That's What Happens When You Screw Straight Boys

Nick's penchant for married men knows no bounds. First it was his truck driver boyfriend, now there is a hot, straight couple who live next door to him.

"You should see the couple who have moved in next door. Or at least, you should see the husband."

"Down boy."

"He's hot. Short hair, beard, handsome..."

"Married."

"He gives me looks, I tell you."

"Oh yeah?"

"He does!"

The wife often travels interstate for work. Apparently, she works between the Melbourne and Sydney office of her company. She's some major league exec, power suits, power hair, power attitude.

“She’d kick his arse,” I say.

Campbell, the husband, is some senior lawyer with a big corporate firm. He's an arrogant tosser, according to Nick, but has those "interested" eyes, so Nick claims.

“Poor, scared bastard.”

Last weekend the wife was away and Nick and Campbell hooked up for dinner.

"He suggested it. Said he'd come over with wine, if I cooked."

"Like the good little woman, that you are."

"Well, yes," said Nick. "But, you know, call me what you want, I don't care." He shrugged.

"What happened?"

"We got chummy and drunk. I set the scene with candles and soft music. He bought wine."

"And?"

"We retired to the couch and had coffee. He started telling me how his wife was all career and no fun anymore, how she didn't seem to have time for him, now."

"That's certainly a good start."

"I told him he had beautiful eyes and I stroked his beard with my finger tips and told him I wouldn't neglect him."

"And what did he do?"

"He lent in and kissed me, just like that." Nick smiled. "I kissed him back. He tasted good."

"Ah, the taste of straight boy. And?"

"We ripped each other's clothes off and he carried me to the bedroom."

"How romantic," I said. “He’s probably used to his wife doing that to him.”

"It was romantic. Very."

"And was he good?"

"I took his raw cock and kissed his bearded face all night."

"Nick?"

"I could be pregnant," He smiled. "That's what happens when you screw straight boys."

"I thought you promised to play it safe?"

"I only bareback with straight boys?"

"Nick!"

"Oh, fuck it, he's straight, he’s got a wife. What could happen?"

"What could happen?" I was sounding incredulous, I could hear it in my voice.

"He stayed all night, he didn't seem to care."

"Was his wife due home?"

"No.”

“But, what if she called?"

"I'm sure he had it worked out."

“I’m sure.”

"He said he didn't care."

"Perhaps, he wants to get caught?"

"Perhaps."

“And?”

“OMG! He had a beefy cock, like his thighs and his arse. He was a bit drunk and desperate and he wasn't all that gentle. I nearly came on the spot, as he wedged me open with his thick shaft. Fuck I love being spread open like that,” said Nick.

“Good?”

“Good! I told him I so wanted it again,” said Nick. “He said he did too. He said his wife was often away during the week.

“So, right next door.”

“Yes,” said Nick. “He said he didn’t think his wife would really care anyway…”

“Oh, really.” I mimicked Gordon’s campest voice. “I saw her when she threw knives.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Who knows? I’m certainly not going to tell her.”

“Probably best,” I said. “Anyway, you’ll know if you ever open the door to her extended nostrils belching steam.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Campbell is such a gay boy name.”

“I thought that too,” said Nick. He imitated Gordon’s campest voice. “I’ve never known a straight fucken Campbell, anyway, it is just too soft for a straight guy.”

“Like Simon…”

“Or Tristian…”

“Or Tarquin…”

“Or Sebastian.”

We both laughed.

I handed Nick the joint.