Jason

I am a 48 year old tenured professor of English literature at the University of Western Ontario in London, Canada. My wife of 22 years died last year as the result of a horrible car accident. That not only left me desolated but also the sole parent of our 20 year old son. As a result of the car accident, there was a considerable cash settlement which is providing me and my son some luxury in our living situation. I sold our old house and bought a beautiful home outside the city of London but close enough for an easy commute to town. This has proved to be a good decision in many ways since the original house was simply full of memories of my wife. The new house is isolated from neighbours, has large bedrooms and living spaces and, most enjoyable, has an exercise room and large swimming pool.

My son, Michael, and I have spent some great times in the pool in summer and inside the house in winter. We both enjoy exercise and building a healthy, visually attractive body. Michael has also invited friends over frequently to enjoy the facilities. Like my son, and also myself, these young people have all been interested in sports and healthy body exercise so it is easy to imagine the eye candy that is here in the summer. A pool with hard bodied men and beautiful young women is not hard to take. Michael’s best friend is Jason, a young man of the same age as my son and perhaps the guy with the hottest body of the entire group that frequently come over.

My eye is open to any and every form of beauty in terms of the human body, so I often found my cock getting harder and harder as I watched the young people around the pool. I had a very successful marriage, both physically and emotionally, but to be honest, I never turned down a good blow job from either a man or woman when it was offered. Sitting by the pool and watching the young bodies would often make me think what a good blow job from any one of them would be like. However, I also wondered if they would even be interested in a man close to fifty years of age. I had taken very good care of my body and looks as I got older so at this time I was a 210 pound man of fairly good muscle development. I still had a full head of hair on my head, and a neatly trimmed hairy chest. I kept the rest of my body, genitals, ass and back waxed and hairless. All in all, I looked in the mirror and saw, what I thought young people would consider a DILF. Don’t think I am some self absorbed narcissist though; many people, both men and women my own age, have commented directly to me that they cannot believe my actual age and see me as some hot number ready to be on the remarriage market. This has not hurt my ego but there is no way that I am interested in another marriage partner. What I had cannot be duplicated so I would not be interested in trying.

Michael has looks and body much like my own; he is six feet tall, weighs 190 pounds and has a hard well-developed body.  Now Jason is another story. He is at least 240 pounds on a six foot two inch hairless body. He has that hard muscled body I had always hoped to attain but never could. Walking around the pool, he always seemed so confident with all the eyes around, both male and female, following his every move. He was in actual fact one hot fucking man, a man I would consider perfect in terms of body development.

At the end of a particularly hot July Saturday, Michael, Jason and I were the only three left sitting around the pool. All the others had headed home or to some other destination. I was telling them about the conference that I was leaving for on Monday. I would be gone for the week and return only the following Friday. Michael asked where the conference was being held and I told him that it was in Montreal. Jason then spoke up and said that he was hoping to check out McGill University for future studies and some day he would like to take a trip to Montreal as well. My son, at that moment and with no chance for me to think about it, suggested that I take Jason with me on my trip. Michael said that Jason could check out the university while I attended the conference and we would then be company for each other during the f]drive and in the off hours of my confernce. It would have been better to have this suggestion made in private without Jason being there so I could think about it but in that moment, all I could think of saying was that it was a great idea.

The rest of that evening all we talked about was the planned trip to Montreal that would begin on the coming Monday. Michael seemed most excited about it and I began to wonder what plans he had in mind while I would be away from the house since he would be home alone. Jason informed us that he had never been to Montreal before so he was especially looking forward to not only visiting the university but also discovering the city. I informed them that I planned to drive to Montreal leaving early on Monday morning. Michael, now the great planner of everything, suggested that since it was a long drive that would take at least eight hours, that we should start early Monday morning. He also suggested that Jason sleep over Sunday night so there would be no delay in our departure. There was no opportunity to disagree so all the plans were set for Jason and me leaving early Monday morning.

I went to my bed that night with a series of mixed thoughts going through my mind. I had never been alone for more than a few minutes with Jason even though he had been around our home for several years. He and Michael were the buddies and they hung out together. I was happy to have companionship on the trip but I simply could not get the picture of Jason’s hot body out of my mind. In the end, I jerked off with a picture of that hot young body in my mind and finally fell asleep.

Sunday was a day for tidying up the house and preparing myself for the conference. I was one of the guest speakers so I reviewed my notes for my speech, made some minor changes and then saved it in my laptop. I then prepared the clothes that I would take and then went out to fill the car with gas and check the tires. I then went to a local car wash and had the car washed inside and out. On the way back home I picked up groceries to tide Michael over for five days and then headed home.

On my arrival at the house everything was silent. The boys were obviously in the pool. I went out to the patio and saw something I had never in all of my life expected. Jason and Michael were in the pool tongue deep in each other’s mouths. The kissing was obviously intense; their arms and hands were wrapped around each other tightly, each caressing the other. Michael lowered his mouth and began sucking on Jason’s left nipple. I sensed a growl coming out of Jason’s mouth as I saw his head tilt  backward in obvious heated enjoyment. I went back to the front door of the house, banged it shut loudly and called out for help with the groceries. In a moment, both boys were there with smiles on their faces to help me. Not a single sign of anything between them showed on their glowing faces.

