The Mayor Of Oak Leaf Court

My life had gotten so out of control.  I hated it.  I loved it.  I hated it AND loved it.  Maybe I should back up and explain how things had gotten where they are now.

Frank and Wanda Paulson had lived next door to my wife, Robyn, and I ever since we had moved in 15 years earlier.  But they’d lived on the block for over forty years.  They were what you’d call an institution on our street...the unofficial mayor and first lady of Oak Leaf Court.  They’d met in the early 70s while working on Capitol Hill as interns, dated, fell in love, gotten married, both continued to work on The Hill, and then retired at the same time.  They had also served as marriage mentors for Robyn and I.  I suppose the kids would say we viewed them as couple goals.  We'd moved in next door as a relatively new couple and Frank and Wanda had seen us through the ups and downs that every married couple goes through.  They were our biggest cheerleaders and always there to lend an ear or give advice when it was warranted or asked for.

Then tragedy struck.  Frank came home one day from an all-day golf outing with some former work buddies and found Wanda dead in the kitchen.  The doctors said she’d had a brain aneurysm and died almost instantly.  They told us even if Frank had been standing right next to her when it happened and gotten her to a hospital immediately, it’s not likely that they’d have been able to save her.  I don’t have to tell you that Frank was inconsolable.  She had been the only woman he’d ever loved and it was obvious that, all these years later, he was still in love with her.

For several months after, friends, family, and those of us in the court tried our best to keep Frank’s spirits up.  We’d bring him food, spend time with him, invite him to dinner, and try to include him in various activities.  But, try as we all might, he had become a recluse and was letting his health go completely.  I had managed to become one of the very few people Frank would interact with.  He told me it was because I never once used the phrase, “It’ll get better as time goes by,” in front of him.  I figured maybe what Frank needed was just to talk.  When we spent time together, I let him do most of the talking.  He’d talk about his life with Wanda and how much he loved her.  When appropriate, I’d chime in with a story about how they’d helped Robyn & I through a tough time.  He’d also talk about how much pain he was in.  More than once, he broke down in tears in front of me.  It was heartbreaking to watch but also made me feel good that he trusted me enough to open up like that.

We sort of got into a routine.  I’d spend a couple nights a week after work over at Frank’s house and at least one afternoon on the weekend.  After a couple months, baseball season had started, so we’d usually put on a game, pop open a couple beers and just hang out...often not talking much except to make an observation about a play in the game.  It didn’t really interfere with my marriage.  Robyn was a nurse and had been assigned to work the night shift.  Truthfully, hanging out with Frank kept both of us from being alone.

It was a little over a year since Wanda passed - and maybe three or four months since Frank had started letting me spend time with him - when things changed.  Out of nowhere, during a commercial between innings, he reached over and patted me on the shoulder.  “Don, I really want to thank you for all that you and Robyn have done for me over the past year...especially you.  It means a lot that you’ve been there for me and just let me talk, laugh, or cry without trying to badger me about getting back out there and enjoying life.  I don’t know where I’d be if you hadn’t been there for me.”

“Don’t mention it, Frank.  You know how much you mean to Robyn and me.  I’m here for you.  Besides, with Robyn on the night shift, it’s helped me out to hang out with you too!”

“Well, just so you know, I think I’m starting to come out of this funk I’ve been in.  I’ll never completely be over Wanda’s death.  But I think I might be ready to start living my life again.  You’ve helped a lot to get me there.”

“That’s great, Frank!”  I patted his knee in a purely platonic, friendly way.  “I’m glad to hear it.  Maybe the next night Robyn’s off, you’ll let us invite you over for dinner.”

The commercial ended and the game came back on, so the conversation ended there.  But a little bit later, the skies opened-up over the ballpark and a rain delay was called.  It was then that Frank made another out-of-the-blue comment.  “You know...  There are so many reasons I miss Wanda.  But a big reason is during times like this.

I turned to look at him.  “Times like what?”

“I’m as horny as hell!  I miss having Wanda here to take care of my needs.”  I must’ve gotten a strange look on my face, because he continued, “Don’t look at me like that, Don.  You know damn well people in their 60s can still have great sex!”

