Chris, the Trophy Husband

Samuel wouldn’t believe me for even a second. I sat in my car in the parking lot just outside Chris’s physical therapist’s office. I held my phone and there was just no way I could even start to tell him what had happened the day before that would make him believe any part of it.

I put my phone away. It would probably be better to tell him in person someday. I decided to quickly drive to a nearby store to pick up some more things while Chris was getting his physical therapy.

I walked through the store and I felt the strip of pills in my pocket. When I saw Chris move around this morning, still in so much pain, I decided it couldn’t hurt to take a few with me. Just in case he came out of this session in as much pain as he had the day before.

I picked up some things that I felt like we might need soon and drove back. I sat in the waiting room waiting for Chris to come out. When he did, I noticed he was doing a better job than earlier this morning. He walked out together with someone who clearly worked there, and pretty much had to be Cole.

Cole was a handsome muscular guy, possibly in his 40s. Black, bald, and with a very friendly smile. I got up and shook his hand.

“You must be Jose, right?”

“Yeah”, I answered as we shook hands and he introduced himself.

“Would you mind if the two of you sat down for just a second?”, he then asked as he pointed to the chairs behind me.

I sat down and Chris lowered himself onto the chair next to me. Cole squatted down so he was at our level. I felt like both Chris and I were about to be reprimanded, and in a way we sort of were.

“Chris, enough with the stubborn, ‘I’ll tough it out’-attitude. This shit hurts, and it will likely hurt off and on for weeks. Take your pain meds.”

Cole paused and then faced me.

“Jose, make him take his pain meds.”

I smiled. I reached down into my pocket and took out the strip.

Cole also smiled and turned back towards Chris.

“See, this guy has your best interest at heart.”

Cole immediately walked away to fetch a bottle of water. I looked at Chris. He smiled as he looked down and shook his head.

“Cole is such a hardass, but it’s exactly what I need”, he said.

I drove Chris back home after he had taken a pill.

“I didn’t tell Cole about how crazy I go whenever I take these”, Chris suddenly admitted.

“Why not? Isn’t that the main reason you don’t like taking them?”

“It’s… embarrassing.”

“But maybe he could have given you advice on that? Like only take half or something?”

“Hmm. Yeah”, Chris quietly agreed. “I thought I could get away with saying how I’m fine, but during the session it was clear I was in pain.”

“That does explain the talking to he gave you back there.”

Chris chuckled.

“Yeah.”

We arrived home and Chris was still doing fine. He sat outside by the pool for a while as I brought him a snack and something to drink. I was hoping the impact of the medication wouldn’t be as bad if he was fed well.

Today Raenia’s list said that construction workers were coming over to fix the roof of the garage. I remember her telling me that some of the panels on the roof had gotten loose. Some of the panels would get replaced, others just reattached. I guess I didn’t really need to do much but welcome them and offer them something to drink.

I got myself a snack also and joined Chris outside.

“Hey”, he said as he smiled at me.

It was surprisingly intense as he looked at me in silence.

“Hey”, I said.

“Just want to tell you, I’m sorry for what’s about to happen.”

“What?”

“I’ll probably become so much more effort to take care of, I’ll be like a teenager who’s drinking for the first time.”

I smiled and looked down.

“Don’t worry about it”, I said, although I appreciated his apology-in-advance.

As we chatted some more I could already tell Chris was starting to slur his words.

“The pain is gone”, he suddenly said, looking at me with a goofy smile.

“See, that’s good”, I said.

“Yeah, I’ll promusss…. To take one whenever I have pain”, he decided, just as the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to find a hunky construction worker. Mid-30s, Caucasian, brown hair that was originally wavey but due to the wearing of a helmet how looked quite flat. There was already a slightly sweaty scent and look to him.

“Hey, I’m Corey”, he said, as we shook hands.

“Jose”, I introduced myself.

“Just letting you know we’re getting started on the roof of the garage here…”

“Oh great! You know what to do, right?”

“Yep!”

“Can I get you something to drink?”

Corey turned away from me.

“Larry! Do you want anything?”

“Ice water!”

I saw Larry, a balding man in his fifties, not remotely in similar shape as Corey as he was pulling out the ladder from their truck.

“Two ice waters would be awesome”, Corey told me.

I walked back into the house and saw Chris sitting on the ground.

“Chris, are you OK?”

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah.”

“OK. Don’t go into the pool, all right?”

“What? No! No, no.”

