Stef's Story Pt. 01

Stef's Story - Part One

Parker passed me in the hallway and said, "You're going to trivia tonight." I knew that that was a command rather than an invitation. Ever since we met during one of the required teacher education classes back in college, I had become accustomed to Parker's no nonsense way of talking to, or more accurately, at people.

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I still remember the day she looked me up and down at Starbucks after class and declared, "You need a boyfriend, Stef."

I almost choked while sipping my latte, but managed to come back with, "You're all the man I can handle right now sweetie."

She was unphased by my reply, grabbed my arm and said, "Come on."

That's how we ended up going to IMRU, one of the gay bars in town. Parker wound up dancing with the only other girl in the place while I watched a few guys playing pool. A thirty-something dude with a goatee was running the table with the kind of swagger and confidence of someone who knew what he was doing. He glanced at me in between shots and caught me staring. After he won the game, he looked over at me with a cocky smile as he winked and asked, "Are you interested?" I said sure and by the time the game was over, it was obvious that we were both interested in more than a game of pool. I caught Parker's eye as Pool Guy lead me toward the exit. She blew me a kiss and mouthed the words, "you're welcome."

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Pool Guy took me around to the back of the building and backed me up against the wall.

"Um hi. My name's--"

He put a finger up to my lips and shook his head. "Not now." He leaned in and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. The combination of his whiskered mouth and the lingering taste of beer on his tongue made my body quiver as my dick swelled in my jeans. He reached down and felt my crotch.

He broke our kiss and said, "Let's see what I'm working with."

He stared into my eyes as he kissed me again and slipped a hand under my shirt. The touch of his hand on my bare stomach gave me goose bumps. He reached into my jeans, then his fingers pried the waistband of my briefs away from my skin to find the head of my swollen dick. His tongue probed my mouth while his hand dove deeper to feel the full girth of my cock. I put my hands on his chest and broke our kiss.

I gasped and said, "Wait--"

"You okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

He was still holding my dick. I nodded and said I just needed to take a breath.

"You're incredibly hot," I breathed.

He gave me a cocky smile, squeezed my cock and said, "I'm just getting started Kid," before he bent down in front of me.

He unzipped my jeans and freed my now fully erect penis. He grabbed it again, pulling it toward his mouth. He licked the head of my cock and I groaned, then he took it into his mouth. He slowly worked his way up and down its length as I continued to moan. While he was busy down there, he reached up with his other hand, found my mouth and slipped his index finger between my lips. I sucked on his finger as he worked my cock. After a minute his middle finger found its way into my mouth as he slurped my cock even more vigorously.

Just when I thought I couldn't get harder, I did. "Holy shit!" I gasped, spitting his fingers out of my mouth. He undid his zipper and started to rub his spit-slicked fingers on his own cock. I started to cry out as he swallowed the full length of my cock, then realized where we were. I growled like a wild animal and he pulled his lips off of my cock just as I started to come. He grabbed my load in his hand then rubbed his cock with my spunk. He let out a low "MmmmmmmMmmmmMmm" as his load spilled onto the ground between my shoes.

He looked up and gave me a wink while he zipped up. I just stared at him, breathing heavily as he stood up.

He looked me up and down, shook his head and smiled, then patted my shoulder and said, "See you around, Kid."

I watched as he quickly walked down the alley. It took me a moment to realize that my dick was still hanging out. I zipped up and hurried back around to the front of the building but Pool Guy was gone.

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When Parker saw me the next day, she smirked and asked, "Well?" I returned her gaze, smiled and emphasized, "Very well." She quickly learned that "boyfriend" wasn't in my vocabulary. As a twenty one year old college kid, "occasional fling with no attachments" was all I needed and Pool Guy fit the bill. After that, Parker made sure I broke out of my routine of studying and Starbucks every couple of months.

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Stef Meets.... Part Two

Parker started teaching fourth grade at Brookhurst Lower School right after graduation. A few years later, when the music teacher retired, she told me to apply and I jumped at the chance. Though I worked hard at the five public schools I was assigned to, working at Brookhurst was a dream come true. Getting to work with my best friend was the icing on the cake.

Most of the time.

Later that day, she reminded me when she dropped off her class.

"Trivia tonight, Stef. Carly's coming too."