I laughed.  “I know.  I’m sorry.  I guess my look was more out of shock at you telling me something so personal about you and Wanda than anything else.”

“Why?  Over these past few months, I’ve told you a lot of things about our marriage.”

“Yeah.  But nothing about your sex life!”  we both laughed.

The next thing I knew, he was standing up.  “If you don’t mind, I’d like to give you a hug.  I hope you won’t think it’s too mushy of me.  I just want to thank you.”

I stood up.  “A hug isn’t really necessary, Frank.  I know how much I mean to you.”

“Don’t be so old fashioned, Don!  Men can hug each other!”  As we embraced and he patted me on the back - and rubbed - it struck me as funny that a man nearly 20 years older than me was calling me old-fashioned.  So I wouldn’t make things awkward, I hugged Frank back, patting him on the back.  He spoke as we hugged, “I really do miss her, Don.  So much...”

“I know, Frank.  But I think she’s looking down and happy now.  She wouldn’t have wanted you to keep on like you had been.”  As I finished talking, I began to feel just how much Frank was missing Wanda.  I could feel his cock bulging in his pants between us.  As we started to back away from the hug, Frank surprised me my kissing me on the cheek.  He pulled back a little further, still holding on to my sides, and looked me in the eye.  Before I knew what was happening or had time to react, Frank leaned in again and kissed me on the lips.

It was quick and soft.  When we pulled back, I couldn’t find the words to say anything to him.  I was surprised, but I wasn’t repulsed.  Before I met Robyn, I’d gone through a phase of fooling around with guys.  I’d put that part of my life away when I’d married her, though.  To tell the truth, it felt good to kiss a guy again, especially one who had been as important a part of my life for nearly two decades as Frank had.  After a few seconds, we leaned in and kissed again...longer this time.  After we parted again, Frank brought one of his hands up to my shoulder and lightly nudged me downward with a pleading look on his face.

It had been many years since I’d blown a guy.  But in this moment with the sexual energy between us so thick and electric, I felt myself kneeling on the floor in front of his bulging crotch.  As I pulled his pants and boxer briefs down, I now understood one of the reasons Wanda had stayed with Frank for all these years.  The man was huge!  He had to be at least eight inches long!  He was average thickness, but I was still nervous about being able to take all of him.  It turns out I wasn’t able to get him all the way down my throat, but I still managed to get my lonely widower neighbor off.  It didn’t take long, probably because he hadn’t had sex since Wanda passed.  As I knelt on the floor, recovering, and feeling his load slide down my throat, I looked up at him and I swear, it was like I was REALLY seeing Frank for the first time.  I’d never noticed what a truly handsome man he was.  Big brown eyes and a smile that really set his face off.

He put his hand on my shoulder.  “Don, that’s another thing I should thank you for.  I really needed that.  And I’m glad it was you...  You were fantastic.  Where’d you learn to do that so good?“

As we sat back on the sofa, I admitted to him, “I went through a phase before I met Robyn.”

He smirked at me, “Damn!  If only I’d known sooner...”  His eyes diverted to my crotch.  It was then that I realized blowing him had given me a boner.  With no words, he reached over and undid my pants, ready to reciprocate.  That night, before I left to walk across the lawn back to my house, we spent more time making out on his sofa.

It turns out that wouldn’t be the last time we’d help each other out.  Mutual blow jobs and make out sessions became a regular part of our visits.  I should’ve been hating every minute of it.  And, I guess on a certain level, I did.  I felt guilty for doing this behind Robyn’s back...especially after all the two of us had overcome as a couple.  But I enjoyed what Frank and I were doing too much to stop.  Things were progressing between us.  We were no longer just blowing each other and kissing.  We’d get naked, touch and feel each other, talk dirty - and sometimes sweetly and romantically - to each other, and had begun ass play...mostly just fingering.  We hadn’t really progressed to fucking yet.  But I have to admit, I kinda wanted it to go there.

