Happily Divorced
 by: Hankster

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-1-

Kent Foreman’s wife came home from a business trip one evening, a full day sooner than she was expected.  She never told Kent about her early arrival. She wanted to surprise him.  Not only was he surprised (shocked actually), but she was even more surprised than he was.

She crept quietly into their bedroom, and found her husband fucking his secretary.  She shrieked.  The secretary dressed rapidly, and she ran out of the house.  Kent packed as much as he could, and he exited the scene of his indiscretion in less than two hours.  He drove to a hotel.

His wife Lulu (Louise) didn’t waste a moment.  When he went to use his credit card to pay for his room, it was invalid.  She had already put a stop to it by calling the fraud division.  He was to find out that she also tied up all his assets.  That problem didn’t get resolved until their divorce terms were agreed upon months later.  She was unable to put a hold on his 401K plan.  She had no jurisdiction over that, so at least he wasn’t penniless.

Kent had a secret credit card.  He used it to finance his extra-marital activities.  Lulu had no knowledge of it, of course, so he was able to secure a room with it.  Until he got back on his feet, he could borrow from his retirement fund, but he didn’t want to do that unless it was a last resort. 

Lulu had a better paying job than he did, and they had no children.  He was certain that neither of them would have to pay alimony, and child support was a non-issue.  Although his office was closed at the moment, he called anyway, and left a message that he was sick, and wouldn’t be in the next day, which was Friday.  No doubt, his secretary would be informed, and she would understand the reason.  His absence tomorrow would actually give him three days to let his brain calm down.

As soon as he got himself settled down in the hotel room, he took a moment to reflect on his situation; the stormiest night of his life.  His first realization was that he wasn’t unhappy at all.  In fact, he was relieved.  One of the reasons he sought hook-ups outside of his marital bed was that Lulu was frigid.  On a good night, after much foreplay, he might be lucky enough to arouse a slight desire in her to maybe want sex.  When she was ready to make love (calling it love is frankly a misnomer), she lay stiff as a board.  It was obvious that she was hoping it would be over soon.

Outside of the bedroom, she was never warm and loving to him.  They were almost aloof to each other. Kent liked to refer to their situation as being “married singles.”  The bottom line is that getting booted out of the house was no problem for him; getting resettled would take all his fortitude.  Kent hated change.  That’s probably why he did nothing about divorcing Lulu before this evening.

Once he got himself to realize that this was the best thing that could have happened to him, he decided to go out for a bite to eat, and go to sleep early.  He wanted to have lots of time the following day to start looking for a place to live.

-2-

After breakfast the next morning, he searched the internet for rooms to rent.  He hit paydirt on his third telephone call.  A room in a private residence was still available.  It was a short drive to his office.  He spoke to someone named Jonathan Springer.  Kent thought that he sounded awfully young on the phone, and wondered if he wasn’t the son of the owner of the house. From Jon’s description it sounded like an ideal set-up for him. 

Jon gave him the address, and they agreed that Kent could come right over.  He drove to the house as quickly as he could, but first, he stopped at a bank and opened a checking account in his name only.  He funded it with a cash advance from his secret credit card.

When the young man opened the door, Kent was pleasantly surprised.  The man who greeted him was not as young as he sounded on the phone.  He was at least twenty-eight.  Kent was thirty-three.  We’re more or less contemporaries, Kent thought.

The two men shook hands cordially.  They both had firm grips, and that didn’t escape the notice of either of them.  Subconsciously, they both judged a man by his grip when he shook hands.  They approved of each other immediately.

The house was a large three bedroom colonial.  Jon chose to rent out only one bedroom.  He felt that two men in the household was sufficient.  Therefore, The master bedroom and the room available for rent, both faced a very private back yard. 

“The third bedroom will be a guest room if either of us has company,” Jon explained.  “You’ll have access to all the common areas of the house.  I have a private bathroom in my room, so the guest bathroom is all yours.  Everything is included in the rent, but you’ll have to buy your own food.”

