Simone Pt 03

SIMONE PART 3

An unexpected love emerges

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Simone came to my house on Tuesday night. She sat me down and sucked me for over half an hour before she let me fill her mouth. She cleaned, she cooked, we ate, then I laid her on her back and used my mouth on her pussy while my lubed fingers prepared her ass. Facing each other--my favorite way--we kept the lube flowing as we made easy ass love for a long, long time.

She said Vince was quiet after I left. He hadn't been his usual self. She told me they often talked about what was going on at work and the gym and with the people they knew. The last couple of days he seemed like his head was somewhere else. She was worried.

I told her to be patient. He had to work through his own feelings. I suggested she should just wait and be there whenever he was ready to talk to her. She agreed with me that she shouldn't argue with whatever he said, because they were his feelings, and regardless of what we thought about them, they were real to him.

We had a dinner and dancing date planned for Thursday. I promised her, if things hadn't changed by then I'd take him out to a juice bar, or a park, or something, and feel him out. I hadn't yet told her about our final discussion on Sunday, but I planned to reveal all on Thursday.

The next evening, I had just finished washing dishes when the doorbell rang. I was cooking now--no more frozen dinners, and only one beer a night. I'd also started jogging in the morning again. I was up to a mile and a half. I should be doing at least triple that.

I wasn't too surprised to find Vince when I opened the door. He was wearing his khakis and a dress shirt that barely contained him. I invited him in. I had bought some no-sugar apple/grapefruit juice, on the reasonable chance he might come by sometime. He was impressed, but declined.

He said, "Uh, can we like, uhh, talk? You know, man-to-man?"

We went to the den. He sat in the middle of the sofa and I sat across from him in my glider, almost exactly the same positions as the first night Simone came over.

"You have a nice house," he said, looking around.

"It's almost paid for."

"I wish we could buy a house. Simone wants one. She hates our neighborhood."

The trivial conversation danced around the elephant in the room another minute or so. It was time.

I said, "Is there something you want to talk about?"

He gazed out through the sliding glass doors into the back yard.

"Back in my junior year of high school, I got a dislocated shoulder and the doctor prescribed steroids. Some of the guys on the team were doing them. They were easy to get, so I kept taking them after my prescription ran out. I felt stronger, like I could do anything."

I said, "When I played, a couple of our linemen were juicing. Coach found out and kicked them off the team."

"You had a good coach. That shit was bad. It could make you crazy."

He paused, staring down at his thick fingers that were nervously playing with each other. I waited. The room was uncomfortably silent.

He said, "Did Monie tell you what happened to her face?"

"She said it was an accident."

He laughed. A sad laugh, shaking his head. "She's such a good woman."

"Yes, she is."

"I don't deserve her."

I didn't argue.

He took a few seconds before he let it come out.

"It wasn't an accident." Vince sniffed and wiped his nose with his sleeve. "I was cranked all the time. My body was starting to break down. I was having trouble getting...erections." He snorted. "Ha! Girls used to drool over my abs and worshiped my cock. All of a sudden, it was totally fucking useless."

"Did you ever cheat on her?"

He nodded, then wiped his nose again. His chin quivered. He still hadn't raised his eyes.

"We had an argument," he said. "We were fighting all the time. Most of the disagreements were my fault. One wrong word or a nasty look and I went ape-shit. Monie, she...she called me...a name..."

His face crumpled and he broke into sobs. I went to him, sat next to him on the sofa and laid my arm over his shoulder. He put his arms around me, bawling into my chest.

He wailed. "I don't remember what happened. The next...the next thing I knew, Monie was on the floor, screaming. Her face was all bloody and I was holding a...a broken wine bottle, and... Ohgod! Ohgod!"

I hugged him close and stroked his muscled back while he let it all out. I had a feeling there was more he wanted to say. As bad as it was, he hadn't driven over here just to confess to this one tragedy.

Gradually, he settled down. My t-shirt was soaked. He hadn't taken his arms from around me and he was lying against my shoulder.

"Feel better now?" I asked.

"Yeah, thanks," he said. "You're a special guy, Mike. Most guys wouldn't feel comfortable hugging another guy like this. They would think it's too 'gay', or something."

