Evolution of Life in The Mid-West

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As we entered my house, it was dark, and I didn’t see any of the kid’s cars but told Braden he could crash on the couch. I headed to the bedroom and opened the door. I stood in shock and anger then roared “What the fuck”.  Braden came running and yelled “You mother fucker”.

As if this night could get any worse in my bed in my spot laid Lance, buck ass naked with my wife, Becky, riding him. As I yelled, “What the fuck”. Lance had a smirk on his face and he said “I was just showing her what she is missing”. Becky screamed and was just yelling sorry, I was pissed but Braden stormed in and showed a higher level of pissed, as Lance saw the look in Braden’s eyes, he pushed my wife off.  Lance was now terrified and jumped to his feet as Braden swung toward Lance who avoided contact with the fist, ducking and putting his shoulder into Braden making him stumble. I was yelling “Get the fuck out”. Braden then kneed Lance in the stomach area and Braden grabbed him by the throat and started punching his face.  Lance ended up bloody and crying, my wife was in a ball with a blanket over her naked body not sure what to say.

I was in shock and wanted to disappear and was going to a very dark place in my mind, I heard Braden say “How does it feel to be treated like the little bitch you are? Get the fuck out unless you want more”. Then out of nowhere, Becky says, “Lance, go I will call you later”.  This brought me back to reality and I said again, “What the Fuck? I think we need to talk”. Braden refused to leave my side until he made sure I was OK, as he knew what I had been through and you could see the care and concern on his face. 

Me: Why are you going to call him later?  Why did you break the rules and do something in our bed? What the fuck is going on?

Becky: I didn’t want to hurt you but at Eric’s (my middle son) graduation party when we all got drunk and you decided to build a bonfire, I was feeling a little buzzed and accidentally hooked up with Lance and we knew it was wrong so we kept it quiet.

Braden: What the fuck.

Me: Braden, thank you but I need to have this conversation with Becky, why don’t you go outside and cool off a bit, I’ll be fine.

I gave him a forced smile, though the hurt on my face was evident.

Me: Becky, that was three years ago, how long has this been going on? How often and where do you hook up?

I was feeling betrayed that my soul mate would break the rules, I felt violated and insignificant.

Me: I understand it’s not easy having a gay husband, but we set these rules and promised open communication. This arrangement was your idea when I came out. Was that an excuse for you to have an affair?

I stared at her heartbroken waiting for a response.

She was full-on balling, and for the first time, I didn’t have any desire to comfort her and try and make it OK.

Becky explained that they have been meeting up 3-4 times a week and if I am at home they go to his apartment and if I am not home they come here. 

Becky: Can we just pretend this didn’t happen and reset and come up with new rules?

Me: Absolutely not, I can’t trust that you will honor the rules that you set. Yes the rules YOU set under the guise of being supportive.  This whole time it was just a sham and in reality, it was so you could hook up and get back to me by fucking him in my bed. What is worse you know I think he is an absolute prick and you still hooked up with him in my bed. I think we need to reevaluate the entire relationship and not see anyone for 3 months using that time to figure out what we each want and then decide what each of our futures looks like. I will stay in the garage apartment when the tenant moves out next week. I was definitely not ready for the reply that she offered.

Becky: I kind of told Lance that he could move there when it was vacant and I don’t know that I can stop seeing him. We have a lot of fun together and I like him he makes me feel young and alive.

Me (hurtfully): Fine then there isn’t a point to this relationship anymore. If that is the way you feel, let’s just…

I was interrupted by the front door barging open and in walked Zach, my oldest son, and was yelling at his mom asking if it was true.  Zach looked at us angry and hurt.

Zach: I know that we aren’t the normal family, but this is seriously fucked up! Mom, I thought when you guys “date” other people, they were not supposed to come to our house. I thought everyone was keeping everything on the down-low so we didn’t have to explain to everyone in this small ass town who questioned us about what is going on. And, for God’s sake, why would you hook up with my friend in your and dad's bed?”

