Fifteen years of being together had extinguished our physical relationship. Gone were the endless nights of lovemaking, the quickies in the afternoon, the fuck marathons on the weekends, and all I was left with now was the once a month if I was lucky and if I felt like initiating it kind of sex. It was a cruel joke the way some guys had libidos that never died, while others lost interest with the stress of everyday life. If I had known things were going to be like this I never would have settled down, I thought.

Recently I celebrated my fortieth birthday, but I certainly did not look it. To this day I still got more than my share of numbers whenever we went to a bar or any gay event. I think I’m still quite the catch. I have a very successful career, a tight body, a full head of hair, an accepting family, tons of friends, everything is pretty much perfect. Except for this relationship that was beginning to feel more like a life sentence than a personal choice. I remembered when we first got together; we couldn’t keep our hands of each other. How did we let it get this far?

I shook all these thoughts from my mind and went back to the task at hand. I was trying to find something that would turn heads at this charity thing I had been coerced into going to next week. It was not quite a black tie event so I could do with something more casual. Something that would perhaps catch the attention of someone like the sales clerk here who so far had come up to me three times to see if I needed some help. I could definitely use his help but not with my clothing. Instead with my cum filled nut sac, which was in desperate need of some draining.

I adjusted my semi hard cock and made my way over to the new shipment of cashmere sweaters. I should get something to bring out my deep blue eyes, I thought. I picked up one of the cashmeres added it to my already large pile of clothes and made my way towards the fitting rooms.

“Let me unlock one of those for you,” the eager sales guy offered as soon as he saw me head for the stalls. He let me into fitting room five. I turned to him and flashed him a thank you smile. He winked and blatantly stared at my ass. If he weren’t so good looking, this would definitely have been an awkward situation. As it turned out, though, he was a very attractive young man. I would say he was somewhere in his mid twenties. He was one of those guys who didn’t really care that people found him attractive. He reminded me of myself at that age, before I was trapped in a sexless relationship.

I closed the stall but don’t lock it, I was curious to see how far this could go. I stripped down to my 2xist boxers and examined myself in the three-way mirror. My boxers clung tight to my body; it hugged every inch of my firm round ass, my cock pressed up against the cool fabric.

“It all looks good to me,” said the clerk.

He had startled me, but I didn’t let him know it. I looked up. I could see his reflection