Bereaved Husband
By: Little Dan
(Copyright 2004 by the author)


The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent.

Which I am saddened to say can no longer be obtained! (Effective August 14th 2007)



I had been living next door to the Kegans for almost four years, and we had become best friends. I don't think I've ever seen a couple as much in love as Duke and Doris. I was so jealous of their relationship. It was the kind of thing I wanted for myself, but never seemed to find. Maybe I was incapable of love.

I had dates, of course, but they never seemed to go anywhere. And some of them were very pretty girls. But I never felt anything. If I kissed them it was more out of a sense of duty, than emotion. I would take them home, and then drive back to my own house, sad and lonely.

It was so wonderful to see Duke and Doris together. The fun, the joking, the companionship. They had no children and made each other the only important thing in their lives. I felt honored to be in their company, and I was glad to be able to offer Doris my companionship during the long hours that Duke was at work.

They were an attractive couple. Duke was a big handsome guy about forty years old. He was big-boned and athletic looking. He had been a college football jock and was dripping with testosterone. I had to raise my head a little to look at his thick, glossy black hair, and those unbelievable blue blue eyes. His features were clean and even and he was always immaculately shaved and dressed.

Doris and he had been in the same class in college, and she had been the school's leading actress, appearing in all the school plays. She had long flowing blonde hair, and also had blue eyes, though not as intense a shade as Duke's eyes. Everybody thought she would end up in Hollywood starring in motion pictures, but then she met the football hero, and that was that.

You would always see them holding hands when they walked down the street together, which I found so romantic. I would lag back a step or two just to watch them together, and Duke would turn around and laugh, "Get a move on, Jack. You're such a slowpoke." And then Doris would laugh. And then even I would laugh and take a few quick steps to catch up.

Duke had his own construction company, and he was doing very well, which of course left Doris all alone during the day, and I know she was glad to have my company. How often she would walk across the lawn and ring my doorbell. "Come on, Jack," she would say. "Let's go down to the stores and see what's on sale." And I would always go with her. I was a wallpaper designer and worked at home, so my time was pretty free. I could do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

We had such fun on those trips, and Doris always picked up a few knick knacks for the house, most of which she didn't need. I was always worried that Duke would think I was trying to make time with Doris, but that was ridiculous. She could never have been interested in a little guy like me when she had that big handsome gentle brute. I was even an inch shorter than Doris, who was eight inches shorter than Duke. I had neat brown hair, smooth skin, green eyes, and though I thought I was nice looking, I was far from being the handsome hulk she was married to.

Actually I was more Doris' friend than Duke's, though I know he like me too.

Doris and I had so much in common. We both loved music. We both loved the movies. We loved to go shopping. We watched soap operas together. Duke was the alpha male. He like watching football games, baseball games, basketball, golf, tennis, the Olympics. I had never been athletic, and in high school the other kids would make fun of me. When we played baseball, they would put me out in right field where I could do the least harm, because no balls ever went into right field. After a while I would get bored and sit down on the grass looking for four leaf clovers while the game continued. A real loser. Nobody wanted me on their team.

But even though we had nothing in common, I knew that Duke liked me, and treated me almost like a kid brother. And that's exactly the way I felt about him.

As if he were my great big brother, my protector, my role model. And he was twelve years older than I. He was forty and I was only twenty-eight.

And then we found out that Doris was ill. She hadn't been feeling well, and our shopping trips were getting fewer and fewer. Finally Duke insisted that she see a doctor, and after all the tests, the news was not good. Doris had a terminal illness. Duke was devastated. He took as much time off from work as possible, and when he couldn't be there, I stayed with her. Finally Doris went into the hospital, and in three days it was all over.

I sat in the waiting room, while the Doctors took Duke into another room to tell him what had happened, and offer their condolences. When Duke reappeared at the waiting room door he was crying, and I knew right away. I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around him, and let him sob into my neck.

"Oh, my poor Doris. My poor beautiful Doris," He sobbed, and I was crying too.

