Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2021 07:24:52 -0700
From: Elyrc Caledon <elryc.caledon@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting to Know Henry (Revised)

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  Any similarities between actual
events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are
purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts
between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to
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                           *** Getting to know Henry ***

When I was younger, and still married, I landed a job in Rockford, IL, at a
tool manufacturing plant.  The facility was insanely noisy, excessively hot
from all the ovens, forging hammers and baths used to form and temper the metal
for the tools, and the grease and filth that sprayed off of machines, conveyer
racks, belt sanders and metal polishers meant that one was covered from head to
foot in sticky layers of sweat and grime within an hour of starting a shift.

I was required to submit to a drug screening and to pass a physical to qualify
for the job; the company doctor had required me to strip completely.  When he
performed the hernia test, he explained the job required a lot of heavy lifting,
and he spent a lot of time assessing the integrity of my groins--almost--but not
quite, to the point where it felt he was actually fondling my genitals.

At the time, as I was married, I had made the determination to live my life as
a heterosexual male.  The doctor's actions were making me uncomfortable, and as
he continued, I suddenly felt like I was being subjected to some sort of test.

Finally, he finished up by tugging my penis straight out as far as it would go
and examining the urethral meatus for "any signs of STD's," as he put it and as
he was tugging, he made the comment that the owner of the company "hated queers."
(This was rather a long time ago, obviously).  I felt my cheeks redden a little,
but I remained silent at this overt hint.

I passed the drug screening and the physical and reported to work the next week.
What the doctor had said to me, stayed in the back of my mind, and increased my
determination to continue to butch up my persona as much as I could and to avoid
doing or saying anything that would lead to problems.  I needed the job; it paid
well and had excellent benefits.  The owner of the company tended to stay in the
administrative part of the complex, but sometimes he did come out and walked the
floors of the plant, talking to the various heads of the departments.

The amount of filth I was covered with at the end of a shift was overwhelming.
There was no way I was going to get into my car and arrive at home in such a
state.  So, I squashed back my hesitation and from day one, I used the gang
showers in the locker room, scrubbed all the grime and grease away and changed
into clean street clothes for the drive home.  The company supplied the towels
and also soap in dispensers, but I used my own soap because the soap in the
dispensers was too harsh.  I also brought my shampoo; so once I was clean I
didn't shower again until my next shift.

Most of the men would not use the showers; they would rinse off their faces,
hands and arms in the sinks, then pile into old junky cars to drive home in.
So, I usually had the showers to myself, which was fine with me.  I noticed a
few of the men would hang out by the sinks opposite the showers, glancing
furtively at me in the mirrors when they thought no one was looking.  There was
one guy, a fit and handsome man, who did occasionally use the showers, but he
stood as far as possible as he could from me and he had a perpetual sneer on
his face.  I was careful to avoid him as much as possible as I always had a bad
vibe from him, and indeed, a few years later, he did try to start some rumors
about me.

About a year after I started working at the plant, during the following spring
a guy named Henry, about my age, started in my department.  I worked as a
riveter and I trained Henry to do the same sort of work, riveting metal plates
at the bottom of leather handled tools.

Henry was newly married, painfully shy, and was grateful to me for helping him
pick up the requirements of his job quickly.  Prior to coming to work at the
plant, Henry had been in college, but with his recent marriage, money had become
so tight he felt his studies could not continue.  So he took the job at the plant
in hopes that he would be able to save enough to continue with his courses at
some point in the future.

Henry took his lunch breaks with me and we got to know each other.  Henry and
his wife only owned one car; Henry was walking home from work, their apartment
was about 15 blocks away from the plant.  Henry's wife had a night job, so she
wasn't able to come and pick him up in the afternoons.

The winters in Rockford are savage, with wind chills often below zero and sometimes
there are several feet of snow on the ground.

My route to work took me right past Henry's neighborhood, so I offered to give
him rides home, and I became more persistent as the weather turned chilly in the
fall as winter drew closer.  He hesitated at first, a little embarrassed to receive
what he perceived as charity, but I insisted it was no trouble to me at all.

Finally, he agreed.  But--because I drove a nice car, I stipulated he would have
to clean up and change out of his work clothes because I was not having grease
and grime smeared on the seats and carpets of the car.

So, Henry & I started showering together after our shift.  Though we were friends
we didn't stand too close together, typically he would stand at a shower head two
shower heads away.  Henry had a decent body, if somewhat on the skinny side, an
underdeveloped chest, thin flanks, flat buttocks and legs that were a bit too thin.
He appeared to have an average endowment; because he was shy his genitals always
seemed to be drawn up tightly to his body, so there wasn't much to see.  Henry
was circumcised, as I was.

