What am I thinking? I don’t know how to fucking have sex with aguy.
As we head through the hall to the door to his unit, I’m thinking: What am I going to do? What are we going to do? Why am I doingthis?
My thoughts are all over the place, but one thing I know for sure is we’re gonna dosomething.
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He can’t keepthat dick down, and neither canI.
Even when we were heading back to my place in the cab, after Jesse’s board shorts had dried, I noticed a wet dot by his cock. Precum, Ifigured.
He wants it as much as I do. I saw it in how quickly he got hard when I rested my hand on his body, which I did on purpose—a test. Playing with fire, I know, but I had to know this wasn’t all in my fuckinghead.
I open the door to my condo and lead him inside, closing the door behindhim.
“Ty?” I call out, listening for a reply. “Youback?”
Please don’t beback.
This is such a terrible thing to want. For my son to be gone so I can find a way to fuck his friend. I’m a horrible father. He’s always thought that about me anyway, but if I follow through with this, he might never forgiveme.
That should be enough to stifle my desire. To still these thoughts. But I can’t control what I fucking feel for this kid. I know what it feels like to just want to fuck someone, but this is so much more intense. It’s like he’s giving off pheromones that are perfectly crafted to reel me in. Like he’s bait for some TV show that’s going to burst in and expose me as a creep if I put the moves on my son’sbuddy.
As many mental obstacles as there are, as many pleas as I hear from a small part of me that begs me to reconsider, I won’tlisten.
Ican’t.
This craving Jesse’s stirred within me is too strong and the promise of fulfillment tooenticing.
Jesse approaches the kitchen island and whirls around, facing me, staring directly into my eyes, his intentionclear.
“This is a shit idea,” I say, since I feel like one of us hasto.
“Iknow.”
I scan his body—those hot muscles I want my hands and mouth all over. They’re trapped in that tight, restrictive tank top. And there are still a few damp spots clinging to his body the way I want to be clinging to it rightnow.
I approach him, trying to restrain myself a little bit longer. Long enough to think itthrough.
He looks up at me, the brown hues of his chestnut-colored irises capturing my attention. I lift my hand and run my thumb along his jaw. He tenses up but doesn’t fight it. I lower my hand, running my thumb between his pecs and down his torso. His breathing is quick,uneasy.
“You nervous?” Iask.
“Yes,” he admits before lunging at me, pressing his lips againstmine.
Fuck.
I wasn’t expecting him to be so bold, and I know the moment his mouth slams against mine, it’s over for me. The intensity of our lips colliding has adrenaline pulsing through me and amplifies my need for him far beyond anything I expect myself to be able tocontrol.
I reach down for his cock, stroking my palm against the fabric of his board shorts, pleasuring hisshaft.
“God, you got a big fucking dick, Jesse,” I tell him as I break our kiss for a moment. I slide my hand down to his nuts and grab on, applying somepressure.
He grips my crotch. “You’re one totalk.”
He must have fucked around with a lot of guys to be this confident in his own movements. And his confidence arouses me even more. I’m used to submissive guys who want to be dominated, but Jesse’s the kind of guy who can hold hisown.
