Revealed

I didn’t think he wanted me. He was barely even speaking to me. That next morning, though, everything changed. I knew I shouldn’t do it. We had been married for less than a year and I was cheating on my wife with her barely-legal trans son. I guess I told myself that Joey and I had finally found a connection and I didn’t want to spoil it. I rationalized that we would talk about it later, and it would be a one-time thing.

It hasn’t been a one time thing, though. This morning, Ellen called to say she was coming home from her business trip. Reality came crashing back in, in a very real way. This had to stop. Just as I was getting up the determination to talk to Joey, I saw him strutting across the hallway flaunting his cute peach of an ass in a jockstrap. Twice.

I went downstairs and confronted him. He denied trying to turn me on, even at the same time that he was stroking my thigh and asking if it turned me on. Of course it did, dammit! Before I knew it, he was climbing into my arms, we were kissing, and I had a couple of fingers thrust up into his warm wet bonus hole.