ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 17
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Posted:Jun 21, 2021 8:15 am
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It was now 13 years since “Mr X” had introduced me to male/male sex, and I still occasionally think of how he enticed me to love him, and then unceremoniously and callously dumped me.
As I had mentioned in a previous Part, “time wounds all heels”! Sometimes you want to laugh at how karma kicks somebody’s ass, and sometimes you want to cry. Where “Mr X” and “Blondy” were concerned, my feelings were now numb.
I had already recounted that when “Blondy” moved in with “Mr X” he put “her” through college at his expense. He also paid all the monthly expenses. Oh, don’t bleed all over………..he was pretty well fixed, being a broker on Wall Street. But “Blondy” turned out to be a real bitch. When “Mr X” bought a beautiful house, he was foolish enough to put “Blondy” on the deed as co owner. A couple of years later, as a college graduate, “Blondy” decided to leave “Mr X” and then sue him for “her” half of the house. That took the balls that “Blondy” never wanted.
Moving ahead to the early 80s, the “cosmic switchboard” friend of mine, brought me sad news one day. Well I say “sad”, but I actually felt nothing over this. It seems that “Blondy” had contracted HIV and was in the hospital. Back at the start of those infections, anybody diagnosed with AIDS had an extremely short life expectancy. As it turned out, “Blondy” was one of the earliest victims and succumbed shortly after the infection was diagnosed. In any case, “she” died rich with the money she “stole” from “Mr X”.
As I mentioned, it was now the early 80’s and there was lots of fear among the gay, bi, and even “str8” communities. But mostly it was fear, and not caution. Guys continued barebacking and the famous NY Baths were shut down because they seemed to be the major cause of infections in NY. I personally knew about 5 hot young guys who died, because they frequented the baths and often got fucked bareback by 3 or 4 different guys in one night. If that’s not an invitation to an early death, I couldn’t describe a better one, except maybe driving 80mph off a cliff.
At this time, I still had been barebacking my young teller friend………… we’ll call him “F”, and I was getting a bit concerned. No longer was I barebacking anyone, except him, since I had broken his cherry and he seemed committed to me. Nevertheless, I was still concerned and stopped fucking him bareback. As it turned out, he had already started seeing a guy his own age (I found out accidentally) so I would have been ancient history in a very short time. All sex between us stopped instantly!
Now life took a big turn, not just for me, but for everybody. Nobody that I knew was barebacking any longer, and for good reason. Actually, so many guys stopped fucking altogether in favor of oral sex. Now I know what the medical profession said then………… that oral sex was still dangerous…………. But it was proven that semen containing hiv virus was not as dangerous orally as anally. Something to do with stomach acid destroying the virus. Nevertheless, I wanted no part of this. Actually, I had only caught a guy’s load one time…………… with my second experience, and I hated it. Never did it again, so from that aspect, I was totally safe.
I continued seeing my buddy with the “ cock” and was happy that I never got fucked, because trying to get his cockhead into my mouth was enough of a job, let alone getting it in my ass. No chance of that happening then or now………. Since I never had the slightest curiosity or desire to get fucked.
I felt safe with him, because his only partner was much older than him and certainly didn’t go out to clubs and looking for sex with anyone out there. And my friend also wasn’t playing around outside, because his work schedule had gotten heavy and he was also keeping house for his older lover. He was the one who often initiated a visit from me, because he had been horny for two weeks. He and I never fucked, but just were content with oral sex.
All this time I was keeping in touch with my former employer in the Graphic Communications Company. All of the guys were still there, including “J” and “B” and I got the sad news that my former boss, the man who was my inspiration there, had suffered a major coronary and passed away. I took that kind of hard because he was one of the few men in my life who liked me for who I was, not what he could get from me. We had always been honest with each other, and respected each other’s abilities. He was definitely someone to be missed.
Next time I’ll tell you about my new accounts………………
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 16
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Posted:Jun 21, 2021 6:04 am
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Seemed as though life was settling back to normal. I was a very lucky man to have survived that coronary incident and major surgery, and I was back on track with my career…………… though not as all-consumed as I once was. I realized that life is fragile, and we only go around once. So I pulled back on the work, and forged ahead on the sex………… LOL!
Now that I had expanded my home office, and hired a fantastic secretary, my business was better organized. No longer did I have to go out to see a , or some other venture (beach and sex romp, come to mind) but I knew the office was in capable hands. “E” was so much more than a secretary……….. she was in essence my “Office Manager”. Instead of finding messages on my answering machine, I found them written in my “call record” which made life so much easier. She also filled in my appointment book, and my ad schedule for my . She was a dream come true! I received many compliments from about how cheerful and polite she always was……….no matter what frame of mind they were in when they called.
One day, when I went to my bank to deposit some checks and draw some petty cash, this new, young teller inquired as to what kind of business I had. Of course, I couldn’t tell him, “monkey business”, so I explained to him what I did. He told me that he had studied some audio/visual communications in college, but never pursued it. So I had made a “new friend” and had the basis of a short discussion on each trip to the bank.
I was running late one day and rushed in for some quick cash. I told him that I had an appointment and was too busy to chat……………….he said, “I think you need some help”. I don’t think we were talking about the same help he could have given me.
He tells me that he works 4 days per week, from 9am until 2pm and he’s off Fridays and weekends. I said, “that’s nice, you have real banker’s hours”, so he hands me a piece of paper as I left. In the car I looked at the paper and it was his phone number with a few words written also……………”Call me, please……..555-629-3XX8”.
My long layoff must have affected my brain, because I wasn’t sure for the moment, whether he thought I could give him a part-time job, or if he could give me a “job”.
Two days later, on Friday, I called him. He said, “if you’re not too busy, stop by for breakfast. I can cook”. That sure sounded like an invitation to me. I accepted immediately because, number one….. I had not had breakfast yet, and number two………… he was cute, though younger than I would have liked.
It was only less than a seven minute drive from the bank to his house. I told “E” that I would be back in two hours and I knew the office was in capable hands. I had other business to investigate now (of course I didn’t tell her that).
