Lost in Mystery
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
Fiction. This is a new four part story. Enjoy
I awoke in the rain, feeling cold and wet. Looking around, I had no idea where I was, and when I thought about it, I realized I didn’t know who I was either. The Alley I had been sleeping in didn’t look like home. I stood, rain dripping out of my hair, and made my way in my squeaking wet shoes to a doorway under an awning the provided me with a little shelter. I stood there, trying to warm my hands by blowing on them wondering how I’d got there. Nothing came to mind.
After a few minutes of waiting for some clue to present itself, the door behind me opened. I stepped aside, and turned to find a short dark complexioned guy standing there with a large black plastic bag bulging with trash. He looked at me and I at him, but neither of us said anything. He was dressed like a dishwasher in a cheap diner, stained t-shirt, sloppy wet apron tied in half around his thick waist. On his head, a white paper and gauze folding cap shaped like they used to wear in the army.
We watched the rain coming down in the slant of yellow light that cut through the downpour from the open door. He seemed want to go out in it. He stood there under the awning, watching it come down too hard to run between the drops. “Hey mister.” He looked up at me. I was a good two heads taller than he was.
“Yeah?” I blew on my frozen hands, and stuffed them in the pockets of my wet jacket.
“You hungry?” I looked at him a moment, and realized he’d struck a note that echoed in my empty stomach.
“I guess.” I pulled my left hand out of the pocket, and pulled my jacket lapels together.
“Since you’re already wet, if to take this trash over to the dumpster for me I’ll feed you something in the kitchen.” He offered the bag to me. I looked from the bag to the dumpster at the end of the cul de sac alley, and reached for it.
“Sure. I could use something in my stomach.” I took the bag, and stepped back out into the downpour. It was just a few steps to the dumpster, but by the time I got there and back, the guy was gone, and the door closed. I cursed him to myself, and leaned against the door under the awning out of the rain, which seemed to have increased in volume. I nearly fell when he opened the door again. I caught myself, and put a hand on either side of the frame to steady myself.
“Come this way.” He ushered me past and shut the door again. The hall we were in was long and dimly lighted. Boxes and cloth bags of flour and sugar lined one side, making the passage way narrow and hard to negotiate. He led the way toward a bright rectangle of light at the end of the hall.
“I thought you had pulled a fast one on me.” I wiped my running nose on the back of my sleeve, and ran a hand through my dripping hair.
“Nah, not me man. I been where your at myself a time or two. I wouldn’t do that to dog on a night like this.” We entered the kitchen, which was empty of other people. “The place is closed, and the boss has gone home already. I’m just cleaning up before I leave. A burger OK?”
“What?” I was looking around, and enjoying the warm room.
“I said you want a burger? I can’t give you any fries, I’ve already drained the oil out of the deep fryer. Chips though.”
“That would be great. What’s your name?”
“Vinny. Vincent really, but everybody calls me Vinny. What’s yours?”
“I don’t know Vinny. I think somebody hit me on the head, and I can’t remember anything. I don’t know where I am even.”
“L. A. That’s a tough break man. They get much?”
“Much what?”
“Well aside from being wet and dirty, you don’t look like you shop at thrift stores.” He slapped a frozen burger patty in a skillet and set it on a burner. He stepped over to me,, and I took a step back. “Whoa, no problem. I ain’t going to hurt you. I just wanted to look at the label in your jacket. Sometimes there is some ID sown in.” He pulled me down a little, and lifted the collar of my jacket. He dropped it and then looked inside the vest of the garment and shook his head.
“Nope, but I can tell you your three hundred dollar jacket I ruined. Anything in your pockets?” I checked them one by one, but found nothing until I felt in the pocket inside the jacket vest. A wet crumpled envelope came to light when I pulled my hand back. Unfortunately, it was bled out by the rain, and the address and name were beyond reading. There was a printed return from the Texas DMV, but the letter that should have been inside was missing.
“Maybe you’re from Texas. That ring any bells?” I shook my head, inhaling the order of the cooking meat. Vinny took a large seeded bun out of a plastic bag of them above the stove, and laid the split bread in the skillet to toast. He walked into a walk in refrigerator and the door closed behind him. He was only a moment before he came out with some lettuce a slice of cheese, and a slice of tomato. “You like a slice of raw?”
I looked at him dumbly. “Onion,” he said.