I felt a brief tilt of his head, as if he was peeking up to see my reaction. The truth was bubbling toward the surface.

He clung to me about another minute. Without looking up, he said, "Do you know any guys who are gay?"

"I've met a few."

"Did any of them ever, you know...come onto you?"

"Not exactly," I chuckled.

Vince peered up to the side, looking perplexed.

I told him, "I met most of the gays I know through a bisexual swingers group. All but a few came with their wives. It was 'anything goes' so long as everybody was happy. I got to play with a lot of 'bottoms' and learned how to--"

"'Bottoms'?" he said.

"A bottom in the gay world is a man who gets his kicks from submitting to other men and sexually pleasing them. He wants to be dominated and abused by a man who is a 'top'.

He stared out the patio door. "A top. And a bottom..." He turned to me again. "Which one were you?"

"I was a top. I used the bottoms for my own pleasure. If a bottom didn't satisfy me or if he disobeyed, he was punished."

"Punished?"

"Lots of ways to do that. Often, I might paddle him or crush his balls in my hand till he cried."

Vince made a face when I mentioned that. A couple of men I knew could come when I squeezed their marbles the right way. It got a lot more intense than that. I didn't want to scare him away.

I said, "If a bottom was really bad I might tie him up and make him watch his wife get used by a half dozen men while I fucked his man-pussy and forced him to--"

"His...man-pussy?"

"You know, his butthole."

Vince shivered and got a distant gaze. No doubt his anus was clenching as he remembered Simone's ass coming on my cock. It was only a guess, but I suspected he was trying to imagine how it would feel inside him.

He laid his head on my shoulder again. I pulled him closer and combed my fingers through his fine blond hair.

"Does it bother you that I've had sex with men?" I asked.

"No, it doesn't...bother me," he said.

We sat, cuddled together without talking. He had to do this in his own time.

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After a long silence, Vince said, "Do you think there's something sick about those weak 'bottom' guys who want to be abused and--"

"Whoa," I said. "You've got it all wrong. First, bottoms are not weak. It takes a strong man to turn off his ego and hand control over to another man. I can't do it."

I felt him straighten a little at that.

"The truth is, the bottom is the one who is in charge," I said. "He chooses who he wants to top him and how far he wants to go. If he doesn't like what I'm doing, he can just crawl off my dick and walk away. It's like the 'pussy rule' for women. The one with the pussy makes the rules."

"The man-pussy." He chuckled.

"And to your other point, there's nothing 'sick' about trusting your feelings and giving in to your sexual preferences, whatever they are," I said. "Everybody makes their own decisions about what they do and who they do it with. Nobody else has to know what anyone does behind closed doors. People can treat each other any way they want, so long as everyone involved agrees."

Vince's face turned up. He seemed pleased. He had a look I'd seen before. Yearning...but something else.

"Was it ever more than just sex?" he said. "Did you ever...have real feelings for a man?"

"I was friends with most of the men I've been with. Some guys developed relationships. Just like I don't fall in love with every woman I meet, none of the men I knew inspired any sort of real affections in me," I said. "Why do you ask?"

Gazing up at me, his eyes got red and watery. "If you met a man who was more than a friend--a man who had strong feelings for you--do you think you could have feelings for him?"

Oh, shit. I never saw that coming.

"I suppose it's possible," I said.

Hearing those words come from my mouth, I knew it was possible. It was more than possible. Vince and I already had a connection. Our connection was through Simone, but this relationship wasn't anything like the callous, uncaring flings with the other cucks I'd known. I respected Vince. I liked him. Maybe more than liked.

He said, "If you felt that way about a guy, could you still treat him like a bottom?"

My fingers came up to stroke Vince's flushed cheek. He let out a quiet whimper. The stubble of his blond beard was soft and fuzzy, not like the stiff bristle I was accustomed to. His round fair-skinned face gave him an innocent appearance, not so different from a child.

"If I knew such a man, and if we were both sure that's what he wanted, I would take him wherever he was willing to go."

He was quiet, avoiding my gaze. I sensed he was summoning courage for something big. I gave him room to work it out himself.

"What you said on Sunday morning, about being honest with myself, and what I want?" He still wasn't looking at me. "I've been thinking about that a lot."

"Did you come to any decisions?"

