My Partner Died and New Lover Cums

Its 1980, I'm 30 years old. I've been living with my partner, Tiny, since his 1974 Halloween party. I am 5 feet six inches tall have a 4 inch cock when hard and weigh 142 pounds. I have black hair and brown eyes. My partner, Tiny, is a high end fabric seller at the Merchandise Mart. When I met him, Tiny was 5 feet 10 inches. He had a 65 inch waist, thick thighs and thinning hair. Over time Tiny's waist expanded to 75 inches and his hair disappeared.

Over time I fell in love with Tiny. He hired me as a clerk in 1975. Since I was spending nearly every night and weekend with him he asked me to move in by summer of 1975. Our sex life was monogamous. Tiny reinforced my submissive nature. I never turned him down and was always ready to suck his wonderful cock and take him deep into my pussy. Tiny was generous to me. He made me a co-tenant with right of survivorship in our apartment. My role in the fabric business expanded from clerk, to sales, to international buyer. In 1978 Tiny added me as a full partner also with right of survivorship.

As our lives became more intertwined I yearned to serve Tiny's every need. I bathed him, cut his toenails, cleaned the apartment and kept our financial books.

"You are my lover and my submissive. Your mouth is a perfect pussy. I love how you worship me as a dedicated cocksucker. Your little cock/clit responds to me and proves your status as a submissive cocksucking faggot. You make my life as satisfying as any big man could wish."

"Tiny, I often wonder how my life would have developed if I had turned down your invitation. I love your body. I love your belly, your curtain, your cock, your balls, your arms and your mouth. Kissing you is as hot today as it was when we first kissed. I'm as aroused by your touching my tits today as my submissive heart felt when you first pinched me. My desire to worship your beautiful balls, your cock head in my mouth is unbounded. Your body is my church and I am your parishioner. Tiny, this conversation is making me lust for you. Please let me kneel before you. Please feed me as I'm thirsty for your love."

"Yes, this conversation makes me hard for your sweet mouth. Take off my pants and underwear. On your knees in prayer before me. Put my head in your head. Lick me. Kiss my shaft. Tongue my balls. Open your mouth pussy for me to fuck. I'm holding your head in the sacrifice position. Serve my needs you cocksucker. I'm fucking your head, faggot. Get ready for me to feed you. Here I cum cocksucker. Swallow the jizz you need to prove your submission."

This was the last conversation we had. In the morning I went to the Mart before Tiny woke up. At around 1:30 two police officers came to the Mart. "How can I help you officers?"

"Do you share an apartment with Charles LeRoi?"

"Yes."

"We have some bad news. Your landlord heard a loud thud in the apartment. When no one answered he entered and found Mr. LeRoi on the floor, unconscious. He tried CPR and called emergency care. They couldn't revive him and pronounced his death. The landlord knew you worked here and asked us to convey the sad news to you."

"Thanks officers. I'll start contacting his relatives and start making the necessary arrangements."

Over the next week I cried as I called Tiny's family. His parents were dead, his uncle hung up on me saying "I hope the homo rots in hell. Let me know if he left me any cash otherwise I don't care what you do with his corpse."

His sister asked me to arrange the burial and funeral and to let her know when to get to Chicago. I know all of Tiny's business clients and most of his friends. I'll spare you the details of the undertakers efforts to upsell the coffin and the funeral. When I had the date and time set I let everyone know about the burial. It was just a graveside funeral with his sister and all of his clients and friends. After the coffin was lowered I invited everyone to the apartment for food and a chance to tell stories about their memories of Tiny.

My mourning and grief was mostly at night in the quiet apartment and empty bed. I managed to keep the business running and to get a lawyer to take care of the estate. (There was a will leaving the business and apartment to me, his investments to his sister and $2.00 to his uncle.)

After Tiny's sister left the apartment his friends and clients all gathered around me and let me tell the story of our relationship. They told stories of Tiny's taste, kindness and is prowess as a catcher on the 16" softball team. Many told stories of Tiny saying how much his life improved when he met me. How I served his desires, took care of his needs and grew his business. It was all very touching and heartfelt.

Finally only Morel was left in the apartment to help me clean up. "You did a great job in these difficult times. If you'd like, I'll take you to dinner at Don Roth's Blackhawk tomorrow so you do not have to eat alone."

"Thanks Morel, that's very kind of you. 7:00 would be fine. I'll meet you there."

I am of two minds about Morel's dinner offer. I did not want anyone to see me crying and I broke down without any warning. However, my submissive nature wanted to keep serving big men. Morel fit this description. He's 6 feet tall and has a 70 inch waist. I knew that the reason he's called Morel is that his cock is like a morel mushroom. His shaft is long and narrow. His cock head is pointy and 2 inches long. My submissive heart yearns for someone to join me in my now empty bed.

When I arrived at Don Roth's Blackhawk Morel had a booth in the back. He'd ordered shrimp cocktails and the "famous spinning salad" for us. I ordered the Lake Superior Whitefish and Morel ordered prime rib. After our waiter took the order Morel slid over next to me.