Gradually we fell into the habit of spending time together after work.  My wife
also worked night shifts, so we were left to fend for ourselves for dinner.  I
would often bring Henry to my place, and we would forage for a bit of dinner and
then play video games.  Sometimes we stop at his apartment, watch a little TV and
then I would head home.

One blustery and cold afternoon, we decided we would watch a little TV at Henry's
apartment and play with Henry's pet rabbit.  It was a small rabbit Henry had
rescued from a construction site.  A rabbit's nest had been destroyed, and the
baby rabbit was nearly dead from exposure.  Henry nursed the rabbit back to health
and we would often sit on the floor playing with the rabbit which liked to run
back and forth between us, often begging for treats.

Soon after we arrived at the apartment, Henry said the apartment felt muggy, and
he pulled his shirt off and then we sat on the floor with the rabbit between us.
We both had taken our shoes off, so we lounged on the floor in our stocking feet.

The rabbit enjoyed being petted, and as we were both stroking its incredibly soft
fur, our fingers met occasionally, and it seemed to me that Henry's fingers were
lingering a little when we came into contact. I could tell he was in some sort of
mood, but I didn't ask questions, as I knew from past conversations with him that
if he wanted to talk about something, he would bring the topic up only when he
was ready.

"Do you know," Henry suddenly said, "When I had my physical, I think the doctor
thought I was gay."

"Really?" I replied, "He said something to me that was odd.  While he was tugging
around with my junk, he said something about the owner of the company hating queers.
I remember it embarrassed me and I was sort of afraid someone would overhear him."

"Yeah, he said something like that to me too," Henry said, "He also said my
penis was on the small side of normal and asked me if I'd had any hormonal issues
while I was growing up."

"What!" I exclaimed, "I've never had a doctor comment on the size of my dick.
That guy is an asshole."

"Do you think it's really small?" Henry asked, as he blushed a little, and he
didn't look at me.

"I have the impression you're completely normal Henry," I quickly said, "I read
in a men's magazine that the normal penis size is between 5 and 7 inches, with
most guys falling somewhere in between.  I fall within that range.  We can't all
be porn stars you know."

I felt a bit protective of Henry's feelings, and I reiterated that I felt the
doctor was a total jerk.

"Maybe," was Henry's response, then he said "Would you mind taking a closer look,
as a friend?"

"Henry, I'm no doctor," I replied, feeling a little shocked and a bit excited too.
We were entering territory that I had forbidden to myself long ago.

"I'd like someone else's opinion, that's all."

"Okay," I replied, "If it would make you feel better."

Henry picked up the rabbit at that point, and returned it to the hutch he had
built to house the rabbit in, which was located at the back of the small kitchen.
Then he returned to the room.

"Well," he said, with a bit of a nervous quaver in his voice, "How would you
like to do this?"

"Just pretend we are at the showers, and shuck your pants off," I said, as I
moved up off the floor and sat in a chair, "I've seen you naked hundreds of
times, so there's no need to be nervous."

"I'm nervous at the showers and I think that's part of the problem.  I shrink
up."

"I don't think it's necessarily a problem Henry," I replied, "Lots of guys are
nervous in locker rooms, I have issues with shrinkage too you know, especially
when there are ugly creeps taking peeks at me in the mirrors above the sinks."

Henry turned at this point and pulled his pants and then his boxers off, then
he walked over to me, his face turning red again.

I made a point of keeping my eyes fixed on his face as he approached and stood
in front of me.

"So," I said a bit nervously, "What exactly do you want me to look at?  Dick
size is all relative Henry."

"Just take a look and let me know what you think I guess."

I allowed my eyes to drop to Henry's crotch.  He had a slight treasure trail
leading down to his pubic area.  He seemed to have a normal amount of pubic
hair, untrimmed as far as I could tell.  As per the usual, his genitals were
pale and drawn up closely against his body.

"Wait," I said, and I motioned him to stand back as I stood up.  "You're
really uptight and I think you'd relax if I was in the nude too," and without
giving him a chance to reply, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off along
with my underwear and I tugged my t-shirt off over my head and tossed the
clothing aside.  I pulled my socks off too and dropped them on the pile of
clothes.

"There," I smiled up at him, "Feel better?"

"Yeah, I do, thanks," Henry's face seemed to be less flushed and he looked a
bit more relaxed.

I sat down again in the chair and motioned to him to approach again.  His
genitals were still taut.

"You need to relax a little buddy," I said, "Think about a warm shower or
something like that."

