Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 11:04:26 -0700
From: Marc Barr <machofocker@hotmail.com>
Subject: Johnny Suburb Chapter 1

Synopsis: A married man with kids, suffering from an early
midlife crisis, decides to secretly enter the world of gay
porn and live out some of his lifelong fantasies.  But the
walls dividing his two lives slowly, but surely, break down.

Warning: THIS IS FICTIONAL.  Any similarities with persons
living or dead is purely coincidental.  If accessing this
type of material in your region is illegal, don't, but
honestly, I can't literally stop you from doing so.  In this
fictional world, STDs don't exist, therefore preventative
measures aren't taken.  That is not the case in real life.
This story is merely a product of one's imagination.
Comments, questions, concerns, hate mail, send the email at
machofocker@hotmail.com

This chapter contains sexual activity between two
individuals of consenting age.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

     The first time was a jack off vid.

     He's sitting on a rusty brown couch in a white room  in
front of a man, who's no older than in his early thirties,
in front of a thousand dollar camera.  Sitting down on that
couch might very well be the dumbest decision he's ever made
in his life, but it's also undoubtedly one of the most
erotic.  After all, he had quite a lot to lose.

     He was a married man, having recently just turned
fourty, who lives in the suburbs with a wife and two sons (a
sixteen year old son and a nine year old).  He held a
respectably job at an upscale advertising company and took
in an easy three figures per year.  They were comfortable.
He was comfortable.  Too comfortable.

     This, was exciting.

     He couldn't help but think that ennui might have led
him to make the biggest mistake of his life.  But for the
moment?  He didn't care.  He was hard in his shorts and his
hands had started to wonder down his body, massaging skin
and tugging down fabric.  The man behind the camera had just
chatted with him, asking him questions about himself.  He
nervously answered, throwing genuine shy smiles at the
camera and answered more honestly than he probably should
have (he would later think).

     "Yeah, I'm married."  He had confessed, the golden band
of his wedding ring clear on his pale fingers.

     "Yeah, with kids."

     "No, I've never done this before."

     "Yeah, it's my first time."

     The man behind the camera had been friendly,
personable, and had succeeded in making him comfortable.  He
had introduced himself as Mark.  He was a tall man, possibly
standing at 6'3", with a bald head with shaved sides, and
kind, warm, brown eyes with crinkled tips, the mark of a man
who smiled a lot.  He had heavy stubble on his angular face,
highlighting his chin dimples and long, square, jaw.  He
only wore a pair of dark, brown, shorts in an effort to make
Johnny more comfortable, Mark had said.  Johnny noticed that
Mark had a well defined barrel chest with a heavy coat of
black hair that travelled down his neck and past his navel.
He even had tufts of hair on his shoulders and back.  Johnny
couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to trail
his hands down that path and discover more of what lay
behind the sizeable, fabric covered, bulge he saw before
him.  Mark had thick, hairy, arms and large biceps.

     This was his first time in front of the camera, and
they took it slow.

     A solo video.

     Just Johnny on the couch, slowly undressing himself
until he was exposing his naked body on film.  He would lean
back on the couch, spreading out his legs before him as he
closed his eyes, and caressed his body with his hands.
Johnny was not a vain man, but he had received compliments
on his looks at more than one point in his life.  He
frequented a gym close by his work, five times a week, and
the result was a finely sculpted body.  He didn't look like
a bodybuilder, mind you, but he bore the body of a very
active man.  His pecs were well defined, his abs were
sculpted, if not as well defined, and his shoulders were
large and broad from lifting weights.  His legs were thick
and wide, and his arms bulged with the muscles of a man that
frequently lifted weights.  He had a light dusting of red
hair that covered his chest and abs, with a thick bush of
hair on his crotch.  His sharp, chiselled, jaw was clean
shaven, and his reddish-blonde hair was carelessly mussed
from having a hand repeatedly run through them.

     "Let's see your eyes, look at the camera."  Mark
directed.

