Boy Next Door

The first day Sam was back for Christmas vacation, we were in bed together within ten minutes of his arrival. I had admitted to myself and to him that I was in love with him. He told me he was in love with me. But that wasn’t all he told me. He let me know that his father was gay, or at least that he suspected as much based on his father’s secret collection of gay magazines and his gay dating profile.

While his father had once offered to ‘play around’ with me, I thought he was either testing me or just looking to release some sexual tension. I was still considering the ramifications of my being in love with a closeted gay man’s son.

There were other things that weighed on my mind. Sam was eighteen; my son Tyler was eighteen, and the two of them had been best friends over the past three years. In fact, we were on the way to the airport to pick up my son. Sam and I had talked; we would not tell Tyler anything right away.

I thought back to last night. It was the first night that Sam and I spent the night together. We had fucked four times before ten o’clock. I was spent, and the two of us went right to sleep after that. Sam’s suitcase was in the guest room, and we both made sure that we left nothing in my bedroom that would make Tyler suspect.

My phone binged as we entered the airport. Tyler’s plane was at the gate. He’d only brought a carry-on with him, so he’d be at the front just as we pulled up. Timing for Tyler and me had always been a little eerie. I stopped the car, and Sam jumped out and opened the back door. He saw Tyler first and waved. They did some sort of bro bump and then hugged before Sam took Tyler’s bag into the back seat with him.

“I can’t believe we get to spend Christmas break together,” Sam said with excitement written all over his face.

“Sorry, bro. Mr. Carrington texted me; he’s going to need me to work on the days before Christmas. He won’t need me after, though. Are we still going to the beach for your birthday, Dad?”

“I wouldn’t want to ruin your plans for my surprise party,” I chuckled.

“I still can’t believe y’all go to the beach in December,” said Sam.

“It’s less crowded that way. Right, Dad. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

Something in Tyler’s voice told me that my surprise party was going to be a bigger surprise this year. But it was my fortieth, so it should be. Maybe Susan was going to make a visit. We made the trip back home reminiscing about the ‘old’ days and eating some filet-o-fish sandwiches from Mc Donald’s.

Once we were home, the boys, young men, I should say, started acting like silly college students. They were running around upstairs and shouting at each other. I sat on the couch and pondered my future.

Was I being impractical? I was in love with Sam; I no longer doubted that, but I knew that as he gained experience at college and with his first job, there was a chance that he would grow apart from me, and if he would want to leave, I would have to let him. I wiped a tear from my cheek.

And if he wanted to stay, how lucky I would be. But would this house be where we should live? I could work anywhere in the country and attend meetings virtually. His job after school might take us anywhere.

And what about Tyler? He might want to come home after graduation. How long would he stay?

Almost on cue, Tyler came downstairs to get them something to drink. “Are you OK, Dad?”

“Yeah.”

Tyler bent forward and kissed me on the cheek. “I love you, Dad.”

“Have I told you, Tyler, that I have the world’s best son?”

“No, you haven’t.” He sat down next to me. “Why don’t you tell me about it.” Then he poked me in the ribs and started to laugh. “You can’t have the world’s best son unless you're the world’s best dad.”

“Do you want to tell me more about that?”

“Ha! Don’t you think your head’s fucking big enough?” Tyler fell silent as he realized what he had said.

I had never heard my son curse. I got up with an angry look on my face and walked over to him.

“Sorry,” he gulped.

I grabbed him roughly and stared at him. “What the fuck were you thinking? I can’t fucking believe that you would fucking say that to me.” Then I burst out in laughter. I was laughing so hard that tears began to form in my eyes.

Tyler seemed terrified at first.

“Son, I knew one day you’d say a ‘bad’ word.” I used air quotes. “I’m just glad you waited until you were an adult.”

Tyler grabbed me in a hug. “As I said, you’re the world’s best dad.”

About ten minutes later, Sam came downstairs. “Tyler has to work tomorrow, so he's sent away.” Sam did a fake pout.

“He suspects,” I said calmly.

Sam instantly turned pale.

“You are so gullible and cute.”

“You shithead. The way you said it, I thought we were fucked.”

“No, but if you think he’s asleep, I’ll take you upstairs and put you to bed.”

He whispered, “Want me to blow you to sleep?”

“You can blow me tomorrow,” I whispered back.

“I want you to breed me to sleep,” Sam rubbed a finger over my crotch.

“Then we’ll have to use my room. The mattress doesn’t squeak.”

The two of us were like kids sneaking to a candy jar. We crept upstairs and into my room. I closed the door gently. “When we’re done, you’re going to have to go down the hall to your room. You know that right?”

“Yes, Mr. Hunky.”

“And you’re going to have to be quiet.”

“Can we turn the lights on?”

“No. We’re going to make it look and sound as though we are asleep in our beds.”

“Except that you’ll be sticking your dick in me in order to fill me with your sperm.”

“That’s right,” I said, “except for that.”

We slipped beneath the covers. Sam was on his back with his knees pulled up. It was the position that allowed us to kiss while we screwed. He reached under the pillow and tried to lube his hole. In the dark, he squirted lube all over his stomach.

“Put it away,” I whispered. “I’ll spread it where we need it.” By the time I was finished lubing his crack, his hole, and my cock, the room had the distinctive odor of strawberries.

