Date: Sat, 6 Feb 2010 22:26:07 EST
From: Mddnspnk@aol.com
Subject: A Tale of Two Men, Part 1

An original story, with all rights reserved.  Questions and comments may be
sent to mddnspnk@aol.com.  You are invited to comment on what you liked.
Since this is the first story, the author would appreciate encouraging
comments and input.  And it is a story, not a sound bite, so if you need it
to flash, then it wouldn't be worth your time to read.  But if you have a
cup of coffee and a few minutes, have a read.


A Tale of Two Men -- Part 2 Getting Warm


As Tim was moving the kettle off the heat, Darryl called from across the
room, "The mugs are in the upper cabinet next to the sink.  And the hot
chocolate is in the cabinet above stove.  Pour us both some."

Tim pulled out two mugs, then reached up and opened the small cabinet above
the stove.  Then stretched up his hand...standing on his tiptoes even...but
could not reach the packets.  "Wow, these cabinets are high too, just like
the bathroom," thought Tim to himself.  Not sure how to get them, but not
wanting to call attention to it...this is why nothing in Tim's kitchen is
on the top shelves of the upper cabinets...Tim realized he'd have to get a
chair.  And hated the idea, as always.  So he stood again on his tiptoes,
straining to reach the packets, even grunting as he stretched beyond his
maximum.  Then surprised as he saw a big hand reach in easily and pull out
the packets, Tim sank back down to his heels and quickly pulled his hand
down, not wanting to be obvious about how hard he was straining.

"Sorry, little man, didn't realize that this'd be too high for ya," said
Darryl down to Tim.  "Here ya go," continued Darryl as he lowered the
packets down and held them out for Tim to take.

Embarrassed by needing the help, and feeling small again in the tall man's
presence, Tim felt his frustration flare as it always did when reminded of
his height.  Yet, at the same time he realized he didn't hear derision in
the big man's voice.  No mocking.  But rather statement of fact and a quick
yet sincere apology that he didn't realize how high up the packets were.
"Well, that is understandable.  He wasn't trying to make me feel bad,"
thought Tim to himself.  "They're at an easy height for him...and he took
care of it when I needed without making me feel bad.  Shouldn't be upset
with him," continued Tim in his mind as he took a deep breath.  "No, not
going to be upset.  But just accept it...he is very tall, and it's natural
for him to be able to do things I can't and have things in ways that work
for him."  Feeling his frustration dissipate as he felt the basic respect
from the tall man of honest assessment of their differences, instead of
derision, Tim felt a new level of respect for and comfort with the giant
man beside/next to him.  "And compared to him who wouldn't be little,"
thought Tim wryly as he accepted the name which otherwise would have made
him bristle, and accepted the packets.

"Go ahead and get it ready. I'll be right back," said Darryl as he gave the
back of Tim's neck/shoulders a light squeeze.  Momentarily frozen at the
surprise contact, Tim had no thoughts as he was lost in the sensation of
feeling the strength grip him, and massage him just a bit, powerful fingers
working into his muscles.  Then, a bit surprised because he usually didn't
like contact from other guys, Tim took a deep breath and got the drinks
ready.

Just as he finished stirring the drinks, Darryl returned and said "Here,
this should work for you to reach," as he set down a two step footstool.
Glancing at it, Tim's ears and face reddened.  Seeing Tim's reaction,
Darryl's voice sharpened as he said "The other way is climbing up onto the
counter to reach.  But I don't want you to fall, so that's not really an
option.  You will use this."

Tim's reaction again ran a gamut, as he was embarrassed by the attention to
his height, his response of feeling inadequate...but he then immediately
reacted against the image of climbing onto the counter...and quickly
appreciated the big man for providing a way for him to keep his dignity.
"He doesn't want me to fall...guess I could," thought Tim as he processed,
again understanding Darryl's obvious care and concern for him.  "And I
don't want to climb up like a child.  Yeah, this is better," Tim finished
as he got through his reactions and realized Darryl's plan was a good one.

Sitting down on the bar stool closest to the table, Darryl said "Let's get
some of the warmth in you" as he motioned with his hand for Tim to bring
the mugs to the bar.  Which Tim did, carefully setting down Darryl's hot
mug, then his own.  Then Tim tried to pull out the bar stool...a big, high,
heavy bar stool.  But struggled with it.  Which Darryl quickly noticed.
Quick as a cat Darryl got up and lifted the stool out effortlessly.  "I
forget how heavy these are.  Here," said Darryl gallantly as he pulled the
stool out for Tim.  Waiting a moment in the expectation Darryl would sit
back down, Tim realized he'd have to climb up into the stool with Darryl
watching him.  Ears reddening again, Tim knew he couldn't stand there and
wait...couldn't ask him to sit back down or not watch...realized once he
sat down he couldn't get the stool back in to the counter.  He had no
option.

