Bereaved Husband
                                        By
                                              Little Dan




I had been living next door to the Kegans for almost four
years, and we had become best friends.  I don’t think I’ve
ever seen a couple as much in love as Duke and Doris. I was
so jealous of their relationship.  It was the kind of thing
I wanted for myself, but never seemed to find.  Maybe I was
incapable of love.
I had dates, of course, but they never seemed to go
anywhere.  And some of them were very pretty girls.  But I
never felt anything.  If I kissed them it was more out of a
sense of duty, than emotion. I would take them home, and
then drive back to my own house, sad and lonely.


It was so wonderful to see Duke and Doris together.  The
fun, the joking, the companionship.  They had no children
and made each other the only important thing in their lives.
I felt honored to be in their company, and I was glad to be
able to offer Doris my companionship during the long hours
that Duke was at work.


They were an attractive couple.  Duke was a big handsome guy
about forty years old.  He was big-boned and athletic
looking.  He had been a college football jock and was
dripping with testosterone.  I had to raise my head a little
to look at his thick, glossy black hair, and those
unbelievable blue blue eyes.  His features were clean and
even and he was always immaculately shaved and dressed.


Doris and he had been in the same class in college, and she
had been the school’s leading actress, appearing in all the
school plays.  She had long flowing blonde hair, and also
had blue eyes, though not as intense a shade as Duke’s eyes.
Everybody thought she would end up in Hollywood starring in
motion pictures, but then she met the football hero, and
that was that.


You would always see them holding hands when they walked
down the street together, which I found so romantic.  I
would lag back a step or two just to watch them together,
and Duke would turn around and laugh, “Get a move on, Jack.
You’re such a slowpoke.”  And then Doris would laugh. And
then even I would laugh and take a few quick steps to catch
up.


Duke had his own construction company, and he was doing very
well, which of course left Doris all alone during the day,
and I know she was glad to have my company.  How often she
would walk across the lawn and ring my doorbell. “Come on,
Jack,” she would say.  “Let’s go down to the stores and see
what’s on sale.”  And I would always go with her.  I was a
wallpaper designer and worked at home, so my time was pretty
free.  I could do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.


We had such fun on those trips, and Doris always picked up a
few knick knacks for the house, most of which she didn’t
need.  I was always worried that Duke would think I was
trying to make time with Doris, but that was ridiculous.
She could never have been interested in a little guy like me
when she had that big handsome gentle brute.  I was even an
inch shorter than Doris, who was eight inches shorter than
Duke.  I had neat brown hair, smooth skin, green eyes, and
though I thought I was nice looking, I was far from being
the handsome hulk she was married to.


Actually I was more Doris’ friend than Duke’s, though I know
he liked me too.
Doris and I had so much in common.  We both loved music.  We
both loved the movies.  We loved to go shopping.  We watched
soap operas together.  Duke was the alpha male.  He liked
watching football games, baseball games, basketball, golf,
tennis, the Olympics.  I had never been athletic, and in
high school the other kids would make fun of me.  When we
played baseball, they would put me out in right field where
I could do the least harm, because no balls ever went into
right field.  After a while I would get bored and sit down
on the grass looking for four leaf clovers while the game
continued.  A real loser.  Nobody wanted me on their team.


But even though we had nothing in common, I knew that Duke
liked me, and treated me almost like a kid brother.  And
that’s exactly the way I felt about him.
As if he were my great big brother, my protector, my role
model.  And he was twelve years older than I.  He was forty
and I was only twenty-eight.


And then we found out that Doris was ill.  She hadn’t been
feeling well, and our shopping trips were getting fewer and
fewer.  Finally Duke insisted that she see a doctor, and
after all the tests, the news was not good.  Doris had a
terminal illness.  Duke was devastated.  He took as much
time off from work as possible, and when he couldn’t be
there, I stayed with her.  Finally Doris went into the
hospital, and in three days it was all over.


I sat in the waiting room, while the Doctors took Duke into
another room to tell him what had happened, and offer their
condolences.  When Duke reappeared at the waiting room door
he was crying, and I knew right away.  I ran over to him and
wrapped my arms around him, and let him sob into my neck.


“Oh, my poor Doris.  My poor beautiful Doris,” He sobbed,
and I was crying too.
Finally we got control of ourselves and drove home in
silence.  It was Duke’s car, but I drove. He just  was in no
condition to drive.


