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memories of Brian
memories of Brian Brian and I meet at a cookout celebrating the 4th Of July, the United States of America's independence day. It was sponsored by the company I go to for my prosthetic leg and therapy. Brian was one of about a dozen people in the Pittsburgh area, who are trained to help “new” amputees adjust to their new life's. He's an amputee too, LAK(left leg above knee). That's amputee terminology. Rachel my therapist introduced us, we hit it off immediately. To describe Brian is like trying to describe a snow shower. You don't know how deep it's going to get, how many inches will show up, or how long it's going to stick around. Physically he's a stocky, five foot eight inches tall, and weighs 193 pounds. He has short stubby fingers, with a strong grip, and a strong square jaw, no facial hair, and short curly sandy blonde hair on his head. His voice could carry across a crowded party in a big yard, with no trouble. Yet, when he talked to you. It was as though you and he were the only two around. His voice never gave away where he was from, or lived now. I have since found out that he does voice overs for audio books. He had lots of accents. Anyway, we had a blast at the party, and then at rest stop on the PA turnpike. He said it's mostly empty all night, very private. We talked until the sun came up, then went to his apartment and slept for a half dozen hours, in separate beds. Him in his bed, and me in the guest bedroom. He was a perfect gentleman up until he tricked me. Me of all people, I'm a magician, I do the tricking. It was just past noon, as I began stirring out of my sleep, to the smell of coffee and what smelled like grilled cheese sandwiches. I heard a lite taping on the door, as it swung open, to reveal Brian standing in the doorway with my lunch. A grilled Swiss cheese and chipped ham sandwich, with two dill pickle wedges on the side, and a glass of iced coffee. After tasting it, I realized he'd even put some hot chocolate mix in it too, just the way I like it. We talked some more, as I straightened up his apartment and did the dishes. That man could get you excited or put you to sleep just by the sound of his voice. I loved listening to whatever it was he wanted to say. Me just listen, not me at all. Not only did he speak intelligently, but he was quite knowledgeable of the topics we discussed . We didn't have all day to enjoy the day out, and decided to go over to the Museum of Science located on the northern bank of the Ohio river, right at it's inception. Two rivers join together to form the Ohio at Pittsburgh. It wasn't easy doing that much walking, but it was worth it. We had our canes, and had to sit many times, but our fun was not deterred. At the Museum I found out just how intelligent he was. He was so smart, damn. He knew a lot about everything. When evening came we went to his home again, by choice. He asked, what I wanted to do. So I told him, I'd like to go back to your place, order a Pizza, watch a movie, and go to bed, in the same bed. I told him I wanted to make love with him. I know, little or no tact. He smiled at me, said, “Sounds like a terrific idea. But we'll have to buy some wine, to go with the pizza.” With that, we headed for the wine and spirits store. Some good Italian wine was in order. Then off to his place. We both like the same kind of pizza, medium crust with everything, and extra cheese. We put the wine in the freezer to chill, and I let him choose the Pizza place. It took and hour, but it was so worth it. We talked until our dinner was delivered. I thought this was a good time to tell him about my special body part. He wasn't shocked or repulsed at all. He even asked when could he see it. I told him some time soon. Then we settled down to watch his choice of movie, and stuff ourselves with pizza. I didn't eat too much, because I had plans. I was horny, and Brian was going find out just how horny I could get. He ordered “Magic Mike” a movie about male strippers, from On Demand, a service of our cable company. I suspect he ordered it for my benefit. Ya think. When the movie was over, the wine bottle was empty, and the pizza was half gone. I turned to him and said, “let's get ready for bed,okay?” Hearing no argument from him, I told him to go first while I clean up our mess. He eagerly waited for me to clean up, reading as I did so. I had no negligee with me, so, wore one of his tee-shirts. I love wearing a man's shirt. I wheeled out of the bathroom, and Brian dropped his book. He lifted the blanket on my side of the bed to lure me in. I hopped from my chair to the bed, laid on my side facing him. I played with his hair for a moment, then pulled his head toward me to initiate the action. Our lips touched, and our mouths opened automatically. Our tongues entwined, and our hands began to explore each other. Bedtime to follow good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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Sorry to hear about Brian's passing. Consider yourself greatly hugged, my friend! {=} and we're all looking forward to part 2.
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Keep the good memories.
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Boy, you certainly do know where to end a story to keep the reader intrigued, lol. But, in all seriousness, I am very sorry for your loss. Sounds like he was a really nice person and you both were really hitting it off...I guess I'll have to wait until part two to find out just how well you hit it off though...
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Brian's a lucky guy
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8/22/2012 4:54 am |
Sounds like an Episode of "Its always Sunny in Philadelphia", but this new relationship sounds interesting. Goodluck
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