Stories : Besotted For Life By Pheromones

(The preface to this tale can be found in the story “So Very Close” and was written by a member of A4A. If you wish to submit a story, send it to blog at adam4adam dot com)

The early summer of 1988 is permanently etched in my memory.  I met a stunning man who would become my friend with benefits — right up to the current time.  This man who I shall call Zham would become my lover and steadfast friend — on the side —  through two long-term relationships for both of us!  Don’t judge what you don’t know.

Zham and I encountered each other at a popular Central Florida bar near closing time — he was standing alone, looking rather bewildered.  Damn he was so hot.  Zham at 10 years younger than I, had just turned 19 and had the stunning body of an ardent dancer.  To say it was love with a strong dose of lust, at first sight would be accurate.  Uncharacteristically I approached him and engaged him in conversation to find out — he had been stranded by his friends and did not have any way home, other than walking.  I determined Zham lived not that far away and I offered to take him home — no strings or expectations attached.  Much to my astonishment he accepted.

To this day I don’t really know why I approached him so boldly as that simply was not in my nature, but I was certainly glad I did.  The drive was no more the 15 minutes, and we pulled into his driveway.  I left the car running for the A/C and turned off the headlights.  Zham seemed reluctant to leave the car, so we sat and chatted a little while longer.  Phone numbers were exchanged and he gave me a tantalizing kiss on the lips.  Oh my, I was besotted — for life.

A couple of days later Zham came over to my home for dinner.  I had planned to have dinner together and then get to know each other a little……  The exact opposite happened — we got to know each other very intimately and then we had a rather very late dinner.  This first encounter involved a highly erotic fuck in the shower and a even more thrilling romp on the bed.  Zham at 6 foot even was a solid block of honey colored flesh, with well defined and strong muscles — especially his legs.  His lovely fat penis was a pleasing 7.5 inches with a girth that made one say “ah”.  In retrospect I really can’t remember ever seeing him flaccid — it always was hard.  He was everything I ever thought might be possible to find in a lover — and then some.

These encounters continued for about 5 months — with often weeks between us seeing each other, but something always seemed to work out.  While we were enthusiastic lovers we were in very different places in our lives — Zham was more social and I being more of an introvert much prefered home over the bar.  Zham and I obviously had something happening but we were not exclusive by any means.  I fell hard of Zham, there is no other way to put it.

The late fall of 1988 found me in what would be a short term relationship that while it was nicely sexual, was nothing like being with Zham.  About this time Zham dropped out of the local scene and I lost touch with him — remember this was the pre-cell phone era.  Towards the end of 1989 as my relationship ended,  Zham and I encountered each other again rather unexpectedly for the first time in nearly a year.  Relations so to speak were re-established.  Again it followed the pattern of our first encounters.  Weeks would go by without any contact and then everything would fall in place and we would see a lot of each other.  The magic was still there.  We carried on an affair again until the fall of 1992 — Zham spent many nights with me and I seriously thought about asking him to move in, however the circumstances just never seemed to come together.

Zham in his early 20s was a masterpiece of flesh with a quick laugh and a radiant smile — and he smelled good.  I am convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that pheromones are real and control all that one desires.  The magic was there!

In the fall of 1992 I met a young man who would become my live in lover for nearly four years.  During this time, while I had occasional contact with Zham nothing sexual happened again until the fall of 1995, as the relationship I was in was disintegrating.  While my boyfriend and I made a wonderful sexual match his impetuous and somewhat difficult nature made things very strained more times that not.  Damn the makeup sex was good!  As a drug user he was frankly not tolerable and I ended the relationship.  His 8.5 x 5 inch dick would be missed!

Zham was in a long-term relationship also during this time.  The unplanned encounter on the sofa, in the fall of 1995 after such a long absence, proved the spark was still there — and oh it was!  Words fail me express the emotions that overwhelmed me at this time.

I should backup at this point and explain a little more.  In December of 1994 I had moved into the downtown area of the city I call home — much to my surprise and astonishment, I was not even 2 miles from where Zham lived.  This would prove to be very beneficial for both of us as we renewed our affair.

From the winter of 1996 until the early fall of 2003  we carried on an affair that sometimes happened twice in one week or every 3 months.  One just never knew when the stars would align.  We managed to not get caught by our respective other halfs — thankfully.

Unfortunately Zham moved out of town in the fall of 2003.  Things cooled off because of the distance separating us, but we have stayed in contact via email and an occasional phone call.

My work related travel can bring me near Zham’s city, and we have been able to arrange a “meet and greet” at my hotel occasionally from 2003 to the present.  While this has happened only slightly more than a half dozen times since 2003, the magic is still there.  There is something so nice about opening your hotel room door to find the one person who you have a highly erotic nearly 27 year connection with, standing there — even if it is 6:45am!   I have treasured those all too brief encounters with Zham.

How does this story end?  I have no idea.  My travel to the area where Zham lives is unpredictable and may not happen again for a year — or I can be there next week.  I guess that seems to add to the mystery and magic of this long standing affair.

For those needing to know — I have been in a stable nearly 20 year relationship with a wonderful man who to my knowledge knows nothing of this affair with Zham –and I will never tell him.  In an odd twist on things, Zham is actually on this site as I am.  I rarely initiate first contact with anyone on this site as a middle 50 year old is viewed as undesirable by so many.  I do enjoy the occasional chat — but anything else just does not happen.

I wonder how many others on this site can tell of a multi-decade affair with a man you simply can not get enough of — but you live quietly with your husband as I do?
Remember — don’t judge.

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