Deacon
I feel like there was something off about Rian. He seems distracted and evasive, almost like he did something wrong and doesn’t want me to find out. The last month or so he has been hard to nail down. He’s always too busy to hang out or he has something going on. I’ve also noticed his body has gotten bigger, more defined, and bulbous. We haven’t been working out together as much as we normally do. But I notice he has been working out with dad more than usual. I’ll see him in passing as he’s leaving our sports complex. He’s always on his way somewhere. And dad must be kicking his ass because Rian is always sweaty, disheveled, and exhausted. I guess it’s cool, I mean, he’s getting Mark Stanford for fucking free. I would work out as much as I could with him too if he weren’t my dad. Rian is a hot guy. He’s charming, good looking, a rocking bod, but sometimes it seemed like he thinks he isn’t as good as me and our buddies. That’s all changed in the last month. May be from working out with my dad so much. He’s much more confident and holds himself high when he walks.
My dad is an incredible guy. He’s a great father. He’s a little over-the-top sometimes with his alpha personality and he likes to throw his weight around. But he has the body to back it up. Most dads I know are no where near the caliber of my dad. Even the ones in their 30’s have let themselves go, gained weight, stopped working out. There are the few exceptions, the ones that kept themselves up after college. I respect an older man who can keep himself hot even after marriage and kids.
I’ll admit it. My dad is a hot guy. That’s why he’s rich and famous. He’s built our world around his looks and his body. I can’t disappoint him when it comes to mine. My body is a direct reflection on my dad and his career. If his own son isn’t hot, then how can dad say he can mold guys my age into shape. He’s proud of me, says I’m spoiled but I don’t care. I know he loves me and provides the best life for me. I’m having fun.
I don’t think dad knows that I suspect he’s bisexual, or gay. I don’t give a shit. When the time comes, he’ll tell me. I know he’s into guys because I saw some questionable behavior between him and one of his clients. I walked in on him and almost got caught. I swear his NFL football client was going down on him. Dad was shirtless and his head was thrown back. Good for him. If he’s going to go gay, why not go with an NFL football player? I mean, I would. If I were gay, I would be going after bodybuilders and professional athletes too. If want to be with a dude, it would be a dude like dad.
Besides, any dude would be lucky to date my dad. He’s rich, attractive, famous, a man’s man. I’m sure if dad were into dudes, he’d be a top for sure. I can’t imagine dad taking dick in his ass from any dude. Sometimes I think about dudes. I think some guys are hot. Rian is hot, our buddies are too. That has a lot to do with dad. Maybe I’m bi too. Any dude would be lucky to have me! I’ve thought about, but never acted on it. I’m too busy with pussy.
Yesterday at school I see Rian in the hallway. He looks like he’s avoiding me. What the fuck?
“Hey! Rian!” I call out to him.
He stops, turns, and acts like he didn’t see me. “Hey, Deac.”
“Dude. Did you just see me coming and walk the other way?” I asked boldly. I mean, nobody sees ME coming and then turns and walks the other direction.
“What? Nah, dude. I just remembered I forgot something in my last class.”
“I call bullshit.” I folded my arms over my chest. “What’s going on?”
“What... what do you mean? Nothing,” he replied but he was very nervous.
“Nothing, huh? You’ve been avoiding me.”
“No, I haven’t, dude. Just been busy, stressed.”
“Well, you’ve found time to hang out with my dad a lot lately,” I accused.
His face turned white. He couldn’t look me in the eye. “I’ve just been trying to get some more muscle packed on, that’s all.”
“Huh. Well, you are looking pretty big lately.”
“Thanks. Yeah, just lifting hard and dieting down.”
I smiled. “Why so anxious to put on muscle?”
He hesitated. “Uh, you know. Summer’s coming. Got to look good for the beach.”
I looked at him suspiciously. “Dude, we always look good for the beach. All fucking year around. That’s why we workout.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“You looking to impress a certain girl or something?” I grinned, thinking all this might be over a girl. Rian cared too much about what people thought of him, especially girls. Since he started working out, the dude has blossomed into a real big muscle boy. He doesn’t need to try so hard. He’s been getting as much pussy as he wants. “Come on, dude. Tell me who she is.”
Rian grinned back. Man, his teeth are white! “Ok, there might be someone.”
“I knew it!” It was all beginning to make sense. “Spill, dude.”
“I can’t. Not right now.”
I looked at him confused. “Dude, she got a boyfriend still?”
He thought for a moment. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. She’s going to break up with him before we go public.”
“Right on.” Knuckle-bump
I decided to pull rank and force him to hang out. “So, tomorrow night. We’re all going to see a movie. What time do you want me to pick you up?”
He froze. “Uh, tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, what time do you want me to pick you up?” I asked again.
“Deac, I don’t think I can...”
“No. I’m not taking no for an answer. I haven’t hung out with you in a minute, I miss you. We all do. Now, what time?”
Rian smiled and said, “Six?”
“Sounds good.” And I walked away.
Rian
I eased my ass down Mark’s cock, sliding down until he was to the root. God, he felt good.
