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“That’s nice, Dale,” I moaned as he sucked on my neck.
My husband’s right hand was between my legs. His wet finger pushed into my ass. My cell phone phone rang and it momentarily distracted me. I glanced at the screen. Damien.
“Shit,” I muttered.
“Don’t answer it,” Dale growled.
I ignored the phone and returned to making out with my husband. A minute later, the phone rang again.
I let out an annoyed sigh. “I’d better answer it or he’ll just keep calling back.”
“God damn it,” Dale mumbled and rolled off me.
I grabbed the phone from the nightstand and answered it. “Hello? What do you want, Damien? It’s late and I’m already in bed.”
“Mason!” Damien cried.
“What’s wrong, Damien?” I asked my sobbing friend over the phone.
“It’s… Joseph! He… dumped… me!” he managed through wracking sobs. “He told… me… to… get out!”
“Dame, calm down. Listen, I’ll be right there, okay?”
“Hurry, Mason. Please!”
“I’m on my way.”
I hung up the phone and sighed. I rolled over and looked at my husband.
“What’s wrong with Damien now?” he asked.
“He said that Joseph dumped him and kicked him out.”
“He’s probably fed up with his drama.”
I stroked the little hairs between Dale’s pecs. Damien drove Dale crazy, but Dale got along with him for my sake.
“Dale, I know he can be a little bit of a diva, but he’s my best friend.”
“Mason, you bail him out of situation after situation every time. What does he ever do for you?”
“That’s not the point. I’ve known Damien for over 20 years. Since we were freshman in high school. I’m not going to turn my back on him.”
Dale shrugged my hand off him. “Do what you need to do. I’m not gonna argue with you about god damned Damien.”
“I’m sorry, Dale. I’ll be back in a bit, okay?”
I leaned in and Dale huffed, but then turned and gave me a reluctant kiss.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll be here.”
I got out of bed and got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and threw on some sneakers. I sped off in my car to Damien and Joseph’s house.
Damien was sitting on his front porch steps when I pulled up. I parked in front and sat down next to him. He had his face buried in his hands. I put my arm around him and he laid his head on my shoulder.
“What happened, Dame?” I asked.
“He dumped me. I…”
Damien started sobbing. I tightened my grip on his shoulder.
“It’s okay. We’ll talk later. I’m gonna go inside and pack you a bag, okay?”
Damien sniffled and nodded. He wiped his running nose on his sleeve. I rubbed his back and gave him a quick kiss on top of his head. I took a deep breath and stood and knocked on the front door and opened it.
Joseph was sitting at the dining room table drinking a bottle of whiskey. He looked awful. His eyes were bloodshot red.
“Joseph?” I quietly interrupted.
He looked up at me with a blank expression, then turned back down to his bottle.
“I’m gonna pack a bag for Damien. Is that okay?” I asked.
“I don’t care,” he grumbled without looking up.
I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t think of what I could say that would help. I went to their bedroom and grabbed Damien’s gym bag. I packed some clothes for Damien and grabbed his toiletries. Joseph continued to ignore me and I went outside and quietly shut the door behind me.
“Come on, Dame,” I said as I held out my hand.
He grabbed my hand and pulled himself up.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“You can stay with us until you figure it out.”
Damien sighed and got into the car. I drove home and parked in the garage. Damien followed me inside and I walked him to the guest room. I sat down on the bed and motioned for Damien to sit with me.
“What happened, Dame?”
“I fucked up. I… I don’t want to talk about it.”
Damien’s eyes began to water and he sniffled and shook his head.
“Please don’t ask me, Mase,” he whispered.
“Okay. Why don’t you get some rest?”
I gave him another hug and I helped him strip down to his t-shirt and boxer briefs. I got him into the bed and pulled up the covers and tucked him in. He turned away from me and his body shook as he started crying again. I rubbed his back for a little while until he fell asleep. I got up and shut the guest room door behind me and returned to my room. Dale turned on the lamp on his nightstand and sat up on his elbows.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” I said with a sigh. “He just said he fucked up. Joseph was really upset and was getting drunk.”
“How long is he staying for?”
“I don’t know.”
I pulled off my clothes and crawled over Dale and got under the covers. I scooted up to Dale and wrapped my right arm around his torso.
“He’s really messed up,” I said. “I’ve never seen him this bad.”
“Babe, I don’t mind if he stays here a few days, but I’m not going to put up with his shit. You’d better tell him.”
“Dale, please. He won’t be any trouble. I promise. Okay?”
Dale let out an exasperated sigh. I leaned in and kissed his neck and up his jaw to his chin. He turned and kissed me. His kisses quickly escalated and he pushed me onto my back and started to move on top of me.