     Johnny complied, staring back at the camera with
soulful blue eyes that highlighted his sharp, well worn,
face.


     "You kinda look like an older version of that TV star,
Thad Something-or other."  Mark joked.  "But his dad.
Taller, broad shouldered, thick chest, with a nice
smattering of ginger hair."

      Johnny laughed.  "Uh, thanks?"

      "It's a compliment."  Mark assured him with a chuckle.

      Their conversations relaxed him visibly, causing
Johnny to settle deeper on the couch, his hands roaming
casually, freely, over his now, naked, body.  In time he
would start touching himself, closing his eyes once more to
surrender to the feeling, sensations, of the eroticism of
jacking off in front of a stranger with a camera.  He'd play
with his nipples with one hand as he caressed his rapidly
thickening shaft with the other.  His cock hardened until
its red head peeked out of its hood, the tip glistening with
pre-cum.  He would start to play with his pick, dark pink,
balls as he stroked himself with his other hand, tugging on
the thick shaft.  He was a respectable eight inches, but it
was the heft, the thickness, of his cock that took the brunt
of Mark's compliments.

      He would touch himself slowly before using some of the
offered lube on his hard prick, revelling in the feeling of
the artificial heat that enveloped his cock, at the
slickness it offered.  He would stroke himself faster, and
faster, as Mark moved about with his camera to capture as
much of the moment as possible until Johnny came with a
flurry of pumping hands, squinting face, and a jet of cum
splattering his body.

      He only got five hundred dollars for that hour.  A
quick pump and blow in front of the camera that made his
blood boil with excitement.  Mark thanked him with a smile,
handing him the money when all was said and done, and
informed him that the video would be released very soon.
Mark eagerly asked to see him again, asking if perhaps they
could do more next time.  Johnny eagerly agreed.

      When Johnny came home that night, at half past six, he
was sated and calm.  Unusually so, really, considering how
he had a constant buzzing under his skin as he dressed after
the shoot and throughout his drive home.  But now that it
was done, now beyond his control, the butterflies in his
stomach had been left behind.

      He greeted his wife with a soft kiss on the lips and
an arm around her shoulders as they chatted about empty
things they did throughout their day.  He would eat with his
family, laughing with them like he always had, until they
all went to their beds as they had always done in the past.

      It would be weeks before he thought about the video
again.

      Mark had sent him a text the hour before the video
would be uploaded to the site.  It was early in the morning
still, but he had just arrived at work and would have no
chance to check the site until the end of the work day.
Johnny spent the entire day thrumming with energy he
attributed to the excitement of it all.  He would constantly
look around the office and think to himself how any one of
these people could have the chance to see him naked, to see
him touching himself, if they just found the right site.
His cock remained constantly hard throughout the entire day.

      He was all too eager for the day to end, vibrating on
his seat at four in the afternoon as he booted up his
personal laptop inside his locked office, the shades drawn
shut.  He made sure to use his own personal internet stick
so as not to share his internet history with the rest of the
office.  Even his exhibitionism had its limits.

      Mark's site was like many other gay porn sites that
Johnny had visited.  Images of handsome men with great
bodies on various pages doing different things, either with
themselves or with others.  But Mark's site had been one of
Johnny's favourites, one of the ones he frequented the most.
And now, there he was in on the main page, one of the
featured latest videos; a solo video.  It bore a description
of the video with screen caps of Johnny in various state of
undress and action.  There was also a one minute video
montage of him chatting and touching himself.

      'Johnny Suburb'; it said.  Mark had named him, giving
him a ridiculous surname that made Johnny chuckle.  He
supposed the first named couldn't be helped considering
that's how he introduced himself on the video.  He didn't
mind seeing as how common a name it was.  He actually quite
liked the name he had been given.  It was simple and
ridiculously cheesy.

