A week had passed since I'd gotten drunk and fucked my wife's BFF on the couch as Cindy, my wife, lay in the hospital 7 months pregnant with my unborn child.
He was our roommate and slept on the sofa while Cindy and I shared the bedroom. More on that in Part One if you want to catch up on the background.
Anyway, I'd gotten drunk and he basically seduced me.
I'm straight. I've never done anything with a guy before, and only did it with him because it had been 7 months without sex from my pregnant wife...
Oh, and I was drunk...
Like REALLY drunk.
That day I'd killed half a bottle of Jack Daniels right before it happened. So that combined with my blue balls is why it happened.
It happened once, and I told myself it wasn't going to happen again.
I mean... I'm not gay and this was just a one-time thing.
Not that I have any complaints. Chad, the little twink who's still a cheerleader for Ohio State and does yoga gave me the best blow job I've ever had.
There was something about his big blue eyes looking up at me from between my big, muscular thighs as he throated my dick like Cindy---or any other woman---had ever done before.
And when climbed up and rode me????
OMG.... His asshole was tighter than anything I'd ever had before.... And his skin was so smooth as I held on to his thighs and occasionally gripped his round tight ass cheeks...
I think it's because I'd been so deprived of any affection--especially deprivation from sex.
7 months is a LONG TIME.
Anyway, back to the situation.
According to the doctors, she was not only on bedrest, but needed to stay in the hospital due to complications they needed to monitor over the next few days before inducing her labor.
Over the past couple of days since then Chad and I have acted like nothing happened.
He's off to school during the day and out at cheer practice or with friends in the evenings. I can hear the front door open and close around 10pm or so each night. Then, he leaves in the morning before I'm awake.
The few times we've bumped in to each other he's been very short and awkward.
This is CLEARLY a big deal for him. I think he feels guilty because Cindy is his best friend and he fucked me, her husband. Or... made me fuck him... I don't really know how to that explanation is supposed to work but you get the point.
They've NEVER held secrets from each other, so I'm sure it's eating him up inside.
Since Chad rode me last week, I've been getting hard-ons more regularly now.
Even though I'm not playing football for Ohio State after graduating last year, I still workout daily. I can still remember our old drills and workout routines.
I'm not in as perfect shape as I was when I played football for Ohio State, but I'm still in good shape. I'm 6'3 and weigh about 220. I still have defined abs and my biceps and triceps are still jacked.... I'm just not as shredded as I used to be.
The other day I was working out on one of the chest machines at Planet Fitness and I was really getting in the zone.
I was pumping out reps pretty easy because their machines only go so high on the resistance. For instance, I can benche 340, but their machines only go up to about 200 or so.
I'd much prefer to use free weights but Planet Fitness is $10 a month and that's all I'm working with these days.
Anyway, I had my headphones on zoning out to Joe Rogan's podcast when I noticed an older guy--about 65 or so-- staring in my direction from the stair master machine.
I didn't think anything of it, so I hit another set....but he was still looking in my direction.
Hard...
I mean...he was REALLY looking..
I looked around, then down and BOOM, there's my cock hard as a brick, laying across my right thigh throbbing to the beat of my heart and putting on a show for all the members at PF right then.
Like I smuggled in a live ferret in my pants.
I was wearing gray joggers with thin, stretchy comfortable material...and without underwear because since Cindy's been at the hospital the house is a mess and laundry needs to be done.
I get up and walk to the bathroom to chill for a bit and let this boner go down before walking out like Pinnochio.
I'm sitting in the locker room facing the lockers...continuing to listen to my podcast when the older gentleman from earlier who was staring comes and opens one of the lockers just ahead of where I was sitting...
He looked in my direction and said something... I couldn't hear because my headphones were on.
I took one ear off just to hear what he was saying.
"Are you a personal trainer?," he asked.
"Uhhh, no..." I replied.
"Oh, because you're in good shape and I just figured you were," he continued.
"If you ever decided to train me I'd be pretty generous with compensating you---say a $300 or so just for your time," the guy continued, then winked.
I just chuckled nervously...
"You let me know if you change your mind... or if you need some help with ummm... with that," he said.
Wow...
I'm such a sexually frustrated mess that I'm throbbing at the gym and getting propositioned.
As the guy opened his gym locker to get his bag, I actually considered what he was saying.
I mean, I'm broke. Like FLAT BROKE.
My wife has been in the hospital for a week, and I have like $7 in my account until she gets out of the hospital.
....unless I want to be an asshole and ask her for her debit card where her direct deposit hits as she lays in the hospital bed waiting to have our child.
I can't believe that I actually considered his offer. Even if for a moment.
I waited until my throbbing hard-on minimized to a mere chubby and headed to the car. On the way home I stopped at Aldi to get something to cook and headed to the house.
As I put my key in the lock, I could smell the aroma of food.
Chad was home cooking fajitas.
"Oh my God that smells fucking amazing," I said.
"I hope so," Chad said.
Those were the first three words he'd said to me since... you know.
"There wasn't anything to eat so I figured I'd cook something," he continued.
