The Husband

by John Simpson

  "Let's go eat. She can still cook like a miracle worker," Jeff said with pride. "You'll see."

  * * * *

  After dinner, they sat together watching television in the living room until Adam began to yawn. Jeff and Doris seemed to understand Adam had to be tired from the drive.

  "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed," Adam announced.

  "Sure, there are towels in the closet in your bathroom, so you should have everything you need," said Doris.

  "Thank you. I'll see you in the morning, and thank again for letting me stay here a while."

  Adam quickly took a shower. The bathroom was located off his bedroom so it enabled him to dry off and climb directly into bed naked. He could just hear the television faintly and began to think how Jeff looked in the painting. The more he thought about it the heavier he breathed. He pushed the covers down below his dick and began to jerk off. He fantasized about what sex would be like if he let Jeff take him any way he wanted. Before long, he climaxed and cleaned up with tissue from the nightstand.

  Feeling less agitated over his attraction to his friend, he could now go to sleep and dream about being a pirate sacking cities in the Caribbean and stealing away cute young men for duty at sea as pirates and matelots.

  The next morning when Adam woke up, he dressed and went down to the kitchen expecting to find both of his friends, but found neither. Instead, he found a note telling him Jeff could be found down in his office and Doris had gone shopping. The coffee was on, and he poured himself a cup, drank a small glass of orange juice, then headed down to the office.

  When he entered the office, he found Jeff on the phone, apparently with a broker buying stock, and he sat down at his part of the counter desk. He looked over again at his friend and noticed he had on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. Casual dress came in number one as the main advantage of working at home, aside from not having to drive to work. His legs were muscular from his football days, and before he got too involved in looking, Adam turned to his computer and turned the PC on. He began his job search using the computer to read job sites and newspapers.

  Jeff hung up, swiveled around, and said, "Morning, buddy, sleep well?"

  Jeff's smile lit up the office even more than the lights and sun coming through the window high in the wall.

  "Sure did. In fact, I slept later than I had intended to. Now, I need to get to work finding a job."

  "Did you ever call Craig last night?"

  "Oh! No, guess I felt too tired; calling him slipped my mind. I'll give him a call on his cell phone when I go upstairs to get a second cup of coffee."

  Jeff smiled and went right back to work. A half hour later, Adam got up and went back upstairs, poured his second cup of coffee, and got his phone book from his bedroom. He went back down into the living room and dialed the number as his stomach knotted up.

  "Hello?"

  "Craig, this is Adam. How are you?"

  "Adam! Wait, you're calling from a local number. Where the hell are you?"

  "Long story short, I moved back home and arrived in Long Island last night. I'm staying at Jeff and Doris's house until I get back on my feet. Are you still pissed at me?"

  "You mean for leaving me and almost breaking my heart? You fucker, of course I'm still pissed at you! Why are you calling?"

  "For one thing, I wanted to let you know I am back for good and to see how you were," Adam said with some trepidation in his voice.

  "Are you expecting to just pick up after you dumped me? You know, dinner, movie, fuck? Is that what you're after?"

  "Look, Craig, I missed you terribly, and I owe you for being an asshole. Let me make all this up to you, please?"

  "How do you know I'm not seeing someone? Do you think I just sat around pining over you? And another thing, why the hell didn't you call me?"

  "I didn't call you so the break between us might be easier for you. I figured, if we were talking to each other every day or something, our separation would be all the harder to take. I thought breaking off totally would be cleaner."

  "That's a fucked up excuse for leaving me worrying if you got out there okay, if you liked your new job and all. Now you just wander back on in and expect… what? What exactly do you want?" Craig asked. He sounded like he was holding back tears.

  "My God, I had no idea you were so hurt over my leaving. I have to make this up to you, even if we don't become boyfriends. Please, let me start by taking you out to dinner, okay?"

  "Fuck you!"

  Craig hung up. Adam slowly replaced the receiver and fought back his own emotions. If he had known how deeply Craig had apparently felt about him, he would never have moved the way he did. And in the end, all the disruption served no good purpose.