“Fuuuuck, dude.” I swiveled my ass around on the spike. Mark ran his hands back and forth over my quads.
“Your fucking quads, muscle boy. I love your fucking quads.” Mark stared into my eyes and smiles.
“I love your cock. I love riding you, dude.”
“Post yourself, fuck boy. Get it in there.”
I began my ride on his thick cock. The feeling of it stretching my hole as I descended. There was a void left when his cock was almost out of me. The buzz and tingle when it was jammed against my prostate. All those things were what makes it all worth it. I’m used to the initial pain of penetration, and I’m used to Mark’s pounding when he gets into a zone. The last month had been non-stop with Mark and me. I liked being his fuck boy, but I was scared shitless of Deac.
Mark felt me up while I rode him. I bent forward and kissed him. I can only imagine what it would look like if someone walked in right now and saw a muscular, built, tan, muscle boy bouncing up and down on a huge cock of a man just as muscular and built. I would have to look hot.
What’s even hotter is sometimes I liked just laying around with him in bed, kissing, him holding me tight. Falling asleep and waking up in his arms. Or waking up because he started fucking me while I was sleep.
Deac was swimming around in the back of my head. I tried to push him out, but I had a feeling that he knew something. I tried to concentrate on the muscle stud under me. Mark slowed down his fucking. I sat on his cock, swiveling my ass.
“Where are you, Rian?” Mark asked me out of the blue.
I looked at him confused. “Huh? I’m right here.”
“No, I meant where is your head? You’re not present.”
“Oh.” I gazed down at him while I arched my back and gyrate on his pole. It was like I was trying to get as much of him inside me as possible.
“Hey. You can tell me anything, bud,” Mark said with concern.
“It’s Deac.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. He’s mad because we haven’t been hanging out as much. He asked me a lot of questions and I know he knows I’m lying.”
“About?”
“Me, or you and me. I mean, he doesn’t know anything, but he suspects something. I had to lie and tell him I was a secret girlfriend.”
“I see. Well, I’m never going to stop fucking you, so you have to figure this thing out. I don’t give up my toys,” Mark said sternly and matter-of-factly.
That’s not what I wanted to hear. I wanted him to be more sympathetic. After all, he’s involved in this as much as me.
“Dude, he’s your kid. He’s going to be just as pissed with you as he will be with me.”
Mark hit a good spot in my ass, and I tensed up. “Oh yes! Right there dude. Right there.”
“Yeah, he’ll be pissed at me but at the end of the day, I give him a roof to sleep under, money to play with, cars, toys and, he won’t admit it, but I gave him his friends. I don’t know if he realizes some of you boys are friends with him in order to be friends with me.”
I had never thought of that. “Really?”
“Aren’t you?” he asked me.
I looked at him, undecidedly calm. I realized I had actually stop riding him and I was still. I didn’t know how to answer that question. Was I friends with Deac only because of his dad? If that were true, what a dick I must be. “That’s fucked up, dude.” I scowled down at him, clenched my hole.
“Is it true?”
I sat there looking down and I was kind of pissed that he would insinuate that I would be such an asshole like that. I didn’t want to fight about it. “Are we going to gossip like girls or are you going to fuck me, old man?” This would distract the man until I figured out what to say.
Mark raised his eyebrows and took that challenge. “You want to fuck? I’ll fuck your pussy until you scream, fuck boy.”
He grabbed me around the waist and pushed me back. I lifted my legs for him but instead he flipped me around on my stomach. My head and one arm hanging lazily off the corner of the bed. Before I could correct myself, he speared me with his cock.
“Jesus fuck!”
“Takin you from behind like a dog, fuck boy.” Mark’s voice was gravelly. I could tell he had his teeth clenched.
“Oh fuck! Fuck me, Mark!” I yelled out.
He pummeled me. My head was flopping, my hands touching the floor, holding myself up, my upper body was off the bed in a push up position, my lower body on the bed trapped under a hulk. All I could do was grunt, groan, moan, and beg. All he could do was thrust, growl, press down, and swear. It was a good fuck. One of the best so far. I had zero control over my body, and I loved it. This hunk of real man was using my body with all his power and strength. It was fucking exhilarating. I never thought I would want another guy to do this to me. I was obsessed with him.
“Shit, dude! Fuck! My cunt is so fucking wet, Mark!” I yelled out.
“Your pussy is so tight. So fucking tight Fuck! I love you fucking you, fuck boy.”
“Fucking get that pussy! Get that jock pussy and breed it!” I yelled out. My guts were being rearranged, and I fucking loved it. The power of his thrusts, the loud smacking sound of his hips hitting my ass. He was pounding my prostate and it was the most awesome feeling in the world.
“OOOHHHHH FUCK!!!!” Mark tensed up, frozen inside me. I felt his warm seed shoot into my ass. I swear I could feel it in my gut.
I was distracted by his seed inside of me. I screamed out as I came into the mattress, humping my cock harder onto it. “GOD DAMN!”
He grabbed me by my traps and hauled me up on the bed. He rolled me on my back and attacked my mouth, his tongue diving deep. Fuck, that man was a fucking god.