Carefully maneuvering himself onto the high stool, suddenly aware again
that he was in only a t-shirt with nothing on underneath, Tim tried to make
sure he stayed covered.  Once he was seated he felt even smaller as Darryl
pushed the stool up to the bar so Tim could reach his drink.  "There ya
go," said Darryl as he sat down again.  Now settled, Tim thought a moment,
realizing it was nice of Darryl to pull out the stool instead of making him
struggle with it.  Once again Tim went from automatic embarrassment to
reconsidering and realizing how well this big man was treating him, with
care, not giving him more than he could handle.

"Ahhh, that's good," exclaimed Darryl as he took a drink of hot chocolate.
"Drink up...I want your insides warmed up too.  Don't always decide to use
hot chocolate, so enjoy."

Dutifully Tim took a drink, careful not to scorch his tongue.  And as the
taste treat filled his mouth, he relaxed a bit more.  Then swallowed and
enjoyed the heat going down inside him, feeling it even in his stomach.
"Ahh," Tim echoed, "that is good.  Haven't had hot chocolate in years.  Too
many calories.  So this is good...but these few swallows are good enough,"
said Tim as he was enjoying the taste but remembering his decisions about
limiting sweets.

Chuckling, Darryl looked over at Tim's mug.  "Few swallows?  Hardly looks
like you've had any."  Then Darryl shook his head.  "You still need to get
warmed up inside.  Your hair's still damp, and you were chilled to the
point of shivering.  I'm not having you get sick.  So no, those "few"
swallows aren't enough.  Drink it all."

Looking at his mug as Darryl was speaking, Tim admitted to himself that he
hadn't really drunk much at all.  That it did feel really good inside,
warming him up.  Then hearing the firm voice telling him to drink it all,
he nodded and knew it'd be good for him.  I guess I don't have to be so
rigid about the sweets, Tim thought to himself in part of his brain as he
took a big drink.

Another part of his brain was processing without words how he was willing
to change his mind...usually once he had made it up it was pointless for
anyone to try to get him to do something different.  His eyes shifted
quickly to look at the big man next to him...and flashed opened wide as he
saw intense blue eyes looking at him as if reading a scrolling message.
The jolt of surprise went right down into his groin as he shifted his gaze
back down to his mug, trying to act like nothing was wrong.  But then, his
eyes flashed open wide again as he became aware of the unwanted filling in
his dick.  "Where did that come from," Tim thought to himself.  "Guess this
hot chocolate is a real rush," he concluded as he tried to move his free
hand casually to his lap, desperately trying to appear unaffected.

Smiling to himself as he watched the small man react, reading his face and
eyes and seeing that his guest didn't know how obvious he was.  Knowing
that his hand was now in his lap for a reason.  "Well, obvious at least to
me," chuckled Darryl to himself.  "To be fair, most men wouldn't realize
it.  Because they wouldn't have caused it.  Couldn't have caused it.  Many
think they are...but few are truly dominant.  And not just because of size.
Although that makes it easier in many ways.  Can already tell this man
would not be taken in by any wannabes.  Been a while since I've had such a
ripe specimen to work with.  Time to take this up a notch," Darryl decided.

"Now that I've gotten you warmed up, tell me your name," said Darryl.

"oh...um...it's Tim.  I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier," Tim added
automatically.

After a moment of consideration, Darryl said "Apology accepted."  Tim's
eyes flashed a bit as he heard that...realizing the big man had actually
thought he should have done something different before.  Not that he was
just being polite in his automatic apology.  His eyes back on those
penetrating blue eyes as he was thinking, Tim slowly considered that maybe
he should have introduced himself earlier.  That he had been a bit rude.
And then in the weight of the gaze from the big man Tim lowered his eyes as
he did feel the regret that he had just apologized for.

Looking at...looking into Tim's flashing eyes, and seeing him process,
Darryl held Tim's eyes.  Letting his look convey that he did expect Tim to
do better.  And that he accepted his apology.  But that he wanted a real
one...not just one of automatic politeness.  "There it is," thought Darryl
to himself when he saw recognition and acceptance in Tim's eyes.  And then
saw them lower down.

Seeing that, Darryl then continued, "You were preoccupied with being wet,"
chuckled Darryl.  "I'm Darryl," he continued as he put out his big right
hand.  Tim's eyes flashed open again, and then he lifted his right hand
from his lap to shake, trying to will his dick to be quiet.  And then was
distracted by how big and calloused Darryl's hand was.  "Man," said Tim to
himself.  At least he thought it was to himself.  He didn't realize he had
actually spoken aloud.  Darryl did, of course, and held Tim's hand a bit
longer than usual, to give the small man time to feel the size
difference...to feel captured as he tried to pull his hand back when the
handshake would normally have been over...to have to accept that Darryl
would decide when they would let go.  And to make sure Tim's lap was not
covered.

