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Chapter II
I know there's a trope of how haunted by guilt and self-loathing those who are stepping out on their partners are. I am not. I genuinely believe most people who are cheating (an overly puritanical construct) are. I think we pretend to fall to pieces because we are expected to.
In the past 3 months or so that I have known Will, my ritual after getting fucked by him is to get on the red line towards home. I get off at Downtown Crossing and go back to my locker at the gym where I have stored my work clothes. I switch costumes before I walk to Park Street to slump into a green line train heading home to Brookline. I am telling you this because changing trains is switching from one life to the other, and I need that ritual to return to my life to my Caleb.
"Hey, baby, how was your day?" Caleb asks after a kiss. He is so handsome: light green eyes, a build that tells tales of the many victories he won as the captain of the rowing team when he was at Yale.
"Exhausting." I say.
"I think I can help."
His eyes twinkle as he grabs my crotch, and he leans in for a deep kiss.
"Oh, Caleb, I..." I try to protest.
"Let me make you feel good," he says, his voice low and heavy with his Southern drawl.
He takes my hand, and leads me to our bedroom. As we kiss, he fumbles with my suspender buttons and I with those on his shirt. We aren't getting anywhere, and we mutually roll our eyes. This is why I love this man. We are incredibly in tune.
Caleb laughs as he takes over his own undressing.
"Get on the bed!" He commands.
"Wait," I say. "Let me look at you."
He really is beautiful: sandy brown hair that fall into his eyes. Round, strong shoulders and a chest hard, seemingly moulded in rock. His cock is standing at attention...sort of! The rightward curvature it has hits my prostate beautifully when this man fucks me. The foreskin is pulled back, and its purple head is beset with a pearl of precum.
"Baby, this is very flattering, but I want to eat you out."
"Caleb, how did I get so lucky?"
I am self-aware enough to know that I should feel abject disgust at myself. I simply don't.
He shakes his head and gently pushes me onto the bed. All I am wearing is a white dress shirt. Caleb has pulled my briefs off, and is teasing my ass cheeks apart.
My boyfriend is going to eat out the hole where my lover just deposited a load. It's something out of Noël Coward, if you think about it...
I feel myself trembling as his tongue runs up and down the tender flesh between my cheeks.
"Oh, fuck, Caleb..."
"So slick, so tight..." He says, inserting a finger, making me moan.
I claw at the sheets as his tongue moves more furtively in and around my hole.
"Delicious!" He mumbles at one point. I wonder if he's tasting the remnants of Will's cum.
"Hey, baby?" He asks from behind me. "Will you suck me?"
"Only if you promise to paint my face with your cum."
I have turned around now. His green eyes flash at my words.
"I'll see what I can do."
I have him lie back, and run the tip of my tongue up the shaft of his turgid, throbbing member.
"Oh, fuck..."
I love that I can make him feel such pleasure. It's not atonement, if that's what you're thinking.
I am slobbering all over his cock. Taking him deep into my mouth, cupping my hands around his girth as I go up and down, faster and faster.
"I am so close..." He pants. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and after a few quick jerks, blasts my face with several ropes of cum. He's moaning out my name as he shoots.
"You look so cute with my cum dripping down your chin," he laughs.
"I think you said that to me the first time I blew you." I observe as I stand up to head to the bathroom.
"Well, you do!"
Before I can respond, I hear my phone ping. I know in my heart that it's Will. And later at night, when I step out of the bed I share with my Caleb to allegedly get a glass of milk. I will open up Will's message. I will marvel at the engorged vein running the length of his cock. "come back" is all what the accompanying caption will say. I will briefly consider calling an Über, but will belay that idea immediately. It's a weeknight, after all.