Blind Date

He took the first job he could find working as an apprentice electrician. He tried to date women with the same success he'd found in Minnesota.

He'd gone through a period of time where he'd go to gay clubs and go home with a random guy for sex nearly every weekend. He found himself unsatisfied no matter how many men he fucked.

When he was a licensed electrician and financially secure he took the girls' mom back to court. He'd finally got visitation, two weeks every summer here in California and a weekend during the holidays that he'd go back to Minnesota to see them. They were eleven at that point.

They started having regular phone calls every two weeks and he'd grown close to the twins for the first time. He'd been happy with that and hadn't tried to date or hook-up with anyone in all that time since then. He focused on work and his children.

The girls planned on going to nursing school in San Francisco and they wanted to live with him when they did. He'd been ecstatic and had started preparing for them several years before they would be ready to move here for college. He bought a house.

Not even a year ago their mom went to prison for domestic abuse, fraud and several other charges. She was a terrible human in general and it caught up with her and her last boyfriend in a long string of horrible boyfriends.

The girls felt mixed emotions about finally getting to live with their dad, who was loving and stable with a beautiful house and a clean kitchen always full of good food and leaving behind their established life and high school friends a year sooner than planned.

The first few months were a bit rocky but then Eric had met this great guy who'd offered to help him, out of the kindness of his heart. Everything had changed after that.

He'd found himself having feelings he'd never had before. He'd been sexually attracted to men his whole adult life but he'd never dated a man, emotionally and romantically.

He had planned on staying single, especially since the girls were living with him now. He didn't want to mess up the new family dynamic. He didn't want to put the girls through the relationship drama they lived with back in Minnesota. It felt selfish.

But he hadn't been able to help himself. He was falling harder everyday. And once the twins realized, they had encouraged him to go for it instead of the negative reactions he'd expected.

It turned out the girls loved this guy. They loved his family and they loved how he made their dad feel. They told him he seemed genuinely happy for the first time in their lives. It was more selfish to not try. But now he had to figure out what this meant, about him and to him.

He didn't just want sex, he wanted everything, he wanted something real. He'd only ever tried that with women before. And when it inevitably failed he'd seek sexual release with men. The two things never blended. In the last few days he'd realized that was obviously the problem.

He'd feared being this negative idea of gay that he'd been labeled as back in Minnesota. But since being here for the last bunch of years, he knew that was an outdated outlook. He needed to let go of that fear, that stereotype and listen to his heart and listen to his kids. His kids were insightful romantics and impossible to resist. It was futile.

I realized I had tears pouring down my face. Our fingers were twisted together, holding each other's hand so tight my fingertips were starting to feel numb. I still remembered to be careful around his burns.

"Dexter, I think I started to fall in love with you when you handed me that coffee and a pink donut. And I've fallen further in love every day since then." He paused and brushed some tears off my cheeks.

"By the time we had brunch with your sister, I was already completely infatuated with everything about you. I wanted you."

"I wanted you then, too. I tried to deny it but Delilah was already on to me. She was all like "you have a crush on the dad!" and even though I protested, I knew she was right. She always is."

"I'm kind of scared, but not of you, or being with you. I've just never done this. I've never had feelings for a man. What if I suck at this?"

"That's actually a good thing with a man." I couldn't help myself. I started laughing and he looked at me so confused. I saw realization hit him and he started laughing then too.

"You're ridiculous. Oh my god." He was still giggling as he said it. The mood was shifted, the tension broken. We smiled at each other, like googly-eyed teenagers.

"Oh Eric, all I've ever wanted was someone to love me, laugh with me and raise a family with me. You're so fucking perfect I just can't believe it could ever be possible."

"I always wanted someone that was caring and funny and loved my kids as much as I did. I wanted someone to go to concert date nights with and someone to depend on. You stepped up and became that without a second thought about it."

"It's so easy to be there for you and them."

"Dexter, you knocked me off my feet. You are exactly what I need and everything that I want. Imagine my surprise that you were a man and the person I'm more sexually attracted to than anyone I've ever met before."

"Really?"

"Really. I've been dying to kiss you. I want to hold you."

