I consider myself the type of person that doesn’t take problems home, but when Tommy [M20], my best friend, told me his mom, Susan [F45] was back together with her now ex-husband Dan, I was fucking upset. It was like the feeling I got when I found out my ex was cheating on me, a knife to the heart, a doom pending over my head. I lost my appetite for a couple of days and anything would remind me of her.
To make matters worse, if I were to spend time with Tommy, I ended up feeling jealous of him, envious of how close he could be to her, while I had to be content with having nothing. And that guy, Dan [M45?50?], what a fucking prick. If I saw him I’m sure I’d break his nose. I was much more of a man than he was, I told myself numerous times, taller, handsome (or so the image on the mirror said back to me countless times), and I’m pretty sure my cock was bigger.
The number of times I jerked off thinking about our last fuck would make a pornstar blush.