Was I Lonely Pt. 01

I retired from the Internal Revenue Service in D.C., then bought a home in Chesapeake, Virginia, as it was close enough to my happy place of Virginia and Carolina beaches, yet rural enough to where I didn't have to deal with a lot of people regularly.
I did 31 years in that organization hated by so many, starting off as a secretary at the office in my backyard of Manhattan, (born and raised in the Brooklyn), buried there and working my ass off the first 17 years while going to school to earn a degree in monetary studies, then getting promoted as lead auditor and finishing the final 14 years of my career in Washington, D.C.
"Congratulations. I wanna divorce," said Laura, my wife of 30 years and the mother of ny two daughters told me the say after my retirement. "Eddie, its time for a change, babe."
She was right as she and I grew apart in our relationship, but there was no hostility in agreeing we'd remain cordial for our girls. The kids took it well, as they'd become wives and mothers themselves and respected our decision, and the next day after sharing the news, we spoke to lawyers and put our home in Arlington up for sale, eventually splitting the profit and just playing out the string until the official day of divorce at court, in which we kissed and hugged one last time, and thanking each other.
"Honey, you know you can always call me if you need anything. You're the mother of our children, a wonderful grandmother, and just good people in general," I told Laura after our final exchange.
15 minutes later, I drove to a storage unit cross town where some of my belongings were, then headed south to Chesapeake to speak with my realtor, and three months after that, I was closing on a brand new, four bedroom, three bath home tucked in the Hickory section of the city.
"A fresh start," I put as a caption in a photo sent to all friends and family of the freshly erected home.
"Eddie when's the last time you changed your oil, " I heard a voice yell.
I was in a euphoric state taking the photo until I heard the question coming from Davey, my young neighbor. I wondered what made him ask the random question and he explained he noticed a smell coming from the truck.
"Eddie, at least every 3,000 to 4,000 miles,my guy," he stated once I gave him his answer.
Davey lived to the left as his home was only six months older than mine. He and I met times prior when I came with my realtor to check out the site, and he'd actually be a reason I made the decision I canlı casino siteleri made for he explained the benefits of the area better than the realtor, and well, he seemed friendly.
"You are retired, so you might have money to burn, but getting an oil change vice locking your energy can save you a ton," he said. "I'll even do it for you."
I had the truck two years and maybe gotten the oil changed once or twice. My negligence couldn't be explained, but I was saved by Davey when he offered to do it for me.
"I'll pay you $200 cash," I told him.
"How about you buy the oil, the filter, and a drip pan, and we have a deal, " he told me. "I change lube oil on ships all the time. This is nothing."
Right then Davey divulged of his career as a Navy mechanic, being an engineer on an aircraft carrier as he hadn't provided the slightest clue he was in the military aside from his sleek, muscular frame.
I let him know that I wasn't in the business of not paying for a service, and we'd settle on him trying out some of my shrimp carbonara.
"You won't get it better anywhere else unless you go to Italy," I mentioned as I'm full blooded Napolitan.
I headed to the auto parts store to get what he needed, as well as to the grocer to grab items for the meal. When I returned he was on his porch with his shirt off, with his smooth, dark chocolate chest with his poked out pectorals and a six pack to die for.
"Damn kid," I said in jealousy as the six foot, 170 to 180 lb. Davey was stacked.
He simply grinned as he accepted my bag, then directed I go in the house while he worked his magic, and so I walked away, and commenced preparing the meal.
I played soft jazz while getting busy in the kitchen, in the middle of making my sauce when I glanced out the side window from my kitchen to see Davey beside the truck as it was jacked upward. I was in awe of this 20-something as he owned his own home, and in this type of neighborhood nonetheless, was smart, and beautiful as i didn't nearly have a body like that at his age 30 plus years prior. I had to break focus on him to finish the sauce, then turn my attention to my infamous breadsticks as I wanted to round out the meal. I finished cooking just as noticed he was, as the truck was no longer lifted. He came into the house and I cut off the music.
"Mr. Eddie, you should be able to go another 3,000 to 4,000 miles with no problem. Just keep an eye on your mileage and let me know, and I'll change slot oyunları it again. She's ready to roll," he said to me.