I was still a little worried, so I decided to bring Corey and Larry their drinks and then get Chris back inside. I opened the front door to find Corey bent forward. His jeans clung tightly to a beautifully curved set of buttocks. He was picking up a pile of roof panels and carrying them towards the ladder.

“Hey”, I said, “I’ll just leave these out here.”

I crouched down and put two full glasses of ice water by the porch.

“There’s a pitcher, but I’ll keep that cool. I’ll come back for refills in half an hour or something.”

“Oh great, thanks so much”, Corey said as he smiled my way.

Larry just gave me a thumbs up, clearly eager to get the job done.

I went back inside and was relieved to find Chris on his hands and knees in the living room.

“Hey”, I said, “what are you doing down there?”

“What? Are you calling me short?”

I chuckled, because I was in fact shorter than Chris.

I helped him up so he would sit on the sofa. I tried to make sure he wouldn’t put too much pressure on the leg that was broken, but it was clear that he wasn’t feeling much of anything right now. I decided the best thing I could do is to just keep him occupied. First we played some video games. He started out so much worse at that than usual and only got worse as the game continued.

Once I refilled Corey and Larry’s glasses and saw they were working quite fast, I returned to Chris on the sofa as we then watched a nature documentary. He seemed amazed at everything he saw, pointing out the pretty colors and the cutest animals. I found him quite adorable in this state.

Corey then rung the bell and told me they were done. Larry was putting the ladder back inside the truck.

“Keep us updated on how the roof holds up, we’ll come back if something’s wrong.”

“I don’t actually live here”, I admitted, “but I’ll pass it on.”

“OK, great”, he said. His look lingering on me.

“Thanks so much”, I said, trying to break the tension.

“Thank you”, he said, “you took care of us very well.”

He winked, turned around and walked away, giving me one last look at his juicy ass in his jeans. I felt something stir all the way down in my stomach.

And then it hit me. For the first time I felt like I was over my ex. I was picturing myself with others. I closed the door and realized it might have started with Chris, but because he was completely unattainable, I wasn’t picturing myself with him. Just as I wanted to walk into the hallway, I spotted Scaramouch.

“Hey”, I said.

Scaramouch walked up to me and grazed me with his head again. No meowing. I smiled.

“You doing OK?”, I asked as I crouched down.

He kept walking close to me and finally let himself fall on top of my foot. I was letting my fingers go through the fur on his side when I suddenly heard purring.

“You really are doing OK”, I said, surprised.

I had always considered myself to be more of a dog person, even though I got along fine with cats. They were just slightly more unpredictable. But Scaramouch was different. He was actually quite loving and not at all as distant as both Chris and Raenia had described him. Or maybe he just liked me better.

When I returned to the living room, I found Chris on the sofa, still in awe of the TV. I gave him a bowl of yoghurt with some fruit, thinking he’d be OK eating that, which he was. He did spill some water on his chest when he drank, but he was already doing better than the day before.

When the documentary was finished he turned to me.

“Jose!”

I smiled.

“Yeah?”

“You know what we should do?”

I was certain he was going to ask me to go to the zoo.

“What?”

“We have to go get gas!”

“Huh?”

“Yeah! The tank was like, almost empty!”

I was quite confused about his enthusiasm, but when I tried to propose we’d go get gas the next morning, things got even weirder. He took my face in his hands.

“Jose, sweetheart. Why postpone things? Let’s live in the now!”, he said, after which he kissed me on the mouth.

Not really knowing what to do next, I just sat there for a second to process what had happened. Chris got up, without crunches and started to make his way to the door, with only a slight limp, putting way too much pressure on his leg.

“Wait!”, I said.

He turned around, as I noticed his sweat shorts were untied and showed off his pubes again.

“Take it slow, I’ll drive you. And tie your drawstrings.”

The drive to the gas station wasn’t long. Chris was just very excited. He pumped the gas himself as random bystanders recognized him and wanted a selfie with him. I was so happy his shorts were staying up and he didn’t really do anything that weird, just coming across extremely happy.

On the drive back, I could tell Chris was slowly losing his energy.

“Jose…?”

“Yeah?”

“Jose…?”

“I’m here”, I said as I touched his knee.

“Oh good… Is it OK if we cuddle for a while when we get home?”

I laughed.

“Sure, I guess?”

“I miss cuddles.”

I looked at him and his eyes were rolling up a little as a goofy smile appeared on his face.