The house was nice looking and I rang the doorbell confidently, since I assumed no one but he was home. Yes, he was alone, wearing shorts and a tank……….. slightly different gear than in the bank. He was preparing breakfast and the coffee smelled great. We sat down, ate and talked for a while. I found out that he was 22, graduated one year before that, and had been on the school riding team. He said, “go ahead, squeeze my leg”. That was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. His thighs were like steel, from all the riding and jumping over fences, where you body weight is fully on your legs, because your ass is out of the saddle. We’ll talk about his ass in a bit.
I guess what happened next was an automatic assumption on both our parts. We left the table and he “showed” me his room. Very nice, simple, modern room with a twin size bed. At that point he didn’t fool around. He threw his arms around my waist and pulled me in tight. I felt our bodies pressing together and my immediate reaction was a full-on erection. Wasting no time he got out of his tank and shorts in seconds………. and started undressing me. That also took about three seconds.
This little fucker was passionate and he wanted it all. We kissed, pressed our naked bodies together, fondled, played “deuling cocks”, until finally he wrapped his legs around my waist and placed my cock under his ass. As I had explained since my very first time with, “Mr X”, face-to-face fucking was my favorite position, with my partner’s legs over my shoulders. As he positioned himself that way, I actually got to feel the power in his legs……… they were like steel…………. and he had matching buns. Riding had also given him great abs. This was rock hard………all over…….... and I have no doubt that he could have wrapped those legs around me and broken me in two.
We had a fantastic bareback fuck (still prior to the discovery of HIV), and he actually damn near exhausted me.
I promised to call him for another “date” and I got dressed and left.
Damn…………….. he was GOOD!
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 15
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Posted:Jun 19, 2021 2:56 pm
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In Part 14, I mentioned a buddy who I saw frequently for sex at his place. He had asked me to meet him at a bar that was fairly close to him but about 6 miles from my house. I arranged on my one-night out per week, to meet him there. I arrived and he wasn’t there yet, so I walked up to the bar and ordered a Dewars and water, which was now my drink of choice.
About 8’ away from me at the bar, was a rather young guy……….maybe 20 or so, who kept making eye contact with me. I wrote him off because he was just too young. But he kept looking my way, until finally he smiled and walked over. He started talking and asked if I was waiting for someone, and I said, “yes”. So he apologized and walked back to where he had been.
After a half hour, I went to the phone booth (remember, no cell phones then) and called my friend………. Which I was hesitant to do because of his partner. I figured if the partner answered I could always ask for my buddy (Let’s call him “W”) on the pretext that we hadn’t spoken for some time. “W” answered the phone and told me that his partner wasn’t feeling well and went to bed, and that he felt he should stick around to see how he was doing. I said OK and went back to my drink.
“Little Horny” noticed that I was still alone and walked back. “Did you get stood up?” he asked. I said, “not exactly, but my friend has a scheduling problem”. He said that was too bad……………. For my friend, but good for him. He came right out with what he wanted. He said, “I’ve been thinking for a long time, about getting fucked, because I’m very curious, but I hadn’t seen anyone that I would like to do it………..until now”. I told him to back off, because he had no idea what he was saying. He insisted that I was the one………. And wouldn’t back off.
I figured, what the hell, he’s here, willing and certainly able (hot looking little mo-fo) so I asked him how far away he lived. He said right around the corner.
Now I believed him when he said that he had never been fucked, but he hadn’t mentioned that he was a total virgin. He had a roommate who was “str8” (or as str8 as society accepts) and nothing had ever happened between them. Actually his roommate was away in upstate NY, so he felt confident in bringing me home. As it turns out, my little buddy was so impatient and anxious that he stripped and threw himself on the carpeting and said, “fuck me man”! I tried to warm him up, some cuddling, hoping to maybe finger fuck him first, but he said. “No, fuck me now, no playing around” I couldn’t get through to him so I grabbed a condom and he spread his legs wide and up in the air. I had a feeling of what was going to happen and I was right. Lubed condom or not, it was way too much for a super-tight little asshole like him………..and I mean that both ways. As soon as I got the tip of my cock against his hole and gave the slightest pressure, he lets out a blood-curdling scream and shouts, “Get out, get out now”! That’s what being over anxious can do…………….I’d never let myself get into a situation like that again. In two seconds, I was history.
When I next saw my “-cock” buddy, I told him the trouble he had caused………. Lol.
No longer being an item with any one friend, I started hitting some of the bars that I had never frequented, or had never actually been to. One in particular was considered a “hot spot” because it was just blocks from the Fire Island Ferry, and was a hangout for guys returning from a day on the Island. Never having been there, I tried to be inconspicuous and just watch the way the guys there played. The layout was kind of different…….. with a 4-sided bar in the middle of the club. They had one bartender on each side of the square. No need to mention that every one of the bartenders was an “adonis”……… they were all tanned and beautiful……… wearing either no tops or thin strap tanks. Bottoms were barely covered by short-shorts of the day.
The rest of the layout was kind of peculiar, I thought. The lighting was also kind of weird. The bar was well lit, and there were tables scattered throughout, with dim lighting. But I noticed along one wall, there was one long bench the full length of the room. Kind of like the benches in Railroad stations. I started to walk in that direction and quickly discovered the reason for the poor lighting. Sitting on the benches, were some guys getting sucked by others kneeling on the floor. Likewise hand-jobs were in evidence all along the wall. That club was merely an extension of the famous “meat rack” on Fire Island…………. One area where anything went.
Strange as it may seem, that bar was too blatant for me. When I finished my drink I left……………….. alone!
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ONE MAN’S JOURNEY – Part 14
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Posted:Jun 19, 2021 11:38 am
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With nothing but time on my hands now, until I was cleared to return to my work, which admittedly was strenuous………………. The beach was my haven...... Just looking at those gorgeous hunks of manhood, with their tempting penises just hanging out there, was a “coronary stress-test in itself”.
The beach became my reality, rather than a distant wish. I was fully recognizing that my sex life at home was going to continue to decline for several reasons. The primary one being that “fear” on my wife’s part, that I would die during……..
