Tragedy
There were warning signs, but we didn’t realize what they were. Nic’s vision would blur, and then clear. Fine details started disappearing. He didn’t think anything of it, really. Not at first.
It was Grace who suggested he see a doctor. He doesn’t like doctors, but this had started to worry him, so he swallowed his resistance and went. The news hit us hard.
Macular degeneration, she said. We heard about the treatments through Nic, and didn’t get all the details. He was scared, and rightly so. His grandmother had it, and she had been blind since as far back as Nic could remember. There were new treatments, the doc said, but no cures. At first, we’d do nothing, just regular checks of his vision. She gave us special eye charts and taught him how to read them in order to monitor any deterioration in his vision.
It didn’t take long. In less than a year, Nic had to leave the force due to medical retirement. His vision was getting bad quickly, and we were all terrified he’d go completely blind. He got his pension, but couldn’t be on active duty anymore. He couldn’t work, so he stayed home to take care of the kids full time. Angel got rides home from junior high, and Nic walked to the elementary school to pick up the others and escort them home.
That was a quiet time for us, peaceful in a way, despite the tension from Nic’s health issue.
Spring break came. The kids were all away at friends’ houses one day and I was home from school, so it was just Nic and me. We slept in, which was a great way to start the day, and when I finally dragged myself out of bed, Nic was in the kitchen making breakfast. He took the pan of bacon off the burner and held it out to me, asking if it were done.
He couldn’t see the smoke coming up off the too-crisp meat, so I said yes while my heart was breaking.
I think Nic sensed that.
He smiled at me. “I’m gonna be okay, baby boy,” he promised softly. “I’ll learn how to be the best blind guy ever. Just wait and see.” He turned the burner off and set the pan aside, wiped his hands on his jeans and then reached for me.
“Jesus, Nic,” I swore against his throat. Tears stung my eyes. “I know you can do whatever you set your mind to, but, God! This is so hard, watching you go through this. It’s killing me.” I put my arms around him, holding him tightly.
Nic kissed my hair, then my cheek, then my mouth. In moments, my despair had become desire, an urgent need to be with him. We panted and wrestled against the kitchen counter, then Nic wrenched me away, stumbling toward the bedroom, one hand out to feel his way along. I choked on a sob and led him to our bed, my fingers shaking as I unfastened his pants and shoved them down.
I sat on the side of the bed and sucked him till he came, my dick aching and untouched, all my focus on Nic.
When he had collected himself, he moved to one side and crawled onto the bed. He pulled back the carelessly tossed-back covers and shoved them down to the foot of the bed. Then he lay down on his belly and spread his legs.
“Get the lube, baby boy,” he murmured. “I want you to fuck me.”
Part of me was instantly delirious with joy that he would offer. Another part was screaming in defiance. I couldn’t fuck him, because Nic was a cop. Maybe he’d had to retire, but that’s still who he was inside. If he let go of that, it would mean he’d accepted his fate, and I wasn’t sure I could handle that. He wasn’t completely blind, not yet.
“It’s okay,” he assured me, rolling half onto his side so he could face me. “I’m not a cop anymore. I don’t have to be afraid of this anymore, and I’m not. I want it, Zen, because I know you’ve wanted it for so long. You waited for me, and now I can be yours, like you’ve been mine.”
That hurt me in ways I can’t describe. It was proof of how much Nic loved me, filling me with the sweetest agony. God, how I loved him! My God, how I wanted him. Wanted to be inside him.
“We’ll start slow,” I told him, fetching the lube. “Just my fingers at first. Stretch you like you did with Grace for her first time.” I remembered every detail of how he’d brought her along, gently, gradually, until she was not only ready for him, but also starved for him to fuck her there.
He smiled at me then, and it was filled with such joy, such adoration that he took my breath away.
“No, honey. You’re gonna do me like I did you,” he argued gently. “I want it to hurt, because it’s my first time. I wanna remember the pain of losing my virginity to you.”
He pulled me close and kissed me, stroking my face, my neck, my dick and balls until I was ready to explode. I fumbled with the lube, smearing it all over my shaft until I was slippery as a fish. I kneed up behind him and he came up on all fours, trembling, breathing hard, scared and excited.
I massaged his asshole with the lube, teasing that tight, dark brown ring with my fingers, sliding in one, then two, gently fucking him a little, preparing him whether he wanted it or not. I was entranced by the sight of my hand on his ass, my fingers inside him, delirious with the thought of what I was about to do with him.
