Guys Night In

This is my second attempt at a gay romance story. I've tried to learn from my first attempt but if you enjoy this story, why don't you check out 'Ryan's Revenge' and see what you think.

Eric lay sleeping in the stifling hot bedroom. His naked back and one naked leg were on display, the other leg still tangled in the bedsheets. He lay on his stomach, face buried in the pillow. His mouth hung upon as he slept and deep resounding snores filled the room. He shifted position slightly in his sleep and a low rumbling fart passed between his hairy arse cheeks. Beside him Claire, his wife of eight years, glared at him in revulsion.

How did I end up married to such a slob?"she thought to herself. Her eyes took in her husband. At forty three, his messy black hair was starting to thin across his head.Shame it hasn't thinned everywhere else.She thought with annoyance. She'd used to affectionately call her husband the bear, covered with dense black hair on his chest, arms, legs and back. Now her tastes had evolved more towards a shaved physique but Eric hadn't changed with her. Also he'd let himself go since his prime, putting on roughly three stone in the last five years. Whilst she insisted on a healthy vegan diet, he still ate disgusting meat heavy meals, drank unhealthy fizzy drinks and alcohol instead of water, smoked.

And then there was the smell. Eric worked as a sanitation worker and no matter how hard he scrubbed, it seemed to Claire that there was always a lingering smell of sweat and refuse hanging around his body. In short he was a low brow, unsophisticated slob of a man who had long ago ceased to turn her on. The only good thing about him was the money he brought home. With no children, and a mortgage free home courtesy of a legacy left by his uncle, he could afford to spoil her with whatever she wanted. She gazed down at her tits, visible beneath her silk month. Six weeks ago, Eric had paid for her to get her boobs done increasing them from a 34B to a 38DD. Claire loved her new tits and couldn't wait to show them off properly at the bachelorette party tonight.

She looked back at her phone and began scrolling through the details. For the last six months she had been organising a bachelorette party for her younger sister, Kelly. Though in truth, Claire had done all she could to encourage her sister not to get married. Marriage destroyed romance, killed attraction, turned men into slovenly pigs not good enough for the smart, attractive women who'd made the mistake of shackling themselves with matrimony. She went through the list on her phone; venue confirmation, DJ confirmation, the food, the drink, the guest list and finally the confirmation from Domino, the black and white stripper duo.

Eric farted again but this time he opened his eyes. Apparently oblivious of the coarse disgusting way with which he had returned to consciousness, he smiled at her, pushing himself up on his elbow.

"Morning darling, did you sleep well?" Claire gave him a frosty glare, a curt nod of confirmation and then rising from bed swept out of the room. A moment later he could here the shower running. Eric frowned and sat up, pulling the bedsheets more fully over his nude lower half. He was aware that he was quite sweaty and could smell his scent quite strongly on his skin. A few years back he would have hopped in the shower with his wife but he knew better then to try that these days. Claire had grown increasingly more distant with the years. Eric was a simple guy who loved his wife deeply but he was aware that as she got older Claire had seemed to become convinced that he was beneath her and she had settled when marrying him. It hurt sometimes but he accepted it because he loved her. Getting out of bed, he grabbed a clean towel from the ottoman that stood underneath the curtained window and wrapped it round his waist.

Once Claire had left the bathroom, crossing directly into the second bedroom that she had converted into a dressing room, Eric left the bedroom and entered the bathroom. Climbing into the bathtub, he turned on the shower. The hot water sprayed from the nozzle and Eric stepped under the spray, closing his eyes and letting the water massage his muscles, sore after the week of lifting garbage. Once his muscles felt looser and less strained, he grabbed his preferred body wash off of the shelf. Bergamot and Lemon, which he'd started using after Claire had gifted it to him one Christmas the year before they married. Not that she liked it anymore of course but Eric did and he held on to the sentimental memory of the past. Emptying a quarter of the bottle on to his body, he began to lather it up, his fingers running through the thick body hair that had covered his body since he was eighteen. He rubbed it into his ample stomach, down his legs, up his arms and under his armpits. He rubbed it into his sweaty loins, gently massaging it into his hanging bollocks. Once he could smell nothing but lemons, he let the cooling water wash it from him. Shutting off the water, he got out, wrapped the towel around him and brushed his teeth. There was no sign of Claire as he went to get dressed and when he went into the kitchen for breakfast there was just a note propped up on the oven.

