I'm a man that needs sexual satisfaction to maintain some semblance of good humor and positive attitude. I've always had a strong labido and my wife knows this better than anyone.

Considering that for our entire marriage thus far (20 years) I've been the sole bread winner while she plays the happy homemaker, and I've worked hard enough to provide her with the kind of life she always wanted and would detail to me endlessly when we were young kids just dating, I don't think spreading her legs for me or at the very least sucking my cock on a semi-regular basis is asking that much.

I get that women don't always feel in the mood. Maybe their sick, maybe they just don't want to. But when sexless nights stretch into sexless weeks, we've got a big fucking problem.

My solution came in an unexpected form. I've been straight my entire life. Sure, I've had occasional gay dreams or fantasies (especially when younger) but nothing beats a nice wet pussy in my opinion. So it was surprising that I found myself thinking more and more about our baby sitter. My wife picked him. He's a sixteen year old high school kid. Openly homosexual and very effeminate. Short, leanly muscular, light eyed, dark hair, pouty lips like Angelina Jolie. The sort of lips I refer to as "Dick Suckers".

Maybe lack of sex made me temporarily insane. I know I'd never do what I did in the right frame of mind. But one night, driving this kid home I was a thunderstorm of hormones. I was hot and I needed a release and a handjob just wasn't going to do it. I propositioned him. An extra fifty bucks for a blowjob. As soon as the words were out of my lips I thought, oh fuck I messed up... I can go to jail for this. But he just looked at me and smiled. Make it a hundred, he said and I'll give you the best head you've ever had.

I was in no position to negotiate the price down. I wanted the kid to suck my cock and so I agreed and drove to a spot behind a local supermarket that I knew would be closed for the night. I eased my car down into one of the loading docks and cut the engine.

He asked if I wanted to make out first. I did. He stripped off his t-shirt and I saw his left nipple was pierced with a little gold ring. He scooted over and kissed me. For a moment I did nothing, just felt his full lips on my mouth and then his wet tongue slide into me. Finally I wrapped one arm around his smooth, warm back and started kissing him back. He moaned slightly.

As we kissed I could feel his hand working at my crotch, rubbing and pulling my cock, teasing it into hardening. He was a damned good kisser. I was really turned on and felt my cock growing and becoming more rigid by the moment.

I moved from his lips to his neck and shoulders, kissing, licking, biting gently. He urged me to bite harder and so I did. I flicked my tongue across his pierced nipple, playing with the gold ring, pulling it with my teeth as he ran a hand through my hair, pulling it and moaning.

Finally he slipped my cock out of my pants and slid into position. I felt him take me into his eager mouth and begin manipulating his lithe pink tongue along my shaft. The sensations were electric, maddening. I caressed his back and sighed in ecstasy. Clearly this hot little twink had done this many times before. He sucked me gently, then rough, slowly then fast, deep throated me, then pushed me back out with a gasp, long streamers of saliva mixed trailing from his mouth to my throbbing cock. Finally he took me in one final time and I exploded in his mouth. He took every last drop, milking me for the dregs and swallowed.

Finished, he sat up and smiled and we kissed.

Handing him a wad of bills totaling a hundred, I started the car back up and drove away from the market. I'd have to stop at the all night convenience store and pick up ice cream to explain the twenty minute lag in getting back home.