The Four Years of Matthew

MATTHEW

I woke up to harsh sunlight hitting my eyes. I try to open them while getting accustomed to the lighting. I get out of bed and fumble aimlessly until I reach the fabrics of the curtains.

Weird. I don't remember the curtains being this hard, or low for that matter. I rub more of the material as I snake my hands more to the top. The material feels different now. Okay, these are definitely not my curtains.

I open my eyes completely and stare in shock as my dad stands in front of the curtains with a sly grin on his face. My small pale hands are clutching at the fabrics of his robe that is opened. That must mean I was rubbing his…

“I'm awfully flattered, son, but don't you think that's a job for your mom?” He asks after chuckling at our current situation. I didn't mean to rub him, but at least his underwear was covering him. “Don't be embarrassed my boy. I just came to wake you, but now I see what kind of reward that brings me,” he says and winks at the end. I could feel the rush of blood hit my cheeks. I must look like a rose garden.

“I'm sorry, dad. I didn't mean to,” I say with my head tucked down and my voice barely above a whisper. Hopefully I can cute my way out of this.

“It's alright, Matthew,” my dad reassures me. “You didn't know and besides its been a while since your mother out her own hand there.”

I cringe at my dad's choice of words. It's not something I want to hear, at all. My dad notices my discomfort and bellows a heart laugh as he clutches the sides of his stomach.

“I just came to wake you up for breakfast. Why don't you spend the day out with Jason?” My dad suggests.

“That's a great idea, dad. Thanks for waking me up and I'm sorry for earlier,” I say. I run out the door quickly before things could get any more awkward. I need to tell Jason about this.

MASON (THE DAD)

I watch as my son runs clumsily out of his room and down the stairs. His tight little butt shaking as he moves away from me.

I didn't mean to scare him off this morning, but I am guilty of one thing. I admire his little boy body. I come here, inside his room, every morning to wake him up, but usually I spend a few minutes admiring him as he sleeps.

I crave to run my hands down his Raven colored hair. I want to run my tongue down his neck until his back defines itself into a new shape and he arches it to bring his smooth little ass upward. I want my mouth to meet the opening of his small little ass hole before I plunge my tongue deep into him. I want to bring my body over his small pale one, and have home either under my much hairier chest, as I rub my cock onto the crevice of his ass and hear his moans rise through the room.

Sadly, I know I can't have that. He's a forbidden fruit in such a prestigious garden, and I'm a fool who's too tempted to fall into the luxury of the taste.

I watched as he moved through the room after waking up, like a toddler taking his first steps. He fumbled for a while until he reached for the curtains. There was only one problem, one he didn't know, I was standing in the way and his small hand just so happened to land over my covered crotch.

He absentmindedly rubbed my member with the palm of his hand before tracing the outline curiously with his fingertips. I couldn't help but to suck in a breath as he continued. I guess he thought I was the curtains.

He moved his hands upwards until the traveled the fabrics of my parted robe. He tensed his body before he stopped rubbing on my crotch. He squinted both of his beautiful grey eyes open until he looked up at me with a shocked expression. He pulled back instantly and I felt disappointment rise with the absence of his touch.

He looked so cute throughout our conversation as he blushed and cowered in embarrassment.

I finally shake the memory of the last twenty minutes out of my head and follow my son into the kitchen. He sitting by the island enjoying his meal of waffles and bacon. I mess up his hair as I pass by him. He stands from his seat after finishing his meal and brings his ditch to the sink.

“Alright Dad, I'm going to go hang out with Jason now. I'll see you later, okay?” He says as he waits by the kitchen door for my approval.

“Have fun, bud,” I say. Matthew rushes out of the kitchen and up the stairs to get changed. Ten minutes later he's out the door.

MATTHEW

I grab my bike and pedal as fast as I possible could to Jason's house. He lives two streets away from me, so it wasn't a long distance.

As I reach his house, I move to the backyard where I dispose of the bike and walk in through the back door. Jason's parents are like my second parents, so it's only natural for me to come in unannounced and without permission.

Jason's mom notices me walk in and smiles at me. “He's upstairs in his room,” she says as she picks up more dirty clothes to put in the washing machine.

“Thanks mom,” I say as I run upstairs. It's also very natural for us to call each other's parents mom and dad.

“Dude, you will not believe what happened this morning,” I say after barging into his room.

“What do you want you virgin! You made me lose the game!” He says as he slams the controller on the floor and pouts in my direction.

“It has to do with my dad,” I say, and watch as Jason pulls himself up for the floor with a kick in his step. It's pretty obvious to see Jason has a crush on my dad.

“Well don't just stand there! Tell me!” Jason pleads as he jumps on his bed. I follow behind him and lay next to him.

“I woke up this morning and I couldn't open my eyes. The sunlight was strong, so I decided to close the curtain, but my dad was standing in the way, and without knowing I started to rub his cock,” I explain.

Jason jumps out of his seat in excitement, “Did anything else happen?”’

I shake my head and his face drops with disappointment. “I can't believe you let a good opportunity go down the drain like that. If that were me I would be on my knees with his dick head between my lips.” He says.

“No you wouldn't because I will kill you,” I threaten. Jason rolls his eyes. “My parents are happily married and I don't want someone ruining that for them. Besides you're fourteen so that's illegal.”

“Whatever,” Jason states. “I have something to show you by the way. It's an app for meeting other gay people. Do you think we can find someone our age?”

I shrug, “I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Jason. What if we find older people on there?”

“Then it could be fun,” Jason says as he pulls my phone out of my pocket. I try to protest and reach for it, but he moves away every time before I could even touch the device. “I'll give it back as soon as we explore for a while, and don't pretend like you never wanted to mess with an older guy before.”

I huff and try to protest, but remain quiet because I know deep down he's right. I have a small body and a baby face with dark hair and grey eyes. I'll be perfect for a daddy to fuck senseless repeatedly.

I turn my attention back to Jason who is grinning widely. “The app just finished downloading. I hope you're ready to have some fun.”