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> -=[ The Trainer ]=-
>
> Randy is probably the best trainer I have ever seen. He has been
> coaching me in the gym since his first day at American Fitness Center,
> almost a year ago. Sometimes I work out early in the mornings, but
> usually it's after work and Randy always spends extra time with me.
> His days off are odd and I never can figure out the scheduling at that
> place.
>
> Randy is twenty-two and as you would expect is in incredible physical
> condition. He has boyish good looks, but his most outstanding trait is
> his outgoing personality. Randy is about 6' tall with a head of thick
> sandy colored hair. I've seen him in the showers a few times after his
> workouts and his appearance is a little odd because you see this boyish
> face on a magnificently built naked body. His cock is always long and
> thick looking and he has the biggest balls I have ever seen on a guy.
> His legs are furry and muscular and he has thick hair under his
> armpits. The way his cock and balls swing around when he walks seems
> too mature for the way he acts. He's full of foolishness most all the
> time and is at that stage in life when he strikes you as an over-grown
> boy in a man's body.
>
> A couple of months ago I caught him in the showers with his girlfriend
> and I know he would have been fired if I had reported it. I could see
> his legs spread and his ass clinched in the shower and then I noticed a
> girl on her knees between his legs backed up in the spray. She was
> obviously giving him a blow job. I watched the goings-on momentarily
> expecting to be noticed, but when I realized they were lost in the
> moment, I dressed and left quietly. When I went out the front door,
> the lights were out and the door was locked to the outside. It was
> past closing and Randy must have thought the place was deserted. It
> was kind of funny at the time, but I remembered having a permanent
> hard-on that night fanaticizing about what was going on in the showers
> at the gym.
>
> Today had been brutal at the office. My boss had increased my sales
> quota again and I had just about had it with his crap. Brady, the PC
> Tech, had told me that the boss was trying to get me to quit so he
> could hire his girlfriend's brother. You can imagine what that did for
> my morale. I thought seriously about sending his wife an anonymous
> letter about the situation.
>
> I had a late sales appointment, so I went directly to the gym before
> going home. Randy was working with a body builder type and he hollered
> at me when I came through the door.
>
> "Hey Bill, 'bout time you showed your lazy ass," he shouted, as he
> counted reps and hollered at the muscle head to keep pushing.
>
> The free weights clanked loudly as I hit the door to the men's locker
> room and I glanced in the showers and heard two guys talking over the
> sound of the spray. I got to my locker and opened it and started
> getting undressed. The locker room door opened and I knew Randy had
> entered. You always hear him before you see him.
>
> "Your biceps are awesome Jake," he said while coming through the door,
> "you need to work on those pitiful calves and your deltoids-I keep
> tellin'ya that and all's you do is those fucking curls."
>
> The sound of his voice carried everywhere and we all knew what was going
> on with everybody in the gym because nothing was a secret to Randy.
> Didn't matter if you were horny or had hemorrhoids, Randy would be
> talking about it at his usual volume. If you didn't follow his advice
> you would feel like you had personally disappointed him. He took his
> work to heart and expected us to do the same. I guess that's why I
> liked him so much. He cared.
>
> "So Bill, why the hell are you so late tonight?" he said, stopping by my
> locker.
>
> I was down to my boxers when he got there and I pulled my gym shorts out
> of the locker and laid them on the bench.
> "It's been a bad Monday Randy, I started not to even come in," I said,
> trying to shake the stress of what was happening at the office and at
> home.
>
> I pushed off my boxers and stood there naked. My cock was extended but
> not really thick. I glanced over at Randy and his eyes were all over
> me.
>
> "Yeah well, you pussys all say that when you don't want to put out," he
> said, smiling as his eyes darted down at my crotch.
>
> I laughed and he nodded his head as he studied me.
>
> "You're looking good there Bill," he paused and looked me in the eyes
> and winked, "yeah, you're lookin' damn good."
>
> He slapped me hard as hell on the bare ass as he left and it made a loud
> smack that I know everyone in the locker room heard. I couldn't help
> but laugh at him as I pulled up my jock, thinking he was so full of
> shit. When I turned around there was a big red handprint appearing on
> my ass. Randy was nodding his head and humming some rock tune as he
> walked to where the other two guys were dressing.
>
> I wondered what was going on with him. Randy interested me in ways that
> were unnerving. When I was around him I wanted to get to know him
> better, he was just contagious. My cock was getting thicker in my jock
> when I thought about him with that girl in the shower. When I pulled
> up my shorts I could tell my dick was rising and I sure didn't want to
> be getting a boner right before my workout. I went to the sinks and
> washed my face with cold water to see if that would help.
>
> I can't really say that I've noticed Randy sizing me up before but I
> have noticed him getting friendly with me and with other guys in the
> locker room. It just seems a part of his personality to look everybody
> over. He seems to want to get inside you, to know you on an intimate
> level. I never suspected him of being a switch hitter or anything
> since the episode with the girl in the shower, but if I didn't know
> better I would have thought he was coming on to me just then. But,
> looking you over just could be part of his nature and part of his
> training. That was the problem with Randy, he was hard to read.
