February
“I am so sore,” George said rubbing his pectoral muscles. I started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“It reminded me of an old joke. You see Thor, the god of thunder, had come to visit New York City and met this little queen in the East Village. The queen says to the god of thunder, “what’s your name?” and he responds, “I’m Thor!” The queen puts his hand on his hip and answers back, ”You think you’re Thor. I’m tho Thor I can hardly thit!” I burst out laughing. George started to laugh though it made him hurt too much, and that made me laugh even more.
We had been working out harder than usual in the past few weeks. I also began to cook more at home. In fact, I was cooking for George and his family several nights a week. Bella was not feeling well. I grilled chicken breasts and served them with brown rice and broccoli. I made a cheese sauce for the boys to pour over their greens. We ate fish, turkey, and once in a while, I fixed red meat. Like Ed, George had to have his red meat. It must have been a Cuban thing. We ate tons of vegetables, either grilled, steamed, or roasted in the oven with olive oil and spices. We drank alcohol on special occaisions. I began taking a small cooler to work filled with left overs to eat throughout the day. I drank a gallon of water a day. The change in my physique was noticeable to everyone.
“George, where are your parents?” I asked one afternoon while we were running on the beach.
“Why do you ask?” he questioned.
“Well,” I started. “You know all about me and my family. I see Bella’s mother all the time. You never seem to talk about them.”
“Not much to talk about, really. My mom and dad split up when I was very little. I lived with my mother until I was fifteen. She said I was uncontrollable and sent me to live with my father in St. Pete. That didn’t last very long.” I didn’t press him, just let him vent his feelings.
“Why was that?” I asked.
“We butted heads all the time. I was angry and he was lazy. When I was sixteen, I moved out. I have been on my own ever since. I showed them I could take care of myself. I didn’t need them.”
“Where are they now?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” he said with finality.
“Have they ever tried to get in touch with you?” I asked.
“Yeah, once my mother found our phone number and called right after Bella gave birth to Juan. Bella didn’t know who she was. I told her my parents were dead.”
“Dead? George why did you do that?”
“I didn’t want anything to do with them. Why would they come looking for me? They didn’t care about me when I was young.”
“You don’t think so?” I hope I wasn’t being too nosy.
“I know so. When I walked out of my father’s house, he said in no uncertain terms that he was glad that I was out of his life.”
“George,” I started, “I’m sorry.”
“There’s no need to be sorry,” he said looking at me. “I can pick my family now, and I have you.”
“And Bella.”
“And Bella,” he smiled.
“And the boys,” I added.
“Yes, and the boys,” he sighed.
“Come on, cry baby, I’ll race you home,” I said as I started to run as fast as I could.
“You’re on, old man,” he said. We were laughing and running wildly. If someone had seen us, they would have thought that we were crazy.
It had been a long time since I’d gone shopping for St. Valentine’s Day presents. Juan and Aaron were easy to buy for; all I needed was chocolate and lots of it. When it came to George and Bella, I wanted to be somewhat naughty, so I went to the sex shop next to the strip joint in Hollywood. I am no prude but walking into the sex shop, I was slightly embarrassed. Okay, a whole lot embarrassed. I took a deep breath and walked in.
It was a large warehouse filled with all types of clothes, toys, DVDs, lotions, and potions. It took me a while to explore the aisles of fetish wear, but soon I became comfortable enough to have a good time.
I stopped at the selection of leather clothing and accessories. I picked up a studded black leather jock strap thinking how great George would look wearing it. What would Bella think of that? I placed it back on the rack. I saw exactly what I was looking for, a red satin thong. It was silly. George would turn as red as the thong, and Bella would laugh until she snorted. I also knew that later in the night after the boys were in bed, George would slip it on, and he would think how hot he looked in it. Bella would agree, and I know I would.
Bella, on the other hand, required something slightly more sophisticated, edible body powder perhaps. I knew that crotch less panties were out as well as mink lined hand cuffs. I strolled through the women’s clothing when something caught my eye; a black fishnet, sleeveless hoodie. I examined it. No way would she wear something so revealing. I looked around to make sure no one was watching me, and I slowly walked over to the adult toy area. My face became hot, and I knew that I was blushing just being around all that latex. Vibrators in many different colors and dildos of all shapes and sizes. I picked up one called, ”The Big Dong.” It was the size of my arm. I scanned the section of nipple clamps, cock rings, butt plugs and ball stretchers. Nipple clamps maybe but ball stretchers? I thought to myself, who in their right mind would need those? Just wait a few years guys, when you are fifty or so, and they would do that on their own. Thank God for tighty-whities, I laughed. I had begun to perspire. Maybe I was a prude after all, for I gave up the idea that Bella needed something naughty as I left the store. Before exiting, however, I returned to the leather area and purchased the jockstrap for myself.
Once George and I were taken care of, I was off to Williams Sonoma to buy something for Bella that I knew she would like. The store was showcasing heart shaped kitchen utensils for the holiday. I chose a red heart cutting board and pancake turner. I would let George buy something sexy for her. For me being practical was the better option. Sue me, I’m a Virgo.
Bella had set up the dining room with red and pink balloons as well as red hearts. In the middle of the table were two heart shaped cakes, one pink the other blue.
“Bella, are you trying to tell me something?” I asked when I walked into the room. I kissed her on the cheek, then placed my gifts on the table.
“Chick, I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said smiling. “Champagne?” She held up the bottle.
“Sure. Where’s George?” I asked.
“Changing. Guess what he’s wearing?”
“Don’t tell me that Hawaiian shirt,” I said with a grimice.
“Yup,” she said. “He’s had it on since this morning. I wish that it wasn’t a holiday, so I didn’t have to look at that horrible thing all day.”
Goerge as on cue walked into the dining room. “What?” he asked looking from Bella to me then back to Bella. I began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” George asked.
“Oh, nothing honey,” Bella giggled. “We were just discussing your wardrobe.”
“What’s wrong with it?” George asked twirling aroud so we could see it from every angle.
“Don’t get me started.”
George was grilling chicken drumsticks and thighs. He prepared a luscious green salad with hearts of palm and white rice. We had eaten our dinner and the gifts had been opened. George didn’t wait until later to try on my gift. He came back into the dining room clad only in the red thong and sandals. He was stunning. His broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist. The cheeks of his ass were hard and firm. The front of his thong was filled to the max. I took a large gulp from my champagne. The boys, Juan and Aaron, thought it was the funniest thing they had ever seen and laughed until they almost wet themselves. “Oh my!” was all I could say.
“Cake anyone?” Bella said in the nick of time.
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