Joe Vitale had a smile that some said would melt the ice that ran though the veins of his boss, Don Hanover, a big man standing over six feet four and a former All American foot ballplayer. Don intimidated people with his physical presence and used it to his advantage. He ran his sales department with an iron fist and over the years had made enemies, so nobody felt sorry for him when his wife left him with his three children for another man.

Joe worked for Don selling industrial chemicals for a large, fortune five hundred company. Joe sold with a smile, a smile that he backed it up with professionalism, knowledge of his products and knew what his clients wanted and needed. A chemical engineer by education, he discovered that there was more money in sales and he was right. Customers trusted him. They felt that he wasn't out to just close a deal but to build relationships. He knew the names of their wives and children's birth dates, listened to their personal problems and never betrayed a confidence.

Joe was fun to be around. He was heavyset with a large belly that rolled when he walked. He had these big, brown, luminous eyes that were warm and friendly. When he looked at you, you somehow felt special. People felt comfortable in his presence, like an old pair of slippers. No matter how dismal things were, he somehow made you believe that tomorrow would be better. They called him Mr. Sunshine for he made people feel good. He listened, heard what they had to say and was never judgmental.

Joe was forty-seven on his last birthday and a few gray hairs were beginning to crop up on his dark curly hair like weeds in grass. He had a small nose and apple cheeks like a small boy whose aunt had just pinched them. Divorced for many years, he never remarried.

Nobody ever asked Don to go out to lunch or for a drink after work. He lived alone in a small apartment not far from the office and worked late into the night and often slept in his office. He was an unhappy man and was making those that worked in his department miserable with his sales quotas, meetings and threats of dismissal is production didn't increase.

It had rained all week and Joe had finished his last call of the day and ran into the Briar Patch, a local watering hole that was close to his loft and not far from the office. He never carried an umbrella or listened to weather forecasts and often found himself in a bar waiting out the rain. He shook himself off like a dog and headed to the bar. This storm looked like it was going to last and he had no place to go, and nothing waiting for him at home.

The bar was fairly empty because of the weather and the smell of stale cigarettes and beer permeated the air. A jukebox played fifties tunes and the bartender, a cigarette dangling from his lips was reading a newspaper. Joe ordered a beer and plopped down on a worn stool to wait out the storm. The locals resented the newcomers that were moving into their neighborhood but Joe never felt threatened. He turned and spotted Don seated alone in a booth.

Don had graying hair that was cut short and brooding blue eyes that stared at the wall in front of him. He was drinking a martini. On his finger he still wore a wedding ring. He was in his late forties. Don's tie was loosened and he looked like he had been drinking for a while and ordered another drink from the waitress as she walked by. From the slurring of his words, Joe knew that he had had been hitting the sauce hard

"Do you think that you need another drink?" Joe said as he walked up to where Don was seated.

Don answered belligerently. "Who asked you? Why don't you mind your fucking business?" Don answered belligerently without looking up.

"You're right, it's none of my fucking business." Joe turned to leave.

Don looked up and saw Joe. "Please don't go," he said apologetically. "I didn't realize that it was you. Please sit down. Let me buy you a drink?"

"I think that you'd rather be alone." He smiled. I try and never get involved with a guy who's drinking. Somehow they get nasty, say things they don't mean and they all think that they're Mike Tyson."

"She took my kids," was what he said. It was said with pain and hurt and Joe felt sorry for the man that everybody loved to hate. "I don't mind she fucking cleaned me out but she took my kids. " There wasn't anger in his voice but anguish. "She said I was a lousy father."

"It's all right Don," Joe said and sidled into the wooden bench that had been worn smooth over the years and Initials carved on the table.

"Am I such a dick?" he asked.

Joe laughed and showed even white teeth. He had spent a small fortune on his mouth and was proud of it. "You want the truth or do you want me to blow smoke up your ass?"

"The truth."