“Jesus Fucking Christ!” I roared. “What was that?” I asked coming down from my high.
Mark was panting, his chest heaving. “Damn it, muscle boy. That was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had, and I’ve fucked a lot of muscle boys.”
Mark
God damn it, that boy was a piece of fucking heaven. His hard muscular body felt so good wrapped around my cock. He lay there next to me, breathing hard, his smooth, muscular chest rising and falling. We rested for a few minutes. I reached over and grabbed a bottle of water from the side table. I took a drink and then handed it to Rian. Now was a good time to continue our conversation a few minutes ago.
“Are you going to answer my question, Rian?” I ask the fucked-out boy. “Are you friends with Deacon because of me?”
“All I know is I’ve been friends with Rian a long time, since grade school which was way before I knew I was attracted to you So, I can honestly say I’m friends with him because of him, not you. BUT lately, you have more of my attention.”
“Ok,” I smiled. “Just checking. In that case, you’re a good friend to have.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that. How good of a friend am I if I’m fucking his dad behind his back?”
I hugged the kid close to me and ran my hand over his abs and chest. “God, you’re sexy,” I whispered.
He moved in closer and sighed. “I could stay right here forever, dude.”
I chuckled and ran my fingers through his thick hair. “So, what are you going to do about Deacon?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. We’re hanging out tonight with the guys. He’s supposed to pick me up later.”
“What time?” I ask.
“Six.”
I look at my watch. It’s four o’clock. “So, we got time for another round.” I rolled over on top of him and kissed him.
“Dude, give me a few minutes to recover,” he laughed.
“You got two minutes.”
Deacon
I’m famous for forgetting. I had to drive all the way home to get the keys to the equipment cage in the locker room that I inadvertently put in my pocket and took home yesterday. I told the coach I would go home and get them.
I pull through the gate and up to the side door of the mans. There is Rian’s car. He’s working out with dad, again? We’re supposed to hang out tonight. If I knew he was going to be here, I wouldn’t have needed to offer to pick him up. And why did he park here and not over at the gym complex?
I jogged into the house and up the stairs towards my room when I heard moaning. I stopped and listened. It was coming from the east wing where dad’s bedroom was. I heard it again and then I heard two voices. Both voices were loud and mixed with grunts and groans. Did dad have a dude in his bed? It was that second that I came to terms with the fact that dad really was gay. Like I said before, I don’t give a shit. Good for him. It actually made me happy. I didn’t like the idea of him being alone. He doesn’t have to hide it from me, though. He doesn’t have to wait until I was away to get laid. I didn’t care if he marched the dude through the front door and right past me up the stairs. Hell, I probably would give dad a fist bump. Honestly, I’m curious as to who the lucky dude is. I would have bet a million dollars that the dude was a celeb. Another million says he’s a pro-baller. It’s got to be JT, his NFL football training client. JT’s a hot dude. I know they’ve messed around. I think they have anyway. He could turn the straightest man gay. Even I thought about what it would be like to tangle with him. I had dude on dude thoughts sometimes, but only about dudes like JT.
I heard more sex noises, grunting, and groaning. I moved down the long hallway and crept up to the door and listened. I heard flesh smacking flesh, heavy breathing, fuck talk. Damn, dad is going to town on this dude.Fuck, I wish I could see who it was. Should I try and open the door? I laughed to myself. No, I can’t. That’s fucking pervy. But, I kept listening. I could hear dad’s voice loud and clear. “Ride that cock, fuck boy!” The other dude’s voice sounded younger, younger than dad, so it couldn’t have been JT, because his voice was really deep. These fucking doors are too thick! The two guys were so loud I’d be surprised if they couldn’t be heard all the way over at the complex. I wonder if Rian can hear them down there. I snorted a quiet laugh then I stopped... wait a fucking minute. If dad is here in the house, and Rian’s car is here at the house and not down at the complex, that means Rian is in the house... I stood up straight. I froze. No. It can’t be. Oh my fucking god. That’s when I realized I was the dumbest guy on the planet. I couldn’t believe it. There’s no way. Rian? “Juice up my pussy!” That was Rian’s voice. Rian’s not gay. Then I had a metaphorical lightbulb explode over my head. Wait, is my dad fucking Rian?
I grabbed the doorknob, and slowly, quietly turned it. The door cracked open, and every muscle in my body locked up, and my jaw fell on the floor. My best friend was on top of my dad, riding his cock, bouncing up and down. His big strong, muscular back was flexed, his traps hunched as he posted his hunky body on my dad’s pole. That motherfucker had been lying to me. Both motherfuckers lied to me. Dad had been fucking my best friend, and my best friend had been fucking my dad, behind my back. I didn’t know who to be mad at more.
