A Gay Odd Couple
 by: Hankster

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(Perfectly Matched)

Greg Taylor retired from his football career in a blaze of glory.  He scored the winning touchdown for the New York Jets in a super bowl game.  He is a hero to everyone, and a macho hunk of manhood.

He towers over many of his teammates at 6’4”.  At thirty-six he is still all muscle and brawn.  Fat is not a word in his vocabulary.  He works out religiously and tirelessly every day, especially in the off-season.  He has light brown hair, which had been blonde when he was a kid.  He has blue eyes, a small nose, and a square chin.  His manhood is five flaccid inches, and stretches to eight and a half when he is aroused.  It is uncut and hefty; a joy to behold.  Besides all else, he’s exceptionally handsome. 

The paparazzi are particularly frustrated with him.  They find him to be very reclusive.  He never goes to any of the hot spots currently frequented by many other celebrities.  On very rare occasions he will be seen walking the red carpet at some award ceremony.  He always has a beautiful young woman on his arm.  It’s never the same one.

Like many others, he harbors a very big secret.  He’s as queer as a three dollar bill.  He became aware of his sexual orientation by the time he was twelve years old, and he has kept that secret for almost a quarter of a century.  Hiding his true identity has been exhausting for him.  Now that he is retired, he has made up his mind to come out.  He has no intention of making a speech to the press.  Instead, he has decided to be seen in public with a man instead of a woman.  He is certain that will start the rumor mills grinding.

He has a few fuck buddies.  They would love to reveal his secret, and brag that they slept with him, but they won’t do it.  If they are that foolish, they would lose the wonderful opportunity of sleeping with the most perfect male body on the planet.  They’d rather sleep with him, than reveal his secret, even for large sums of money.  Just to be safe, he has let his tricks know that if they outed him in the press, he would sue them for slander and extortion.  It would be his word against theirs.  Besides, he’s about to come out, so their leak to the press would be fruitless.

Unlike most athletes, who squander away their fortunes while still in their heydays, Greg has been frugal, and he has invested wisely.  He’s set for life.  He’s madly in love with his stock broker and financial advisor, but Larry Burkhart is married with children, so Greg has kept his feelings reined in.  As often as possible, he arranges to have dinner with Larry, claiming that he is too busy to meet during the day for lunch.  Larry is always glad to oblige him.  Greg’s hope is that Larry will give him an opening one evening, and he might seduce him.  That’s merely wishful thinking.

About a month after that glorious super bowl game, Greg called Larry to invite him to lunch and a business meeting.  He no longer had an excuse to make it a dinner meeting.  Instead of getting Larry, he was put through to the head of the firm.

“I have some awful news for you,” Grant Cooper said.  “Larry has been diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, (ALS), Lou Gehrig’s disease.  He resigned, so that he could spend as much time with his family as possible until…..”  His voice faded out.  “He’s already packed and moved back to San Diego.  It’s Larry’s home town, as well as his wife’s.  Both their families live there.  He’s arranged with a mover to pack up his house and ship everything to California, and he’s arranged with a real estate agent to sell the house.”

Greg’s hand shook as he heard the news.  He knew that he could never make love with Larry, but he loved him.

“How can I reach him?” Greg asked.

“Well, he has the same cell phone number, and I can give you his address when I know it.  In the meantime, I’d like you to meet the young man who will be taking over Larry’s accounts.   Please give him a chance.  He’s the brightest financial advisor I’ve ever hired.  In fact, I think so much of him, I stole him from another company.  He’s only twenty-nine, and a genius when it comes to finance.  We have great expectations for him.   In fact, the staff has begun to call him Pip.”  Then he added, in case Greg didn’t know who Pip was, “Pip’s the main character in Charles Dickens’ novel ‘Great Expectations.’”

“Sure, I’ll meet with him,” Greg said. “No problem.”

“His name is Irwin Brown.  I’ll connect you.”

