Blind Date

Breakfast was great. The food was satisfying and the company made my heart race and my brain fuzzy. I had a big crush on Deen. I felt like I was sixteen.

We kissed goodbye after lunch as he dropped me off at my car at his hotel. He had to go to his house to deal with a problem. His contractor had called and I could hear him yelling through the phone.

The week went by slowly, but I texted with Deen on and off all day. We usually talked on the phone in the evenings for at least an hour. I was smiling all the time.

Thursday morning Deen texted me. “I’ve got a consultation with Dr. Evans at 11:30. Want to get lunch after?”

Dr. Evans was a department head here at the VA. Deen was coming here and he wanted to take me to lunch. I fought a small wave of panic. I’d been alright, better than alright out in public, but this was my workplace. I knew everyone and I had to come back here every day.

I stopped and cleared my mind for a moment. I thought about my options and the only real option was lunch with Deen. I didn’t care what my coworkers thought. At least not enough to not see Deen. I was already looking forward to it and I hadn’t even replied.

“Do you know where the admin offices are? I’ll be working until you get here. Can’t wait.” I hit send and grinned to myself. He texted back that he did. I tried to focus on work until lunchtime. It didn’t go too badly.

By noon I was nervous. Glenn hadn’t ever come by my office for lunch. We’d eat lunch together a lot, but we always met at one of our usual spots.

I straightened my uniform as I waited. Seconds later Deen filled my doorway. I looked him over, seeing him in work clothes for the first time. When I stood, he clearly did the same to me in my uniform.

He had on dark grey slacks that fit surprisingly well over his huge legs. His white pinstripe dress shirt had to have been custom made, because his chest to waist ratio was not standard for any clothing retailer. It fit him too perfectly to be anything other than custom. The tie he wore added the right amount of vibrant color to this vibrant giant.

“Damn, you look gorgeous in your uniform, honey.” His eyes trailed over me just as mine did to him.

“You look incredibly handsome, too.” I stepped closer and he pulled me in, kissing me gently.

We walked out of the hospital and drove to a local favorite for lunch. It was so wonderful to see him in the middle of a Thursday. The hour went by way too fast. I wished I could see him everyday. I was falling fast and it felt brand new. It was exciting and terrifying.

Back at the office, my afternoon dragged by. I texted Deen a few times, but we were both too busy to really talk. I nearly jumped out of my skin when a department assistant crashed into my office waving her phone in my face. She was always drama-filled.

“Blake! Was your man here for lunch? Gloria said he looked like The Rock. Does he actually look like this?” She shoved her phone in front of me.

The Rock, Dwayne Johnson was in the gym, wearing only shorts and covered in sweat in the photo. I realized almost immediately that yes, Dwayne and Deen were nearly the exact same size. Deen was somehow wider at the shoulders and not as lean as Dwayne in this picture, but yeah, they were the same.

“He does. Just with more hair everywhere. And a beard. And no tattoos.” I answered the skeptical young lady standing next to me. I almost made a comment about her calling him “my man”, but I left it alone. It was easier that way.

“Why didn’t you bring him around? I want to see him!”

“First of all, he’s not a thing to be seen, he’s a respected doctor who also happens to have been a professional bodybuilder. And it’s new, so I wasn’t going to put him through meeting the whole office on our first lunch date.”

She grumbled and threatened that I better introduce him next time………I tuned her out as she bitched her way back out of my office. I got up and closed the door against any further intrusions.

As I sat back down I pulled out my phone and Googled The Rock. I scrolled through a ton of pictures of him in gym clothes and all dressed up. The ones of him wearing his wrestling bikini caught my eye. But all I could see was the comparison between him and Deen.

Dwayne was an A-list celebrity. He was an action movie star and a well known WWE personality, amongst a ton of other accomplishments. Everyone generally loved The Rock. He was gorgeous, men and women lusted after him. Deen was the same size with the same build.

I let it percolate for a few minutes. I thought about the few people I’d noticed glancing our way at lunch today. A table of women had looked at him with clear interest. Deen was the most incredible specimen in the whole room. In every room he entered. And he was with ME. He had eyes for only me.