“Mm-mmm,” I said as I pushed back on his chest.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not with Damien here,” I said.
“God damn it,” he mumbled. “The Spawn’s been here 20 minutes and he’s already in the fucking way.”
Dale often called Damien ‘the Spawn’, as in the ‘Spawn of Satan’. Dale said he was evil just like his namesake from the movie ‘The Omen’.
“I’m sorry, Dale. I just don’t think we should make love with Damien in the house. I don’t want him to hear, especially in his state.”
I kissed his chest and ran my hand down his smooth stomach. I tickled his neatly trimmed pubes, then wrapped my hand around his fat cock.
“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to take care of you,” I whispered.
I kissed my way down his muscular chest and his flat stomach. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick and wrapped my lips around him. I took his thick, cut, six inches into my mouth all the way down to his pubes.
“Oh fuck, babe… Nice and slow… Yeah… suck it for me…”
I swirled my tongue all over him as I slowly bobbed up and down, sucking gently but firmly. I went all the way up to the head and down to the root nice and slow, just like he liked it. I massaged his balls with my right hand as I worked him with my mouth.
“I’m gonna blow, babe. Oh god, here it comes…”
Dale’s hand moved to the back of my head and he began thrusting erratically up into my sucking mouth.
“I’m coming, babe!”
Dale groaned and his dick began pulsing. His semen oozed out in thick spurts and I swallowed as my mouth filled. When he was finished, I swallowed once more. Dale was breathing heavy as I moved and laid up next to him. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed my forehead. He let out a deep breath.
“Thanks,” he said contentedly.
I chuckled. “You’re welcome. Let’s get some sleep. I gotta be at work early tomorrow. I got a meeting in the morning. I love you, Dale.”
“Love you, babe.”
We kissed each other goodnight and rolled over. Dale was out like a light, which was his usual behavior after sex. I laid there for a while with my eyes closed.
Dale was such a great guy. I was really lucky to have him in my life. We’ve been together for six years. We got married in Massachusetts three years ago and things have been great.
I sometimes wonder how I was able to land a guy like Dale. He’s so handsome and athletic. Dale is a little older than me; he’s 39 and I’m 36. He’s two inches taller than me at 6’2″, but he’s much more muscular, whereas I am built thin and lean. We both have dark brown hair and brown eyes. Dale keeps his short and professional since he is a lawyer. My job as an IT project manager allows me a little more freedom. I wear my hair longer, down to my shoulders. I also have a nice bit of hair on my chest and a treasure trail from my belly button to my groin.
Dale says that I look like ‘Chuck’ from the TV show. I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.
***
When the alarm clock went off in the morning, I kissed Dale and climbed over him and shuffled into our bathroom. I pissed and then brushed my teeth while waiting for the shower to warm up.
Dale came in and stood at the toilet pissing. He yawned and stretched, then followed me into the shower stall.
“You gotta work late again tonight?” he asked as we washed up.
“I don’t want to, but probably. Once this project gets going, things will get better. I just have a lot of work to do in the planning stage.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Oh, don’t forget I’m hosting the game this week.”
Dale and his buddies played poker every week. It was an excuse to drink and smoke cigars and be obnoxious. I usually tried to avoid it.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be out of the way,” I said. “And I’ll make sure to take Damien with me.”
“Good. Let me get your back.”
Dale turned me around and began washing my back. As soon as he touched me, I knew what he was really after and I smiled.
His soapy hands slowly stroked up and down my back, caressing instead of washing.
“My ass needs washing, too,” I whispered and gave him a sly grin as I pushed back against him.
Dale moved closer and wrapped his arms around me. He pressed his hard cock into my ass crack and began sliding it up and down. He kissed my shoulder and up my neck. He licked my ear lobe and flicked his tongue along my outer ear, causing my body to shudder. My dick was now at full attention, standing straight up against my stomach.
Dale’s hand moved between my legs. A soapy finger pushed into my hole, quickly followed by a second finger. He slid the fingers in and out, stretching them and twisting them.
I whimpered and laid my head back against him. “Dale…”
“Hold on, babe.”
Dale pushed my shoulders forward and I reached out and braced my hands against the shower wall. He tapped my legs further apart with his foot. He lined up his dick against my ass, then gave a firm push. I grunted at the momentary shock of his entry. He held completely still while he kissed along my back. He moved my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck.
When bursa escort the pain started to fade, I pushed out with my muscles and leaned back slightly, causing him to slide further into me another inch. Dale groaned loudly. His left hand moved to the shower wall on top of mine. His right hand moved around my torso and slid up and grabbed onto my left shoulder. He started moving slowly, sliding in and out.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he moaned in my ear.