As Greg waited for Irwin to pick up the phone, he got a picture of someone named Irwin, and he visualized a real Caspar Milquetoast.  It took a while because the boss filled Irwin in on who was calling.  Finally, Greg heard, “Hello, Mr. Taylor.  This is Win Brown.” 

So, Irwin manned himself up by shortening his name, Greg surmised.

After a few obligatory opening remarks, they agreed to call each other by their first names.  Greg found Win’s voice to be slightly effeminate, and his gaydar suspected that he might be gay.  They made a date to have lunch together the next day.  Greg gave Win the name and address of a small restaurant off the beaten path.  Out of past experience, he was trying to avoid the press, which was not necessary anymore.  As a matter of fact, he wanted to be seen going places with men, but old habits die hard.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Win said. 

As soon as he hung up on Win, Greg called Larry.  The two men had a good cry, and before hanging up, Greg said.  “I love you, Larry.  I just wanted you to know that.”

“Did you think I didn’t know?” Larry answered.  “Have a good life, Greg, and God bless you.”

It was the last time the two friends ever spoke to each other.

*****

Win waited for Greg in the lobby of the restaurant.  Of course, he would have no trouble recognizing him.  He jumped up to greet the football hero the moment he walked through the door.  Greg’s perception of an ‘Irwin’ was confirmed.

Win is about 5’9” tall, and weighs no more than 140 pounds.  He’s all skin and bones.  He doesn’t appear to have a muscle anywhere on his body.  Greg could have stuffed him into one of his pant legs and nobody would notice.  He has dark brown hair, and he wears glasses over his deep brown eyes.  The glasses seem to be a pretty strong prescription.  He’s also slightly effeminate in his speech and mannerisms.  Greg knew immediately that Win is definitely gay. 

His firm handshake belied his skinny, nerdy, frame.  Greg was impressed.  All of that notwithstanding, Greg found Win to be very attractive.  A little brawn, and he’d be very handsome. 

When Win first arrived, he asked to be seated in a quiet corner.  The waiter sat them, and took their drink order before they ordered lunch.  They began their conversation, avoiding business matters.

Win asked, “So, Greg, what do you intend on doing to occupy your time now that you’ve retired?”

“I’d love to do some travelling, but as of now, I don’t have anyone in my life I’d care to travel with.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Win said.  Greg could tell that Win wanted to say more, but he left it at that.

“Trust me,” Greg said, “you can believe it.”

While waiting for their meal to be delivered, Win described his investment philosophy.  Like Larry’s, it tended to be very conservative, but he also believed in investing in emerging companies with promise.  None of that was important to either man.  Win was dreaming up scenarios of how he could seduce Greg, and Greg was trying to find a way to learn about Win’s sexual orientation.  He was enjoying chatting with Win so much he surprised himself.  All through lunch their conversation never lagged once.

Finally, Greg said, “You know fella, your good looks are marred by your skinny frame.  Don’t you ever work out, and what kind of diet are you on?  Do you ever eat at all?”

Win looked hurt.  “I have no time to work out, and I’m so busy I usually eat on the run.”

“I work out every day for an hour before dinner,” Greg informed his new financial advisor.  “Why don’t you work out with me, and I’ll put you on a high protein athlete’s diet,” Greg said.  He smiled at Win to let him know that this was not an insult, but genuine interest in his well-being.

“Why are you so concerned about my appearance and my health?” Win asked.

“It should be obvious to you.  Just think about it,” Greg answered.

“If it’s what I think you mean, I’m flattered, excited and I’m all for it.  If I’m guessing wrong, you could very well mutilate me.”

“You’re not wrong, and I would never mutilate you or anyone else.”  Greg smiled, “I tend to get a little rough sometimes, but I would never harm you.”

“That’s acceptable,” Win laughed.

“I have a great idea.” Greg said.  Call your office and tell them that you are spending the afternoon going over my portfolio with me, and won’t be back today.  Then we’ll go shopping for workout clothes for you.  It’s on me.  All my stuff is at the gym.  We’ll get you a locker, and you can leave your new gym clothes there for our next session.  We’ll work out for an hour or so.  After we shower, we’ll go to a nice restaurant for dinner.”

