Jack is thirty-five and single once again. He is not, as he as quick to point out, going through a midlife crisis. Still, it would be nice to have a partner.<br><br>So he sets out on an adventure to find the one-time love of his life, Bing, a man he hasn't set eyes on in more than fifteen years, a man who has seemingly vanished off the face of the planet. With the help of his family and friends -- plus the family dog and, of all people, his high school bully -- he goes searching for Bing, only to unearth an ages-old mystery that puts them all in grave danger.<br><br>In this hysterically funny tale of romance and self-discovery, the question remains right up to the surprise ending: can we return to our past in order to create better our future?

Midlife Crisis

Long and the short of it: the little head always rules the big one. Then again, the little head wasn’t all that little at the time.


Dave naked, by the way, made Bradley Cooper look like Leonard from the Big Bang. And speaking of big bangs, that’s just what we had, me banging him, with my mom just downstairs and my dad watching sports in the living room. Which is to say, I was equal parts nervous and excited. Or maybe make that not so much equal as forty/sixty. Um, twenty/eighty, tops―me being the top, at least when we came, my sheathed prick deep inside his stellar ass as his mammoth cock exploded, aromatic gobs of come slamming into my chest before raining down on him below.


He huffed, I puffed, and we both just about blew the house down. To repeat: wine, tense, stressed, confused, Bradley Cooper, yada, yada, yada.


Chapter 23