Gone to hairdressers. Then the nail salon and the tanning place. Remember we need to leave for Becca's place by five.

Crumbling up the note, Eric threw it in the bin. Grabbing eggs and bacon, he began to fry them with some bread and tomatoes that he'd grown himself in a grow bag on the back patio. At least with his wife gone he could have the kind of breakfast he wanted without having her extoll the virtues of muesli. Plating up, Eric sat down at the table and began to eat.

He thought back to the note, specifically the line about being at Becca's for five. He'd forgotten that tonight was the long planned for bachelorette party. Claire had booked a luxury venue for eight women as part of her sisters bachelorette party. One of the women going was Becca, who had been a lifelong friend of the sisters. Claire was going to pick her up before the party and he was going to be hanging out with Becca's husband Matthias. This had been planned by Claire a few weeks ago.

"That way you guys won't be sat around waiting for us to come home." She'd said in that condescending tone she used sometimes. Not that Eric minded hanging out with Matthias. Since he'd married Becca five years ago they'd hung out at group events dozens of times and gotten along well. Not wanting to turn up empty handed at his hosts, Eric grabbed his car keys and drove round to the local supermarket. For the next hour or so he walked around the supermarket, chatted to one or two people he knew and browsed the aisles for something to take with him on this evening of enforced male bonding. He spotted a brand of beer that both he and Matthias had enjoyed during a barbecue to celebrate his sister in laws engagement the previous summer and stood musing over how many six packs to buy. He decided one looked cheap so he picked up two and put them in the trolley. Going down another aisle he grabbed three large bags of extra spicy chips that he enjoyed and then grabbed a selection of dips to go with them. Reaching the checkout, he paid for his purchases and headed back to his car, wondering vaguely about the evening ahead.

Claire hadn't arrived home by the time he got back. Eric left the stuff he'd brought in the car and headed inside, perspiring slightly in the heat. An hour later, Claire arrived home. Her hair had been styled into a sleek blonde bob. Her long immaculately cut fingernails had been painted a deep scarlet. Her eyebrows had been plucked and her skin glowed a rich amber after an hour on a tanning bed. She wore a blouse and skirt from some expensive designer; blouse open to reveal the new tits he'd paid for. Sparkling between the firm perky breasts was what looked to be a large diamond. A piece of jewellery Eric had never seen before but had almost certainly paid for out of his savings. Claire looked at him with a slight sneer, before saying.

"You are going to make an effort aren't you?" she snapped. Eric looked at her in surprise.

"This is a new shirt." He replied. Claire didn't reply, instead pursing her lips and shooting him a look of irritation as she swept out of the room. She reappeared at just after four, wearing a black dress from an even more expensive designer and which showed even more of her new breasts, the new diamond still nestled between them. Eric bit back a comment on if the dress were really appropriate and followed her out to the car. Climbing in, Eric started the engine and pulled away from the kerb.

The constant stream of criticism continued for the whole of the twenty-five minutes drive to Becca's house. Stopping at a set of traffic lights, Eric was casually drumming his fingers on the steering wheel when beside him Claire suddenly snapped.

"You could have at least showered." Eric felt his jaw clench.

"I showered this morning." He replied, his voice calm despite his irritation.

"Obviously not well enough." His wife retorted.

"Its been hot today." Eric said.

"If you weren't so overweight you wouldn't sweat as much." Claire responded coldly. Glancing over at the back seat, her head snapped back to glare at her husband.

"Beer and chips. Could you be anymore of a fat slob?" Eric felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over him. He didn't respond, just stared dead pan out of the front window and two minutes later he pulled on to Becca's driveway. He climbed out of the car and recovered his offerings from the back seat. Claire got out and moved to the front seat. The front door opened and out stepped Becca in a blue sequined dress that showed off almost as much of her plus sized ass as Claire's dress did cleavage. Eric and Becca exchanged a kiss of greeting as they passed.

"Have a great time." Eric wished her. Becca smiled genuinely.

"I will." She told him and opening the door, she climbed into the passenger seat. Eric reached the house and joined the man standing at the front door. They didn't immediately acknowledge each other, instead turning to watch their wives leave as the car left the driveway. Becca waved and blew a kiss but beside her Claire stayed stone faced.