"Don. You're a dick. I won't mince words with you. You're a bully and most people were happy when she split and stuck it to you. Most applauded her for cleaning you out. They can't hurt you because most need the job. You pay their salaries so they're forced to take the shit that you throw out because you're unhappy. On a scale of one to ten, you're number one on their scum bag parade and you're getting what you deserve for treating people the way that you do."

"Am I that bad?" he gulped down the martini.

Joe looked into his wide face with his strong jaw and fine chiseled features. He was a handsome man.

"You're worse. You rule by fear and the office staff hates your guts. Me, I don't give a fuck. I do my numbers, come and go and stay out of office politics. I'm sorry about your kids. I have to go."

"Stay, have a drink. Nobody has stood up to me before. I respect you for it."

The waitress brought over his martini and Don took a large swallow.

"How many have you had?" Joe asked.

"This is my fourth."

"They're lethal."

"I know but who gives a shit about a dick like me?"

"I do," Joe said. "I care. I think behind that tough guy exterior is somebody nice that is aching to get out. You just don't know how."

"Mr. Sunshine. Isn't that what they call you?"

"It's easier to be nice. It makes life so much easier."

"To old to teach this dog new tricks."

"Maybe, but I think that you're afraid to try. What would you say if I got you home? I think that you have had one too many and I'll make sure that you get there safely."

"And tuck me in bed?"

"If that's what you want. I don't think you need anymore booze."

"I don't think so either. I feel rotten."

Joe paid the bill and helped Don out of the bar. It was raining hard.

"My place is just down the block from here. I'll make you some black coffee and when it stops raining, I'll drive you home."

By the time they got to Joe's loft, they were both soaked. It was a huge space in an area that young artists and artisans were reclaiming and real estate values were beginning to skyrocket. It had once been an old factory. The floors were highly polished and large abstract paintings covered the walls.

"Sit," Joe ordered and came back with a large towel. "Dry yourself and take off your coat."

Don had trouble and Joe helped him.

"Your shirt is soaked through and so are your pants. Take them off and I'll bring in a bathrobe so you don't catch cold."

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"You don't get it, do you?" Joe said annoyed. "Not everybody has a motive or is looking for something. I'm doing it because you're drunk and I felt sorry for you for losing your kids. I also didn't want to see you get rolled and you would have in that bar as big and as strong as you think you are."

"I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted."

Don took off his shirt. He was still muscular with a patch of gray hair between his pectoral muscles. His tits were full and his nipples were large. An appendix scar was visible on his firm belly. He looked like a former football player that had gotten softer over the years but he was still in good shape. His shoulders were broad and his arms solid.

"Take off your shoes and socks. I paid a small fortune to have these floors done and you're not going to ruin it with wet shoes."

Don did so obediently. His thighs were big and his calf muscles bulged. He was smooth with fine hair that was barely visible. Don looked around the room. The walls were exposed brick. There was a large, stone fireplace that dominated a wall. The furniture was built-ins.

"You kept the space bare with the built-ins." He watched Joe fixing them sandwiches and making coffee. A large ebony dining room table faced the open kitchen. An Oriental rug covered the floor. The apartment overlooked the river and Don watched the traffic of passing boats.

"I love the openness of the space and the area," Joe said.

"You sure have it here. I like it. Me, I've always been uptight." Uptight. The words spilled out and surprised Don who was always careful and measured his words carefully. Maybe it was the booze.

"Have you ever thought why you're so uptight?" Joe came into the room with the coffee and sandwiches. "Are you cold? You look cold."

"I am. I don't know why but I am."

Joe went to the fireplace and lit a fire and in a few minutes it was roaring.

"I use to be a boy scout." He laughed and his smile was warm and infectious. Don understood why people liked him. "Why are you so uptight?" Joe was wearing an open bathrobe revealing a hairy chest and was wearing his pants.

