Its 1980, I'm 30 years old. I've been living with my partner, Tiny, since his 1974 Halloween party. I am 5 feet six inches tall have a 4 inch cock when hard and weigh 142 pounds. I have black hair and brown eyes. My partner, Tiny, is a high end fabric seller at the Merchandise Mart. When I met him, Tiny was 5 feet 10 inches. He had a 65 inch waist, thick thighs and thinning hair. Over time Tiny's waist expanded to 75 inches and his hair disappeared.
Over time I fell in love with Tiny. He hired me as a clerk in 1975. Since I was spending nearly every night and weekend with him he asked me to move in by summer of 1975. Our sex life was monogamous. Tiny reinforced my submissive nature. I never turned him down and was always ready to suck his wonderful cock and take him deep into my pussy. Tiny was generous to me. He made me a co-tenant with right of survivorship in our apartment. My role in the fabric business expanded from clerk, to sales, to international buyer. In 1978 Tiny added me as a full partner also with right of survivorship.
As our lives became more intertwined I yearned to serve Tiny's every need. I bathed him, cut his toenails, cleaned the apartment and kept our financial books.
"You are my lover and my submissive. Your mouth is a perfect pussy. I love how you worship me as a dedicated cocksucker. Your little cock/clit responds to me and proves your status as a submissive cocksucking faggot. You make my life as satisfying as any big man could wish."
"Tiny, I often wonder how my life would have developed if I had turned down your invitation. I love your body. I love your belly, your curtain, your cock, your balls, your arms and your mouth. Kissing you is as hot today as it was when we first kissed. I'm as aroused by your touching my tits today as my submissive heart felt when you first pinched me. My desire to worship your beautiful balls, your cock head in my mouth is unbounded. Your body is my church and I am your parishioner. Tiny, this conversation is making me lust for you. Please let me kneel before you. Please feed me as I'm thirsty for your love."
"Yes, this conversation makes me hard for your sweet mouth. Take off my pants and underwear. On your knees in prayer before me. Put my head in your head. Lick me. Kiss my shaft. Tongue my balls. Open your mouth pussy for me to fuck. I'm holding your head in the sacrifice position. Serve my needs you cocksucker. I'm fucking your head, faggot. Get ready for me to feed you. Here I cum cocksucker. Swallow the jizz you need to prove your submission."
This was the last conversation we had. In the morning I went to the Mart before Tiny woke up. At around 1:30 two police officers came to the Mart. "How can I help you officers?"
"Do you share an apartment with Charles LeRoi?"
"Yes."
"We have some bad news. Your landlord heard a loud thud in the apartment. When no one answered he entered and found Mr. LeRoi on the floor, unconscious. He tried CPR and called emergency care. They couldn't revive him and pronounced his death. The landlord knew you worked here and asked us to convey the sad news to you."
"Thanks officers. I'll start contacting his relatives and start making the necessary arrangements."
Over the next week I cried as I called Tiny's family. His parents were dead, his uncle hung up on me saying "I hope the homo rots in hell. Let me know if he left me any cash otherwise I don't care what you do with his corpse."
His sister asked me to arrange the burial and funeral and to let her know when to get to Chicago. I know all of Tiny's business clients and most of his friends. I'll spare you the details of the undertakers efforts to upsell the coffin and the funeral. When I had the date and time set I let everyone know about the burial. It was just a graveside funeral with his sister and all of his clients and friends. After the coffin was lowered I invited everyone to the apartment for food and a chance to tell stories about their memories of Tiny.