      Johnny checked the comments that had since been posted
at the time of the upload, voraciously reading what viewers
thought of his video.  He had been rated four stars out of
five, with many of the comments complimenting him on his
body and the colour of his hair.  Many of the comments
described such fantastically obscene things about his body,
about him, that Johnny couldn't help but jack off to them,
twice, not caring about the fact that he was still at the
office.  He didn't head for home until half past six.

      He couldn't keep the grin off his face when he came
home that night, feeling high on the adrenaline brought on
by the sole fact that he was now a legitimate, online, porn
star.  Of sorts.  Of course he knew one jack off vid does
not a porn star make, but he got off on the thought
nonetheless.

      There were moments, that repeated at random intervals,
where he felt some semblance of guilt.  Of fear.  Of the
possibility that everything he had worked for in his life
could be flushed down the toilet due to him acting on his
desires.  There was that fear of how it could negatively
affect his family.  He loved his wife and children, his
life, and his home, and something like this could very well
jeopardize everything that he, and his family, had worked
hard for.  But mostly, he was glad.  Glad to be rid of the
dull normalcy of it all.  The constant thrumming of
excitement under his skin was an intoxicating feeling for
Johnny, and despite the content of what he had done, he
couldn't feel happier.

      "Dad keeps on smiling.  It's creepy."  Josh, his
oldest son, had joked in the dinner table.

      "Smiling is a good thing."  His wife, Annie, pointed
out.  "I know you're at that age where you're just flushed
with teenaged angst, but don't forget that smiling is a good
thing.  Happy father, happy life."

      Johnny just chuckled in return.

      He made love to his wife that night, and they both
went to bed happy.

      It wasn't until two weeks after his video went up that
Johnny came back to Mark's studio for another shoot.

      Mark greeted him with a hug when he arrived, a wide
smile on his face.  "How ya doin' Johnny?  How's life
treated you since the video went up?"

      "It's been good.  It's been fine.  Nothing's really
changed."  Johnny confessed honestly.  As far as he knew, no
one around him had displayed any inclination that they had
seen his video.  Johnny didn't care much about this fact.
The sole fact that he had done the film continued to be the
thrill that he sought.

      "You sure you're okay with trying something different
this time around?"  Mark asked as they made their way into
his office.  "You're good to go with a guy right?  We can
just do a hand job for now, a mutual one maybe?"

      Johnny nods his head with a smile.  "Yeah, that's
fine.  That sounds good."

      Mark smiled widely as he opened the door to his office
and ushered Johnny inside.  "Good, then let me introduce you
to your co star."

      His name was Ben.  He was a college freshman who had
just recently turned eighteen.  Standing at an even six
feet, he was as tall as Johnny, but with a slighter frame.
Still quite sturdy though, from what Johnny saw.  Ben was an
athlete, playing college football.  He was in a fraternity
and started doing porn for the fun of it, like Johnny had,
as well as to supplement his scant income.

      Ben had messy black hair and a clean, smooth face with
a square jaw and an upturned nose.  He had sharp cheeks that
sunk into two of the most adorable dimples that Johnny had
ever seen.  He was handsome and direct, his voice deeper
than Johnny imagined when he first heard him speak.  He was
easy going and funny, making easy conversation with Mark and
Johnny despite their difference in age.  His hands were
large and rough, gripping Johnny's firmly when they had
first shook their hands.

      Their scene together was a lot easier than Johnny had
ever imagined considering their age difference.

      "Yeah, I'm a bit older than you..."  Johnny said
shyly, blushing at the observation, his voice trailing off
into the end.

      Ben chuckled in response, shifting on the side of the
couch where the both sat.  "You don't look that old."

      "I could literally be your dad."  Johnny laughed as
the teen continued to smile.  "I actually have a son that's
only a couple of years younger than you are."

      "He's a lucky guy, I wouldn't mind being your son."
Ben said heatedly, his eyes staring directly into Johnny's,
before he leaned forward and captured Johnny's face with a
kiss.

