Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2007 14:05:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Turn, Chapter 15

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If you have read any of my previous stories you will know that I tend to be
a romantic with a bent toward happy endings. This story starts out as a
potential romance but is one that takes a wrong turn, or so it seems. And
as for the ending, you'll just have to read on. The author retains all
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Chapter 15

I came home to an empty house Monday evening. As her message had said, Anne
had left to spend Christmas with her parents at their home in Raleigh. I
had considered bringing Carlos home with me but even though he and I had
spent so much time together at the house in August, it didn't seem right
now. Not that it had seemed right that first time I brought him
home. Sleeping with him in my bed, Anne's bed, was so wrong. But like
nearly everything else with him, it soon felt right.

Now it didn't even feel like I belonged in the house. Anne and I had lived
there over six years but in the space of one weekend it had become forever
linked to my past. I was moving on to a new life and a new home would come
with that. But where? Christmas was still a week away so that meant I had
maybe ten days before Anne would be back. I had to have a new place to live
by then. Finding an apartment in such a short time, especially over
Christmas week, would be impossible. The best thing would be a residential
hotel in New York, convenient to work, convenient to Carlos. The idea of
sharing an apartment with him was a happy one, but it was probably too soon
for that. We were trying to take it slow. Besides, it occurred to me that
it would probably be a good idea for me to live on my own at least until
the divorce went through. Anne had to know now that something was going on
between Carlos and me but there was no point in giving her more ammunition
when it came time to work out a financial settlement.

I spent some time at work the next couple of days calling small hotels all
over Manhattan. Then after work Carlos accompanied me to check out two or
three of them. Since my original plan had been to spend Christmas with
Anne's parents, I had Thursday and Friday off from work. I came into the
city Thursday and spent the day checking out hotels. By late afternoon I'd
settled on one near Union Square that was as much as I could hope for. The
building was old as were all of the hotels I'd looked at, but it was well
maintained and clean. I would only have a bedroom but it had a sitting area
and a microwave, coffeemaker and tiny refrigerator. All of the comforts of
home. I took the room effective immediately, intending to move in the next
day, but determined to christen the bed with Carlos once he got out of
work.

I paid the first week's rent in advance, took the room key and headed down
to Rick's. Carlos got there right after I did, before I even had my
drink. I told him about the room as he ordered his beer. We decided to have
only the one drink, go get something to eat and then go back to the
hotel. We had something to celebrate.

Carlos shocked me when we got to the room. First he pulled me into his arms
and kissed me, which wasn't shocking, but then me whispered in my ear.

"My ass is yours tonight, Ry. Fuck me, plow me or just make love to me,
it's up to you."

We undressed and as soon as I saw him crawl into bed I knew what I wanted
to do first. I stopped him while he was still on all fours, grabbing his
hips and pulling that hot little dark brown ass toward me. I put a hand on
either cheek and parted them, exposing his tiny pinkish brown pucker and
then leaned forward and flicked the tip of my tongue at it. I teased it for
a moment and then ran my tongue up and down his ass crack in broad strokes,
licking him, trying to devour his ass. He moaned as I spread him more,
piercing his hole with my pointed tongue, working it inside him. As he
wiggled his ass I could feel his muscles relax and I went deeper inside. I
sucked his entire loosened pucker into my mouth and then plunged my tongue
further in. I wanted so badly to get inside him, to be inside him.

My dick was rock-hard and drooling precum. I ran my right hand over the
head, spreading the slick goo around, added some lube and then stood,
aiming my head at Carlos' loosened hole, wet with my saliva. I pressed into
him and felt my dick sink in, sliding in that hot moist chute into his hot
furnace. When I was all the way in I wanted to go even further. I took only
a second to enjoy the warmth spreading from his body to mine and then began
to fuck. I slid out until the edge of my head was gripped by his ring and
then thrust back in. I repeated the motion over and over, pulling his hips
back so as I thrust forward into him I was sliding his body back onto my
rod. Carlos was so obviously into it as he rocked his whole body in rhythm
with the pistoning and moaned each time I massaged his prostate. I wanted
it to last forever but the physical sensations combined with the knowledge
that I was inside the man I loved took me over the edge in less than ten
minutes and I exploded deep inside him with one last penetrating thrust. I
collapsed onto his back and he fell forward onto the bed as well.

After a minute Carlos moved under me and I rolled off him, feeling my
softening dick pull out of him. He rolled onto his side and faced me.