  "You okay?" Jeff asked at the top of the stairs.

  "Oh, ahh, yeah."

  "You talk to Craig?"

  "Yeah, I sure did. He is livid over me moving and now coming back. He's hurt, and I had no idea he considered me more than a close friend. That's how I viewed our relationship. He just hung up on me after telling me 'fuck you'."

  "Whoa. Well, give him some time. Let him get used to the idea you're back and that you're obviously interested in resuming your relationship if he'll have you back. This situation is tough, buddy, but you two may work it out yet."

  Adam got up and gave his friend a hug and breathed in the aroma of the Polo cologne Jeff wore so well. Jeff consisted of solid muscle and classic male beauty, and yet, he failed to realize just how hot he appeared to others. Jeff had to be one of the most secure individuals Adam had ever met when the topic of conversation concerned his sexuality. He knew without doubt that he was straight, and he wasn't the least bit threatened by someone else being gay. If anything, he seemed flattered by the effect he had on Adam whenever Adam made a direct comment on Jeff's beauty and took it as a compliment.

  * * * *

  Unknown to Adam, Jeff and Doris had briefly discussed Adam's living with them. They both surmised the attraction Adam probably felt towards Jeff from past associations between the friends. She wanted to make sure her husband wouldn't be uncomfortable with a gay guy living with them. Jeff recalled something Doris had said that shocked him.

  "Honey, if letting him do something with you intrigues you at all, and you wanna experience that kind of sex, you have my permission. I know you're not gay or even bi-sexual, so I wouldn't feel threatened in the least. I've read it's not uncommon for straight men to wonder what sex would be like to have a guy say, blow them. Now, another woman, and I'll cut your dick off, mister!"

  Jeff smiled to himself.

  "Did I say something funny?" Adam asked, looking confused.

  "Huh? Oh, no, not at all, I just remembered something Doris said to me, but never mind. Just give Craig some breathing room and maybe he'll come around."

  * * * *

  They got their final refill of coffee and headed back downstairs. After an hour or so, Jeff got a phone call that he became deeply involved with, and when he began swiveling around in his chair, Adam happened to notice, when Jeff turned towards him, he could see up one leg of his shorts.

  He isn't wearing any underwear!

  Any question about how the rest of his Adonis roommate looked had now been answered. Jeff's dick and balls were as perfect as the rest of him and of a fitting size. Adam swallowed hard and tried not to look anymore as he somehow felt like he had invaded his friend's privacy.

  The sexual tension Adam felt within himself was broken when Doris returned from her shopping trip, which wasn't for food as Adam thought, but clothes and things. Jeff loved Doris a lot, and he showed his love in how he treated her, talked to her, and looked at her with obvious love in his eyes. This love extended to allowing Doris to pretty much spend what she wanted when she went shopping. However, Doris did use common sense on how much she spent and on what.

  "Hey, honey, how's your day been with old Adam here?" she asked.

  "Been great, babe! Did you find some b
argains?"

  "Yeah, I got some shoes and a couple of blouses from Macy's. And, I found you a very nice Polo shirt, Adam, so you and Jeff have matching Polos to wear if the occasion arises!"

  "Like what? A gay pride parade?" Adam asked with a laugh.

  Jeff laughed as well, and Doris replied, "I just like the thought of having my men look good. I'll take my leave now and go upstairs where I'm wanted by the toaster or something."

  Both men laughed out loud and her comment set the mood for the rest of the morning.

  Chapter Two

  One morning two weeks later, when Adam exited his bedroom, Jeff happened to be crossing his bedroom with the door open. The only thing he wore was a tightly wrapped towel. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. Adam couldn't help himself as he looked Jeff's body up and down. The towel jutted out right where his genitals were, and Jeff had a broad smile on his face.

  "Something wrong, guy?" he asked.

  "Jeff, you are absolutely fucking gorgeous for a man. You would make any straight woman and most gay men weak in the knees. Do you know how lucky you are to have your looks?"