I settled into the fact that though I was still interested in pussy, there would never be another woman in my life, because of the strong love I bore for her. I couldn’t even entertain the thought of being with another woman. Love does strange things.
As for the male/male sex……….. guys have said, “don’t you feel guilty being with a man………isn’t that cheating on your wife?....... Technically, yes! But my wife has never been able to give me what that original m/m experience had. That was a totally different part of me that I hadn’t known existed. Sex became the yang to my ying. If that doesn’t make sense to you, I apologize………….but I justified my actions by the way that I felt when I was with a man. So sue me !!!!!
My daily routine now consisted of showering, putting on just enough clothes not to get arrested in the parking lot………. Walking the one+ mile to the nude beach, and doing what came naturally………… and so easily. I was now feeling healthy, looking good, and again honing my pick-up skills. The beach was ripe with guys my age and younger, eager to explore. Sometimes there was a small beach tent, sometimes just a large umbrella, ……………but most often, just the large distance between us and the closet neighbor. I was jacked, sucked sometimes made passionate love to. But then, as now, nobody fucked me!...... I guess that was a holdover from the days when I believed that I was one hundred percent str8.
Along with my much improved health, and my over-all tan, and now svelt figure, I returned to the gay bars. To no one’s surprise, I had not been missed. Another evident fact from the gay man’s bible. Unfortunately, and most of you know this be true, gay men will immediately forget their previous “honey”, as soon as someone with a bigger “pot” comes along.
It didn’t take me very long to re-kindle some of the relationships at my favorite bar. Before long, I had enough friends to be instantly recognized when I came in the door……………… along with some free drinks. I did have to go easy on the drinking, but two or three Rusty Nails in the course of several hours wouldn’t hurt. Again, a blowjob was usually on the menu, behind the DJ booth, or in the parking lot………..it felt like old times.
About 6 months later, my cardiologist gave me the all clear to return to work. That had it’s good and it's bad points. I was given instructions that I was not to have the heavy workload and stress that had caused my problems to begin with. So I set up my “business plan”. I would take a few accounts, and I would set up a home studio in which do the work. No outside office, no large overhead, and no employees, and most of all, no fixed schedule.
I usually did my beach thing in the mornings………. 8am til about 11:30 or so, and then went home and started working until about 4:30pm. I was also being a dutiful husband and was cooking for when my wife came home from her job. She was enjoying her work outside the house, after raising the , and besides………….her income was now very important, because I was no longer on disability, but bringing in what my limited work allowed. Gradually I took over the grocery shopping, which made it easier to plan meals that I would be cooking. All was good……….. all bases covered…………… and I still had time to be with “the boys” and their eager talents.
I continued building accounts, but was careful not to “bite off more than I could chew” (not a very appropriate phrase to use here, I realize). I was rapidly approaching the limit of what I could do without help, also my physical studio space was such that getting one more person in would be tight. I applied for and got a personal loan. I used that to expand my studio and install a private entrance. Luckily I did land one good account that was bringing in a couple of thousand dollars per month on ’s own. I hired a very nice woman, who was close to my age, as an overall office clerk and phone receptionist. I didn’t need an actual receptionist because I wasn’t in an office building where people could come in unannounced. Anyone who did come to my home office, had an appointment………..but that was rare. Usually I went to them.
My hiring of this wonderful woman, I’ll her “E”, was the find of the century. During her interview, she told that she typed about 75 wpm, but never told that she was also a stenographer.. Back in the 70s they were both very desired and required skills for any office to run smoothly. Our working relationship was flawless. Eventually we got to the point where I could ask her to write a letter to a specific account………. with instructions like, “tell them their ad will run next week but we need cash to cover a few of their expenses……………. You know what say. That was it…………..I always got a fantastic letter and signed it immediately.
Now my time was a bit more constrained, but “E” worked from my 11:30 start time until she wanted leave that day. It was perfect!
I also had a long-time friend who lived just blocks from a Health Club that I had as an account. Once or twice a week, when I went the Club and did some small workouts, I would shower and stop at his apartment. He was officially single, but had a long time partner living with him. He worked later in the day, so our schedules were perfect for each other. His partner got home about 6pm, so there was no interference with my friend’s and my sexploits during the day.
This was the buddy with a gigantic -cock, that I had two 3-soms with………… but that’s a story for another day.
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 13
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Posted:Jun 19, 2021 8:03 am
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Well, as you can gather, I did survive the surgery. It was actually quite gruesome, and I won’t go into detail, but for 6 hours they worked over a chest that had been split like a lobster tail! It seemed I lucked out while on the table, because the chief of surgeons made an on-the-spot decision, to try a radical new procedure, which he alone had created. It was so successful that I moved from the OR to recovery to CCU, to a private room and out the door, within 10 days. Back then, the average patient for any heart surgery stayed 21 days.
Once home I still had restrictions until they saw how I was progressing. They started me on mild exercise, including the front stoop………… and of it’s 3 steps. I was permitted twice a day go out the door and slowly walk the driveway, and then return the house. That scope continued widening until, my own surprise, I was taking full flights of stairs and walking about one mile each day.
of the specialists OK’d sex for at that point…………….but my wife was terrified that I would die in the process. I was now getting impatient, after having done without my favorite sport for such a long time. I was frustrated, annoyed and generally pissed off………….but I did understand my wife’s perspective. I doubt that I would have felt differently had the roles been reversed. The natural inclination is protect the one you love.
In a world without “Mr X”, “J”, “B”, and “Jo”…………. I was on my own. I wasn’t working so I had no outside opportunities. When I spoke my cardiologist about the “local” exercise program that he had prescribed. he said that I could probably handle longer walks, in the park or at the shore. Who knew that he was opening another door for ……………………
I had always loved the beach, since I lived just 7 minutes drive from it. So I asked him clear for driving………………. which he said was perfectly OK.
My wife had gotten a job augment our income after my surgery, and I was officially classified as “temporarily disabled” so unable get a job without losing my support. It was boring being home alone.