Braden: Because Lance is a little bitch with no self-control or respect for anyone and likes to whore himself out, I told you that guy is trouble.

Becky: That’s not true he is very caring and sweet.

I was seeing red; she obviously is emotionally attached to that fucker.

Zach: Shut up bro, you are just as bad when you smoke. You will do anything with a hole and Mom do you even think about what you say and how it affects others?

Me: Zach knock it off, don’t disrespect your mom! Our relationship is our business. Braden, I don’t care that Becky was with Lance unless Zach is bothered, I am pissed because she broke the rule and apparently has been doing so for a long time. I am hurt because I am sure that she is emotionally involved.

Zach: I don’t give a fuck who any of you fuck as long as you are all respectable and I don’t have to think about either of my parents hooking up for fuck’s sake. This is beyond fucked up. I feel as lost now as I did when you came out and I thought you were using us as your cover.

Me (tearfully): Zach I understand what you are saying and I am sorry. I lover you and you were never my cover. I will explain that later.  For now boys go outside and let us talk for a minute, I will give you a ride when I am done Braden. I am not staying here tonight but you are welcome to.

The boys went outside and were hanging out on the front porch. 

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Becky and I talked, cried, and yelled. After about an hour we decided that we would probably be better off apart. As she put it, “I would finally be free”, this hurt as I do love her and didn’t want her to feel like she was in my way. I also felt like she was saying that when she was the one that wanted to be free. She always has to be seen at either right or the hero. We decided I would move out and find a place to stay.  By the time we were done, we were both in tears and the boys walked back in and we explained what we had decided.  Becky mentioned that we would both be seeing other people and she would probably be seeing Lance more often. Braden let out a sigh of frustration and then said, “Zach it really doesn’t bother you that your mom is sleeping with your friend?” Zach assured him that he didn’t care who his parents slept with as long as he didn’t know the details.  They asked where I was going to stay and when I said I didn’t know I would probably get a hotel room tonight. Zach said he didn’t want to stay there tonight and was going to his girlfriend's apartment.

I grabbed a suitcase and packed a few days' worth of clothes and said I would come after the rest of the things next weekend.

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I got in my Mercedes and I headed to Braden’s apartment, on the way there he said it was late and I could stay at his place and he would take the couch. I thanked him and followed him into the apartment. I showered and he did the same as soon as his roommate was done in the other bathroom. I settled into his room and was getting ready to turn in when I heard a gentle knock. I opened the door and Braden stood there without a shirt and only a towel wrapped around his narrow waist. The sight was truly spectacular, the tan skin showcased the tattoo sleeves on both bulging muscular arms, and his abs looked as if he could be the cover for a romance novel. He must have seen the look on my face, as he had a seductive smirk. “I know you usually smoke a little before bed, and Brad, my roommate, has some people stopping by is it okay if I smoke in here and hang out until they leave.” I just nodded trying my best to not let my lust be evident. I know it’s wrong to look at him sexually and I am not going to cross that line, he’s straight, and he lived with me as a teenager.  To be honest, until tonight I have never looked at him as a man or as hot. He went across the room to his dresser; my eyes were locked on him as he dropped his towel and I saw two tan round globes of meaty magnificence. I involuntarily gasped and he turned around and the front view was equally impressive.  I am glad I won’t hook up with him because I haven’t bottomed for years and his long and thick dick when hard would wreck my hole. I wouldn’t be able to walk or set for a week. How the hell does he have so many girls? Of course, that might be why he typically dates much older women with more experience. I diverted my eyes and he chuckled as he pulled up the black running shorts he had taken out. “Look you have had a rough night, I want to be here for you like you are always there for me”, Braden said. 