Finally we got control of ourselves and drove home in silence. It was Duke's car, but I drove. He just was in no condition to drive.

I helped Duke with the funeral arrangements, and so did his two sisters, Ethel and Evelyn. He called Doris' parents in Florida where they were now living. And there were tears on both ends of the line. Doris' parents were making arrangements to fly right up for the funeral.

It was a small funeral. Duke and Doris hadn't been that social. They were too wrapped up in each other. The family sat in the front and I sat towards the back where I could hold my handkerchief to the tears dripping down my face without everyone seeing me.

Doris' parents stayed with Duke for three or four days and then flew back down to Florida, and Duke was alone. All alone. My heart was breaking for him. This was the rest of his life. Where could you find another Doris? I looked out the window and watched him leave for work in the morning. And I thought to myself,

"I can't let him come home to an empty house. I can't."

I drove over to the supermarket and picked up some steak and some potatoes to bake, and I bought corn on the cob. Doris had given me their key to water the plants when they went on vacation one time, and then insisted that I keep it "in case we get locked out," she had laughed. When I drove home, instead of going into my own house, I went into Doris'. I spent the day watching game shows and soap operas on television, and then around five o'clock I went into the kitchen and started to prepare dinner for Duke and me.

Duke got home around half past five, and when he opened the front door, I was standing right there. I had heard the car pulling into the attached garage.

"Hello," he laughed in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm cooking you dinner," I answered.

"That's so nice. But you didn't have to do that. I could have opened a can."

"That's exactly what I was afraid of," I said. "I have to make sure you eat properly and keep up your strength. It's what Doris would have wanted," I added.

He hung his head and nodded. "Well, thank you so much. You're such a good guy." He walked over and patted me on the shoulder.

"Now you just sit here while I get everything ready," I ordered, and marched back to the kitchen. The potatoes were baking. I put the steak under the broiler and began to boil water for the corn. Meanwhile I set the table with dishes, glasses, silverware, napkins, as I shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room.

"You need any help in there?" Duke called from the living room.

"No, you just sit there. I'm doing fine," I called back. "Everything's almost ready."

I put the food on the dining room table and called Duke in to dinner. As we were eating, he nodded. "This is really great. Delicious."

"Thanks, Duke," I said. I loved feeling appreciated.

After dinner, I washed the dishes and joined Duke in front of the television in the living room. He was watching football, and as we sat he began explaining the game to me. I knew that this is what he and Doris used to do every evening, and I felt I was really helping him by being there.

Around eleven o'clock, I decided it was time to go home. We shook hands and I went back across the lawn to my own house. He thanked me again. And I said. "Don't be silly. I enjoyed it too." And I had. Even the football. That big guy was so cute sitting on the floor in front of the TV cheering for his team. When I got back home I went upstairs, took a shower and got ready for bed. And I slept well, feeling I had done something good.

It had been such a nice evening, that I did the same thing the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. If I was company for Duke, he was company for me. We actually started palling around together. We went to football games, and basketball games, and I was actually starting to like them. I made Duke's teams my teams. And we cheered together.

The only thing was that I was falling in love. I was lying in bed one night trying not very successfully to fall asleep and it hit me. I was in love with Duke, which was ridiculous and impossible. I had wanted to fall in love my whole life long, and now I had. With another man.

I continued to hang around with him, to eat with him, to go to games. It's just that now, every time I looked at him, I wanted to hold him, to hug him, and I felt like crying all the time. I knew that I should stop coming over, but I just couldn't." And besides," I rationalized, "he needs me." What would he do without me? If I weren't there he'd be all alone. I had to be with him, for Doris' sake.

I had tried suggesting to Duke that he should start dating, that he should try to meet someone, but he just looked at me as if I were crazy. We both knew there could never be another Doris and he wouldn't settle for less.