Carly, the art teacher, waved and smiled at me from her classroom across the hall. We were friendly, but not friends outside of work. My brain immediately seized up. Parker was doing what she had been doing since college, only this time it was Trivia with a work friend. Saying no to Parker was not an option. Especially when she never actually phrased things in the form of a question.

By lunchtime, I had resigned myself to my fate. It was Friday and Trivia would at least get me out of the house. At 3:00 I headed home, changed into jeans and a T shirt, grabbed a jacket and my air pods and went for a walk. It was a pleasant early fall day. The air was cool and the leaves had just started to turn color. I walked down the block to the park and took my usual route, letting iTunes shuffle through my eclectic music library. Forty five minutes later, I was home crashing on the couch.

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The buzz of my phone stirred me awake. I rubbed my eyes and read Parker's text: 7:00 at Jack's. See you soon, followed with a kiss emoji. It was 5:45. I texted back saying I would be leaving in a few minutes. I splashed some water on my face, slipped on my jacket and headed out the door. It took me about ten minutes to walk over to Jack's Neighborhood Bar and Grill. I liked Jack's because it was exactly what it claimed to be: a neighborhood bar and grill with the emphasis on "neighborhood." Given that the neighbors of this particular "hood" were a mix of young, old, straight, gay and in between, the clientele was as well. I sat at the bar, ordered a bottle of water and determined that the complimentary popcorn would suffice as dinner. It was only six o'clock. I took a sip of water and noticed a few people who were already gathered at the tables that were reserved for Trivia Teams. One group had matching shirts with the team name "Trivia Titans" emblazoned on them. This was more than I expected. I sipped my water and cursed Parker for goading me into this.

Just as I thought her name, there she was with Gale. They had been together for two years now and could not be more different. As much as Parker was a no nonsense, independent woman, she was also very much a femme with long, dark brown hair, curves in all the right places and a penchant for form fitting dresses. Gale was exactly her opposite: a butch lesbian with a fade haircut wearing jeans and a flannel shirt half buttoned over a white T shirt. They were a stereotype of sorts - the butch/femme lesbian couple - but their differences worked for them.

Gale greeted me with a hug and a smile. "You ready for this?"

"Do I have a choice?" I sighed.

"I hear that Trivia Night gets pretty intense here."

I pointed to the Trivia Titans and she gave a low whistle.

"Shit!" Parker interrupted while punching her phone with her thumbs.

I thought What now? but Gale spoke first.

"What's wrong babe?"

Parker looked up from her phone. "Carly bailed."

I breathed a sigh of relief then feigned disappointment. "Oh that sucks! Maybe we can just watch?" Parker gave me a "teacher look" and said, "No way Stef! I said we're going to Trivia, not watching it. It's not 'Jeopardy!' Stay right here."

"As if I had a choice," I called after her as she grabbed Gale by the hand and they wandered off.

I looked down at my phone and saw the time: 6:30. I took another sip of water and stayed put as commanded.

By the time I finished my water, I could hear Parker and Gale laughing behind me. I turned around and my two friends parted to reveal our fourth teammate. Standing between them was a mustachioed, forty-ish looking man wearing nearly the same outfit as Gale, minus the T shirt.

"Stef, this is Stan."

They broke out into giggles again as Stan presented his hand. I pried my eyes from the chest hair poking out of his shirt, grabbed his hand and said a clumsy hello. Stan smiled and said, "Hey there," then to the three of us, "Should we get a Trivia Table before they're all taken?"

Parker and Gale lead the way while Stan and I awkwardly navigated which one of us would follow next.

"After you," he said. "They're your friends."

"No, really. Friends or not, I'm here on orders of Parker."

Stan looked at me, smiled and said, "I guess I am too."

That broke the ice. We both laughed then Stan put his hand on my shoulder and nudged me forward to lead the way. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

Once we were seated, Parker said we needed to strategize before Trivia Night officially started. She looked at Stan and asked. "What do you do?"

"I'm a carpenter by trade," he answered, "and a freelance artist."

He works with his hands I thought as I studied the hand that had just been on my shoulder.

"Well we've got the arts covered," Parker declared, nodding at Stan and me.

Stan's face lit up as he looked at me. "Are you an artist?"

"I'm a music teacher," I clarified, "and an amateur composer."

"He wrote the alma mater for our school," Parker bragged, then explained. "We teach at the same school. The song is really catchy."