      It was soft, and tender, yet eager.  Ben's lips were
soft and firm on Johnny's as his hands travelled down to
grip the older man's hips.  Clutching to a handful of
fabric, Ben began to pull Johnny's shirt out of his pants
and over his head.  Momentarily breaking apart the two began
to undress each other, occasionally meeting half way for a
kiss on the lips, the neck, or the cheek.  Ben had shifted
himself forward, causing Johnny to move back to lean back on
one arm of the couch as Ben moves his half naked body over
his.  Johnny took the time to admire Ben's smooth, tanned,
body, his hands caressing the soft skin.  He ran his fingers
down Ben's hard, developed, chest and his chiselled abs to
brush lightly at the trail of black hair on his belly.

      Ben leans further into Johnny's body, firmly slotting
himself between the man's legs.  He had pulled up the older
man's legs and brought them around his hips, the younger
man's pelvis pressing down on Johnny's crotch.  Johnny
settles back deeper into the couch as he relishes on the
heaviness of Ben's body over hiss, of the heat of his skin,
and the feel of his touch as the younger man's hands grips
his hips tighter.

      Only the smattering of lips could be heard as they two
met kiss for kiss, and tongue for tongue.  Occasionally Ben
would lightly bite down on Johnny's lips and pull, before
diving forward once again to kiss him deeply, thrusting his
tongue into the older man's mouth.

      "You're so fucking hot."  Ben would whisper
breathlessly between kisses.  "You smell so fucking good."

       Johnny groans as Ben starts suckling on his shoulder,
licker and nipping at his neck before the younger man moves
down to suckle on Johnny's pert, cherry, nipples.  Ben's
mouth was wet and warm as he nipped and licked at each
nipple, his warm, large, rough hands travelling up and down
the older man's body.

      "Daddy has such a good body."  Ben mumbles to himself,
completely lost to the scent and feel of the man underneath
him.  He trails kisses down Johnny's chest, taking in the
heady musk of his skin, before going back up to suckle on
another tit.  He trailed kisses along Johnny's thickly
muscled arms, tacking deep whiffs of Johnny's scent as he
makes his way past his pits, before moving back up to kiss
and lick his way into the other man's mouth while they both
move to unbutton their pants.

      Soon their grinding on each other with their boxer
briefs, both moaning loudly as their hefty packages rub and
leak against each other.  A thick, wet, spot from the pre-
cum could be seen on Johnny's underwear.  The older man
cusses as Ben dives down to suckle on the wet spot, mouthing
at Johnny's bulge.  Ben peers up at the older man through
thick lashes as he pulls down Johnny's underwear, releasing
the thick, leaking, red cock to slap against Johnny's belly.

      "Fuck."  Ben says huskily, heatedly staring at
Johnny's tool.  "So fucking beautiful."
      Johnny can't help but watch and moan out loud as Ben
licks a long, wet, stripe up his hard, leaking tool.  The
younger man laps at the shining, oozing pre-cum that makes
its way out of the tip before engulfing Johnny's member in
one fell swoop.

      "Jeez, shit!"  Johnny exclaims at the sudden tightness
and heat of Ben's mouth as the jock takes him in and sucks
in deeply.  It was quite a sight for Johnny as he peers down
with a flushed face to find Ben's lips wrapped around his
thick cock, his cheek's slightly bulging due to the girth.
"Oh man..."

      Ben continues to suck the man down, working to take in
as much of the older man's cock as he possibly could while
he grips the older man's hips tightly with his hands.  His
rapid suckling echoes throughout the room, and saliva leaks
out at the corners of his mouth as he tries to take the man
deeper, and deeper.

      It was intoxicating for Ben.  Johnny's heady musk was
strongest here, flooding his head with the man's scent.  He
loved it and tried to take in more of it as he possibly
could, his cock hardening, if possible, and leaking through
his underwear.  Johnny's cock leaves Ben's mouth with an
obscene pop as the younger man looks up with a smile.

