Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2017 17:13:56 -0500
From: D B <donbon@gmail.com>
Subject: The Journey of a Lonely Heart - Part 1

The Journey of a Lonely Heart, Part 1 by DGB

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Derek slowly sipped his beer while he watched the waves roll in.  It was
his last night of vacation but he wasn't quite ready to go home yet.  He'd
been throwing himself into work the last 6 months just so he didn't have
time to think about life.  It was easier to just keep plugging along the
daily grind than to admit his life had gotten to this point.  It wasn't
that Derek was unhappy, but something just felt off. Unfinished.  He was
good at his job, but at the end of the day he felt numb, like a hamster
running on the same little wheel day in and day out, never making progress.
He had hoped it was just a funk and maybe if he worked harder it would
pass.

And now here he was, a week on a tropical island intended to let him relax
and recharge, time to think things through and maybe sort out his emotions
once and for all. It had worked to help him relax at least, or rather the
two beachfront massages had.  And the fresh coconut spiked with rum might
have helped.  And of course he couldn't forget the blowjob from the cute
little 21 year old college cub this afternoon.

His flirting with the cub had started innocently enough, just two guys from
Texas chatting about paradise on growlr. Neither had intended on hooking up
since in a few days Mike would be headed back to school and Derek home to
work.  Derek knew he was probably kidding himself, of course the kid was
hoping for some action, even if they knew that age and distance would keep
this from being serious.  Mike had met him at the hotel Starbucks, wearing
tight shorts showing off a firm bubble butt, a tank top from some random
frat house, and a faded Houston Astros cap.

Mike was far too young for him. Besides that, Derek didn't understand what
the kid would see in him anyway.  Derek was 36, 6'1", but largely
unremarkable from the other men on the app.  He was neither large enough to
tick the chub fetish, nor thin enough to be a chaser.  He could stand to
lose a few pounds, but finding time for the gym had never been a priority.
His dark blonde hair had started to thin, but he compensated with goatee,
reddish with just a hint of white.  Derek's eyes were a startlingly vibrant
blue, but the camera never quite seemed to capture that, so it couldn't
have been his profile photo. Mike had made no secret about how much he
wanted to run his hands across Derek's furry chest, but that hardly
qualified as a distinguishing characteristic.  He was hairy all over,
always had been, and the one time he had shaved him pubes on a lark just
made him feel silly.  It wasn't that Derek lacked self confidence in his
appearance, he just saw himself as average, and he was content with that.

Neither really felt like coffee, so Derek had invited him up to his room
for a beer. And there they were, standing on the balcony chatting away and
enjoying a few drinks, and the occasional bump became a lean, and a pat on
the back turned into a gentle rub.  When Mike had looked up into his eyes,
Derek leaned over and gave the boy a kiss that made him whimper.  Derek had
to stifle a chuckle when he felt Mike start to hump his leg.  Derek had
broken off the kiss and started to pull away, but the little cub was
insistent.  And what man can resist pleading eyes and a hand on their dick?

The kissing continued for several minutes, becoming increasingly urgent as
Mike's grinding had slowly backed Derek against the wall. He let has hands
roam the kids back, slowly getting lower and lower. Mike was just a little
too short for Derek to play with his ass. He thought the boy was going to
cum from all the moaning when he had finally pulled up his shirt and ran
his hand across Mike's bare flesh. Derek's last shred of resistance melted
when Mike had whispered "Please Daddy let me suck you."

Daddy. There it was. Derek still wasn't sure how he felt about being called
daddy, but right now his dick was doing most of the thinking. He quickly
spun them around and pinned the boy against the wall.  He held the kid's
head in place as their tongues dueled for supremacy, and used his other
hand to finally dig into that ass. Mike's fevered whimpering left no doubt
he was excited by the turn of events. "Yeah boy, are you going to make
Daddy happy?" Derek threw out, testing the waters.

"Yes sir! I promise sir I'll do whatever you want to make you happy. Please
let me suck your cock sir."

Well, Derek mused, guess that answers that. This boy wants me to use him.
He usually didn't go much for domination or dirty talk, but why not roll
with it this time?  The surge of power over the boy had Derek's dick
starting to leak.

