Jealousy

In the almost two weeks since my last post, I've been quite busy. Matt and I went on a side trip to the countryside, wrapped up our time in Rome, and came back home. We're both knee deep back at work, and we've had a friend visit from out of town. 

Sex has been good, and frequent. Fights have been few. He even did something "special" for me this week-- he gave himself a neck to crack shaving. Matt's a very hairy guy, which I dig, but on the rare occasions when he shaves, it's easier to see how ripped he is, sending my sex drive through the roof whenever he walks by without his shirt on.

Honestly, I'm jealous of how in shape he is. We were both athletes in school, but he progressed farther than I did, and managed to keep it up. I work out, but have passed the point where I can hope for anything other than firm and well proportioned. No more six pack in my future, barring a tapeworm. 

My visiting friend gave me something else to feel jealous about. He's about my age, with similar sexual tastes. He's negative, and a total stud. One of the great thrills of being an old married couple (!) is having slutty friends over to regale you with the stories of their sex lives, and on this trip, my friend did not disappoint.

He has the kind of sex life I wish I could have, but probably never will again, even if I was single. One, he's hotter than I am. Two, the negative thing opens up a much larger crowd. He's forever sending over pics from Manhunt or wherever of the hot 22 year old he's just bred.

He's one of my oldest friends, and we don't get to see each other in person very much, but having him around, I started to resent him. I want to be able to fuck with the kind of abandon that he does, but I don't think I ever will. There's really no larger point here, but it's just something that's been on my mind for the last few days since he left. 

In the meantime, I'll just beat off to the pics he sends of his conquests. Not the worst outcome.