"You've had the room less than six hours and you need a new bedspread
already." I looked down and saw the wet spots where he'd shot his
load. "So, old man, think you can go second time? I'd really like to do
that again in a position where I can see you this time."

"I'm not as old as you think I am, punk. You can get me up and running any
time."

So we did it a second time. This time it was more like making love, with
his legs pressed back to his chest and me able to lean down and kiss him
now and then as we slowly fucked. And being the old man that I was, it took
me lots longer to come the second time. Afterwards we cuddled, Carlos in my
arms for a change.

"Now just because I let you fuck me don't be getting any ideas about being
a top, Ry."

"Are you still on that kick, Carlos? I thought that maybe now that we've
admitted that we have feelings for each other and are going to see where
that takes us, things would become more normal between us."

"What's normal anyway? For us, me being in charge and bossing you around
has been pretty normal. I'm not saying that I want the kind of master-slave
relationship some of those guys at the contest seemed to have, but
sometimes I really get off on giving you orders and making you do
stuff. And don't try to say you don't love it when I do. You may bitch and
moan but then you go ahead and do what I say and end up loving it."

"Well, yeah, there's something exciting about not being in charge, not
having to make the decisions. But that doesn't mean I always want to be a
bottom in bed."

"I think it's pretty clear that we're both pretty versatile sexually." He
grinned. "And your hole is becoming more versatile all the time. So I'm
sure we'll be switching around lots in bed. But most of the time it'll be
my call. If you have any requests you can make 'em and I'll take 'em into
consideration, but that doesn't mean you'll always get your way. Usually,
I'll get mine."

"Your way isn't always what I have in mind but it's usually pretty damn
good, so I can go with that for now, but am I safe in assuming that your
ultimatum is over now?"

"My ultimatum?"

"Yeah, you know, I have to do everything you say but if I really don't want
to do something and say no, then it's over between us, totally."

"Well, I think you know that I'm not going to stop seeing you if you refuse
to do something I say, but I don't think you're going to refuse me
anyway. You like doing what I say."

I hated to admit it but he was right. For some reason I loved it when he
made me do things.

"I really do like it, Carlos, but I don't like feeling like I'm a
slave. Just like I'm not a total bottom in bed. I like lots of things."

"As you've learned I can be very spontaneous and sometimes I can be a very
greedy bottom, so you'll get to do everything you like. And you're not my
slave, not even my boy, most of the time, anyway. You're man and I love it
that you are. I can't think of anything hotter than you, a real man, doing
my bidding."

"Hmm, doing your bidding. Sounds pretty masterful to me, in spite of what
you were saying."

"Nah, just a bit dominant. And you're just a bit submissive, so together
we're perfect."

"So what are you doing for Christmas? Family?"

"Yeah, back to the Bronx Sunday night and Monday both. Maybe I'll ruin
everyone's holiday and tell them all about my new boyfriend." I smiled as
he used that term to refer to me for the first time. "What about you, babe?
You gonna be all alone? I could cut out on the family early."

"I think I'll drive up to Syracuse. My parents think I went to Raleigh
today so I have to call them and explain a little anyway. I might as well
go up there and tell them everything."

"Shit! You're gonna come out? Are you sure you're ready for that?"

"No, but then I don't know if I'll ever be ready. Christmas isn't exactly
the best time to drop a bombshell like this, but once I tell them I didn't
go away with Anne I have to tell them what's going on."

"I could go with you if that would help. You know I don't look forward to
my family gatherings."

"Thanks, but although I'm going to tell them about you I think it might be
better to wait until after they've had time for my news to sink in before
they meet you."

"Yeah, it'll be enough of a shock finding out their golden boy is queer
without meeting his little Rican boyfriend at the same time."

"My parents don't have any more prejudices than the average person but I
think you're right. It's probably best to break things to them slowly."

Carlos spent the night and when he left for work in the morning I left for
the house to pack my things. I'd spent some time the past couple of nights
organizing my things, trying to decide what I would take. Knowing any hotel
room I'd get would have only a small closet, I'd gone to a local storage
facility and rented a small storage bin. I set aside a few personal items
to take with me to the hotel and a lot of my clothing, but there would be
lots of stuff going into storage. Of course, once the house was sold even
more would have to be divided up between Anne and me.