"Yeah that's a good boy.  Daddy wants you on your knees right here, and
you're not allowed to get up until you've drained me dry." He roughly
grabbed Mike's bulge through his shorts as he added "Are you going to make
Daddy happy boy?"

And that's all it took.  There was no mistaking the telltale signs of a man
shooting in his underwear.  Derek kept massaging Mike's bulge and kissed
the boy hard to try and quiet the moans.  It would be a bit embarrassing if
another hotel guest started to bang on the door.

Derek slowed the kisses as Mike's orgasm ebbed.  As the kid started to
blush, Derek thought for sure he was about to bolt for the door.  He was
about to try and make some small talk when Mike spoke "Thank you
sir. Please let me make you happy now".

It took only seconds for Mike to drop to his knees and unzip the older
man's shorts.  Derek's 6" cut cock proudly stood at attention.  He knew he
didn't have the longest cock, but his fleshy girth more than made up for
any lack of length in his mind.  Derek gave a contented sigh as Mike licked
the length of his cock before closing his lips around the head. Derek
looked out over the ocean and let the warm ocean breeze and the warmth on
his dick carry him to paradise. It quickly became apparent that Mike wasn't
the most experienced lad.  It's been said that even a bad pizza is still
pizza, and the same can be said for blowjobs, as long as teeth don't get in
the way.

Derek reached out and ran his hands through Mike's hair, hoping to feed the
kids fantasy.  He also wondered what it said about him that here he was, on
a tropical island, standing on his balcony and staring out across the
Atlantic, his dick in a college kid's mouth, and he was just ready for the
encounter to be over.  He was already feeling bad about using the kid. As
the guilt settled in Mike pulled off long enough to say "Use me Daddy,
please feed me".

So Derek started thrusting, and realizing the boy could handle it, grabbed
his head and got more forceful.  Derek imagined it was sex with a steady
boyfriend and shot his load a few thrusts later.

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After they were done, and reality set in, Mike made a quick exit.  Derek
didn't really pay attention to the mumbled excuse.

After Mike left, he was again alone with his thoughts as the sun set over
the water, and the endless pound of waves on the beach.  His beer was warm
now, but it made no difference as he drank the last few sips. Tomorrow he'd
be on his way back home, still undecided about what he needed to do
next. And next was a big category right now, and he didn't know what would
make his life more complete.

Should he return the recruiters call, or maybe look for a career change?
Was he ready to try dating again? That never worked well in the past, since
he rarely found someone who held his interest, and when he found someone
that did, there hadn't been a mutual spark.  Derek's heart yearned to find
the missing pieces of his life.

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Derek woke at sunrise, his room bathed in vibrant light.  Derek stretched
and reflected that he was usually up early for work anyway.

The thought of work filled him with a sense of dread, not just from the
backlog of emails he knew was waiting, but just the idea of going back to
the grind that wore him down.  And in that moment he knew it was time for
change. Life was too short to spend most of your life grinding away at
something that didn't make you happy.  Maybe this trip had been more
therapeutic than he thought.

With a new sense of relief, Derek decided to indulge a bit and ordered eggs
benedict and a pot of coffee from room service. Throwing on a pair of
shorts he went out to grab the empty beer cans off the balcony, and spotted
Mike's cap in the corner.  The kid must have been in such a rush to book an
uber and leave that he forgot all about it.  Derek decided to try and do
the respectable thing by returning the hat, but of course Mike's profile
had disappeared overnight like so many hookups do. That was the part about
meeting men that bothered Derek the most.  They obviously had both had fun
in the moment, so why pretend the other doesn't exist afterwards? Was it so
much to ask to get a "thanks for last night, I really enjoyed meeting you"
type message? Derek wondered yet again if he would ever find a satisfying
relationship.

"Looks like I have a souvenir after all" Derek thought with a smirk, just
as his breakfast arrived.

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Derek wore his new hat on the flight home. Security and baggage claim had
both been unusually quick, so maybe the hat was a good luck charm. Time
flew by the next three weeks. Derek had called the recruiter back and sent
a few emails off to contacts, and by the end of the week he had two
interviews lined up. One played to his strengths offering him an
engineering director position for a niche oil and gas exploration firm, and
the other would take his life in an entirely new direction as corporate
outreach director for a non-profit organization.

