After the Divorce

[Guest ThirstyVers]

Brett sighed to himself as he pulled up to the red light. Another work week concluded, and plenty of sleep to look forward to over the next two days. He'd thought the new car - a Civic Type-R with all the extras - would compel him to embrace a restrained adventurous side in himself, but it seemed no such side existed. Instead, it seemed he was simply following the same well-worn path of all divorced men. Bachelor pad apartment in the city? Check. Absurdly tricked out ride? Check. What was next on the list, a boyfriend half his age?

The green light and the sound of a horn from behind shook him out of his melancholy.

Not so long ago he'd been the trophy boy. Indeed, he'd been with Tom since guys had called him a twink without collapsing into laughter. But time had taken its toll on their relationship, and while he'd evolved from his shy, submissive self as he passed through his thirties, the other man had only wanted a servant for a partner. His fifty-first birthday was the final nail in the coffin: none of the presents were right, the cake was lopsided, and the post-dinner sex was lousy.

Brett cleared his head as he passed a happy young lesbian couple in a Subaru, then slotted back into the right lane and his thoughts.

Sex. Sex had been a prison for the past fifteen years. Tom was an avowed total bottom, only breaking his oath two times during their time together. Brett didn't mind when he could get away with wearing budgie smugglers and daydrinking, but in his dotage his ass had developed a serious hunger for cock. He'd thrown up after his first infidelity, but the need to get thrown down on a bed and pounded into the mattress had overridden his guilt. But he was good about hiding his trangressions, and equally as adept at keeping the browser history clear of all the bareback porn he'd been beating his meat to for the past six months.

If Tom was adamant about being on the receiving end, he was an absolute fanatic about safe sex. Brett had obediently wrapped his cock every. single. time. over the course of their eight year marriage in spite of their monogamy and his internal urges to fill his lover's hole with his cum. But there was no negotiating with the older man. He had the JD, the larger salary, and the right to dictate terms in their marriage.

Thank God that was finally over.

Brett frowned as he eyed the line of cars outside James' house. He'd planned on dropping in for a few minutes to say hello, then ghosting and getting back home to binge on the week's episodes of the Wendy Williams Show. (Tom hadn't approved of that, either.) Now he'd be an easier target for one of the well meaning longtalkers who'd assaulted him since the split was public knowledge.

"Brett, you finally made it..." James trailed off as he appraised Brett's work uniform.

"I didn't feel like going home to change out of my overalls."

"Very...trady, sweety. Go ahead and turn around so I can see how it makes your ass look."

Brett grinned and complied with the order, making sure to push his butt out for inspection. James was the one pal he could count on not to get bogged down in unwanted sympathy or social mores.

"Not terrible," James clucked, getting in a quick spank. "But you're going to my bedroom and borrowing some clothes for the night."

"James, I'm not-"

"I'm trying to get you laid, hun, but I can't do all the heavy lifting myself. You can throw on some shorts and a polo, then make your way to the backyard."

"No underwear?" Brett laughed, swatting away James' attempt to cop a feel.

"Like I said," James huffed, "I'm trying to get you laid. If I didn't offer my fairy godmother assistance you'd just sit in front of the television moping."

"Asshole."

"You know I'm right."

---

"An electrician, huh? That's certainly...different."

Brett was sitting next to a group of stuffy professional types. They were all colleagues or acquaintances of David, James' investment banker partner, though he'd not bothered to interact with them much in the time since Brett had changed.

"It must be tough," chimed in another one.

"I enjoy it, actually," Brett offered, subtly adjusting himself in the khaki shorts that barely reached mid-thigh in his current position. "I like using my hands and being able to help people. Better than being an archivist."

"How's the pay? You're not on food stamps, are you?" a third, wearing a Tom Ford suit, inquired.

"Brett, can I get a hand with these burgers?" David cried from the grill pit.

"No problem," Brett answered, thankful for the opportunity to escape. When he got close enough to whisper, he added, "Your friends-"

"They're assholes."

"Why did you invite them?"

"Trying to network so I climb up out of VP hell," David explained. "Have you been to the gym more recently? You're filling out my shirt pretty nicely."

"Whoops, I thought this was James'."

"Don't apologize. Now," the other man continued, "do you see anybody you like?"

"That blond over by the tree?"

"Lousy head."

"The guy in the tank top leaning on the deck railing?"

"Pencil dick."

Brett stared at the other man.

"What?"

"Is there a right answer? How about that ginger next-"

"Nope. James and I have dibs on him for the night."

"You can't call dibs on people!"

