The Boyfriend

At age 30 my life is in crisis. Like most men, I used to date girls. I had a few girlfriends in high school, though none of those girls stayed around very long. I attributed those short-lived relationships mainly to youth. By age 25 I had met Chelsea Lockwood. A month short of my 28th birthday I married her.

For years I had no clue that I'm gay. Had I known my orientation at age 15, I might have dated an openly gay 16 year old named Ken Thatcher. Instead, his 15 year old sister Jane became my first girlfriend. Four other girlfriends came after her by the time I had turned 20.

Let's backtrack to a time a few weeks after the wedding. The deep down desire to have a man sexually is rising to the surface. I started hanging out with Jane's brother and his friends at The Alley Bar. I tell Chelsea that I bowl twice a week. It wasn't long before I met Michael at that bar.

Michael Watson is a hunk. His thick hard pecs, biceps the size of a baseball and broad shoulders are the product of many hours at the gym. He turns out also to be a former marine and a combat veteran.

His hair is a light-brown buzzcut. His eyes are blue and lips thin.

Anyway, it was my fourth visit to the Alley Bar when Ken told me that a friend of his was coming to hang out with us.

"You guys will hit it off," he said. "You have some common interests."

I didn't have long to wait before Michael came to the table. We had a long chat over a couple of beers. I discovered that we did have a few things in common, high school football for one. We also happen to enjoy the same movies, the same music and playing golf.

Anyway the shit hit the fan on a recent Saturday afternoon. Michael and I had already texted each other a few times. He had come for a visit. It seemed innocent enough to my wife.

"Let's go down to the driving range and tee up a few balls."

He liked my suggestion.

We came to side by side 4' by 8' rectangles of artificial turf. Each of us had a bucket of 30 golf balls. I brought my own clubs. He was using one that belongs to the range.

We peered down range at a line of trees. The temperature on that spring morning was already in the mid 70s and would no doubt go higher.

Michael is a decent golfer as am I. Usually Saturday morning I would play 18 holes. He wanted just to practice.

We took our time hitting 30 balls. Finally by noon we were leaving the driving range.

Our eyes met. He put a kiss on my lips, its sound traveling a few feet. This was not the first kiss we shared.

Anyway by 12 30 we walked onto the course. I watched my lover's ball soar in a high arch and finally drop to the right of the flag. His first putt rolled inches wide stopping some 4 feet from the hole. The second putt dropped into the cup.

I had finished 9 holes 5 strokes over par and lost by a single stroke. Our long walk across the course to my Toyota led to another kiss before the ride home.

We came back to the house to find a vacant driveway and the wife's car gone.

"She's probably shopping."

Call it risky but I couldn't resist the urge to make out with Michael. We can hear the door and stop before we get caught so I'll risk it.

Under the late afternoon sun over the deck I pulled him into a deep kiss. We put our arms around each other's shoulders. My hand crept around his body and down to his waist. I could feel the sexual arousal. My own penis began to stir under his gentle rub. Before long there is a telltale bulge in my pants and his as well.

Part of me just wants to be naked. Part of me does not want to be caught in a compromised position. My cock is lying against my leg. His cock is lying against his leg.

We heard the glass door sliding. Michael and I took our hands off each other and turned to see my angry speechless wife standing near the threshold. The door behind her is still open. Her expression said it all.

Michael calmly left by way of the back steps.

"YOU Bastard," she screamed. "Get out and I want a divorce."

What can I say? She caught me with a man. I'll start apartment hunting tomorrow.

A few months later...

A chilly autumn day finds me sitting on a metallic chair facing Michael across a round aluminum table. We are each having a beer from the bottle and chatting. We're not living together but I'm seriously considering moving into this place.

In the meantime the house in which Chels and I once lived is up for sale. Our divorce is pending. My soon to be X wife chooses to stay in the house for the time being.

"I never should've married a woman. It created a mess."

Mike nodded. "I hope you have a good lawyer."

"I do," I replied.

A few minutes passed in silence except for the sound of cars.

I want sex with you Michael.

Part of me doesn't care that it's 1 15 p.m. I stripped naked to the waist leaving sweatshirt and teeshirt in front of the sofa, a brown leather piece. Michael stood and stared waiting for my next move. A few seconds passed then my pants and briefs came off. I stroked my penis letting it harden in my hand.

"Come here you," he said.

I took three steps toward him. He put his hands around me pressing my buttocks and groped. The look into each other's eyes gave way to an open-mouthed kiss. He slid a hand around to my dick. His fingers pushed my nuts in their sack.

"Aren't you going to get naked?"

"Yah," he said in hushed tone. "First jerk off for me."

I wanted to be comfortable so I plopped my butt onto the sofa and extended my legs. Bent on ejaculating, I pumped my hand rapidly with a tight grip on the shaft.

The cell phone clock indicated that roughly 6 minutes elapsed. Michael gave a smiling nod of approval as my cum squirted onto the floor.

Seconds after my climax Michael is naked. I'm giving him a lap dance on the sofa. My hole stretches to accommodate the girth of his shaft. My dick is flipping up and down. I grunt softly with every breath I take. I don't want this to stop.

We did stop a few minutes later. My hole is tingling. I leaned against him and he put an arm around my shoulder.

"My lease is about to run out."

"and you'd like us to live together," said Mike.

"The thought had crossed my mind. The house hasn't sold yet and I could really use the money."