He had volunteered off and on with the non-profit for years, ever since a
class project for his MBA The organization worked to improve the lives of
children with cancer, bringing an arts program into the clinic and an
annual summer camp where the kids could forget about their medical problems
for a few days and just be kids.  Derek's role would be to use his network
from the offshore industry to find new sources of corporate support, and to
raise the organizations profile amongst the philanthropically minded.  Of
course the pay offered by the non-profit wasn't even close to the
engineering position, but it was enough for Derek to continue living his
comfortable lifestyle.  And money wasn't everything, right?

The ink hadn't even dried on his signature when Derek handed in his letter
of resignation.  His boss wasn't entirely surprised, she had sensed Derek
was on the verge of something for a while.  She had seen it before: a top
performer capable of running circles around their peers, highly regarded by
clients, that seemed to just burn out one day when they no longer felt
challenged.  She had learned there was nothing she could do but reap the
benefits of employees like Derek while she could, and wish them well in
their new endeavor.

Derek walked out of work that afternoon with a spring in his step, feeling
lighter than he had in ages.  Probably the last time he had changed jobs,
thinking this one would be the place to make him happy.  It had for a few
years, but now he itched for a new challenge.  Derek had fired off a text
to his best friend Jenn earlier that afternoon to see if she was free for
dinner.

Jenn knew a surprise invitation from "Mr. Predictable" for Mexican food and
margaritas meant Derek was up to something, and her husband was out of town
anyway, so Jenn quickly accepted. Hopefully this meant he was done teasing
her, and would finally share what he was up to.

She laughed as soon as she saw her friend sitting on the restaurant patio
with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, wearing a worn Astros cap,
sunglasses, and a big goofy grin.  "I didn't think you were much of a
baseball fan" Jenn remarked while taking her seat.

"I'm not, but it was the only one I had in the car. Besides, it's a lucky
hat" Derek replied as the waiter came to get Jenn's drink order. Jenn
demanded Derek spill the beans about what was going on as soon as the
waiter left. She was happy to see her friend in a good mood, knowing that
he hadn't been himself for a while.  His excitement talking about the
non-profit job was infectious and they talked for three hours before
deciding to call it a night.  The waiter was happy at the large tip they
left behind.

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Derek had offered to stay a month at his job to allow for a smooth
transition, but thankfully his boss had only asked him to stay on another
week. She knew Derek had wrapped up the bulk of his projects before
vacation, so there wasn't much sense in getting him involved in something
new.  The executive director at the non-profit he would report to, Robyn,
was leaving for vacation herself, so they agreed Derek's first day would be
a week from Monday when she returned. That gave him a three day weekend to
mentally relax and shift gears into his new role.

Leaving his office for the last time Thursday afternoon was bittersweet.
His now former boss had taken him out for a quick lunch before dashing off
to a meeting.  She told him he was free to go whenever he was done with
goodbyes, just use his security badge like normal to get out of the parking
garage before deactivation at 5pm.  With that she headed off to her meeting
and left him on his own.

Derek wasn't much for goodbyes, so he just logged off his computer and
threw the charge cable for his phone into his backpack. He'd taken all his
other personal items home earlier in the week. With a final check to make
sure he had everything, he pulled the office door closed and silently
headed for the elevator.

He didn't start smiling until he popped open the rear gate of his Subaru.
Sitting right there in the middle of the cargo bay was the lucky hat. Derek
smirked as he pulled on the cap, rolled up his sleeves, and headed home.
He couldn't help but crank up the radio as he left his old life in the
dust.

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Friday morning found him wide awake at 5am, giddy and floating on
air. Derek couldn't remember the last time he felt this light, and being
unemployed was fun. He thought to himself that this was going to be an
awfully long weekend if he didn't find some outlet for all this energy. So
he fired up the Nespresso machine for a few shots of caffeine, and set
about cleaning the house.

His house was located in a suburb West of Houston.  When he bought the
place it was a new neighborhood just being built and only a short 10 minute
drive to work.  Even though he saw himself as more of the urban type these
days, the price and location had suited his needs. The fire place had
inspired romantic visions of cold winter nights spent cuddled up with a
boyfriend and a glass of wine.  Of course, in Houston cold winter nights
only last for a month or so, but it was still fun to dream.