I stood up and tugged on his arm, getting him to stand as well. I pulled him down the hall and into his room. He closed the door behind us. I stopped at the edge of the bed and turned to him.

"I want you to kiss me and hold me all night. I don't need more unless you want it. We can go as fast or as slow as you need as long as you sleep in my arms every night."

"Deal." Before I could sit on the bed, he took my face in his lightly bandaged hands. We looked into each other's eyes. His warm golden eyes held my light blue ones.

"Please kiss me before I die." I begged him.

"Very dramatic." He smirked but he was leaning in.

I couldn't help myself, I met him halfway, our lips connecting softly at first. I heard him moan as his arms came around my waist. The kiss deepened, his tongue slipped between my lips. I sucked him in.

He pulled back slightly. "Let's lay down." I nodded in agreement.

We both quickly stripped down to our underwear and t-shirts and crawled under the blankets. He turned off the lamp and rolled over into me. We quickly found each other's lips and kissed until we were nearly senseless.

At some point we were snuggled together, softly talking about the girls and the near future for us. I drifted off to sleep in Eric's arms, his face buried against my chest. It felt perfect.

In the morning we decided to just be honest with the girls. They knew I'd slept there. They knew we were going to see where things went, but there was no pressure. We told them that they could talk to either of us, or Delilah, if they had any questions or concerns.

As I assumed they would, the girls squealed and hugged us and basically welcomed me to the family, ignoring everything we'd said. Eric and I just smiled at them as they finished up breakfast and headed off to school.

"We're all alone again. What should we do?" Eric wasn't subtle at all and I couldn't help but laugh.

I stepped closer to him and pulled his hips to meet mine. I kissed him deeply and he ground his pelvis against me, proving his attraction to me easily. He felt mine, too.

"Damn, what's going down there?" He looked a little shocked.

"Yeah, you did that to me."

"Can I touch you?" The look in his eyes had turned hot.

"Fuck yes." I blurted out my reply.

His hand ran over the front of my pants. He traced my length with his palm. His eyes got even bigger. I was starting to worry he was afraid. But then he was trying to open my fly.

"Let me do that. Your hands are still healing." I gently pushed his hand away and undid the button and zipper on my jeans.

Even with his fingers bandaged, he quickly had his right hand down my pants. He gripped my erection through my thin underwear.

"Fuck." I hissed out the one word as his strong hand closed around me.

Still gripping me, he looked into my eyes. "Wow. What do you usually do? Top?"

"Yeah, usually." I realized it didn't matter with Eric. I would take him any way he wanted me. I assumed he topped exclusively based on his history. "But I'm flexible about it."

"No, I want you to fuck me. I used to feel ashamed that I desired cock, but I don't feel ashamed any more. I love cock."

He gave me such a funny look that I couldn't help but burst out laughing. He just shook his head at me, blushing furiously and grinning like a fool.

"Oh my god, I love you, Eric. You make me so completely happy." The words spilled out, confessing more than I'd intended. So much for taking it slow.

"I love you too, Dexter." He looked serious all of a sudden. His lips crashed back into mine. "Bedroom, now." He managed to get his words out between our feverish kissing.

I took his right forefinger and thumb in my hand and quickly led him back to his room. He pushed me down onto the bed and helped me pull my pants off.

We were both naked in a few seconds and he was crawling onto the bed giving me the most primal look any man ever had. My stomach flipped and my body strained towards him of its own accord.

His lips met mine as our chests met. We lay back on the bed together, touching each other from head to toe. His body felt scorching hot all along mine.

His muscles were even more incredible than I'd imagined. And I'd imagined them many, many times. His skin was smooth, sprinkled with the perfect amount of hair and untouched by ink or piercings. He looked purely male and it drove me wild.

His smell was intoxicating and the way he kissed me was incredible. I'd never been kissed before, at least that's how it felt after kissing him. He was completely present, which was brand new for me.

We took our time and kissed and caressed for a while. Slowly the touching got more heated and I started to take the lead. I pushed him back into the pillows and kissed my way down his chest, over his stomach and finally, between his legs.

