Gay Love is Real Love Too

Being married had never been a possibility for me… that is until I met Josh. We didn’t click right off but sparks flew anyway. We were both temperamental with chips on our shoulders about relationships. With his being an architect and me being hired to design the web pages for his company, we were thrown together quite often. Needless to say, we got through all of the layers of our bullshit and ended up having a really good relationship. He loved me and I loved him so we decided to get married.
Let me introduce myself, my name is Todd, yeah I’m a guy. Which, by the way is the reason I didn’t think marriage was an even remote possibility. Anyway, I’m just your average everyday guy living his life with who I hope will be the only and last love of my life. I’m 5’10, with dark brown eyes, almost black. My hair is jet black. I used to pride myself on my gym routine, which afforded me a lean and buffed physique. Todd is gorgeous, but then again maybe I’m biased. He wears his hair long, which is a stark contrast to my short but deep waves. His hair is a golden-bronzed color that makes me hard just thinking about it. His eyes are a steely grey that even twinkle when he’s annoyed. He’s just shy of six inches taller than me with a lean and muscled look that makes me feel like the luckiest man alive.
So what could be the problem? I had a hot ass husband, who I had been married to for seven almost eight years. We had a huge house that he designed of course, and wonderful friends and family. The problem, in one word, was children, of which we had two. Don’t get me...