Apparently, our sexual escapades were having an effect on Frank too.  He started to come out of the shell he’d created for himself...participating in gatherings with neighbors more, spending time with family, and seeing friends again.  He even started going to the gym to get himself healthy again.  One day after he’d been going to the gym for a few months, I had seen Robyn out to her car on her way to work when we met Frank in the driveway, just coming back from a trip to the gym.  Robyn waved at him, “Frank, I’ve meant to tell you...  You’re looking so good these days!  Really bulking up and looking all muscled and healthy.”

“Thanks, sweetheart!” he said, smiling, and then looked at me, standing on our doorstep.

“Can we attribute this gym activity to a new special lady in your life?"

He chuckled and then glanced at me before replying to her, “Well, I DO have someone special in my life right now.  And yeah...  I guess I’m getting myself in shape again because of that.”

“Awwww!  That’s wonderful, Frank!  I’m so happy for you.  Is it serious?”

He glanced at me again, briefly.  “I don’t want to say too much.  It's still fairly new.  But I think it could be heading in the serious direction.”

“Well, we’ll have to meet her.  Invite the both of you over to dinner so we can give her the once-over and make sure she’s good enough for you, right Don?”

I was sweating profusely and felt like I was going to pass out because this conversation was hitting so close to home...and I had no idea how seriously Frank had taken our affair.  I snapped out of my daze.  “Uh...  Right, hon!”

She looked at her watch.  “Oh!  I”m gonna be late for work. You talk things over with Don and work out the details of when we can get together.”  With that, she was gone and Frank was at my doorway.  We walked inside and the minute the door was shut, he leaned in and kissed me, pressing me up against the front door.

I pushed him away.  “I can’t believe that just happened!  You practically told Robyn you were in love with me.”

“I think love is a little strong.  But, if it were up to me, I’d tell everyone how I feel about you...and how I know you feel about me.”

“And how is that?  How do you think I feel about you Frank?”

He looked deeply into my eyes with those sexy brown ones of his, “You feel about me like I feel about you.  When I’m around, you’re so horny you can’t stand it.  You want me...my body.  You want my arms around you...want your arms around me.  In fact, right now, you want nothing more than to get me naked...feel our cocks leaking against each other as we kiss each other.  I gotta tell you...  That’s exactly how I feel about you every time I’m around you.  And judging from how you are when we’re together, I’d say you feel exactly the same way, Don.”  He then stepped back and pulled his t-shirt off, revealing now well-muscled chest I’d grown so fond of over the past couple months since he’d been working out.  “Am I right?”

“God help me, but you are!”  I said, huskily.  He smiled as he pulled me in for a hot, passionate kiss in my foyer.

As we parted, he held up a plastic bag he’d brought with him.  “Don, we can talk about it and maybe do it later, if you’re not ready yet.  But I’d like to try something...”

I looked in the bag and saw condoms and lube.  “You want us to fuck?”

“Frankly, I’ve been wanting it since we first started.  But I didn’t want to freak you out and scare you off.  Now that I know things are serious between us, I wanted you to know that I’m ready when you are...no matter when that is.”  I couldn’t help chuckling a little.  “What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing,” I said.  “I’ve been wanting us to move on to fucking for a few months now.  I was worried you wouldn’t want that.”

He joined me in laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.  “You want to come over to my place and we can try it out?”  He reached for the doorknob to pull the door open when I stopped him.

“Let’s stay here.”

“You sure?”

I smiled.  “Absolutely.  Let’s go upstairs to my bed.”

He laughed.  “In the bed you share with your wife?  You’re kind of a freak, aren’t you Donnie?”

I shrugged and winked at him.  “Kinda...”

He patted me on the back and smiled.  “Don’t worry.  That’s part of why I like you so much!”

As we headed upstairs to fuck in the bed I shared with my wife, I revisited the hatred and exhilaration I was feeling over this situation.  I’m not sure I could find the strength to leave Robyn.  I wasn’t even sure I was really gay, or if I just enjoyed what Frank and I had become to each other.  But Frank Paulson had become very special to me and brought out feelings and animal sexuality in me that no one else could.  I wasn’t sure where all of this was going, and I was sure if we’d be able to keep it going and keep anyone else from finding out about it.  But I was damn sure not about to stop it.