"Not so fast, Sailor," I told him before he tried to walk off. "Get your ass in this house. Dinner's ready, son."
He tried to rush off and the father in me arose, as I demanded he wash his hands and join me. He claimed he needed a shower, but I refused to let him leave, explaining that the food was hot and that he deserved what was made for his troubles. He came into the dining room after a quick stop in one of the bathrooms to wash up and would sit down to enjoy the recipe of the carbonara that been in my family for a few generations.
"Mannn, oh man," he belted, once he got ahold of the saucy noodles.
I watched him punish a couple bites when it dawned on me to add my favorite chilled wine, as I would grab the bottle from thr refrigerator then pour a couple of glasses prior to a toast.
"Here's to friendship, and new beginnings," I said before he tapped glasses.
He sipped and couldn't stop eating, and would praise and thank me after every third or fourth bite, making me chuckle and extremely happy that he enjoyed the food.
"You licking the fork is all the thanks I need," I told him, as I watched his every detail and somehow became fond of him.
He offered to clean up and I declined, instead making him a large tub to go before he'd dash off. He high fived and hugged me as I felt his hard body and i became "soft" inside, a feeling I never experienced with another man prior. I began cleaning after he left and a feelinf of emptiness oddly enough passed through me, as I felt like I wanted him to stay. I went to lay on the couch after I finished, cutting the music back on with another glass of wine in hand as a lingering thought of Davey stayed on my mind. I thought maybe I was thinking of Davey because I was truly alone for once, no Laura, my girls and their families even further away, and I having no friends native to the new area I was in. Same time, I admired Davey, but not sure to what extent as I liked his personality, as well as his body. I'd end up dozing off on the couch after some deep thinking, waking up three hours after he left with him still on my mind. This was crazy, at the least as I never thought of a man so heavy, and this caused me to text him before getting up to go to bed:
"Hey kiddo. I really apologize for messaging you this late. I want to tell you thank you for being the neighbor you are. slot casino siteleri You really didn't have to do that, I would've gladly paid you for your services. You ever want or need anything, you let me know. Sweet dreams, xoxoxo."
The last part of the message might've been inappropriate, for the "xo" was always designated for Laura or the girls.
"You don't have to thank me at all, Eddie. We're neighbors, and now that you've fed me, we're good friends. The way to a man's heart is always through his stomach, right," he messaged back. "I appreciate the damn good pasta, and understand, the intention is mutual. You ever need anything, you let me know!"
It was then I figured out I needed him back in my home, in any capacity. I got off the couch and headed to the bedroom, stripping naked and jumping into the shower to free myself of the day's funk, drying off after and climbing into bed to watch some hot porn to jerk off to. This night I was eyeing my usual straight video, coming across this one flick where it was a younger blonde female getting impaled by two black guys. Normally I loved seeing a pussy getting stretched, as I would pay special attention to the lips being spread and envisioned me doing it, but this time I zoomed in on the cocks and how each guy used them to inflict pleasure on the young woman. I even paused the video for at one point the guys double penetrated her, and at this moment there was a shift in me, as I was curious as to what it felt like to have another man inside me, and wonder if I would react like she as I could see how wet she'd become. I stroked my little cock feverishly and busted the biggest nut as my mind paused on that thought, shooting cum all over my belly, chest and comforter from being so excited "turning the tables." I'd cut off the video, putting down my phone to get up and clean myself, and shaking my head as I couldn't remember the last time I did that. Was I bicurious? Perhaps, as that was the first time I looked at a video in that nature. I cleaned off and looked over to Davey's to see him exiting the house this late to go for a jog, as now he was wearing nothing but these above-knee shorts and running shoes, as I would see a "bounce" in his crotch. I'd end up taking another shower, and falling asleep after I set up a text message to send around 7 a.m. the next morning to Davey.
"Good morning young man. Hope you have an awesome day and tonight, if you're hungry and have the time, the kitchen will be open as I'm serving my infamous chicken parmigiana. Have a great day."
I'd never cooked so frequent for Laura or my babies.
Was I Lonely? Absolutely.
Or was I just horny? At this old age, and being as curious I was, most definitely.
Maybe Davey could be the cure for both.
To be continued.