My head was spinning. My face was so red that I can feel it. I quietly closed the door and backed away. I stood there for I don’t know how long, listening to my best friend yell and scream while my dad fucked him. I was seeing red. Do I crash in, or do I just leave? I’m leaving or else I’m going to hit someone. I found my feet moving back to the door. Again, I cracked it open. I watched in utter amazement at my best friend, his insanely, jacked body flexing as he used every single muscle to move his beautiful body up and down. His head thrown back at times. My god, he loves to get fucked. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. And then dad pushed him off. Dad sat up, grabbed Rian by the neck and pulled him down for a hard, aggressive kiss. I almost gasped out loud. They made out for a few seconds, but it was enough to actually make my dick hard. Why? I had no idea. I mean, it was my dad kissing another dude. But it wasn’t so much seeing my (ok, I’ll say it) my hot as fuck dad kissing a dude, it was watching Rian kissing another dude. And he seemed to love it so much. He looked so hot kissing another man. Then Rian got on all fours. Dad moved up behind him and jammed his cock right up Rian’s ass again. Rian let out a “FUCK YEAH.” Dad grabbed onto Rian’s traps like they were handles and pulled the kid back as he slammed forward with his hips. My heart was racing. I dick was hard looking at Rian’s pumped-up muscular body bend to the will of another man. At that moment, I didn’t care what my brain was telling me; I was listening to my dick. I watched my dad cum inside Rian and then collapse down next to him on the bed. Now was my time to exit.
I quietly went to my room, grab the keys I was looking for, and sneaked out the side entrance to my car. My Tesla was silent as I pulled away. No wonder they didn’t hear me arrive. Once I got through the gate, I floored it. I sped away as fast as I could. I had to get away and think. I dropped the keys off with the coach and then made up an excuse to leave. I hung out in my car and seethed. I was mad but also horny, it was confusing. I kept playing the scene in my head. My best friend sitting on my dad’s cock, bouncing, his head thrown back, grunting and panting. Dad encouraging him, telling him how great his...pussy is. His pussy. And Rian was loving it so much. His back muscles were flexed, knotted, his traps were thick, and his lats were wide. His back sloped down to a tiny waist and below that, an ass carved from granite. I couldn’t stop looking at it. When Rian raised himself, I could see my dad’s cock stretching Rian’s hole. My best friend had gone from your average, nerdy jock to this ultra hot, swole, muscular young man. He’s so hot. I think he’s hot and it’s like I didn’t see it until today. I was seeing him in a different way now. Rian had the body to get my dad. And from what I saw from my dad, he was tearing into that boy like a fuck machine.
I had to pick up Rian in a few hours. What the fuck was I gonna say? I couldn’t hang out with him knowing what I knew. But I couldn’t cancel. What would I tell the other guys? They’re expecting all of us to be together tonight. They’ve been looking forward to it all week. I felt like a complete fucking idiot. How could I not see the signs. Rian had been hanging out with dad a lot lately. His muscle growth, his confidence had increased. I wonder if dad was trying to replace me with Rian. He'd always said that Rian was like a second son. But then who fucks his son? And who fucks their dad? One thing I could say is that they both had great taste in men. If I were with Rian, we would be the hottest couple. Everyone would be so jealous of us, envious that we were so hot, and that we were fucking. Well, I would be fucking Rian, not the other way around. From what I saw, he liked it. And my dad liked fucking him. If I am bi, no way I’m a bottom. I’d fuck the shit out of Rian. Whoa. I just visualized fucking Rian. Yeah, I’m bi. Fuck. I am bi and I want to fuck my best friend. Did I miss my window? Did I lose my best friend to my dad? Or are they just fucking, like fuck buddies. Suddenly, I was jealous. I was jealous of my dad. I was jealous that he took something from me that I hadn’t even experienced yet. He had everything he’d ever wanted. He didn’t need Rian. Why didn’t he pick Joey? Fuck it. I have to find out. I have to find out if I’m into Rian or if I’m just horny. No, I want to fuck Rian. I think I always have. Oh boy. I’m in trouble. Time to make a plan.
Rian
I got home a half hour before Deac was supposed to pick me up. I drove so fast. I was cutting it close too. I’m surprised I didn’t run into him before I left his house. I showered and cleaned the cum off me and out of me. It was a long afternoon of fucking for 4 hours straight, and I was exhausted. But I had to put up a front for Deac. I had to pretend I wasn’t having sex with his dad. I had to stop thinking about the past few hours or else I would be boned all night.
I threw clothes on the bed trying to decide what to wear. I had a bunch of new clothes that Mark had bought me. They were really expensive, but I looked good in them. Mark told me I dressed like a boy, not a man. Deac texted that he had arrived. I was so nervous. I felt like I could throw up. I looked in the mirror and I looked really good... but I felt like since I was freshly fucked, that maybe I looked like it. I took a deep breath and made my downstairs.
Deacon
Fuck. I was so nervous. What was I going to say to him? I can’t tell him I know. How do I tell him how I feel without letting on that I know dad is fucking him? I guess just treat him like I would treat a girl that I wanted to get to know? That always worked. Compliment him. Make him feel special. Wait, does that shit work on dudes?
I glanced out the window and saw Rian appear in the front door. Wow, he looked good. I noticed how he was dressed, and it looked more mature than normal. Rather than a childish t-shirt, board shorts, and flip-flops, he was wearing a black, fitted, V-neck t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans that molded to his small waist and quads. He looked like a streamlined, young man and not a senior in high school.
