"As told from Daniel's cocksucking lips......"
When Travis hit the road, there was something in me that was missing. I looked through the blinds as he drove off in his truck, then I would sit at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and evaluating things, right before Matt pulled up a seat at the table.
"I want a divorce," I told him.
He looked up, then took a sip of his coffee as his eyes were focused on mine.
"You sure," he asked.
"Damn sure. I want a divorce."
He chuckled, then looked away and took another sip as if he was surprised by the news, uttering his response. "Me, too."
For 10 to 20 seconds we had a stare down, studying each other to see if the moment was real, then we burst into laughter.
"How long you been feeling this way," he asked.
"Since the first time we played with Travis on the train," I told him.
For once in years we were on the same page as he, too, was on the same cloud. There was no animosity, no barrels of foul as we were just two men who grew apart.
"I guess we're at a point of change," I said before finishing off my coffee.
"Oh, but we've had some great times," he countered as we mentioned trips around the world, the first time we met, our first sexual encounter, and so much more.
We made memories, but over time the coils of our relationship were worn, and becoming "open" was the defining moment.
"15 years," he told me.
"15, overall good years. Let's end it being on the same page, for once. Friends," I asked, extending my hand.
He stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of my chair as we made out once more, kissing passionately as our naked bodies were pressed together with our robes being the outer border. I'd admit this was the best touch between the two of us, and for a split moment we both looked at each other as if we were making a mistake, then the moment dissipated. We laughed, and hugged heartily as the separation began right then. Me being a judge, and because we were on the same page, filing wasn't an issue, and we handled everything within six weeks as we split everything down the middle. I kept our Fairfield property, and he would keep the Fort Lauderdale condo as this gave him the excuse he needed to quit the job. I even shuffled some hefty cash to his personal account that morning for good measure, as we were ending things on a good note.
"We may no longer be an item, but I'll always be a friend," Matt told me outside of the legal office where we finished things off.
We kissed once more, then bid to never become strangers before we walked our separate ways. Once I made it to my car, I made a phone call to someone I swore galvanized the dissipation of my marriage, yet pulled the biggest freak out of me.
I called Travis.
"Hey. You wanna come back up to Fairfield?"
"Surprised to get a call from you," he said.
"Well, some things have changed, and I could really use your company right about now," I told him.
The thick bear with the hairy, muscular chest, big arms, and even bigger cock had me in a zone since he left. Matt felt the same as either of us weren't on the sites, or even really in the mood to search for anyone outside of what Travis offered.
"You're a notch above most," I told him.
"I'm flattered, but its been a month. Why now," he asked.
"Matt and I were going through it. Well, not anymore. We're divorced," I told him.
He sensed our rocky road and wasn't as worried about either of us hitting him up after he left.
"Hey man, you're more than just a good fuck. We love your charisma, your charm, and you're just a good guy to talk to," I added.
I was pouring it on thick until he shut me down, stating "the stroke of his cock" was the real reason I reached out.
"Like I said: you're a cut above most," I reiterated. "Help me celebrate being single again?"
"Yes. I'll purchase your flight, and I'll suck you, fuck you, do whatever you want or need me to do, for three, maybe four days," I said.
"The bottom line is, I need you."
