The evening sun was setting low in the west. Before me, the Mississippi Sound was painted in its light, and so were the distant clouds, massive towers that were stained in reds and oranges, along with various other colors that I really couldn't describe. The sand beneath me was cooling and would only get cooler as night descended. Shrimp boats were sparse, but there were a few. Their lights were beginning to shine as twilight approached. And yet, I found no peace. My favorite spot on this deserted span of beach here in Long Beach just didn't sooth my restless soul this evening. I looked back at my house that sat dark and quite vacant amongst the live oaks. My wife had conveniently went off on a weekend shopping trip to Mobile with her girlfriends, leaving me with our boarder, a college kid that she'd once taught at the university here in town.
However, he had since moved on from her class but that hadn't mattered to Ella. She basically worshipped the kid and had begun mentoring him. She even got him in the Marine Biology Program, which meant that he would probably be staying on far longer than she had originally let on. I normally wouldn't have minded a boarder, at some point. It was just the two of us and the house, one she'd inherited from her parents, was just too big for us. However, I made enough at the car dealership to cover it, along with the boat charter business that I started with my friend, Trey, a couple of years ago. We'd started out with one boat and worked the Sound and near-shore waters out around Ship Island, which lies about twelve miles from the harbor at Gulfport. Now, we had three and we mostly fished farther out, miles beyond even the barrier islands. The point is...I made enough money. Hell, she made a lot from the university and from the local high school where she taught Biology on the side.
That had made no impact on her whatsoever. She'd wanted Finn Porter to live with us, period. I knew better than press the issue. Besides, we could've done worse. I'd heard horror stories since we'd started considering renting out the spare rooms, especially the guest house out back by the pool. That was where Finn was staying by the way. The kid was nice enough. Okay, he was as gentle as a damn kitten. He was respectful to everyone, including me. In truth, I sort of felt sorry for him, a little. I knew the kid had no home. His mother had died when he was young and his father was serving time for drug and weapons possession, and in addition there was that potential homicide the police were investigating up north, near Memphis. Basically, he wasn't getting out anytime soon. He had no other living relative, so to speak. Possibly an aunt over in Meridian, but she never returned any of his calls. So, the kid was alone. I guess that was why Ella was so crazy over him. But that wasn't what bothered me about the kid.
I don't know why I'm calling him a kid. He's twenty-three. I'm twenty-six. Ella is a year younger than me. That means that Ella and Finn are within the same age bracket, but that's not what bothers me. From what I've gathered about Finn since he moved in...well I've determined that he was probably gay. I believed that because of the way he and his friend Tyler behaved around each other. There's definitely attraction there in their constant flirtations, and those flirtations have never let up. So, that's why I didn't feel threatened by the ever-growing closeness between him and Ella. I simply believed that he would never fall for her.
Now whether she was in love with him...well I'm still not sure I want to know the answer to that. And then there was Summer, the third member of their merry band of troublemakers. I say that lightly. They're not troublemakers in any bad sense, but they to do push the boundaries, especially when it comes to our house rules. Ella merely laughs it off, of course. There is nothing these three can do wrong in her eyes, especially when she sees herself as a potential fourth conspirator, so to speak. Anyway, I mentioned Summer because I'd originally thought that she and Finn were an item. They were just as flirtatious with each other, but I was later told by Tyler that they were just friends. Nothing more than that. He even said that she was only into girls. I guess he was wrong. Everyone seemed wrong about everything here lately, a thought that slithered into my mind now after I'd witnessed what I just did.
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I wonder if Ella knows the truth about them?
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I glanced down the beach and spotted a flock of gulls that were flying my way, but farther out over the water. A heron stood not far off in the shallows, waiting for an evening meal to swim by. All of this beauty was marred by what I was feeling now, feeling for Finn. No, I wasn't bothered about Finn because of Ella. I was bothered because... because of my own desire...no... because of my raging need for him.
