I had a bed to make and some laundry to get done, I sent John out to go get some groceries so I could get stuff done in the house. I caught myself singing and smiling as I was cleaning the house, John came back with so many bags of food, I had given him a small list but he had bought so many extras.
John even got me a bottle of white wine, and a case of beer for himself, he hauled it all in and grabbed me and pulled me in tight. Him and I lip locked in the kitchen surrounded by bags of groceries, we stood there our eyes on each other.
"I missed you Billy, you have no idea how much I like being with you, this place feels like a home now."
"Missed you too John, now I have groceries to put away."
He and I kissed, then I pushed him back so I could get this done, when I bent over to grab a few bags he was there grabbing my hips pressing his rock hard cock to my jean covered ass.
"We can do that later, help me put this all away please."
John reluctantly helped put the bags on the counter, I put away the groceries and kissed him as I did it. I was putting the last of it away and he was leaned against the counter watching me. I walked up to him, pressed my body to his, his cock was like a magnet when I was near him that thing pointed straight at me, attracted to my body.
"What shall we do with the rest of the day John?"
John smiled I knew what he wanted, I can say I was in for another round or two, yeah okay I could be in bed with this man all day. I went to walk away, to go clean out, get ready for him, he held me tightly.
"Babe do you know how good you make me feel?"
"I kind of do, tell me please."
"As I grew up my parents were never affectionate with me, I never got hugs, I never got a kiss on the cheek. At school I was picked on all the time, at home my Dad believed in beatings for bad behavior, so I was beaten daily for whatever reason he felt he had that very day. My Mom never seemed to really want a child, maybe it was the fact I was his child, she never showed affection to him as well."
"When I married Leah she was the same, she never wanted me to even touch her let alone have sex with her. We were married for seven years, we had sex I would guess, maybe nine times, so when she died I never felt any loss for her. When you came to my house after the funeral, I noticed you, you are the only one I remember out of all the people that were there."
"Babe I so wanted to talk to you, but I was tongue tied, I was never one to start a conversation, then your Mom insisted you come clean my house for me and cook for me as well. I was over the moon but terrified at the same time, you and I alone in my house, how would I ever be able to talk to you. When I walked in the first night I was amazed at what you had done to my house for me."
"This place never looked so clean or so good, and the smell of the food you had cooking was amazing. When you handed me a beer, I could not even say a word, I wanted to touch you, I wanted to hug you and thank you for all the hard work you had put in to make my house a home."
"That night after you left I went in the bathroom to shower, the place was so clean, I jerked off in the shower then in my bed cause I knew it was you who had made it, your hands had touched my sheets and blankets. I now watched the clock at work to see when it was time to go home, the second day when I came home and you had roast beef cooking, I was almost drooling. I wanted you to stay longer, sit and talk to me, I was so happy you stayed for dinner with me, when I asked."
"The third day, again I came home to a spotless home, when I went in to shower I knew I had to try to get you to notice me, I left the bathroom door open. You came in and picked up my dirty clothes, I saw you looking at me, I really hoped you liked what you were looking at. Then at dinner you offered to massage me, I was thrilled and terrified at the same time."
I leaned in closer to him and hugged him, gave him a soft kiss, let him continue.
