As John drove down the street that led to his old subdivision, he saw a large-ish jogger in a track suit and realized that it was his old cheating budding Pat. He was trotting along at a snail's pace. Sweat had soaked through his outer garments and plastered his greasy unkempt hair to his forehead. He was breathing so heavily that John could almost hear it through his rolled-up windows. Pat looked miserable and pale, like he might throw up soon. John couldn't help but feel a little enjoyment watching him struggle. Pat had salvaged his marriage by blaming the entire cheating incident on John. By telling his wife that John had been hitting on him unsuccessfully for months and had taken advantage of him while he was drunk. As the car rode past, he saw his former neighbor and sex partner finally give up and flop down on the sidewalk for a break. John chuckled a bit to himself.
The day went better than expected. John's youngest son had greeted him with a big hug and his oldest was significantly less chilly than he had been since the divorce. Before his son left John asked him if he would rather have his dad not go to his basketball game. The last thing John ever wanted was to embarrass his kids. His presence at the game was encouraged and a fun night was had by all. His ex-wife even asked him back to the house for a few glasses of wine.
They sat on Sarah's bed drinking and talking about everything: work, the kids, John's new house. It was very intimate. Unexpectedly Sarah asked: "Have you been seeing anyone?"
John wasn't sure what to say. "Not exactly," he managed.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I mean. I'm not in a relationship or anything." John was cautious. He wasn't sure if he was comfortable talking about this with anyone, let alone his ex-wife.
"Are you having sex?" She asked.
John turned red and laughed nervously. "So, is it a guy or girl?" Sarah had surmised from John's reaction that the answer was yes. John took a big swig and finished his glass of wine.
"It's a guy," he said shrugging.
"How did you meet him?" Sarah asked. "Is there just one? How many are there?" She had a slightly joking tone. For a moment John thought back to the time when they young college students. Before any type of relationship, she had been his best friend.
John laughed. "There's only one at the moment."
"Is he your boyfriend?" She asked, pouring herself another glass of wine.
"No. It's nothing like that."
Sarah looked at him expectantly. She made gesture urging him to keep talking. John realized that she wasn't letting this go. He also realized that he actually wanted to tell someone.
"I saw him while I was out running and then I ran into him outside of a liquor store," John started. "We started talking. One thing led to another and I invited him back to my place."
"What did you guys do?" She asked, her interest growing.
"We...had sex," John answered vaguely.
"How? Did he do you do or did you do him?"
John was on another glass of wine now. He sat on the bed next to Sarah and said. "He did me... on the couch in my living room," John continued. "First from behind and then he turned me over."
"Turned you over?" Sarah said, not quite understanding the mechanics of gay sex.
"Yea, on my back."
"How does that... work?"
"I just laid on my back and lifted my legs up. If you think about it, it makes sense."
"Did you go down on him?" John was taken aback. He had never heard Sarah talk like this before.
"Yes," John answered.
"Hmm." Sarah said, thinking about everything that John had just told her. In the few moments of silence, John realized that thinking about that night and talking about it out loud had started to arouse him. Sarah had moved closer to him on the bed.
"Is there anything else?" The tone of her voice was different now. He decided to leave out the part about swallowing Leo's cum and also the part where he got a facial, but just thinking about it had given him an erection. Sarah noticed. John started to feel embarrassed and made a move to cover himself.