She started to sing but I cut her off with narrowed eyes.

"Okay Miss Prescott. I thought you wanted to discuss strategy."

"Right," she said. "You two," she wiggled her fingers at me and Stan, "have the arts covered."

Stan smiled and patted my back with his magic hand and my dick started to tingle inside my jeans.

Parker continued, "I'm well versed in general knowledge--"

I rolled my eyes and got another "teacher look."

Parker continued. "--and Gale is good at science and such."

Gale smirked at Parker's assessment as she said, "Yes - especially the 'and such.'"

"Well isn't there more to chemistry than just 'chemistry?'" Parker insisted, using finger quotes to make her point.

"Fair enough babe." Gale smiled and kissed Parker's cheek.

"Okay then. I think we'll be okay." Parker breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait a second," I looked at Parker. "I thought this was just for fun."

Gale smiled while shaking her head, then looked at me and deadpanned, "Have you met my girlfriend, Stef?"

She laughed as I glared at Parker.

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"Drinks?" Stan suggested. We still had a few minutes before the competition officially started.

"I'm fine with water," I replied.

Parker perked up. "I'll take a Cosmo."

"Beer me," Gale smiled.

Stan got up from the table and walked back to the bar. He seemed to have stepped out of a vintage Colt magazine and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. The light brown hair with traces of gray, broad shoulders, trim waist, -

"Nice ass," Parker whispered when she caught me staring. My face burned with embarrassment.

Stan came back with drinks just as the emcee took the mic and started going over the rules. Each team would be asked a question and had ten seconds to answer. If they couldn't answer then that question would go to the next team. If no team could answer the question, the answer would be revealed and then on to the next question.

Play got under way. Every time one of us answered correctly, Stan celebrated with fist bumps, high fives and "woohoo!"s. He was a natural fit in our group of four. As the competition wore on, his magic hand found my thigh and my dick squirmed in my jeans.

It was clear why the Trivia Titans had matching shirts. They were definitely the team to beat. Yet somehow, our team of a well-rounded teacher, an artist, a musician and a chemist made it into the final round. Since the score was tied, the emcee said there would be a sudden death tie breaker. Each team would choose one person to answer one question each until one missed. If the opposing person could answer it, their team would win.

We all looked at each other. I expected Parker to speak first, but instead felt Stan's hand squeeze my thigh.

He looked right at me, winked and asked, "Are you interested?"

Suddenly it all came back to me. That wink. That cocky smile. Those hands. That swagger. Pool Guy. Holy shit! My head started spinning.

"Not it," Parker declared flatly. Her well-rounded knowledge had proven insufficient.

Gale shrugged and let me off the hook. "I'll do it."

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It only took two questions for the Trivia Titans to be dethroned. Parker cheered a little too loudly, high fived me and Stan and then kissed Gale a little more passionately than any of us expected. We celebrated over another round of drinks, then the girls said they had to head home. By then, I had moved next to Stan and his arm was draped across my shoulders.

"You two have fun!" Parker chirped. She leaned in for a goodbye hug, kissed my cheek and whispered, "You're welcome" as she glanced at Stan.

Once the girls were gone, I turned to look Stan in the eye. After staring at him for what seemed like an eternity, I attempted to ask the unanswered question. It was beyond uncanny that the guy who figuratively "blew" my brains out eons ago would reappear all these years later. My heart was about to burst out of my chest.

"Did we ever? I mean, it was forever ago so it can't be possible but did we-? are you the--?"

Stan nodded his head ever so slightly, gave me a cocky smile and interrupted, "I am. Are you?"

This time I said it out loud. "Holy shit! You're that guy from the pool game."

"And you're that hot college kid," he smirked.

You were the hot one I thought, then said, "Yeah, well, college was a long time ago."

Stan rubbed his mustache then ran his hands through his hair. He sighed then said, "Tell me about it, Kid."

I looked down at my hands.

"I'd never done anything like that before. I mean - pick up a guy at a bar." I looked at him again. "Parker took me there."

"You don't have to explain yourself," he smiled. "It was fun." Another wink.

In that moment, I remembered. "You left me in the alley with my dick hanging out."

The smile vanished from his face and he looked away.

"I'm sorry about that. I was a real jerk back then." He looked back at me. "Let me make it up to you sometime. That is, if you want."