I made a few trips to the storage facility and then packed the car with
things to take to the hotel. I made myself a sandwich and washed it down
with a beer while getting up the nerve to make the call I'd been
dreading. Anne had said she didn't want to talk to me until she got home
but now that I'd made up my mind to move on with my life, I had to tell
her. I had no idea what was going on in her head. I was sure she would
still be furious but maybe she was thinking that after a suitable amount of
groveling on my part she could forgive me and we would move on. Or maybe
the idea of divorce was in her mind as well. Either way, it was only right
that I tell her what I was thinking. I owed her that much, at least.

I finally picked up the phone and made the call. I half expected it to go
to voice mail. I was surprised that she answered but not surprised by the
tone of her voice. She sounded almost like an impersonal recording.

"Ryan, I told you I didn't want to talk until I got home. I'm still too
shocked, appalled and humiliated to think straight. I have no interest in
hearing your excuses or apologies."

"I'm not going to offer any excuses for my behavior but I do owe you an
apology for my actions that have hurt you. I hurt you and I am sorry."

"Are you sorry for having been in those photographs or sorry that I saw
them?"

I had to stop and think. I knew what I wanted to say but if we were going
to divorce court I knew I would have to be careful what I told her.

"I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you."

"And I'm supposed to accept your apology and go on as if you hadn't done
anything, as if you hadn't humiliated me in front of our friends?"

"No, I don't expect that. In fact, I have made many discoveries about
myself in recent months that have affected how I see my life." I took a
deep breath. "I think that this isn't something we can work out or get
over. The best thing for both of us is a divorce."

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

"You're really queer for that little nigger, aren't you?"

"Anne, your bigotry is not attractive. This has to do with me and no one
else. I have realized I don't belong in this marriage. It's not right for
me and I'm not right for you. That's all there is to it."

"You may be right. I don't think I will ever get those pictures out of my
head. My parents have been talking divorce all week but I was going to give
it some time before making a decision."

"I've moved to a hotel in the city and put some of my personal things into
storage. We'll talk when you get back."

"I assume Matt will be representing you. Chaz has recommended the lawyer
who handled his divorce. Why don't we let our attorneys do the talking? I
really have nothing to say to you any more."

"If that's the way you want it, Anne."

"I do. You know you're going to pay through the nose for this, don't you?"

"I intend to be fair."

"There's probably a big difference between what I think is fair and what
you think is fair. We'll let the court decide."

It hadn't gone well but it was over. I still felt guilty but I was relieved
that I wouldn't have to talk to Anne again. I called Matt to tell him about
the call and he suggested I drop by his office before going back to the
city.

"Anne's right, you know," he said as I settled into the comfortable chair
opposite his desk. "This divorce is really going to cost you."

"I understand that. She hasn't worked since we've been married and I've
provided her with a very good lifestyle. I know she's entitled to half of
everything, including decent alimony."

"She may end up with more than that. Those pictures are bad but they don't
prove infidelity. If she can present conclusive evidence that you have been
sleeping with Carlos she may get the house and half of everything else plus
half your salary."

"I can't give her the house. It's doubled in value since we bought it and I
was counting on using my half of the equity to get me started again."

"You may be able to, but as things stand she's the wronged party
here. Worst case scenario is that she might get to keep the house and you
may have to pay the mortgage for her. So we have to keep her from proving
you've been screwing Carlos, or vice versa. Don't worry about Frank, Amy,
Sara or I saying anything. No one would think to ask us anyway. But who
else knows what you and Carlos have been doing?"

"Jose, Carlos' friend and roommate. We've had sex with him occasionally."

"I think I should talk to him about keeping quiet."

"No!" I said that a bit more vehemently than I intended. "He hates my guts
and will do anything to screw things up for me. Better to just keep him out
of the loop."

"If you say so. Has that photographer got any pictures of you and Carlos
actually having sex? The ones in the show may be erotic but aren't really
incriminating."

I thought for a minute. "There was one pose in the contest where Carlos had
the head of his dick on my tongue. And after the contest I sucked Carlos
off in the club and I think Spike may have taken pictures of that."

Matt shook his head and gave a little laugh. "Damn, Ryan, I just can't
believe you. Who woulda thought? Well, I've got to talk to that
photographer and get those pictures from him before Anne's lawyer subpoenas
him. Since we could have an action against him for showing the pictures
without a release he may be cooperative."

"Anything else?"

"No, but please try to be discreet with Carlos from here on." He looked
pensive for a moment. "So what's the story with Anne and this guy Chaz? Any
chance there's something going on there?"

