Back to Diego

Seeing the love the Smiths had for each other despite their differences, how far they went to please one another, made up my mind for me. I had loved Susan for years and had always done everything I could to please her, both in life and in bed. In all that time she rarely, if ever, did the same for me.

With butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I turned and headed back to Diego's place. I couldn't believe I was choosing life as a gay man over the life I had built with my wife, but the farther I walked the more right it felt. I could only hope he felt the way he said he did.

I knocked on his door and had to wait half a minute for him to open it and look out at me. He smiled and my butterflies took it up a notch. It had been a long time since I felt that way.

"I guess you made up your mind?" he asked, and I could only nod. "You made the right choice, daddy."

Diego wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him and started kissing me. Our limp cocks rubbed against each other and at once started to harden.

Suddenly, while still standing there in his open doorway, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around my shaft. At that moment I knew I was flushing years of marriage down the drain for this young man, but it felt right. I had never felt so certain about anything before in my life.

Gently he reached up and teased my balls, and I moaned, oblivious to the people passing by. We stayed in that position for what felt like an eternity until I finally came. He milked every last drop out of my balls before finally getting to his feet.

Diego took me by the hand and led me into his beach house.