God, my dick was getting hard. Fuck. Every time I looked at him all I could see was him posting himself on dad’s dick. I watched him approach and my heart raced.
Rian
I got in the car, shut the door, and smiled at him. “Hey,” I said. My heart was thumping so hard.
“Hey bro.” There was a very awkward moment of silence. “You look really good tonight,” he commented with a kind smile.
I looked at him weirdly. He sounded sincere in that comment, but he’s never complimented me like that before. I don’t think he’s ever complemented me. I was thrown off.
“Uh... thanks...”
He pulled out of the driveway and started down the street. I noticed he didn’t floor it like he usually does. He was actually driving calmly and carefully.
He cleared his throat. “Is that a new shirt?” he asked me.
I couldn’t tell him his dad bought it for me. “Yeah. I’ve had it, just never wore it.” I lied.
“Looks good, man. Shows off your guns.” He smiled at me, and I was freaked out.
“Yeah. I bought it when I was smaller. Might be a little tight.” Mark wanted it to fit snug so I could show off my body.
“Nah, Rian. Fits you perfectly. There’s no such thing as too tight on a body like yours.”
I just stared at him. What the fuck do I say to that?
Then he was quiet. Then he cleared his throat again. “How... how was your day?”
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Fine. Why?”
“You skipped school this morning. Just checking to make sure you’re all good.”
I flinched and frowned. “What are you talking about? I texted you, remember?”
He nervously smiled. “I know. I just wanted to make sure.”
Deac was acting so strangely. But this wasn’t the reaction of someone who knew his best friend was fucking his dad. So, I think I’m safe in the assumption that he doesn’t know.
“I just wasn’t feeling it.” The more I lied, the more guilty I felt.
“Is everything ok?” he asked. “You know you can tell me anything.”
Now, he was just being weird. I had had enough. “Ok, dude, what’s going on?”
He looked at me with surprise. “What? Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Why?”
“Because you’re acting weird, dude. You’re freaking me out.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are dude.”
He frowned. “Why? Just because I asked how my best friend is doing?”
I guffawed. “Yeah. That’s exactly why. You never ask me how I’m doing. And you NEVER compliment me on my clothes or my body.”
He sat back in his seat and stared out the front window. “I haven’t?”
“No.”
He fidgeted with the steering wheel as he drove. “I’m sorry about that. I guess I take you for granted. It won’t happen again. You’re a good friend, and I love you, Rian... uh, dude.”
Ok, something is fucked up here. I turned in my seat. “What the fuck? Who are you? What did you do with Deacon?”
“Dude. I’m just being nice,” Deacon said sounding innocent and sincere.
“I know. It’s freaking me out.”
“Because I’m being nice?”
“Yeah, bro. Saying I look good, asking how my day went, asking me if I’m ok.” I stopped and it came to me. I’ve seen him with girls, and he does this thing when he is trying to get in their pants. He’s all nice, complimentary and charming. I just didn’t know why he was doing it to me. It felt like he was playing me, and he wanted something from me. He was buttering me up. “And you know what? I know you better than anyone. You’re acting like I’m some hot girl you’re trying to get with. Stop making moves. It’s gross.” I trailed off and rolled my eyes.
Deacon
Oh shit. Was I that fucking obvious? I should have known he would catch that.
“Dude, you’re hilarious,” I said trying to sound dismissive. “I don’t do that.”
“Uh, yeah you do. You talk about doing it all the time.”
I laughed again. “Whatever. Like I would need moves to ask you out.” I can’t believe I just said that.
Rian did a double take. “What the fuck does that mean?”
I panicked. “Uh... no, nothing. I was just saying...”
“I know what you’re saying. You think if we were gay and you were to ask me out, that I would just automatically be so honored that the great Deacon Stanford asked me out that I would just automatically say yes.” He sounded angry and irritated.
“What? No I don’t think that.” Yeah, actually I did. He would so say yes.
“Oh please. I can’t think of a time when you were ever turned down. Fucking pretty boy,” he mumbled at the end.
“That’s the pot calling the kettle pretty,” I said trying to lighten the mood.
“Sometimes you can be such an ass, bro.” He said with a smirk. That’s progress.
“I was only saying that I’ve known you for so long, I wouldn’t have to make any moves. It would just happen naturally. I save the moves for one-night stands.”
“So what? In your fantasy world we’re just two buddies who’ve known each other all our lives, who are so far in the denial that we don’t realize we were meant to be lovers for ever and ever,” he said very, very sarcastically and dramatically. “That’s gay, dude.” He shook his head and looked out the window.
“So, if I asked you out, you would say no?”
Rian
“What?”
“If I asked you out, you would say no?”
“Dude.” I looked at him with my brow furrowed. “If we were gay?” I’m pretty sure I am but why was he asking these stupid questions? “I dunno. I mean...” I shrugged. “I dunno. Why?” Of course, I would have said yes, and he knew it.