“Fuck me and stop jackin’ around,” he demanded harshly. “Jesus, Zen. I’m ready NOW!”
I lost control then. Went totally and completely gonzo. I grabbed my dick, placed it and shoved, just as I grasped his hips and hauled him back onto me.
Nic roared in shocked pain. He jerked upright, coming up off his hands with a howl. He jerked a couple of times, grunting and clenching all around me.
“Godfuckingdamn!” he ground out harshly. “That hurt like a sonofabitch.”
“Sorry!” I bleated. “God, I’m so sorry, Nic. I got carried away. I’m sorry.”
He panted, slowly dropping back to his hands, head down. His ass began to relax around me. “’S’okay,” he promised. “I’m okay.”
I was too terrified to move. I stroked his back, his buttocks and thighs with my trembling hands, waiting for him to recover, unable to tear my gaze away from my aching cock, buried to the hilt in his ass.
I was fucking Nic!
He took control, rocking forward a little, then pushing back. I groaned and held onto his hips, head tipped back, eyes closed, just feeling him. As the sensitivity waned slightly, I opened my eyes and watched us fucking, my rosy dick disappearing into the depths of his brown ass.
It was beautiful.
“I love you, Nic,” I whispered to him breathlessly. “Wanna make you feel good, baby. Wanna make you come again.”
He shook his head. “Came already,” he panted. “Feels good, baby boy. Feels fuckin’ good. Just fuck me.”
I bent over him and reached for his dick. He was still limp, but twitching. He was getting aroused all over again. He was getting excited because I was fucking him.
“Oh, sweet baby,” I cooed, bending down to kiss his tanned back. “Feels like heaven. I’m home, Nic. I’m home.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I wanted this so bad. So long. Now we can, anytime we want. We can fuck any way we want, baby.”
I squeezed his dick, determined to make him hard again, to bring him off. He gasped and bucked under me, his ass clenching around my dick until I saw stars. Nic knew exactly what he was doing to me, turning his head to flash a blindingly white smile in my direction.
“You’ve been practicing,” I accused him. “Have you put some of those dildos in your apartment to use behind my back?”
“Just imagination,” he promised with a filthy chuckle. “I’ve fucked enough ass in my day to know a few tricks just from being on the receiving end.”
That made me wonder about his sexcapades with all those women. “So when you were out fucking around, did you go for pussy or ass?”
“Most women,” he declared, “are ass virgins or don’t like it. They think they’ve only got two holes instead of three. What I got most was oral, followed by lots of pussy. Only on rare occasions did I score ass. Except at home.”
“And your favorite orifice?”
“Ass, hands down.” He began to roll his hips in a sensuous circle, taking me for a sweet ride. “Now, shut up and fuck me.”
I was happy to oblige. I took my time, enjoying the feel of his strong, man’s ass flexing against my belly, his hairy thighs brushing against mine. I loved the sensation of his cock in my hand, stiffening up beautifully, tightly curled against his abdomen. He drove me harder, demanding more and more of me until I was pounding into him with all my strength and he was howling from pleasure. I came in his ass and collapsed on top of him, a quivering mass of jelly panting against his back.
He lay down on his belly and rolled me off him, towering above me on his knees. Then he reached for the lube and slicked himself up, rolled me onto my back and lifted my boneless legs onto his shoulders. I relaxed for him and let him in with barely a twinge, and he bent down to kiss me deeply, fucking me into the mattress until he came a second time.
I pulled him close and held him as we lay stretched out together, side by side, spent and exhausted. He was looking at me, and there were tears in his eyes because I knew he couldn’t see much, just a flesh-colored blur with sweaty hair and blue eyes. Soon he wouldn’t even be able to see that.
“I don’t want to forget how beautiful you are,” he whispered.
I lifted his hand to my face, closed my eyes and placed his fingers over my eye and nose. “You’ll always know what I look like,” I promised him, “because you’d know me in the dark, just by feel. I know I could pick Grace out like that. We’ve kissed every inch of each other’s skin, mapped out every hill and valley with our fingers and our mouths. There’s no part of each other that we don’t have memorized, Nic. You’ll never forget how we look, because you’ll always be able to see us like that. With your fingers, your mouth, your body, your heart. We’re going to grow old together, and you won’t see the wrinkles and gray hair. You’ll always see us as young and beautiful, in your mind.”
Nic was silent for a long time after that, tears streaming across his nose and into the pillow. “I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said at last, his fingers tracing over my face.
