After the Storm (manxman)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Lounging on the beach )

Stephen...

I felt like a pervert, a depraved peeping Tom pervert getting up at the crack of dawn for last couple of days and camping out on my patio in hopes of catching a glimpse of the exquisite beauty next door. It's been over a week since I ran across the little angel on the sands of the beach and the man had captured my whole focus the moment he turned those big dark eyes in my direction. I so desperately wanted to know what color they were. Were they a deep chocolate brown or were they an intense shimmering black?

From what I could make out in the moonlight, Luis had a head full of dark curls and my fingers had itched to brush those riotous ringlets out of his face and see if those tresses were as soft and silky as they appeared. Even the scruff of his beard had looked soft and I had spent a majority of my waking hours imagining what his stubble would feel like against my naked thighs as he knelt at my feet and serviced my aching cock, but that fantasy seemed like that's all it was going to be.

There was a long sad story buried within that man, he had just lost his husband and it was plain as day on the man's face that he had cared deeply for his spouse. I had to admit that my curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I shamelessly performed a search on the internet and Google had given me a multitude of information on Luis, specifically his affluent husband, Jackson Tyson Randall, Jr. an very wealthy business man and real estate tycoon struck down in prime of his life by lung cancer.

His husband, Luis Davidson Randall held a Master's' Degree in Nursing and was his husband's primary caregiver who had faithfully remained at his side right up until the end. There were a lot of pictures of Jackson and his late father out and around town conducting business and attending charity galas and such. They had even attended one of the many Hospital Fundraising Galas, and I had tried my best to remember if I had met either one of the Randall men before, but I drew a blank. They were a few of Luis and Jackson together, the main one being their wedding photo and I could already tell that Jackson's illness had already started to take a toll on his physical appearance. I felt so much respect for Luis, and even though the man didn't want it, my heart was saddened for him as well.

As a medical doctor and a surgeon who performed reconstructive surgery on patients that have been severely disfigured by burns, I couldn't even imagine the strength and fortitude it would takes to be the sole caregiver to a dying loved one, especially a spouse. To sit there and literally watch the life leaving them day after day. God, I shuddered at the mere thought of it, but Luis had done it, and he is still reeling from it. It was not the time nor the place to approach the sexy man seeking any kind of relationship other than friendship.

Luis' husband had been a handsome man. Tall and striking, and from the earlier photos of him, he had almost the same mass of muscle and was powerfully built as I am. I'm not trying to be conceited about my appearance, but I know that I am above average in height and muscle mass. I have spent just as many hours taking care of my mind as well as my body in between studying medicine and perfecting my surgical techniques.

A flash of something on the beach caught my eye and brought me out of my thoughts, and God damn if my overly eager shaft didn't wake up and take immediate notice of Luis in the morning sunshine. He and his sister were holding hands and she was literally dragged him across the sand and into the bubbling surf of the incoming waves. Her tinkling little laugh traveling on the wind to reach my ears. I continued to watch as an older but elegant woman came into view with Gerald, Claire's husband following beside her carrying some cushions for the lounge chairs scattered on the sand.

I met the good man not long after I had moved in my house and he and his pleasant wife had recommend my current housekeeper, a local woman by the name of Kathryn. I was ever indebted to the lovely couple, because Kathryn has kept my house running like clockwork, even when I wasn't in residence and the woman was an unbelievable cook.