Free The Husband by John Simpson

Chapter One
     
    The trip seemed long enough to have taken weeks for Adam Clancy to drive from Houston, Texas to Long Island, but in reality it had only taken three days. At twenty-eight, Adam could still afford to take chances on jobs and love in far-flung places and move somewhere with the allure of either. He had moved to Houston for the promise of a good job while leaving a hopeful romance on Long Island.
    The relocation to Texas lasted just short of six months while he'd worked a job he had long sought: Chief of Security for a complex of high-rise office buildings in downtown Houston. He'd needed to adjust to two things upon arrival in Houston. First, the responsibilities of the job, and second, the intense summer humidity. After a quick search, he moved into a fourteenth floor apartment in a high-rise building with a magnificent view of Houston. The deal was sealed when he learned it took only ten minutes to walk from his apartment to his office, which was located exactly four blocks from his abode. However, after the first walk, he learned that by the time he arrived at his office he would be drenched in sweat.
    As for the job, he loved his employment. He commanded a force of over one hundred security officers charged with maintaining a complex of five high-rise office buildings. The buildings even included diplomatic offices of foreign governments, or missions as he'd learned they were officially labeled.
    In the sex department, he found there still existed a local bathhouse in Houston, and since he knew no one there, he decided to go and check the spa out. However, he had no intention of having sex with anyone. The age of HIV had removed sexual activity from the list of casual things to do. When he arrived and bought a membership, he got the usual towel, went in, and changed out of his clothes, wrapping the towel around his waist.
    His pleasure in the facilities exceeded his expectations. Along with the normal steam rooms, saunas, hot tubs, and other things, Adam found a swimming pool outside under the stars. The area seemed well shielded from prying eyes with a tall wooden fence all around the back area of the property. He indulged in one of his favorite things: skinny dipping. Adam Clancy never felt freer than when in a pool, naked, enjoying a warm summer breeze while looking at the stars.
    He hadn't noticed one of the other guys slip into the pool.
    "Hi, I'm Ben. I've never seen you here before."
    The sound of the man's voice brought Adam out of his inner peace to the real world, a little startled at first as he hadn't heard the man approach. He recovered quickly.
    "Yeah, first night here. I'm Adam. Nice to meet you, Ben," he replied with a smile. He let his eyes run over the man's body. In the gay community, he might have been referred to as a muscle head. His physique appeared almost over developed with massive arms and prominent pecs. "Have you been a member here for a while?"
    "About a year now. I come maybe once or twice a month to use the steam room and weight room."
    "So I guess you like this facility then. No problem with the police or anything along those lines?" Adam asked.
    "Nope. You can't even find drugs in this place, which is great. But you do see a lot of unprotected sex. The guys like the steam room for that; lotta fucking goes on in there."
    "No excuse for risky sex as far as I'm concerned, but they're all adults. They know the story, and if they choose to ignore the information and act like kids, any negative results are on them. For me, while I have sex once in a while, I prefer sex with someone I at least like, if not love."
    Adam leaned his head back onto the rim of the pool when he felt a cool breeze blow through the area once more. Adam was startled when he felt his dick being fondled by the stranger.
    Adam pushed his hand away. "Sorry, not interested. Believe me or not, I'm not going to be coming here for sex. This pool will be the magnet that brings me back for visits to this place. No