Suburban Dads

Chris was my neighbor. Our back yards actually touched at an angle of the cul-de-sac subdivision where we each lived with our wives and family. We were both family men with kids. He was a doctor with four small children and I was a rising executive with a large corporation with three young sons.

Over a period of several years, Chris and I became good friends in that way that you develop and have a good neighborhood friend. We borrowed tools from each other, went to the same neighborhood parties, did the manly gossip of sports and politics, and occasionally would drink some beers together. Our wives were buddies and shopped together, baby-sat for each other and spent a lot of time together at various of the typical neighborhood functions. Chris and I rarely spent time together without there being kids or wives around as well.

We were just your typical neighborhood husbands. Chris was ever busy with his growing medical practice with lots of his time at the hospital and I did a lot of travel, around the country. I was the ever-faithful hubby at home and would never have gotten my pants off in any situation, a great believer that you “never do it on your own doorstep”. When I was out of town, however, I enjoyed being a bit of a bad boy when I had the chance to play, and it was seldom with another female! I had experienced the thrill of having sex with the boys in high school and with the men in college and knew that I was hooked and addicted to dick but I also knew that my marriage and family meant that I could not reveal the feelings and desires that I had for male sex. I was totally straight arrow at home and I knew that no one could ever have any suspicion to the contrary.

Chris, my buddy was even a straighter arrow than I was. He was the most hetero stud ever. I knew him well enough to know that he had the full All-American red-blooded sex drive of the typical highly sexed young husband. He was happily married; he had four children that were the result of a healthy and active marital bed. He only ever referenced extra-marital activity in the macho and manly sense of lusty commentary of the female form whenever there might be the occasion to make raw comment. Chris was totally straight. I never thought of him in any other way, ever, and he never gave me any reason to think otherwise. Why would I? We were both just your suburban husbands, totally straight arrows.

One wintry evening, our wives had gone Christmas shopping and I had been consigned by my wife to go help Chris with a woodworking project that he had going in his basement workshop. He was making bunk beds for two of the boys, and it was well known that I was far handier with the wood and the tools than was Chris who could handle a stethoscope far better than a hammer. I was very willing to lend a hand, and Chris was already in the basement when I arrived. I readily took over the project and started providing assignments for him to do when a slight accident happened.

Chris was moving some of the two-by-four lumber to get it into position and, inadvertently, one of those timers