A few weeks ago he looked like a freak to me. He was so extreme and so different from my usual taste. But then I got to know him and I could start to see him with clear eyes, not resistant eyes.

He was the most amazing guy, lover and friend. Oh my god. I was in love with Deen. It scared me. Not for the reasons it had a few weeks ago. It wasn’t about his appearance or what people thought. Now I was scared of getting hurt or everything fizzling out. This hot spark between us couldn’t last. It never did. Only in books and movies.

I tried to stop overthinking. I should focus on the fact that I was pretty much over my aversion to Deen’s extreme physique. I was into him in every way. I’d worry about the inevitable end a little bit later.

That night, as Deen and I talked on the phone he suggested I pack a bag and just come straight over to his hotel after work tomorrow, for the whole weekend. I quickly agreed and happily packed a bag with extra things, thinking about leaving some stuff over there for later. It felt crazy, but nice.

Assuming I’d miss my Saturday call with my mom, I called her Friday during my lunch break. I locked my office door and hit the call button on her contact.

“It’s a day early, is everything alright?” Not even a hello. Nice.

“Hello, Mom. Everything’s fine. How are you?”

“Then why are you calling a day early?”

This topic was clearly unavoidable, so I just bit the bullet. “I have plans for the weekend, so I won’t be able to call. It’s not the first time this has ever happened, don’t act so suspicious.”

“You’re spending the weekend with the gorgeous eyes guy, aren’t you?”

“Why do you assume that? It could be Tom and Gia or the guys in the city.”

“Seriously? We’re having this conversation again about your mother knowing you and when you’re full of bull? Just stop.”

“You are the worst, Mom. I shouldn’t even bother calling since you know everything anyway.” I jabbed back.

“You’re play fighting with me again. It’s about damn time, boy!” She choked up all of a sudden.

“What do you mean? Are you okay?” I gentled my voice, worried about what was going on.

“I’m just so glad my baby is back. You were so sad for so long, you lost all your joy for life. You’d really fight with me instead of joking back and forth like now. I’m just so happy, love.” She sniffled into the phone as she fought her tears.

I felt like crying too. I was relieved and I hadn’t even realized how much. Things had been changing and it was because of Deen. It was how he treated me. How he looked at me and how he touched me. It was how he made me feel.

“His name is Deen, Mom. And yes, I’m spending the weekend with him. He’s a really great guy. He treats me incredibly.” I fought the urge to compare him to Glenn to my mom. I needed to stop doing that even to myself.

She went on and on and assumed way too much, as moms do. I actually felt happier after sharing some things about Deen and my feelings with her. It was a good thing to be sharing and that scared me all over again.

That night after Deen and I had some dinner, we lay on the bed watching TV and chatting. My fears about this not lasting reared up and before I could stamp them back down, Deen sensed something was up.

“Where’d you go just now?” He was always so gentle when he asked anything that could lead to talking about my dead husband and my messed up feelings.

“This feels too good to be true.” I couldn’t explain it any better though. Not out loud. Not yet.

“Well, get used to it, because it is real.” He smiled down at me.

“Yeah, but for how long?” Weeks? Months? This burning attraction and desperate desire to be near him couldn’t last.

“For as long as we want. I really love being with you, Blake. I thought you were feeling the same way.” He didn’t sound hurt, just calm which anchored me.

“I am. But I’ve never felt this electricity with anyone. It’s so amazing, but it can’t last. I’m afraid of when the spark goes out.” I answered honestly and cast my gaze down, hiding my eyes.

“I’ve never felt it either, honey. But who says it can’t last? Don’t we get some say in that? I think it will last. I feel it so strongly, it feels right and real to me.” His eyes were filled with feeling and softness.

“I want it to last, too.” I looked into his eyes, searching for the answer.

“Then we’ll work together to make it last. Look at us. We can accomplish anything we set our minds to. I have no doubts about that. I have no doubts about us, or about you, Blake.”

My doubts about Deen melted away more and more as each day went by. I was holding on with just my fingernails now, nearly ready to let go and just fall. I was falling and I was tired of fighting it.