They agreed upon rent, and Jon presented Kent with a month to month rental agreement, which was prepared by a friend who was a real estate agent. Kent wrote a check for one month’s rent from his new checking account.  Jon didn’t even ask for a security deposit.  It was obvious that he was new to all this, and Kent’s curiosity was aroused.

“This is a pretty big house,” Kent said.  “What’s a single guy doing roaming around in it?”

“I inherited it,” Jon said.  “I grew up in this house.  My dad died three years ago, and my mom followed him two months ago.  I could have sold it, but I prefer to live in it.  It’s my home, and it’s comfortable for me.  It’ll be a great house to settle down in, if I ever find my soulmate.  I figured that a roommate would be good company, and help pay the bills.  I make a good living, but this big house is a money pit.  Now let me ask you something.  You look well enough heeled.  What are you doing looking for a single room?”

“I’m in the midst of a divorce, and until all financial matters are resolved between us, this is all I can afford.”

“Gee, I’m sorry,” Jon said.

“Don’t be sorry,” Kent advised.  “You’re looking at the happiest man alive right now.”

“Okay then, when can you move in?”

“In about an hour,” Kent laughed.  “I just got kicked out of my house last night, and I’m staying in a sleazy hotel.  If I check out soon, I won’t even have to pay for an extra day.  It’s before check out time.  My stuff is in my car, and all I have in the hotel are my toiletries.”

“Shit man, get your stuff and come right over.  We’ll have dinner together, and neither of us will be lonely tonight.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Kent said.  “I’d like to show my appreciation for your kindness, and for welcoming me into your home.   I’d like to take you out to dinner tonight.  We’ll go to a restaurant of your choice.”

“That’s great man.  You’re on.”

Driving back to the hotel, Kent could not believe how he had lucked out, and so quickly too.  How would he have felt if he knew that Jon was gay, and the restaurant he had in mind was located in the gayest section of town?  Kent didn’t even know that there was a gay section in his home town.

Kent returned quickly and put all his stuff away neatly.  He was all settled in, long before it was time to go to dinner.

Late in the afternoon, Jon said, “It’s a little early for dinner, but let’s leave now and we can have a couple of drinks at the bar before we eat.  I’ll drive because I know the way.”

Jon could not find a parking space so he used valet parking.  Kent insisted on paying for it.  When they entered the restaurant, Kent still had no idea that they were in a gay bar.  The diners were mostly men of all ages, but there were several older couples dining with their sons.  There were also a few lesbian couples, so there was a sprinkling of women in the restaurant..  Kent noticed that the bar was called Heaven’s Best.

They sat down at the bar, and the bartender greeted Jon by his name.

Shit, Kent thought, I hope he’s not a heavy drinker.  The bartender knows him too well.

Jon introduced Kent to the bartender, and the two men shook hands cordially.  He and Kent ordered a gin and tonic.  As he served them their drinks, the bartender said, “I’m surprised to see you here, Jon.  It’s drag night, and I know that you hate seeing those guys all made up.  I should say, grotesquely made up.”

“You’re right,” Jon said, “but I was invited out to dinner and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”

All of this was still going over Kent’s head.  He was so glad to be rid of his wife, his feet were floating off the ground.  He and Jon lingered at the bar, and had another drink.  They chatted cordially, like two old friends.  As a matter of fact, they felt like buddies already.

Finally, Jon said, “Let’s get a table, and order dinner.  With all the excitement today, I forgot to eat lunch.  I’m really hungry.”

They were finished eating, and Kent was settling the bill with the waiter, when Jon said, “I see a couple of my friends at the bar.  Before we go, let me introduce you.”

“Sure,” Kent said.  He believed it would be good for him to make new friends.  He was certain that he was about to start a whole new life.

Kent got his first shock, and a slight awakening to where he was, when Jon greeted his two buddies.  The three men hugged.  That was no big deal, but then Jon kissed them both on the lips.  That truly shocked Kent, and he was uncomfortable for the first time.

