BORIS [12/31/1999]

Finding the right apartment was something that I thought would never happen but I got lucky. The place was just about perfect. I finally had my own laundry facility and the kitchen was big enough to have a table for two.

I spent the first few days settling in and getting use to my new surroundings. It was a great place to be. There was a rec center attached to the building and there was a small minimall within walking distance. It certainly was nice to be so close to work for a change. I could walk to work if I didn't mind the 30 minute walk. Life was good. And it was about to get better.

I went over to the mini-mall to pick up some milk and bread and discovered a little variety store called B & B's. It was like a million other convenience stores and I presumed that I would find what I was looking for there so I went in.

It was an unremarkable store but behind the counter there was the couple that ran the place. They were in their 60's I guessed. Both oriental. She was a squat little woman who ran about the place at a dizzying pace. He stood quietly behind the counter waiting for customers. I hurried to the dairy case and picked up a jug of milk and brought it to the counter. The man behind the counter asked if that would be all and I replied, yes. He rung up my milk, I paid for it and left.

On my way home I thought about how nice he looked. He had thinning black hair that he combed from one side to the other, suggesting that he was perhaps bald on top. His beady eyes were jet black and pierced holes in you when he looked at you. His skin was very smooth and the only wrinkles on his face were around the edges of his mouth and eyes. I would have to go back soon, I thought.

Over the course of the next few days, I kept making excuses for going back to buy things from the store. On about the fifth visit I began a conversation with the man. His wife wasn't there and it seemed like a good opportunity to get to know him. He explained to me that his wife was off visiting her sister in Hong Kong. She would be gone for a couple of months. During the course of our conversation I learned that his name was Boris and he was from Hong Kong. He had moved here 30 years ago and had been retired for a couple of years before buying the store.

"Store is a goddam nightmare" he told me.
"My wife is like a devil now, she always complaining".
Seems life was not a bed of roses for poor old Boris. Boris was always dressed very well, with dress pants and a dress shirt. He never wore a tie but sometimes he would wear a suit vest over his shirt. His pants were always loose in the crotch but there was never anything pronounced there. Even so, I spent most of my time staring at his crotch or his ass when he would turn around to retrieve stock from the shelves.

I stopped in the store every other day or so and we would chat. Sometimes I would stay and talk with him for over an hour. We got to be pretty good friends after a month or so. I learned that his wife wasn't really visiting her sister but in fact she had decided to leave him. She filed for divorce and was asking for everything but the kitchen sink. They had been married for over 35 years and now it was over. Boris was visibly distraught and began to show signs of depression. I tried to cheer him up but the loss of everything he had worked so hard for was unbearable. Not to mention the fact that he now had to fend for himself. His house was up for sale and he had to find an apartment. The day his house sold, I stopped by and found him sitting on a stool behind the counter of his store. He told me he didn't want to stay with friends because they were also his wife's friends and it was too uncomfortable. I told him that if he wanted he could stay with me until he found a place to live. As a matter of fact there might be an apartment coming up in my building that he might like. At first he was reluctant to take me up on my offer but eventually he agreed. His house would sell at the end of the month and he would move in with me then. I was very excited about having him as a house guest. I only had a one bedroom but I could set up a bed for him in the living room.

The day Boris arrived, I was on cloud nine. He didn't bring much with him and I let him store his things in one of the two closets that were in my bedroom. I could sense his bewilderment when he saw how small my apartment was and I tried to put his mind at ease. "I've got a day bed for you to sleep on until we get something better" I said. "I don't take much room and you'll hardly know I'm here" he replied.

He worked most nights until after midnight and I was always in bed by eleven so there wasn't much chance that we would see a lot of each other. Today though he had someone watch the store so he could move his things. It was a Saturday night and I had no place to go so I offered to cook dinner for the both of us. Boris thought that was a good idea and so while he made himself at home I started dinner. After whipping up some pasta and garlic bread, we sat down to eat. I opened a nice bottle of vino which we finished with no problem. We had a very nice chat and it was good to see him relax and enjoy himself. Afterall, I had all but fallen in love with him, even though he didn't know it.

We finished dinner and I poured us an after dinner drink. Seems Boris was quite a cognac lover. I had a bottle given to me a while ago and so we had a couple of shots while talking and relaxing. The time went by quickly and before I knew it the time was after midnight. I told Boris that I thought it was my bedtime. "I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to fix your bed before" I said. "Let me get it ready for you now".
"Don't be crazy, godammit, I don't need a special bed". After a pause he continued, "I can sleep on one side of your bed until tomorrow". My heart almost leapt from my chest. I knew he meant it as innocent as it was but the thought was enough to get my blood boiling.

I felt a bit uncomfortable as I got ready for bed. "I sleep in the nude" I said and began to take my clothes off. "I hope you don't mind". "Of course I don't mind, my wife never slept in the nude; she slept with most of her clothes on". "Just so she wouldn't have to have sex with me, the bitch". "I like sleeping in the nude too".