I still had it flash in my mind that it had only been nine months since Glenn died. He’d been my everything for years. I grappled with the thought that even though he was my everything for that time, was he everything I deserved? Did I deserve more? I sure wanted more.

Deen was waiting. So patiently. He waited while I sorted it out, every hour, every day, one at a time. He never pushed or rushed. He supported and he cared. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Deen held me while my mind worked through my feelings. I fought with my preconceived ideas. I tried to hear my mom’s voice in my head telling me I was worthy of finding real love. Maybe for the first time.

I tried to remember that just because Glenn wasn’t quite the man I tried to revere, that I tried to mourn with my whole being, he was a good man and he’d been good to me. He’d been good for me. For a time. And then that time had ended.

I was lucky enough to find something different, something incredible, right after my loss. Maybe Glenn had sent him for me. I thought about fate.

“Do you believe in destiny?” I asked it out loud before I had a chance to overthink it.

“I don’t practice, but Muslims believe in divine destiny. Yes, I believe in destiny.”

I looked into his eyes. The color of brown was so rich and mesmerizing. I could stare into those depths forever. I wanted to. Was this my destiny?

“I don’t know if I believed it for most of my life. But now it seems real to me. Is that weird?”

Deen smiled at me again, making my heart skip a beat. “It’s not weird. I think you start to understand destiny once you start to feel it in your own life. Are you feeling your destiny lately?” He smirked, but I heard the slight caution in the question.

“Yes, I am. It scares the crap out of me. The timing and the completely different path than I expected has caught me off guard.” I answered honestly without telling him about my struggles to accept him and being with him.

“Fate is like that. It catches you by surprise and throws you for a loop. Do you want to fight it or go with it or somewhere in between?” He asked another vague question that was actually a very particular question again.

“The old me would have fought it, tried to negotiate with it.” That was totally true.

“And the new you? How do you feel about it now?”

I looked at Deen again. I really looked at him. I saw the few white hairs in his mustache and beard. I saw the smile lines around his eyes. His thick, shiny black lashes were glistening in the low light of the hotel room. He was so beautiful to me now.

I didn’t see the muscle bear leather daddy I’d seen at the bar. He was a totally different person to me now that I knew him. Now that I loved him.

“I don’t want to fight my destiny. I want to accept my fate. I want to be happy. You make me happy, Deen.” I felt the tears starting to gather in my eyes.

“You make me happy too. The kind of happiness I never knew I could feel but I always wanted. It feels like destiny to me.”

I reached for him and he leaned in and kissed me so sweetly. It turned more passionate, but still gentle. It felt perfect.

Before I realized it, I whispered against his lips. “I love you.” I didn’t even freak out after it was said.

“I love you, Blake. I love you so much it scares me.” Deen pulled back so he could see my face.

“Me too. I’m scared but I don’t care anymore. I just want to love you.”

“Then love me, honey. I’m going to love you back. I promise you.”

We lay on the bed together and kissed and shared our words of love to one another for a time. It slowly turned hotter and hotter until Deen was peeling away my clothes and then his own.

Soon we were both naked but still attached at the lips, unwilling to stop kissing. I needed this emotional connection with him like it was air or water or food. It was essential to life.

Deen moved behind me and pulled me up against him. His hand found my crack and explored along the crevice. He pushed a large finger into me and started to stretch me open. I could feel his massive cock against my bare cheeks and I wanted him inside me as much as he wanted to be inside me.

“I’m going to love you, Blake. The way you deserve to be loved.” I felt his slippery manhood push into me and I gasped. I moaned in pleasure as he pushed further in.

I arched my body so my ass was tilted just right for him to thrust into me. He gripped me tightly as his hips started to move. Our needful bodies lay side by side, spooning, with him taking me from behind.

His strokes were slow and steady. He held me close and told me how much he loved me and how good it felt to be inside me. I answered with my soft moans and words of love and encouragement.

I realized that the goal of this coupling wasn’t our climaxes. The goal was sharing our bodies and souls. This was real love making. I focused on how perfectly we fit together and how much I wanted him to have everything he needed from me. I know he did the same. I could feel it.

“I love you, Blake!” He was panting softly behind me as his hips moved steadily, filling me again and again.