I helped Duke with the funeral arrangements, and so did his
two sisters, Ethel and Evelyn.  He called Doris’ parents in
Florida where they were now living.  And there were tears on
both ends of the line.  Doris’ parents were making
arrangements to fly right up for the funeral.


It was a small funeral.  Duke and Doris hadn’t been that
social.  They were too wrapped up in each other.  The family
sat in the front and I sat towards the back where I could
hold my handkerchief to the tears dripping down my face
without everyone seeing me.


Doris’ parents stayed with Duke for three or four days and
then flew back down to Florida, and Duke was alone.  All
alone.  My heart was breaking for him.  This was the rest of
his life.  Where could you find another Doris?  I looked out
the window and watched him leave for work in the morning.
And I thought to myself,
“I can’t let him come home to an empty house.  I can’t.”


I drove over to the supermarket and picked up some steak and
some potatoes to bake, and I bought corn on the cob.  Doris
had given me their key to water the plants when they went on
vacation one time, and then insisted that I keep it “in case
we get locked out,” she had laughed.   When I drove home,
instead of going into my own house, I went into Doris’.  I
spent the day watching game shows and soap operas on
television, and then around five o’clock I went into the
kitchen and started to prepare dinner for Duke and me.


Duke got home around half past five, and when he opened the
front door, I was standing right there.  I had heard the car
pulling into the attached garage.


“Hello,” he laughed in surprise.  “What are you doing here?”


“I’m cooking you dinner,” I answered.


“That’s so nice.  But you didn’t have to do that.  I could
have opened a can.”


“That’s exactly what I was afraid of,” I said.  “I have to
make sure you eat properly and keep up your strength.  It’s
what Doris would have wanted,” I added.


He hung his head and nodded.  “Well, thank you so much.
You’re such a good guy.”  He walked over and patted me on
the shoulder.


“Now you just sit here while I get everything ready,” I
ordered, and marched back to the kitchen. The potatoes were
baking. I put the steak under the broiler and began to boil
water for the corn. Meanwhile I set the table with dishes,
glasses, silverware, napkins, as I shuttled back and forth
between the kitchen and the dining room.


“You need any help in there?” Duke called from the living
room.


“No, you just sit there.  I’m doing fine,” I called back.
“Everything’s almost ready.”


I put the food on the dining room table and called Duke in
to dinner.  As we were eating, he nodded. “This is really
great.  Delicious.”


“Thanks, Duke,” I said.  I loved feeling appreciated.


After dinner, I washed the dishes and joined Duke in front
of the television in the living room.  He was watching
football, and as we sat he began explaining the game to me.
I knew that this is what he and Doris used to do every
evening, and I felt I was really helping him by being there.


Around eleven o’clock, I decided it was time to go home.  We
shook hands and I went back across the lawn to my own house.
He thanked me again. And I said. “Don’t be silly.  I enjoyed
it too.”  And I had.  Even the football.  That big guy was
so cute sitting on the floor in front of the TV cheering for
his team.  When I got back home I went upstairs, took a
shower and got ready for bed. And I slept well, feeling I
had done something good.


It had been such a nice evening, that I did the same thing
the next day, and the day after that, and the day after
that.  If I was company for Duke, he was company for me.  We
actually started palling around together.  We went to
football games, and basketball games, and I was actually
starting to like them.  I made Duke’s teams my teams.  And
we cheered together.


The only thing was that I was falling in love.  I was lying
in bed one night trying not very successfully to fall asleep
and it hit me.  I was in love with Duke, which was
ridiculous and impossible. I had wanted to fall in love my
whole life long, and now I had.  With another man.


I continued to hang around with him, to eat with him, to go
to games.  It’s just that now, every time I looked at him, I
wanted to hold him, to hug him, and I felt like crying all
the time.  I knew that I should stop coming over, but I just
couldn’t.” And besides,” I rationalized, “he needs me.”
What would he do without me?  If I weren’t there he’d be all
alone.  I had to be with him, for Doris’ sake.


I had tried suggesting to Duke that he should start dating,
that he should try to meet someone, but he just looked at me
as if I were crazy.  We both knew there could never be
another Doris and he wouldn’t settle for less.