I decided go for a walk, and when I got back, I took a shower. Was it the warm water, the soap, or just ?…………….but I raised the largest and most rigid erection that I could ever recall. Maybe the surgery helped something other than my heart. No need say that I beat that sucker down with a vengeance………. Totally forgetting my previous concerns. Satisfaction is not the right word……………Euphoria would be more appropriate. OMG, jack was back!
The next day, after my wife left for work, I got into my car and drove to the shore. Just sitting on my car fender, in the sun, feeling the warm, salty air blowing over my body………… was virtual heaven. That became my “thing to do” just about every day that weather permitted. I started noticing the scenery too. Beautiful babes in bikinis and hot studs in very skimpy swim trunks. Drawing on whatever inner strength I had, I started venturing farther and farther from my car. Eventually I was walking about a mile along the shore. It was magnificent. But I also met quite a few of those guys that I mentioned above.
Some time later, feeling like my old self again, I walked even farther. Then I saw a sign………….”Warning!........... you may encounter nude sunbathers beyond this point” What the Fuck???.............. and who was the genius who felt that a “warning” was necessary? No need to doubt that jack persevered and continued on. I was totally engrossed in the living scenery there……………… beautiful is the only word to describe the awesome bodies………..male and female………. And the wonderful casual attitudes about their nudity.
Because this part of the beach was so far from the parking area, there were no elderly or there. For any of them to walk on sand for more than a mile, and then back, was a bit much, so that most in that area were younger. I also discovered that the further East I walked, the less populated the beach became…….. until finally there was probably 300 feet between sunbathers………. And they were virtually all men. This was a dream come true. It was like walking through a field of living mushrooms…………. All the beautiful cocks just lying there, waiting to be picked.
Believe it or not, I was kind of shy about being nude on a beach. I had never done it, but as with most things, I was willing to try. I threw down my beach towel, and slowly peeled off my clothes. I noticed a guy about my age watching me, and when I nodded to him, he smiled.
Damn………………I knew that life could be good here………………….
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 12
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Posted:Jun 18, 2021 8:51 pm
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They say that, “Life is what happens, while you’re busy making plans”. Well, whoever came with that was messianic!
In the 70s was a pretty bad recession on Long Island, not just , but we seemed be the hardest. Property values plummeted, businesses were declaring bankruptcy at an alarming rate and many people lost jobs and houses.
I had been in my office for about a year and half, but had been doing pretty well. I still had skeleton staff because I needed operating cash and also very qualified people to hire. Turns out wasn’t necessary.
In the blink of an eye, four of my top accounts declared bankruptcy within 3 days. , none of them fucked around………. They went Chapter 7, with no appreciable assets to liquidate. Shock wasn’t the word for it!!......................Between four companies, they owed my company about $45,000. Doesn’t sound like much, but in today’s dollars that would be close to the $2,000,000 mark…… just following the old adage that money doubles every 7 years.
I had my own accounts payable to worry about, and they didn’t want to hear any sob story about losing $45,000 in one felt swoop. Frantically, I begged, borrowed and stole (my own IRA and investments) to attempt to stay afloat. It didn’t work, and the pressure on me was mounting daily.
A few days later, at 4am, I awoke with the most God-awful pain across my chest. I couldn’t breathe, my arms felt like solid lead and I could hardly move them. I woke some time later in the ICCU of the local hospital. I had a serious cardiac event that was definitely going to require major surgery.
My wife in her infinite wisdom, got the members of her family and a rented truck, and cleaned out my office (except for my prized Karastan) so that the landlord couldn’t padlock the door and claim my furnishings, for breaking my lease.
But things weren’t going be easy. My particular surgery was still a rarity in the 70s, with two specialist surgeons in the entire country were performing . Bad news was that my cardiologist said I needed the surgery now………… but the waiting list for the surgery was out 7 months. So as with the rest of my life, it was a gamble…………… will I make it the OR, or will I be 6 feet under?
I was given very specific orders, along with several meds. Of course, sex of any kind was out of the question……….. though getting an erection under those circumstances was not a probability. I was instructed not do anything even slightly exerting. Definitely no stairs, ever! No lifting anything more than two or three pounds. Plenty of rest, no coffee, no tea, no alcohol, no salt, and I was reminded again, no sex………even self sex…….. HA!!!!! It seems that even the strain of an ejaculation was dangerous. In short, I was a fucking mess!
I was at home, but had be driven weekly my Cardiologist’s office be monitored by Electro-Cardiograph and Echo-Cardiogram. They even performed photo-imaging of my heart from various angles, to see it's action. The slightest change would have prompted adjustments in my meds and/or re-admission to ICCU. I was lucky that I maintained a steady level of heart function.
Being a 40 y/o guy, I was depressed that this might be the end of my sex life, in spite of the fact that I had enjoyed enough to last me two lifetimes………. Lol.
About two Months later, I was informed that I was on the short list. My surgery was scheduled at one of the best East Coast hospitals, in three weeks.
If you want see if I survived the surgery, you have read the next blog………….
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 11
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Posted:Jun 18, 2021 12:26 pm
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As the saying goes, “time marches ”…………… along with, “time heals wounds” and “time wounds heels”
My friend, the “cosmic switchboard” was still keeping apprised of the goings in the lives of “Mr X” and “Blondie”. (In case you had skipped that, “Mr X” was my very first m/m experience). They had settled into their lives in their new, very expensive house, with “X” footing the bills. “Blondie” had graduated from College, but was still not working and planned or not, their home life was disrupted. “Blondie” moved out, and with the biggest balls in the world, sued “Mr X” for “her” half of the house. Can’t say that I didn’t see that coming, and though it was time cheer, I actually felt sorry for the idiot, “Mr X”.
My career was moving along nicely, along with my home life and my outside sex life. No complaints here.
I was in my fifth year with my present employer. My co-worker, “J” was totally out of my life and thoughts. He finally decided to do what I was doing to him, ignore me. As for cocksucker #2, “B”, he occasionally requested and got my cock. But I was getting bored with the position I had with the company, and wanted more challenge.