“Yeah, I guess.” He took a fresh onion out of a wire basket hanging in the corner near the stove, and peeled it with a large chef’s knife. He sliced the onion in half, and then sliced a thick piece nearly the size of the bun.
“Coffee? The last pot is still on out front.”
“Yeah. If it’s hot.”
“How do you like it?”
“Straight black.” When I said that, A memory flashed in my mind. I actually thought I liked coffee with milk and a spoon of sugar. Vinny headed out through a swinging door, and was back in a moment with two cups of steaming coffee.
He set the mugs down on the stainless steel table and turned to flip the meat. He put the slice of cheese he’d brought out on the meat, and it began to soften, melting. He put the top of the bun on the cheese, and took a plate off a stack under the counter. I picked up the mug of coffee, and took a sip of the scalding liquid.
“Hot,” Vinny said. “Don’t burn your mouth.” I blew across the cup, and tried another sip. He picked up his mug, and blew across it as well before sipping his own. “Behind you over there, grab a bag of chips if you want.” I looked where he pointed, and saw a selection of different kinds of chips. I selected some plain potato chips, and turned back to him. He was scooping the burger out onto the plate where he’d put he condiments. “Mustard or Mayo?”
“Mustard I guess. I can’t remember how I like a burger.”
“Well, we got both.” He set the plate on the table next to where I was standing. “I’ll get you a chair from out front so you don’t have to eat standing up. He pushed through the swinging door again, and was soon back with a chair and two squeeze bottles. Mustard and Ketchup. He set them down, and pulled a couple of packets of mayonnaise out of his shirt pocket and handed them to me.
“Enjoy,” he said. “I’m going to finish cleaning the kitchen while you eat. He started working on something in the sinks at the back near the entrance to the hall we’d entered through. The burger was heavenly in my mouth. I discovered I preferred the mayonnaise to the mustard, and left the lettuce off as if I knew I didn’t like it.
“Where you planning on sleeping tonight?” I was stuffing my mouth with another bite when Vinny spoke to me. I chewed for a moment before trying to answer him.
“No place I guess.”
“Well, I wouldn’t turn you out on a night like this. You can stay up stairs with me if you don’t mind sleeping in the same bed with me. I don’t have a spare, and the couch is a love seat. Too small for a big guy like you.”
“I can’t put you out Vinny.”
“No bother man. I like sleeping with guys. I’m one of them cock suckers you hear about.”
“You’re gay?”
“That’s what they say about me. You don’t mind do you?”
“To tell the truth, I don’t know.” He turned back to the sink, and I went back to chewing burger. By the time I finished, he was drying his hands on his apron.
“More coffee, and a slice of pie? I think there’s a slice of lemon left out front.”
“Sounds good.” He picked up my mug and went back through the swinging door. When he came back, he put the pie and mug on the table in front of me and picked up my dirty plate. He handed me a fork, and went back to the sink and washed the plate.
“Eat up mystery man. After I wash your dishes, we can go up to my apartment. He leaned on the table, and sipped his coffee while I ate the delicious pie. I finished it in a few bites, and wiped my mouth on the back of my jacket sleeve.
“I’ve got a washer and dryer upstairs. We can wash your clothes and dry them for you. Might not be too good for the fabric of your coat, but it’s ruined anyway. Better clean and dry instead of filthy and wet.”
“I like the way you think. I stink. Maybe you can offer me a shower too.”
“You bet. I might even join you if you don’t mind.”
“Well, I guess I owe you one don’t I?”
“Naw. You don’t owe me a thing. I’ll be satisfied with the company.”
When the dishes were washed dried and put away in place, he led me sown the hall again, and opened the door. If anything the rain was coming down harder that before. He watched it for a few moments, then pulled the door closed and locked it from the inside. “I always check to make sure I really lock it. The stairs to my apartment are back up front.”
We went back to the kitchen, and he took me to a door I hadn’t noticed in an ”L” near the sinks. It opened to a steep flight of stairs with a hanging bulb at the top on the landing. “Home sweet home,” he chuckled as he led the way up. “You know, if you ain’t into men, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t work that way.”
“I’m considering it. I can’t remember what I like sexually.”
“We’ll have to see how it goes. If you don’t dig it we’ll stop. No problem.”