One day we decided to go hiking in the woods.  It was a
perfect day, warm but not hot, and the air was crystal clean
and dry.  We were both wearing blue jeans, casual shirts,
and, of course, hiking boots.  Duke looked so damned
handsome. I couldn’t bear to look at him.  I was glad that
he was behind me on the narrow path, so I didn’t have to
keep staring at those long legs, and his full round mounds,
which suddenly seemed so sensual to me.


Suddenly down the path I saw a red squirrel with its little
paws folded around an acorn, chewing and chewing.  So busy
eating that he wasn’t paying attention to our approach. It
was so cute.  “Look, Duke,” I whispered.  “See the
squirrel?”   He came up behind me and peered over my
shoulder.


“Where?” he asked.


“Over there,” I pointed.


His eyes followed my hand.  “Oh, I see,” he said.  “Cute
little guy.”


“Yes,” I affirmed.


Suddenly I became aware of how close he was.  His whole body
was pressed against my back, as his head peered over my
shoulder.  His large hands were even gripping my shoulders.
I could feel his whole frame touching mine, and if I had
turned my head to the right slightly we might have ended up
kissing.  So I made certain to keep facing the squirrel.
And then, near the top of the division between my buttocks,
I could feel his penis.  Inside his jeans I could feel his
penis. He was taller than I so it was high up on my behind.
I didn’t move.  He didn’t move.  And the penis seemed to be
getting harder and stiffer.  Was he almost pressing it
against my backside?


Suddenly he stepped back.  I turned to smile at him and saw
his face was a little red.  Probably he had just realized
that he was poking my backside and was a little embarrassed.


“Let’s keep going,” he suggested.


“Right,” I said.  And we went on hiking.


As evening was approaching we drove back and went into his
house, where I rustled up some dinner for the two of us.  I
was becoming aware that he was staring at me.  Every time I
moved, his eyes would follow my rear end, and I was becoming
a little uncomfortable.


When I finished the dishes, I joined him in the living room.
He was sitting on the sofa and when I came in, he patted the
pillow next to him, telling me to sit down.
“You don’t know how much I appreciate what you’ve been doing
for me,” Duke said.


“Don’t be silly,” I said.  “I’ve been doing just what I
wanted to do.  If I weren’t here with you having a great
time, I’d be sitting home alone and that wouldn’t be much
fun.”


“No.  It’s no fun to be alone,” he said. “Stop me if I say
anything embarrassing, but we’re both guys here and I feel
close enough to you to confide in you.”


“Of course.  Go ahead.”


“It’s been quite a while now since Doris died, and she was
sick for a good period of time before that.  What I’m trying
to say is that I haven’t gotten laid in a very long time,
and I am getting sooooo horny.”


I looked down at his lap and noticed he was getting an
erection, but I just concentrated on his face.   “Believe
me.  I understand.” I reassured him.


“Maybe I should go to a prostitute,” he wondered.


“It might solve your problem,” I said.


“I don’t know.”  He shook his head.  “The whole idea is so
unappealing to me”


“I feel so bad for you, Duke,” I said.  And then I started
to cry a little thinking of him and Doris.  What he had and
would never have again.


“Come on now,” he said, patting my back and putting his arm
around my shoulder, hugging me to him.  He was comforting
me.  “You’re such a good friend,” he said.   He squeezed me
a little more.  I looked into his eyes, and then he looked
into mine, and he bent slightly forward and gave me a small
kiss on the lips.  I sat there motionless, hoping something
more would happen.  I guess when he saw I wasn’t going to
freak out, and that I had obviously liked being kissed, he
bent forward again, and gave me another kiss.  But this one
wasn’t quick.  It started out on the lips, and then slowly
his mouth opened and his tongue snaked out and began licking
my lips.  I opened my mouth and his tongue crawled inside,
licking my tongue, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and I was
starting to suck on his delicious tongue, and I was moaning.
My arms went around him and I clutched him to me.  I looked
down and noted his erection.


The hand which had been around my shoulders now started
drifting down my back until it reached the cheeks I was
sitting on.  He was patting them, rubbing them.  And it was
wonderful.  I knew that I had an erection too, but his was
the one that interested me.  I gently placed my hand in his
lap and began caressing his large stiff organ through the
cloth of his jeans.  I had never been so excited in my life.
My god.  Did I want to see that thing!  To touch it!  To
taste it!


