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

I slipped the rubber on, never taking my eyes off of him. The connection was palpable. I lubed his hole, his mast of a prick. He was on his back, thick legs up and out. He looked calm. He looked happy. The feeling was contagious. Here was the end of my journey: my cock pressed snuggly up to his hole.


In I slid. His eyelids fluttered as a soft moan escaped from his between his lips. He nodded. Farther in I went. He grabbed my hips. He wanted all of me, and all of me is what he got. He wrapped his legs around me as his face craned up to meet mine. Most kisses are magical, the joining of two people in a moment of shared intimacy; this one would’ve made Merlin jealous.


His hole grabbed my dick just as it had done when he was seventeen and we were doing this for the first time. A shiver ran down my back, goose bumps running rampant up my arms. I fought to catch my breath as I pumped him, his ass meeting me with each thrust.


Chapter 36