I guess I should explain. Ever since I was a kid, certainly since I was old enough to know what love was, and what lust was... I knew I liked boys...well to a degree I should say. Sure, I had my crushes on girls. I even dated and fooled around with them when I was a teenager, like most other boys my age did. I'd watch porn with my friends and like them I'd sneak dirty magazines into my room and hide them for later when they visited or slept over. However, I'd always keep two stacks of magazines. One with women that I'd share with my friends and one with men for myself. I didn't like boys per se, not like one would think judging by this confession of mine. No, I had plenty of guy friends and I wasn't attracted to any of them. I just found cocks very alluring. That's not a strong enough word for what I felt. I loved cocks! I loved seeing them. I love imagining how they'd feel in my hand and in my mouth, and later over time, in my ass. I just never like the guys they were attached to. It wasn't till my freshman year in college that I got the chance to actually experience a guy, one I actually was attracted to. I guess I should confess that we just sucked each other off and didn't fuck. Go figure, right? Well, he ended up chickening out before I did. Anyway, I still remembered that nigh fondly, despite the fact that I didn't get the whole experience. It was just as well, for by then I'd met Ella and had fallen in love. I've never confessed my sins from that night to her. I've never revealed that part of me to her, even after we'd discussed our sexual fantasies. After graduation, we married quickly and quietly at a small church here on the Coast and then I went to work for my father at the dealership. She went to grad school here and began teaching. That brings us to the present. Like I said, I now manage the dealership. She on the other hand is now working on her doctorate. We lived and continue to live a normal life together. We're happier than we've ever been. But things quickly changed for me personally about six months ago. A gay customer made a pass at me during a test drive and that was all it took to bring my buried desires raging to resurface again. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't. So, I had no choice but to start managing them again. By that I began turning to porn, to erotic stories, and finally to collecting nude pics and storing them in a secure gallery app on my phone. That was fine. I was doing well simply by having sex with Ella and masturbating to my pictures of cocks when I wasn't. I lived my gay lifestyle in my mind. I never dared to risk chat rooms or even considered outright cheating on her. I loved Ella. I loved our life together.
But then she brought Finn home, and with him came my own personal brand of hell. As soon as I laid eyes upon him, the fire burned through me like an inferno. I couldn't get enough of that youthful body, which was lean and perfect. The smooth, flawless skin, kissed by the southern sun. The boyishly blue eyes that stilled my heart every time they met mine. The long, unkept blonde hair. I was in love. I was burning with it, and with pure, unadulterated lust. Just seeing him would arouse me. I had to learn which clothes to wear and not wear around him. The last thing I needed was for Ella to see my bulge, and then to start pondering its cause. I began living in fear, fearing that all it would take was one slip up and I'd reveal my secret. Would she hate me? Would she leave me? Would she take it out on Finn, which would devastate him, and her? How would she really react after learning that her husband, the man she long loved with every fiber of her being, fantasized about men, about men and their beautiful cocks, and worse, the boy she brought home? How would our families react?
"James!"
I turned to see the object of my desire calling out to me. Great! He was making the lust burn even worse now. He wore only those damnable shorts of his, and nothing else. I hated those things because they revealed his tight little ass when he moved a certain way or worse...when he bent over for something. God, that really drove me crazy! The other thing that drove me crazy was that he never wore underwear. The damn bulges! They've set many a fire in my loins since he'd begun buying those slim-fitting shorts he likes. I think he does it to torture me. Hell, even Ella regularly blushes from seeing it. I highly doubt she ever said anything about it to him though. I say that because I can't count the times I've caught her heated gaze drifting south. She's enjoying it too much to say a damn thing. And just when one thought his shorts were bad, it was even worse with jeans. He loved them skintight, probably because they revealed everything to my hungry eyes. Well... he had boxer briefs. In fact, he had a drawer full of them. I know because I helped him unpack. He should have known that we'd know he was freeballing it because Ella did the wash, including for him. That in spite of the fact that I know he knew how to operate the washing machine. I'd seen him do it before, not long after he moved in.
"I was wondering if you were coming home, but then I saw your truck in the garage..."
"I just needed some air, that's all." I smiled forcefully, trying to no let on that I'd walked in on him and his two compadres having sex in the guest house. I still couldn't get the sight of his exquisite body out of my head, of seeing him nude and lying on the bed. I couldn't shake the image of Tyler straddling him with his lovely cock inside Finn's mouth. I especially couldn't get rid of the image of Summer, riding him slowly with his cock buried deep within her shaved pussy. Yes, she was shaved. Every part of her was baby smooth skin, skin I wanted so desperately to touch and to kiss, to taste... I shook the thought away to be only distracted by that cock again, pressing against the thin fabric of his shorts. A wet spot was visible where the head was, remnants of his time with Summer and Tyler. I couldn't help but wonder which one received the last load of his delicious cum. Delicious? I haven't even tasted him, yet. How did I know if it was delicious or not? "Had a rough day." I cringed. I heard my voice and the emotion that came out raw within it.
He looked at me quizzically. "I can see why this would be your favorite part of the beach." He observed but didn't break eye contact with me.
"Want something to eat? Ella left leftovers in the fridge."
"I'm hungry." He smiled. "But not for food."