“I’m just asking. I mean, you have to admit, if we were a couple, we would slay,” he said.
I laughed. “Slay? Do gay dudes slay?”
“You know what I mean. We’re hot. We look good together. We’d be like... a power couple.”
I listened to him and laughed. “Dude, you’re a Stanford. You’re set for life. Having a dad like yours is going to help you out a lot in life.”
“You saying since dad’s got money that I’m just gonna work out all the time and be a fuck boy?” Deac looked annoyed.
“Honestly, it has crossed my mind.” I said it like I was taunting him, which I was.
“I got news for you. There’s no way dad is going to let me do that. He’s got my whole fucking life planned out for me. He reminds me of it all the fucking time. He’s so irritating.”
You’re dad is amazing.”
Deacon
I felt a sinking feeling in my gut when he said that about my dad. Rian sounded like he was love-sick.
With a hint of jealousy I said, “You know my dad isn’t the God you think he is.”
Rian stared at me. “I never said he was a God.”
“You act like it,” I said shaking my head. I shouldn’t have said it.
He scowled at me. “I do not.”
“Yeah, you do. Always talking about him. Always hanging out with him. You two have been working out without me.” I knew I sounded like a jealous girlfriend.
“Deac, what the fuck is going on with you?” he asked sincerely.
This is where I need to make a decision. If I don’t tell him how I feel, I won’t ever, and he’s lost to my dad. God, I hate talking about my feelings. But the more I thought of him having sex with dad, the more I wanted him.
“I need to tell you something, Rian.”
He looked concerned. “Deac, you can tell me anything.”
I knew he wouldn’t judge me since he was obviously on the downlow. I pulled over to the side of the street. I put it in park. I tuned to him. “You can’t tell my dad.”
He shook his head. “Of course not.”
I took a deep breath and let it out. “I’m bi.”
Rian’s face went slack. His jaw dropped. Then he started laughing. “You’re such an ass, dude.”
“Huh?” I said. I was trying to be serious. This is what happens when no one takes me seriously. “Rian. I’m being serious.”
Rian
Fuck. He just told me he’s bi? What the fuck? What the fuck?
“What?”
“I’m bi.”
“Since when?” I had an enormous amount of doubt in his tone.
Deac shrugged. “Since... for a while. Maybe a few years. I dunno. I just know that I am. It’s kind of a new revelation.”
I studied his face. I know when he was being serious. “Have you been with a guy?”
Deacon shook his head. “No.”
“Then how do you know?”
He was quiet. “Because I know I’m attracted to dudes.”
“Since when?” I asked.
“I think I always have been attracted to... certain kinds of dudes.”
I looked at him skeptically. “Why are you telling me? And, by the way, you know I don’t give a shit.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re my best friend and it felt like I’ve been lying to you.”
Whoa, that hit me right in the chest. Here he just bared his soul to me, and I’ve been lying to him for over a month about being gay. Never mind fucking his dad. I kept staring at him. God, he looked so much like his dad.
He continued. “And I know you wouldn’t care. I mean you don’t care about Joey. Am I right dude?”
I laughed. We jokingly always said we think Joey is gay or bi. He’s been man-crushing on Mark for a while. He’s at least gay for Mark.
“Right.” I agreed. “He’s so gay.” We laughed and fist bumped.
“Yeah, sometimes it’s like he wants to fuck my dad so bad.”
My heart stopped. My mouth went dry. I laughed nervously. “Totally,” was all I said.
“But, hey, who doesn’t?” he said laughing. I just kept laughing. “Anyway. I feel like you and I have a strong connection. Sometimes, it gets me thinking.”
Holy shit. What was he going to say? Deacon? The dude who brags about how much pussy he gets? He is hitting on me!
“Ok...”
“And, I hope this doesn’t fuck everything up with us but, I was hoping you might feel the same way about me.”
I must have looked like a fucking idiot with my mouth hanging open. “Are you asking me if I have feelings for you?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. If I’m wrong, just forget I asked, but I guess I’m telling you that I have feelings for you. I think I have for a while.”
I was speechless. I swallowed hard. I sat back in my seat. Why now? Why the fuck is he doing this now when I’m with his dad now.
“I can’t believe this,” I mumbled. “I can’t fucking believe this shit.” Then, I was quiet.
Deacon
What the fuck? Why is he pretending not to be gay? He’s acting like he’s offended or something. Dude takes it up the ass. And come on, it’s me. Why wouldn’t he want to go out with me? He was just staring at me.
“Dude, Rian, don’t leaving me hanging here, bro. I just told you I like you.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I know.”
“So? Am I right? About you and me?”
He sat up and frowned. “Why now?”
“What?”
“Why now? Why are you telling me this today? Why not... a month ago?”
“A month ago?”
He hesitated. “A month ago, a week ago, who cares?” So he’s been boning dad for a month?
“Why does it matter when I tell you?”
“Your timing sucks.” I’m right. He does have feelings for me.
“I just came out to you, and you make it about you?” I asked. “Great.” Now I was just saying shit to get his reaction. It was cute watching him squirm.
“No, of course not, Deacon.”