>
> I started my workout stretching as usual and I noticed the gym was
> pretty deserted. I was lying on the floor on my back and Randy came
> over and grabbed my foot from above. He started flexing my foot
> stretching out the Achilles tendon.
>
> "Okay, so why are you so stressed tonight?" he said looking me in the
> eyes as he pushed on my foot.
>
> His strong hands grabbed around my hairy ankle and calf as he pulled
> down on the toe of my shoe. His eyes seemed to be looking down into
> the leg of my shorts. My crotch was still bulging from the semi I had
> started earlier. He slid my socks up to my shoe and started massaging
> my calf.
>
> "Oh, I don't know Randy," I started, "I'm not too happy with my boss
> these days and Karen is being her usual self."
>
> He had heard this story before. Karen and I did not have a good
> relationship and Randy seemed to always ask about how things were
> between us.
>
> "Hell, I knew it was Karen," he said, shaking his head, "I've never met
> her and I still think she's a bitch."
>
> "It's not just her this time," I said slowly, "things are kind of sour
> at the office too. Guess my life is shit right now."
>
> Suddenly I realized why Randy always knew what was going on with
> everyone. He was like a Beautician, he could suck you into telling him
> anything.
>
> "Bill," he said, pausing, "you need to take a long look in the mirror
> man." Randy was talking seriously this time which got my attention.
>
> "It's like that song says........life is what happens while you're
> making other plans." He seemed deep in thought for a few seconds and
> then added, "Life's too short to spend it miserable man."
>
> "Yeah, I know you're right", I said blankly. Shirtsleeve philosophy was
> not what I wanted to hear right now so I changed the subject to lighten
> things up.
>
> "So what are your plans for this weekend?" I said looking him in the
> eyes.
>
> He got an impish grin on his face at my question and reached down and
> adjusted his cock.
>
> "I'm heading to the lake for the weekend, we're going camping up at
> Lewisville," he said smiling.
>
> I knew this was no ordinary campout.
>
> "So who's going with you?" I asked.
>
> "Mike and David," he said nodding to the rock music on the intercom,
> "we're going to fish and water ski. David just bought a boat."
>
> I had met Mike at the gym before and Randy talked about David often.
> David worked in Fort Worth and was probably Randy's best friend. The
> three of them hung out together a lot and I knew there would be some
> partying going on at Lewisville this weekend.
>
> I put my other foot up and Randy started rubbing and flexing it. My
> cock was starting to get stiff as he massaged my calf. It was the way
> he was rubbing it. It was getting more and more erotic to me. He
> wasn't rubbing hard, it was more like he was feeling his hand up and
> down my leg. The hairs on my leg were like sensors and every inch he
> moved was getting me hotter and hotter. I reached down and tried to
> adjust my dick. All I managed to do was push my thickening cock out
> the side of the pouch of my jock. Touching it was the wrong thing to
> do. In seconds it started springing into a size 10 hard-on and Randy's
> eyes were glued to my shorts. It seemed the harder my cock got, the
> more he moved my leg and I could feel my cock inching its way more and
> more out of my jock. The jock was old and stretched out and I had to
> do something to keep my dick from splaying out the leg of my shorts.
> If he moved it much more the whole damn thing was going to be sticking
> out in full view. The way he was looking up my leg, I could tell he
> had a good view at the upper part of my hard cock.
>
> "Okay, let's get going Randy," I said trying to pull my foot down and
> out of his grasp.
>
> Just then he was paged for a phone call over the P.A. system and he let
> go. I rolled over on my hands and knees and stood up. I was glad he
> had to leave. I faced the wall and got my dick pulled around so that
> it was standing straight up. It was hard as a rock. At least with my
> tee shirt over it, you couldn't see that I was out of control.
>
> I started on the Nautilus machine for my pecks. I started with a fairly
> heavy weight and really pushed trying to burn out my erection. By the
> time Randy got back, it had subsided greatly.
>
> "Sorry about the interruption," he said, "my date cancelled for tonight.
> It's just my luck, I'm horny as hell."
>
> "So is Shawna working late?" I asked.
>
> "Shawna and I broke up last Saturday," he said as he changed the weight
> on my machine.
>
> "What happened?" I asked panting, my arms beginning to weaken and shake.
>
>
> "Push it, COME ON, ONE MORE, PUSH IT, PUSH BILL, PUSH," I strained for
> the last rep and got it done as I let the contraption settle. Sweat
> beaded up on my face and Randy handed me the towel.
>
> "She broke it off," he sighed, "said she wanted to see other people." I
> could hear the disgust in his voice.
>
> "So were you in love with her?" I asked. It seemed like a reasonable
> question but Randy looked stumped. He was quiet for a long pause as he
> considered the answer. This was very unusual for Randy who rarely had
> an unexpressed thought.