      "Holy shit, you're good at that."  Johnny gasps and
chuckles awkwardly earning a crooked grin from the young man
at his waist.

       Ben chuckles before diving back down to capture
Johnny's thick, red, balls into his mouth, suckling them
with his mouth.  The heat and the wetness of it makes Johnny
moan, causing the older man to throw his head back and just
fall apart against the arm of the couch.

      "Fuck, Ben.  Don't stop, please."  He begs as the
younger man pumps his shaft while he suckles on his balls.
But the younger man does stop, moving to pull the older
man's underwear completely off his legs, throwing them to
the side, before shift Johnny down with his rough hands.

      Johnny was confused at first, not really knowing what
Ben wanted of him, but he quickly understood as the young
jock dives back down, past Johnny's cock and balls, and
buries his face between Johnny's butt cheeks while Ben
simultaneously, and easily, lifts the older man's hips with
his hands.

      "Shit!"  Johnny exclaims at the sensation of a warm,
wet, tongue lapping at his hole.  It was the first time for
him, and certainly one that he would remember for a very
long time.

      Johnny repeatedly bucks his hips onto the eager tongue
as Ben pumps his cock faster, and harder, that special spot
in within his belly tightening as the sensation build up in
his body.

      "Ben, I'm gonna..."  Johnny just manages out roughly
before he's spilling his seed, shooting thick ropes of cum
up into the air.  It splashes against the fabric of the
couch, onto his sweaty body, onto Ben's hair, and some even
onto Johnny's face.  He had never before cum so hard and so
much in his life that it momentarily leaves him breathless,
speechless and shuddering.

      As Johnny just starts to lean back against the arm of
the couch, Ben makes his way up until his hips were now
straddling Johnny's chest.  The younger man pulls up
Johnny's tired head with one hand as he tugs down his
underwear with another.

      Johnny opens his tired eyes and looks up to find the
younger man pulling out his hefty tool.  Ben's cock was big.
That much was obvious.  Bigger than Johnny's, although not
by much, but just as thick, maybe slightly more.  The skin
of the shaft was darker than the rest of his body, and the
head was an angry purple that glistened with pre cum.
Johnny looks up at Ben's intense, flushed face, quiet and
panting for breath.

      "Open your mouth."  Ben commands huskily and Johnny
quickly complies.

      The older man expected the jock to shove the thick
tool into his mouth, but instead he begins to pump his cock,
fast and hard.

      "Open your mouth wider.  Stick out your tongue."  Ben
grits out between rapid pumps, his large hands a blur.

       Then with a deep, heavy, grunt, thick ropes of cum
shoots out of Ben's cock, splattering Johnny on the face.
Ben grunts through the orgasm, gripping his tool tightly and
peers down to aim the shots onto Johnny's mouth and
outstretched tongue.  Johnny's tongue is coated in the warm,
thick, liquid, as his face become sticky and wet from the
shots that miss their mark, causing the older man to shut
his eyes as the younger man paints his face with his seed.
He can taste the saltiness on his tongue, with a tinge of
sweetness.  Ben cums and cums, continuing to fill the older
man's mouth with a copious amount of his seed.  When he
finishes with a grunt and a moan, Ben looks down
appreciatively at his handy work, at the cum coated tongue,
and cum filled mouth below him.  The jock smirks cockily as
the older man keeps his mouth wide open, his eyes shut
tight, while at the corner of his eyes, Ben sees Mark move
in for a closer shot.

     "Now, swallow."  Ben commands huskily and Johnny
quickly complies, pulling the tongue back into his mouth and
swallowing.  The older man's adam's apple bobs as he
swallows, and Ben can't help but caress Johnny's throat with
his hands before briefly squeezing them with his big hands.

     They spend some time panting on the couch, their bodies
glistening with sweat, coming down from each of their
respective orgasms.  Only the sounds of their heavy
breathing could be heard in the room.