“Why don’t we go up to the bedroom,” he suggested.  He stood
up and took my hand, leading me upstairs into the master
bedroom, where the queen size bed was.  The bed that he and
Doris had shared for so many years. He planted his tall body
directly in front of me and began to unbutton my shirt.
Then he lifted my undershirt up, off my arms and over my
head.  I stood there passively as he prepared me.  Now he
was unbuttoning and unzipping my blue jeans.  He sat me down
on the edge of the bed to take my shoes and socks off, and
to pull the pants from my legs.  Finally he made me sit up a
little so that he could slip my white jockeys from under my
bottom, then down my legs and off.  I was naked in front of
Duke.  He stood there looking at me as he started to remove
his own clothing.


Finally he pushed me over on the bed and lay down next to
me.  We both lay staring at the ceiling for a few minutes,
not saying anything.  Then he edged me onto my side facing
him and began nuzzling at my mouth again.  I threw my arms
around his back, stretching my mouth open for access.  His
large right hand reached around my back and began to gently
caress my ass cheeks.  He was really turned on by my behind,
and that thought made me excited.  I got a little stiffer
thinking about Duke in relation to my ass.


Duke himself had a thick iron-hard fire poker in front of
him. He took my hand and wrapped it around his poker, and I
gently massaged it, feeling it get thicker and thicker.  His
flesh down there was incredibly hot.  His poker.  What was
it going to poke?  I tried not to let my mind get ahead of
me.


Duke’s hand was running through my hair now, letting the
strands fall around his large fingers.  Then I felt as if
that hand were putting some pressure on top of my head,
pushing it away from his face, and pushing it down along his
body till it got to his crotch and I was face to face with
the thick iron fire poker, which was in reality an imposing
tower of male flesh.


“Suck on it for me, sweetheart,” he whispered.


I had never done such a thing before, but how could I resist
the word ‘sweetheart’?  I totally melted inside when he
called me that.  I tentatively took the instrument in my
hand and bent it forward to touch my lips.  He groaned.  I
continued rubbing my lips on the large head.  Then throwing
caution to the wind, I stuck my tongue out and began licking
it with gusto.


“Take it in your mouth, sweetheart,” he urged.


So of course I immediately enmouthed it.  It was wonderful,
I felt like a baby sucking on a very large nipple waiting
for my reward, the sweet milk to come. He moaned. I moaned.
It was been everything I’d been dreaming of my whole life,
not even knowing what I had been dreaming of.  Duke’s
pulsating dick in my mouth, stretching now to the back of my
throat, and his hands pressing the back of my head, as he
was feeding it to me, making me swallow it, even though I
was coughing and choking and dribbling.  It went back and
back until it hit the very back of my throat with each
forward thrust.  Oh my God. Oh my God.  My darling Duke  My
own darling Duke.  I had my Duke’s cock in my mouth,
slamming my tender throat.


“Oh, sweetheart,” He moaned again and kept pounding.   Then
he kind of eased off and slowly took his sweet penis from my
mouth.


“What’s wrong?”  I asked nervously.  I wondered what I had
done.


“Nothing’s wrong, sweetness.  It’s just that there are other
things I’d like to try.”


“Oh,” I said.


We lay side by side on the bed again, and he cuddled my
small body in his large arms, kissing my face.  “I wish I
could do for you what you just did for me.  But I can’t. I
just can’t.  I hope you don’t mind that.” He apologized.


“Don’t be silly.  I don’t mind that at all.  I wouldn’t even
want you to do that to me.  My happiness is to give you
pleasure.  That’s all I want, believe me.”  He kissed my
lips again.  And then it became another long wet affair
again.


As he lifted his lips from mine, he whispered, “I wanna be
inside you.  Is that okay?”


Of course it was okay and I said so.  His hand began
massaging my round firm little ass cheeks, and one finger
strayed into the crack and began to massage my  virgin
pucker.  It was so tight.  He was having trouble trying to
work his finger inside, so he spit on it and tried again.
This time it penetrated.


“Oh, it’s so hot and tight in there,” he breathed.  “I can
almost imagine what it’s gonna feel like when its wrapped
around my big gun.  It’s gonna make my gun wanna shoot real
quick.  Isn’t it, sweetheart?”


“Yes, honey,” I answered.  “I want your gun in my tight
little holster.  Please put your gun in my holster before
you let it go off.”