“We can argue about that,” I told him happily, and kissed him, telling him with my mouth how utterly he was loved.
It was Grace who suggested he see a doctor. He doesn’t like doctors, but this had started to worry him, so he swallowed his resistance and went. The news hit us hard.
Macular degeneration, she said. We heard about the treatments through Nic, and didn’t get all the details. He was scared, and rightly so. His grandmother had it, and she had been blind since as far back as Nic could remember. There were new treatments, the doc said, but no cures. At first, we’d do nothing, just regular checks of his vision. She gave us special eye charts and taught him how to read them in order to monitor any deterioration in his vision.
It didn’t take long. In less than a year, Nic had to leave the force due to medical retirement. His vision was getting bad quickly, and we were all terrified he’d go completely blind. He got his pension, but couldn’t be on active duty anymore. He couldn’t work, so he stayed home to take care of the kids full time. Angel got rides home from junior high, and Nic walked to the elementary school to pick up the others and escort them home.
That was a quiet time for us, peaceful in a way, despite the tension from Nic’s health issue.
Spring break came. The kids were all away at friends’ houses one day and I was home from school, so it was just Nic and me. We slept in, which was a great way to start the day, and when I finally dragged myself out of bed, Nic was in the kitchen making breakfast. He took the pan of bacon off the burner and held it out to me, asking if it were done.
He couldn’t see the smoke coming up off the too-crisp meat, so I said yes while my heart was breaking.
I think Nic sensed that.
He smiled at me. “I’m gonna be okay, baby boy,” he promised softly. “I’ll learn how to be the best blind guy ever. Just wait and see.” He turned the burner off and set the pan aside, wiped his hands on his jeans and then reached for me.
“Jesus, Nic,” I swore against his throat. Tears stung my eyes. “I know you can do whatever you set your mind to, but, God! This is so hard, watching you go through this. It’s killing me.” I put my arms around him, holding him tightly.
Nic kissed my hair, then my cheek, then my mouth. In moments, my despair had become desire, an urgent need to be with him. We panted and wrestled against the kitchen counter, then Nic wrenched me away, stumbling toward the bedroom, one hand out to feel his way along. I choked on a sob and led him to our bed, my fingers shaking as I unfastened his pants and shoved them down.
I sat on the side of the bed and sucked him till he came, my dick aching and untouched, all my focus on Nic.
When he had collected himself, he moved to one side and crawled onto the bed. He pulled back the carelessly tossed-back covers and shoved them down to the foot of the bed. Then he lay down on his belly and spread his legs.
“Get the lube, baby boy,” he murmured. “I want you to fuck me.”
Part of me was instantly delirious with joy that he would offer. Another part was screaming in defiance. I couldn’t fuck him, because Nic was a cop. Maybe he’d had to retire, but that’s still who he was inside. If he let go of that, it would mean he’d accepted his fate, and I wasn’t sure I could handle that. He wasn’t completely blind, not yet.
“It’s okay,” he assured me, rolling half onto his side so he could face me. “I’m not a cop anymore. I don’t have to be afraid of this anymore, and I’m not. I want it, Zen, because I know you’ve wanted it for so long. You waited for me, and now I can be yours, like you’ve been mine.”
That hurt me in ways I can’t describe. It was proof of how much Nic loved me, filling me with the sweetest agony. God, how I loved him! My God, how I wanted him. Wanted to be inside him.
“We’ll start slow,” I told him, fetching the lube. “Just my fingers at first. Stretch you like you did with Grace for her first time.” I remembered every detail of how he’d brought her along, gently, gradually, until she was not only ready for him, but also starved for him to fuck her there.
He smiled at me then, and it was filled with such joy, such adoration that he took my breath away.
“No, honey. You’re gonna do me like I did you,” he argued gently. “I want it to hurt, because it’s my first time. I wanna remember the pain of losing my virginity to you.”
He pulled me close and kissed me, stroking my face, my neck, my dick and balls until I was ready to explode. I fumbled with the lube, smearing it all over my shaft until I was slippery as a fish. I kneed up behind him and he came up on all fours, trembling, breathing hard, scared and excited.
I massaged his asshole with the lube, teasing that tight, dark brown ring with my fingers, sliding in one, then two, gently fucking him a little, preparing him whether he wanted it or not. I was entranced by the sight of my hand on his ass, my fingers inside him, delirious with the thought of what I was about to do with him.
“Fuck me and stop jackin’ around,” he demanded harshly. “Jesus, Zen. I’m ready NOW!”