I got into bed, trying not to hog too much of the bed and turned away from Boris who was getting undressed. I could see his reflection in the dresser mirror as he started to get undressed. His body was alabastar coloured and almost hairless. When he turned toward the bed I could see his chest with its fine dark hair trailing off to a baby skinned stomach. When he crawled into bed he move almost to the middle of the bed. This shocked me a bit because I thought he would be as timid as I felt.

"This is a very nice bed; and the sheets are so nice and smooth and warm" he said as he rubbed his hand across the bed. I turned onto my back and looked over at him. He was only a foot away and was looking at me. I thanked him for his compliment and agreed that the bed was nice and soft. The lights were still on and I could see Boris was nicely relaxed. Perhaps the liquor was helping him to relax. Unexpectedely he placed his hand on my chest and rubbed my chest from my neck to my belly button. "You are soft like a woman" he said.

"I think you don't like women too much, do you?" he inquired.
With a lump in my throat I replied, "not too much".
With that Boris moved his hand to my shoulder and began to caress my neck and shoulder. I responded by reaching over and placing a hand on his chest. It was as smooth as silk and warm to the touch. He stopped breathing for a few seconds when I first touched him. When I turned toward him he matched my movement. We were now facing each other and I was looking directly into his sparkling eyes. "Should I turn off the lights" I asked.
"It's ok" he said.
"You know I have never before done anything like this" "I know, it's ok though, nobody will know and besides there's nothing wrong with sharing a little love". I was hesitant to include my feelings for him but he seemed to relax a little with the assurance that everything was ok with me.
I wasn't sure how he would react to a kiss but as I leaned in he moved forward and put his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and drew his chest tight to mine. His skin felt like satin as I carressed his back and sides. We continued to kiss and hold each other for a few minutes. Boris was obviously starved for love and began to whimper with pleasure as we kissed. My bedroom was a bit warm and we didn't need to cover up to keep warm so I kicked off the blankets and threw them to the foot of the bed. Boris was now fully exposed and I had to take a few minutes to soak up his nudeness. I rolled him onto his back and got up above him and proceded to lay on top of him but taking in his body as I did. His pubic hair was jet black with only a few grey hairs interrupting. His cock was hard and sticking straight out. His cock was several shades darker than the rest of his body with almost black foreskin covering his perfectly round head. It was about 4 inches in length but nontheless it was beautiful. I placed my 6.5" cock up against it and settled down onto him. Even without any kind of oil or lubricant we slid around on each other as if we were all greased up. His skin was so smooth you couldn't stick together. We continued to kiss and hug and roll around on the bed for quite a while before I dared to go to the next step. I didn't expect Boris to perform orally but I was very anxious to suck his cock. I began to kiss his neck and chest and slowly worked my way down to his stomach. By now he was groaning with delight as I licked his stomach and abdomen. I was crawling down the bed as I worked my tongue on his velvety body. Once I got to his pubic hair I buried my face in it and pushed against his pelvis with my nose. Then darting past his cock I took both his balls into my mouth. His balls were fairly small and both fit easily into my hungry mouth. As I sucked on his balls I pushed up with my nose and batted his cock from side to side. The end of his cock was moving from side to side and I enjoyed getting the precum that had started to drip free on my face. The head of his cock was pressing against each of my eyes with each pass and I could no longer resist its invite. I licked the underside of his cock up to the head and with the tip of my tongue I flicked off the droplet of precum that had settled there. With one motion I swallowed his cock all the way to the base then came off it. When I did, Boris gasped in delight. I began to suck gently on his cock, enjoying the sensation and dwelling on the taste of precum that he continued to produce.

I felt Boris's hands on my head as he started to hump against my mouth. He started to push harder and harder on the back of my head as he gyrated his hips more and more. I could hear him gasping and groaning as I sucked as hard and fast as I could on his throbbing cock. His heightened gasping and groaning were telltale signs that he would be cumming soon and I got ready for the load. He became more audible and changed his pelvic thrusts to short spasmatic jerks just before exploding into my mouth. It must have been the cognac or the wine that made his cum so sweet. It tasted like honey as it shot down my throat. All of a sudden it was over and Boris slumped back onto the bed. I knew he would probably be feeling guilty right about then so I quickly finished my business and reached for the blankets. Covering us both, I kissed him on the cheek. "That was great, thank-you" I said. I wrapped my arm around him and kissed him one more time. To my surprise he turned to me and kissed me on the mouth. "That was the greatest thing I have ever had happen to me". "I have never had sex like that and it was great". I was surprised that he was so forthright and thanked him. I reached for the light and turned it off. Boris was resting on his back and I snuggled down onto his chest and gave him a hug. He reached around me and pulled me to him which was great because I wanted to fall asleep in his arms.

That's the way I left it and drifted off to sleep with the memory of Boris's cock still fresh in my mind and the taste of his cum in my mouth. I was thinking about the morning and what might happen when we awoke.

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