“What happens after dinner?”

“I’m not sure,” Greg said.  “Let’s see how it all plays out.” 

He took Win’s hand in his and squeezed tightly.

“By the way,” Win said, “I can do all my work, and communicate with my clients, totally on line these days.  If you’d like, I wouldn’t mind travelling with you as your companion.  I promise you.  I can pay my own way.”

Greg and Win smiled broadly at each other.  They both knew that a great evening was about to happen.  What they didn’t know is that it would last a lifetime.

*****

At the gym, Greg instructed Win in the use of all the different exercise equipment.  He started Win off easily: fifteen minutes on a slightly inclined treadmill, set at walking speed; fifteen minutes lifting five pound weights; fifteen minutes on a stationary bike; and finally, fifteen minutes on the rowing machine.

Every bone in Win’s body ached.  He feared he could not get through the rest of the evening, and damn, he was so looking forward to it.  He didn’t count on Greg taking care of everything.  He led Win to the massage room, where he had prearranged massages for both of them.  By the time the massages were finished, Win felt like a new man.  He even thanked Greg for introducing him to this exercise regime, and told the big guy how terrific he felt.

“It’ll get harder, but even better in time,” Greg promised.  “I come here every day about 5 PM.  I hope you’ll join me.  If not every day, maybe you can make it three or four days a week.  I’d like that.”

“I’d like that too,” Win mumbled.  He couldn’t believe this handsome hunk of male humanity wanted to be his friend.  He had assumed that their relationship would be as   financial advisor and client, nothing more.

“You did really well, for the first time,” Greg said.  “Now it’s off to the showers.”

Win’s heart rate went up so high he feared he might have a stroke.  Greg, on the other hand, was used to showering with a bunch of naked, hunky men.

“Are you going to give me a preview of what’s going to happen?” Win asked as sexily as he could.

“That wasn’t my intention, but I suppose it’s a necessary by-product of showering together.  Well, not together yet, but in the same shower room.”

It was in that blessed shower that Greg got the shock of his life.  In spite of his skinny stature, Win has a cock just as hefty as Greg’s, and only slightly shorter.  He’s about four and a half inches soft, and he’s cut. 

Win caught Greg giving him the once over.  “It’ll grow to nearly eight inches and get heftier,” Win said.  “You’ll see.  I won’t disappoint.  I guess God took pity on me for giving me such an unattractive body, especially for a gay man, so he blessed me in another way.  Word has gotten around about my assets, and I don’t lack for sex, but like you, I want to turn it into love.”

“By the time I’m through with you, you’ll be able to enter the Mr. America contest, but  please try to slow down a little on the sex activity.”

“Why?”

“Because I want that instrument for myself.  My asshole is as big as the rest of me.  When average sized men fuck me, they can’t feel enough friction to get going, but I suspect we’ll be a perfect match for each other.”

Before they left the gym, Wyn took out a membership.

This time, Greg remembered his resolution to be seen all over town with a man, so for dinner, he took Win to a restaurant which was very popular with celebrities at the moment.  Greg was right on the money.  The entrance swarmed with paparazzi, but not a single one of them suspected that the two diverse men could ever be a couple.

*****

After having a delicious gourmet dinner, they both tried to pay the bill.

“No way, Win said.  “You’re my client.  I can get reimbursed.”  Greg smiled and gave in.

After dinner, when they entered Greg’s apartment, Win gasped.  “Wow,” was all he could manage to say.

The one-bedroom condo was located in a posh high rise, and Greg occupied one of the penthouse apartments.  Of course it had been carefully furnished and staged by an interior decorator to the stars.  Win didn’t like it at all.  He was afraid to sit on anything or touch anything.  The place was not decorated for living, just for looking.

Greg picked up on Win’s negative vibes.

“You don’t like it,” he said.  It was half a statement and half a question.

