I wasn't feeling super clean after sitting at a desk all day but Nicky didn't seem to care. He warned me he had already gotten off and it may be messy...around his cock. Mmm, what a huge turn on for me. I normally chat longer with somebody to feel safe before meeting, but I had a feeling this was okay. Plus I was so horny by now just thinking about that huge cock of his. I walked down the street and stood in front of his door. He looked out the window, waved and the door buzzed me in. I went. “Your husband? You’re married? I thought you were divorced!”“That’s what I tell people. It’s easier that way, no questions about the reality.”“Reality…?”“He’s been in prison. I thought he’d be in a couple more years, but he’s getting out early. He’ll be here Wednesday, and he’ll be fucking me Wednesday night, so obviously I couldn’t be here fucking you.”I sat on a chair. “Holy shit,” I babbled. “I can’t believe it.”“Believe it. I’m sorry, Adam, I really am. If I had my way he’d do two more. However, nothing prepared me for taste. My false memories of taste were pale when compared to the real thing. My first food, a ham-and-cheese on rye with mustard, made me close my eyes and curl up, my hands rubbing my mouth as I savored the taste. With frito chips and milk, I felt a realigning of my world focus, however briefly, to my mouth.Once the meal ended, I was able to reassert control of myself. Food is something else against which I must inure myself.I have an odd clash of thoughts. I’ll walk around first and check back in a bit. Instead of paying attention to the stuff on the shelves I pass, I revert to the more hidden side of my personality which is people watching. The true term is “voyeur.” Ever since I was 14 and cutting between some houses headed home and caught a young couple fucking and sucking and screaming thru half closed patio blinds, nothing made more of an impact on me than that day. Nothing is more erotic to me now than watching sexy people, catching.