He peered up at me. His gaze was flitting back and forth between my eyes and my mouth. He licked his lips in anticipation. I had seen those behaviors many times with both men and women.

"Simone said she loves you. Would it be okay if I love you, too?" Before I could answer, he jumped in. "You don't have to love me. I mean, I understand if you can't love a man the way you--"

I lifted his chin and peered into his eyes.

"Is that the way you feel? Be honest. Do you love me?"

"I think I do. I've never had this silly, gooey feeling inside me about another man like I do when I think about you. It's different from the love between me and Monie. I guess this is what girls mean when they fall for a guy and want him to just take her away."

"Is that what you want from me?"

His gaze was firm, unwavering. "Will you take me where I want to go? Please, Mike? I want you to show me. Everything."

My cock had grown hard at some point in the conversation. Now it was straining at my pants to break free of its bindings and ride him into the sunset.

But something was wrong.

"Have you spoken with Simone about this?"

He lowered his eyes. "I told her I was coming over to talk to you."

"Did you tell her what you wanted to discuss?"

He looked down. He had to know I wouldn't be happy with the secrets.

"I needed to be sure you were interested before I said anything to her."

"Would that embarrass you if your wife knew you wanted me to make you suck my dick?"

Vince's head snapped up and he sucked in a sharp gasp. His face was deep red.

"That is what you want, isn't it?" I said. "You want me to push your pretty mouth down on my cock so I can blow my semen down your throat. You want me to fuck your ass just like I did with your lovely wife."

A weak whimper squeaked out of his throat. The features on his face were sunken. His response was barely audible.

"Yes."

"Which part?"

"All of it."

"You have to tell her first."

His eyes brightened. "You'll do it?"

"Only if it's okay with Simone. You should talk to her. Now."

He jumped up and headed toward the front door. I thought he was going home, but he pulled his phone from his pocket and hit some buttons as he opened the door. I stood by a window and listened to his quiet conversation on the porch, though I couldn't hear much of what he was saying.

The door opened abruptly and we were standing only a couple of feet apart.

"She wants to talk to you." He handed me his phone.

"Simone?"

"What the fuck did you do to my husband? I know you're pissed at Mom, but using Vince to get back at her through me is lower than whale shit. I would never have believed you would hurt me like this."

"This is not my idea," I said. "Vince came to me. If you don't want anything to happen, just say so. I won't touch him without your permission."

"He told you he wanted you to...do all that shit?"

"What your husband really wants from me should be the subject of a long conversation between the two of you."

From the sound of our earlier discussion, Vince seemed to be looking for more than just a top. He wanted a relationship, probably something like the one I had with his wife. I had never thought of sharing love with a man. Vince wasn't like any of the other cucks I'd fucked around with. There was something between us, but I'd be damned if I knew exactly what it was. If love was going to grow, it had to be organic. The mechanics of how that would work between me and another man were a little fuzzy. I wouldn't deny that it could happen.

Simone had been silent.

"He's never said anything about...other men. How do you feel about it?"

"It wouldn't be the first time for me."

"Oh?" she said. There was mirth in her voice "It sounds like you and I should have a conversation, too."

"I'll tell you anything you want to know. What should I do with your husband? Shall I send him home?"

"He wants a walk on the wild side, eh?"

"This is just a guess, but I think it goes deeper than that."

"Oh, okay," she said. "Geez, I can't tell you how hot I'm getting thinking about Vince sucking your dick. I'd love to see that."

"You're welcome to join us," I said, then caught the fear in Vince's eyes. I quickly added, "It might be best if his first time is private."

Vince nodded.

"Yeah, I get it. Geez..." she said. Then she asked, "What do you want? I mean, you're sorta' in charge, right?"

"What if I give him a little taste of what he's asking for. Then he'll have a real experience to talk to you about."

Vince got a wide grin.

"Yeah. Good idea," she said. Her voice got quiet. "I guess I don't have to worry about you stealing my husband, do I?"

"I've told you, I will not try to break up your marriage."

I didn't add that I would be waiting in the wings if their marriage was to implode on itself, however. Then a little twinge in my gut reminded me this situation wasn't much different from the one I'd had with Patrice and Hank. It was possible that the strength of their marriage might threaten my relationship with my stepdaughter. If that happened, my reaction could be volatile.