“Yes, Deen! I love you!” My words grew frantic as his hand closed over mine on my erection. He and I stroked my length together, my pleasure floating higher and higher.

I felt my body release just as his big body went rigid behind me. I felt his hips push against me, the curly hair all around his manhood and lower abdomen tickled my sensitive skin as he started to fill me.

He held me close for a long time, our bodies joined as our breathing slowed back to normal. I pushed back into him as much as I could. I never wanted to separate from him.

Several hours later we cuddled under the covers with something on the TV that neither of us were really paying attention to. Deen’s large fingers trailed over my skin under the blankets, exploring, touching, learning my every curve and edge.

I slowly touched every inch of his big body, feeling the hard muscles under the furry, warm skin. His body hair was soft as I trailed my fingertips through it. Even in a relaxed state, all his muscles bulged with strength. The muscles I used to find so strange now seemed perfect to me. Deen was perfect to me.

The rest of the weekend passed in our euphoric bliss filled with words of love and acts of passion. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was wonderful.

By the time Monday came, we were both so reluctant to leave each other’s sides. But we dressed and left for work, promising to see one another again that night.

I stopped at home a few times that week, but I spent every night with Deen. I looked forward to Friday night all day. I wouldn’t have to leave his side for several days and I couldn’t wait.

Deen was particularly happy on Friday when he and I both arrived back at the suite. He held me close and kissed me with utter abandon.

“Come, sit with me, honey.” He held my hand and led me to the couch.

“You seem happier than usual. What’s going on?” I asked him as we sat down next to each other.

“My contractor finished up the main construction and repairs. It’s time to pick the finishes.” His smile was so big. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

“That’s the best part! You must be so excited.” I fell into the happiness with him.

“I am. I want you to go see the house with me tomorrow.”

“I’m excited to see it. I know you’ve been so ready to move back in.”

“Blake, I want you to help me pick out everything. And I want you to move in with me.” He paused and watched my reaction. “I know your lease is almost up and you still haven’t found a place. Move in and if you decide you still want your own place, you can look without a tight deadline.”

I pondered his words for a second. I had two months left on my lease. I still hadn’t found anything and truthfully, I’d pushed it out of my mind lately. I just hadn’t wanted to keep looking in vain. I was here all the time. I wanted to be here all the time.

“I may still look at houses, but I do want to stay with you. You won’t be upset if I decide to get my own place?” I had planned on buying my own house for so long, it was hard to let go of the idea.

“Of course not. All I want is for you to be happy and to stay in your life.” He smiled brightly and I could tell he was being open and honest. I still think he hoped that moving in would be permanent, but he’d never push this issue.

“You better stay in my life. I’ve grown quite attached. I’m pretty sure I can’t sleep without you any more.” I confessed my truest thoughts.

“Good. I can’t sleep without you either. I never thought I’d share my bed, after so many years alone. I always thought that if I found someone, I’d still want my own space to sleep, even if it was just on one side of a big bed. But now……..now I need to touch you at all times when I sleep. I love having you in my arms.”

In the morning we got breakfast sandwiches and coffee and headed over to his house. I recognized the neighborhood as the one I’d looked at a house in, but couldn’t afford. I knew the style of the houses around here and I loved them.

It was an established, old money infused neighborhood. The houses were mostly Tudors and Colonials. Everything was very traditional and well cared for. The landscaping was all professionally done and the biggest houses sat back on the properties, shielded from view by mature trees.

I saw the dumpster in the driveway of the house before he pointed it out. He looked so proud as we pulled up behind the giant metal container full of old construction materials. He took my hand and led me to the massive front door.

Deen’s house was a stone Tudor with turrets and very traditional black and white plaster and wood details. It could have been a sixteenth century manor house in England.

He opened the door and I was pleasantly surprised to see that so much of the original charm was still intact. The staircase and light fixtures dated to the early 1920’s when the house was built. He was very pleased to have preserved it all.

The kitchen had been redone in the 1980’s and had been dated and horrible according to Deen. He’d had the “updated” bathrooms and kitchen completely torn out and he’d updated all the plumbing, HVAC and had all the original stained glass windows refurbished and protected with modern, nearly invisible storm windows.