We both looked toward the door as we heard a few people laughing, talking, and music playing. Braden walked to the door and shut it, then cracked open the window in his room.  We both set on the bed as he lit up and took a hit then passed it to me. After a while I was feeling good and relaxed and apparently so was Braden. We talked some and he asked me about being gay. Typical questions, when did you know, what is like, how many guys I have been with and what is my type.  As the joint was almost gone Braden decided to shotgun the last couple of hits and took a hit and then grabbed my face.  I was on cloud nine feeling relaxed and horny as hell, I was noticeably hard and didn’t have any inhibitions left. As Braden was exhaling the last hit, he leaned in blowing it toward my mouth then he leaned forward and kissed me smoothly slipping his tongue in my mouth and depositing his exhale in my mouth. He cupped my face and seductively kissed me deeper; I bit his bottom lip and went in further. I pulled away and looked into his eyes aroused but knowing were about to cross a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.  “Braden, you are hot as hell, but we can’t do this, it is mostly the weed causing this, and frankly after tonight, I am not ready to be intimate with anyone. Besides nothing will ever be the same between us if we did. Besides you are straight, and I love you like a son, I think we need to go to sleep but thank you for making me tingle, I am sure I will have great dreams”, I said. He nodded and started to say something and stopped himself and began to leave the room looking sad and relieved at the same time and said, “They are still here, I’ll make a pallet on the floor in here to sleep”.  “I will control myself, you can sleep in the bed, we both have on shorts so it will be fine”, I offered.  “I am not sure I will control myself though, so I will go ahead and sleep on the floor”, Braden replied. We eventually drifted off to sleep, and surprisingly I slept like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. I woke up a few hours later remembering Braden kissing me, wondering if he was curious or if there was something more and I fantasized and stroked my cock thinking about the kiss. Braden was hot and young but it wasn’t him, it was the tender touch of a man that had set me on fire. I continued to explore my body with the image of the kiss in my mind. The orgasm was intense and I needed to clean myself up, so I made my way to the bathroom. I heard moaning coming from the living room as I passed by the opening in the hallway I glanced into the room and was shocked by what I saw, there was Braden banging Zach’s girlfriend from behind her while my son, who was very vocal, was deep inside of Braden biting his neck.  I hurried back to the bed, forgetting to clean up. I need to find a new place to stay, today.  Indeed, it was time to live my life my way but not with my children’s friends. Yes they are adults but when I have seen you in your formative years, I just can’t.

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I found a place in Wichita about 50 miles from my former home. This should be ideal as it is still close, but far enough away that I could live my own life and do it in a town with a gay community.  I felt excited but scared, how do you start over in your forties? I wondered to myself. I switched jobs and took a new position at another college over Christmas that was in Wichita and settled into a friend group. Over the next few months life in the Midwest continued to evolve. 

One cold Sunday morning in February, Zach wanted to meet me for Brunch at Rain Bistro.  I got there first and ordered a Mimosa tower and had a glass while I waited. As I waited, I started talking to this guy who was H.O.T. hot, he reminded me of a slightly older less thick version of Diego Barros. We casually flirted and in the end, we exchanged phone numbers, I found out his name was Javier and he lives here in town.  We quit talking when Zach walked in and sat at my table and Javier paid his check and gave me a subtle smile as he headed out the door. 

Zach: Hey Dad, Braden is going to join us is that OK?

Me: Sure, you know I think of him as another son.

Zach: Dad, who was that guy you were talking to? Did I interrupt something?

Me: No bud, I just met him. He might be a new friend or maybe just a time filler while waiting for my favorite oldest son.

I smiled.

Me: I am so happy that we are getting to meet for brunch.  How is school going? What did you want to talk to me about?

Zach: School is going well; I like my classes and I will graduate on time. I think I am going to apply for grad school and maybe teach like you do.  Of course, I will teach Psychology, not Sociology. Let’s wait until Braden is here before we talk about why I wanted to talk.

I smiled with curiosity, while he looked at me with a smile that radiated happiness.