Don sipped his coffee. "I guess it was my dad." Maybe it was the booze but Don wanted and needed to talk. "He never showed any of us warmth. I never remember him hugging or even kissing us as kids. I tried so hard to please him but he never did. He never once came to a game to see my play. When I made All American he said, "big deal. That and a dollar would get me on the trolley. " His voice trailed off. "That hurt me. "

"That's a good reason for being uptight. My dad owned this fruit and vegetable stand. "Don't touch the fruit," he'd tell the customers. He fussed with those peaches and pears like he had grown every last one himself. He had this big black mustache and was built like me. But he was always hugging and kissing us kids. He worked hard with my mom besides him and there may not have been a lot of money but there sure was love in that house."

"My mom was a good lady but she was so afraid of my father. She died young. Why am I telling you this?"

"You're drunk, you need to vent and I'm a good listener. I bet you always kept things inside of you? Probably did it with the wife."

Don thought for a moment and munched on the sandwich.

"Me and the wife never talked much. I was so involved with my building a career that I never did have the time for her and the kids. I guess I do have a dick personality."

Joe laughed. "Lighten up."

Don smiled.

"That's much better. You have a nice smile."

"Next, you'll be telling me that I'm handsome?"

"You are. You smiled and that frown on your face disappeared."

"Me handsome? The wife never said it."

"How often did you tell her that she was beautiful or she looked nice or smelled wonderful or the meal was great?"

"I didn't. We haven't had sex," and the words popped out.

"It's OK. None of my business."

"No. For the last eight years. Since our son Scott was born."

"Sorry."

"I just told you my life story and it's fucking depressing. No wonder she left me. Nobody likes me and I haven't had sex

In over eight years. I am a fucking mess."

"You're no different then the rest of us. We all have our own skeletons."

"You're Mr. Sunshine. Everybody likes you."

"So how come I'm all alone? How come I sitting here with my boss who's drunk? Why aren't I out and being the life of the party?"

"I don't know."

They ate their sandwiches and Joe cleaned up. The rain continued to come down.

Joe rain downstairs and came back with a look on his face. "The car won't start. It would turn over."

"The rain," Don said.

" I called the car service on the cell-phone in the car but they're booked solid tonight. I think that you're stuck here with me for the night."

"You don't mind me staying?"

"Not as long as you don't mind sharing a king's sized bed. That couch is too small for you. There's always the floor."

Don looked at Joe. "I'm tired, grateful and I'm lonely. Having somebody in bed besides me will be comforting. Me and the wife slept in separate bedrooms."

Joe gave Don a toothbrush and towels. Joe showered and then Don did. From the bed, Joe could see Don brushing his teeth. He had a broad back and water clung to it and beaded. His ass was round and firm. He was smooth. As he turned, he had a nice sized cock. He put on his boxer shorts and came into the bedroom.

"Thanks Joe. I appreciate this."

"Night Don." Joe tried to sleep but was unable. How come he was alone? That very question had haunted him for years but he had not found somebody to share his life with. He was gay and sleeping next to a man that he thought was very attractive, but he was his boss. He longed to reach out and touch him.

"Joe, are you asleep?"

"No, is anything wrong?"

"I'm fine." He reached out and his hand touched Joe's fleshy chest. "I just wanted to say thanks."

Joe took his hand and held it. It was large and felt warm. Don moved closer to Joe.

"Can I hug you? Strange coming from a guy who doesn't show his emotions. I need to hug and thank you." He hugged Joe and Joe felt himself getting erect through his jockey shorts. His cock pressed against Don who felt the erection.

"You're gay, aren't you? That's it, isn't it? Never married. I would have never suspected."

"Does it bother you?"

"Yes," he stammered. "No, I don't know and really don't care. I'm so fucking confused. A year ago maybe it would have but not now. I'm so unhappy that anybody that is happy is someone that I envy. If you're happy being gay, then go for it." He held Joe close and began to cry.

"It's OK Don. Go and ahead and cry." Joe held him close, caressing his hair and talking softly to him. What he never expected happened. He felt Don's lips on his. They were warm and tender. Joe kisses his cheeks and tasted the saltiness of his tears.