After dinner that night, I wished them both a good evening and headed to my room to go to bed. At that point I assumed they would be enjoying a hot evening together based on what I had seen happening in the pool that afternoon. I had never, not ever, thought about the sleepover nights the two of them had had over the past few years. I had never considered anything going on between them. They were both popular with the girls in their circle of friends, never lacked for dates. I did begin to think about the fact that neither of them had ever had what would be called a steady girlfriend. With more thoughts going through my mind than I had ever considered before, I got into bed and jacked off, yes, jacked off thinking not just of Jason, but of Jason and Michael in bed together in Michael’s double bed. I could only imagine how tight the space would be for those two large boys and how hot it would be for them, how sexually charged the bed would be for them and how I wished to be there in between them. I chastised myself for my depraved thoughts and spent the night tossing and turning in confusion and lust.

The next morning was utter confusion. Michael seemed like he couldn’t wait for us to be gone and Jason was his accomplice, pushing me to hurry up and get on the road. Finally everything was in the car and we began our road trip from London to Montreal. For the first hour or so I was in the driver’s seat and Jason the passenger. Just west of Toronto we stopped for a coffee and after that I suggested that Jason take a turn at the wheel. This next step of the journey allowed me the opportunity to really look at my travelling companion up close. God, he was handsome, not just handsome but handsome and hot! He had a beautifully defined face and the body of a God to go along with it. For the drive, he had put on a pair of shorts and a muscle shirt that showed off his bulging arm muscles. Those arms were like honey to a bee for me and I almost drooled looking at them. I must have been staring at Jason for a long time when he finally broke the silence and asked if I saw anything I liked.

With that question, I jumped back into reality and said nothing more than I had expected from a young man his age and in his physical condition. He smiled with a smirk that almost unnerved me. Then the real bombshell hit. He asked me if I enjoyed what I had seen happening between him and Michael in the pool the other day. I was dumbstruck. I did not know what to say or do. We were in a car moving at over 100 kilometers per hour with no place in sight to stop. What could I do? Where could I go? How do I answer that question? The silence from me only encouraged Jason further. He said I must have enjoyed it since I said nothing about it. He also said that he and Michael had been together for a long time as fuck buddies and that really shook me to my core. He went on to tell me not to worry about it since they were both very discreet and limited their activities to one another. No one else knew what was going on between them.

Five minutes of complete silence followed. Finally I got out the big question: were they gay? Jason laughed at that. He told me they were not gay but certainly liked getting each other off and that they felt that their relationship was more like brothers than anything else. They loved being physical with one another whether it be in sports or in bed and they found a mutual satisfaction the way they behaved with one another. They knew what they were doing and just enjoyed both the friendship and the sexual energy that existed between them. He ended that conversation by asking me what I thought fuck buddies were. For him there was no question that they were gay; they were simply fucking horny guys getting their rocks off.

On the east side of Toronto, we stopped again for a pit stop, ate some lunch, went to the washroom and then resumed our drive. This time I took the wheel but I remained unsure of what information I had been given and what I should do with it. Jason jabbered away about school, his desires for the future, what he wanted out of life. Every once in a while he would ask my opinion about what he had just announced and I gave my honest answer. He seemed to appreciate that. Kingston was on the horizon at that point in time so we stopped for gas and coffee. Once back in the car Jason opened up a new topic of conversation. He began talking about life with his mom and having no dad. I knew his mother and he lived alone but never questioned where the father was. Jason told me he had a great mom, as great a mom as I was a dad to Michael. He then told me the story of violence between his parents and how they had divorced because his father had an uncontrollable temper. I told him I was sorry for that situation but he interrupted and told me that it had all been for the good in the long run. He then told me how much he cared for me because of the kind of dad that I was. He actually asked me if I would mind if he  called me dad.

 I thought about it for a moment and then told him it would be fine. My thinking was along the line of believing if he thought of me as a dad I would be safe around him this week and into the future as far as anything happening between us. He seemed pleased and for the rest of the drive to Montreal, often used the term dad in his conversation. I was certainly warming to the idea as well.

Finally, we arrived in Montreal and headed toward the downtown hotel where I had booked accommodation. We checked in and went up to our 15th floor room. On entering I realized we had a problem; the single rooms in this hotel came with one double bed. I should have realized this before we left London but had completely forgotten about it. I had stayed in this hotel before so there was no excuse on my part. I called the front desk but because of the conference there were no other rooms available. Jason laughed at my attempt to change the room arrangement. He jokingly told me that this was a sign that we would have not only great times during the day but also during the night. His actual expression ran along the line of something like, come on dad, relax, remember we are in this together and we are about to have a mind blowing experience, there is no gay or straight, no right or wrong, no good or bad. We are about to have fun!