"No way! I mean, they knew each other in high school and dated in college
so I assume they slept together back then, but they've just been friends
ever since. Chaz was married for a couple of years not long ago. He and
Anne are so much alike that except for the fact that he is totally hetero I
usually just think of him as another one of Anne's girlfriends."

"Well, as you said, he is straight and they have a history. From what I
gather Anne spent the night at his place after the fiasco at the gallery
and didn't you say he spent a week with her family last summer down in
North Carolina?"

"Yeah, but I still don't think there's anything going on there."

"But if she brings Carlos into it we can send someone down there to ask
around."

"I'm sure her parents would have a fit if there was any implication that
she was having an affair."

"Good, that's the reaction we'd want. But for now, we'll try to be
reasonable."

I decided to make my last call of the day from the hotel. I had to let my
parents know I wasn't in Raleigh and would be up on Christmas Eve but
really didn't want to get into it on the telephone. I cheated and waited
until I knew Mom would be putting dinner on the table to call, making sure
it would be a short conversation.

Carlos spent the night with me at the hotel both Friday and Saturday. I
knew we'd decided against trying to live together so soon but it looked
like we were going to be spending a lot of time together anyway, which was
fine with me.

I left for Syracuse a little before eleven on Sunday. All the way up the
Thruway I rehearsed what I was going to say, even though I didn't know how
far I would go with my story. I could just tell them that Anne and I were
splitting up without coming out, or I could come out without telling them
about Carlos. Or I could go all the way and tell them everything. Well,
almost everything. I wasn't about to tell anyone some of the
details. Anyway, I practiced the entire story, figuring I would play it by
ear and cut it off when I thought my parents had had all they could absorb.

I tensed up when I saw Todd's Jeep in the driveway when I got to the
house. I loved Katie but I wasn't sure I wanted to go through all of this
with a big audience. Todd opened the door as I stepped onto the front
porch. He pulled me into a hug.

"How're ya doin', bro?"

"Getting by, I guess."

"Katie's over at her folks' helping her mom with dinner. We're eating there
tonight and here tomorrow but I thought you might want to only have to tell
your story once and you might need some moral support." He put his hands on
my shoulders and held me at arm's length, a look of compassion in his
eyes. "Anne found out about the babe, right?"

"More or less, but it's more complicated than that. Let me in and I'll tell
you all everything."

I greeted Mom and Dad, put my bag in my old room and then we all settled in
the living room with drinks. Dad cut right to the chase.

"From what little you told your mother the other day it's obvious there's
trouble between you and Anne. We just want you to know we're here for you,
son. We don't want to pry but you can talk to us if you need to."

"Thanks, Dad. I do need to talk things out and I want you guys to know
what's going on." I took a deep breath. Four hours of rehearsals on the
highway had completely evaporated from my head. "Anne and I are getting a
divorce."

There it was. No background, no roundabout leading up to it, no gentle
hints. I just blurted it out. Not at all how I'd planned to start. Todd
didn't look as surprised as my parents but then he'd known I was having an
affair. Mom was at a loss for words but quiet old Dad was more composed.

"This seems to be pretty sudden. Are you sure there isn't some way to work
things out? I know Anne has always been a bit stiff and, er, opinionated,
but you two have always seemed to be a pretty good team."

"That's just it, Dad. We've worked together as a team. While that may be
part of what makes a good marriage it can't be everything. Especially when
our goals aren't in sync."

"But you always seemed to be in agreement before. Your father and I thought
you liked the life you had with Anne."

"Maybe I haven't been the most self-aware person, Mom. I think maybe I
didn't have a clear idea of what I wanted so I let Anne lead the way. But
I've learned a lot about myself in the past six months and I know that's
not what I want now."

"And what do you want? Are you sure this isn't some early mid-life crisis?"
Dad seemed skeptical.

"I've learned there's more to life than a career and social standing. There
can be passion, a joy in just being alive."

"Well, that's certainly important. I'll have to admit we haven't seen much
evidence of joy in either you or Anne. Your father and I have worried that
you were taking life too seriously. But that doesn't mean you have to break
up your marriage."

I could see from the look on Dad's face that he was beginning to suspect a
bit of the truth.

"It sounds to me like maybe you've met someone, Ryan, someone who has shown
you passion and joy. Is that what's happened?"

I glanced over at Todd. He raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"Well, actually Dad, yes. I wasn't looking for anyone and it took me
completely by surprise, but the past several months have been the most
exciting and rewarding of my life."

