My name is Dan. What I am about to tell you happened about a month ago. I am thirty-five years old and in good shape. I'm six feet tall, and one hundred and eighty pounds. I also have a nice six-pack, or so I have been told. I was married for about eight years to a woman, but I couldn't live the lie any longer. I have been divorced for about two years now.
From an early age, I discovered I was attracted to the same sex. I had sex in high school, with men older than me and boys my age. I had always kept that part of my life a secret. But then, when I got divorced, I decided to hell with it. I decided to date men openly. I had had sex with men since my divorce, but no serious relationships.
My ex-wife and I have a four-year-old son, and one night, he and I were out at a grocery store picking up stuff for his birthday party the next day. I was in the checkout line, and my son was in the seat of the cart where you can put little kids. I was at the front of the cart, unloading it, when all of a sudden, I heard him say, “Hi, soldier.”
I turned around and saw he was talking to this young marine, my God, he was gorgeous! He was about my height, maybe a little heavier, he looked a couple of years younger than me also. I could barely take my eyes off of him. I turned around and said to my son, “Hey, what did Daddy tell you about talking to strangers?”
He said, “You told me not to talk to strangers, Daddy.”
I told him. “That's right. And he's a stranger, isn't he?”
He said, “But, Daddy! He's a soldier, and all soldiers are nice.”
I kept unloading my shopping cart, and I said, “Not all soldiers are nice, kiddo.”
Then I quickly looked at the marine, smiled, and said, “Um, not that I'm saying that you're a bad one, sir. No offense meant.”
He smiled and said, “Hey, no offense taken, man.”
Then he said to Nicky, “You're daddy's right, champ. Not all soldiers are nice.”
Nicky smiled at him and said. “But you're a nice one, right?”
Still smiling, he said, “Well, it depends on who you ask.”
That ended our conversation for a minute. Then Nicky said, “If I tell you my name, and you tell me yours, then we won't be strangers anymore, and we can talk.”
He whispered it, thinking I wouldn't hear him. Then the marine whispered back, I'm sure he knew I could hear him, “ It doesn't work that way, champ. We better stop talking because I don't want you to get into trouble, and I don't want your daddy mad at me.”
Another minute of silence as the cashier finished ringing up my order. My items came to almost two hundred dollars. I took out my wallet, and I couldn't believe it! My debit card wasn't there. Then I remembered using it earlier in the day to order something from Amazon.com, and I forgot to put it back into my wallet.
The cashier asked me, “Um, is something wrong, Dan?”
I said, “Uh…yeah, Cindy. I forgot my debit card at home and I don't have enough time to go back home and get it and get back here before you close. And I need some of this stuff first thing in the morning.”
I couldn't believe what happened next. The marine handed Cindy the bottle of water he was buying and told her, “Here, ring this up, and I'll take care of it.”
I was stunned. I couldn't speak. I just moved out of the way when I saw him take his wallet out of his back pocket. He took out his debit card and paid for everything. He even helped me put my bags back in my shopping cart. He walked outside with us, and on the way, he said, “My name's Mark.”
I figured since he just paid almost two hundred dollars for my groceries and he didn't even know me, the least I could do was tell him my name. I said, “I'm Dan.”
Before I had a chance to say another word, Nicky spoke up and said, “My name's Nicky. “
Mark said, “Well, it's nice to meet you guys.”
Mark followed us to our car, and when I stopped the cart, Nicky asked him, “Mark, would you like to come to my birthday party tomorrow?”
Mark said, “Don't you think you should ask your daddy first, to see if it's ok?”
Nicky looked at me and said, “Daddy…”
Before he got another word out, I said, “Of course, it's ok if he comes to your party.”
I just wanted to scream, yes!
Mark said, “OK, when, and where?”
I told him, then he looked at Nicky and said, “How about I put you in your car seat while daddy puts the groceries in the trunk.”
He didn't even wait for my reply. He just picked Nicky up, opened the back door of my car, sat him down in his car seat, and started buckling him in.
After he was done buckling Nicky into his car seat, Mark said, “Ok, I'll see you two, tomorrow.”
On the drive home, Nicky just started chattering away. I don't remember a word he said. I just kept thinking about Mark, and the next day. When we got home, it was already past Nicky's bedtime. I told him I would bathe him in the morning; then I put him to bed.
After I put Nicky to bed, I took a nice, long, hot shower. After my shower, I went to my room; I lay on my bed naked and got my toy out of the drawer in the nightstand. It was a dildo; it was about twelve inches long and almost as big around as a soda can. I was already rock-hard. I wanted to jerk off in the shower, but I wanted to have my dildo in my mouth, sucking on it, pretending it was Mark's cock as I jerked off.
I lay the dildo on the bed beside me and got the hand lotion from the nightstand and squirted some in my hand and lubed up my cock. I was a little over eight inches long and about two inches thick. I have never had any complaints from my lovers about its size or my technique. Although I like to fuck guys and get sucked, I prefer to be the sub in the relationship.
As I lubed up my cock and slowly jerked off, I slid the dildo in my mouth and down my throat. I hadn't had a real cock in either hole in over three months. The dildo was an ok substitute, but it could never replace a real cock. But I have to take what I can get when I can get it.