"Hold me Joe. I'm so alone. Right now I want somebody to love me."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer in my life." He held Joe close to him.

Joe kissed his lips running his tongue on the outside of Don's lips and then into his mouth. Their tongues touched as they flicked them back and forth. Joe's hand reached out and touched Don's nipple, then softly traced his hand back and forth over his chest and down his stomach as he kissed Don now with more passion and he responded. He touched one nipple and then the other feeling them and holding them in his fingers and applying pressure that excited Don. His mouth caressed Don's nipple as his tongue licked at it and Don moaned never experiencing the joy of having his nipples sucked. Joe was gentle as he took it into his mouth and began to suck and felt it grow in his mouth. They were sensitive and Don moved his body under him and purred as Joe licked one and then the other. He slowly moved down Don's body touching, caressing, feeling and kissing as he felt the firmness of his stomach and tongued his bellybutton. His hand slipped inside the waistband of Don's boxer shorts and he felt the mound of soft hair. His hands were gentle as he reached down and felt the roundness of his balls and Don cried out as Joe's fingers played with them. His fingers were like butterfly wings as they moved across his balls as Don kissed him. Don's tongue moved inside Joe's mouth with a passion that Joe had not known in a long time. Joe's fingers touched Don's penis and held it there and rubbed the head that was leaking pre cum. He tasted the sweetness and kissed Don who tasted his own cum and it made him hotter. Joe rubbed the head of Don's cock with his thumb and finger and his cock was now stiff and hard.

"Oh, oh," he murmured as Joe rubbed it and kissed his belly as his tongue flicked at his body. He helped Don as he slipped off his shorts, his dick ready for the taking. "Oh, Joe," he whispered his name and held his head gently.

Joe kissed the head of Don's cock, his hand holding the shaft firmly as his tongue licked at the head that glistened. Don, cried out with pleasure as Joe took the head of his cock into his mouth and twirled his tongue around it slowly and down the shaft. He concentrated on the underside and Don moved his body wildly never experiencing the joy of having his dick sucked. Joe began to suck slowly, his mouth filled with saliva as he took in more of more of Don's love into his mouth. Joe knew the thrill of having a man in his mouth bringing another happiness as he made love to Don.

"Oh, Joe," Don's voice was barely audible as his hand caressed Joe's face lovingly. "Oh, God," he cried out. Words spilled from his mouth and emotions that he never knew or felt erupted and washed over him like a tidal wave. "Oh, baby, he called out as Joe moved down the shaft and back to the head, his nose nested in the soft hairs of Don's mound. He smelled the manliness of Don's essence and tasted the sweetness of his cock as his head bobbed up and down in a rhythm that had Don moving and writhing under him. Joe wanted Don to cum, to know the feeling of being released and the contentment that came with it.

"Please, don't stop," Don cried out as Joe moved with confidence tasting Don and knowing that he was close as he felt his body tighten.

Joe's mouth took Don's cock and felt it hit the back of his throat and then slide out and then in faster and faster and he knew he was there when he heard.

"Oh, Oh, Joe, I'm going to cum," he shouted and Joe felt the rush of semen as it filled his mouth. It was a huge load and he kept sucking as the juice erupted from him. Joe squeezed the meatus for the last drop. His hand milked the head until a pearl formed and he licked it hungrily with the tip of his tongue.

Don cradled himself in Joe's arms and Joe held him. Don's voice was a whisper and Joe strained to hear him.

"Thank you for loving me. What you did, you did to please me. I did nothing to satisfy you."

"It's OK. You needed to know that's it's all right. You needed to know that somebody cared for you."

Joe felt Don's tongue on his nipple. He licked at it softly and Joe reacted. His nipples were sensitive as Don sucked on one and then the other, his fingers pinching one as he licked the other.

"I want to please you," Don said.

"You don't have to."

"I want to." Don moved down Joe's body touching him, caressing him, and holding him. His tongue and lips moving across his body making Joe feel wonderful.