  "I know I got lucky in the gene pool, and being Italian, certain prominent genes came out, giving me the looks I have. Do I make you weak in the knees?" he asked with a smile.

  "You must know you do, and right now, I would love for the towel to drop so I could admire the rest of you. Any chance?" Adam asked.

  "You know I'm not interested in sex with you, right? I'm not gay or bi."

  "I know, Jeff, and I'd never touch you unless invited to. I respect you very much and love you like a brother. But I swear right now you're making my heart race thinking about how you look naked."

  Jeff smiled and nodded. "I'll just pretend for a moment I'm in the locker room at the gym," he said as he lifted his left hand holding the towel to his body.

  As the towel fell away, Adam literally gasped at the sight of his friend totally naked. His cock was long and thick and he had two large balls. His black pubic hair had been trimmed but not shaved and appeared immaculate.

  "My God, please turn around," Adam whispered through tight lips.

  Jeff smiled again and did as requested. The view from the rear looked even more spectacular than the front. Jeff's ass curved out in enticing mounds of muscled flesh. His entire ass had a light coating of fine black hair that went down and onto his legs. He had no hair on his back. He turned back around and faced Adam once more. He had become slightly erect.

  "My God, Jeff, you are without a doubt the most beautiful man I have ever seen! You're perfect in every respect."

  "Thank you, Adam. Seen enough?"

  "Oh, yes! Of course, I'm sorry. Thank you for putting me out of the misery of wondering what you looked like naked. If I had you as a boyfriend, I'd never leave home!"

  "Thank you. I need to get dressed now," he said with a smile as he closed the bedroom door, leaving Adam fanning himself and walking down the hallway on wobbly legs.

  Adam sat down at the table in stunned silence. Doris looked over and poured him coffee.

  "What's the matter, hon?" she asked with great concern. "You look like you're in shock or something. Did something terrible happen?"

  "Ahh, no, nothing terrible happened. I'm just worried about finding a job, that's all," he lied.

  "Honey, you're bound to find the right job."

  Jeff walked into the kitchen and kissed Doris and got his own coffee.

  "Well, I better head right down to the office. The market will be opening shortly, and since I got delayed by my shower this morning, I'll just skip juice and the muffin," he said smiling.

  "Go ahead, honey. I'll bring both down to you," Doris replied.

  Adam got himself together, fixed his coffee, and offered to save Doris a trip down the stairs by carrying a tray with Jeff's juice and muffin. When he got to the office, he set both down next to Jeff's coffee cup as he seemed occupied by turning on the television and checking opening figures.

  Adam began a search for federal employment, as they were one of the best employers a person could work for in the current economy. Jeff came in, sat down and switched on the three computers he used to conduct his business. He noticed his juice and muffin.

  "I didn't see Doris come down with this," Jeff said surprised.

  "Oh, she didn't. I brought them down to save her the trip," he said as his eyes scanned Jeff's body.

  "Adam, are we going to be able to share this office together or are you going to act like a bull in heat when you're around me?" he asked with a smile.

  "Oh, of course! I'll be over what I saw this morning by noon and we'll be fine. I swear."

  * * * *

  The phone rang for Jeff and ended the conversation. The rest of the morning went by fast until lunch time arrived. Jeff decided since Adam had brought down breakfast, he'd run up and grab their sandwiches and bring them back down.

  "Hi, honey, I've made my men lunch," Doris said as she put the sandwiches on plates. "How's your morning going?"

  "Good, have had some good sales this morning, I hope the trend continues this afternoon," he replied.

  "Honey, did something happen this morning? When Adam came into the kitchen, he looked, I don't know, like something had shocked him."

  Jeff walked over to her and whispered into her ear. "He got to see all of me this morning. The bedroom door happened to be open, and just as he came out of his bedroom, well, there I stood wrapped in a towel, which fell off."

  "Oh, I see. He must have liked what he saw obviously." She giggled.

