A couple days after I sucked Davey, I almost had another time with him when I was rudely interrupted by an impromptu family visit.
I for sure was a family man over being a freak, and sex surely took a backseat to them, but I grew accustomed to being alone for I knew what could happen when "Papa Eddie" was in his own company.
"Mi casa, es su casa," I tell them as they ravaged my home.
After two weeks they'd leave, but during that time I'd see Davey coming in and out of his house, some days in his crisp uniform, or other times walking with what I thought was some random, beautiful woman. Other times he'd hang on the porch with a couple of young, studly looking guys that seemed to be his friends. I thought they all were his butt buddies until he schooled me otherwise.
"Are you fucking her," I messaged him minutes after my family left the house. "And what about those two adonises you been having over?"
He called my phone.
"Damn, you clocking me," he asked. "That woman is my sister, and those two guys you see happen to be Tyrell and Bugg, two of my best, straight friends," he said as he corrected me.
"Just wondering," I said to him.
"You stay in your place. If I want someone else here to service me, then so be it. You wait your turn for when I need you," he told me.
For so long I was a man in charge with an alpha personality, but it was refreshing to have someone else barking orders, or asserting themselves to where I could remain in the "passenger seat." Davey had it honest being a naval officer, and the first guy to feed me cock as we had no intimate ties other than what I just mentioned. He inserted control over me by telling me my sexual focus was to remain on him, but I'd become an untamed whore, one who wasn't always in the presence of Davey at all times and fielded curiosity.
"Eddie. Eddie, is that you," I heard a voice yell. "My goodness man, I haven't seen you in ages and here you are."
Brian was a co-worker of mine in D.C., and an ally as we both worked as auditors under some of the most quacked out leadership. We grew close for a bit when he lost his wife, but then he took a transfer to Los Angeles and seemed to fade into obscurity.
"I come all the way down here to OBX and come across you. Its good to see you, man," he told me.
We were sitting at the beachfront bar of Hurricane Mo's, both of us having a beer and enjoying the sea breeze.
"Gained a few pounds, but looking good," I told him as Brian used to be the ultimate gym freak.
"I haul freight now. No time for the gym," he said to me. "Yeah, I was tired of the daily suit and tie grind. Wanted to be free, especially with Nicole's passing and the kids being grown and on their own. Here I am, now a full fledged long distance trucker."
Brian, who might've been in his mid to late 50s was sporting a little more gray on his head, and had a thick, well manicured beard, compared to his once low haircut and shaved face.
He enjoyed living out of his Peterbilt, and his big money RV that was parked near the establishment.
"I heard you retired," he said to me. "I still talk to the girls at the office from time to time when I'm riding. I can tell ya, I need a navigator on some of these trips of mine. "
"Navigator in the truck or the RV," I asked.
"Either. Although I enjoy being on the road, it gets lonely driving up and down the road sometimes. All expenses paid, you just sit on the right side and keep me company," he said.
His invite was sudden and from left field, but I entertained riding with this handsome guy as Brian, who was always an even-keel, gave me a certain energy I was drawn to as I hadn't experienced it in awhile.
"You still single," I asked next.
He gave me a look that reminded me of how he was solitude as his pain of losing Nicole still lingered.
" She's just not replaceable," he said to me.
I felt for him as I recalled he and Nicole being madly in love, raising their family and living the perfect life. Nicole was taken away from him through cancer, but he remained strong, at least in the presence of others as he attested his strength to his faith. The six foot four bear, with his ginger beard was a beacon of light for many of us at the office in D.C., and that light carried over even more at this moment while we shared a plate of fried chicken wings.
"How long are you down here," he asked.
"Oh, I'm in Chesapeake, bud. Just under an hour from here," I told him. "You should come check it out."
I offered to drive him up as he was the one making a living being constantly on the road, but then he suggested we ride in his RV to the house.
"I'd rather you ride with me. You got somewhere I can park that thing," he asked.
I told him yes and we agreed to roll in the morning.
"We've both had a little too much to drink tonight. Let's crash here in Kitty Hawk, then in the morning, have some breakfast and hit the road," he said.
We remained at the bar and got caught up more as we discussed the new additions to our families, and how I was enjoying retired life.
"I could've given the agency another five years," he said as he downed another shot, regretting cutting out of working for the government.