He never had lived out that particular fantasy in front of the fireplace.
Despite his best attempts over the years, lasting relationships had eluded
him.  In fact, he had never even shared the bed in his master bedroom. Any
action had always started in the living room, and since the guest bedroom
was first in the hallway he'd steer guys there.  Derek had come to realize
the guest bedroom was a defense mechanism of sorts. He guarded his bed just
like his heart, keeping everyone just a few doors away.  Letting another
man share his bed was something that would only happen when he could trust
someone completely, and he knew he wouldn't wake up to an empty bed.

By the end of the weekend Derek had 10 trash bags piled on the curb waiting
for Monday's garbage pickup, and two bags and a few boxes headed to
charity.  The purge of stuff he no longer needed had been cathartic, a
decade of meaningless clutter gone. He finally fell asleep just before one,
jittery at the potential tomorrow held.

Derek's first day was mostly spent filling out HR paperwork and getting
familiar with the staff.  He had resolved that he wanted to be friends with
as many coworkers as possible, a departure from his normal routine of
keeping work strictly professional.  Sure it seemed to be appropriate for
the business world, but it was also a bit lonely to not work with
friends. Heck, at his last job he wasn't even sure if they knew he was
gay. It wasn't that he was really in the closet, but his personal life had
no bearing on his job performance, so why should he share his life with
strangers? He realized he must have seemed awfully cold to his coworkers,
but the corporate world could be cut throat and he refused to provide ammo
for personal attacks.

Slipping into professional mode at the office just came so easy, and he'd
be well past the time for forming friendship before he knew who he could
trust. But now he was no longer a member of the cold corporate world. His
coworkers at the non-profit seemed to be a family of sorts during the
interview, and they were there to make a difference in the world, not
generate returns for shareholders.  Derek would never admit it out loud,
but he craved to be part of a family.  Since the foundation was pretty
small, there was little reason for his coworkers to be competitive.  Derek
was determined to let his true self shine through, and hopefully find
contentment in new work and new friends.

Derek scored points with Robyn asking if she and her wife Natalie had a
good trip, but blushed when he admitted he couldn't remember the name of
their son. Derek had never been the best at remembering names until after
he had engaged in conversation with someone for a while, but he was making
a real effort to get better.  Remembering donors by name would be a must in
this job.

This job was new territory, but Derek was confident he'd get the hang of
it.  On Tuesday he was scheduled to have lunch with Robyn and a couple of
the board members to get ideas on where to focus his energy.  Just as they
were walking to the door, Robyn got a call from the caterer needing to
review contracts for an upcoming event, so he headed out to lunch on his
own.  He sat in his car and listened to the end of "Don't Stop Believing"
since he was a few minutes early, and answered Jenn's text about how work
was going.  When the song finished he looked up and his attention was
instantly captured by the denim clad butt of a man walking towards the
restaurant.

Derek felt his breath catch when the man turned around to hold the door
open for a group of women.  He looked to be in his mid-thirties, 5'-7" or
so, with dark hair and bronze skin, likely of South American descent.  His
baby blue polo was pulled tight across his chest, showing off hairy
muscular arms and a firm torso on top of a set of thick legs.  The jeans
accentuated a tantalizing bulge making Derek hungry for more than just
lunch. Right as he was getting his libido in check, the sexy little
fireplug smiled showing off the cutest dimples, nodded to the women and
went inside.  Derek couldn't help but think how he'd do anything to see
that smile again, kiss those sweet lips, and hold the stud close.

An involuntary sigh escaped as he got out and headed into the restaurant.
The man was probably here to meet his wife for lunch, and besides that
Derek had business to attend to.  Checking in with the hostess he found out
the two board members he was meeting had already been seated.  He followed
the host into the restaurant and glanced around hoping to catch another
glimpse of the man with the dimples. Between the lunch crowd and high
walled booths he couldn't see much, and gave up the search reminding
himself he was working.

The hostess led him to a booth at the back, and a woman dressed in scrubs
immediately stood up to greet him. He shook the offered hand of Dr. Lindsey
Barnes, chairman of the board, and turned to greet the other member of
their party. Derek's mouth suddenly went dry as the man in the blue polo
stood before him, introduced as Dr Trevor Smith.

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