I lost control then. Went totally and completely gonzo. I grabbed my dick, placed it and shoved, just as I grasped his hips and hauled him back onto me.
Nic roared in shocked pain. He jerked upright, coming up off his hands with a howl. He jerked a couple of times, grunting and clenching all around me.
“Godfuckingdamn!” he ground out harshly. “That hurt like a sonofabitch.”
“Sorry!” I bleated. “God, I’m so sorry, Nic. I got carried away. I’m sorry.”
He panted, slowly dropping back to his hands, head down. His ass began to relax around me. “’S’okay,” he promised. “I’m okay.”
I was too terrified to move. I stroked his back, his buttocks and thighs with my trembling hands, waiting for him to recover, unable to tear my gaze away from my aching cock, buried to the hilt in his ass.
I was fucking Nic!
He took control, rocking forward a little, then pushing back. I groaned and held onto his hips, head tipped back, eyes closed, just feeling him. As the sensitivity waned slightly, I opened my eyes and watched us fucking, my rosy dick disappearing into the depths of his brown ass.
It was beautiful.
“I love you, Nic,” I whispered to him breathlessly. “Wanna make you feel good, baby. Wanna make you come again.”
He shook his head. “Came already,” he panted. “Feels good, baby boy. Feels fuckin’ good. Just fuck me.”
I bent over him and reached for his dick. He was still limp, but twitching. He was getting aroused all over again. He was getting excited because I was fucking him.
“Oh, sweet baby,” I cooed, bending down to kiss his tanned back. “Feels like heaven. I’m home, Nic. I’m home.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I wanted this so bad. So long. Now we can, anytime we want. We can fuck any way we want, baby.”
I squeezed his dick, determined to make him hard again, to bring him off. He gasped and bucked under me, his ass clenching around my dick until I saw stars. Nic knew exactly what he was doing to me, turning his head to flash a blindingly white smile in my direction.
“You’ve been practicing,” I accused him. “Have you put some of those dildos in your apartment to use behind my back?”
“Just imagination,” he promised with a filthy chuckle. “I’ve fucked enough ass in my day to know a few tricks just from being on the receiving end.”
That made me wonder about his sexcapades with all those women. “So when you were out fucking around, did you go for pussy or ass?”
“Most women,” he declared, “are ass virgins or don’t like it. They think they’ve only got two holes instead of three. What I got most was oral, followed by lots of pussy. Only on rare occasions did I score ass. Except at home.”
“And your favorite orifice?”
“Ass, hands down.” He began to roll his hips in a sensuous circle, taking me for a sweet ride. “Now, shut up and fuck me.”
I was happy to oblige. I took my time, enjoying the feel of his strong, man’s ass flexing against my belly, his hairy thighs brushing against mine. I loved the sensation of his cock in my hand, stiffening up beautifully, tightly curled against his abdomen. He drove me harder, demanding more and more of me until I was pounding into him with all my strength and he was howling from pleasure. I came in his ass and collapsed on top of him, a quivering mass of jelly panting against his back.
He lay down on his belly and rolled me off him, towering above me on his knees. Then he reached for the lube and slicked himself up, rolled me onto my back and lifted my boneless legs onto his shoulders. I relaxed for him and let him in with barely a twinge, and he bent down to kiss me deeply, fucking me into the mattress until he came a second time.
I pulled him close and held him as we lay stretched out together, side by side, spent and exhausted. He was looking at me, and there were tears in his eyes because I knew he couldn’t see much, just a flesh-colored blur with sweaty hair and blue eyes. Soon he wouldn’t even be able to see that.
“I don’t want to forget how beautiful you are,” he whispered.
I lifted his hand to my face, closed my eyes and placed his fingers over my eye and nose. “You’ll always know what I look like,” I promised him, “because you’d know me in the dark, just by feel. I know I could pick Grace out like that. We’ve kissed every inch of each other’s skin, mapped out every hill and valley with our fingers and our mouths. There’s no part of each other that we don’t have memorized, Nic. You’ll never forget how we look, because you’ll always be able to see us like that. With your fingers, your mouth, your body, your heart. We’re going to grow old together, and you won’t see the wrinkles and gray hair. You’ll always see us as young and beautiful, in your mind.”
Nic was silent for a long time after that, tears streaming across his nose and into the pillow. “I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said at last, his fingers tracing over my face.
“We can argue about that,” I told him happily, and kissed him, telling him with my mouth how utterly he was loved.