One day we decided to go hiking in the woods. It was a perfect day, warm but not hot, and the air was crystal clean and dry. We were both wearing blue jeans, casual shirts, and, of course, hiking boots. Duke looked so damned handsome. I couldn't bear to look at him. I was glad that he was behind me on the narrow path, so I didn't have to keep staring at those long legs, and his full round mounds, which suddenly seemed so sensual to me.

Suddenly down the path I saw a red squirrel with its little paws folded around an acorn, chewing and chewing. So busy eating that he wasn't paying attention to our approach. It was so cute. "Look, Duke," I whispered. "See the squirrel?" He came up behind me and peered over my shoulder.

"Where?" he asked.

"Over there," I pointed.

His eyes followed my hand. "Oh, I see," he said. "Cute little guy."

"Yes," I affirmed.

Suddenly I became aware of how close he was. His whole body was pressed against my back, as his head peered over my shoulder. His large hands were even gripping my shoulders. I could feel his whole frame touching mine, and if I had turned my head to the right slightly we might have ended up kissing. So I made certain to keep facing the squirrel. And then, near the top of the division between my buttocks, I could feel his penis. Inside his jeans I could feel his penis. He was taller than I so it was high up on my behind. I didn't move. He didn't move. And the penis seemed to be getting harder and stiffer. Was he almost pressing it against my backside?

Suddenly he stepped back. I turned to smile at him and saw his face was a little red. Probably he had just realized that he was poking my backside and was a little embarrassed.

"Let's keep going," he suggested.

"Right," I said. And we went on hiking.

As evening was approaching we drove back and went into his house, where I rustled up some dinner for the two of us. I was becoming aware that he was staring at me. Every time I moved, his eyes would follow my rear end, and I was becoming a little uncomfortable.

When I finished the dishes, I joined him in the living room. He was sitting on the sofa and when I came in, he patted the pillow next to him, telling me to sit down.

"You don't know how much I appreciate what you've been doing for me," Duke said.

"Don't be silly," I said. "I've been doing just what I wanted to do. If I weren't here with you having a great time, I'd be sitting home alone and that wouldn't be much fun."

"No. It's no fun to be alone," he said. "Stop me if I say anything embarrassing, but we're both guys here and I feel close enough to you to confide in you."

"Of course. Go ahead."

"It's been quite a while now since Doris died, and she was sick for a good period of time before that. What I'm trying to say is that I haven't gotten laid in a very long time, and I am getting sooooo horny."

I looked down at his lap and noticed he was getting an erection, but I just concentrated on his face. "Believe me. I understand." I reassured him.

"Maybe I should go to a prostitute," he wondered.

"It might solve your problem," I said.

"I don't know." He shook his head. "The whole idea is so unappealing to me"

"I feel so bad for you, Duke," I said. And then I started to cry a little thinking of him and Doris. What he had and would never have again.

"Come on now," he said, patting my back and putting his arm around my shoulder, hugging me to him. He was comforting me. "You're such a good friend," he said. He squeezed me a little more. I looked into his eyes, and then he looked into mine, and he bent slightly forward and gave me a small kiss on the lips. I sat there motionless, hoping something more would happen. I guess when he saw I wasn't going to freak out, and that I had obviously liked being kissed, he bent forward again, and gave me another kiss. But this one wasn't quick. It started out on the lips, and then slowly his mouth opened and his tongue snaked out and began licking my lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue crawled inside, licking my tongue, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and I was starting to suck on his delicious tongue, and I was moaning. My arms went around him and I clutched him to me. I looked down and noted his erection.

The hand which had been around my shoulders now started drifting down my back until it reached the cheeks I was sitting on. He was patting them, rubbing them. And it was wonderful. I knew that I had an erection too, but his was the one that interested me. I gently placed my hand in his lap and began caressing his large stiff organ through the cloth of his jeans. I had never been so excited in my life. My god. Did I want to see that thing! To touch it! To taste it!