Eric turned to Matthias. The other man was a few years younger than him. Clean shaven with chestnut hair hanging almost to his shoulders. An easy smile which showed off brilliantly white teeth. He smiled that smile now as he greeted his guest.

"Hey Eric." Eric smiled in response and grabbed the outstretched hand of the other man.

"Hi Matthias." He replied. Matthias winced,

"Eric come on man, I've told you call me Matt."

"Thanks for having me Matt."

"No problem man, come in." They both crossed the threshold and stepped into the kitchen which was situated at the front of the house. Eric handed Matt the beer and extra hot potato chips.

"I brought these for us." Matt smiled.

"Awesome man. I thought we'd get some take out for dinner. Any idea out late this bachelorette party is gonna run?" Eric shook his head. Claire had kept him far away from the planning for the hen do.

"Claire wouldn't tell me anything about it." He told the younger man. "Things aren't exactly great between us right now. Has Becca said anything to you about the plans?" Matt picked up two of the beers, opened them and handed one to his guest.

"Not much. Just usual bachelorette party shit innit. Music, dancing, getting drunk and some adult entertainment."

"I guess." Eric responded, "One thing is certain Claire will have probably gone overboard. She's always been one to splash the cash even when she doesn't have it." Matt gave him a reassuring smile.

"Becca is the same. She's a great woman and I know she loves me but I often think that some of my attraction was that I earned enough to keep her comfortable."

"Same." Eric groaned, lowering himself onto the cream leather sofa. "Being a sanitation worker isn't the most glamorous profession but it earns well. Claire used to appreciate the hard work involved and the level of pay I brought in. Now its all derogatory comments. But she still pisses away money like it grows on trees." He took a swig of beer.

"Oh well. No use dwelling on my shit show of a marriage tonight. Guys night in hey so what do you fancy doing?" Matt laughed.

"Well I intend to drink through these beers you've bought till I'm completely pissed. I plan to order a takeaway full of the shit my wife complains about me eating. And I'm going to relax and have a good time because I'm sure they will be." The two men clinked beer bottles and chugged the remains. Eric finished first, burping richly with Matt following suit a moment later.

Matt then led the way through to the garage, which since neither he nor Becca drove, he had converted into a kind of man cave for himself. A pool table dominated the space. Eric grinned, he'd spent a lot of his early twenties playing pool and had met Claire at a competition both he and her cousin were in.

"Rack em up." He challenged Matt. Grinning back, Matt shook his head.

"Hold on." He said and left the room. He came back with two shot glasses, a bottle of vodka and a bottle of whisky.

"Here's the game. You pot the ball, you take a shot."

"Deal." Eric shook his hand and lined up his shot. The cue ball struck and two solid balls rolled into the left corner pocket. Matt stared open mouthed then recovered himself.

"That's two shots." He insisted handing a glass brimming with vodka to Eric. Throwing it back, Eric felt the sting of the alcohol in his throat and accepted the second shot of whisky. As he downed the shot, Matt potted one of the stripes. Eric handed him a shot of vodka, chalked his cue and approached the table. The game quickly turned into a slaughter. Ball after ball dropped into the pockets under Eric's skilled cue work. And with each dropped ball, Matt handed him a brimming shot glass. Finally the 8 ball fell into the side pocket and Eric downed a final shot of vodka.

"Go again?" Matt asked. Eric laughed, the sort of relaxed laugh he never laughed at home anymore.

"You want me to kick your arse a second time."

"You just got lucky." Matt insisted. Eric held up his hands.

"Hey I'm happy to take you to school, but if I have to take anymore shots I'll be too pissed to stand. Where are those chips I bought?" Matt retrieved them from the kitchen and Eric opened the bag.

"Okay this time, you pot the ball and you eat a chip." Matt scoffed,

"What kind of forfeit is that?"

"Try one." Eric dared him. Matt took a chip and confidently shoved the whole thing in his mouth. Almost immediately his expression changed as the heat hit him. He started gasping as his tongue burned with a ferocity it had never felt. He gagged slightly, sweat breaking out on his forehead. Swallowing the chip, he took a swig of vodka to put out the fire.

"Holy shit that was hot." He gasped. Eric held out a cue in challenge.

