Comforting

Without a word, Diego led me through his beach house and into the bedroom. The shades in that room were drawn and we found ourselves in near total darkness as he spun me around so that my butt barely touched the side of the bed. He then wrapped his arms around me again and pulled me into a hug.

"Its okay, daddy," he said, and when he spoke, part of me believed him. "Whatever happened, Diego will take care of you."

He kissed the tears on each cheek, then leaned down and gently started kissing me on the neck.

Somehow I felt comforted in his arms. I have no idea how or why such a young man could give me that feeling, but he did. There was no way I could even begin to explain to him what loosing all of those years of marriage meant, yet in his arms I felt all of that floating away.

"Let me make it better," he said. One of his hands slid down to firmly grip my ass. "Let me make you feel better, daddy."

Suddenly all I wanted was whatever came next. He could do anything he wanted to me and I wouldn't complain. In that moment I put Susan, all out years of marriage and my life as a straight man in the rear view. This was all I wanted...