“This good looking guy here is my friend Carl.  We met in kindergarten, and this even better looking stud is his husband Tyler,” Jon said.

Kent was aware of same sex marriages, and he didn’t disapprove.  He just never thought about it, but when he met his first real live married men, his shock increased.  At last, he was almost certain now, that they were in a gay bar.

“This is my friend, Kent,” Jon continued with his introductions.  “He’s just beginning to start divorce proceedings with his wife.”

“His wife?” Carl asked.  “Good for you Kent.  You’ll be glad you came out at last.  You’ll see.  You’ll be liberated, and you’ll be happy.”

Kent had no idea what Carl was saying, but he finally got the picture when Jon said, “You’ve got it wrong, Carl.  Kent is straight.  He’s divorcing, because his wife caught him fucking another woman, his secretary.”

Carl turned red.  “Gee, I’m sorry Kent.  I just assumed that you were gay, since we’re in a gay bar.”

The door to awareness was now wide open, and Kent was totally uncomfortable.  Jon had been to plenty of straight bars, and he was only uncomfortable when a woman hit on him.  Nobody had bothered Kent, and so Jon had no reason to suspect that Kent would be uncomfortable in a gay bar, but he could sense that Kent was getting agitated.

“Are you guys staying for the drag show?” Tyler asked.

Jon thought that leaving the bar would be the best thing he and Kent could do.  “No,” he said, “I never liked those shows.  Let’s go home, Kent.  We’ve had a big day.”

Kent shocked himself, Jon, and his two buddies when he said, “Gee Jon, I’ve never seen a drag show.  I wouldn’t mind seeing one tonight.”

“If you’re sure about that, we can stay,” Jon agreed.  “There’s no rush to get home.  The weekend is just beginning.”

“There’s an empty table over there,” Carl said.  “Let’s grab it before someone else does.”

The four men rushed to the table.  As soon as they were seated a waiter came over to take their drink order, and to supply them with bar snacks.  Kent was about to have his first experience in the gay world.  He surprised himself.  He was looking forward to it.

Most of the entertainers were as grotesquely made up as Jon had predicted, but that was part of the mystique, and Kent accepted it.  Besides, the show was very high up on its level of entertainment.

Kent was fascinated when he observed the audience running up to the drag queens and stuffing dollar bills into their G Strings.  He even decided to do it himself.  The first guy he tipped was humongous and Kent got a fist full.  He was not grossed out.  He was rather amused.  He did it several times more.

When the first show ended, Kent and Jon agreed to go home.  Jon hugged his two buddies, and kissed them again.  Kent was about to shake hands with his two new friends, but he thought better of it. Instead, he hugged them, but no kisses.

“It was great meeting you two guys,” Kent said.

“Likewise Tyler said.  “I hope we’ll see you again.”

“I’d say that’s a good bet.”

Kent and Jon were very quiet on the drive home.  Finally, Kent blurted out, “Why didn’t you tell me you were gay?”

“I didn’t think it was important.  I’m not going to make a play for you.”

“But I would have asked if you’d mind if I brought home a lady friend occasionally.”

“I won’t mind at all.  As long as your bedroom door is tight shut.  I promise to do the same,” Jon agreed.

They had talked without a break in the bar, but now they grew silent again.  The silence was uncomfortable, so Jon asked, “Well Kent, how did you enjoy your first time in a gay bar?”

“I had fun,” Kent said simply. 

They grew silent yet again.  Just before they arrived home, Kent turned to Jon.  “Why did you say that you wouldn’t make a play for me, Jon?  Aren’t I attractive enough?”

“Good God, man.  You’re a hunk.  I’ve got the hots for you, but I’d never come on to you.  I’m not a sexual predator.  If I make love with anyone, it has to be consensual.  I’d want to be totally into him, and I’d want him to be totally into me.”

“I appreciate that,” Kent said.  “I hope we’ll continue to be friends.”