A great opportunity almost fell in my lap. Over the last couple of years, I had managed to pick up several “private” accounts. These were companies that I provided graphic services to, outside of my employer’s area. I had reached the point where I was earning as much privately, as I was being paid as an employee. I couldn’t stretch myself any further, and my days were now going from the 35 hour work-week, to closer to 65 hours. I heard about a small office suite opening up just on the opposite side of that Shopping Mall. It was convenient and inexpensive. I closed my eyes and jumped. I had my own company.
My boss was devastated when I handed in my resignation. No shit!..... he really was. During the years that I worked with him, we had come to “read” one another well, and each had tremendous respect for the other. His first question was, “Do you want more money?” I explained to him that money would be nice, but what I really needed was “wind under my wings”. He knew precisely what I meant. Wished me all the luck in the world, and gave me the supreme compliment………..”If anybody can make it on his own, it’s you”….. and then he added,………..”Should you ever want to come back, your desk is here” You have no idea how hard it was to hold back tears after that.
A fringe benefit of my move was that my very close companion, “Jo” now literally passed my office on his way home from work. Once I was moved in and settled, he “worked overtime” a couple of nights per week, and stopped at my office, which I had conveniently furnished with plush Karastan carpeting. Door bolted, blinds drawn, both of us stripped naked and lying on that seductive floor. If that carpeting could speak, it would divulge some of the most fantastic sex that ever happened in an office…………..during or after hours.
Everything was moving along according to plan. I was now, away from both cocksuckers in my old company, so that never happened again. My business was growing and I needed to hire some help because my free time was now getting a bit constrained.
Whether by choice or a twist of f “Jo” went out alone one night, and before I knew it, he was “dating” a much older man. He made some serious mistakes with that relationship. The man had money………….. lots of it………… and gifted “Jo” with things that he could never afford himself. Whatever happened at home, the next thing I knew, his new friend contacted his wife and spilled the beans. “Jo” was no longer “in the closet” but openly exposed and heading for divorce court. I lucked out big time, because this bastard told “Jo’s” wife what little he knew about me, and said that “Jo” and I had been involved with each other. To his great credit, “Jo” told his wife that I had never been with him, and this was just bitterness on the part of the older man…………………… whew!
Once again…………. alone.
I rekindled the embers at home and we were doing well. I continued my occasional dalliances with attractive and sexy guys, but always leaned toward married ones, like myself.
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 10
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Posted:Jun 17, 2021 6:13 pm
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SORRY..... WORDS KEEP DISAPPEARING FROM MY POSTS. I EDIT AND PUT THEM BACK AND NEXT DAY THEY OR DIFFERENT WORDS DISAPPEAR........
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Moving from Part 9, and the vexing problems that I grappled with………
The fine artist “J” and I were really enemies at this point. Whenever he saw the phone, that smirk was on his face, and I was more than once tempted punch him out. I’m a lover, not a fighter, but he had stretched that word my limit. I wished that I could move my work area the other side of the office, but work areas remained static, and I would have formerly request “seat change” with another artist.. Not wanting be perceived as a little girl, or “catty” and have explain my boss why I wanted move, I let things go, and “lived with it”!
I kept telling myself that he was “nobody” and he had been the one who sucked my cock, not the other way around. Eventually his importance dropped the bottom rung of the ladder. I got so comfortable thinking that way, that a few times we made eye contact, and I returned his snide grin in spades, shook my head and walked away. Damn, that felt good!
But now I had my new “fan”…… I’ll call him “B”, who sat directly behind me, to contend with. Obviously he was under the assumption that he could request my cock on demand and suck to his heart’s content. I had to explain to him that I had a life, other then being “cock for the boys” in the office. I told him that “J” and I were history and no longer speaking, and I would rather that not happen between us. All settled down for a while.
Our office was directly across the road from a major Shopping Mall, and I often went there for a quick lunch at a burger place or Chinese restaurant. After lunch I was walking around the mall, window shopping, when I noticed this guy stopping at the very same stores to look in the windows. Several times when I was in the entranceway to a store, he stopped at the front window, and was checking me out through the “L” formation of glass. He knew that I was watching his actions and he became more and more obvious. Finally, he arranged to “walk into the entranceway, while I was walking out”. It was that awkward moment when you go left, he goes left and then you go right and he does also…………. Well you get the idea. It was as though we were about to dance. Simultaneously we both started laughing, which of course led to talking. He was a few years younger than I (maybe 30 or so), but he was my height and very good looking. We spent the remainder of my lunch time chatting and then said goodbye. Didn’t expect to see him again.
Next trip to the mall, I saw him again, and it was like old home week. He asked if I had eaten yet……….I hadn’t…………….he asked if I would be ok with eating together. Of course I said “fine”……………. Time flew during lunch. I found out that he was also married with ……….one more than I had……….but our work fields couldn’t have been more different. For ID purposes, I have to call him “jo” because “j” is already taken here.
We used to run into one another at the mall, intentionally or otherwise, and I started to look forward to our meets. He was originally a “country boy” from some small town in PA, and had no sophistication of the “big city”. That was refreshing because his thinking was all “down home”. We started to develop a real friendship.
Here, admittedly, my memory gets a bit fuzzy. I can’t remember just how or where we did, but we did have sex. And I remember how he wanted to be led. He claimed that he had never been with a guy before……… and being honest about it……I could easily believe him. We exchanged work and one day he called to tell me not to look for him because he hadn’t come to work. Of course my former friend, “j” was all ears, listening to my side of the talk. When I got off the phone, I looked “j” in the eye and winked at him and smiled. My way of saying, “Eat your heart out prick!”
Over the next couple of weeks, “Jo” and I got closer. We were the perfect physical match………. same height, weight, hair color, and even eye color. Frankly, several of my buds who saw us together, actually asked if we were brothers. I couldn’t tell them that we were brothers in a secret fraternity.
“Jo” and I developed into a tight relationship, and we did find ways and places to be together for rather simple sexual pleasures.
Things would get better over time…………………
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 9
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Posted:Jun 17, 2021 9:46 am
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When Part 8 closed, I had just experienced an awesome blowjob by a fellow artist in my department. That happened after many months of a close association at work, and not something I ever really expected to happen. But that’s what life is all about, isn’t it, the unexpected?
