Where It All Began

Where It All Began 1

My wife and I had been married for almost seven years, seven terrible years punctuated by a few happy moments. Most of those happy moments came while we were in bed, my wife was actually pretty good, probably due to the fact she was a high school football team slut. Oh, she told me she was a virgin, but I found out the truth after we got married, but that is another story for another time. The divorce was a pretty bad affair and I had lost everything but my Harley and my GTO, not even a kiss before that fucking. The end result was that most of my spending money came from taking money from sailors at the pool tables in the bars near the base.

One evening I had gotten pretty well loaded after taking almost four hundred dollars from the tables. In fact I was so drunk that I found myself in a bar I had never seen before, in a part of town I don’t visit. When I tried to leave, one of the guys there, Ted, suggested I was a little too drunk to think about getting behind the wheel of a car and he, my new best friend, would be happy to drive me to his place and let me sleep it off there. I really was too drunk to resist so I accepted his invitation and quickly blacked out.

I didn’t remember getting there, didn’t even know where “there” was and when I opened my eyes the sun blazed through a window and it felt like holes were being burned through my brain. I lifted my head but it hurt so bad I thought it was going to explode. A tall man came into the room wearing only a pair of boxers, I could not help but notice the size of his package…who is this guy, I thought. “Good morning, you look like you have been beaten half to death…how are you feeling?” he asked. Ted, that’s right, he drove me from some bar last night, “Probably twice as bad as I look.” He handed me a glass of some liquid, “Here, drink this and go back to sleep, when you wake up you will feel much better. I have to run some errands and should be back in a couple of hours, make yourself at home. Your car is down stairs, I picked it up this morning. If you are still here when I get back we can grab a bite and maybe get to know one another.” I didn’t even respond, just dropped my head back on the pillow and went back to sleep, I didn’t even know when he left.

The next time I opened my eyes it was a new world, I felt great and had only a slight headache. I was in a bedroom that was nicely furnished laying naked on a king sized bed. The other thing I notice was that I had to piss so bad I wasn’t even sure I was going to make it to the bathroom. When I returned, much relieved, I looked around the room and began to notice more specifics about it; there were mirrors all over the place, including the ceiling and on the nightstand next to the bed was a half used tube of KY. I found my clothes, slipped into my pants and began exploring. The first thing I found was the kitchen; a coffee pot sat on the counter with a note attached, “coffee is ready to brew, all you need to do is plug it in”. I plugged in the pot and stared at it until the coffee was done and poured myself a cup the headed toward the living room.

The living room was furnished in leather and wood, much better decoration than I would have expected and one of the plush leather chairs seemed to be calling my name.