The hardwood floors were sanded and ready to be refinished. It was one of the decisions that needed to be made right away, hopefully today.

About fifteen minutes after we arrived and toured the whole empty house, the designer/preservation specialist showed up with finish options for the floors, the kitchen and all the redone bathrooms.

“Hey, Marie. This is Blake, he’s helping me pick out everything since he’ll be moving in once the house is ready.” Deen introduced us and boldly explained our situation.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” I offered my hand. Marie shook it and greeted us warmly and without a second thought. I smiled to myself as she started to lay out tile and countertop options.

With her knowledge and guidance we were able to pick out cabinets, countertops and a backsplash that would blend nicely with the original details of the home. We also picked the stain color for the floor.

The floor would be a dark color that matched the other woodwork perfectly. The cabinets were a similar dark color, slightly darker than the floors, to look like antique furniture. The countertops were thick cut, heavily veined Carrera marble that was a perfect classic look for the home.

We picked very similar finishes for several bathrooms with reproduction faucets and light fixtures that could have been in the house when it was built, but brand new and much more efficient.

The powder room and the main suite bath were both going to look period to match the house. The two full baths in the hall and downstairs were going to be slightly art deco influenced as it was the style when the house was built. All the finishes were selected and then Marie left.

Deen showed me to his office on the first floor, which we’d passed and he’d pointed out on my earlier tour. He pulled the protective plastic away from one side where it was Velcroed closed. I stepped into Deen’s private man lair. I was excited to see it.

A huge desk sat near a carved stone fireplace. There were two chairs in front of the hearth that doubled as visitor chairs for the desk as needed. I glanced around and saw all his diplomas and certifications framed on the walls. I read them and tried to comprehend what I was seeing.

Deen was a doctor, I knew that. He’d told me he was a Physician Nutrition Specialist, but I didn’t really know what that meant. I saw another huge, embellished and double matted diploma behind the desk and I walked towards it.

“My proudest moment.” He commented as he watched me move to the diploma.

I turned and looked at him and then focused back on the document on the wall. I realized it was a PhD in nutrition, which I didn’t know he even had. He was a medical doctor and a doctor of philosophy.

“I didn’t know you had a PhD, too.” I smiled at him as I turned to face him. He looked almost nervous, like he was waiting to see how I would react. “I guess your brain is even bigger than your muscles.” I joked with him.

“Yeah, I’m a bit of an overachiever.” He smiled at me like he was thinking something else.

“You think?” I stepped up to him and put my hands on his big chest and smiled up at him. As usual, he read my body language and leaned down and kissed me tenderly.

“I have a tendency to focus on big goals. First it was bodybuilding. Then I went to medical school. I became a specialist and then I got the PhD. I think I might become a professor in the next ten years.”

“Is that the big goal you’re focused on right now? Becoming a professor?”

“No, I’m already qualified. I’ll do it when I’m ready to slow down and enjoy my success. I have a new big goal right now that I’m putting my all into.”

“The house?”

“No. I’m paying other people to do the house. It’s not my area of expertise.” He smiled at me again, that oddly curious smile.

I just shook my head at him to indicate I didn’t know what his current project was if it wasn’t the house.

“My focus right now is you, Blake. My life with you. Us. I’ll be the first to admit I never assumed I’d have anything like this with anyone. But I saw you at the club and that was it. I just knew.”

Deen moved towards his big desk chair and pulled me down onto his lap when he sat.

“Then I actually got to know you and I tried my best to be supportive and patient. I tried to give you time and space to heal and to fall for me. I couldn’t believe it really worked.” He grinned at me.

“I fell. That’s for sure. I’m still falling. Hard.” I looked right into his incredible dark eyes as I said it. It felt like I’d confessed my deepest secrets, but it felt safe with Deen.

“I will always catch you, my love. When I make something my focus, it’s my whole world. You are my whole world and I will focus on making you happy, with me, for the rest of our lives. I promise you that, Blake.”

“You’re my whole world, too. I love you.” I felt like I might cry so instead I leaned in and kissed him hard.

