It makes sense to start at the beginning but the beginning is hard to pin down. Maybe it's best to go back to when I was 35 and, to the outside world, happily married to Anna.
We had now been married 15 years and she had been my first love. We had decided not to have kids and that was what was making things easier, now we did not get on so well.
Now, I'm no oil-painting, short black hair, green eyes and sticky-out ears but even I was annoyed at how Anna had let herself go. Originally a size 14, she was now up to 22. She had been a pretty girl, natural blonde, with blue eyes and a cute button nose but now the first I noticed was her double chin. Call me vain but I no longer fancied her.
Things came to a head one Sunday when she started complaining about me not being affectionate any more. My response was the beginning of the end for us.
"Do you blame me? The way you're piling on the weight I can't even get my arms around you."
She was shocked but hit back. "So you're saying I'm fat?"
"No shit Sherlock. Collect your prize of another chicolate bar on the way out." It was nasty and I regretted saying it as soon as the words came out.
"You utter bastard!" she spat and she threw a nearby cup at me.
Her aim was off and it smashed against the wall. It was enough to stop us both talking. We stood in shock for a couple of minutes and then I advanced, opening my arms.
"Fuck off, you can't get your arms round me, remember?"
"I'll get some stuff together, it's best I go."
"Yes, it is. Congratulations, you've just ended our marriage." Anna added, almost triumphantly.
I spent the next 3 weeks at a cheap hotel, until I was surprised to find she had moved in with a friend, a male friend and left the flat for me to pay for.
I was only just back when a letter came in advising of our 'cruise itinerary'. I had totally forgotten about our booking a ten night Mediterranean cruise. It had been booked in my name and so I wanted to take advantage of it and get away.
I decided to phone the company we booked with and see if I could get a refund for her booking. A slim chance but nothing ventured, nothing gained.
"I'm sorry, sir but their is no refund available. You will still have the cabin." The girl on the other end of the line sounded truly sorry.
"Are there any options open?" I asked in a desperate tone.
"Well, and stop me if this sounds silly, you could transfer your wife's name to another....but it needs to be done quick. You only have six days left to change, then it's locked in."
"Really? Well thank you, I'll see what I can do."
I hung up the phone and sat puzzled. My best solution was to advertise on Social media but I was not naive enough to think a lady would volunteer herself, for the obvious reasons. I decided to open my search to include men or women.
After much thought, I came up with the following.
'Due to personal circumstances, one of the intended passengers on a cruise booked for two, has pulled out. Now looking for male or female who wish to take the opportunity of a half price holiday. Absolutely no strings attached. Regards Sam. '
There wasn't exactly a flood of interest but on the third day, an email arrived from a guy called Darren. He was really keen and even offered two thirds of the price. I arranged to meet him later that evening, to see if we could work it out.
We met for a coffee and the first thing that struck me was his appearance. He showed me his passport, which stated he was 25 but he looked like he could have been the son I never had. He was quite small, only 5"4, but had clean white skin and blonde hair that reminded me of Anna.
We chatted and got on really well. On a couple of occasions, when I caught his eyes, a strange feeling went through me and I definitely stiffened.
"There is one thing I should tell you, it's only fair." He added hesitantly.
"Go ahead, what's the worst it can be?" I joked with him.
He looked me straight in the eyes and said "I'm gay."
I raised my eyebrows but didn't respond.
He continued "Don't worry, I'm not going to chase you round the cabin."
That made me laugh "Not much room to chase in those things, you'd probably catch me." I realised what I'd said and knew it sounded flirty.
He returned the flirt "I'd rather you chased me."
The smile he gave me, made me so horny and despite being straight all my life, I wanted to fuck his pretty little ass so bad.
"So, the place is yours if you want it."
"Really?" He sounded so surprised.
"Sure, just get me your passport details and I'll get you signed up as the replacement for my wife."
He giggled, "I'll be better than her."
At that moment I had no doubt.
It would be another three weeks until we left and I surprised myself as I could not keep Darren out of my thoughts. Whenever I masturbated, it was him I thought of. I imagined his small body sitting on top of me as I pumped his lovely smooth ass. Where had these thoughts come from? I was straight, wasn't I? Then I remembered my high school days and a friend I had, named David. He was a small lad too, with the same milky white skin. I had tried to suppress the memory but it all came flooding back. That summer day when we swam naked in the lake and started to toy-fight in the nude. I was so much bigger than him and soon his ass was in the air, my hands pinning his legs over his own shoulders. At that point I had felt myself harden and I so wanted to fuck him. The tip of my cock was rubbing his hole and David just smiled and encouraged me on. I no longer had to pin him down, he had already submitted but not in a wrestling way. My cock pushed forward, bringing a gasp from David's lips.
After that was now a blur, all I could recall was David, on his feet, putting on his shorts whilst crying. We never spoke again and I had tried to bury this episode, successfully until now.
The cruise was to start in Malta and so a flight from Manchester, England, was required first. There was an older lady at the window seat in our row of three. Darren put himself in the middle and started to chat to the old lady. I heard him tell her that I was his father.
"Am I too old to be going on holiday with you, daddy?" He had turned to ask, his eyes betraying the flirty nature of his question.
"Nonsense!" The old lady piped up "There's so much you can do together." She added innocently.
My mind was working overtime and i put my magazine over my crotch, to disguise my raging boner.