He opened the door on the landing, and flipped on a light switch, revealing a cozy warm apartment. We entered the living room, which although small, was comfortable and inviting. “Bathroom is back there.” He pointed at a door hung with a large calendar with a photo of a man wearing a fire helmet and nothing else. His cock was erect and large curving in an arc from his groin with the head pointing at his navel. “Go strip and give me your clothes, and I’ll throw them in the washer. You like a drink? I got Scotch and Vodka.”
“Yeah, what ever you’re having will be fine.” I headed through the door with the fireman, and started pulling off my clothes. I piled them on the floor, and decided to take a shower. The glassed enclosure was roomy, and the hot water felt good on my clammy skin. Vinny stepped into the steamy room, and picked up my clothes.
“I won’t start the washer until you’re finished with the shower because it takes all the hot water. Do you mind if I join you in there? I like to shower after work every night.”
“Sure come on in.”
I was lathering my hair with shampoo when he opened the door and a cool rush of air sent goose bumps crawling on my skin. “Sorry.” He stepped in and quickly pulled the glass door closed behind him. I felt him brush against me slightly, and I rinsed the suds out of my eyes, and looked down at him. He was a short bear of a man with a patch of thick black hair on his chest, and in his pubes. But the real eye catcher, was his dick. Soft like it was, it had to hang down a serious nine inches. I wondered what it was like hard. As that thought crossed my mind, my own began to thicken and grow.
“Geech,” I turned to my left, worried I might be embarrassing him.
“What’s the matter? Am I bothering you?” He moved back against the glass wall.
“Not exactly Vinny. I turned again, and his eyes went to my now stiff piece.”
“Wow. So maybe I lucked out and you’re one of us.” I looked down at him and saw he was expanding too. He reached for my cock, and stroked it a time or two. I couldn’t resist taking him into my hand and doing the same as he continued to harden up. His cock was almost two of mine when it was finally filled to capacity.
“Like that?” He leaned back to push his big cock forward to me. I leaned down and licked across his cockhead. He shivered, and put a hand on the back of my head. I opened wide, and let him slip his head into my mouth. I started to work on him like I knew what I was doing, and he soon had me on my knees under the water stream sucking him down my throat as far as I could.
After a few minutes of this activity, he pulled me up onto my feet again, and dropped to his knees in front of my cock. He was good at it, and I had his head in my hands fucking his face like it was something I did all the time. He stopped as I began to edge, and stood up.
“Let’s scrub up and dry off and get to bed. I want to do you right. You a top or bottom mystery man?” I shrugged, not remembering ever having done anything like this before. I soaped a wash rag, and scrubbed his back, he did the same for me, and soon enough we were clean enough to eat.
He shut the water off, and reached out of the fogged up shower door for towels. We dried each other, maintaining our erections, and then stepped out onto the shower mat. I couldn’t help but grin at his short bear body with the enormous cock handle sticking out in front. He led the way to his bedroom, and I was surprised to see he had a king sized bed stacked with lots of pillows. He flipped the light on and the room was softly lighted with a lamp on either side of the bed. He turned the dark blue comforter down, exposing deep yellow sheets.
He climbed up on the bed, and rolled over as he lay back, his gigantic piece of meat sticking up n his fist. I took the hint, and went back to work on his pole taking him in deep. I seemingly had no gag reflex, and swallowed him down t his wiry pubes.
“Man! You gotta be a cocksucking master craftsman. Nobody’s ever gotten me that deep in their throat. I had stopped with my lips wrapped around the base of his thick cock, and listened to him rave for a moment, before I turned on the suction and began to pull back up to the head.
“Shit man! Unh, unh, oh fuck. Suck it man. I ain’t never had it this good before.” I dropped back down onto him and he bucked his hips, driving himself into my face again. I lifted his heavy balls with my hand, and licked them as well as I could, before pulling up again.
He moaned, and put both his hands on my head, and started pulling me down again. I let him control the action, and only when he loosened his grip on my still wet hair did I pull up and concentrate on his cockhead.
“OH, fuuuck! I’m gonna shoot baby.” I pushed down once more, and then rapidly reversed on him, and by the time I reached the midway point on his shaft, his cock was beginning to pulse on my tongue. When I had only his big head in my mouth, he convulsed, grabbing my head, and let go a flood of jism across my tongue. His climax lasted for several squirts and I swallowed it all like I’d done it before.
When his cock softened a little, I let it slip slowly out of my mouth, and when it dropped free and slapped across his belly, he shivered under me. “Mystery man! I think I found true love.” He leaned up and kissed my cock slobbered mouth. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and let him have the last of his incredible load for himself.