Dale pumped in and out of me faster and harder. He held me to his body with his strong arm. I looked up at our left hands. He locked his fingers between mine and squeezed my hand. I stared at our matching gold wedding bands as I pushed back against his thrusting body.
“Fuck me, Dale,” I panted.
Dale’s mouth moved up to the base of my neck on my right side. He nipped the sensitive skin with his teeth, then sucked it into his mouth. He clamped down and sucked hard. His hips slapped loudly against my body. He hammered into me hard and fast. I could feel his body tensing and I knew he was getting close. His right hand slid down my body and wrapped around my throbbing, dripping dick. He pumped his hand on my dick in rhythm with his hips and I couldn’t hold back.
My body trembled and I gasped as ropes of hot come flew out of my dick and splattered against the shower wall. Dale grunted into my neck and his hips jerked as he came inside me. I could feel his dick throbbing and I felt the warm liquid spurting and oozing out of me. It ran down my leg as he pulled back and pulled his dick out of me.
He laid his forehead on my back as he tried to catch his breath. He let out a deep breath and stood up. He put his arms around me and pulled me up to him. My legs trembled as I let go of the wall and stood upright. I turned around and kissed him. Our tongues met in the middle as we slowly kissed.
“Fuck. That was hot, babe,” he said.
“Yeah. I need a nap.”
We both chuckled and gave our bodies another quick once over with the washcloth. We got out of the shower and dried off and got ready for work. While Dale went to the kitchen to make the coffee, I knocked on the guest bedroom door.
“Come in.”
I opened the door to find Damien sitting up on the bed.
“Hey, Dame.”
I sat down next to him and took his hand. He looked like shit. Well, he looked like shit for Damien. Damien was perfect. He was stunningly gorgeous. He could be a male model. He had wavy blond hair and blue eyes. He had a ripped body. While I worked my ass off to just stay lean, he would coast through his workouts. No amount of crunches would give me abs like he had. I always felt inadequate around him. Hanging out with him in high school and then college, he always got all of the attention while I stood in the shadows behind him. Every once in a while, one of the guys would notice me. Usually what happened was a hot guy would flirt with Damien and his not as hot friend would end up stuck with me.
Of course, Damien knows exactly how hot he is. He can be a bit full of himself at times.
As close as we are, Damien and I have never had sex. Once when we were drunk in college, we made out and there was some over-the-clothes touching, but that was as far as it went. The thought of it actually creeps me out. It’d be like having sex with a brother. Eww.
“You gonna go to work today?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I guess so.”
“If you want to take the day off and hang out here… maybe that’d be a good idea.”
“No. I should just go in.”
“Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“He caught me,” he whispered. His eyes looked at me and then looked down. “He caught me cheating on him.”
“Oh, Damien. Again?”
Damien pushed my hand away. “I don’t need you to judge me!”
“I’m not judging you.”
“I just couldn’t help it, Mase,” he whined. “This guy… He checked into my hotel and he was so freaking hot. He’s an actor. Well, he’s going to be. He kept flirting with me… and we… we fucked. Anyway. Joseph saw the texts he sent me.”
I couldn’t believe that Damien threw away yet another great relationship for a quick fuck. Joseph put up with all of Damien’s bullshit for the past two years. That was the longest relationship Damien’s ever had. I actually thought that Joseph might tame Damien’s wild ways, but I guess not.
Damien had a track record of cheating on his boyfriends. He also wasn’t above stealing other people’s boyfriends.
Back in college, I met a great guy and we really hit it off. He liked me for me, not because he wanted to get to Damien. Ted and I dated for over six months when he suddenly broke up with me. Less than a week later, he started dating Damien. To this day, Damien adamantly denies that they cheated behind my back, but I know when he’s lying. I was so angry with Damien. He could have anyone he wanted, why did he have to take my Ted? Ted wasn’t even his type. Ted was a bear. Damien didn’t like bears. But he liked big dicks and I made the mistake of telling him that Ted was hung really thick.
I didn’t talk to Damien for over a month. That was the longest we had ever gone apart from each other. But when Damien got caught with yet another guy, Ted dumped him. Damien called me sobbing. I did what best friends do. I forgave Damien for stealing my boyfriend and held him while he cried.
I looked down at my watch.
“Dame, I gotta go,” I said. “We can talk more when I get home. You can stay here as long as you need, okay? But you have to promise to be nice to Dale.”
“Okay. Thanks, Mase. You’re my best friend in the whole world. No one understands me like you do.”
“I know, Dame. Me, too.”
He pulled me in and hugged me while he cried on my shoulder. I hugged him and rubbed his back until he got himself together.