>
> "Hell no, I don't love her," he said, emphasizing the word 'love'.
>
> "So what is it then, why are you so pissed?" I asked.
>
> I got on the next machine and started the reps.
>
> "I guess I don't like the thought of her finding somebody she likes
> better than me." He said it almost like a confession, as if he had
> never thought seriously about Shawna before.
>
> "Love?" He said it again like it was ridiculous, "Shiiiit no. Shawna
> gets on my nerves most of the time. But.....well, the sex is good," he
> started explaining, "I guess that's what's pissing me off. She always
> told me how great the sex was and now she wants to see other people.
> It's just messing with my mind."
>
> "Well, don't expect me to help you figure out women," I said, starting
> to feel the burn again, "I'm the last person you should ask about
> women."
>
> It was an unusual glimpse into Randy's life. Usually all he talked
> about was sex, where they did it, how they did it, how many times they
> did it, who was on top, who was on bottom, who was tied up. I was
> convinced the guy had the libido of a stud bull. To see him open up
> was good. It fed that need inside me to know more about him. I caught
> myself gazing into his eyes while he talked and then I realized what I
> was doing and shook my head and acted like I was tired again.
>
> "So what's Karen got up her butt this time?" Randy said trying to turn
> the topic toward me.
>
> "Who the hell knows," I answered, "I probably bought the wrong brand of
> tampons and they're falling out," I said trying to make a joke.
>
> "Man, I don't know what's with her," Randy started, "you are the nicest
> guy in this gym and she gives you more shit than ten women."
>
> I nodded as I pumped.
>
> "I gotta tell ya Bill," he said, "If you ever come to your senses about
> Karen, give me a call. Will you promise me you'll do that?"
>
> I was half listening while I was straining at the machine.
>
> "Will ya?" he repeated louder.
>
> "Yeeaah!" I said as I pushed the last time. Call him when I come to my
> senses, I thought.....wonder when that will be.
>
> The other employee at the gym left and Randy had to work the front desk
> and finish the paper work for the day. I finished my workout and went
> to the locker room and showered. When I got in my car I began thinking
> about all that had happened at the gym. Randy had opened up some and
> seemed to be reaching out, maybe in more ways than one. I kept trying
> to put the pieces together between his actions and his personality. It
> had me really wondering about him.
>
> It was ten o'clock when I got home and Karen was asleep. I got
> undressed and slipped into bed. She rolled over and I could hear her
> slow breathing that told me she was asleep; and in minutes, so was I.
>
> When the alarm went off I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to turn
> on the coffeepot. I went into the bathroom and turned on the light.
> The things Randy said about taking a long look in the mirror started
> coming to mind.
>
> I stared at the reflection, my hair standing up at odd angles and saw
> lines around my eyes and a stubby growth of beard. I will be forty
> years old in three more years, I thought. As I looked in the mirror, I
> looked past the face and focused on the eyes, they were my eyes-Bill's
> eyes. But who was Bill.
>
> I studied the body in the mirror. It's a great body with a lousy life.
> How did it get this way. I thought about what was left of my life,
> about what I would face in the years to come. My twenties were over
> and now my thirties were almost gone. Somehow in the mystery of the
> mind, I detached from my feelings and saw myself as a stranger in the
> mirror, a miserable victim of my own nature. What would I say to
> someone who was in this body, living this life. What words needed to
> be said.
>
> "Life is too short to be miserable," I said aloud, repeating Randy's
> words as I stared in the mirror. I sighed and reached over into the
> tub and turned on the hot water. I shaved and got in the shower and
> was lathered up good when the door opened and she walked in, closing
> the door loudly. The abruptness of the entrance woke me from the inner
> focus and introspection.
>
> Silence filled the bathroom. I knew something was wrong, since usually
> there is non-stop chatter about how much crap she has to deal with each
> day.
>
> "How'd you sleep?" I asked over the sound of the spray. It was a
> 'test-the-waters' comment. The response or absence of it would tell me
> how to word the next sentence.
>
> Silence.
>
> Great, we're starting the day off nicely, I thought. I decided to try
> the "I'm ignoring your bitchy attitude" approach and started telling
> about all that I had to do today. This usually caused her to top my
> pitiful little list of tasks and complaints with a barrage of "you have
> no idea what I do and what I have to put up with" retorts.
>
> I started with gusto, "I have to go to McKinney today to see a client.
> I hate driving in north Dallas, the traffic is terrible. They never
> seem to get highway 75 finished." It was a weak beginning but one I
> could build on.
>
> Silence.
>
> Hmmmmm, two sentences and no response. This is more serious than I
> thought. Time to try a tactical maneuver.
>
> "I'll probably be late again tonight," I said, carefully laying the bomb
> on the table. If she didn't detonate with this one I would not leave
> the shower until she was gone.
>
> "Why are you doing this to me?" she said, the edge in her voice like a
> razor.