     Later, when they meet up again at Mark's common room
after they've both cleaned up, Ben greets Johnny abashedly,
his cheeks tinged pink, running a hand through his hair.
     "You alright?  Sorry about that."  Ben says with a shy
flinch.

      Johnny just shakes his head and grip's one of Ben's
thick shoulders with his hand.  "Nothing to be sorry about,
that was good.  Best blowjob I've ever had in my life.  And
that thing you did with your tongue on  my ass?  Maybe I
should be apologizing to you!"

      Johnny laughs as Ben chuckles in return, shaking his
head at the older man.

      "Nah man, that was my pleasure.  I like rimming,
you've never been rimmed before?"  Ben asks curiously.

      Johnny shakes his head and chuckles.  "Nope, first
time for, almost, everything.  I've had guys go down on me
before, by it's the first time I've had a tongue up my ass.
Also the first time a guy came into my mouth."

     Ben blushes deeper and ducks his head again.  "Yeah,
sorry about that too.  Jeez, got lost in the moment you
know?"

     "Don't be.  It was hot."  Johnny confesses, scratching
his brow at the admission.  "And you actually tasted kinda
good.  But man, you cum a lot though."

     "So I've been told."  Ben laughs heartily.  "But
really, that was the first time you ate cum?"

     "I've tried my own."  Johnny says.  "And some other
guys throughout my life.  But it's the first time someone
came directly into my mouth, yeah."

     Ben levels Johnny with a heated look then, pulling
Johnny's hips close with his hands.  "Really?  And what'd
you think?"

     Johnny takes a moment to swallow, feeling aroused at
the sudden intensity and firmness that Ben's suddenly
exhibiting.  It was similar to the intensity and tone he
commanded during the shoot, something that, to Johnny's
surprise, he found arousing.

     "Wha... what'd I think... about what?"  The older man
stutters in response, suddenly feeling flushed and
embarrassed, taken aback by the sudden shift in Ben's
demeanour.  Ben had roughly pulled him close, pressing their
hips together, brushing their cocks against one another.
Johnny could feel Ben's hardening tool in his pants.

      Ben leans closer, his lips inches from Johnny's ear.

     "What did you think of taking all of my cum in your
mouth and swallowing it?"  Ben asks slowly, quietly, deeply,
into Johnny's ear.

     Johnny's speechless at the tone and the younger man's
demeanour, just returning Ben's words with a nervous stare.

     Ben smirks at him.  "Did you like it."

     "Yeah."  Johnny confesses huskily, seemingly only
capable of one word at the moment.

     "You liked eating my cum?"  Ben asks again.

     "Yeah."  Johnny repeats.

     "Maybe next time I can fuck your face, so I can watch
your mouth stretch on my cock.  Pump it full of my cum.
D'you want that, baby?"  He whispers as he clutches Johnny's
butt firmly with his large hands, all the while grinding
their hips together.

     "Yeah..."  Johnny breathes out as he closes his eyes
while Ben leans in for a deep, tongue filled, kiss.

     They make out for a long moment, Ben holding Johnny
tight in his thick, jock muscled, arms, before Ben pulls
back with a chuckle and a wink and walking away, leaving a
flushed, hard, Johnny in his wake.

     When he comes home that night, his mind continuously
drifts into space, thinking back of those moments with Ben.
There was a curious duality within Ben; the occasionally shy
yet eager and jock, and then there was the forceful man with
a dirty tongue.  It had been the first time in his life that
someone had treated Johnny in that manner in his entire
life, and he didn't quite know how he truly felt about it.

     Thinking back in his life, he found that it is he who
is usually levelling others with those smouldering looks,
and dirty speech, and forceful demeanour.  He could not
remember a time when he had ever been on the receiving end
of it.

     He could not remember a time that he had ever been more
aroused because of it.

     He spaces out during dinner, garnering curious
questions from his family.  His wife looks at him with
concern, while his oldest son arches a brow.