Then, just when it was starting to feel over long, Darryl winked and said
"Glad to meet you, Timmy."

Startled again by the playful wink...yet deep down inside feeling very much
the object of Darryl's focus, Tim gave a quick gasp that he didn't notice,
then stammered a response "uh...um..yeah...nice to meet you, too."  After
Darryl had released his hand, Tim was too preoccupied to put back in his
lap, especially when he heard the diminutive he had never liked.  And
always objected to.  Yet he was unable to say anything with those intense
eyes boring in to him when he glanced back at them.  And as the moment
continued, eyes falling down from the intense gaze, then flashing back and
falling again, Tim could not focus enough to object.

After letting Tim feel the moment, Darryl asked, "Are you married?  Do you
need to contact your wife?"

"Uh...um...yeah.  I am.  And I should call her," answered Tim as he
mentally tore himself free and took another drink, taking comfort in doing
that task.

"Well, good, wouldn't want her to worry," said Darryl.  "How long have you
been married?"

"Eight years now."

"That's good.  I was married for 12 years before my wife passed away.
Breast cancer.  It's been almost two years now.  Every day is precious.  So
it's good that you know her well.  And take care of her."

"Wow...sorry to hear that.  Yeah, I do care for her."

"Good.  I like to see that.  To see a man taking care of his wife.  Showing
her that she's special.  For him to make her feel special.  Appreciated.
Gives her great security to feel a man taking charge," said Darryl.

"Yeah, I can see that with Mary.  And I'm always trying to do it better,"
responded Tim.

"Yeah, I know you are Timmy.  I can see that in you already," said Darryl
in a conversational yet forceful, interested and also somehow authoritative
voice.  "I'm going to help you in that.  Share some of my knowledge and
show you a few things."

Not sure how to respond out of the confusion inside himself and not sure
what this man he just met meant, Tim just said "uh...ok."

"Time to call her," Darryl said as he stood up and spun Tim's stool around
to allow him room to get down.  Which Tim did, but right beside the tall
man who hadn't moved, immediately feeling small again after feeling normal
and equal as they were sitting at eye level while having their drinks.

"Here, use the phone right here to call your wife.  Let her know you're
ok," said Darryl as he showed Tim the phone.  "And it's time to start
preparing dinner, so while you're talking, wash the vegetables off, and
then peel a couple of these melons.  I'm going to get your car out of the
ditch before dark and it snows too much."

"I can just call her on my cell," responded Tim decisively as his mind went
to practical, right away back in control with the familiar process of
calling.

"No you can't.  Remember...it got soaked and is dead," said Darryl as he
brought the phone from the foyer to Tim.

"Oh, man.  ...um, no...I don't really need to call....," responded Tim as
he was processing both needing to make sure his wife knew was ok and
different things that Darryl was saying.  As he was still looking at his
phone, preoccupied, he asked as his gaze eventually shifted to his car "How
are you going to get the car out of the ditch?  You have a tow truck or
something?"

"Don't worry about it.  I have unlimited long distance.  So call.  And I'm
going to be hungry, so you start preparing us some food.  And no worrying
about the car.  That's for me to take care of.  Now call.  And get
busy....I'll be back in a bit," said Darryl as he reached down and gave Tim
a light, but still penetrating pat on the butt before heading out.

"uhg" Once again Tim's mind jumped completely past where it was...and he
stopped looking out the window at his car and picked up the phone, grateful
that Darryl had provided for him completely and effortlessly.  Feeling
it...accepting it.  And then appreciating his concern for his wife.  So Tim
called home.

As he talked with his wife, Tim returned to his normal self...settled back
in to his role as protector, provider, leader...loving his wife for all her
independence and not needing him, but accepting him in her life in just
that way...as a real man.  As always when he pondered that...felt it...he
became aware that his dick was semi-hard.  He loved his wife...he loved
taking care of her.  "No, I'm fine, honey.  Just a little sore from the
fall.  But my host is very generous and has made me feel at home.
Depending on the weather, I hope to be home tomorrow."

As he was talking with his wife, he was washing and picking apart the
lettuce.  At one point leaning in just a bit over the sink...and felt his
hardening dick push against the cabinet.  Tim gave a little grunt of
surprised pleasure...but then pulled back.  "Can't indulge without her
around...save it for her," thought Tim to himself...and then pulled his
hips back forcefully when he remembered where he was.  "Can't go around
with a boner...especially with nothing to lock it down."  Tim's private
nature and his discipline took over as he willed his dick down, and he
wrenched his mind back to the conversation.  "Yeah, love you too, honey.
I'll see you tomorrow."

