His Sensual Aide

A Snowball Chance

Jayson was trapped in Adam's thoughts. All day he would think of the sex. Which was incredible. In a way he had to admit to himself that it was in fact Jayson who had stolen his virginity. Not some acne riddled guy from high school who only gave him head and then never spoke to him again. It was in fact Jayson who took it. How strange that seemed to Adam considering he had been married 6 years. Fucking was sex though and blowjobs, no matter how good they felt, were just foreplay. And Adam fucking loved sex.

The first time Jayson had fucked him had been a turning point for Adam. His desires and cravings were now at the tip of his fingertips and that felt outstanding. To know that his wildest fantasies could become reality was life changing in certain ways. Well. In every kind of way. The second time Jayson fucked him as Adam existed in the sweet, Marijuana induced haze, the pain had been substantially less and he found himself opening up in ways unexpected even to himself.

Being stoned had been nice. It calmed some of the anxiety that he lived with on a daily basis. It basically just felt good. Felt wrong, too, doing this thing, this substance that, even though it was becoming easier to access in certain areas, it hadn’t where they lived. Plus possession of it still remains a felony and that increased the feeling he had done something wrong and that had produced two really strong orgasms there in Adam's bed as the smoke still hung over them.

It was a few days following that when Adam had a little bit of an argument with his husband. Paul hadn’t paid attention when Adam first began growing out stubble. Nor did he seem to notice that he was smoking more and more and doing less to cover the smell. But over time, especially the night of the fuck as he walked straight up to their outdoor, screened in living room with his happily sore ass, he was smoking away at a cigarette and didn't think twice or really give a fuck as he tossed the butt in the grass that Paul went out and measured everytime the landscaping crew came out to mow.

The stubble was quickly approaching beard status and itching and driving Adam crazy. Paul walked by him in the family room and waved his index finger up and down. "What are we in our thoughts about here and planning to gain with this, are we saying a statement of some type?" He was clutching a golf bag in the other hand. Adam had figured out that was his time at the park. Dr. Beets, the oral surgeon who had removed Adam's wisdom teeth and had prescribed an enormous amount of pain killers, the same man who had a pill problem himself as well as an alcoholic wife, and was Paul's closest friend, had let it slip one day when he called the house while Paul was supposedly golfing that he hadn’t been out with him for weeks.

"No statement, dear," Adam spoke without looking away from his laptop and the work he had brought home with him that afternoon from his job at a local doctor's office.

"If you are applying this effort as a means to garner attention, your efforts are a failure. It is only agitating my nerves."

Paul was a textbook narcissist and Adam hated the way he spoke. If a situation or event wasn't about him he would twist it and swing it enough until it was. "Not everything is about you, dear."

"When you want the lips of your own to meet the lips of your spouse, the breeding ground of hairy germs must be freed of your face!" He walked towards the archway of the room and Adam closed the computer.

"You're assuming that I want you to kiss me again. Maybe I don't."

Paul maintained a cool appearance. "Good luck finding upscale residence like the home I've provided here on your depressed office managers salary." He supplied a dry laugh and walked away.

Adam hadn’t cared. It also didn't bother him to know what Paul was gone to do. He thought back to Jayson standing before him in nothing but a leather jacket and boots just before they shared the joint.