“Greg,” Win said in an authoritative voice, “I promise always to be honest with you in business and in our private lives.  I gotta ask, when was the last time you threw off your shoes and lounged on your sofa?”

“I haven’t been home much until recently.  I don’t remember ever doing that.  Why did you ask?”

“Look at it.  It’s so heavily brocaded that I’m sure it would chafe your butt if you sat on it, or lounged on it.”

Greg sat on the sofa.  “You’re right,” he said.  He seemed a little surprised.

“I want this to be the best, most relaxing night of our lives,” Win said.   “I’d like to make a suggestion.  I live walking distance from here.  Let’s go to my place.  I promise you, we can feel free to lounge all over the apartment, even in our birthday suits, and you won’t be afraid of dirtying anything.”

“Sure!  Why not?  I’d like to go to your place to make love.  I used to take my tricks to a sleazy out of the way hotel to have sex. This will be a nice change, especially since I would never think of you as a trick.”

Win’s knees buckled when Greg said, “Make love.”

It was early spring, and the air was brisk and invigorating.  Greg remarked that the decision to walk was a good one.  “We can work off some of our dinner, which was loaded with calories and cholesterol, as a matter of fact,” he said.

Greg knew that financial advisors and stock brokers make high salaries.  Win probably does better than most, because he was ‘stolen’ from another company, but his condo apartment more than surprised Greg.  It is larger than his.  It has two bedrooms, and it certainly looks lived in.  The morning paper, which was obviously read, was still lying on the kitchen table.  A comfy throw rug was tossed over the back of a lounge chair which faced the TV.  It is obviously the place where Win relaxes.   The sofa is upholstered in a heavy dark tan cotton fabric, but it is very attractive.  It is also extra-long, and Greg knew instinctively that it had been custom made.  It is long enough that even he could lounge on it.  He was glad they had moved the venue.

Greg wanted to head straight to the bedroom, but Win nixed him.  “Uh, uh,” he said.  “Let’s get naked and smooch a little on the sofa.  I like a little romance before making love.”  He purposely said, “making love,” rather than, “before sex.”

Greg laughed and grabbed Win into his arms.  “It’s obvious,” he said, “that I’m the football player, and you’re the brains of this outfit. You are so right.”

Greg began to strip, and he dropped his clothes haphazardly on the floor.  He saw the look of surprise on Win’s face. 

“Well,” he said, “you told me that I could fully relax in your apartment.  I’m doing it.”

It was Win’s turn to laugh, and he threw his arms around Greg.

When they were naked, they sat on the sofa together, wrapped each other up in their arms, and brought their open lips together.  In spite of all their diversities, their love making was about to begin.  It would be more accurate to say that their lives were about to begin.

They smooched and kissed for a long time.  As their kisses got more and more passionate, one of their hands ran sensuously up and down the other’s back, while their other hand fondled their partner’s cock.

“Now we can go to the bedroom,” Win said.

Greg then did something that Win would never have suspected.  He picked Win up and carried him to the bedroom.

“I feel like Scarlett O’Hara being carried to the bedroom by Rhett Butler,” Win cooed.  “Ravish me, big guy, just like Rhett ravished Scarlett.”

“With pleasure.” Greg said and he laid Win gently on the bed.

“There’s too much height difference between us to play sixty-nine,” Win said.  “Let’s go down on each other separately, but try not to cum.  I want us to fuck each other.”

“Your wish is my command,” Greg said as he buried his face in Win’s crotch.  “You smell so good,” he murmured.  He twisted around, and said, “I’m sure you’re wrong.  We can play sixty-nine.”  They were both slightly uncomfortable, but it worked. and they managed to perform splendidly.”

They both started to cum at the same time, and pulled away from each other.

“Fuck me first,” Win begged.  I want to show you that I’ll have no trouble taking you.”

He opened the top drawer of his bedside table, and handed Greg a box of condoms and a tube of lube.  “I’m sure you know what to do with these,” he advised Greg.

Of course Greg did.  “But not until I do this,” he said. 

