undershirt up, off my arms and over
my head.  I stood there passively as he prepared me.  Now he was
unbuttoning and unzipping my blue jeans.  He sat me down on the edge of
the bed to take my shoes and socks off, and to pull the pants from my
legs.  Finally he made me sit up a little so that he could slip my white
jockeys from under my bottom, then down my legs and off.  I was naked in
front of Duke.  He stood there looking at me as he started to remove his
own clothing.

Finally he pushed me over on the bed and lay down next to me.  We both
lay staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, not saying anything.  Then
he edged me onto my side facing him and began nuzzling at my mouth
again.  I threw my arms around his back, stretching my mouth open for
access.  His large right hand reached around my back and began to gently
caress my ass cheeks.  He was really turned on by my behind, and that
thought made me excited.  I got a little stiffer thinking about Duke in
relation to my ass.

Duke himself had a thick iron-hard fire poker in front of him. He took my
hand and wrapped it around his poker, and I gently massaged it, feeling
it get thicker and thicker.  His flesh down there was incredibly hot.
His poker.  What was it going to poke?  I tried not to let my mind get
ahead of me.

Duke's hand was running through my hair now, letting the strands fall
around his large fingers.  Then I felt as if that hand were putting some
pressure on top of my head, pushing it away from his face, and pushing it
down along his body till it got to his crotch and I was face to face with
the thick iron fire poker, which was in reality an imposing tower of male
flesh.

"Suck on it for me, sweetheart," he whispered.

I had never done such a thing before, but how could I resist  the word
`sweetheart'?  I totally melted inside when he called me that.  I
tentatively took the instrument in my hand and bent it forward to touch
my lips.  He groaned.  I continued rubbing my lips on the large head.
Then throwing caution to the wind, I stuck my tongue out and began
licking it with gusto.

"Take it in your mouth, sweetheart," he urged.

So of course I immediately enmouthed it.  It was wonderful, I felt like a
baby sucking on a very large nipple waiting for my reward, the sweet milk
to come. He moaned. I moaned.  It was been everything I'd been dreaming
of my whole life, not even knowing what I had been dreaming of.  Duke's
pulsating dick in my mouth, stretching now to the back of my throat, and
his hands pressing the back of my head, as he was feeding it to me,
making me swallow it, even though I was coughing and choking and
dribbling.  It went back and back until it hit the very back of my throat
with each forward thrust.  Oh my God. Oh my God.  My darling Duke  My own
darling Duke.  I had my Duke's cock in my mouth, slamming my tender
throat.

"Oh, sweetheart," He moaned again and kept pounding.   Then he kind of
eased off and slowly took his sweet penis from my mouth.

"What's wrong?"  I asked nervously.  I wondered what I had done.

"Nothing's wrong, sweetness.  It's just that there are other things
I'd like to try."

"Oh," I said.

We lay side by side on the bed again, and he cuddled my small body in his
large arms, kissing my face.  "I wish I could do for you what you just
did for me.  But I can't. I just can't.  I hope you don't mind that."
He apologized.

"Don't be silly.  I don't mind that at all.  I wouldn't even want you
to do that to me.  My happiness is to give you pleasure.  That's all I
want, believe me."  He kissed my lips again.  And then it became another
long wet affair again.

As he lifted his lips from mine, he whispered, "I wanna be inside you.
Is that okay?"

Of course it was okay and I said so.  His hand began massaging my round
firm little ass cheeks, and one finger strayed into the crack and began
to massage my  virgin pucker.  It was so tight.  He was having trouble
trying to work his finger inside, so he spit on it and tried again.  This
time it penetrated.

"Oh, it's so hot and tight in there," he breathed.  "I can almost
imagine what it's gonna feel like when its wrapped around my big gun.
It's gonna make my gun wanna shoot real quick.  Isn't it, sweetheart?"

"Yes, honey," I answered.  "I want your gun in my tight little
holster.  Please put your gun in my holster before you let it go off."

He raised my face to his and asked a question.  "Have you ever had a gun
in your holster before, sweetheart?"

"I never have," I answered truthfully.

