A few hours had passed since Mark fucked Jamie in the bathroom, and last-minute party preparations were underway. The house had a chaotic energy, brimming with movement as Jamie's family and the hired caterers, bartender, and entertainment rushed around to complete every detail before the first guests arrived in about 2 hours.
Jamie had put on some athletic clothes in anticipation of his mother asking him to move some furniture around. Knowing that Mark would be watching, he threw on the most flattering gym outfit he could find in his closet: White sneakers with calf-length athletic socks, short gym shorts that accentuated his tanned, muscular thighs, and a tight-fitting tank-top to make visible his beefy torso and strong arms. He was looking like a true gay gym-rat.
Jamie's instincts were right - the second he arrived in the living room, his mom was barking orders for him to move the furniture against the wall, shuffle the carpets, and clean the surfaces. He spent a half-hour going through the laundry-list of chores, in which time he had worked up a serious sweat. His skin glistened in the hot air of the house, his armpits emitting a testosterone-fueled scent.
Just as he finished up, Jamie's mom returned to the room in a hurry with Mark. He too was wearing athletic clothes, a slightly more modest pair of mid-thigh shorts, a sweat-wicking t-shirt, and a baseball cap on backwards.
"Thank god you're done," Jamie's mom said, exasperated. "Can you help Mark grab all the folding chairs from the shed out back and bring them inside?"
Mark gave Jamie a smile, jolting Jamie with energy at the thought of them being alone together.
"Sure, Mom. We'll be back in a bit."
She rushed off, and Mark strutted casually over to Jamie.
"Your mom's great, but damn she's stressed right now."
"She always gets this way before an event," Jamie replied. "C'mon, I'll show you where the shed is." Jamie nodded his head towards the back exit of the house, leading Mark outside to their tool shed.
The shed was just 30 feet away but hardly noticeable from the house. Tucked back in some bushes, it had a single entrance that faced the house and a small window pointing out to the side-yard. Jamie opened the unlocked door, letting Mark inside the tiny space cluttered with gardening supplies, holiday decorations, and the folding chairs.
"Well, here they are," said Jamie, motioning towards the chairs. But before he could do anything else, Mark closed the door and stared right at Jamie.
"Fuck the chairs, let's chat." He unfolded two of them, beckoning Jamie to sit down with him. He continued.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable earlier, Jamie. It's just that, well, I've had a hard time controlling myself since the divorce proceedings began."
Jamie hadn't seen Mark so vulnerable about the divorce before. If anything, his openness made him sexier than ever.
"No need to apologize, man. Besides, I came on to you more than the other way around. After all, I barged into the bathroom with an exposed erection."
"Well I'm glad you feel that way, Jamie. For what it's worth, I had an incredible time. I've fucked around a lot, and you were easily one of the best."
Jamie was flattered. "Feels pretty good to fuck a guy's ass, doesn't it?" He asked rhetorically with a slightly wink. "Have you ever done that before?"
Mark seemed surprised by the question. "Of course! I can't believe you didn't know this, but I'm actually bisexual. Honestly, I'll fuck any hole I can get my dick near."
"Wow, Mark. I had no clue. I guess that's not something I'd ever discuss with my parents."
Mark chuckled, then leaned in and grabbed Jamie's knee with his right hand. They made eye contact, and Jamie felt a sexual pulse surge through his body.
"Despite all my infidelity though, there's one thing I've never done: Get fucked in the ass."
Jamie was stunned at Mark's forwardness. He was more like a horned-up teenager than a 40-something dad!
"Well, Mark," Jamie replied back, "I could probably help you out with that."