Braden: Hey guys, how’s it going? Is it good if I join?

Me: Yes, you don’t have to ask.

Braden: Well, I wasn’t sure if I would be welc…

Zach interrupted: There is not any reason you wouldn’t be welcomed.

Zach had a nervous look that also sent a “shut-up” message to Braden.

Me: Ok guys what is going on? I know you both too well and something is different. Frankly, you both are acting weird.  No one got anyone pregnant, right? If so, we will figure something out but you need to finish school. 

Zach and Braden started cracking up while looking at each other.

Zach: No one got anyone pregnant. Let’s get our food and maybe you could share Mimosas with us and then we can talk. OK?

We got our food and each poured ourselves a mimosa. It was getting awkward again.

Me: What is going on? It is getting weird again.

Zach: Braden and I have been best friends for some time and the night you and mom split, I was feeling a little down and Julia wasn’t much help so we went over to Braden’s apartment to clear my head. Braden said you were asleep. We talked about how weird it was going to be with you and mom not together and it got a little heavy, even though we knew it was for the best. We ended up hitting the dab pen, and Julia started kissing and groping me.

Braden: I was getting really horny but didn’t want to be a third wheel, so I started to leave the room. Julia asked me to not leave, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward them. I just looked and wasn’t sure what to do but Zach said it was fine. I began kissing Julia and I thought I knew that sometimes they play with a third. I was worried about what it would do to me and my best friend. 

Me: OK I don’t need to know the details but thanks for sharing.

I laughed, thinking back to what I had seen that night.

Zach: Dad, just hear me out. I wasn’t surprised I knew that Julia liked to have fun and thought that Braden was hot.

Braden interrupted: Doesn’t everyone?

Braden smiled.

Zach redirected the conversation: That night we ended up hooking up but things got weird when Julia told Braden to kiss me. Things went off in my head and everything felt so right. Dad I have never been kissed like that in my life.

Braden: Me neither

Both boys did their best to not look at me.

Zach: After that kiss, we somehow started focusing on each other so much and forgot about focusing on Julia. She got pissed, called us faggots, and left, saying I knew it.

Me: What are you telling me, Zach?

I scanned the two of them curiously. Zach was obviously getting nervous and I saw the protective look in Braden's eyes.

Braden: We continued to hook up for a while, not labeling things.  Then we took a break from each other. During the break, we couldn’t find anyone who triggered such as intense feelings. Plus, the pain of not seeing my best friend was torture.

Zach: I am sorry dad, this just happened, and we haven’t hidden it all these years.

Me: First neither of you need to apologize to me or anyone, I love you both and can’t think of a reason why anyone would have a problem.

Zach got teary and his voice cracked.

Zach: Mom wasn’t happy and accused me of hooking up with him while we lived together when we were younger. She said it was probably because of you that I am doing this.

Me: Son first of all I don’t see how that is any of her or my business. Give her some time and if need be I will talk to her.

Braden: I think she is being that way because of me, now that Lance lives there with her, she seems to hate me.

Me: That bitch! I really can’t believe he is living there with her; she was obviously having more than fun back then. She developed feelings for that prick. 

I swallowed my anger and looked at them in their conflicted but relieved eyes.

Me: I am sorry Zach; I didn’t mean to speak bad about your mom in front of you. You both are always welcome in my house. It isn’t as big as your mom’s place but I still have plenty of room. 

Zach: So can we stay with you? Mom won’t let Braden in the house and we are driving up here every day for school anyway.

Zach smiled sweetly like he did when he was a child.

Me: What about Braden’s place?

Braden got a sad look on his face and this time Zach had that protective look on his face.

Zach: His roommate kicked him out when he found out about us, saying he wasn’t living with a sodomite and didn’t want Braden to hit on him.

Me: That’s bullshit, he has to be a closet case! Of course, you can stay with me, we will figure this out.

