POV: Henry Stoneman
I lay back on the lounge chair by the communal pool while I worked on my tan. I might’ve been a father in my early forties, but the desire to look sexy didn’t come with an expiration date.
I propped myself up with my elbows to view my son, Eric, in the pool. He was with his best friend, Milo, and his girlfriend, Sophie. The smiles, laughs, splashes, playful screams, and chokeholds—the sun beamed down. I couldn’t help but smile at that moment. Nothing had changed. Sure, Eric was on his way to college in a couple of months, but that youthful energy was still there.
However, things took an unexpected turn. It wasn’t until Eric came out of the pool that I realized a lot had changed. His piercing forest-green eyes met mine as he shifted his focus toward me. With strength, he pulled himself out of the water, revealing his toned body to me. A chiseled jaw, built shoulders, a powerful chest, athletic legs, and cut abs dripping with water in the sunlight. I felt my muscles tighten, and my heart beat faster. Eventually, a sensation below formed a rock-hard erection. I quickly covered up with a towel.
I couldn’t believe myself. How could I’ve been having these feelings for the person I raised? I always knew I had an attraction to men, but toward my son, for fuck’s sake? I was utterly disgusted and ashamed of myself.
“Tanning, are we?” my son stood beside me. Still crowded with guilt, I asked, “Care to join me?” I gestured at the chair next to me. Eric got on his stomach, exposing his smooth back and fully curved ass. Before my son could catch me checking him out, I glanced away. What had gotten into me? “It’s nice being in the water without competing.” Eric was a swimming competitor throughout his school years. He was undeniably the best swimmer on his team. So good that he got a full-ride athletic scholarship to the University of Florida. “I’m gonna miss coming to your swim meets.” Swimming was important to Eric, so I always borrowed time to make it to his games. “When I’m in college, come visit, okay, Dad?” he asked. “Of course I will, son.” I patted him on the head. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” For comfort, I massaged his shoulder. His skin was soft and hairless. The touch alone had my dick solid. Holy shit, get yourself together, I said to myself. I abruptly removed my hand.
After some time had passed, I spotted Elijah, Eric’s old swimming coach, and his daughter, Carissa. Elijah was a tall, dark-skinned Black man with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. The classic swimmer’s build. He wore his hair short and had dark, almond-shaped eyes. Carissa was light-skinned with a well-curved body. She resembled her father well. They reached their way over. Elijah smiled widely. His teeth contrasted with his complexion. “What’s up, my guys?” Eric sprang up at the familiar voice. “Oh, shit, I didn’t expect to find you here.” My son was in glee. “What, by water? Where the hell else did you expect to find me?” His voice was deep and powerful. They exchanged a bro hug I was uncomfortable with. “It’s good to see you, Henry.” His tone was more serious when talking to me. I had thought my relation with Elijah Weaver was in the past, but there he was.
Elijah and I had been seeing each other since he coached my son. It started as purely sexual, but toward the end, we formed a close bond over our shared experiences. Similarly, both of our wives left us to be single fathers after discovering the truth about our sexuality. Since then, I was honest about my sexuality, while Elijah hadn’t come to full terms with his. After a month of taking our relationship seriously, he revealed some of his hidden truths. For one, he confessed to sleeping with a swimming student. I was okay with this, considering the swimmer was a consenting adult. More disturbingly, he told me he had sexual desires for my son. I played it off as cool, but deep down, I was crushed. How could the man I wanted to be with have sexual feelings for my son? Even if Elijah was ready to be open about his sexuality, how could the dynamic of him being a stepfather to Eric be healthy? I soon ghosted Elijah. I hadn’t returned a call or text since.
“Henry, are you still with us?” Elijah asked. My discovered attraction I had for my son, coupled with Elijah’s presence, had me dissociated from the conversation. “I’m sorry, what was that?” Milo and Sophie were out of the pool and already engaged. “Your son invited us to dinner tomorrow at your place. Eight o’clock. You down?” He played the conversation off as if things were normal between us. “Yeah, sorry, sounds good.” I was slowly coming back to reality. “Can't wait. I’ve heard you have a beautiful home.” I saw the game Elijah tried to play. He’s been to my house on multiple occasions. It was a beauty, no doubt, but one he had seen before. If Eric were home, we’d have our meetups in the primary bedroom, where we fucked several times. On the times Eric was away, we’d switch up the scenery. We fucked in the kitchen, the pool, the living room, the gym, and even in the dining room where Elijah bred me on the very table we’d be eating at.
“I suppose we should head back,” Sophie said. Milo, Eric, and Sophie made their way back to the car, where we’d be going back to my house. “I’ll be right there, guys,” I said from a distance. Elijah and I made intense eye contact for a moment. We both knew we needed an honest talk. “Carissa, if you’d give us a moment, please?" He wasn’t asking. “It was nice properly meeting you, Mr. Stoneman.” I nodded before she left. “Somewhere private?” I asked. He was hurting.
We found a spot where we could talk without the public being able to listen. Elijah crossed his arms like a disappointed father as I looked down at the ground with shame. I swallowed my pride and broke the silence and said, “I’m sorry, I just… I couldn’t be with a man who wasn’t honest about who he was.” I shied away from the bigger reason. He wasn’t as intense. His hands were now on his waist. “Thank you for the apology. But if you’d have answered my texts and calls, you would know I have been honest with my sexuality.” He paused. “I came out to my family soon after we talked about taking our relationship more seriously. Some of them were ok with it, and others not as much, but that doesn’t matter now. My daughter was accepting of who I am, and that’s what mattered to me. You matter to me, too, Henry.”
I was stunned. I was clueless about Elijah’s deep feelings for me. His honesty was raw. Perhaps it was my time to be truthful with him.
“Speaking of Carissa, she knows about our history.” I didn’t know how to feel about that revelation, but with everything else, I didn’t react. He looked at me as if it was my time to speak. I broke my silence and said, “I don’t know Elijah. I care for you, I do, but this isn’t the best timing.” That was the best bullshit I could come up with? He looked irritated. “Is that all you have to say?” I felt like a child when he spoke to me. “Tell me if I’m wrong, but I have a feeling you stopped returning my calls beyond my secrecy about my sexuality. It was the truth I shared about your son that broke you, wasn’t it?” He read me like a book. “Look, I get it, it’s a lot to take in, but if there’s one thing I’ve done right, Henry, is that I’ve been completely honest with you. I beg you to do the same.” He was desperate. If there were one person I could admit my forbidden desires to, it would be Elijah. “You’re right. I need to be honest.” He was listening with openness. “It made me uncomfortable when you told me you were interested in my son. But after today, I should be the last of us to judge.” I hesitated, but he was eager for what I had to say. “I… I’ve been sharing similar feelings.” He was confused. His thick brows furrowed. “Are you telling me you have attractions toward my daughter? I thought you were strictly into guys?” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words myself. “Not your daughter, Elijah. My…” He eventually understood what I was saying. Surprisingly, he looked calm. “Look, your son is a growing man, it's only natural to find him attractive. Sure, it's taboo, but I believe more people find their blood attractive than they'd like to admit. You and I both know you can't control who you find attractive.”
He was right. I couldn't. But did that make it okay? He fondled my shoulder as if it told me everything was going to be alright. I backed off. “Sorry, I just need some space to figure these feelings out.” I saw the sorrow in his eyes. “I understand,” he told me. “If you need to fulfill your fantasy, you could always write a letter talking about your desires. It helped me a lot in high school with crushes I had on buddies.”
We said goodbye and parted ways. Letters, huh.
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