>
> Good, that one still works, I thought, at least we have ignition.
>
> "Whaaa, uh, what are you referring to?" It was the classic 'I'm an
> idiot' remark which every husband says when they are grateful the
> silent phase of the argument is past.
>
> "I'm referring to your work schedule, and your workout schedule, and the
> fact that you haven't lifted a finger to help me around this house in
> two months," she said caustically as I pulled back the shower curtain
> and grabbed the towel.
>
> So that was it, the garage. It's always the third thing with Karen.
> Whatever she begins bitching about is not the issue. It's always the
> third topic in the list with her.
>
> I made the mistake of promising to clean out the garage and the attic
> right before the playoffs. One of my greatest failures in life was bad
> timing.
>
> I guess the incident in front of the mirror had put me in a depressed
> mood. I am usually easy-going, and I hate this kind of conflict. It
> must have evolved from being griped out by my mother all the time while
> I was growing up. I learned to just give-in to avoid an argument.
> Karen, on the other hand, seemed to thrive on confrontation. What a
> combination we were.
>
> I decided to skip the rest of the preliminaries and get right to the
> issue.
>
> "Karen," I said, trying to stay in control of my feelings, "I am not
> going to clean out the garage this weekend. It's been a long hard week
> and I need a break."
>
> It was like lighting the fuse on the forth of July.
>
> She launched into a particularly acerbic tirade and I said nothing. The
> more she talked the hotter I got inside. Instead of trying to calm her
> down and pacify her, I was feeling rage inside. Who was she anyway,
> why did I put up with this shit day after day from this person, I
> thought. This was not a person I wanted to be around. Then, suddenly
> it was like somebody flipped a switch. I saw Karen as a stranger just
> as I had seen myself. This was a ranting and raving, hateful person
> who had no love inside, least of all for me. The person standing in
> front of me was a mean-spirited bully and I was spending my life
> putting up with it. I turned my head away and a feeling of stone
> coldness swept over me.
>
> I finished in the bathroom while she waved her arms and used her usual
> list of criticisms and complaints about my laziness and lack of
> motivation. I never ignored Karen, but this time was different. Her
> words, accusations, and suspicions were all from the usual list. It
> probably wasn't the garage that she was mad about anyway. This type of
> communication had become a pattern in our relationship. She would not
> give me the real subject of her irritation until I had been completely
> demoralized, then she would move in for the kill, to finish me off.
> Only when I was broken and bleeding inside did she let up.
>
> For some strange reason Randy's words kept ringing in my ears, "Life is
> what happens while you're making other plans", "Life's too short to
> spend it miserable". I dressed quickly and got my keys. Karen finally
> shut up when she realized I wasn't going to interact. She was watching
> me as I left and I think she sensed that something was very wrong with
> my behavior. She seemed irritated, yet unnerved that I was so silent
> and focused on leaving. Perhaps she wondered if she had gone too far.
> There was good reason for her concern; she had gone too far.
>
> I drove around for over an hour. I was in no shape to go to the office.
> The car seemed to drive itself making turns and choosing exits.
> Before I knew it, I was turning down my own street and back into my own
> driveway, only this time Karen's car was not there. I went to the
> garage and got the two biggest suitcases we owned. I packed all my
> clothes in the two bags and put them in the back of my Cherokee. When
> I went back into the house and looked around I became detached and
> suddenly realized this was Karen's house, Karen's pictures, and Karen's
> choices. The only thing I had contributed at this address, was money.
> There was nothing else I wanted.
>
> I got back in my car and turned on the ignition. It was only then that
> I realized I was leaving her. It hadn't fully hit me before, but
> suddenly I was filled with exhilaration. I got a cold shudder of fear,
> but I knew the time had come. I put the car in gear and drove off.
>
> I went to the local branch of our Bank and got a cashier's check for
> half of the savings. It would be enough to get me started somewhere
> else. I pointed my Jeep north and started driving.
>
> When I got to McKinney I decided for some unknown reason to keep the
> sales appointment. I had never been so focused and so bold during a
> sales presentation, and I guess the planets were aligned because it was
> a whopper of a sale. I called the office and gave them the order. I
> knew this was the biggest sale this year and that it would boost me
> into the number one spot this month. I told the secretary I was taking
> some time off and that I'd call in later on. She started asking
> questions and giving me shit about my calls and I just hung up while
> she was yammering. Damn, are all women like this, I wondered.
>
> I got back in my Cherokee and kept heading north on highway 75. The
> road eventually began to stretch out and I could see more trees and
> grass than buildings. The drive was good, even cathartic in a way.
> The rolling hills were easy on my nerves and pleasant, like friendly
> conversation. There were vegetable stands along the highway and I
> pulled off at one and studied the dusty little roadside structure. The
> grotesquely fat woman sitting at the cash register was listening to
> Patsy Cline. The old radio had a bent antenna with strips of aluminum
> foil on it. She was swatting flies when she didn't have to move too
> far. I watched her easy manner and wondered if my life could ever be
> this simple. She had a calmness that I had not known since childhood.