Braden laughed. I looked at him curiously

Braden: Zach said the same thing about him.

Me: Why were you guys so nervous about telling me?

Zach: I didn’t want you to act like mom and not trust me anymore. I didn’t want to feel like a disappointment.

Me: Baby boy, love and attraction are very funny things. Sometimes they don’t go together but when you find the person that they go together with you must surrender to that to experience true happiness.

Zach: When are you going to find that? Isn’t it time you start dating and finding the right guy?

I sat there letting that sink in.  I don’t have to deny myself and realize I deserve to not only be respected but to be happy. Maybe it is time.

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Zach’s perspective

We have been at Dad’s, I mean our house, for a month now and it is nice not having the drive and waking up next to Braden each morning. But trying to keep the sex quiet is really hard and makes it awkward. Luckily Dad is going to a conference over spring break and maybe I can finally have a true release with my boyfriend. Wow, I really have a boyfriend. I never thought this day would come.

I got up early to take Dad to the airport. We said goodbye and I raced across town toward home. Perhaps I can sneak in and wake Bae up with a blow job, I thought. I never thought I would enjoy another man’s dick, but Braden’s is everything.  I am still not sure if I am gay, bi, or just gay for Braden but I have never felt this way about another person.

I entered the house and walked to our bedroom, the site was remarkable. There was soft music playing, a few candles lit, and Braden lying in the middle of the bed, stretched out slowly fingering himself. I watched in awe as he pinched his nipple with one hand and slowly inserted two fingers in and out. While keeping his eyes closed, he would slip his fingers up to those luscious lips getting them wet, and take them back down to reinsert.  His titanium rod had left a pool of nectar on his abs. He would moan gently as I heard him whisper my name. This was more than I could take and I stripped all my clothes and quietly approached the bed.