It was my turn to be cocky. "How about now?" I suggested. "My place is just a few blocks away." Then I leaned into his ear and whispered, "I've learned a lot since college."

Stan's eyes widened. "I'm parked down the block. How about I give you a ride?"

I squeezed his hand suggestively and said, "I was hoping you'd say that."

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I opened the front door and lead Stan inside. I closed the door, took off my jacket and hung it up, then turned around to face Stan. He was looking at me with those eyes of his. I took his hands in mine and said, "You've been torturing me with these all night. Are you aware of the magical powers lurking in your hands?"

He let go, shrugged and lifted his hands up. "You mean these?" he teased, then put his hands on my shoulders. He leaned in to kiss me. I opened my mouth and let his tongue mingle with mine. I ran my hands up his shirt, stopping at the patch of chest hair that had been teasing me all evening. I broke our kiss and started to unbutton his shirt. He just looked at me and smiled coolly. I opened his shirt and pushed my face into his chest, breathing in his scent. He wrapped his arms around me and held me and we both reveled in the moment. After a minute, he let go and kissed me again.

"This way," I said, taking his hand.

I lead him to the bedroom. We stood next to the bed and started making out. I rubbed Stan's chest while he caressed my back. I opened up his shirt, pushed it off of his shoulders and he let it fall to the floor behind him. I rubbed Stan's chest and back. His skin was smooth and warm. As my hands roamed around, I could feel the sizable bulge of his cock. Stan's hands rubbed my back, making their way down to my ass. His hands on my ass made me moan and I broke our kiss.

"You like that?" he breathed.

I nodded and we continued kissing and caressing each other. After a few minutes, I pulled Stan toward me and sat on the bed to face him. I put my fingers on his waistband, looked up at him and said, "Let's see what I'm working with here."

Stan winked.

I undid his zipper and reached into his jeans. My hand found his cock and I couldn't help but saying, "Whoa." That explains the swagger.

I looked up at Stan and he winked again. "Think you can handle it?"

I returned his gaze and reminded him. "I told you. I've learned a lot since then."

He smiled that cocky smile and said, "Okay Kid. Go for it."

With that, I pushed his jeans and boxers down and grabbed his enormous cock.

I licked the head of his cock, then down the shaft to his balls. Stan let out a low Mmmm. I licked up and down his cock a few times, then took the head into my mouth.

Stan encouraged me. "Yeah, nice and easy."

I sucked the first few inches of his cock while my hand rubbed the rest. Stan placed his hand on the back of my head and guided me expertly back and forth as I swallowed more and more of his meat. I finally managed to take the whole thing down my throat and he groaned in appreciation. I reached up to feel his chest and went back to slurping back and forth. My dick was trapped in my pants and yearned to break free. I pulled my mouth off and Stan protested. "Don't stop."

"I have to take a breather." I panted. "Your cock is beautiful, but it's a fucking jawbreaker."

Stan laughed as I stood up, squeezed his cock and kissed him. I quickly stripped off my clothes and we made out some more, bumping dicks and swapping spit. He rubbed my back and squeezed my now naked ass. I broke our kiss and nuzzled into his hairy chest, breathing out a sigh. I grabbed his cock and looked up at him.

"I think I'm ready for that ride," I smiled.

"You sure?" Stan asked.

I nodded and reminded him, "I told you. I've learned a lot since college. Just go slow and loosen me up first. Lube's in the nightstand."

I kissed him, squeezed his dick and laid back on the bed.

Stan opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube. He climbed in between my legs and leaned in to kiss me, then slowly kissed his way down my chest and stomach. He started sucking my cock and I groaned my approval. As he worked on my meat, he lifted my legs and slowly rubbed a greasy finger around hole. When he could sense that I was ready, he slowly inserted one finger and I groaned. He continued sucking my cock while he probed his finger slowly out and then back in a few times, allowing me to loosen up. Soon I could feel him switch to two fingers. I groaned even louder and looked down at him. With his fingers still in my ass, Stan kissed his way back up my stomach and chest, then leaned down to kiss me again. I broke our kiss and breathed up at him, "I'm ready."

He smeared some lube onto his cock as he continued to probe my ass. Then, in one swift move, he pulled out his fingers, pressed his dickhead against my asshole and slid into me.

I groaned loudly.

"You okay?" Stan asked.