Deen had me stand and then he sat me on his desk. He undid my pants while I leaned back and watched. Soon I was completely naked. He spun me around and gently pushed me down onto the desk, face first.

I wanted whatever he wanted so I gave him all the control and I lay on the desk while he ran his hands down my ink covered back over my nude, wide spread ass.

“Stay there.” Deen’s deep voice rumbled through me. I made a sound of agreement and I relaxed as I listened to him unzip his pants. It made my body grow hard with anticipation.

Deen stood after pulling off the rest of his clothes, pressing his thighs and his hard erection to my ass as he leaned over me and whispered in my ear.

“I’ve wanted you here, in my office, on my desk, for so long. Do you like this?”

“Yes, I love it. I’m yours for the taking.”

“Good. I’m definitely going to take you Lieutenant Commander Cameron. Hold on, honey.”

“Yes, doctor.”

We didn’t have any lube so Deen spit onto my crack and used his big purple head to spread it up and down. He slowly pushed into me, filling me so deeply, I was standing on my toes.

“Ohhhhh. Yes!” My hands were in fists, my head pressed against the cool surface of his desk.

“You look so gorgeous like this. At my mercy, spread wide, filled with my cock. Fuck, Blake.” He gritted out the words as he started to move behind me.

Soon he was thrusting against me, making me yell out with pleasure as he filled me repeatedly. My whole body throbbed with my need for him.

“Please! Deen! I need you! Oh god!” I gripped the far edge of the desk and held on for dear life as he answered my pleas.

“I love you! I love you! FUCK!” He punctuated each powerful thrust with his own yelling and grunting.

Deen held my waist even tighter and started pounding into me at a mind-numbing pace, pushing us both to the edge of our joint climaxes. I screamed in pleasure from his incredible fucking.

“I’m going to come!” I screamed out.

“Come for me! Come on my desk! Fuck yeah!”

I did just that. I came hard as he kept using my hole. I felt my rigid length under me as it twitched and started to spill my semen onto the smooth wood surface.

I was trembling from my orgasm when I felt Deen tense behind me, going still and breathing hard and loudly. Then he yelled out, a guttural cry of pleasure as he bred me right there on his desk.

He pulled out and flopped back into his huge leather chair. He pulled at me, trying to get me to join him. I stood and then I sat down in his lap and leaned my head back onto his shoulder.

“I made a big mess on your desk, professor.” I said once I caught my breath.

“Oh fuck, I like this game, honey. Should I punish you for making a mess, sailor?”

“Yeah, you probably should. Teach me a lesson for being such a messy little squid.”

“I wish there was a bed here, but I donated everything to a women’s shelter since I planned on buying all new stuff that fit the house. I’m sure you noticed, the office is the only room that has furniture and stuff on the walls.”

“Maybe we should go back to the hotel. I’ll be ready for more by then.” I twisted my head and kissed his thick neck.

“Get dressed.” He sounded determined, so I stood and wiped the desk off with a few tissues and then I dressed and followed him back to his SUV.

We happily chatted about furniture shopping and donating my old things to the same women’s shelter as we drove back to the hotel. The whole day was perfect.

We made love in bed at the hotel and then we went out for an early dinner and to see a movie. I held his hand as we waited in line at the theater without even thinking about it. I was finally over it. Completely.

If anyone looked at us, I assumed it was because we were two large men holding hands or that they thought my gentle giant was hot. He was hot. Huge and hunky and all mine. I felt hot myself, when I was with him.

A week later we got a move-in date of four weeks. We went furniture shopping and started having rugs, beds and everything else for upstairs delivered. I packed up my personal belongings and several things I wanted to keep and the rest got picked up by the charity.

With a month left on my lease, I moved out and turned in my keys. I didn’t live in Glenn’s and my house anymore. I took my things to Deen’s and I stayed with him at the hotel until the house was ready.

It felt like we’d been together forever even though it had only been three and half months. If any of my friends had met someone, moved in and designed a house with them on this timeline, I’d have told them to have their head examined.

But it worked for us. Everything was working for us. However, I did get fearful as the one year anniversary of Glenn’s death was only a week away. I told Deen it was coming and that I might have a hard time. He assured me he’d be there for me, no matter what.