"When you're the one hosting the party, you can call dibs."

"And now I'm hurt that you didn't call dibs on me," Brett whined as he tossed lettuce and tomatoes onto the patties.

"You're always welcome in our bed," James whispered from behind, startling him. "Just not tonight. Now come on, there must be someone else here..."

---

In fact, there hadn't been anybody there who'd struck his fancy. Not even the cute guy in the short sleeve button-up who opened his mouth to reveal a status-obsessed dimwit.

He'd gotten home and switched into his favorite blue v-neck and his most comfortable pair of sweats only for his phone to shake with a text from another friend:

Dance party at Rod's tonight. You are coming, right? -Adam

Do you know what divorced women are called in China? Worn out shoes. -Brett

Then it's a good thing you're not a chick. Get your two left feet out here, asshole. -Adam

Tact is your strong suit, Adam. -Brett

Stroppy and sarcastic is not a good look on a thirty-seven year old man. -Adam

You just had to mention my age, didn't you? -Brett

? -Adam

On my way, fuckface. -Brett

You make it sound like some epic journey. It's literally around the corner from your apartment. Wash up and get your butt over here. -Adam

?-Brett

Cracking his neck, he surveyed the options available in his closet. He had the booty shorts James had picked out for him at the start of spring and the high tops he'd bought on a whim the day after he'd cleared his last box from Tom's place. Smiling to himself, he grabbed the Green Lantern tank his ex had so disapproved of during their marriage.

As it turned out, spite was a great motivator.

"Took you long enough."

"Stop berating me on my Friday night," Brett replied, signalling the bartender.

"Well, at least you've got something right. Thank God it's Friday."

Adam was a fellow tradesman--a plumber, in fact. While he could get a bit pissy from time to time, the two men had enough in common to bitch about obnoxious clients and the scorn they faced from A-list, Masters of the Universe gays.

"Is that job over in Fairfax finally over?"

"No, but we managed to take care of that leak in the crawlspace, so I don't have to think about it until Monday. How about the Fosters?"

"The wiring to the office in the basement is done, so the contractors can get off my back and finish the drywall. Even managed to get that chandelier in the foyer working."

The two men exchanged a discreet fist bump before Brett put in his order.

"Did I miss any good songs?"

"Nah, they're only playing the songs the sad little twinks love."

"Terrible."

"We suffer for our craft. All right, I'm heading back into the sea of humanity. Don't let me catch you being a wallflower."

"Yes, sir!" Brett saluted, laughing. "Permission to sip my cherry vodka a little first?"

"So granted," his friend replied, waving his hand as he disappeared into the crowd.

"The service here is terrible!" a voice cried from the stool behind him. Brett turned and caught sight of a guy in a tight black crewneck tee and even tighter jeans; he guessed his age at somewhere in his mid to late twenties, although the backwards baseball cap might have upset his estimation.

"Is it your first time here?"

"Yeah. I just moved here for work about a month ago."

"It's always like this. You have to suck five cocks just to use the bathroom."

"That doesn't sound all that bad," the other man winked. "Kinda kinky, actually. Hold on a sec, he's coming back...hey, buddy, can I get my Corona?"

Brett's cock stirred as he did a fuller inspection of the other man's backside as he leaned over the bar. He could've bounced quarters off those cheeks.

"Oh, I forgot it. Hang on a sec," the bartender apologized as he handed over Brett's order.

"He's said that to me twice already. How'd you get such quick turnaround?"

"Seniority," Brett laughed. "Name's Brett, by the way."

"Harry."

"You want a sip of my drink while you wait?"

"Sure," the younger man answered. He quickly guzzled about half the contents of the glass.

"Hey, I said a sip!"

Harry stuck out his tongue. "I'm not always a good boy."

Brett's cock jumped again.

"You wanna dance?"

"Sure," the older man answered, signalling his new companion to lead the way.

---

"Fuck," Brett groaned as Harry's red fade and stubble bobbed up and down on his cock.

"Too much for you?" the other man inquired as he came up for air.

"No, but from the sound of your gasping, I might be a bit big for your mouth."

Brett was actually grateful for the respite, as he'd gotten a bit too close to orgasm for comfort. He didn't want to explode the second he entered the other man.

"You're so proud."

"I have every right to be."

"We'll see," Harry smirked. In one neat movement, the younger man managed to lift Brett's legs and push them back into his chest. "I feel like topping tonight. Hope that's not a problem?"

Brett gasped. He'd assumed from the other man's perfectly formed bubble butt that he was a total bottom.

"I'll take that as a 'no', then."