"Then we had best get something to help."  He got off the bed and
walked to the master bathroom across the room.  He came out with a large
tube of lubricant.

He kneeled on the bed next to me and made me turn onto my stomach.
Slowly he began feeding his fingers and the gel into my behind, making it
looser and wider.  Twisting his fingers around to let the muscle get used
to width and girth.

Preparing my hiney for something very big.

Finally he crawled on top of me and began to ease his stiff thick rope
through my tiny needle hole.  It didn't happen easily.  He kept having
to take it out and put more goo on it.  Then he'd put it back inside me,
this time a little deeper.  It took a while till the whole length of it
glided in and I could feel his balls on my ass cheeks.  As he worked it
into me, I delighted in the slight scratchiness of his pubic air on my
behind.  And then he took it out again.  Just when it was starting to
feel so good.

"Turn around, sweetheart," he said.  "I wanna look at you while I'm
fucking you. Is that okay?"

"That is very okay," I answered. I turned over, and now lying on my
back, let him crawl between my outstretched legs and raise them over his
shoulders, lifting me so that the entrance into my body was pointing
upwards and towards him.  He relubricated once more and pressed his rigid
dick into the opening which gladly now gave way, and allowed him full
entry deep into my bowels.  He eased my legs off of his shoulders and
they were flapping on each side of his own.

"Wrap your legs around my butt, sweetheart.  Fold your heels.  Put your
hands on my butt and pull me into you."

"Yes," I said.  I wrapped my legs around his strong  gluteal muscles
and imprisoned him inside me.  As he began to fuck me I clutched his ass
cheeks and pulled him as deeply into me as he could get on each
downstroke.  I was grinding my own ass cheeks against his abdominal
muscles.  It was a delicious hot fuck.  I had never known anything like
this before.

"I'm loving this," said Duke.

"I'm loving it more," I almost screamed, as all those sensations were
bombarding me.  "Oh, Duke.  I wish this never had to end."

"It won't ever end, sweetheart.  We're gonna be doing this all the
time now, if you don't mind."

"Oh, God.  I don't mind.  Just keep giving it to me like this.  My
beautiful lover. My handsome lover.  I love you.  I love you."

Duke didn't say he loved me. He just shut my mouth with another
breathtaking kiss, as he kept stroking my sucking internal tunnel with
his fleshy armament.  And then he was going crazy on top of me, banging
and pounding, and making breathy noises.  "I'm gonna shoot," he
yelled. "I gonna shoot my load into your hot little ass. Here it comes.
Here it comes," I felt his dick enlarging and exploding deep within me
and the warm gushes of spunk were bathing my passages, relaxing them as
though it were a narcotic bath.  We held each other, both of us trying to
catch our breath after the fantastic mind-blowing exertion of our
physical union.  "Oh, Duke.  Oh, Duke." I kept repeating. I was
starting to cry.

"Sshhh, now.  Ssshh," he said, stroking my body tenderly.
"Everything's just fine.  That was so beautiful, sweetheart. You don't
know how happy you've made me."

"I love you, Duke," I said again.

"And I love you, little Jack, sweetheart."

"You do?" I asked.  I didn't see how he could really love me.  I
needed assurance. "You really love me?"

"A lot.  Why I just want to hold you and kiss you and fuck you all over
the place."

We started kissing again.

As the days moved forward life continued almost as before.  I kept my own
house next door, but would come over every afternoon to make dinner for
my man while he was at work.  After dinner we'd usually watch a game on
TV before heading upstairs to our warm bed.  And Duke was true to his
word.  It was never going to end.  He fucked me constantly, tirelessly,
for long periods of time and then after he came he'd take only a short
rest before fucking me again.  I never dreamed that I would ever find
this kind of happiness in my life.  Before the days had always dragged
by, and now as they were flying by so quickly, I wanted time to stand
still.  Stand still at the exact moment Duke's big cock was plundering
my hole.

How could such a wonderful thing have happened to me? One night as Duke
was lying on top of me, fucking like mad, I looked up at the ceiling,
above the ceiling, into the sky, through the sky where Doris must be, and
way up there somewhere, I knew she was smiling.