"Oh yeah," I said. "You're just so fucking big. I need to get used to it."

He smiled, bent down and kissed me again. "Just let me know."

I nodded.

He stayed in position for a moment, holding my gaze and allowing me to loosen up. Once he sensed that I was ready, he began to thrust forward bit by bit. I let out another loud groan as he filled me up.

He pulled back, again asking if I was okay.

I smiled and nodded.

Stan fucked me slowly for a while, slipping in and out of my ass with great care, pulling out slightly whenever he felt me tense up. Finally, he eased the full length of his cock into me. As I watched his body come flush with mine, I let out a long, low groan. His cock firmly in my ass, he leaned down and kissed me deeply.

I looked up at him and groaned, "Fuck me, Daddy."

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With that, Stan grunted and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He began thrusting steadily in and out, gradually increasing his speed. Feeling my need for his cock, he would pause to pull out, teasing me with just the head of his cock in my ass, making me beg for it. Then he would plunge back into me as I groaned even louder.

"Fuck your ass feels good." Stan growled as I groaned enthusiastically. I lay back with my feet over this shoulders, staring deliriously into his eyes as he worked his magic.

He pounded my ass, then grabbed my dick and started rubbing it vigorously. I was already so close that the sensation of his hand sent a new jolt of pleasure through my body. Feeling my legs tense around his shoulders, he slammed his meat into me to finish me off. My asshole clenched around his cock as I cried out and shot my load again and again onto my stomach and chest. Stan pulled his cock out and yelled, "Ohhh fuuck!" as each spurt of his load landed on me, mingling with mine in a warm, sticky pool. He collapsed next to me and we stared at each other in disbelief, breathing heavily. We lay there in the afterglow for a few minutes until Stan finally raised his eyebrows and said, "Wow. That was - I didn't expect such..... enthusiasm." He smiled and we both laughed.

I reached over and rubbed his chest. "I told you I've learned a lot since then Daddy."

"Daddy, huh?" He knit his eyebrows together.

"You didn't seem to mind." I smiled back and squeezed a nipple playfully.

He laughed and grabbed my hand. "Not at all, Kid," he countered, punctuating his words with a smooch.

I turned, grabbed the box of tissues from the nightstand and offered them to Stan. He pulled out a few from the box and wiped off his cock and fingers.

I took the tissues from his hand and said, "I'll be back in a minute," then headed off to the bathroom to clean myself up.

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I came back to the bedroom and Stan was in bed waiting for me. He was lying back as he had before with his hands behind his head. I took a moment to look at him and observed, "You're fucking incredible."

"Right back atcha, Kid" was his reply. He patted the bed and I climbed in next to him, lying my head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and I ran my fingers through his chest hair. We laid in bed that way for a while, then Stan broke the silence.

"I think we might have something here, Stef."

I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "I just had something here, Daddy" and patted his flaccid penis.

He laughed and squeezed me. "How could I forget?!" Then he changed his tone. "I mean, something else. Something special. It may seem strange but I feel a connection with you Stef."

Strangely enough I felt it too. I patted his chest and said, "Me too, Stan."

He looked relieved and I could see something was on his mind.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I just need to clear something up." He sat up against the headboard and looked at me.

"Okay." I sat up and wondered what was going on.

He sighed and continued. "This was incredible. You're incredible. I don't want to fuck this up, so just listen for a minute."

His mood had changed. The cockiness and swagger were replaced with a look of vulnerability. I could tell he was serious.

"Okay. I'm listening." I let him continue.

He took a breath and began. "When I was thirty two, I fell in love with someone. At least I thought I loved him. It seemed like what love was supposed to feel like. I thought he felt the same way. We talked about moving together - stuff like that. I thought we had a future together but I was wrong. One day, he just ended it. No explanation. Just 'See ya.'" I reached for Stan's hand and he continued. "It took me a long time to get over that. He really hurt me and I didn't want to go through something like that again."

I squeezed his hand to let him know I was listening.

He continued.

"Still - a guy has needs." He smiled slightly then continued. "So I started just messing around and playing it cool to avoid all the emotional baggage."

"Wham. Bam. Thank you Stan, huh" I offered.

"Yeah, pretty much." He smiled and continued.

"So that night at IMRU, that's what I was trying to do."

I shook my head and tried to reassure him. "Stan, that was ten years ago. Like you said. It was fun. I'm okay."