“I have no doubt about it,” Jon murmured.

-3-

They were very compatible roommates.  Kent continued to have dinner out with Jon from time to time, and sometimes they went to Jon’s favorite gay bar.  Those times were rare, however.  Usually, they went to a mainstream restaurant.  Once, they went to a straight bar, and Jon was hit on more than Kent.  He didn’t wish to go there again.

Because Kent’s bathroom was in the hall, the two men saw each other naked often.  It didn’t bother either of them.  Unknown to Kent, when Jon saw him in the buff, he ran back to his room and whacked off.

In spite of the fact that they had given each other permission to entertain a guest, it hardly ever happened.  They both preferred to spend quiet evenings at home.  They enjoyed eating dinner together, and after dinner they watched TV in the living room.  Other times they just sat and chatted, filling each other in on their day, and their lives.  For all intent and purposes they were living like a married couple.  The difference for Kent was, he enjoyed his life now, away from Lulu.  He was happy every moment he spent with Jon.  On the other hand, Jon’s longing for Kent was frustrating the life out of him.

When they were together for fourteen months, Kent’s divorce became final, and all financial matters were settled.  He was elated.

“Call Carl and Tyler,” he said to Jon.  “I feel like celebrating.  Tell them to meet us at Heaven’s Best.  The whole evening is on me.  Also tell them to come by taxi.  I want them to drink as much as they want to.  They might not think it’ll be a good idea to drive themselves home.”

“Wonderful,” Jon said, “but did you forget it’s drag night.”

“That’s even better,” Kent said.

The four men met at the bar, and kissed each other.  Kent had been kissing them for some time now.  They were the most boisterous men in the bar that night.  All of them were sharing in Kent’s joy.

At some point, Kent excused himself to go to the bathroom, and Carl followed him in.  They peed in adjoining urinals, and Carl blurted out.  “There’s something I’ve got to tell you, Kent.  You may not like it, but it’s something you should know.”

They finished peeing, and stepped away from the urinals to the sinks.  “Talk,” Kent said.  “You’ve already scared me half to death.”

“You know that Jon and I have been friends since before forever.  Well, he tells me everything.”

“He tells me everything that’s on his mind also.”  Kent was a little chagrined, but he couldn’t fathom why.

“Well, there’s one thing he’s keeping from you, but not from me, Kent.”

Kent feared the worst.  Maybe Jon had a disease and was dying?  Maybe he wanted to kick Kent out of the house.  “Please tell me what it is,” he pleaded.

“Kent, Jon is madly in love with you.  Knowing he can’t have you, is driving him crazy.  He’s already a basket case.  He cries himself to sleep every night.  His frustration level is so high, I’m afraid, he’ll do something stupid, and I think you know what I mean.  He hasn’t had sex since the day he met you.”

“What shall I do?” Kent asked.  He was weeping.

“Talk to him.  Together you must decide what must be done, even if it means you’ll have to move out.”

“Yes, I promise to talk to him, and try to resolve this dilemma, but for now, I have to put on a happy face.  This is a celebration, after all.”

Sometime during the festivities, Carl and Tyler got up to dance. 

“Dance with me?” Kent asked Jon.

Jon was afraid that if he danced with Kent, he’d spring a boner, so he said, “No thanks.  I’ve got two left feet.”

Kent knew Jon was lying.  He’d seen him dance many times before.  The two men were barely talking, and finally, after the drag show, both couples called UBER and went home.  Jon and Kent hardly talked in the car either.

Now’s not the time to talk to him, Kent thought.  I’ll talk to him in the morning.

They went right to bed without their habitual hug goodnight.  Neither of them was going to get any sleep this night.  Jon had made up his mind to tell Kent how he felt about him, no matter what the consequences were.  Kent tossed and turned.  He knew he had to move out, and he planned on telling Jon at breakfast.