Looking out the window again, Tim saw Darryl reach his car, and then
watched him attach the ropes to the car.  Idly wondering what Darryl was
going to do, because the car was down enough in the ditch to need a tow
truck to pull it back, Tim hung up the phone and watched as Darryl threaded
the ropes around his shoulders.  Then, like a draft horse, Darryl started
walking toward the house, slowly pulling the car up with each deliberate
step.  Eyes going wide at seeing what he couldn't believe, Tim stared in
open mouthed amazement as Darryl stepped and then stepped again, hauling
the car out of the ditch.  And then kept walking back toward the house,
pulling the car along behind him as he took steady, deliberate steps.  "No
waaaayyy" exclaimed Tim sotto voce.  "That is un...be....liev....able,"
continued Tim with a little more volume as he whispered to himself.

In awe at the display of overwhelming strength, Tim just stared at the bear
of a man as he pulled the car up to the house, then undid the ropes and put
the car back in park.  Tim was still staring out the window at the
car...his mind trying to compute how much power the man needed...had...to
pull the car out of the ditch....when he heard the door close.
Amazed...and intimidated...and for some unknown reason a bit embarrassed
for watching, Tim quickly busied himself with his task over the sink as the
heavy footsteps came in to the kitchen.

Just then the heat kicked on, and Tim felt the warm air rise from right
below him, giving him a little jolt since he had nothing on under the big
man's t-shirt and felt the air blowing on his free hanging dick.  It
surprised him that he was still aroused from talking to Mary....even harder
somehow, he realized.  Unconsciously Tim pulled his hips back just a bit
from the cabinet, not wanting to have any stimulation and eager for it go
down.

Stepping in to the kitchen, Darryl looked at the small body almost lost in
his t-shirt.  But then Tim's movement that pushed his butt back and framed
it in the t-shirt...and pushed it a little bit closer to the big man just
as Darryl stepped in that direction...made Darryl change his mind and go
directly to the sink.

Reaching around the small man who was washing vegetables, Darryl leaned his
hands in, got soap, and rubbed them together under the water to clean them.
"Even though I was using gloves, need to wash up after that."  Feeling
himself almost enveloped by the massive hulk of a man, the barrel chest
pushing lightly against Tim's neck and head, Tim froze in place, eyes on
those big hands...nose inhaling after shave mixed in with a hint of
perspiration and of the outdoors...the smell of a totally masculine,
totally authentic man...his ears only partially taking in the sounds.  "At
least the car's out of the ditch.  But I was right, no traveling today with
this snow."

As Darryl spoke, he finished washing his hands, then reached for the towel
and dried them over the sink, hands out in front of Tim's face.  "Maybe
tomorrow, but I'm not going to let you risk it tonight," Darryl said as he
put the towel down.  "So I'll take care of you until then," the big man
said, his voice coming from over Tim's head.  Just as he finished his last
words, Darryl reached down and gave a light pat on Tim's butt.

"aah" escaped Tim's lips as he automatically moved his hips forward in
surprise.

"uagh" came out of him louder the next instant as his now rock hard dick
pressed against the hard cabinet and pleasure washed over him.  But his
concern about appearing hard in this man's presence prompted him
immediately to pull his hips back further, to get his swollen dick away
from the cabinet.  Pushing his butt back right into Darryl's waiting hand.
Focused only on the wave of pleasure that had come from his dick yet not
wanting to be obvious about his struggle, Tim held his new position, and
felt immediately settled somehow.  Secure.  Safe.

Looking down at the small man, Darryl smiled as his big hand enveloped
Tim's bottom...middle fingers reaching underneath his butt...pinky reaching
out along the left side of Tim's butt...the pointer finger along the
right...and the thumb higher up on Tim's right glute.  As he understood the
reason for the small man's quick back and forth gyration.  Gently squeezing
the small yet muscular butt, which matched the small man, Darryl waited a
moment and said "Nothing like a little melon on a cold winter's day."

"So keep working and get them ready...I've got to make some calls."  And
then Darryl gave one final, firm squeeze, then a pinch with his right
pointer finger and thumb, and then a soft pat to Tim's butt, and went out
to the living space.

Leaving Tim standing there...dazed...his butt tingling from the
pressure...from the totally masculine, controlling hand...that he didn't
even realize he had put himself back into...and strangely missing it when
the hand was gone.  Reliving the sensation of the big man surrounding
him...filled with the scent of the man that was somehow familiar, close,
settling...and feeling the...Tim could only describe it as possessive
hand....and remembering the incredible power he just witnessed...Tim knew
he wanted to stay in the huge man's good graces.  Surprisingly somehow not
feeling threatened by that strength and power as he usually would be, but
rather feeling....safe...protected...secure.  With a strong desire to
please the strong man...the tingling of pleasure from his butt unlike
anything he'd felt before...alien feelings.  But he couldn't deny...good
feelings.  Finally, shaking his head a bit to clear the cobwebs, he focused
on the clear direction to get food ready for that big body, so he put his
attention on getting dinner ready.

To Be Continued