I took his sizable manhood into my mouth and started pleasuring him. He intently watched me and his words were all so sweet and loving, making me want him even more.

"Your touch is incredible, Dex. I love how you love me." His eyes slid closed as he savored the sensations.

"I need you, Eric." I growled the words as I climbed back up to meet his lips again.

"I need you. Please make love to me."

"With pleasure." I found some lube and worked his entrance until he was ready for more.

"That feels so good, my love. Yes, Dexter, touch me just like that." He was breathless.

I watched his handsome face as I stretched him open with my fingers. He looked like he was in heaven, biting his lower lip as he moaned my name. It turned me on in ways I'd never experienced.

I reached for a condom but he stopped me. "I want you raw. You told me you're clean and I haven't been with anyone in six years. Please." He sounded desperate. "I've never had anal without a condom, ever."

"I got tested after I found out Sean wasn't faithful. I've never been without a condom with anyone else." I kissed his neck as I stroked my massive cock, spreading my pre-cum and some lube along the length.

"I trust you and I love you, Dex." He looked vulnerable which I found incredibly beautiful. No one had ever been vulnerable with me and I'd never felt safe like I did right now with Eric in my arms.

"I love you and I trust you with my whole heart." I moved over Eric, spreading his legs, touching his hot hole with my fingers again.

"Take me. I need you!" He begged, driving me beyond my control.

I quickly lined myself up and pushed the head of my swollen shaft against him, finding less resistance than I expected. I pressed into him causing him to make the sexiest sounds I'd ever heard.

I slowly pushed into him, feeling him relax around me, ready to accept more and more.

"Dexter! Oh god, you feel so good, fuck fuck fuck!" He was gasping for breath as he accepted even more of my thickness. It was a joyous sound as he writhed in pleasure beneath me.

"Jesus, Eric, you're so fucking gorgeous. Look at you! Damn, you feel amazing. So fucking good." I'd never experienced pleasure so fully.

"I want everything, please, give it to me." His pleas made my blood pound even harder through my veins, pooling in my giant hard-on, nearly fully buried inside Eric now.

I pushed forward the final inch and half until my shaft disappeared completely. Eric's head fell back and the sound that he made was more primal growl than anything else.

His eyes met mine, glassy with his pleasure and need. Before he could get his words out, I answered his unspoken request. I pulled out several inches and pushed back in. I slowly worked up to pulling my whole length out, leaving just my bulbous head within his tight hole.

My long strokes got faster and I felt Eric's heels digging into my glutes as he tried to take more and more. His cries got louder and less coherent as I plunged in and out of him.

My own pleasure was building to a blinding peak and I couldn't stop myself from fucking Eric wildly, faster and harder. His continued affirmative shouts of pleasure assured me he was enjoying it as much as I was.

"I'm going to cum!" He barely had the words out before I gripped his throbbing cock and pumped it twice, causing him to explode in my hand. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" His hips went rigid and he pushed up off the bed as his body released his massive climax.

His ass squeezed my cock so hard as he came, I thought I would pass out for a second. It was the most incredible thing I'd ever felt. Watching him cum, making him cum, made me happier than anything I'd ever known.

He flopped back onto the bed, his eyes opening to look at me in wonder as my body slammed into him still.

"Cum for me Dex. Breed me. Claim me." He sounded so needy I swore under breath and doubled my efforts between his legs.

I was grunting like a wild beast as I furiously pounded into him. Sweat ran down my temples and chest. I heard him urging me on but I couldn't hear the words clearly any more.

The friction was nearly unbearable, the pleasure indescribable. I felt my balls clench as the feeling finally overwhelmed me. I screamed as my body started pumping out my orgasm. I pulled Eric up into my arms and kissed him as my body emptied itself inside him.

We were wrapped in each other, covered in sweat, kissing between struggling breaths. We both grasped for as much of each other as possible. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt. It was a passion and love I didn't believe existed anywhere outside my imagination.

"That got loud." It was the first thing he said as we neared normal heart rates again.

Still in each other's arms, I laughed at his observation and kissed his forehead. "Sorry about that."

