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.." Remy worked Diego's shaft, pulling down his foreskin to expose more of the wet, sensitive tip until a large load of cum emerged. And then another. Like a tube of toothpaste, every tender squeeze brought about more cream. "Yeah, that's what I want." Remy placed his hand to his mouth, licking Diego's cum from his fingers. "Every night that we're not together, I lay in bed naked thinking of you." He leaned in to kiss Diego's lips. "I can jerk off until I'm numb, but nothing compares to the warmth of your body."
Diego felt Remy climax inside him, their bodies moved as one being, united by pleasure.
"So what do you say, D?"
Taking Remy's advice Diego would, that day, leave his past behind him. Although he was taller then Remy, his roommates had a few items of clothing that fit; loose fitting items such as ponchos, robes, wraps. But he did prefer to walk around in the nude, to meditate and pray.
A week later, He was just beginning to rediscover his soul, his happiness when there was a knock at the door. Bang! Bang! Bang! "Open this door, Diego, I know you're in there!" Suzanna's voice roared.
Diego knew he at least had to speak to her. He put on a pair of Remy's sweatpants and took a few deep breaths as he opened the door. "Hello, Suzanna."
Suzanna met him with a hard slap to the face. "Well, you look like trash. Are you coming home or not?"
Diego could have said anything. He was not a child, he did not have to go with her, but her next words cut him to the core. "I-"
"Maybe we can cut our son's grave in half."
"Excavate Cam's remains, create his body and split the ashes- that is if you even care about our family." Suzanna wiped tears from her eyes. "We've been through so much, you and me. I need you.' she reached out and stroked Diego's face, her touch soft and gentle. "I love you."
Suddenly Diego heard Remy's car screeching into the driveway. "No! Stop! D, please! you don't have to go with her!"
Diego shook his head. "I do. I'm sorry. I need to make things right."
Remy was sobbing, he bit his lower lip as he nodded. "I understand." he got back in his car and drove away but not before mouthing the words. "I love you."
Diego knew Remy understood. He needed to do right by his wife; to leave her emotionally and financially stable. He owed her that much. He had a plan to work towards a mutual, uncontested divorce but all that went to hell when she invited him back into their marital bed. Diego forced himself to make love to her, fully clothed, with only minimal body parts exposed. Even then he closed his eyes. In the process of making himself comfortable, he may have called out Remy's name.
He awoke alone the next morning. His wife was int he kitchen cooking breakfast but he felt sick. He limped to the bathroom and kneeled by the toilet expecting to vomit but all he felt was a deep throbbing pain. He laced his hand under his shirt, lifting it to reveal the same bruises as the last time he was home.
Days passed like weeks, as Diego's body grew sicker; nausea, vomiting, and severe muscle pain including back spasms. He starred up at the white stucco ceiling, unable to recall the last time he left his bed. He had no appetite, no need for the restroom. His body felt nothing but pain. Did his wife truly intend to kill him? No, he refused to believe it. The woman he married did not possess that level of cruelty. But then why was she leaving him in such a state?
Throughout the day he heard his wife talking on the phone. Some conversations were with real-estate clients, but he could also hear her discussing his medical condition; claiming he was sick with the flu. Was she trying to set up an alibi with his actual medical team?
Every night Suzanna would crawl into bed by his side, holding him close until he fell asleep. Despite his physical and emotional discomfort, Diego would always experience a deep pleasant sleep.
That is, until the night of the break-in.
He opened his eyes int he darkness, to the sound of glass shattering, some sort of fizzing so