“I’ll see you tonight,” I said.
I patted his shoulder and got up and went to the kitchen. I poured a cup of coffee and joined Dale at the table.
He looked up from the newspaper and pulled off his glasses.
“So, what’s up?”
“I told him he could stay as long as he needed to.”
I could see Dale grinding his teeth, but I didn’t say anything.
“So what happened this time?” he asked. “He get caught cheating again?”
I nodded. Dale shook his head. He put his glasses back on and returned to reading the paper while he sipped his coffee.
I quickly finished up my cup and grabbed my leather briefcase.
“I gotta go,” I said. I leaned down and gave Dale a quick kiss.
“Bye, babe.”
***
The week went better than I thought it would. Damien toned his diva behavior down quite a bit so that he wouldn’t piss off Dale. Dale went off on Damien once over leaving shoes in the middle of the floor, but otherwise they got along okay. There were a few times that Dale bit his tongue and wanted to say something to Damien, but he didn’t.
Friday night, Dale’s friends came over for poker night while Damien and I got ready to go to the movies.
Before the guys arrived, I helped Dale lay out the snacks in the back sunroom where the poker table was set up.
Dale gave me a kiss. “Thanks, babe.”
He gave me another kiss and whispered in my ear. “And thanks for taking the Spawn with you.”
“Don’t call him that,” I giggled. “I love you.”
“Love you, babe.”
“Hey, hey! There’ll be none of that kissing shit on Man Night,” Lew said with a chuckle.
I looked up as Dale’s best friend, Lewis, walked in with a case of beer. Lew was a straight, married guy. They were college roommates and became best friends, even after Dale came out. Lew is tall, with a little bit of a beer belly. He’s got spiky blond hair and hazel eyes. Lew’s a nice guy. He was Dale’s best man in our wedding. He’s got three k**s, two girls and a boy, ages 12, 9, and 6. His wife is kind of a bitch, though. I guess I would be too if I had to take care of three k**s. We don’t hang out with her.
Dale and Lew’s other best friend, Alex arrived next. Alex is a big guy. His dad was Hispanic, so he has those dark and handsome good looks. He was a rugby player in college, then joined the Army. After he got out, he got a job in corporate IT. Sitting around a computer all day, he kind of got fat, but he’s been going back to the gym and is slowly turning his fat to muscle. Alex has black hair, which he still keeps cut in a military crew cut. He also wears a beard, which he keeps trimmed short as well. Alex says he’s bisexual. When I first met him, he was dating a guy. Then he starting dating a woman. He and Susie had a baby, then they got married. The marriage lasted less than a year. I guess their son is about two years old now. Dale was Alex’s best man at the wedding. Dale predicted back then that they would never last, though he had enough sense to not tell Alex that.
The last of the group, Tom and Rick, showed up as Damien and I were getting ready to leave. Rick was a hot California surfer dude, while his boyfriend Tom was a tall and muscular black man.
Damien took one look at Rick and went into full flirt mode.
“Ooh, maybe we should stay here, Mase,” Damien said.
Damien flitted over to Rick and began massaging his shoulders.
Dale shot me a dirty look. Tom gave Rick a raised eyebrow.
“Thanks, dude, but the table’s full,” Rick said as he moved his hands off him.
“Aww,” Damien pouted and poked out his bottom lip.
Alex looked at me and rolled his eyes and I smiled and shrugged. Dale made a head motion for me to get Damien out of here.
“Come on, Dame,” I said. “We’re gonna be late. Bye, guys. Have fun.”
By the time Damien and I got back from the movies, the poker game had finished. Dale, Lew and Alex were sitting around the table drinking whiskey and smoking cigars and talking shit.
“Where’s Rick?” Damien asked.
“He’s gone home. With his boyfriend. Tom. You know, the muscular black guy that is going to beat the shit out of you,” Dale said.
“Too bad,” Damien shrugged as he plopped down in one of the empty chairs. “I thought we could get in a game of strip poker.”
I frowned. “Damien…”
“Ain’t gonna happen, buddy,” Lew said.
“Come on, Dame. Let’s go to the living room and watch some TV. Let these guys talk.”
“Okay,” he said. görükle escort bayan “Ooh, did you record ‘Project Runway’?”
“Yeah, come on.”
I grabbed him and pulled him out of the chair.
As I walked by, Dale grabbed me and pulled me down and kissed me. His hand moved to the back of my neck and he held me as he kissed me slowly and sensually.
“Missed you,” he said as he pulled away and licked his lips.
I wiped my mouth and frowned. “You taste like cigars and scotch.”
The guys all laughed.