Greg began to rim Win’s ass, and the poor guy began to screech with pleasure.  Then he sucked all of Win’s toes.  When that was done, he donned a condom and generously greased Win’s ass, and his own cock.  Before he was satisfied that his cock was greasy enough, he stopped.  He had started to cum, and he had to simmer down.  Finally he began to grease himself again.

“Wrap yourself around me, and fuck me doggie style,” Win begged.

“What you want is what I’ll always give you.”

“Always,” Win thought, “he said always.”  The guy started to cry, but Greg didn’t notice.  He was too busy lining up his cock for his entry.  He was shocked at how easily he went in.  Most men he had fucked had presented him with a challenge.

“I told you, I could take you,” Win bragged.  “Now fuck me hard, and cum inside of me.”

Greg only had to stroke a few times before he felt his groin beginning to burn.  “We were made for each other,” he thought.

He came with such force that the condom broke.  Win could feel his guts filling with Greg’s essence, and he was glad the condom had broken.  Neither man cared or worried about STD’s.

Then Win fucked Greg in the missionary position.  Greg had not felt such satisfaction ever.  Win had the biggest fattest cock that had ever entered him.  Whoever he was with before would enter him and he barely felt them.

When they were finally separated, they wrapped themselves up and held tightly.  It was only 9 PM, and they fell fast asleep.

In the morning, they showered together in the true sense of the word “together.”  They played golden showers, and managed a quickie before drying off.

Greg ran home to change and get ready for the day.  Win dressed and went to work.  He had a perpetual smile on his face, and his co-workers kept asking what was up with him.

That evening, Greg took Win to the trendiest restaurant he knew of.  He reckoned that if the photographers saw him with the same guy twice, they would begin to get the picture.  He even held Win’s hand entering the restaurant.

*****

In the days that followed, Greg began to hear rumors and innuendos.  He smiled to himself when he realized that his plan was working.  One morning, even Win was besieged by photographers, as he left his apartment house to go to work.

Over the next year, Win met Greg at the gym every evening after work, not just occasionally.  He even began to eat Greg’s super healthy diet.  His whole body began to change.  Although he was fully matured, he grew another inch in height.  His chest expanded by five inches, and his vestigial muscles sprang to life.  He traded his eyeglasses for contacts, and that really added nicely to his new image.  Handsome as he was, he would never be as handsome as Greg, but there was no doubt they were a sexy pair, even if they were Mutt and Jeff.

After a year of making love to each other, mostly in Win’s apartment, Greg made an announcement.  “Listen, Nerd,” he said.  “I’m crazy in love with you.  I’ve decided to sell my condo, and move in with you.  I won’t take no for an answer.”

“When have I ever said no to you?” Win asked.  “How soon can you do it?”

“As soon as I hire a crew to pack me up and move me over.”

“Shit!” Win said.  “That long?”  They both roared with laughter.

Greg gathered Win into his arms, and began to hug the breath out of him. 

“Some more good news,” he said.  “I’ve accepted a job with CBS as a sportscaster.”  I’ll be too busy to get into any kind of trouble.  Now you’ll know that I’m not cheating on you while you’re at work, and I’m home idling away the day.  As if I ever would cheat on you, my love.”

They hugged each other even tighter, and kissed more passionately than they ever had before.  Their love grew stronger every day.

Greg thought back to when he wondered what an Irwin looked like, and he smiled.  He had transformed Win into a hunk.  In spite of the vast difference in their heights, they made the perfect couple.  Greg was happy to show Win off wherever they went.  They even vacationed together whenever they could arrange it.  Nobody every exhibited shock.  Most people just smiled at them.

As happy as Greg was to be out of the closet, and free to be himself, Win was happier.  Win’s boss, Grant, was happiest of all.  Greg was not only one of the firm’s wealthiest clients, but many of his football buddies were lured to his firm because of him.  Everyone was prospering, and nothing makes for more happiness than being financially stress free.

Posted: 02/04/2022