Compersion

8 Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?

Over the next few weeks, Mark and I were meeting up weekly and Hanna and I were doing our thing every other day. The change in both Hanna and Mark was noticeable. Town folks would ask them what was different about them… Why were they suddenly so filled with joy? Not to toot my own horn, but I was the key to bringing them both happiness.

As the Autumn air turned bitter and cold, Mark and I realized we had to find a new meeting place- Somewhere warm and out of the elements, Or, we had to stop with our encounters. The first option was the only option. Obviously, we couldn't get together at my house and Mark had his uncle aunt from out of town staying with him through the holidays.

Thanksgiving had passed and we were in the second week of December. The first snows had fallen and Mark and I both knew neither of us wanted to be in the cold with our shriveled wieners hanging out. I was starting to feel a bit depressed and was missing Mark. Hanna recognized something was up with me. She was very perceptive that way.

One Saturday, Hanna came in with a bag of groceries. I was busy changing the light bulb in the bathroom when I heard Hanna yell up to me,

"Guess who's coming for dinner?"

Oh no! All I could think was that we were going to be stuck with Reverend James. I knew how it would be too… All evening he would lecture us on the sin of being too happy or something stupid like that. I finished my chore and went downstairs to greet Hanna. She was in the kitchen putting away the groceries when she told me that our surprise guest was Mark.

I quizzed anxiously, "Mark?"

"Yes," Hanna replied, "I had a lovely conversation with Mark while I was shopping. Seems you two have really been at it."

I became paranoid, "What are you trying to say, Hanna?"

"Mark was told me how have been walking him through his salvation and teaching him the fundamentals of our faith."

"Oh? Yeah, he's learning," I paused, "…I'm learning too."

Hanna shot back a smile and said, "Malachi, you're so different than most men. You really are open to expanding your own horizons."

I almost laughed out, "I am trying… I am really, really trying."

"I know you are," she said, "I want to be more like you, Malachi. I want to be able to open up my mind too."

When Hanna spoke those words I felt my heart jump. I wondered just how open Hanna might be. Then new words filled my cranium… Words from the past…

"Smash her pussy."

6pm could not come fast enough for me. I sat on the sofa watching the second hand slowly tick, tick, tick… And then a knock at the door. I leapt from my seat and opened the front door. There in the pale moonlight stood Mark in a long, black wool coat. The dusty snow whipped about behind him creating a blueish glow behind him. I invited him in and he helped him out of his coat.

Throughout dinner, Mark seemed at ease. Hanna appeared to be elated with having new company, meanwhile, I found myself to be anxious… Pensive… And at times a bit paranoid. Hanna began to sense my moods. She looked at me as if to say, "What is the matter?" I just smiled and directed my attention to Mark who was noticing the exchange of looks.

When dinner had ended, I suggested we retire to the living room. Hanna offered to make us some coffee to go with desert cake as she was gathering the dirty plates. Mark stood up and I couldn't help but notice that he was sporting a chubby. I could see the distinct outline of his cock through his black slacks. I thought to myself that he mustn't have been wearing any underwear because of how far down his leg it went. I quickly adverted my eyes and looked to Hanna who was standing motionless and in awe. She too noticed the long piece of meat in Mark's pants.

"I can't wait to have a piece of your cake."

Mark's words cut through the air like a chainsaw ripping through an old oak tree. I searched my head for something to say, but no words would come to mind. Not too mention, I feared what would come out. Hanna finally mustered up her composure.

"It's a Cherry Dream Cake," she said with a smile and then left the dining room.

I looked at Mark, "It is too."

What in the heck did I just say?! Mark just smiled and I led him to the living room. I sat on the sofa and he sat adjacent from me on the small barrel chair. In a whisper, I asked if he had a boner . He said he was "half-way" there. Then I realized that Mark was a bit drunk and I suddenly became very nervous.