"Are you sure, you've never been with a man?"

"It's no different when you make love. " His mouth found Joe's briefs and his face nestled in the mound that stood out like a tent. His lips took Joe's cock through the cotton briefs and mouthed it. His strong hands slid inside the waistband and pulled them down exposing Joe's cock that was twitching involuntarily.

"You don't have to."

"But I want to."

Joe felt the softness of his mouth as it encircled his cock and slowly down the shaft and up to the head. His tongue tasted Joe's cock. Don loved the feeling of his mouth on the velvet head of Joe's cock. Moving around the head, his tongue traced a line around the rim and he moved a little faster as he was gaining confidence. Holding the shaft firmly, his tongue moved up and down it and then licked and sucked at the head. His hand moved toward Joe's nipple and he sucked at his cock and squeezed the nipple in his fingers. Joe's body went into spasm as Don's lips tightened around his cock.

"Don," he called out his name.

Don tasted the sweet and the saltiness of Joe's balls as he licked at them. He thought of his wife as he tried to eat her and she pushed his head away in disgust. Here, Joe was calling out his name as his tongue licked and he sucked and Don knew that this was what loving was supposed to be like, It was not a favor but a joy. Don felt himself hard again as his tongue licked at Joe's perineum and Joe cried out in ecstasy.

"Kiss me please," and Don kissed him with a passion that was released as they mouths touched, their tongues entwined. Joe felt Don's erection and roll on his side. "Fuck me," he said. He reached into a night table and found a rubber and lubricant and greased Don's cock, the rubber and his ass. He placed the rubber on Don's cock"

"I've never done this before. I'm afraid I might hurt you."

"Slow baby. Just take it easy and we'll both be fine."

Don was sweating and Joe guided him between his two round buns and Don's cock was at the entrance.

"Push easy."

Don did as he was told and felt himself slip inside Joe and it felt wonderful. Joe wanted the foreplay but wanted Don to know the joy of what loving a man was like. Don began to move slowly and a sense of pleasure overwhelmed him.

"That's it, nice and easy." They established a rhythm. "Yes, that's it, Oh, Don. Oh, yes, oh baby."

Don never heard the words of joy and pleasure with his wife as he watched his cock enter and come out of Joe's ass. Joe was moving his hips and ass to take Don's thrusts.

"Oh, sweetheart," Joe cooed. "Give it to daddy. Make his ass behave for you. It's yours," as Don moved faster.

Words to Don but to him they meant the world for he was both giving pleasure and deriving pleasure.

"Oh, Don, you're going to make me cum. Don't stop sweetheart," as his sphincter clamped down on Don's dick and he felt himself ready to cum. "That's it daddy. Oh, baby, that's it." Joe began to rock from side to side and cried out, "I'm cuming," and shot a wad of cream into his hand that ran down his fingers knowing that Don was ready. He gave Don his cream to taste and Don licked Joe's fingers and savored the taste. "Give it to me sweetheart," Joe roared with desire.

With those words Don came and he thought his load would never stop as he emptied himself into Joe. Exhausted he pulled out and lay there. Joe took off the rubber and took his hand and led him into the shower. They kissed under the hot water and when they had dried themselves off went back to bed. They lay besides each other. Don took Joe's hand and kissed it.

"Thanks for taking care of me and making me feel like a man again." He kissed Joe with tenderness. "Would you mind if I came back again and we could have dinner and then back here to make love?"

Joe smiled. "I'd like that."

"So would I. Joe, I always have put labels on things but tonight, I had a gay experience and I loved it. Am I gay? I don't know. I do know that loving someone and sharing that love is important. Man or woman, sex is sex and love is what I felt tonight. All I know is that for the first time in a long time, I feel good about me." He kissed Joe. "I want to pursue it if you will let me."

Joe hugged him and held Don close and Don fell asleep in Joe's arms. Mr. Sunshine fell asleep with a smile on his face.