“Oh, I know you’re being serious because you used my whole name.”
“What?”
“You only use my whole name if your serious about something. Usually mad at me about something. See? I know you.”
God he looked so hot sitting there in his snug t-shirt, his tan biceps and thick neck. His hair was styled perfectly, his hair sun-bleached. It made his blue eyes pop.
“Never mind.” He sat back in his seat and his head hit the headrest.
I waited a few seconds. “So are you involved with someone? You said my timing sucked.”
He sighed. “I’m... interested...in someone.”
I laughed inside. Wow, he was going to keep up the lie. No matter. I was going to get my way.
“Not me?”
“No. I didn’t even know you were an option.”
“Oh, so if you knew I was an option, you would be with me.”
He knew he had been beaten. He shook his head and looked out the window and then back to me. “Deacon...” he paused, “you’re too late.”
I stared at him, and he stared back. I was starting to get frustrated that he would just turn me down like this. I’ve never been turned down. I wasn’t going to let this go.
“I’m never late,” I said before lurching across the seat, grabbing him and slamming my mouth onto his.
His lips tasted just like I thought they would taste like. They were soft too; softer than what I expected but he backed away from me. I kept my lips on his as the back of his head tapped the passenger window.
Rian
WHAT THE FUCK? He’s kissed me! I was kissing my best friend, the son of the guy who fucks me.
I pushed him away. “DEACON! WHAT THE FUCK?”
Deacon backed away. He had a disappointed expression. “Oh... I’m sorry.”
“Deacon, why did you do that?” I wiped my lips with my forearm.
“I had to, Rian. I had to see.”
“Had to see what?
“If it felt right. I wanted to kiss you and see if there was anything there.” His eyes were pleading with me.
“Well?” I asked sarcastically and irritated and offended.
“I dunno.” He smirked at me. “You were a little bitch about it.” He shrugged.
I scoffed. “A little bitch? Dude, you just threw yourself on me. I was fucking shocked.”
“I want to do it again,” he said confidently as he moved towards me.
“No.” I put my hand against his chest and pushed.
“Why not?”
“Because! You’re fucking wacked dude. I can’t believe you come out to me and then you fucking kiss me without even asking.”
“Oh, so if I ask you to kiss me than we can?”
I rolled my eyes. “God.”
He looked at me and then turned towards the windshield and looked rejected. His shoulders came up and he breathed in and back down when he sighed.
“Come on, Rian. I need this. I need to know. I need to know if this is all in my head.”
“How do you know I would want that? Have I ever once, ONCE, hit on you?” I asked him.
“No. Why?”
“Did you ever have any thoughts that I might be gay?”
“No. Not until recently.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What? Why?”
He shrugged his big shoulders. “I dunno. I just got a... vibe.”
“Ok, whatever.” It made me nervous that he suspected I was gay.
He looked at me strangely. It was like he wasn’t telling me the whole truth.
“I... I thought maybe... since we’re so close, that you would want to.”
“Fuck, Deacon.”
“I like it when you say my whole name,” he said sweetly.
“You’re impossible, dude.”
“You said a minute ago that I was too late,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. “What did you mean by that?”
I looked at him and just wanted to scream. What game was he playing with me. It can’t be a coincidence that he comes out to me at the same time I’m fucking his dad. This can’t be right.
“I meant...” I paused. “Oh, Jesus Christ. Let’s just fucking start this over. Ask me the question. Go on.”
By the look in his eyes, I knew he understood what I was asking. “Are you gay?” he asked.
“Yes.” He didn’t looked surprised at the admission.
“Have you always been gay?”
“No. I mean, no and yes.”
He nodded. “What does that mean?”
“It means that I didn’t know I was. I’ve always been drawn to certain guys. I assumed it was hero worship, or admiration of a body that was built from hard work. It always inspired me. You always inspired me, and your dad was always my biggest inspiration. If you look back, all our friends are guys and all those guys are exceptionally hot, including you. But I recently realized that I was actually attracted sexually towards guys. Guys that are masculine, built, athletic, real men.”
He swallowed. “What made you realize all this?”
He was hanging on my every word. There was no way I was going to out his dad or admit to having sex with him. “I just have been going through some stuff. I met someone who made me see it.”
“Is that this special someone you’re interested in?” he asked. His voice and expression were sad.
I nodded.
“So you said I was too late. Does that mean if I would have acted earlier, we might be... you know... together?”
I turned and looked at the window. I didn’t know how to answer. If Mark hadn’t made me realize I was gay, then I would still be in denial. But if I did find out on my own, and Mark had never hit in me, but Deacon came out to me, then yeah, I would totally be with him. If Mark was out of the picture right now, knowing what I know, I would fucking marry Deacon. That’s my answer.
“Yes.”
A smile crept on this face. “I knew it.”
“You never told me how YOU realized suddenly you’re bi.”
He sat back and smiled. “Kind of the same way you did. I just knew that I always had this attraction to guys deep down inside. I’ve always wondered about what gay dudes do. Always been curious about kissing, and sex stuff. And, I don’t know, I always thought that if you and I were gay, we’d be a couple. So, I thought I would test my theory.”
