
He married up, that’s for sure.
She was beautiful and ambitious, a real go-getter. That was what attracted him to her in the first place.
The problem was that her star had yet to rise, while his was beginning to fade, although he didn’t know it yet.
After years of anonymity, plucking and singing every night over the din of the drunk and disinterested, he finally scored a recording contract — and the girl.
She stood by him even as his once-handsome appearance turned to shit: the long nights of drinking and cocaine, a series of failed moneymaking schemes, and the relentless pressure of performing and touring added weight to his frame and lines to his face.
An EP was cut, but it didn’t chart, and because he no longer had a look the record executives wanted, the whole thing fell apart.
It was a relief when they married and escaped to a small city in the middle of nowhere. He saw it as his chance to start over: a new lease on life.
He took his savings and bought them a tidy brick house on a comfortable cul-de-sac in a respectable neighborhood. He landed a decent job as a salesman. He wasn’t particularly good at it, but the bills got paid.
Ten years later, they had several kids, and his wife had become a successful entrepreneur. Now she was the breadwinner, with an income that eclipsed his by multiples.
Her business took her all over the country, while he settled into a dull and predictable routine. He still had a job, but his office was at home, and there were entire days and weeks when they never saw each other.
Cut off from meaningful contact, the outer world had seemingly forgotten him — certainly his wife had. He sat at his laptop for hours, staring absently at the screen. He knew his wife was probably sleeping with better-looking, successful men. He didn’t mind all that much.
Now in middle age, he’d been hit with feelings he thought were buried years ago. He was attracted to women, of course, but that old longing for another man’s touch had started to resurface.
With no one around during the day, he was free to find other married men online. He was nervous at first, but quickly gained confidence in his skin.
He began posing for pics in the bathroom mirror: first his hard cock, then his saggy ass, then his whole body. After a while, he showed his gray-bearded face too.
He never thought much of his dick, but was surprised to receive quite a few compliments on it from other guys. And although he was a good hundred pounds overweight, he found many men were genuinely attracted to his beefy frame.
He initially took off his wedding ring for pictures, but then discovered that he got more likes with it on.
He loved the attention and the feeling of being desired; it made him feel valuable again. He got into the habit of jerking off with other guys on camera, but was always a little heartbroken when they got off and ghosted. He was an artist at heart, after all, and at his core, a sensitive soul.
What he really wanted was to be touched and held, for someone to have a good, long talk with — a person with whom he could share his innermost secrets and deep thoughts. His wife wasn’t that person anymore, and there was no one else around to fill the hole.
Sometimes on weekends he’d do manly outdoor things with his buddies — none of whom he knew too well. He wondered what it would feel like to have their cocks in his mouth, and if they were thinking the same thing. Some of them were, but they didn’t have the balls to admit it.
He tried to initiate a few anonymous hookups but couldn’t follow through. It wasn’t the cheating part that bothered him so much, but the fact that he was raising his sons to be manly and heterosexual, and he felt that he needed to project a strong, masculine image to them — even if it was a lie.
As life passed him by, he withered away inside. He often looked back and wondered what he could have done differently, but he didn’t know how to move forward either.


