> I thought about my family and some of the happy times in life. The
> baskets of fresh vegetables reminded me of my Uncle John's farm. I
> used to ride with him on his old John Deere tractor along the
> creek-bed. Auntie Z would be waiting with our lunch at the bottom of
> the hill and we would have a picnic under one of the elm trees. I
> wanted to go back to that time in my life more than anything. My eyes
> were getting a little moist in the nostalgia so I tried to focus on the
> vegetables and fruit. I looked around a little more and then bought
> some apples and a banana just to be courteous and got back in my car.
> When I got back on the highway I decided it was time to call Karen. I
> picked up the cell phone and dialed her office number.
>
> When she answered I started talking immediately, "Karen, its Bill. I'm
> in my car and felt it was only fair to tell you I'm leaving. I packed
> my clothes and some other stuff and took half the savings out of the
> bank."
>
> I paused but she said nothing. Her silence was incredibly irritating
> and I started getting angry.
>
> "I'm leaving you Karen," I said forcefully, "I won't be back. When I
> get a new address I'll tell Marsha. If you need to contact me you can
> call her." I knew that would irritate her since she hated having to
> talk to my sister.
>
> She was still silent and I wondered what was going on at the other end
> of the phone. The pause seemed like an eternity and I started to hang
> up when she finally spoke.
>
> "What's her name Bill?" she snapped in a hateful acid tone.
>
> It was the typical attack I had come to expect from Karen. She could
> never accept that I would leave her because of anything she had done or
> said. It must be my fault. I must be having an affair. Hearing her
> hard hateful voice reminded me of who she was and what she was.
>
> "Karen, someday I hope you will come to understand that how you treat
> people makes all the difference in your own happiness. I have never
> been unfaithful to you. There is not another woman involved. The only
> woman causing this breakup is you. Frankly, I don't care whether you
> believe that or not. I have stopped caring what you believe or what
> you say. Our attorneys will have the next conversation concerning us
> because this one is over. Goodbye."
>
> I pushed the end button and then the power button. I had no intention
> of talking to her any further, and I was sure she would be hitting the
> speed dial to call me back within seconds.
>
> When I looked ahead, I remembered word for word what Randy said, "If you
> ever come to your senses about Karen, give me a call. Will you promise
> me you'll do that?" He was emphatic about it. He made me promise. I
> pulled my Jeep over and grabbed my appointment book. Randy had given
> me one of his cards and I dialed the number.
>
> "American Fitness Center," she said pleasantly.
>
> "Is Randy available?" I asked.
>
> "One moment please, and I'll page him." Music started playing as she
> put me on hold and I pulled the car back onto the road and started
> driving.
>
> "Thiiiis is Randy," he said in his typical tone.
>
> "Hey, this is Bill," I said pausing to think about how to begin.
>
> "Hey Bill, when you coming in? I'm off at noon today so I won't be here
> after you get off work," he said assuming I was asking about his
> schedule.
>
> Words started tumbling out of my mouth.
>
> "Randy, do you remember what you told me last night about calling you?"
> I said, "Well, I finally woke up and looked in the mirror like you
> suggested."
>
> "You mean what I said about Karen.........?" he stopped mid-sentence not
> knowing what to say next.
>
> "I left her Randy, I'm in my car driving north right now." I was almost
> giddy telling him the news.
>
> "God, I can't believe this. Are you serious?" he asked incredulously.
>
> "Totally. My car is packed and I feel better than I've felt in ten
> years," I said.
>
> "Shit, man this is fucking incredible. I can't believe you actually did
> it. So where are you anyway? Listen, Bill, I really need to see you
> man. It's really important. Can you stop where you are and let me
> drive up to meet you after I get off work?" His tone was dead serious.
>
>
> "Well, uh, yeah, I guess so," I said realizing I didn't really know
> where I was heading anyway, "I'm about two hours north of you; how
> about if I drive back to Plano. We can meet for lunch at Pappasito's."
>
>
> "Yeah, okay, I get off at noon so I can be there around one," he said,
> his voice suddenly nervous and tentative, "I.....well, there's
> something I need to tell you Bill," he said, "and show you." The tenor
> of his voice had changed and I could tell this news had shaken him more
> than I expected.
>
> "I'm turning around now Randy. I'll see you at one." I ended the call
> and wondered why he had such as strong reaction to the news.
>
> I pulled off the road at the next turnaround and headed back south.
>
> The thought of returning to Dallas would have been unthinkable except
> for seeing Randy. I thought about all we knew about each other and
> realized that he was one of my best friends. Karen made sure I had
> little time for friendships so Randy was one of the few guys I could
> open up to. Lunch would be good. I needed to talk through what I had
> done with somebody, and it needed to be Randy. Besides, I was curious
> about what it was he wanted to show me.