“Where’s my kiss?” Damien asked as he leaned down towards Alex.
Alex covered Damien’s face with his hand and gave it a hard shove.
“Ow!” Damien cried as he stumbled backwards.
Everyone laughed at Damian and I dragged him out of the room. We went to the living and settled down on the sofa to watch this week’s ‘Project Runway’. I could still hear Dale and his friends laughing loudly in the sunroom and it made me smile.
After the show was over, I looked over at Damien and he had tears trickling down his face.
“Okay, Dame. Girl wasn’t that good. He deserved to go home for that hot mess.”
Damien wiped his face and giggled. “No… I was thinking about Joseph. I miss him.”
“Call him and tell him.”
“I’ve tried. He won’t talk to me. He won’t forgive me this time. I know I fucked up, Mase. But I did love him.”
“I know you did.”
“I don’t try to fuck things up… It’s just like… Like the universe is out to get me. It’s like I can never be happy.”
I was a little irritated that Damien just admitted to me that he had cheated more than once on Joseph. Joseph didn’t forgive him ‘this time’.
Damien had a tough life growing up. It was just him and his mom growing up, just like me. But his mom was emotionally and mentally abusive towards him. He spent a lot of time at my house. My mom always made Damien feel welcome. When Damien’s mom disowned him for being gay after we graduated from college, my mom even took him in until he got on his feet.
I always thought that was why he seemed so desperate to be loved.
“I know you’ve had a tough life, Damien. But you’ve got a great job. You’re healthy. You’re still young and insanely good looking. One day you’ll find the right guy and settle down. And you won’t even want to look at other guys.”
“You think so?”
“Of course I do.”
“It’s easy for you to say. You’ve got Dale. He’s so good to you. You’re so lucky.”
“That’s what I’m saying, Dame. One day you’ll meet a great guy like Dale. And you’ll live happily ever after.”
Damien sighed. “I guess.”
***
Over the next two weeks, Damien and Dale got along okay. I only had to break up one fight between them. But Dale and I were both starting to get a little annoyed with his antics. Damien was looking for an apartment, but nothing was ever good enough. There was always some nit to pick.
Dale was also getting very frustrated in bed. I didn’t want to make love with Damien in the house. It weirded me out. So we’d do it in the shower, or I’d give him a blowjob. We did make love properly in our bed a couple of times when I got Damien to go to the gym.
After four weeks in our home, I decided that I needed to tell Damien it was time to go.
It was a Saturday and I had to go in to work. I decided that I’d only work a half day. I wanted go home and make a nice dinner and let him down easy. I quickly finished what I needed to get done, then I stopped by the grocery store.
When I walked in the door, I froze in my tracks.
Damien and Dale were on the couch. Damien was completely naked. His head was thrown back as he rode up and down on Dale’s cock. Dale’s shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were still around his ankles. He was gripping Damien’s waist and was thrusting his hips up into him. Both of them were so caught up in each other that they didn’t notice me standing there.
The grocery bags came crashing down to the floor. Damien looked up and gasped in horror.
Dale shoved Damien off him. He pulled the condom off his cock and bent down and scrambled to pull up his pants. “Babe… Babe, I’m sorry. It’s not–”
“Mase, I’m so sorry,” Damien cried as he pulled on his clothes.
I grabbed onto the wall as I was overcome. My body was wracked with sobs.
“How could you?!” I screamed. I wasn’t even sure which one I was talking to.
Dale started to explain. “It just happened, babe–”
“Don’t ‘babe’ me, you bastard!” I screamed.
I looked at Damien’s crying face. I saw it in his eyes. This wasn’t the first time.
“And you!” I screamed as tears poured down my cheeks. “You were my best friend. How could you, Dame? With my husband? I forgave you for Ted, but not Dale. I will never forgive you for this! Never!”
Damien fell to his knees and sobbed.
Dale tried to put his arms around me. “Come on, Mason. Calm down. Let’s talk–”
I shoved Dale back as hard as I could. “Don’t you fucking touch me! With Damien, of all people. You– I–”
I was crying so hard that I couldn’t continue. I pulled my wedding ring off my finger and dropped it onto the floor. I grabbed my keys and slammed the door behind me. I got into my car and sped out of the garage. I pulled over to the side of the road and parked. I cried until I had no tears.
I only had one place to go. I drove to Mom’s house. She still lived in our little house in the suburbs. I sat in the driveway for the longest time. I saw Mom step out onto the porch. She came around opened the car door and pulled me out and hugged me. I grabbed on to her and I lost it. I bawled on her shoulder as she helped me into the house. She laid me down on the sofa and wrapped me in a knitted afghan. She sat next to me and softly stroked my hair.
