Wife Turns Me Gay

My wife was a bitch, never in the mood for sex, always criticizing me, always complaining that she was the better parent.

I went out for drinks with my team from work one Friday. Our intern and I hit it off and ended up chatting after the rest of the team had gone home. (Most of my colleagues are like me, suburban dads, so staying out past 7:30 qualifies as a late night.)

Jarrod was a junior at Cal Berkeley, my alma mater, which is why we had so much to talk about. Somehow he picked up on my unhappy marriage. We took a walk after leaving the bar and he just asked me, "If you're unhappy, why do you stay?" He put his arm around me. It was the first time I'd really been touched in years.

As I was unloading about my wife, and about the pressures of raising three kids, he truly listen. I felt heard, again for the first time in years.

To be fair to him and not keep the conversation centered entirely on me, I asked if there was someone in his life. I was surprised when he told me he is gay. He seemed so masculine and confident...quite the opposite of my stereotype of a gay man. His first boyfriend, actually a professor at Cal (not his own professor, nothing shady) had been cheating on him with a freshman. This had really damaged him. They broke up.

Then, he surprised me. He just turned his head toward mine and kissed me on the lips.

I hadn't done anything gay since high school. Whether because of my unhappy marriage or some unexplored desire, his kiss felt like a jolt of electricity. Pretty soon we were making out like teenagers, on the park bench where we'd stopped. (Well, I guess he was practically a teenager...22, as it happened.)

Jarrod invited me to his small apartment. I called my wife and told her I'd crash at a colleague's place who lived close to the bar. She hardly seemed to care.

Jarrod, like any eager young person, wanted to get sexual right away. He was on his back, legs hooked on my shoulders, begging me to penetrate him with my "daddy cock". We were kissing deeply.

Something snapped in me and I just started bawling.

I laid down next Jarrod and he held me. "She really did a number on you, didn't she?" Here was a college student who actually understood. "Yeah, just like your professor, I bet."

We fell asleep like that.

In the middle of the night we both happened to wake up. My apprehensions gone, I fucked Jarrod. Hard. Long. Deep. Multiple times. Nutting inside him.

It was so different. My wife hadn't put out in 6 months. When she did, she would just lay there. She never bothered getting birth control so she always made me pull out, and she'd start nagging just as it was getting good for me and several minutes before I was ready to nut. I'd inevitably finish by jerking myself off.

Here was a college student who took dick more eagerly than my wife! I asked him if he liked men twice his age, like me, or presumably, his professor-ex.

He said, "Yes, daddy" as he sat down on my dick. Minutes later, he shot his 6th load of the night all over my chest as I shot my 4th deep inside him.

I never returned home to my wife. I took the next day off, saw a lawyer, and started the divorce process.

Since my wife always complained about my parenting, I proposed she have full custody. She'd successfully turned them against me anyway, so it was not a big loss for me. I figured Jarred and I could adopt someday if we wanted to.

Two years later, he and I are married, he has graduated, and he has earned a permanent position at the company...and in my heart.