We continued on as friends at work, but the lunches came to an abrupt end. I guess they had served their purpose, and it was time to move on. He remained pleasant enough at work, but no more invitations for anything.
In my life outside of work, I was still pretty active in the bar scene, and always had a new friend to hang out with (no pun intended). Together we sampled different bars, of which there were at least a dozen that I recall on Long Island. We even went to the bar where the famous “Long Island Iced Tea” was created. (Just thought I’d mention that gem) Sometimes we went together and left together………… sometimes we went together and left separately, if one of us lucked out.
One day at work, one of my “bar buds” called me because he was going to be in the area, and wanted to meet for lunch. That sounded good, because since the distancing between “J” and myself, I hadn’t really had lunch with anybody. When I was on my phone (no cell phones then), I was barely 6 feet from “J” and he was obviously listening to my end of the conversation. When I hung up, he had this snide look on his face, and a kind of disgusting grin, that told me he thought he had discovered something nefarious to use against me. That was the final nail in the coffin of “jack & “j”!!!. After that time, any phone call that I received in the office, was never private when “J” was around. He would find an excuse to get as close to my desk as possible, so that he could get a good earful. Eventually, he and I had words and no longer spoke to one another.
Life continued, and my boss put me up for several salary increases in one year. I was happily fulfilled in my career, my home life………………………. and my m/m sex life.
Months later, before I left for lunch, I went to the rest room. I was standing at the urinal, when the door opened behind me. Suddenly, two hands grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. It was the guy who sat directly behind me. My cock was still hanging out of my pants and he dropped to his knees and started sucking me. I was a bit surprised, but nothing shocked me anymore. I said to him, “you must be crazy, what if someone comes in”…………his response was, “fuck’em”. Though the situation was tense and I was a bit uncomfortable I managed to cum and he was happy. I asked him what made him do that, and how did he know I wouldn’t kick his ass. He said, “I’ve known that “J” has been sucking your cock for months, so now it’s my turn”. Holy Shit!!!!
He insisted on dinner after work one night and took me to this out of the way restaurant. It was now late autumn, so it got dark early. He pulled into the back of the parking lot and before I could even open the door to exit the car, he grabbed me, pulled me back, and started unbuckling my belt. I knew what he wanted and I figured why fight it because he was quite good at what he did.
Later………… we went into the restaurant and had a very nice dinner. We didn’t order appetizers, because he had already had his………………….
…………………… and now we move on………………
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 8
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Posted:Jun 16, 2021 9:37 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2021 8:23 pm
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SORRY..... WORDS KEEP DISAPPEARING FROM MY POSTS. I EDIT AND PUT THEM BACK AND NEXT THEY OR DIFFERENT WORDS DISAPPEAR........
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So far I’ve covered the basic foundations of my life, and some of you have already formed opinions about my “good” and “bad” sides. That’s OK, what’s past is prologue.
I left off in Part – 7 at the point where I changed jobs from NYC to Long Island, closer to home. The change was staggering because I was now saving 20+ hours per week, that I had been losing in the futile race to get ahead in NYC. I was also saving all of the commuting costs of the RR and the NYC subways. The biggest gain was that I was only 10 minutes drive from home and I was once again able see the day begin and end at home, and not be on some stinking subway or commuter train.
In my profile I mentioned that I was a Graphic Designer, and my new job was with a promotional publication that actually valued my ability. I was free to create conceptual solutions to the various problems that were presented, and for the first time I was flying as high in my career, as I had been in my sex life.
The department was staffed by 12 designers, overseen by a Creative Director. He was very complimentary of my efforts, and usually approved my concepts on the first or second try. Whether that was because I was good at my work, or because that “magnetism” that I mentioned in Part – 7, actually worked as well in my career. I can say unequivocally that there was no sexual tension between us, nor was there ever any attempt on his part to make advances or compromise the work relationship. He seemed like just an average guy with a deep concern for the well being of both his staff and the product that we produced. I truly liked and respected him, and I sensed a mutual feeling.
I settled in very quickly, and the guys were not only fantastic creatives, but they were friendly and funny. There was one guy in particular who was a phenomenal cartoonist, who was the life of the party. If you had a problem that you happened to mention in the office, you could rest assured that when you returned from lunch there was a fresh cartoon hanging from your drafting table lamp. I remember one guy who had a slight prostate problem that he mentioned……………. Well, when he got back to the office, there was a cartoon of him, his rigid penis in a large cast, which was tied around his neck. I still remember to this day the howls of laughter that provoked.
Anyway, I digressed from my story, if only to show that my life was changing more than I originally thought.
One day the guy who sat at the desk in front of me, asked me to go out to lunch with him. He was pleasant and friendly, so I accepted. He was more of a serious artist who worked mostly in pastel chalks. One day he invited me to his home studio and I saw some of his many beautiful illustrations done in soft muted tones. He said that he would love to draw me. Nobody had ever said that to me before, and I shrugged it off with a laugh. But he was serious. He said that through my clothes he could see that I had a nice body, and my coloring was “perfect”. Yeah!!!!............ that’s what I thought too. He was giving me a bull shit line, just to get closer. I told him, “maybe sometime”.
After several months of really enjoying my new environment, my illustrator friend, call him “J”, again asked when I was going to allow him to draw me. I felt that I knew him pretty well at this point so I said, “how about Saturday afternoon?” He said that would be perfect. I took care of my home chores early on Saturday and my wife was planning on shopping with the girls, so I was basically free for the rest of the day. I went to his place and he was all set up for me . He had a nice armless couch in his studio and I sat down so that he could start drawing. He said, “ no, not that way. Go behind the screen and undress. I want do a nude of you”. Now I was getting that old feeling that he was just “playing ” me to get naked. I kept my guard up and did what he asked. He drew me in several different poses……………. very classic………….. and I was impressed with how beautiful the drawings were. He thanked me and we called it a day.