“Cuddles”, he repeated.

When we got back to the villa, I had to help a stumbling Chris back into the house and decided to carry him upstairs while he was still sort of moving along with me. He was very wobbly, so when he said he needed the bathroom, I just had to join him and hold him up as he peed. He dropped his shorts all the way down to the floor. It was the sort of intimate I wasn’t specifically hoping for, but I still couldn’t help but check out his beautiful, lightly hairy ass. It was so beautiful. I thought back to the time I’d seen it first, in the background of that Skype call.

It was clear Chris wanted to step out of his shorts, but it wouldn’t immediately go past his cast. As I helped, I bent down and saw his flaccid 4 inch dick. Somehow the situation wasn’t remotely sexual and I had a hard time getting turned on by it, but it was still a very nice dick to see.

Wearing just his T-shirt now, Chris washed his hands and wanted to lay in bed, which I only encouraged.

“Come cuddle, Jose”, he sort of half-whispered.

I hesitated.

“OK, only for a little while.”

“Yay”, he said softly, as he immediately buried his face into my chest once I’d laid down, exactly like he had done the night before.

Chris soon drifted off with his arms around me, immediately sleeping like a baby. It was like 4:10 PM. I decided to stay in bed with him until I got hungry. I even drifted off myself for just a while. When I woke up it was 5:43 and Chris was snoring quite loudly, very close to my face. His body felt so heavy against mine. I moved away from him and his body was completely limp as he fell face forward onto the mattress. I made sure I angled his head so that he could breathe. Slightly fascinated, I picked up an arm and let it drop beside him. He just continued snoring, completely out cold.

Remembering what happened the night before, I decided to just make dinner for myself. It was actually quite relaxing to have some time to myself as I watched some Netflix. I thought back to Corey for a while, when Scaramouch suddenly came in the room. I had never seen him in the living room before.

“Hey buddy!”, I said enthusiastically.

He jumped on the sofa and went straight for my lap. I felt so happy. Scaramouch and I watched Schitt’s Creek together. I think he liked it as he purred for most of it. Around 9 I was just deciding to make it an early night when I heard something from upstairs. Immediately thinking something had happened to Chris, I had to nudge Scaramouch off of me.

Entering Chris’s bedroom, I already bumped the door into him. He was sitting on the floor, still wearing nothing but a T-shirt, but this time again with a rock hard erection.

“Jose?”, he asked for me.

“Yeah?”

“You promised you would cuddle me…”, he said, sounding quite sad.

I helped him up and let him lean on me.

“I did! I just went and got something to eat”, I half-lied.

“Oh. OK.”

He sat down on the bed and looked at me. His hard cock pointed straight to the ceiling. The juicy head looked just perfect as I estimated it a thick 7 inches.

“So… are you coming back to bed with me?”

He did make it quite impossible for me to refuse. And I knew he would get difficult if I did.

“All right”, I said.

I told him I had to go to my own bathroom to brush my teeth first. As I did, I thought about how I just had to ignore the boner, he wasn’t aware of it himself. It’s nothing sexual. I decided to wear my underwear, because the nights were already hot enough in Tampa, especially with a heavy cuddler like Chris. Usually I’d sleep naked, but I didn’t dare do that now.

As I got back to the bedroom, Chris had taken his shirt off and was lying on top of the covers completely naked except for his cast. He stretched out his arms and legs as his boner bounced up toward the sky.

“Jose!”, he said enthusiastically.

I got in bed with me and he immediately came lying so close to me.

“I’m so happy you’re here”, he whispered, his face inches from mine.

“I’m happy to be here too”, I said.

His eyes looked at me as they were slightly glazed over. Suddenly he kissed me. Passionately. I was taken by surprise.

For a second I allowed him to do this, as he was a very seductive kisser, even when he was all drugged up. I pushed his shoulder back.

“Hey hey”, I started, “what about Raenia? We shouldn’t do this!”

“Sh-she’s not here, it’sss… it’s fine”, he said, his speech slurred.

Not sure how to act in this peculiar situation, I allowed him to kiss me as I felt my cock grow hard. I felt Chris’s hand over my underwear too. When slowly, I felt his movements become labored. He stopped kissing me and his body slowly collapsed, half onto me and half onto the bed. I felt his breathing against my cheek. I wasn’t in the most comfortable position, but I knew I could slide from underneath him once he fell into a deeper sleep.

I just couldn’t believe the situation I was finding myself in.

To be continued…