“Baby would you rather have the real thing”, I quietly growled. Braden opened his dark eyes and bit his lip as he looked at me and pulled me down into a kiss. I adjusted my body so that I laid on him with his legs around my waist as we slowly kissed, bit and licked each other slowly. Our passion accelerated quickly until we were in a wild frenzy. Braden flipped me and was now on top of me, he looked at me as if I were his prey. “I need to taste you, he said as he licked, bit, and sucked his way down my body. Every time his mouth contacted my body I tingled and moaned. That fucker went down but avoided my cock, instead, he painstakingly licked and tongued my balls. I couldn’t take it anymore and I shoved him off me. “Flip around so I can taste you baby” I commanded. Braden quickly complied. He hovered his perfection over my face, as he drizzled his secret sauce over my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked the tap, savoring the sweet, salty, musky flavor.  Braden descended on my own 7 inches and was getting very good at taking my length. I moaned as my mouth encased his glistening head, enjoying the firm velvety texture that felt so natural. I leaned forward while wrapping my hand around his round steel globes pulling him in as he helped me by thrusting forward hitting the back of my throat and gagging. There was no way I would ever be able to swallow his entire sword. Braden lifted his head off my slimy cock and said, “try to swallow and breathe through your nose baby when you get it that far back”. I did but I clearly need more practice, so I shifted back to his smooth balls and after sucking on them and then followed back to his taint sucking and nibbling on it. I momentarily stopped as Braden once again swallowed my steel rod and I felt a vibration that caused me to moan, “oh my God Braden, you are fucking amazing baby I have never had head feel this good”. He continued with enthusiasm humming around my dick, building up speed and suction. “Oh, fuck I am getting close, you better st..., oh my fucking God take my load baby” I tensed and started convulsing. Braden never stopped his suction while swallowing my load until I had relaxed and then proceeded to lick my shaft and head, leaving me shivering and jerking. I finally pushed him off saying, “Babe, I am too sensitive. Give me a minute “, as he came up and gave me the most intense kiss that electrified my world. I actually had acquired a taste for the remnants of my seed. The kiss helped speed up my rebound. I rolled him over kissing every inch of his hard and smooth chest, gently biting and flicking his nipples. This time it was Braden’s turn to moan in ecstasy squirming as my tongue danced on his meaty ribs. As his hands came to rest gently on my head pushing my head gently down. My tongue danced through his abs enjoying the taste of his olive, tight, salty skin. I descended past his amazing dick as my own came to attention. I licked his hairless balls sucking them into my mouth one at a time, massaging them lovingly with my tongue. Carefully pushing his huge muscular legs up over my shoulders as I parted his mounds and took a long seductive lick in that dark crevice. The scent of his musk ignited my passion, and I separated those globes and I growled as I saw the tight pink hole and dove my tongue in. The sound of Braden gasping as my tongue contacted his precious hole fueled my desire as my tongue tapped at that hole. Braden was moaning and yelling, this was the first time we had made love without the risk of getting caught and I found it arousing that he was so vocal.  Braden’s hands grabbed my head pulling me up, my eyes met his and the fire in his eyes was nothing compared to the way he growled, “Fuck me Daddy, I NEED you”. I bent forward to cover his lips with mine.  He wrapped his powerful arms around me and his tongue invaded my mouth leaving me gasping for air. He bit my lip, and I kissed his neck, marking him as mine. I licked the bulging vein on his neck as  I guided my tool to his hole tapping lightly as his shoulders came to rest on my shoulders. God, he was tight. I tapped at his door with my key. “Baby, let daddy in, open up for me”, as he did, I quickly made my way past the first ring. Braden gasped, as I looked at him with concern. “Are you OK baby, do you want me to pull out?” I asked. “If you do, I will kick your fucking ass. Give it to me, fuck me with everything you got’, answered Braden. I slowly and steadily pressed past the second ring as I watched his pain lessen. I began long slow thrusts until I saw a little pain on his face and asked him to grab the lube. He pulled out and lubed me up more and gently applied it to his swollen winking tunnel. I entered again without as much resistance. I found his special spot with my tool; making sure to hit that button as I began increasing the speed of my thrusts, his tight hole was too much, and his moans turned to loud yelling of expletives, while tensing up he shot his load between us coating both or our stomachs. The tightening of his vice around my tool sent me over the edge. It was my second time cumming but was more intense. I flooded his insides with my cream, hoping he knew how much I wanted to please him. I collapsed on him in sweaty exhaustion. We embraced and tenderly kissed each other. Braden chuckled, “Had I known that sex could be anything like this I would have come out years ago”.  I laughed and said, “What until now, has it not been good with me?” Braden got a deep passionate apologetic look on his face, “Baby no, it is always mind-blowing with you. This is just the first time we have been able to be intimate uninhibited and it was a whole new level to be able completely share myself with you”. I smiled and gave him a tender sensual kiss. He smacked my ass and rolled me off, pulling me up. I followed him to the shower, as I was getting ready to get in the shower with the man of my dreams, my phone rang, and I went to the bedroom to grab it. “Hello,” and I heard a slight sobbing on the other end. “Hello,” Then a familiar voice responded with “Hi, baby boy”. “What do you need Mom?” I replied coldly. This is the first time we have spoken in months. “I miss you and wanted to talk, can we meet for lunch”, she said.  “Yeah, I can meet you in a couple of hours at Georges Bistro. Mom, just so you know Braden will be coming with me, so if you or Lance have a problem with that don’t waste my time.” She said she really wanted to see me, and Lance will not be joining us. I thought that was odd but for the better, I don’t want to see the homophobe anyway. I hung up and looked at Braden standing completely exposed with a confused look on his face. All I could say was Mom wants to meet and you are coming with me.  Braden said, “What the hell does she want and are you sure I am welcome to join?” “Baby if I'm there you are welcome if anything is said we will leave. As far as what she wants, I have no idea”, I had a lump in the pit of my stomach wondering what was going to happen next.