"Are you sure this is something real, not just some excitement after years
of a staid marriage? A seven year itch kind of thing? Even good marriages
can get stuck in a rut if you're not careful."

"This is definitely real, Dad. We both have strong feelings for each other
but it's too early to say it will last. I hope it will."

There was a long silence during which Todd got up and refreshed our
drinks. I'd given Mom and Dad quite a bit to think about and I wasn't sure
I wanted to go any further. Dad stared at his drink, slowly rotating the
glass in his hand.

"So you're sure it's over with Anne? No chance of finding this passion or
joy with her?"

"Definitely. Now that I've experienced the real thing I realize what I had
with Anne wasn't even close."

"Well, we certainly want you to be happy, dear, but we want you to be sure
as well." Mom seemed to be trying to be tactful in putting her thoughts
into words. "You know we've accepted Anne into the family but she can be,
um, trying at times. Of course, we all have our difficult moments."

"I appreciate how you've accepted her. It's certainly more than her family
ever did with me."

Again there was an awkward pause, this time broken by Todd.

"So bro, you gonna tell us about this 'other woman' who's stolen your
heart?"

I hesitated before answering. I'd known this would be the hard part. They'd
never been very fond of Anne so losing her from their lives wouldn't upset
them much, especially if they knew it was what I wanted. But the rest^Å I
took a deep breath.

"Oh, what the hell, you're gonna have to know anyway. There isn't another
woman. There's another man."

The silence was deafening. Mom and Dad both had shocked looks on their
faces. Todd's mouth was hanging open. I rushed to get in some damage
control.

"I realize this is a shock to you all. I've known since forever that I was
bisexual but I just suppressed that side of me, figuring it couldn't lead
to anything productive anyway. And since I was also attracted to some women
it wasn't hard to live a more socially acceptable life. But then I met him
last spring and it's like I knew instantly that he was the one. The one I
wanted, the one I just had to be with."

Mom and Dad were still speechless but Todd, though no less shocked, was at
least able to speak.

"Jesus, you're serious! You're really que-, er, doin' it with a guy?"

"Todd, it's a lot more involved than just 'doin' it' with this guy. I'm in
love with him. Believe me, I've probably been as shocked about this turn of
events as you all are. It's taken a bit of time for me to understand and
accept so I know what you're going through. Please just try to keep an open
mind and remember I'm still the same guy, deep down."

"You're right, this is going to take some getting used to, son." Dad seemed
to be slowly recovering. "You'd never given us any reason to think
something like this might happen. I'm not very comfortable with this whole
subject but then I've never had to think about it much either."

"Your father's right, Ryan. I just don't want to think about you being with
another man."

"I know, Mom, but try not to think about the specifics of it. After all,
I'm sure you never thought about me 'being with' Anne. You just took it for
granted that we were a couple so something was happening between us but
what it was wasn't your business. It's the same thing with Carlos."

"Carlos? He's Spanish?"

"Yes, Todd, Puerto Rican to be exact." I launched into a long monologue
about Carlos, how we'd met, what he was like, and finally, what he looked
like. It was a lot for them to absorb and they didn't have any questions,
just listened as I talked. "Look, I know this is a lot for you to take
in. Would it be better if I went home or at least stayed in a hotel so you
can have some time to think and talk about it?"

"No Ryan, it's Christmas and we're still family, no matter what. You belong
here with us. But like we said, it's going to take some time to adjust to
this."

"Thanks, Mom. I think maybe I'll go lie down for a while and rest up from
my trip. And that'll give you folks a chance to talk."

Todd walked me out to the front hall. "I'm sorry for what I started to say
in there, bro. I'm not really homophobic. Katie's got a gay cousin I like a
lot. You just shocked me, that's all. "

"Thanks for trying to understand. And please try to help Mom and Dad
through this. I hate dumping all this on them, especially at this time of
year."

"Don't worry about them, they're pretty resilient. And they love us both a
lot so it would take something a whole lot worse than this to turn them
against you. They'll come around."

"If it helps, keep in mind that Carlos does make me happy, happier than
I've ever imagined being."

He nodded. "I could tell that back when you were up here over
Thanksgiving. Of course I thought it was a babe then, but I could tell
'she' had made a tremendous, positive change in your life. I think when Mom
and Dad see that they'll be okay with it."

I looked at my little brother. "How did you end up so wise and caring?"

"I had a good role model, big brother."


To be continued.