When the day came, Deen was there for me. I cried on and off all day and he just supported me in any way I needed. He let me reminisce and talk about the last two weeks I had with Glenn, when he’d been so sick and then he was just gone. It felt good to talk about it with him.

He held me close as we lay in bed for a nap in the afternoon. I felt raw and tired but I didn’t sleep. I turned the focus to Deen instead.

“You don’t talk about your family much. I had Glenn and I have my mom, but that’s it for me. I’ve heard you bring up both of your parents and your sister or sisters.”

“Sisters. Three of them. And two brothers. Six of us in total. My mom and dad aren’t together and I don’t have much of a relationship with either of them. And several of my siblings.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Of course you can. I’ll always share everything with you. My parents split when I was twenty and just about ready to leave home. They haven’t divorced for appearances sake, even after twenty five years.”

“That sounds crazy.”

“It is, but I’m glad they broke up. My father was very abusive to her. She was always cruel to me, but I still didn’t want her hurt anymore like he’d done to her. She turned both of my brothers against me, even as I stood up to my dad for her.”

“I’m so sorry, Deen. That sounds awful.”

“I got out soon after and I’ve never been back. Mother couldn’t reconcile her religion and my homosexuality. My brothers are horrible husbands and fathers, just like our dad, but she’s proud of them because they follow her religious beliefs.”

“Remind me to thank my mom for being on my side when I call her tomorrow.”

“I will.” He kissed the top of my head and held me a little tighter.

“What about your sisters?”

“Two of them still live in the neighborhood, but they both call on my birthday and when something big happens with one of their kids. They keep me informed about the rest of the family even though I don’t really care to know.”

“Where do you fall in the birth order?”

“My eldest sister, then me, then two girls and then two boys. My eldest sister is the one I’ve always been close to. Cala lives in New York. She’s divorced and has no kids. She’s a lawyer.”

“Are all the kids in your family as successful as you two?”

“Nope. We’re the only two. My brothers own a run down gas station and my sisters don’t work. They’re stay at home wives and mothers, as is proper for the “inferior sex”. Cala and I couldn’t stand that way of thinking so we encouraged and supported each other to get out and make something of ourselves.”

“I’m glad you have her. I can’t imagine where I’d be without my mom. She’s always stood by me, no matter what it cost her. It sounds like Cala does the same for you.”

“She does. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

“My mother is going to smother you with affection when she meets you. She tells me every single time we talk that she can’t wait to hug the man that makes me this happy.”

“A mom hug sounds good to me.” I could hear the smile in his voice. It made me happy.

“She’s got plenty to go around, trust me.” I snickered as I thought about my tiny mom hugging my giant. She was five foot, four inches when she was younger and I swore she’d shrunk an inch already. She’d hit me on the arm when I mentioned it. I always mentioned it just to rile her up.

Before I realized it, it was well after midnight and Glenn’s death anniversary day was over. I’d forgotten about it for a while as I learned about Deen instead. It felt so nice to be allowed to mourn openly and then be easily distracted. Deen was amazing like that.

The last few weeks of construction at the house finally went by and Deen and I were able to officially move in. It felt like moving into a new house together, instead of moving into his existing house. He said it felt the same way to him, too.

“Let’s give the neighbors something to talk about.” He smirked at me as we unloaded the last bags from the hotel from the Cadillac.

“Oh? And what would that be, Dr. Nazari?”

“Wait here.” He grabbed the bags and took them into the garage and came back out through the front door. He grinned at me as he walked towards me. My stomach twisted as I watched him lick his lips as he stalked me.

When he was by my side, he scooped me up, bridal style and carried me up the walk and through the front door. I’m a two hundred pound man. I’d never expected to be carried over a threshold in my entire life, but it was incredible.

He set me down in the foyer and wrapped his big arms around me, kissing me hard. He pushed me back until I was against the wall, pinned by his mass. I held onto his neck and met all his kisses with my own passion.

“Let’s go upstairs and christen our new bed.” I whispered between kisses.

“What a great idea.” He grinned at me and stepped back, took my hand and led me up the stairs to our freshly decorated room.