Our friendship continued grow and we had lunch several times a week……”dutch treat” so there would be no misunderstandings. I liked “J” a lot, but it wasn’t a sexual thing. When he asked me to pose again I accepted without hesitation. Again, he did some beautiful drawings, but even though I asked, he politely declined to give me even one of them. When he asked me a third time to pose, I told him, “only if I get my pick of one drawing”…………he said OK.
The next trip to his studio, he started drawing and then decided to put me in a very erotic pose. I was lying face down on the couch, lower part of my body hanging off, one knee on the floor and the other leg stretched along the end of the couch. My balls were in “freefall” and my butt was directly facing him. After minutes of that pose, he approached , placed one hand on my ass and the other on my hanging ballsack. What I had been expecting all along finally happened. He rolled me onto my back and started making passionate love to me . He sucked my cock and made sure that I gave him a huge load. Like the very first guy who sucked me , he asked for no reciprocation, but I was not attracted to him, and I would have declined anyway.
We called it a day, and again, no drawing for ………………….
I had been initiated………………….
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 7
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Posted:Jun 16, 2021 9:12 am
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SORRY..... WORDS KEEP DISAPPEARING FROM MY POSTS. I EDIT AND PUT THEM BACK AND NEXT DAY THEY OR DIFFERENT WORDS DISAPPEAR........Really getting tired of this, fixing it is a full-time job!!!!
After my friend, “D” left Long Island and I was enjoying the wild bar scene, things were happening very quickly. As I had mentioned in my previous post, I found it becoming more and more easy to hook up with guys….in a wink of an eye………….actually, that was usually the starting point. There were many a hot pick-up that started with me winking at some hottie across the bar.
But I did learn that I had a certain magnetism that attracted guys. I say that not as some conceited prick, but based on the many times I have been told that over lots of years.
I also learned that when you see something that you like, you don’t wait around for someone else to steal your chance. I have often risked a punch in the mouth by being “ballsy” and just forging ahead. I’ve been known to walk up to great looking guys, who may have made eye-contact with me, and say……..”We can waste the night staring at one another, or we can make the night together”. Can’t recall that I ever got shot down for using that line.
On several occasions we were invited to my wife’s brother’s house in Arizona, but because I couldn’t get the time off work, she and my went with her sister and family. I had my house to myself for two full weeks. Can’t recall how many nice young guys I brought home……………except for one. He was a knockout…………….totally out of the ballpark. Rather close to my height preference, but a beautiful lithe body which was fantastic to caress. He had this thing of practically melting in my arms when I put them around him. He was like liquid love, over my entire body. He enjoyed being fully led………..if I kissed his lips, he kissed back, when I explored his earlobes and neck with kisses, he did the same. When we got into a 69, he mimicked every little gesture that I did to him. It was an amazing night, and during our conversation, he explained that he had been in a committed relationship since he had graduated from college. But it seemed that the bastard he was living with was abusive, erratic and a drug user. He used to punch this around and several times threw him out of the apartment. If I hadn’t feared for my intervention becoming public and harming my own home life, I would have done my best to send this guy on a train to hell. When that beautiful young man left me that night, I feared for him, but he left a beautiful aroma of love and passion in my bed. Given the chance, I would have made him a life partner. However, I did wash the sheets next morning, lest I forget……….. lol.
I seemed to be at the peak of my sexual prowess and I felt nothing and nobody could get in my way. Actually, I look back today with annoyance and anger. I had become a fucking prima-donna bastard, who used his sex appeal to get just about anybody he wanted. Seriously………….I can count on one hand, the number of times some guy said, “no thanks”. I asked for and got , I got that I hadn’t asked for. I spent time with guys in committed relationships, who’s partners were away (just as my wife probably was). All in all, I was flying high, though I believed that I was not hurting anyone.
With all the freedom, I was still longing for that “one guy” who would corral me, and make me his. It’s been plain here from Part 1, that I wanted and needed just one guy to make me happy.
During these “bar” hay days, I got a chance to relocate myself. My house was on Long island, but I was still working in Manhattan and starting to hate the 4 hours per day for the round-trip commute. I discovered a job opening in a very respected and well known company and called for an interview. They told me that they were on deadline and had to make a decision by the end of that day……………Friday. I feigned illness and left work early and rushed to the train in order to make the interview. I left the interview, job in hand…………… and they wanted me to start the following Monday. Though I had started to despise the job in NYC, I told them that I felt morally obligated to give them two weeks notice. The new employer reminded me that they needed me now!................. but I said that I felt the obligation I had mentioned. That actually worked in my favor, since it showed a strong character which they complimented me on having. We arranged for me to start in two weeks.
There was a lot of preparation for me to go through, but I was relieved on two levels. First, I could tell the bitch I was working for (very politely) to take her job and shove it up either hole, that I would be history in two weeks. Second, I would be saving those valuable 4 hours that I had been wasting on commuting………….not to mention the ½ week’s salary each month for a commuter train pass.
I was entering yet another chapter in my life………… and so looking forward to it…………………….
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 6
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Posted:Jun 15, 2021 9:10 pm
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SORRY..... WORDS KEEP DISAPPEARING FROM MY POSTS. I EDIT AND PUT THEM BACK AND NEXT DAY THEY OR DIFFERENT WORDS DISAPPEAR........Really getting tired of this, fixing it is a full-time job!!!!
One thing that I failed mention in any of my earlier posts……. When my wife and I married, we had agreed that each of us could have one night out per week, “with the boys” or “with the girls”. I took advantage of that agreement much more often than she did, but she knew I would always take that night.
That chance meeting on the commuter train gave impetus to my now constant desires. He was a rather hot guy, blond hair, blue eyes, and for sake of ID………I’ll call him ‘D’. He was exciting and as anxious as I was to pursue some kind of relationship. He was also married, with , and we were the exact same age. As it happened, we were both working in the same business field, so it made it very easy to get close. Both our wives knew that we had a sympatico relationship. Of course, they didn’t know that it was so much more than work, that linked us so strongly.