>
> The traffic is always busy in Plano along highway 75, but finally I saw
> Pappasito's and exited. It was almost 1pm and I figured Randy was
> already there since he was a little closer than I was.
>
> When I pulled into the parking lot, I did not see his Firebird. It was
> canary yellow and could be seen a mile away. I was surprised he hadn't
> arrived. I decided to stay in my car and just wait. It was twenty
> minutes before I saw his car race past the restaurant on the
> expressway. He must have been going eighty. The brake lights lit up
> as he passed and I saw him getting in the right lane to exit. In
> minutes his car pulled into the lot and he jumped out quickly. I
> opened the door and when I saw him I started getting emotional. It was
> involuntary, I was fine one minute and then I saw his face and fell
> apart. What the hell was happening with me, I wondered.
>
> I stood by my car door and couldn't move. He walked over to me and sort
> of scooped me up and held me as I tried to hold back the tears. I was
> almost limp and for the first time in my life felt someone's caring
> arms about me. Here I was fifteen years older and he was holding me
> and comforting me.
>
> "It's okay Bill," he said in a kind voice, his arms cradling me.
>
> I began weeping at his words. It seemed like all the years of pain and
> torture released at once. The disappointment and failure of trying to
> be nice to a mean and spiteful person at long last found its way to the
> surface. Like some hideous oozing sore, the years of rejection and
> abuse surfaced in cascades of unexpressed feelings.
>
> How much time passed I have no idea, but slowly I felt Randy beneath me,
> his arms holding me steadily. His head was against mine and I hardly
> realized I was in another man's arms. All I knew was there was a
> safety net beneath me, and his name was Randy.
>
> "I can't eat," I managed to say weakly, my mouth and nose red and puffy.
>
>
> Randy led me to the other side of my Cherokee and opened the door. I
> got in and sat down. He got behind the wheel and began driving. He
> never spoke and I sat there occasionally sobbing looking out the
> window. He would put his arm on my shoulder occasionally and pat me
> gently. I looked over at him at one point and there were tears in his
> eyes. I had never before seen this side of Randy. He had a
> compassionate heart.
>
> "I'm sorry to do this to you Randy," I said sobbing.
>
> He shook his head and finally spoke.
>
> "You have a lot of hurt and anger to get out. Believe me I understand
> about hurt and anger. Besides, I made you promise to let me help you
> through this," he said seriously.
>
> This was a different Randy than I saw at the gym everyday. I was seeing
> him with different eyes and when I thought about his kindness, my eyes
> would fill again.
>
> He finally pulled into his driveway and I got out. His apartment was a
> duplex and we went inside and I sat at the table. Randy went in the
> kitchen and brought out two cold beers.
>
> My eyes were swollen and red. I tried to dry the sides of my face as I
> took a swill of beer. Randy was standing beside me and took a drink of
> his.
>
> "You know it's probably not over," he said quietly.
>
> "What's not over," I asked, not knowing what he meant.
>
> "It'll come again," he said, as if he knew something I didn't.
>
> I looked up at him puzzled. He was talking like a counselor. I took
> another drink and Randy spoke slowly.
>
> "I used to be a lot like you," he said slowly, "The emotions you have
> bottled up are coming to the surface. I'm just saying it's probably
> not over yet. You're going to feel it all over again when you realize
> what you gave and what you got back for those ten years."
>
> I could not believe the compassion in his voice, and just as he
> predicted it came again. Like a great wave I was swept under once
> again and the tears started flowing down my face. I guess I was
> feeling sorry for myself, but some of it was the injustice and
> unfairness of life. Waking up was a painful lesson and it hurt.
>
> Randy put his arm around me and led me to the bedroom. I laid down on
> the bed and he got behind me. I used his lap as a pillow. My head was
> in the crook of his left elbow and his arm was supporting my chest.
> His right hand stroked my hair back and wiped the tears running down my
> nose and cheek. He didn't speak; his hands and his kindness spoke. I
> don't know how much time passed, but I closed my eyes and when I opened
> them it was dark outside. Randy was still holding me and our fingers
> were interlocked.
>
> I pulled his arm around me as if it were the only tangible thing in life
> and he held me tightly. I did not want to let go and his grasp let me
> know he had no intention of turning loose.
>
> "Randy, I don't deserve to have someone like you care for me like this.
> This is probably your only day off this week," I said sadly.
>
> "You asshole, will you shut the fuck up about what you deserve. What
> the hell do you think all of this is about anyway," he said, rolling
> me onto my back, "Damn, you are one fucked-up motherfucker".
>
> His profanity was comical against the tenderness of his actions and it
> loosened me up and made me smile when I looked up at him.
>
> My arms were over my head against the pillows and Randy rolled over on
> top of me, propped on his elbows. His face was all I saw, his eyes
> darting, searching as our breathing quickened.