Suddenly Kent began to sob.  His tears were bitter.  In the space of a nano second, he had the biggest, most startling epiphany of his life.  If he left Jon, his life would be over.  He couldn’t live without him.  He realized how much he loved that guy, and he didn’t care at all if he had turned gay.  Hell, all his new friends were gay, and he was more comfortable with them than with his former straight friends.  He made a decision.

He removed his boxers, and went naked to Jon’s room.  Jon was wide awake.  He was sitting at the side of the bed, and his head was in his hands.  The bedside lamp was lit.  Jon looked up and saw the very naked Kent walking toward him.  Kent had an erection, and Jon was very confused.  Kent jumped into Jon’s bed.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked.

Jon didn’t know if he was doing the right thing, but he jumped into bed next to Kent.  He made sure that they were at least a foot apart.  Kent pulled Jon to him and hunkered against him.  Their cocks rubbed together, and they both sighed.

“Make love to me.”  Kent whispered in Jon’s ear.  Teach me what to do.”

At last, Jon realized what was happening.  He was elated and filled with awe.

“That means I’ll have to do all the work,” he said, “but your turn will come tomorrow morning.  We’re not getting out of bed until the weekend is over.  Lie on your back,” he ordered.

Kent turned on his back, and Jon gave him a trip around the world that seemed endless.  He kissed Kent incessantly, while his tongue probed deep into Kent’s mouth.  Kent had been frightened at first, but now he welcomed Jon’s kisses.  It felt so good.  He had never kissed a woman with such passion.  Of course not.  He loved Jon.

Jon worked his way down Kent’s body.  His tongue entered Kent’s ears, and Kent was sure he was cumming.  He was surprised.  He hadn’t been touched there yet.  Jon worked his way down, sucking Kent’s nipples, his innie, his inner thighs, and all ten of his toes.  Then he flipped Kent over and repeated the kissing process from Kent’s neck down to his bubbly ass.  Jon kneaded and caressed that desirable ass, and then he began to rim his beloved.  Neither of them had showered, and Jon detected a slight odor of shit.  It didn’t turn him off.  It was Kent’s shit, and he didn’t care at all.

Finally, he flipped Kent over and started to lick his cock like he was licking a lollipop.  Kent was mewling and twisting his body in frenzied ecstasy. When Kent’s balls hardened and shrank, Jon took Kent’s oversized, circumcised cock into his mouth, but he kept on licking the underside of the shaft. 

Kent screamed out, “I’m cumming, baby.  I’m cumming.”  He didn’t even realize that he had called Jon, baby.  He unloaded more than Jon could handle, so Jon scrambled up to his beloved, kissed him, and shared Kent’s cum with him.

“That, my darling, is how you give sensual head to your partner,” Jon whispered in Kent’s ear.  “Tomorrow, I’ll teach you how to fuck.”

“No,” Kent said.  “No more lessons until I do to you, do for you, what you just did to me.”

“If you’re not ready to do that yet, Kent, I’ll understand.”

I love you, you fucking idiot.  I want to do that to you.  Wait.  You’re not the idiot, I am.”  

“Why do you say that?” Jon asked.  He was afraid Kent had changed his mind.

“Because I waited too long to realize that I was the soulmate you were seeking.”

“But we know it now, and I’m grateful,” Jon philosophized.  “Let’s try to get some sleep now,” Jon advised.  “I intend to knock you out all day tomorrow.”

The booze they had consumed at the bar went a long way to help them sleep.  They slept all through the night, wrapped up in each other’s arms. 

By the end of the weekend, Kent was a fully initiated homosexual.  He didn’t even think he could get it up for a woman any longer.

During the past year, Jon’s friends had become Kent’s friends.  He didn’t even realize that he had slowly become a member of the gay community.  None of his friends ever thought of him as being straight.  Now he could let go, and enjoy these new friends openly and without shame.

A long time ago, Carl had told him that coming out would liberate him, and he would be happy.  Carl’s prediction came true, and no words could have been more prophetic.  He had always been a happy divorcee.  Now he was a happy human being.

Posted: 05/20/2022