“Damien and Dale have been calling for you,” she said quietly.
“They can both go to hell,” I spat.
“What happened, honey?”
“I walked in on them… Having sex.”
Mom gasped. “Oh, no.”
“And it wasn’t the first time. How could they, Mom? How?”
I squeezed my eyes shut and sobbed.
“Shh… It’ll be okay,” she said as she hugged me tight.
“How, Mom? How will it be okay? I just lost both my best friend and my husband.”
“You don’t mean that. Maybe–”
“Yes, I do. I don’t ever want to see either one of them ever again!”
I wiped my face with my hands and ran my forearm across my nose.
“I’m gonna go take a nap,” I said.
“Your room’s all made up.”
Mom sniffled and wiped the tears from her cheeks and I gave her a tight hug.
I got up and went to my old bedroom and laid down and cried myself to sleep.
***
Dale and Damien called me incessantly over the next day. I finally answered Dale’s call Sunday evening.
“Stop calling me,” I said.
“Mason! Please, don’t hang up. Baby, I am so sorry. Please, just talk to me.”
I could tell he was crying and it broke my heart. Dale was so strong. He never cried.
“Mason,” he cried. “Babe… Please come home. We can work things out. I love you.”
“I can’t, Dale. I can’t get the image of you making love to Damien out of my head.”
“We weren’t making love. It was just a f–. He seduced me. Look, it doesn’t matter. We can go to a ther****t, whatever it takes.”
“It matters to me, Dale! You had lube and condoms. You were obviously prepared to cheat. It wasn’t the first time, was it?”
The silence on the phone was deafening.
Dale finally spoke so quietly I could barely hear him. “No.”
“How many times?”
“Babe, don’t.”
“How many?!” I screamed.
“I don’t know.”
“How long have the two of you been…?”
More silence. My stomach flipped. I hung up the phone and ran to the bathroom and fell onto the floor. I barely made it as my lunch heaved into the porcelain bowl.
After I cleaned myself up, I returned to my room. I picked up my ringing cell phone and turned it off.
***
Monday morning I called in to work and took the day off. While Dale and Damien were at work, I went and packed up as much of my things as I could fit into my car. I drove back to Mom’s house and threw everything into a pile in my bedroom.
Over the next week, Dale kept calling and leaving me messages at least twice a day. Sometimes I’d listen to them, sometimes I’d just go ahead delete them. Damien’s calls finally tapered off.
Lew even called me once. He had called me at work, and it caught me off guard. He told me that Dale was miserable. He had thrown Damien out of the house and he wanted me to come home. I told Lew to tell Dale to go to hell.
I looked into filing for divorce and it was going to be a nightmare. Since our marriage wasn’t recognized by Michigan, we’d have to go through the Massachusetts family court.
I wasn’t sleeping well. Every night I would lay in bed pouring over the details of our life. Wondering what I did wrong that he would want to fuck Damien instead of me. Wondering how long they had been fucking behind my back.
By the next week, I was finally starting to snap out of my funk. At least I stopped crying. Dale’s calls tapered off as well.
I’d go to work every day, then drive back to my mom’s house. We’d have dinner and watch TV until it was time to go to bed.
I’d sometimes catch her looking at me with sympathy. Sometimes, she’d come up to me and hug me for no reason.
I had been living with Mom for three weeks when she knocked on my bedroom door one Saturday morning. I groaned and turned over and looked at the clock. It was 12:43 in the afternoon.
“Come in,” I croaked. I cleared my throat and sat up.
“You going to sleep all day?” she asked.
I sighed. “Yeah. No. I guess I should get up.”
“You have a visitor.”
“What? I don’t want to see anyone. Tell whoever it is to fuc– To go away.”
Alex’s big frame leaned against the door jamb. “I’m already here, Mason.”
“I’ll let you two talk,” Mom said as she excused herself.
“What are you doing here?” I asked. “I’m not going back to Dale, so you can save your breath.”
“I’m not here because Dale asked me to. I’m here to check on you. Everyone is so concerned about Dale. I wanted to know how you were holding up.”
I opened my mouth a couple of times to respond, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. Alex came and sat down on the end of the bed.
“So, how are you?” he asked.
“Oh, bursa escort bayan I’m just great,” I said sarcastically. “My best friend and my husband are having an affair. Couldn’t be better.”
“I reamed Dale a new one a couple weeks ago. I just couldn’t believe he would do that to you. He can be a real asshole sometimes.”
I opened my mouth to defend him on instinct, but then caught myself. He’s right. Dale is an asshole.
“Did you know that Damien is back with his boyfriend?” Alex said. “He somehow convinced him to take him back. Some people never learn, I guess.”