>
> I guess it was seeing each other eye to eye that made conversation
> unnecessary. There was no awkwardness in his position or mine. His
> face came closer and my pulse began pounding at what was happening. In
> ten years of marriage I had never had this feeling even once. His eyes
> watched my reaction ready to disengage if I flinched. But as he slowly
> came near and our lips touched, I knew I had never found love in my
> life before this minute. My brain recorded the fleshy fullness of a
> man's kiss, the tender strength of his hands. My eyes closed as we
> went into the abyss. His mouth, strong and aggressive, seeking me,
> yearning for me. I could not help but fall into that place with him.
> His hands cradled my head and held our lips together. Desire welled
> within me as his tender touch brought me to him. My arms grabbed his
> lower back and pulled him close. He laid his cheek against mine and I
> felt the slight growth of beard scratching against my own. It was as
> if every part of my body were recording the sensations of his touch and
> caress. He spread his knees alongside my thighs and I felt his hard
> dick rub against my own. My cock was urgently erect as my desire
> multiplied.
>
> I brought my hands up along his back and then back down slowly feeling
> the muscle tension in his back. As if my motions were a signal, he
> raised his torso and straddled me as he unbuttoned my shirt. One at a
> time, he slowly worked his way down my chest and then pulled the shirt
> open. He began tugging my tee shirt out of my pants and I raised
> slightly, letting my shirt fall off, and letting him pull the tee shirt
> over my head. He began kissing my chest as his hands began unbuckling
> my belt. Slowly he moved toward my nipples and tickled them with his
> tongue. His hands quickly unzipped my fly and he worked my slacks,
> shorts and socks off in one motion.
>
> He peeled off his clothes as I watched and then he climbed back on top
> of me. Our cocks were standing thick and erect and he resumed work on
> my chest, tickling the gossamer hairs on my abs with his tongue. My
> stomach must have been very erotic to him because he took his time
> following the outline of the checkerboard muscles nuzzling and tracing
> each outline with his nose and tongue. My cock was dripping precum as
> he finished his course and began tickling the hairs around my navel. I
> threw my legs apart and he pushed his nose down into the dense bush of
> my pubic hair. His tongue twirled through the thick mat of hair and
> found the root of my aching dick.
>
> Placing his mouth on the sides of my thick cock he followed the length
> up slowly until he was at the head. His tongue frenched my piss slit
> and he seemed to be plunging its depths as he played with the large
> crown. He licked the glistening fluid and spread it around the smooth
> head. His hands gently explored my balls and ass. Finally when I
> thought I would explode, his mouth covered my cock. The immediate
> warmth and pressure of his lips and mouth were too much and he barely
> got down one stroke when I gasped and the flood of cum boiled out of my
> dick and into his mouth. I had no control over the urgency of this
> eruption. I thought he would pull off instantly but instead he began
> sliding up and down on my cock pulling, suctioning, lustily devouring
> the prize. After I shot several heavy spurts he pulled up to the crown
> and tickled right beneath my piss slit and sucked hard while sliding
> his tongue against that tenderest of places. I immediately convulsed
> again with additional volleys as if another orgasm had kicked in. My
> brain was shooting electricity as his efforts brought sensations I had
> never felt before. He deep throated my cock as the orgasm subsided
> stroking the length, wetting it, savoring the heady taste. His mouth
> remained on my throbbing dick and it would not retreat. His movements
> restored my erection and I thrust my cock hard again into his throat.
>
> He slowly pulled his mouth off my wet cock and again straddled me as his
> great cock stretched out before my face. His balls were huge, much
> larger than mine were, and fuzzy with hair. My mouth opened slightly
> as I started panting at the thought of sucking it. My mind raced
> through an old memory in junior high. A band buddy and I had dropped
> our shorts in the uniform closet and traded quick sucks, nervous as
> cats, and zipped up without coming. It was the same mixture of fear
> and exhilaration that I felt as I punched the pillows to raise my head.
>
>
> As Randy's mighty cock neared, it first touched my tongue and then my
> lips fell around it's hot form. The musky aroma of his man scent
> wafted up my nostrils. I was almost startled to realize what I was
> doing. He slid his cock slowly inside my mouth and my hands found the
> tight clinch of his ass. I dug my fingers into those muscles and
> pulled him deeper inside. I wanted all of his dick, all of it's length
> deeply into my mouth. His brown pubes finally brushed my nose as his
> great cock pressed against the back of my throat. I would not release
> my grip as I felt the awesome depth of his sexuality. I closed my lips
> tighter and pulled back sucking with as much force as I could muster.