“Should we start with a shower since this one is big enough for both of us?” I started to undo my pants seductively, his eyes riveted on my every move.

He nodded and kept watching my hands as I pushed my pants down my legs. He continued to watch, like a starving man, as I slowly stripped for him.

Nude and fully aroused, I moved towards him. I started to unbutton his shirt as he continued to stand still and watch me.

“Blake. I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you. Do you have any idea?”

I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, tugging to get it off over his massive biceps. I looked into his emotion filled eyes and I smiled at him.

“I do. I know because I feel the same way about you. I love you more than words could ever describe. I feel it when you look at me like that.”

“Good, I want you to feel it. I want you to always know that I love you more than anything else in the whole world. You are the most important thing in my life.”

“Show me. I need you, Deen. I’ll always need you.” I pushed his unfastened pants down his thick thighs.

I’d gained a whole new appreciation for denim with spandex in the fabric blend since meeting this mountain of muscle. He looked sexy as fuck in his tight fitting jeans. But he looked even better out of them, like right now.

To answer my request, he showed me. He pulled me into the giant walk in shower and slowly lathered my whole body, running his huge hands over every inch of me. He kissed my body as each new spot was rinsed clean.

I soaped him up in between his ministrations on me. Somehow we both got clean and rinsed before the touching grew too hot to control. Deen slammed me up against the wall, making me gasp in surprise. It was the perfect amount of erotic roughness without crossing a line into something else. It was intoxicating.

He pressed his huge, hard body against me while he kissed my neck and then he plundered my mouth with his own. I held him around the chest, digging my short nails into his back to steady myself as he devoured me.

He found my thighs with his big hands and reached around to lift me. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed me back into the tile wall, keeping me supported with his big body pinning me in place and his hands under my ass. We kept kissing furiously.

I felt him shift and take himself in hand. He found my entrance and impaled me on his rock hard cock. I clung to his shoulders and relaxed to accept his huge length and thickness. He slid home and filled me completely.

His hips started moving and he fucked me relentlessly against the shower wall. I moaned and shuttered as he gave me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. It seemed to get better and better, every single time we made love. I was addicted to this man. He seemed equally afflicted by me.

Deen came inside me first and then as my own climax overtook me, he pulled out and set me down on my feet. He then fell to his knees and took my throbbing erection into his mouth and down his throat. He sucked hard while I pumped out more and more cum between his luscious lips.

We made it to the bed shortly after and just lay side by side, staring into one another’s eyes. I couldn’t have imagined this bond before I experienced it myself. It was intense and comfortable all at once. This man was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

The days and weeks went by and our love grew even stronger. When I was alone, usually driving to work, I’d compare this relationship to my marriage. I simply could not believe that I thought what I’d had before was enough. I literally didn’t know what I was missing.

I’d never have wished harm to come to Glenn and I would still be with him and unaware of the bigger love I’d found, if he were still here. But he wasn’t. And the two things weren’t really related, I’d finally come to understand.

I was fully committed to Glenn when I was with him. Finding Deen after him didn’t reflect on who Glenn was or what our relationship had been. One thing had ended and then I’d found a different thing. The fact the different thing was so much better in every way, didn’t take away from what I’d had in my marriage.

I felt everything change once I understood and accepted that. I felt free and alive, young and in love. I’d found my soulmate. My life mate. My one true love. I gave every part of myself to Deen without holding anything back.

As the holidays neared, we invited my mom and Deen’s sister Cala to come and stay with us for a long weekend. They both accepted and we were so excited to see our family and have everyone in one place for the first time.

Cala felt like a big sister immediately and she loved on Deen and I equally. My mom fell in love with Deen the second she met him. He was her favorite son within hours. If I didn’t love him so much myself, I might have been jealous. Instead, it made me happier than anything.

The two women hit it off as well and they went off exploring together on several occasions. They went shopping for gifts and to the grocery store. Then they went and got their nails done. They planned to stay in touch after they went back to New York and Atlanta.

In the new year we got together with my local friends and my gay friends in Boystown. Deen introduced me to his work friends and his chosen family that he’d gone to Pride with that fateful night.