"You going to back down?" he asked. Matt shook his head and grabbed the cue.

Eric won the second game as well and Matt finally conceded. His face was red and sweaty from the heat of the chips and he suggested they go get another beer. Returning to the living room with their beers, Matt flicked on a football match and the two men sat watching the game, drinking their beers and chatting casually with some light banter worked in. Eric couldn't remember a time he had felt so relaxed. Around half seven Matt's thoughts turned to dinner.

"You want to get a pizza or something?"" He asked Eric. Eric nodded,

"Sure."

"Pick your poison?" Eric hesitated. He would usually put away two pizzas by himself at home. Whilst Claire would eat her vegetarian, low fat pizza she'd criticise him for eating too much.

"I'd normally have one pepperoni and one Hawaiian." Matt nodded.

"No problem." Dialling the phone, he called the pizza place.

"One Hawaiian, one pepperoni and one mushroom please." He ordered. He then gave the address and hung up the phone. "It'll be about twenty minutes." He told Eric.

At the bachelorette party, the liquor had been flowing freely and Claire was more than a little tipsy. It was nearly eight o'clock and the male strippers would soon be arriving to entertain the ladies. Claire was looking forward to seeing a real man in the buff rather than a fat, sweaty, hairy pig. Her sister leaned in, giggling in the way she did when she was intoxicated.

"What else of you got planned, sis?" She asked. Claire winked at her little sister.

"You'll see." She told her, "But don't be surprised if you rethink your marriage afterwards." Moments later, the lights went down and a voice cut in over the loudspeakers.

"Ladies, put your hands together for the all man entertainment of Domino." Two men, one white and one black strode out on stage in leather trousers and waistcoats. The leather contrasted to their respective skin tones and the waistcoats were open to reveal toned stomachs. Music started and the guys began their routine, the music suddenly inaudible against the excited screaming of horny drunk women.

Back at Becca's house, Matt and Eric were gradually demolishing the three pizzas they had ordered. Four more bottles of beer had been drunk and the football game had finished, replaced by an action movie. Eric leaned back on the sofa, devouring his last slice of Hawaiian pizza. He reflected with slight surprise on how relaxed he felt. He was having a much better time chilling out with Matt than he did with Claire. The pool, the friendly banter, the beer, the pizzas, the football. All stuff that Claire criticised him as being a deadbeat loser over. But with Matt it was two guys hanging out and having a good time. He reached for another slice of pepperoni.

"Wow dude aren't you full yet?" Matt laughed. Eric tore off a chunk of pizza and shook his head.

"Its nice to be able to eat as much as I want without being called a fat waste of space." He replied once he'd swallowed. Matt shook his head.

"Man what's important is to be comfortable in your own skin. If you're happy with how you look then good on you." There was a moment of silence except for the sound of gunfire on the television. Then Matt continued,

"But I guess if you aren't confident in who you are you might want to attack other people who are. Sorry if I'm being personal but Claire's tits looked rather larger than the last time we saw you." Eric laughed, the sound breaking through the tension caused by a personal question.

"Yeah she had a boob job last month. On my dime of course." Eric replied. Matt nodded.

"Yeah Becca wants some fat sucked outta her ass. I'm trying to talk her out of it. Nothing gets me hard like a nice plump ass and she wants to shrink hers down." Eric sat stunned for a moment at the personal revelation he'd just heard. Then Matt asked him a question.

"Did Claire ask for your opinion before getting a boob job?" Eric laughed again.

"Are you shitting me? It was allmy body, my choice."Leaning forward Eric grabbed the last slice of pepperoni.

Up to this time, the two men hadn't heard anything from their wives. They weren't exactly sure how late the bachelorette party would last, not that they were in any rush for the guys night to be over. It was nearly half past ten and the action movie had reached its final climatic scene when Matt's phone buzzed with a notification. Picking up his phone, he checked the message and sat bolt upright on the sofa, his face going from relaxed to tense in a second.

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed. Eric sat up, his expression curious.

"What is it man?" Matt looked awkward. "Becca has posted a photo from the bachelorette party." He told the other man, his face tight with anxiety. Before he could press for details, Eric's own phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out her saw a post from his sister in law. It was a video file captionedSister Slut.His heart felt cold in his chest and his eyes flitted to Matt.