"Let me stretch stuff out a little," Henry's hand moved to his scrotum and
he gave it a few tugs.  Sure enough, it relaxed slightly, and it darkened
slightly as the blood flow improved.  Henry also manipulated his penis a
little pulling it out and upwards, but it quickly retracted to a short
stub.

"Hm," I said, "That helped a little, do you want me to..." I let my voice trail
off.

"Sure, go ahead."

I reached out with my right hand, and gently grasped the glans of Henry's
penis, and gently pulled it out to its full length.  Henry stood quietly,
watching without comment.

"Let me see if I can get the blood flowing a little," I said, and I continued
to pull gently, and with my left hand I massaged the base a little, trying
to get the blood flowing into the organ.

The massage seemed to help, and presently, the penis filled out slightly,
and I noticed the scrotum was looking much more relaxed as well.

I looked up and gave Henry a quick grin, "I'd like to pretend I'm a doctor,
and check your groins."

"Go for it," Henry smiled back.

I took his left testicle, gently in the fingers of my right hand and slid
my fingers over the firm and smooth surface, and then repeated that on his right
testicle.  Then I pushed upwards into the scrotum, gently, and felt my way up
into his left groin, and then his right.

"Aren't you going to ask me to turn my head and cough?" Henry teased.

"Okay," I repeated the process on each side and asked him to cough.

"Well?"

"I'm not a doctor, but I don't see or feel anything bulging, so I'm going to
assume you're okay.  I'll send my bill in a few days."

Henry smiled at that, and I could tell his nervousness was fading.  His penis
and scrotum had completely relaxed as well.

I reached out and gently cupped his package, and felt his penis stirring a little.

"That feels good," Henry said quietly.

I looked up into his eyes, trying to assess his mood.  How far did he want this to
go, I wondered?  How far did I want this to go myself?  I was conflicted.

I felt his penis start to harden.  At the same time, I felt myself harden, and
glancing down, I saw I was extending out to my full length.

Henry had noticed my erection, and I felt his penis stiffen further, and pulled
my hand back.  Within a few seconds he was fully erect, his heartbeat causing his
erection to bob slightly.

I looked upwards and met Henry's eyes again.

"There's nothing wrong here Henry," I said, "You look completely normal.  It's
just your nerves when you're in the locker room.  I don't know why that doctor
was mean to you."

"Like you said, he's an asshole," Henry looked down at my crotch, "You have a
nice dick too."

I blushed a little and glanced down, if anything, I was even harder than before.

"Thanks, I guess it's feeling like it needs to participate."

Henry sank to his knees in front of me.

"I'd like to check you out too."

I spread my legs to allow him access.

Henry leaned forward, and gently stroked me.

"You're thicker than me," Henry observed.

"Not much, and I think you're actually a little longer."

Henry leaned forward, then I felt his mouth around me, and his tongue swirled
around the head and shaft.

"Ah," I moaned in spite of myself, shocked at Henry's boldness, then I lost
myself in the sensation of his mouth moving up and down.

Henry sucked me for a couple of long minutes, then came up for air, his
face flushed and his eyes were shining.

"I've never done that before," he said, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's great."

"Does your wife ever give you head?"

"No," I shook my head, "She's the type that feels sex is a duty, and we only
have sex in the missionary position.  She doesn't like to explore."

"My wife's the same way, she doesn't really like sex, it's a bummer."

Henry's head lowered and I felt his mouth around me again.  It was intensely
pleasurable.  Too soon, I felt my climax approach, and I reached down and
tapped his shoulder and gently pulled his head upwards off of me.

"My turn," I said, "This isn't going to be one-sided."

Henry stood, and I grasped his hips and guided him into my mouth.  I sucked
him gently at first, then grasped his hips even tighter as he gasped and
began thrusting into my mouth in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck," Henry gasped, "I'm gonna, I'm gonna, ah!"

Suddenly I felt him kick in my mouth, and a flood of salty semen began
spurting against the back of my tongue.  I'm not especially fond of the
taste of semen so I swallowed it quickly, and I continued to hold him in
mouth until he pulled back.

"Wow," Henry gasped, "I've never cum so hard in my life."

Henry fell to his knees again.

"Your turn," he said, smiling up at me.

I spread my legs and leaned back.  His mouth closed around me again, it
felt exquisite.  I was so excited that within a short couple of minutes
I reached my climax and ejaculated what felt like a huge amount of semen
into his mouth.  To his credit, he swallowed it all without choking or
gagging.

Henry & I remained friends for as long as I continued living in Rockford
and there is more to our story.

If you'd like to hear more about our relationship, please email me and
let me know.

And if you, Henry, happen to be reading this, email me and let's reconnect
even if it's long distance.  I'll never forget you.


~Finis~
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