“Ummmm.” He swallowed, and kissed me some more, running his tongue across my teeth and then sucking my tongue into him. I pulled away, and looked down on him still shivering slightly.
“Roll over Vinny. I want to eat your ass for a while.” He grinned at me, but rolled over, and got up on his knees with his head resting on the bed. He pulled his ass cheeks apart, and I looked at his small hairy winking hole for a brief moment before diving in for a good munch.
I rimmed him for twenty minutes while he writhed and moaned his pleasure into the bed. When I had my tongue as deep as it would go, he gasped and lifted up, looking over his shoulder at me. “Man, I can’t take it any longer. Stick me with your cock. There’s rubbers in the drawer, and I think I’m wet enough from your tongue so we don’t need lube.”
I pulled my tongue out, and went into the drawer for a condom. I rolled it down my stiff length, while Vinny rearranged the pillows under him presenting me with the best target. Once I was ready, I leaned over his back and put my cockhead at his hole, and asked him how he liked it.
“Just fuck me any way you want. I love what you do to me.” I leaned in and breached his sphincter and once inside, I just sunk my eight inches to the hilt in one ling slow thrust. “Uuuh,” he moaned.
I let him rest a bit, before I began to work my hips in short slow thrusts into his hole, never pulling more than an inch or two out. He felt tight and silky hot on my rampant flesh tube. I played with him for a wile like that, before finally pulling him higher by his hips, and started to force fuck him. I edged several times, extending the fuck for as long as I could. He wasn’t complaining, and when I finally felt myself growing tired, I told him I was going for it, and he moaned under me as I shifted my thrusting into high gear. When I came, I wished I hadn’t need of a condom, because I know he felt more than I did, but none the less, my climax sent wave after wave through me as I pumped the rubber full of my jism.
When I was through filling the rubber, I laid down across his back, and we lay like that for several minutes, him moaning softly while I inhaled his manly scent, clean from the shower. As I softened, and slipped out of him, and off to his side, he turned over, and peeled the condom off my collapsed cock, and dribbled the sperm over my smooth chest, and began to lick it up.
Clean once again, he laid his upper body across mine, and kissed me on the mouth, letting me taste my cum on his tongue. “Man, I haven’t had sex like this in years. Maybe never before. Mystery man you are a super queer if you ask me. I think I want to keep you around.”
“That might not be good for you Vinny. You don’t know anything about me. I could be a criminal for all you know, maybe a killer.”
“Yeah, you killed me with your dick baby. I wouldn’t mind dying like that.” He laughed. “Man I need a drink. I’ll be back, I’ll start the washer, and fix a couple of drinks for us, and we can discuss this situation.”
He rolled off the big bed, and I heard him puttering around in another part of the apartment and after a bit the washer started up. Soon after, he was back holding out a glass of Vodka on ice to me. I’d rearranged the pillows again, and was leaning against them with the comforter pulled up over my chest. I took the drink, and lifted the comforter and sheet for him to climb in bed again.
“What if,” I said thinking. “My memory comes back tomorrow, and I have to go back to my real life?”
“Then we had this night together didn’t we?” I nodded.
“What if I never get my memory back?”
“Then we’ll work out our relationship.”
“What if I really have killed someone?”
“Then I’ll hide you from the cops.”
“Don’t be silly Vinny.”
“Man, if you knew how long I’ve waited for a lover who can do what you do to me, you wouldn’t think me silly. I just want you to think about staying with me.”
“What will your boss think when he finds out you have a guy living with you in this apartment?”
“What boss? Oh I told you earlier the boss had gone home.” He laughed. “That’s Greta. My lead waitress. She runs the place like a boss, so I call her that. The place is actually mine. I’m chief cook and bottle washer. I got Louis, during breakfast and lunch to wash dishes, and besides Greta, there’s Joan, and Lolly to wait on customers. I do the cooking and once we close up shop, I do the deep cleaning so I know the health department won’t have reason to shut me down.”
“I’ll think about it.” I took a sip of Vodka.
“How many times can you fuck like that a night?”
“Why? Your ready to go again?”
“I’ve been in a long dry spell. I haven’t had a fuck like that for as long as I can remember.” He reached for my soft cock under the comforter, and squeezed it gently. I felt it begin to respond.
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