"No, it was amazing. Besides, I was just as loud as you. I was just thinking about how we'd do this when the girls are home."

I giggled again. I loved his train of thought. It spoke to his sweet, loving nature to me. "We'll have to figure it out, because I need to go to work tomorrow while they're at school, so......."

"So when you come back here, they'll be here for the rest of the night. And the whole weekend."

"Exactly. So I guess we can get loud and crazy when they're gone, but we'll have to try something different the rest of the time."

"You don't mind? Working around the twins?"

"Of course not. I love everything about this." It was true. I'd even fantasized about sneaking around with my husband while our kids slept or watched a movie. I always wanted this passionate love mixed with an equally wonderful domestic family life.

"Good, because I'm going to want you all the time, whether they're here or not." Eric looked earnest as he stared into my eyes.

"That's exactly what I want, too. You're exactly what I want Eric. I'm completely crazy about you and your kids."

A few months later the girls finished their junior year. The four of us went to Minnesota for a long weekend so the twins could visit their mom and some of their old friends.

From there we went to New York for a week, sightseeing as a family. None of us had been anywhere, so it was even more fun to experience it with them.

Once we returned home we talked to the girls about me officially moving in, permanently. They both couldn't believe I hadn't moved in already. They wanted me there.

Eric and I had been a bit cautious. I was there most of the time, but I didn't live there yet. We'd both thought the girls had been through enough changes in the past year already.

As usual, they were more adaptable than we expected, which at this point we should have expected. They seemed to be a few steps ahead of us most of the time.

A year later Carrie and Paulette graduated high school, with excellent grades and nursing school all lined up for the fall.

At their graduation party, Delilah attended with her platonic monogamous life partner, Stef. They were living together in aro/ace bliss.

Eric and I had found a few issues and struggles early on, but we loved each other so deeply, we always found a way to fix it or get over it.

I still saw my therapist once a week to deal with my childhood trauma. Delilah usually came along every other session, as her work schedule permitted. She found she needed it nearly as much as I did.

The twins and Eric came along a few times and Paulette decided she wanted to see a therapist for a while. Carrie was curious, but she didn't feel the need to seek therapy right then. We trusted them to make good decisions.

The main crowd of party goers left in the early evening and the six of us family members, now including Stef, had a big Japanese feast delivered as requested by the graduates.

Carrie caught my eye as dinner wound down. I nodded and she tapped Paulette under the table. Delilah and Eric looked suspicious immediately, but Stef was still unaware of the twin-twin undercurrent that ran through our every action.

Eric had the advantage of being a father of twins as well as the partner of a twin, so he couldn't easily be fooled most of the time.

The girls and I started clearing the table while Eric and my sister led Stef into the living room where we were going to open some graduation gifts.

We all gathered around as Eric and I gave the girls a few small gifts. Delilah got them gift cards and planned a trip to take them shopping in Los Angeles over the summer for new school clothes.

Everyone was happy and looking forward to everything in the future. Eric finally pulled out one last gift.

"This is from Dex and I and it's for both of you." He handed the box to Paulette who put it between her and Carrie to open together. Carrie saw inside first and screamed.

"Dad! Dex! Oh my god, really?"

By now Paulette was pulling the present out of the small box. There were two similar keychains with keys and fobs on them.

"No way!" Paulette looked at the keys with a "P" on the keyring and handed the "C" ring to her twin.

"It's in the garage." Eric said as they both stared at us with their mouths hanging open.

The girls jumped up and ran through the house to the garage. Inside they found a three year old Toyota RAV4 in a bright blue color that they both liked. There was much screaming and jumping up and down.

"C'mon ladies, we're going to have dessert and then you can go for a ride." I herded the family back into the living room for the twins' favorite Ghirardelli chocolate cheesecake from a restaurant near the wharf.

Eric and I served up the six desserts and sat with the family. I excused myself to use the restroom. I went into our room and quickly changed into the suit I'd bought for the occasion.

All dressed up, I returned to the living room. Everyone's head snapped around to see me in my finery. I approached Eric and took his hand, pulling him up to stand with me.