     "What's up dad?"  His youngest, Colby, asks curiously
while fidgeting in his seat and playing with his food.

     Johnny just smiles in return and shakes his head
softly.  "Nothing buddy, just thinking about something that
happened at work."

     That night, he makes love to his wife again.  But this
time, he thinks of Ben and his words.

     Nothing happens for several weeks and Johnny is lost
once again in the relative normalcy of his life, his
thoughts of Ben momentarily forgotten due to work and life.
An increased workload has him staying at the office longer,
which was fine considering it meant more pay.  Annie, a
nurse, also had her shift moved to evenings and now left for
work by six only to come home by six the morning after.  It
left less time for each other, but they had managed through
these types of workload before.  It was typical and
perfectly ordinary.  Johnny even hardly noticed that the for
sale sign at the house besides theirs, nestled at the end of
their lane, had been marked 'sold'.

      It wasn't until three weeks later, since his shoot
with Ben, that Johnny heard from Mark that his new video
would be uploaded onto the site during the next few days.
The excitement returned then, along with that faint
thrumming of nerves under his skin that followed him for the
rest of the day.

     He comes home early from work that evening to find
large trucks unloading furniture at the end of the lane.  He
parks the car on their driveway and when he exits, he sees
Josh and Colby talking animatedly to a tall man, with his
back turned towards Johnny, at the edge of the drive.
Movers are dithering about with furniture and Johnny makes
his way around them and toward his sons and his new
neighbour.

     "Dad!"  Colby greets brightly, waving his arms about in
the air, jumping for joy at the sigh to of his father.  Josh
motions for him to come over when he sees him as the tall
man turns to face him.

     Surprise etches Mark's face when he sees Johnny,
completely taken aback by the coincidence.  Johnny's
expression wavers from his smile to a dumbstruck confusion
by the time he makes it towards the three.

     "Dad, this is Mark.  He's the guy that bought the
Laserty's house."  Josh explains.

     Mark is staring at Johnny with wide eyed surprise for a
moment more before he comes to himself and evens out his
expression with a smile.

     "Mark O'Shaugnessy.  Nice to meet you."  Mark says with
a smile and a firm shake of his hands, acting as if it was
their first meeting.

     Johnny is still dumbstruck by the coincidence, but soon
schools his expression to a friendly one as well, returning
his greeting.  "I'm Johnny.  I guess you've met my sons,
Josh and Colby."

     At the sound of his name Colby moves beside Mark and
tucks himself underneath the man's large hands, his head
barely reaching Mark's waist.

     "Look at how tall he is!"  Colby exclaims excitedly as
Mark chuckles and messes up the boy's hair with his hand.

     "Yeah, I've been told I'm pretty big."  Mark says with
a booming laugh.

     "Welcome to the neighbourhood."  Johnny greets warmly
on the outside while his heart beats madly within his chest.

     This was something he had never foreseen.  Even if he
knew how relatively 'public' his porn indiscretions were, he
never thought that it would literally follow him home.

     To make matters worse, Josh makes a normally friendly
offer that in Johnny's educated context, makes him sweat.

     "Hey Mark, you clearly haven't unpacked your stuff yet.
Want to join us for dinner?"  Josh asks innocently.

     Mark looks at me nervously, shifting his weight to his
other leg before rubbing the back of his neck.

     "Uh, I wouldn't want to impose..."  He mumbles.

      I manage to snap a smile on my face instead and shake
my head.  "Nonsense, we'd love to have you over for dinner.
I don't cook as well as my wife, but I actually just
happened to have bought enough Chinese tonight to feed all
of us."

     Mark tries to turn it down once again, but this time it
was Colby who insisted, pulling on the big man's hands.

      "Yeah, come on!"  The boy insisted with a bright
smile, causing Mark to relent with a heavy sigh and a nod.


      Then, as we made our way back to my house, I could
have sworn that my heart could be heard thundering in my
chest.