"Why don't we go up to the bedroom," he suggested. He stood up and took my hand, leading me upstairs into the master bedroom, where the queen size bed was. The bed that he and Doris had shared for so many years. He planted his tall body directly in front of me and began to unbutton my shirt. Then he lifted my undershirt up, off my arms and over my head. I stood there passively as he prepared me. Now he was unbuttoning and unzipping my blue jeans. He sat me down on the edge of the bed to take my shoes and socks off, and to pull the pants from my legs. Finally he made me sit up a little so that he could slip my white jockeys from under my bottom, then down my legs and off. I was naked in front of Duke. He stood there looking at me as he started to remove his own clothing.

Finally he pushed me over on the bed and lay down next to me. We both lay staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, not saying anything. Then he edged me onto my side facing him and began nuzzling at my mouth again. I threw my arms around his back, stretching my mouth open for access. His large right hand reached around my back and began to gently caress my ass cheeks. He was really turned on by my behind, and that thought made me excited. I got a little stiffer thinking about Duke in relation to my ass.

Duke himself had a thick iron-hard fire poker in front of him. He took my hand and wrapped it around his poker, and I gently massaged it, feeling it get thicker and thicker. His flesh down there was incredibly hot. His poker. What was it going to poke? I tried not to let my mind get ahead of me.

Duke's hand was running through my hair now, letting the strands fall around his large fingers. Then I felt as if that hand were putting some pressure on top of my head, pushing it away from his face, and pushing it down along his body till it got to his crotch and I was face to face with the thick iron fire poker, which was in reality an imposing tower of male flesh.

"Suck on it for me, sweetheart," he whispered.

I had never done such a thing before, but how could I resist the word `sweetheart'? I totally melted inside when he called me that. I tentatively took the instrument in my hand and bent it forward to touch my lips. He groaned. I continued rubbing my lips on the large head. Then throwing caution to the wind, I stuck my tongue out and began licking it with gusto.

"Take it in your mouth, sweetheart," he urged.

So of course I immediately enmouthed it. It was wonderful, I felt like a baby sucking on a very large nipple waiting for my reward, the sweet milk to come. He moaned. I moaned. It was been everything I'd been dreaming of my whole life, not even knowing what I had been dreaming of. Duke's pulsating dick in my mouth, stretching now to the back of my throat, and his hands pressing the back of my head, as he was feeding it to me, making me swallow it, even though I was coughing and choking and dribbling. It went back and back until it hit the very back of my throat with each forward thrust. Oh my God. Oh my God. My darling Duke My own darling Duke. I had my Duke's cock in my mouth, slamming my tender throat.

"Oh, sweetheart," He moaned again and kept pounding. Then he kind of eased off and slowly took his sweet penis from my mouth.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously. I wondered what I had done.

"Nothing's wrong, sweetness. It's just that there are other things I'd like to try."

"Oh," I said.

We lay side by side on the bed again, and he cuddled my small body in his large arms, kissing my face. "I wish I could do for you what you just did for me. But I can't. I just can't. I hope you don't mind that." He apologized.

"Don't be silly. I don't mind that at all. I wouldn't even want you to do that to me. My happiness is to give you pleasure. That's all I want, believe me." He kissed my lips again. And then it became another long wet affair again.

As he lifted his lips from mine, he whispered, "I wanna be inside you. Is that okay?"

Of course it was okay and I said so. His hand began massaging my round firm little ass cheeks, and one finger strayed into the crack and began to massage my virgin pucker. It was so tight. He was having trouble trying to work his finger inside, so he spit on it and tried again. This time it penetrated.

"Oh, it's so hot and tight in there," he breathed. "I can almost imagine what it's gonna feel like when its wrapped around my big gun. It's gonna make my gun wanna shoot real quick. Isn't it, sweetheart?"

"Yes, honey," I answered. "I want your gun in my tight little holster. Please put your gun in my holster before you let it go off."

He raised my face to his and asked a question. "Have you ever had a gun in your holster before, sweetheart?"