“By just raping my mouth?” I asked him laughing.
He gave me a crooked smile. “You know me. I leap before I look. I just see what I want, and I go for it.”
“Yes. I know this about you,” I said sarcastically.
“So, this other guy. Is it serious? Or do I have a chance?” he asked, his tone was hopeful.
Holy shit, what a fucking loaded question. How long can a romance last between an 18-year-old and a 37-year-old man?
“It’s too early to tell.”
He nodded. “I see.” He leaned in. “What I heard was, no, it’s not that serious,” he said with a grin. He came in closer to me. God, he was fearless. Just like his dad. He looks just like his dad. It was like Mark was in the vehicle. Deacon was just a younger version; Mark if we would have met 18-years ago. I found myself confused. It was like getting a two-for-one deal. Then I wanted to know if they kissed the same. A serious kiss.
“Deacon...” I stayed completely still. I wanted him to be the one to make the first move... well, second move now.
“Shh.” His nose was inches from mine.
Then his lips touched mine. I kissed him back. His tongue entered my mouth and wrestled with mine. It wasn’t long before we were in full make out mode. I was making out with my best friend since grade school. He put his hand on my cheek and cupped my face in the most tender way. I put my hand on the back of his head, ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair. Oh my god, he was great kisser. It was like kissing his dad. It was perfect.
We broke the kiss, and he sat back just looking at me. “Um... that was amazing.”
I was mesmerized. “Yeah, no shit.”
Deacon
Oh my fucking god was that a good kiss. This second kiss was so much better. It sent chills through my spine. His face was so smooth, freshly shaven smooth. His fingers in my hair was so sexy. I knew now that I missed out on so much in the last few years. I don’t know if I would be gay or bi, but I could have had this with Rian if we both weren’t such toxic, macho assholes.
“That was nice.”
“Yeah, it was,” he said with a smile. But it was a worried smile.
I shook my head. “Look at us. Being all gay with each other,” I said laughing.
He laughed too. “Kissing dudes. Having sex with dudes.”
“YOU have had sex with dudes.” I caught myself. “I assume.”
He looked uncomfortable. “Yeah, I have.” He tilted his head. “I am.”
“Is it good?” I knew it was because I saw it, but I didn’t want him to know yet.
“Amazing,” he said with a grin.
“Yeah?” I played dumb. “Tell me. What do you like to do?”
Then he squirmed. If he ever finds out I already know, he will be pissed I made him say it.
“You know. Kiss.” He got suddenly shy.
“You can tell me, bro.”
“Suck dick.”
“You sucking dick. Hot,” I said which actually made him perk up. I think he was relieved it didn’t gross me out. “And?”
He squirmed again. “Ok, Deac, don’t judge me.”
“I won’t,” I said with my hands up in defense. My heart started racing. He was actually going to tell me that he likes to get fucked. Watching him get fucked was one the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Now, this cocky jock bro was going to admit to me that he’s another dude’s bitch and he likes it. “Go on, Rian.”
Rian looked down and then cupped his hand over his mouth as if it would stop the words coming out of his mouth. “I like to get fucked.” It came out a tiny muffled.
I don’t know why but hearing that gave me an adrenaline hit. “Say again?” I asked cupping my ear.
He sighed heavily. “Ugh. I like to get fucked. I’m a bottom. Ok?”
I smiled. “That’s great.”
“It is? You don’t think I’m less of a man?”
I laughed. “Bro, one of us has to be the bottom.”
He looked at me like he was scared. “You... you want to fuck me?”
I looked at him like he was crazy. “Uh... dude. Of course. What did you think was gonna happen with us?”
“Well, until a few minutes ago, the only thing I thought was going to happen with us was meeting up with the guys and seeing a movie. I wasn’t expecting to let you fuck me.”
“So, you don’t want to fuck?”
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “Deacon. I’m not one of your sluts. I’m not putting out for you right after you tell me your into dudes.”
“Are you ever going to put out?” I asked.
He looked at me like he was surprised I would say that. “You know what? If things were different, I probably would put out right now.”
“What’s so different? The other guy?”
“Yeah. I’m not fucking doing this, Deacon.”
“Are you turning me down? Me?” I was genuinely shocked.
He just looked like he was disappointed. “I like this other guy. I’m not going to be a slut and just throw my legs up for any guy that wants me.”
Oh now I was starting to fume. “Fine. You know what? Fine.” I put the car in gear.
We drove in silence. “Deacon.” Rian said after a few minutes. “Don’t, dude. Don’t be like this.”
“Shut up,” I said briskly.
“But...”
“I said, shut up!” It was better if he didn’t say anything. He crossed his arms and looked out the window.
When we got to the theater, the guys were all waiting out front. We took our seatbelts off. I grabbed him by his bicep. “Don’t say a fucking word about any of this.”
“Dude, why would I say anything to anybody about this? I’m not a fucking idiot.” He jerked his arm away from me.
Then just to needle him I said, “Hmmm... Joey’s looking fuckable tonight.”