> Another hard thrust and his cock slid back against my throat almost
> gagging me. I could not get enough of him and forced even more of its
> length inside. Even though I had never felt this before, I wanted to
> please Randy, to give all that he needed me to give. I slid my mouth
> back and forth again and again pulling ever more urgently, ever more
> intensely and his breathing broke into gasps and then a throaty moan as
> his hands found the back of my head. His dick suddenly erupted in a
> furious explosion of cum. The creamy fluid filled my mouth as I
> startled at the acrid taste. My nose was full of the scent and bitter
> tartness of his emanations. His flow was enormous and I swallowed the
> blasts from his cock without flinching. I kept sucking until there was
> no more tension, no more motion. His cock softened slowly and he
> withdrew and backed away, finding my erect cock with his fist. He
> leaned over to the nightstand and found a tube of KY and squirted some
> in his fist. He stroked my cock and slicked it all over, then guided
> it between his ass cheeks and against the pucker hole.
>
> I watched his face as he lowered his tight round ass onto my stiff cock.
> Slowly I felt his sphincter open and my dick burrowed its way into the
> hot canal. The warmth and tightness of his ass were unbelievable. He
> flexed his hole as he slowly lowered himself fully inserting my aching
> rod. His hips began grinding around on my dick working it ever deeper.
> I thrust upward with my hips and he sat fully down, his face a
> perplexing mix of discomfort and ecstasy. As he adjusted to the
> intrusion I marveled at the sensation of being buried inside him. He
> leaned forward and then began moving up and down on my cock, gasping
> with each descent. I watched the pleasure unfold on his face. His
> stamina was prodigious and after several minutes, gradually increasing
> in speed and intensity I could feel the familiar rise of exploding
> pleasure. Suddenly, with a trace of agony, his pleasure found it's
> release and he yelled as his cock erupted in a splatter of cum spurts.
> With furious force he bounced against my hard cock punishing his ass,
> as he forced the pole ever deeper. The velocity of his ejaculation was
> mesmerizing. With his right hand pumping his hard dick, the orgasm was
> quick, urgent, and wildly intense. As his seizure dissolved into calm,
> my own time arrived.
>
> "I'm cuming," I managed to say as if instinctive to his next move.
> Randy slid his ass off my cock and I grabbed it pumping furiously as a
> strong blast of cum squirted skyward in a long and arching path. A
> second volley even more voluminous than the first squirted its length
> across my chest. Randy placed his mouth over the path of my eruptions
> as creamy loads streamed their way upward onto his tongue, mouth and
> nose. My eyes closed as the convulsions became a running river of
> white fluid spilling in cascades out of the hole. Randy was sweating
> and my cock softening as I stroked and the last waves of the orgasm
> dissolved.
>
> He laid on top of me and I held him close, naked skin against naked
> skin. Bushy pubic hair tangling among puddles of cum and sweat. I ran
> my hands over his body, his perfect muscular form, and remembered the
> tenderness of my rescuer. And as we lay motionless in the quiet of the
> afternoon, we fell asleep together.
>
> I awoke alone in bed. I saw that Randy had brought my suitcases into
> his bedroom. I sat up and heard him in the kitchen. I walked naked
> into where he was. His eyes studied my body and he smiled that big
> contagious grin.
>
> "You know, I've been wanting to bag you for a year," he said looking me
> square in the eyes.
>
> "So what was all this Shawna bullshit?" I replied smiling.
>
> "Okay, so sometimes I like a little pussy too," he said nodding his
> head.
>
> "Bill, I have something to show you." His tone got a little more
> serious, "When you told me you left Karen, I knew you deserved to see
> it."
>
> He went to his desk and picked up a picture.
>
> "I found this in Shawna's apartment inside her jewelry box," he said
> handing it to me.
>
> I saw a young well built young woman with her legs high in the air. She
> was getting fucked by another woman who had strapped on a thick rubber
> dick. I was puzzled that Randy wanted me to see this picture.
>
> "Is this Shawna?" I asked curiously, still wondering what the purpose
> was.
>
> "Yeah," he said waiting for me to catch up.
>
> And then I saw it and realized why he had to show me this picture.
> There on the left tit of the dyke with the rubber cock was a birthmark.
> Its raspberry color made an unmistakably familiar chevron pointing
> down to the nipple. It was Karen wearing the rubber dick.
>
> I thought back to that day at the gym when Randy and I had discussed
> birthmarks. I had described Karen's in detail. He had asked about it
> again just a few weeks before, probably right after he found the
> picture.
>
> "It is Karen, isn't it," he said convinced.
>
> I nodded my head at his question and then shook it in disbelief.
> Somehow it all made sense in an insane way. I closed my eyes and a
> small grin wiped across my face. When I opened my eyes Randy was naked
> from the waist down and was opening the refrigerator. He pulled out a
> carton of Cool Whip, pulled off the top and dipped his hard cock in the
> container. It came out with a big glob on the tip which he smeared on
> around his dick and balls. He took his finger and wiped the cream off
> the tip of his dick and put it in his mouth.
>
> "Mmmmmmm," he said, walking toward me.
>
> I laughed out loud and looked him in the eyes.
>
> "I guess it's too late for the cherry," I said with a smirk.
>
> "I bought this Cool Whip for the campout," he said as he neared, "David
> and I will bring the meat, and you and Mike can be in charge of
> dessert."
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