  "That's putting his reaction mildly."

  "Did he ask… you know…?"

  "To do me? No! I think he'd sooner pass out than actually ask me something like that. He's very conscious of the fact that I'm straight. But if we don't get him and Craig back together again, the boy's going to lose his mind. He needs to get laid. When he saw Jeff Junior, he turned red and then went all white. I thought he might pass out and became worried for a moment until the color came back into his face."

  "What made that happen?" she asked.

  "I turned around at his request so he could see my ass. I figured total nudity would be no different than being in the locker room at the gym. Being naked isn't any big deal for me, but it surely was for our friend."

  "Are you sure you don't wanna give him what he wants so bad?"

  "You mean let him suck my dick? No way, honey. I'm straight, and unless I was stuck on a desert island or, God forbid, in prison for a long stretch, I'd never consent to that kind of thing anymore than Adam could let you have your way with him."

  "Okay, now that you put the scenario that way, I understand." She put her arms around her husband and hugged him tightly. "Now go eat lunch!"

  * * * *

  A couple weeks later, Doris asked Adam to dress nicely since they were having a small dinner party with friends. Doris spent all day cooking, and both Jeff and Adam looked great in dressier than normal clothing that just happened to include two very beautiful Polo shirts.

  Adam helped set the table and looked surprised when told to set only four places.

  "Doris, the dinner party is for one of your friends, not a bunch?" Adam asked, puzzled.

  "Yes, the purpose is to reconnect with an old friend we lost contact with and to bring her back into our lives. I expect she'll be around more in the future."

  Adam shrugged. He set out wine glasses as well as water glasses, and the table looked beautiful when Jeff put a pair of silver candlesticks holding two long-stem white candles on the table.

  At a little before seven, Jeff lit the candles and they all sat down in the living room, enjoying the aroma of the Italian dinner Doris had prepared. She had created a very basic entrée made of ground beef, elbow macaroni, onions, peas, and sauce. What made the dish special had to be the tomato sauce that had simmered all day, amply filled with just the right spices, including garlic. The last time Adam had eaten this for dinner, just before the move, he'd made a pi
g of himself and had three helpings.

  Finally the doorbell rang and Doris sprang up to answer the door. The smile left Adam's face when he saw Craig walk into the house. While Doris took his coat, Jeff went over to him and gave him a hug. When Craig noticed Adam now standing in the dining room doorway, the smile left his face as Doris closed the door.

  Craig shot Doris a look that communicated disapproval and anger as well. Jeff moved in a little closer to Doris, a movement that seemed to say "Chill out, Craig."

  "I thought he would be gone for the night and that's why you invited me over so the three of us could have dinner," Craig said in a harsh tone.

  "Honey," Doris said, "I just thought the time had arrived for you two to put aside the hurt and become friends once more. Adam's miserable without you, and I have to assume on some level you're miserable without Adam too."

  "Never mind. I'm going to leave for the evening. I'll be back around eleven," Adam said as he walked towards the closet. When he got there, he found all six foot two of Jeff standing in front of the door.

  "Sit down and act like an adult," said Jeff, without a hint that he wasn't dead serious. "You! Sit down on the sofa as well. Doris spent all day in the kitchen making a dish she knows you both like, so have the courtesy to sit the hell down and enjoy the food. No one is going anywhere."

  Adam and Craig both flinched at the tone of Jeff's voice. After looking again to see if Jeff was serious, they both sat down at opposite ends of the sofa while Doris brought in everyone's usual cocktails.

  Both Jeff and Doris tried all kinds of small talk to break the ice that had formed around the windows and doors of the house but without success. Finally, Jeff said, "Okay, fuck this. Let's eat and then you two can go the hell your separate ways or whatever the hell you wanna do."

  He jumped out of the chair and headed into the kitchen. He returned with a large pot of the pasta and placed it on the table, along with a ladle. Doris sat down, and Jeff poured the wine.

  "I'll skip the toast, as obviously neither of you are in the mood to be civilized," Jeff said.