I sighed. “Yeah. How long has it been going on, do you know?”
Alex shrugged. “Don’t know. You really think it happened more than the one time?”
“Dale admitted it. When I asked how long it had been going on, he didn’t answer.”
Alex shook his head and mumbled, “That motherfucker. He doesn’t deserve a guy like you.”
I scoffed. “Yeah. Right. ‘Cause I’m such a catch.”
Alex opened his mouth to respond, but changed his mind. We sat quietly for a moment.
“So, what are you going to do?” he finally asked.
I shifted my position so that I was sitting up in the bed.
“I don’t know. File for divorce. Find a place to live. All I know is that I’m not going back to him.”
“I can get you the name of my divorce lawyer if you want. I mean, Susie and I had a mutual and friendly split, so it wasn’t messy. I doubt things will get ugly between you and Dale.”
“Yeah, okay. I’d like to talk to him.”
Alex pulled out his phone and flipped through the contacts, then messaged the contact to my phone.
“Thanks,” I said.
“So, how’s that project you’re working on?”
“A nightmare. I got way behind, but I put in a lot of extra hours this week and got caught up.”
“Is that why you’re still in bed at 1:00 in the afternoon on Saturday?”
I shrugged. “What else do I have to do?”
“It’s a nice day. Go play a round of golf.”
“Dale is the golfer, not me.”
“Well, that was just a suggestion, Mase.”
I saw Alex’s eyes travel down my body. I was wearing a tank top and a sweat shorts and his eyes rested on my chest and stomach before moving back up to mine. I noticed for the first time that Alex had gray eyes. I also noticed for the first time how incredibly handsome his face was.
He cleared his throat nervously. “You wanna go grab some lunch?” he asked.
“No, that’s okay. I’m not really up for it.”
“Aw, come on. You been hiding for, what, three weeks now? It’s just lunch. Come on. Get up.”
Alex stood up and grabbed my wrists and pulled me out of bed. My leg caught under me as I got out of bed and I tripped and smacked into his body. “Oof!”
My hands touched his soft pecs and his arms moved around me to catch me.
“Okay. I’m okay,” I said quickly as I pushed away from him. “Let me get cleaned up and get dressed.”
“I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
I scurried to my closet while Alex turned to leave. I saw him cut his eyes at me as he went through the door.
“This is a bad idea,” I muttered to myself as I reached down to my crotch to adjust my rock hard dick.
I quickly got showered and dressed, then headed downstairs. Mom and Alex were sitting on the sofa drinking iced tea and chatting.
When Alex saw me, he stood up.
“Thank you for the tea, Mrs. Weston,” he said. “It was very good. As was the company.”
“You’re quite welcome, ‘Alexander’. It’s nice to have a friend of Mason’s over. You’re welcome anytime.”
“Why, thank you, ma’am,” he smiled.
“And so polite,” my mom said as she blushed a little and pinched his arm.
“Oh my god,” I muttered.
“Ready?” Alex asked me.
I nodded. “I’ll be back in a little while, Mom.”
I gave her a quick hug and followed Alex out the door. I got into the passenger seat of his red Ford Expedition SUV and buckled up.
“Where to?” he asked.
“I don’t care. Anywhere.”
“Mexican?”
“Sure. Sounds good.”
Alex backed out of the driveway and headed into town.
“I can’t believe you were flirting with my mom,” I said.
“I wasn’t flirting with your mom,” he laughed. “I was being friendly.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not calling you ‘Daddy’, so you can just forget about that.”
Alex laughed loudly and I joined in. That was the first time I had laughed in weeks. I looked over at him and smiled.
We had lunch at Dos Amigos Mexican restaurant, which served authentic Mexican style food. The food there is always good. We both had a margarita with our lunch and it helped me to relax a little bit. I was very grateful that Alex did not talk about Dale or Damien.
“You know, I can tell you’ve lost weight,” I said. “You still working out?”
“Yeah. I try to go five days a week. I’ve lost fifty pounds so far.”
“Wow. Well, good for you. You can tell.”
“Thanks,” he smiled proudly.
We talked about his job as an IT manager and my job as a project manager. In fact, we talked and laughed for nearly two hours.
After lunch, he wanted to go out and do something, but I declined and he dropped me off at home.
I was a little surprised when he shut off the SUV and walked me to the front door.
“Thanks for dragging me out, Alex.”
He shrugged. “Eh. Anytime, Mase.”
He looked like he was going to hug me, so I held out my hand and he shook it instead. His hand was big and warm as he gently gripped my hand. He held onto my hand a little too long and his thumb slowly stroked the back of my hand. He stared into my eyes. God, his eyes were beautiful.