"Correct, but you'd better treat my ass right."

"You got it. One deluxe rim job coming right up," Harry smirked.

The other man's head sank down to Brett's crack and he soon felt a hot tongue lapping at his exposed hole.

"Jesus."

The older man allowed his head to collapse back onto the bed as he relaxed into the gentle rhythm. Aided by the alcohol and the exhaustion from the long day, it felt like heaven.

"You've got a gorgeous hole, Brett. Pretty well maintained for a top, too."

"How'd you-"

"Did you think I didn't see you checking out my ass?"

"I thought I was pretty inconspicuous."

"About as subtle as a giraffe."

"Damn."

"Pull your cheeks apart. I want to get in deeper."

Brett complied and jerked as the tongue hit a sensitive spot.

"Holy FUCK!"

"This ass hasn't gotten nearly as much attention as it deserves. Downright criminal, I'd say."

A series of guttural moans signaled Brett's agreement with this judgment. Moaning was about the only thing Brett could do as the tongue and then a series of fingers probed his sensitive hole.

"As much as I'd like to slide in like this, I think we're going to need some lube," Adam assessed several minutes later.

"N-nightstand."

"Good boy," Harry grinned, leaning over him to open the drawer.

Brett used the opportunity to suck on one of the younger man's nipples.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"I'm not entirely helpless like this. Guess I found a weak spot."

"Shut up," Harry chided. His eyes lit up when he finally caught sight of the contents of the drawer. "Boy Butter, huh? I guess you're not such a good boy after all."

"There's some water-based-"

"Oh, I'm fucking you bareback tonight, Brett."

The older man's cock sprang up for the umpteenth time that night.

Harry leaned down and kissed him hard as one, two, then three slick fingers greased up the older man's hole. The pleasure was so intense that he couldn't keep his gaze fixed on the redhead's green eyes, opting to shut his lids hard. They nearly rolled out of his head when he felt something larger press against his entrance.

Brett winced as the seven-incher started its descent.

"You're so goddamned tight. When was the last time you got fucked?"

"It's been ages."

"Clearly," Harry chimed in, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Let me know when you're ready."

"O-okay," he announced after a moment. "But slowly."

"Slowly with an ass this nice? I have the self-restraint of a monk."

"Now who's proud?" Brett chuckled. He earned himself a kiss on the temple as another inch worked its way into him. "Feels...good."

"From all the precum leaking out of your cock, I'd say so."

Brett glanced down at his own eight inches and the puddle of clear fluid traveling along the valleys between his abs.

After another few false starts and a couple of breaks to apply more lube, the younger man finally sheathed himself to the hilt. Brett turned his head to the side and admired the scene from the mirror on his closet door.

"I bet you want it hard and fast."

"Fuck yeah."

"Too bad," Harry grinned, drawing his cock back out at a glacial pace.

"Who are you?" Brett whined, struggling in vain to push himself back onto the other man's dick. He was pinned to the bed, but good.

The redhead laughed as he ground his member back in at a snail's pace.

It continued on like that for far too long until Brett couldn't stand it anymore. He used all his strength to push himself forward, knocking the other man onto his back. Now in the driver's seat, he impaled himself on the cock beneath him.

"You like that?"

"Fuck," Harry gasped. "Go for it, stud."

With all the encouragement he needed, Brett started to ride in earnest. Perhaps Tom had known what he was doing when he'd insisted on bottoming all those years. The sudden reappearance of his ex in his thoughts annoyed him, and the redhead must have noticed.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I'm...great," Brett answered, kissing the other man.

"I'm not going to last long like this."

"I can slow down-"

"Fuck no!" Harry cried. "But you might want to hop off before I cum. I'm poz undetectable."

Brett considered the situation before accelerating his pace.

"G-gonna shoot!"

The older man slammed himself all the way down, locking his legs against Harry's hips as he began to convulse. For the first time in a decade-and-a-half he felt hot jizz fill his ass.

"Empty it all in me."

"Fucking fuck," Harry moaned.

It only took a few quick strokes and Brett was shooting a three-day load all over the other man's chest and face. He got dizzy even before the last rope of cum came out, collapsing onto the man who'd just bred him.

"Too tired to wash up," Harry sighed.

"Same," Brett muttered back.

A bachelor pad apartment, an absurdly tricked out ride, and reckless sex with some ridiculously hot guy? Maybe this whole divorced life wasn't so bad.

[Docebrown]

Terrific story?

 

[studl1]

Da m hit

[seattlebbbtm]

Lovely 

down the rabbit hole

[garsento]

Very, very hot.