From Loveless Marriage To Gay Bliss

It was my fault, all of it.
It was just an ordinary week in August, or so I thought when my vacation began. My wife Jill and I were planning on taking a couple little jaunts in the northeast and just hanging around the house in lieu of a real vacation because she said she hadn’t been feeling all that well lately, so I guess I could say it was my wife’s fault. If we had gone to the Cape or someplace, I wouldn’t have been stuck at home.
I suppose I could blame my neighbors next door, the Wahl family, for having opened up their pool again this summer after not bothering for a couple years. I had spent many days looking over at Patty and Doug Wahl and their son Todd in their bathing suits, and while none were especially attractive it was something for me to do. With their son Todd coming home from college this summer instead of staying out west, they went and reopened the pool for him to have something to do, so they were also to blame.
The Wahl’s were also at fault for having such a cute son, the skinny and goofy kid having become a quite attractive if still a nerdy young adult over the years. The lean blonde who took after his mother reminded me of my old college roommate from back half a lifetime ago, so that didn’t help.
So there were my alibis all lined up; I was a bored husband with a wife who had pretty much cut him off right at the time we became empty-nesters – a time I thought would make it easier for me to satisfy my still raging sexual desires without the kids around – a week with little to do but going back to being...