“Thanks, Alex,” I said again.
“You’re welcome, Mason.”
“Bye.”
I pulled my hand out of his and went inside and sat down in the chair in the living room. Mom looked up from the TV.
“Back already?” Mom asked.
“I’ve been gone almost three hours,” I frowned as I looked at my watch.
“Oh. Well, I thought maybe you’d go out or something.”
“Uh, no.”
“Okay, fine. Suit yourself.”
***
I got in touch with Alex’s divorce lawyer on Monday morning. I explained that the house was Dale’s before we got married. I only wanted my belongings and my share of our savings. Because we don’t have same sex marriages in Michigan, the only way we could get divorced was to be a resident of a state that allowed same sex marriage. What a nightmare. He seemed like a nice guy and he seemed to be sympathetic that he couldn’t help me.
When Alex showed up at the house again on Saturday, I was very surprised.
“Alex. What are you doing here?” I asked as I opened the door.
“You wanna go out to lunch?”
“Uh, maybe you’ve heard of phones?”
“If I called you first, you would have just said no.”
I shrugged. He was right. I would have said no.
“Okay, so get your shoes on,” he said.
He pushed into the house past me, leaving me standing there with my jaw on the floor. Man, he was presumptuous.
“Alex, nice to see you again,” Mom said as she came down the stairs.
“Mrs. Weston. Don’t you look lovely today?”
“Oh, stop,” Mom giggled.
She swatted his arm and he gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you for dragging Mason out of the house,” she said. “All he does is work and sleep.”
“Oh, it’s no problem. I don’t mind getting him out of the house for you. I know he must cramp your style.”
“Oh, you!” she giggled.
“You don’t fool me. I know a cute little thing like you must have them lining up down the block.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but I was speechless. I just shook my head and sighed and got my shoes.
Alex took me to a deli and I got a salad and soup combo, while he got a salad and half sandwich.
“Okay,” I started. “What’s up with my mom? I thought you two were going to start making out.”
Alex laughed. “Your mom is a sweetie. She reminds me of my mom.”
I nodded. Alex’s mom passed away a couple of years ago.
“Your dad is Puerto Rican, right?”
“Actually, my granddad was Puerto Rican but my grandmother was white, so I’m a quarter latino.”
“So do you speak Spanish?”
“A little bit. My dad taught me some, but English was his first language.”
“I never knew my dad… He left when I was a baby.”
“Well, your mom is still with you, so spend all the time you can with her. When your parents are both gone, you’ll look back and wished that you did.”
Alex looked so vulnerable right now. I wanted to give the big guy a hug. Instead, I nodded and smiled at him.
“You know, I think my mom likes you more than she likes Dale. She never laughs and jokes with him.”
Alex shrugged, but I saw the corners of his mouth turn up in a little smile.
“Oh, I called your lawyer,” I told him.
I told him what the lawyer told me and he shook his head. After that things got quiet and a little uncomfortable.
“All right. Let’s get out of here,” he said. “We need to do something fun. This is too depressing.”
I nodded and stood up. We got rid of our dishes and I followed him to his truck. He pulled out and drove to the other side of town and pulled into a mini golf/go kart park.
I frowned. “I don’t think–”
“If you’re not gonna play real golf with me, then you have to do this instead.”
“Shit. Okay,” I sighed and relented.
“It’ll be fun. I promise.”
Alex was right. It was fun. It was ridiculously fun. I had such a good time. We were both laughing non-stop the entire time. He won by a landslide, not surprisingly, but I didn’t care. I liked that he just wanted to have fun and not get all competitive like Dale. I really liked that he fudged my scores so that I didn’t appear to lose too badly.
“You wanna do the go karts?” he asked after we finished our game.
“Aren’t we too big and too old for that?”
“Nah. Come on.”
“Okay,” I shrugged.
I almost died laughing watching Alex stuff his 6’5″ 300-pound frame into the go kart. We both whizzed around the track screaming and laughing. I had more fun than I had in years.
After our go kart ride, we got ice cream and sat down at a picnic table.
“I had a really good time today, Alex. Thanks for taking my mind off things.”
“It’s no problem, Mason. No problem at all.”
Alex’s eyes kind of glazed over and I realized he was watching me lick my ice cream. His eyes darted up to mine and his cheeks reddened and he looked away. I smiled to myself and looked away from him as well.
When he dropped me off, he walked me to the door again. I shook his hand again and said goodbye. The door opened and Mom popped out.
“Alex, you’re leaving already? Why don’t you stay for dinner?”
“Well, thank you, Mrs. Weston. I’d love to.”
Mom held open the door and let Alex i
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