He raised my face to his and asked a question.  “Have you
ever had a gun in your holster before, sweetheart?”


“I never have,” I answered truthfully.


“Then we had best get something to help.”  He got off the
bed and walked to the master bathroom across the room.  He
came out with a large tube of lubricant.
He kneeled on the bed next to me and made me turn onto my
stomach.  Slowly he began feeding his fingers and the gel
into my behind, making it looser and wider.  Twisting his
fingers around to let the muscle get used to width and
girth.
Preparing my hiney for something very big.


Finally he crawled on top of me and began to ease his stiff
thick rope through my tiny needle hole.  It didn’t happen
easily.  He kept having to take it out and put more goo on
it.  Then he’d put it back inside me, this time a little
deeper.  It took a while till the whole length of it glided
in and I could feel his balls on my ass cheeks.  As he
worked it into me, I delighted in the slight scratchiness of
his pubic air on my behind.  And then he took it out again.
Just when it was starting to feel so good.


“Turn around, sweetheart,” he said.  “I wanna look at you
while I’m fucking you. Is that okay?”


“That is very okay,” I answered. I turned over, and now
lying on my back, let him crawl between my outstretched legs
and raise them over his shoulders, lifting me so that the
entrance into my body was pointing upwards and towards him.
He relubricated once more and pressed his rigid dick into
the opening which gladly now gave way, and allowed him full
entry deep into my bowels.  He eased my legs off of his
shoulders and they were flapping on each side of his own.


“Wrap your legs around my butt, sweetheart.  Fold your
heels.  Put your hands on my butt and pull me into you.”


“Yes,” I said.  I wrapped my legs around his strong  gluteal
muscles and imprisoned him inside me.  As he began to fuck
me I clutched his ass cheeks and pulled him as deeply into
me as he could get on each downstroke.  I was grinding my
own ass cheeks against his abdominal muscles.  It was a
delicious hot fuck.  I had never known anything like this
before.


“I’m loving this,” said Duke.


“I’m loving it more,” I almost screamed, as all those
sensations were bombarding me.  “Oh, Duke.  I wish this
never had to end.”


“It won’t ever end, sweetheart.  We’re gonna be doing this
all the time now, if you don’t mind.”


“Oh, God.  I don’t mind.  Just keep giving it to me like
this.  My beautiful lover. My handsome lover.  I love you.
I love you.”


Duke didn’t say he loved me. He just shut my mouth with
another breathtaking kiss, as he kept stroking my sucking
internal tunnel with his fleshy armament.  And then he was
going crazy on top of me, banging and pounding, and making
breathy noises.  “I’m gonna shoot,” he yelled. “I gonna
shoot my load into your hot little ass. Here it comes.  Here
it comes,” I felt his dick enlarging and exploding deep
within me and the warm gushes of spunk were bathing my
passages, relaxing them as though it were a narcotic bath.
We held each other, both of us trying to catch our breath
after the fantastic mind-blowing exertion of our physical
union.  “Oh, Duke.  Oh, Duke.” I kept repeating. I was
starting to cry.


“Sshhh, now.  Ssshh,” he said, stroking my body tenderly.
“Everything’s just fine.  That was so beautiful, sweetheart.
You don’t know how happy you’ve made me.”


“I love you, Duke,” I said again.


“And I love you, little Jack, sweetheart.”


“You do?” I asked.  I didn’t see how he could really love
me.  I needed assurance. “You really love me?”


“A lot.  Why I just want to hold you and kiss you and fuck
you all over the place.”


We started kissing again.


As the days moved forward life continued almost as before.
I kept my own house next door, but would come over every
afternoon to make dinner for my man while he was at work.
After dinner we’d usually watch a game on TV before heading
upstairs to our warm bed.  And Duke was true to his word.
It was never going to end.  He fucked me constantly,
tirelessly, for long periods of time and then after he came
he’d take only a short rest before fucking me again.  I
never dreamed that I would ever find this kind of happiness
in my life.  Before the days had always dragged by, and now
as they were flying by so quickly, I wanted time to stand
still.  Stand still at the exact moment Duke’s big cock was
plundering my hole.


How could such a wonderful thing have happened to me? One
night as Duke was lying on top of me, fucking like mad, I
looked up at the ceiling, above the ceiling, into the sky,
through the sky where Doris must be, and way up there
somewhere, I knew she was smiling.