He had a nice house on a canal on the South shore of Long Island, and a small 18’ cabin cruiser. He invited me out onto the Great South Bay for a short ride one Saturday and I accepted with no queries from home. It was fantastic…………speeding along over the small waves that were coming in from the Atlantic. We skirted the shore more than not, until we came upon a huge cluster of wild reeds just 20 feet from shore. He dropped anchor............ and dropped his shorts with it. He pulled me close and pulled my shorts down and started to gave me a great blowjob…………. for about 10 minutes, and then bent over the padded bench and asked me to fuck him. No need to say that I was very agreeable, and barebacked him. Something so pleasing about fucking on a small boat, with the waves contributing so much to the motion that I didn’t want it to end. Then we heard another motor coming around the reeds, and it was an older fisherman who looked at us quizzically as he powered by. I guess he was wondering what the hell was going on, because we had both frozen mid-motion at the sound of his motor…………… and he got a good view of two guys having a little fun time.
After we finished, he said that we better get back because the tide was changing and he wanted to moor his boat before it was complete. We tied the boat to the dock and said goodbye and I left in my car. Going home, I was recalling the nice feeling of once again being with a man. I never forgot, and looked forward to being with a woman, but there was a certain “danger” in being with a man. It’s hard to explain unless you have actually been in that place and experienced that special feeling.
He and I continued to build our special relationship and whenever we could get together, we did. Socially it was a bit impossible, since my wife didn’t care for his wife. She thought the woman was a domineering shrew and preferred not associating with her. Of course neither one of us indicated that to ”D” or his wife. We always just made up excuses so that the two women would never be together. Of course this was great for us, since it gave us more chances to be alone. We had sex all over………… the couch, the boat, in my home den, and once in a hotel. I was really getting into this life, but not without some guilt pangs about my wife. In retrospect it was working out, because she had some health issues that were not conducive to frequent sexual activity. That was how I justified my “cheating”…… that I was making her life easier, never thinking about my passion. Bad analogy but that was all I had to cover my desires.
He and I remained close, and basically exclusive to one another with a couple of dalliances on the part of each of us. Time-wise, we were kind of an item for over a year, with frequent get togethers.
Then one day, he got a huge promotion at work and he sprung the news on me that he was being relocated to Connecticut………….. a long way from Long Island. Again, without much fanfare, it was over, and I seriously don’t know if it affected him at all. I of course wasn’t devastated as I was the first time at the rodeo, but it hurt just the same. Mostly because he had been so loving, and a great piece of ass……… lol. Again I was left without m/m sex.
I hated the thought of “quick pick-ups” and always preferred working at a relationship, so I had to start from scratch again. Don’t get me wrong…………. as much as I hated the “quick-fix” sex, I did what I had to do to feed the “monster”.
I found it was getting easier and easier for me to find willing guys. Admittedly, I wasn’t a bad looking guy and I was being very often by just guys who walked by or in restaurants and bars. Especially the bars. When I started the Long Island Gay bar scene, it mushroomed. I seldom had buy a drink………. Being ”gifted” drinks from guys twice my age, and I have admit that it was exciting. I had my share of few of them taking home (10 minutes from the bar) because their wives were out of town. They didn’t want much……….just a chance to suck my cock in total peace and quiet, without worrying who was going to be tapping them the shoulder. They were good “joe’s”………. kind and polite and always asked if they could see again. Wasn’t a bad racket, because they were never expecting any recip from ……….just lie back and enjoy
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This went for many months……………
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 5
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Posted:Jun 13, 2021 10:17 pm
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2021 8:07 pm
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SORRY..... WORDS KEEP DISAPPEARING FROM MY POSTS. I EDIT AND PUT THEM BACK AND NEXT DAY THEY OR DIFFERENT WORDS DISAPPEAR........Really getting tired of this, fixing it is a full-time job!!!!
Well, it took months, but I finally got over the -of-a-bitch......... i thought........................... I had a friend who kept me posted on what was going on with...... let's call him "Mr X" and "blondie",...... even though I wasn't hearing about them......It was a strange situation, because "Mr X" and I happened work in the same NYC skyscraper and I always felt as though I was going run into him at some point.
My worries were for nothing, since I got a job offer from a company that was way uptown and gave me good reason to rejoice that I wouldn't have to see him again. I interviewed, got a bump in salary, and I accepted the job and "escaped"...... But my "victory" was short lived................. very short lived. ... On a nice summer day I went out to lunch and as if fate had said, "Fuck you jack!!!", who do I run into in the building lobby............but "blondie"! She still looked as ridiculous as when I first met "her". Still the straw-color bleached blond hair with 2" black roots and about a pound of mascara on each eye. I was surprised that "she" approached me............ and then warned me never to contact him or "she" would find a way to contact my wife. I looked at "her" and told her, "Don't worry sweetheart, I fucked him, .......... he's yours now". ....... (Now that was pretty catty, wasn't it?).... Fortunately it ended . If my wife had ever been informed of my dalliance, she made a good job of covering it . I never ran into "Blondie" again................ thinking "she" chose not to get too close.
As I mentioned, my sources on the inside continued to tell me about the well-matched couple, in spite of my outward protests not to be informed. Time marched on and the "happy couple" moved in together, and months later I heard that "Mr X" was putting "Blondie" through college. What a dumb move............ but nobody ever said that extremely handsome men always have brains.
I'm going to shelve the "World's Greatest Love Story" for now and tell you what happened with my own "little monster" that refused to go back into the closet. It was almost a year now, since that first encounter with, "Mr X", and I was actually missing the m/m sex. Yeah, I know......... sucks doesn't it?..... He opened the closet door and now I couldn't close it. Now, I was actively looking for opportunities with other men my own age, who were preferably married also. One night I worked l and left the office about 9pm for a 10 m commuter train. The cars were almost empty and this guy gets and takes the window seat facing ... in one of those 4-seat arrangements. We started talking and one thing led another and I found out he lived two stops past mine. I invited him for coffee, and he said yes..... We both got off at my stop, but the coffee shop was closed. I drove him to his stop where his car was, and on the way he diverted me down this dead-end street. It was dark and I never realized the amount of sex you could have in a car parked on a dark street.
That was the start of a whole new chapter in the life of a cheating husband who got hooked on m/m sex by a buddy.......................
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