"I never have," I answered truthfully.

"Then we had best get something to help." He got off the bed and walked to the master bathroom across the room. He came out with a large tube of lubricant.

He kneeled on the bed next to me and made me turn onto my stomach. Slowly he began feeding his fingers and the gel into my behind, making it looser and wider. Twisting his fingers around to let the muscle get used to width and girth.

Preparing my hiney for something very big.

Finally he crawled on top of me and began to ease his stiff thick rope through my tiny needle hole. It didn't happen easily. He kept having to take it out and put more goo on it. Then he'd put it back inside me, this time a little deeper. It took a while till the whole length of it glided in and I could feel his balls on my ass cheeks. As he worked it into me, I delighted in the slight scratchiness of his pubic air on my behind. And then he took it out again. Just when it was starting to feel so good.

"Turn around, sweetheart," he said. "I wanna look at you while I'm fucking you. Is that okay?"

"That is very okay," I answered. I turned over, and now lying on my back, let him crawl between my outstretched legs and raise them over his shoulders, lifting me so that the entrance into my body was pointing upwards and towards him. He relubricated once more and pressed his rigid dick into the opening which gladly now gave way, and allowed him full entry deep into my bowels. He eased my legs off of his shoulders and they were flapping on each side of his own.

"Wrap your legs around my butt, sweetheart. Fold your heels. Put your hands on my butt and pull me into you."

"Yes," I said. I wrapped my legs around his strong gluteal muscles and imprisoned him inside me. As he began to fuck me I clutched his ass cheeks and pulled him as deeply into me as he could get on each downstroke. I was grinding my own ass cheeks against his abdominal muscles. It was a delicious hot fuck. I had never known anything like this before.

"I'm loving this," said Duke.

"I'm loving it more," I almost screamed, as all those sensations were bombarding me. "Oh, Duke. I wish this never had to end."

"It won't ever end, sweetheart. We're gonna be doing this all the time now, if you don't mind."

"Oh, God. I don't mind. Just keep giving it to me like this. My beautiful lover. My handsome lover. I love you. I love you."

Duke didn't say he loved me. He just shut my mouth with another breathtaking kiss, as he kept stroking my sucking internal tunnel with his fleshy armament. And then he was going crazy on top of me, banging and pounding, and making breathy noises. "I'm gonna shoot," he yelled. "I gonna shoot my load into your hot little ass. Here it comes. Here it comes," I felt his dick enlarging and exploding deep within me and the warm gushes of spunk were bathing my passages, relaxing them as though it were a narcotic bath. We held each other, both of us trying to catch our breath after the fantastic mind-blowing exertion of our physical union. "Oh, Duke. Oh, Duke." I kept repeating. I was starting to cry.

"Sshhh, now. Ssshh," he said, stroking my body tenderly. "Everything's just fine. That was so beautiful, sweetheart. You don't know how happy you've made me."

"I love you, Duke," I said again.

"And I love you, little Jack, sweetheart."

"You do?" I asked. I didn't see how he could really love me. I needed assurance. "You really love me?"

"A lot. Why I just want to hold you and kiss you and fuck you all over the place."

We started kissing again.

As the days moved forward life continued almost as before. I kept my own house next door, but would come over every afternoon to make dinner for my man while he was at work. After dinner we'd usually watch a game on TV before heading upstairs to our warm bed. And Duke was true to his word. It was never going to end. He fucked me constantly, tirelessly, for long periods of time and then after he came he'd take only a short rest before fucking me again. I never dreamed that I would ever find this kind of happiness in my life. Before the days had always dragged by, and now as they were flying by so quickly, I wanted time to stand still. Stand still at the exact moment Duke's big cock was plundering my hole.

How could such a wonderful thing have happened to me? One night as Duke was lying on top of me, fucking like mad, I looked up at the ceiling, above the ceiling, into the sky, through the sky where Doris must be, and way up there somewhere, I knew she was smiling.


Posted: 11/16/07