"I have a confession. I was jealous of Tiny's relationship with you. I wanted what he had with you specifically. Tiny described you in detail. I knew that you loved him. He told me how you served his body and his cock. His descriptions of your cocksucking, your worship and your pussy filled many a stroke session. When I saw you at the funeral and the reception afterwards I knew I had to make my feelings known to you even if you rejected me. I want you in my life, in my arms and in my bed. If you accept my offer, I'll refer several of my fabric suppliers to your business and consider merging my business into yours. What do you think?"

"Morel, I had no idea that you felt this way. I didn't know that Tiny shared so many intimate details of our relationship with you. He must have wanted you to know about me in case something happened to him. This is very sudden and I'm unsure how I feel. Its true that I miss my sexual life with Tiny. I miss laying next to someone his size. Yes, I miss serving his body and his needs. I miss a cock in my mouth and my ass. So your offer is tempting. I am attracted to your size and your nicknamed dick. Let me sleep on your offer and I'll call you tomorrow."

Morel drove me home. When we arrived he walked me to the door, pulled me close and kissed me hard. I melted into his embrace and I got hard. I broke off the kiss and told him to wait for my call.

I dreamed of Morel. He is naked standing in front of me. His belly hides his cock and I'm on my knees in front of him. I see his cock and hold him in my hands. I'm stroking him and my mouth is watering. He grabs my head and rubs his cock across my lips. My mouth opens and I'm nothing but a cocksucker. My mouth changes into a pussy and my uvula becomes a clit. When my dream Morel cums I wake up and know my answer to his offer.

I call Morel that morning and invite him to my apartment at 9:00. I spend the day at the Mart, return home at 6:30. I take a long bath being sure to clean my ass and rectum. I dress in comfortable clothes and no underwear. I put drinks out and try to calm down when the bell rings. I answer and in comes Morel. He's dressed in a tight tee shirt that barely covers his belly. He has sweatpants and no underwear.

"I'm glad you called. Have you accepted my offer?"

"Yes. I'll try us out tonight and if we both enjoy the experience then we can see where this goes."

"Come here my little fairy. I'm hungry to touch you. Stand with your back to me." I stand in from of Morel with my back pressed against his belly. He reaches around me and rubs my tits through my shirt.

"I have dreamed of having you in my arms. I wanted to hold you just like this with you responding to having your tits caressed. Relax into me, I'll hold you up. I know that you want to give yourself to me."

"God, Morel, I'm so horny. I missed the way my heart yearns to be dominated. This is who I am. I want to try submitting to you. Please take me to bed. Please let me see your beautiful body, round and naked. Your morel mushroom is poking into my ass. Please don't tease me any more."

"I'll go into your bedroom and get into bed. You stay out here and get naked. When I call you come crawling into the room like the slut you are."

Morel released me and walked into the bedroom. I heard him strip off his clothes and the bed squeaked as he lay down. I did as he asked and was waiting on all fours for him to call me. When he called I slowly crawled into the room. He body was on the bed with his legs over the edge and his feet on the floor. I crawled up to him staring at his hard cock, it pulsed with his heartbeat. My heart pounded as I crawled up to him. God but I wanted to touch him. His cock filled my vision.

"Morel, here I am just as you demanded. I'm here gazing at you. I see your belly, round and solid. I see your cock and I want nothing more then to serve you, to worship you, I can't help it, this is who I am; a submissive, cocksucking faggot. This is what you want isn't it. Tell me what you want and I'll want it too."

"Tiny was right, you are just a submissive faggot. I want you to worship my cock like you worshiped his. That's it. Kiss my balls, lick them clean. Get your face buried into my sack. Now kiss your way up my shaft. Do you love my cock? Is it hard enough for you? Get me ready to fuck your pussy. I'm as hard as I've ever been, you are a solid cocksucker. Now stand up and bend over the bed."

I did as demanded. My little cock was hard and I reached back to spread open my cheeks. Since my hands were on my ass my head was resting on the bed. "Is this how you want me? I'm open to you. Do you want to fuck me? Please want to fuck me. Please fill me."

Morel got out of bed and walked behind me. He put his belly on my back and placed his cock right on my rosebud. He shifted his weight pressing his cock into me. His cock head is narrow and slowly entered me. "I've dreamed of my taking you, filling you, fucking you. Is this what you want? What you need? Tell me."

"Yes, being filled by you is what I want. Submission to you is what I need. Fuck me slowly. Have you cock reach my heart. Make me yours if you want me to be yours. Let me pleasure you. You feel so right in me, on me, over me. Move at your pace. Push in deeper. Pull me closer. Please fill me with your cum. Please let your desire overtake us both. There. Right there. I'm cumming. Cum in me. I feel your heat filling me. More. Give me all you have. Yes. Seal me to you with your hot sticky cum."

Morel finished in me and walked to the bathroom. I got into bed and caught my breath. Was I too much, too needy? Was he disappointed? Morel came back to bed and lay next to me. He put his arm under my neck and pulled me close. I moved to my left side and rested my right arm on his belly. We kissed for a long time.

Morel said, "If you will have me back I'll care for you the way Tiny did. I'll merge my business with yours and you will be richer then you've imagined."

"Let me sleep on it and we can talk about it in the morning. Right now just hold me, kiss me and let us enjoy feeling close."