“Sorry,” Sam said quietly. I covered his mouth and tried to insert my shaft into him. The extra lube made it slipperier than usual. I finally got an alignment and pushed my head into him. It felt great moving in and out of his tight ass. He had a perfect tilt to his pelvis, and with our lips pressed together, his tongue moved over my top teeth and tickled my gums.

I had the slightest sense that I was building to shoot when my bedroom door clicked open. “Dad, are you awake? I can’t sleep.”

I froze. I swear that even in the darkness of the room, I could see Sam’s eyes widen in fear. It would be one thing to tell my son that I was in love with his best friend. It’s another for him to find me with my dick buried in his friend’s ass.

“Dad? I need to talk to you about Sam.”

“This isn’t a good time, Tyler.” I still hadn’t moved.

“What’s that smell? Is that strawberry?” Tyler walked over to the bed and sat down. “What are you doing?”

“I told you it wasn’t a good time.”

“Dad.” His voice had an angry tone. “Is Sam in bed with you?”

“Come on, Tyler. Can’t a man jerk off without an audience.”

“Don’t lie to me, Dad. You never have. Please don’t start.”

That was a punch in the gut.

“I’m sorry, Ty.” My dick had already gone soft and slipped out of Sam. I rolled over to sit between Tyler and Sam. “Forgive me. I just wasn’t ready to tell you.”

“Tell me what? That you and Sam have been having fun behind my back? Or you Sam, that you pretended to be my friend so you could fuck my father?”

“I am your friend, Tyler,” said Sam. “You’re my best friend. I didn’t set out to fall in love with your dad.”

“Oh, so you’re in love with him?” Tyler’s tone was sarcastic.

“Tyler! Tyler,” I said. “Life is complicated. Sam and I started talking last summer, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him.”

“But Dad, he’s my age.”

“And just like you, he’s an adult. He’s a man of good character, and so are you. You know I’m proud of you. Sam’s young, but he’s the kind of man I always dreamed of having in my life. I don’t understand it any more than I understand being gay.” I paused. No one said anything. “You gave me the benefit of the doubt when I told you about that, and you finally understood it.

“If you came to me and told me you were in love with a forty-year-old man, I know that I’d have difficulty with it, so I’m not going to blow off your feelings or your struggle.”

“Well, he’s only twenty-six,” said Tyler.

“Who is?” I asked.

“The guy I’m in love with.”

I took a deep breath. My son just told me that he’s gay. I considered my next statement. “That’s still a pretty big age difference,” I finally said.

Tyler didn’t say anything else.

“OK. Hit me; I’m sure that’s not the news you’re holding back. You know that you’re being gay may be a little surprise. Your dating a guy a little older than you is a bigger surprise. But that’s not the biggest surprise. Give it to me.”

“He’s a professor at my school.”

“Oh, fuck, Tyler.” I took a deep breath.

“Really, Tyler? Wow.” Sam sounded happy.

“Sam.”

“Sorry,” Sam whispered.

“Tyler, I’m happy for you.” I pulled his head to me and kissed him on the temple. “Love is not always easy to find even when the person is there in front of you.”

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you, too,” I said.

“Sam,” asked Tyler, “you really love my dad?”

Sam sat up a little straighter. “I do. I really do.”

“You’re might best friend, Sam, and I love you. But I want you to understand this, when you marry him, I’m not calling you Daddy.”

With total seriousness in his voice, Sam said, “I’m disappointed, Tyler; we’ll discuss it later. Just remember that I love you, too.” He started to laugh. “I really do love you man.”

“I’m going back to bed. I think my concerns, as it were, have been addressed.”

“Will you tell me the name of your boyfriend.”

“Mark Welles.”

“Was he one of your professors?” I asked.

“No. I worked on a project with him, but he wasn’t one of my teachers.” Tyler walked to the door.

We said good-night, and Tyler left.

Sam and I sat in the dark. We weren’t talking. The smell of strawberry was still in the air. Sam put his arm on my shoulder. “What are you thinking?”

“It’s just not how I wanted to tell him.”

“I’m sorry; it’s my fault. I should have gone to bed, to have been more patient.”

“Sam, it’s not your fault. I carried you up here. Sometimes things just happen.” I rolled over next to him and kissed him.

Sam wrapped his fingers around my dick. I was sure that after all that happened, I wouldn’t be in the mood for any more sex tonight, but his warm fingers ignited my erection. He rolled onto his side. “I love you, Shawn. Put your dick in me.” Sam lifted his leg and exposed his hole to me. He pulled my cock into his warm man pussy. I moved in and out of him.

“That feels so nice,” I told him.

“And you’re hitting a different spot; it seems like each time we fuck you touch me in a different way. Oh, that’s so intense. Oh, shit, I think I’m coming,” moaned Sam. “No, not yet. I don’t want to yet.”

I pushed into him. Side sex took a different technique. My frequency increased.

“I can feel your dick inside my belly.”

I slowly pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in. The pressure on my cock was different; Sam still moaned softly. I nibbled on his ear.

“Oh, Shawn, I’m getting close, too close to control.”

I reached around and jerked his dick as I continued to fuck him gently. It didn’t take long for him to unload. His coming triggered me. I began to feel a tingling in my loins. I didn’t last much past that. I bred my young lover. Then I wrapped my arms around him, and we fell asleep with my dick still up his ass.