I call him my brother in law but he really is not related to me, he is the man who is married to my sisters husbands sister. I met them at my sisters wedding, she his girlfriend was being terrible to him at the wedding, treating him like crap thru the whole night, the man could not do anything right in her eyes.
She was overweight, not a pretty girl whatsoever, her not being nice to the man, made her look even worse than she really was, she treated him like her personal slave, he catered to her hand and foot, she called him nasty names, had him wait on her all night, getting her drinks, more, and more food, she never stopped eating it seems.
We ended up at the same table, we started to talk, the man was soft spoken, but a big strong guy, a hard working man, he worked in road construction, he had this look in his eyes, you could get lost in those eyes. They were kind sweet eyes, the eyes of an angel, you could tell by looking at the man he would never be mean to a living soul.
I liked the man from the start, if he was gay I would have thrown myself at him right then and there, but alas he only had eyes for her. As the night went on we continued to talk, he was a very well informed man, we talked about everything, from politics to gay pride parades, he was very opened minded, I even hoped a little bisexual.
He stayed to help with the clean up after the celebration was over, she would take their car home, I would drive him home, we lived in the same area. When we finally finished we headed out, he was a great guy, the kind of man you hoped to meet, even fall in love with, hopefully marry.
I dropped him off at his place, we traded cell numbers, I suggested we go to a game one day, or just hang out, I was so infatuated with this man. Weeks went by, I had texted him a few times but he was always busy, so I stopped messaging him, one Friday night at about two in the morning I got a text message from Paul,
"Sorry to message you so late Tom but could I come over?"
"Sure come on down, do you want me to come pick you up?"
"Would you mind I know its late but I'm a mess please Tom, please come get me."
"Be right there Paul."
I threw on some sweat pants and a tee shirt, jumped in my car and drove over, he was sitting in his driveway, suitcase at his side, you could see he was crying. I got out and helped him get in the car, I got his suitcase, we were off. The lights were on in the house, she was home, but I still did not know what had transpired.
Paul was a mess he was in tears, he had marks all over his face, his shirt ripped, he had scratch marks on his chest.
"Paul are you okay?"
"I will be thank you for picking me up, I did not know who to call."
He again burst into tears, I assumed it was her who had did this to him, if I did not like the woman before.When I got him in the house, I had him remove his shirt so I could tend to his wounds, not serious small cuts and abrasions, seems she was convinced he was having an affair with some woman from work, you only had to look at the man, he was not that kind of guy, he was loyal, true, if you got to be with a guy like him, he would bend over backwards to please you.
I cleaned up his wounds as he told me the sordid story, she found a text message on his phone from a coworker she had texted him
"Lets grab a coffee,"
It was all very innocent, She took it the wrong way, convinced herself he was sleeping with this woman on the side. He later told me it was she who was seeing another man on the side, that man was at his old house now. I was amazed there would be another man who would even want to be with a woman like her.
When I got him cleaned up I asked if he was hungry, he had not had dinner basically nothing to eat since lunch, I had some leftovers from dinner, ribs, rice with a stir fry veggie, a side salad, the man could eat that was for sure, sitting there shirtless he was so very sexy, with his hairy chest, beautiful black hair, rich and thick, his nipples were perfect , I could imagine myself licking him head to toe.
"Do you have any clean clothes with you Paul?"
"Yes I threw some clothes in my suitcase, not sure what's in there."
The clothes all dirty was shoved in the suitcase, he could not stay in these, after he finished eating I brought him to the spare bedroom take off your clothes, I will throw on a load of laundry.
"Could I use your shower Tom I did not get a chance to shower after work today."
"Paul you don't have to ask, you have your own bathroom, you will find everything you need, including a brand new toothbrush."
I got to see the man naked he was a perfect specimen, not a body builder, more of a working mans body, the muscles all perfect, the man had a beautiful cock uncut with its foreskin hanging from the tip, his big bull balls hanging behind his magnificent tool. The man had a beautiful ass, perfectly shaped, with a strip of hair along the crack, black hair on the white skin was beautiful in contrast.