Simone said, "Don't keep him late. We both have to be at work in the morning, and my kinky husband and I need to get a few things straight."

"Will do," I said. "I love you, Simone."

"I love you, Daddy. Be good to my man. Make him love you, too."

'Her man'...

The struggle in my conscience was going to have to be settled soon.

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After hanging up, I handed Vince his phone. He waited anxiously for my next move. He watched my hand come up and his blue eyes fluttered like an enchanted nine-year-old when I stroked his soft cheek with the back of my hand.

Slowly, I raised my fingers and sent them around his nape, where I wove them into the short, finespun hair and tightened it to his scalp to make him whine. With a firm grip, I drew him up to my lips.

I had kissed plenty of men. None had lips so plush. When I pulled him against me and pushed my tongue through, he yielded. He didn't fight, didn't try to push back like some men do--and a few women, too.

We had been kissing for a while, both of us enjoying the taste of a man and the feel of a hard, powerful body in our arms, so unlike the softness of a woman. Vince's physique was exceptionally firm. I sensed the latent power in those muscles, yet he kept his strength at bay. I was surprised by how easily he slipped into surrender.

Our hands had been wandering to safe places, then his was on my cock, testing its rigidity, measuring its length. He seemed satisfied and began stroking his fingers lightly up and down outside my jeans.

We broke our kiss. We were both panting. Vince was grinning.

He said, "I never thought kissing a man would be so...wow!"

"Different from a woman, huh?"

"I like the whiskers. I wish I had some."

"You have the perfect face for a bottom." I placed a brief kiss on his lips.

His hand hadn't left my cock.

"Can I take it out?" he said.

"Let's go someplace we can get comfortable. I want you naked when you suck my dick."

Holding his large, soft hand like the boyfriend he was, I led him back to the den.

I pointed toward the floor. "Stand there. Don't move until I tell you." I poured a Scotch and sat on the sofa again. "Clothes, off. This isn't the first time you've thought of another man, is it?"

"No, sir." Vince's face reddened as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Tell me when you first noticed an attraction to another man's penis."

He looked toward the floor, a charming submissive gesture.

"Back in school, all the guys stared at my horse cock in the dressing room. Everybody seemed to take it in stride that I would look at other guy's packages and compare them to my own dick. There were a lot of different shapes and sizes. I couldn't believe that those little things could actually please a woman the way I did."

Naked, he was an inspiring sight. Muscles were carved into his body that I didn't even know existed. For the first time, I had an inkling of what those bodybuilder pageants were all about.

I stood up and waved him over. "My turn. Take my clothes off."

He lifted my t-shirt over my head. He placed a kiss on my left tit as he unfastened my pants.

He said, "I was amazed watching what you did to Monie this weekend. She always came two or three times on my cock, but she could only take it for a little while. That didn't matter much because I never lasted long. You made her come in ways she never did for me, and you kept going and going. It made me feel..."

A blush arose on his face again as he pushed my pants to my ankles.

I kicked them off. "It made you feel pathetic." When he nodded, I said, "You felt worthless, inadequate. You knew another man owned your wife."

His cheeks were blazing. He dropped his gaze and nodded again.

"But that excited you, didn't it?" I said. "You felt yourself getting harder than you had in a long time. And that made you feel even more humiliated."

He was still looking down. His voice croaked.

"Yeah."

He moaned when I wrapped my fingers about two-thirds of the way around his droopy shaft, as far as they would go.

Pulling on his foreskin, I said, "Just thinking about it turns you on, doesn't it pussy-boy?"

His head shot up. He looked forlorn.

I said, "Are you gonna be my pussy boy?"

He groaned and I felt a twitch in his half-hard weenie.

"I will be whatever you tell me to be," he said.

"What was it that Simone said?" I asked. "What did your wife say that made you break the wine bottle across her face."

His lower lip trembled and he bit it, closing his eyes. A tear rolled down his cheek. He whispered one word.

"Faggot."

I wrapped him in my arms for another long passionate kiss, pressing our naked bodies together. Our phalluses rubbed against each other, mine hard, his soft.

"I'm going to verbally abuse you and call you lots of names," I said, running my fingers through his hair. "Do you want me to strike that one from the list?"