Twenty-twenty has been quite the whirlwind. Let me tell you all about it. My wife and I decided right after the previous Thanksgiving to do a trial separation. We were working out all of those arrangements and then BAM. March rolls around with a pandemic. It's been a fucking mess to say the least.
We still separated and I got my own spot. A tiny one-bedroom apartment. The kids see me as often as they want.
Ah, my bad. I'm Calvin Riggins. Forty years old. Peanut butter brown complexion. Two kids. Boy and a girl. Married for ten years. Waiting on divorce decree to be finalized now. Jennifer and I tried to make it work, but we grew apart. I'm a mechanical engineer for an automotive supplier.
Look, I don't mean to bore you with my bio. I'm sharing all this for the lead up to the crux of my issue. It was September and the pandemic was in full effect. But the gym had reopened and I committed to myself to start working more regularly at forty. So I was holding fast to that.
One evening, I'd put off hitting the gym. So, I decided to head to the edge of town to workout. It's one of the places that have twenty-four seven access via keycard. I pulled into the parking lot and hopped out of my Chevy Tahoe. It was just before ten o'clock. There were two other vehicles parked outside as well. I didn't know the owner of the eighties Camaro, but I recognized the red Honda Accord coupe.
Inside, I saw my wife's business partner, Chase. There was an older dude, who must have been the owner of the Camaro, doing curls. I waved at Chase, who was on a treadmill, and went to wipe down one of the rowing machines. Not long after I got settled in the old guy packed up and left.
I cringed at the awkwardness of the co-owner of the salon being alone in the room with me. He and Jennifer had been in business together for quite a while. He's a white guy, but mostly does Black hair. And yeah. You might've guessed. Chase is a pillow biter. That is - he's gay. Not that I have a problem with that. I just hoped we could avoid a conversation.
I glanced up. All machines faced the front door and the treadmills were directly ahead. Chase's big round rear end caught my attention. It was globular. And it bounced up and down in almost slow motion. I shook my head and looked back down.
I'd heard ladies in the beauty shop countless times comment on his 'ghetto booty'. And, I knew that Chase had gotten some butt enhancement over the years. I was aware that he had at one point been getting fucked by a city councilman. Much older Black guy. The councilman's wife caught them fucking in the basement of their house. Big scandal.
The fool resigned from city council and left town under the cover of darkness. Got a divorce 'in absentia', and I'm not sure anyone has really heard from him since.
Chase, on the other hand, stayed put and went on like it was of no concern. Not sure he ever admitted it to anyone even though the aggrieved woman told every person she saw for a month.
Dammit. I looked back up. The ass was phat. It'd been a minute since I had any and the pandemic had me overly horny. I was sick of porn and jacking off. I needed to fuck. And right now, I was contemplating fucking a dude's ass. Albeit, a very plump one. I exhaled and attempted to change my train of thought.
The moment I dreaded did not pass me by. Chase got off the treadmill and walked towards me. He was wiping his forehead with a towel. The guy was toned. No doubt.
"Hey, Cal," he said.
"Hey."
"How's it going? You know...with everything?"
"Pretty good. Thanks! You?"
"I'm good. Been missing you around the shop."
"Oh really?"
"God yes! You were like the only testosterone that ever came inside," he laughed. "No pun intended."
"You're crazy," I chuckled.
"Guilty," he snapped his fingers and cocked his head to the side. "Not trying to be nosy, but how's it going with Jen?"
"Shouldn't you ask her?"
"I guess. I'm sorry," he apologized. "My head's all out of whack with this pandemic."
"I get it. Don't worry about it."
"Oh, alrighty then! I'm gonna go turn on all the showers and steam a little. Take care!"
"You too," I said as he began walking away.
I followed his womanly ass with my eyes. And fuck if he didn't turn around quick as a motherfucker. My eyes must've bugged or something because he gasped.
"Feel free to join the steam room," he smirked.
"I don't have any extra towels," I replied.
"Nonsense, I've got some extras."
I waited a few minutes before heading towards the locker room. When I got there, Chase was running his fingers through his wet, dark hair.
"Hey," he smiled. "Have a seat."
"Thanks!"
"You're gonna keep on your clothes," he looked at me like I had two heads.
"Nah! Just gonna sit first."
I removed my shirt. Then, I draped a towel over my lap and removed the sweatpants.
"Nice chest," Chase offered.
"Uh...Thanks," I stuttered. "S-Same to you."
"Thanks, bro! Be right back."
Chase stood and walked away without the towel that had been covering his lower body. Jesus that ass was so phat. Damn near perfect I blinked hard and tried to look away. When he returned, he smirked, "I thought you'd like to see it naked."
"Huh?"
"My ass, motherfucker," he giggled.
"I, uh, uh..."
"Don't worry. I ain't gonna tell nobody. That ain't my style, handsome!"
"Uh...I think I should go."
"That's a shame," he pouted.