He paused and looked at me earnestly.

"Stef, I ran off that night in order to protect myself."

"From emotional baggage. Stan, I get it. I wanted to move on but he wasn't finished.

"Not all of it," he continued. "The thing is, it backfired. I just wanted to get off but then I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were.... memorable."

He smiled and took my hand.

"I went back to IMRU every night for a week, just in case you might come back."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Stan, I had no idea."

He stopped me with a wave of his hand. "When you didn't come back, I figured it wasn't meant to happen. I thought about that night for a long time. And then time went by...."

He kissed my hand and continued.

"When I saw you tonight, it didn't take me long to realize who you were. Your mannerisms, the way you speak and that shy smile..." He trailed off and smiled again. "I couldn't believe it. After all this time, what are the odds, right? "

I shrugged my shoulders.

He continued. "I had to play it cool because I didn't want to scare you off. I'd been given a second chance and I didn't want to blow it."

I kissed his hand and leaned close to him again. I looked into his eyes and said, "In case my earlier performance wasn't convincing enough, let me assure you, Stan, you didn't blow it. That was fucking incredible. You're fucking incredible. But this," I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "This is something I haven't had before. You didn't blow it," I said again, then put my head on his shoulder. "Not by a long shot."

He smiled and kissed my head.

I rubbed his chest and said, "Let's get some sleep."

We kissed and then settled back into bed.

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I woke up to an empty bed and the smell of sausage and eggs. I looked for my T shirt but couldn't find it so I grabbed Stan's flannel shirt. I breathed in his lingering scent, pulled it around my shoulders, stepped into my briefs and shuffled out to the kitchen. Stan was wearing his boxers and my T shirt. He could have been an underwear ad.

"Who are you?" I asked incredulously.

Stan raised an eyebrow as if to ask What do you mean?

"I mean, look at you. You're like a freaking Colt model. In my house. Making breakfast."

Stan laughed at that one. "Is that something you've thought about before?"

I smiled and said, "Only in my dreams."

Stan beamed at me and began, "Are you saying I'm the man of your dreams?"

"You're off to a good start, Daddy," I teased. "But I'm gonna need a little more than a first name. Since this is special and all." I cocked an eyebrow.

"Ah. I get it." Stan pointed the spatula at me. "You want to make sure I'm not just a dream." He pointed the spatula upward and flicked it like a magic wand. I laughed at the rare moment of silliness. "Okay then. My name is Stanley Jonathan McCullough. I'm a carpenter, freelance artist, trivia teammate, short order cook.... and so much more." He wiggled his mustache for emphasis. His swagger was firmly intact and I relished it. I approached him and said it again. "You're incredible."

Stan flipped the sausage patties and squeezed them with the spatula. "Right back atcha, Kid." He winked and patted my ass.

He plated up our breakfast and we sat at the table bumping knees playfully under the table while we ate in silence.

As we finished up, I asked, "So what now?"

For the first time, Stan didn't seem to have all the answers.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm not exactly sure." Then he looked at me and continued. "It's Saturday. I'd like to spend more time with you. How about we just see what happens?"

"That sounds like a good plan, Stan." I smiled. "But I need to level the playing field a bit."

Stan raised an eyebrow.

I stood up from the table and looked down at him. "My name is Stefan Stegmann. I am a teacher, musician, trivia teammate and other things too." I didn't have a mustache so I shot him a Zoolander look instead. Stan laughed.

"And I'm not letting you go anywhere." I leaned in for a kiss then whispered, "Except back to bed."

The cocky look returned to Stan's face as he stood up from the table and followed me to the bedroom. He pulled the shirt I was wearing off of my shoulders and slipped it off, then held it up and said, "This is mine Kid" before throwing it to the floor.

I slipped my hands under the front of the T shirt he was wearing, rubbed up his belly to that hairy chest and said, "Well, Daddy, this is mine."

He placed his hands on top of mine to stop me, then teased, "Finders keepers, Kid."

"Not always," I explained. "That shirt is too small and tight for you. You should probably take it off before something bad happens. It's for your own good." I smiled.

"Or maybe," Stan smiled and played along, "you should take it off and we see what happens next."

"Well that is the plan." I agreed.

He let go of my hands and I pushed the shirt over his head and threw it to the floor next to his.