Whirlwind

"Sure you gotta head back to the office, Mr. H?"

I was dressed back in my office casual, sitting on one of the poolside loungers in my backyard to lace up my shoes, while Steve Fuller lay naked on the adjacent lounger. I couldn't tell if his look was a smirk of conquest or simply the happiness of a 21-year-old who just got laid. 

I was getting used to that look, but I didn't know if I'd ever get used to the ability to see his amazing, athletically-toned frat-boy body naked and up close. He'd been swimming when I arrived, with a spontaneous craving for a nooner with the young stud, and I could see the fine light brown hairs on Steve's shins were still matted to his damp skin, even as the rest of him had dried off.

Well, almost the rest of him: his meaty cock still had some lube and cum on it as it hung soft and satisfied. I felt a weird thrill that this stud's load was deep inside me.

"I thought I told you to call me Brad," I chuckled. This was like the third time I'd corrected him.

He grinned. "It's a lot kinkier to call you Mr. H," he said, point blank. Then, wiggling his toe to nudge it against the edge of my khakis, he added, "It's hot as fuck that I'm nailing Tyler's dad."

"Damnit, Steve," I growled. Not really pissed off. More exasperated. My one rule when we started fooling around was that Steve not talk about my son. A rule which Steve proceeded to ignore.

If it hadn't been for his incredibly cute looks he might not be able to get away with it. Something about his dimples, blue eyes, and boyishly medium cut brown hair made me weak. "What?" he said, his white teeth showing. "He fucked my mom half of senior year. It's kind of cool I repaid the favor." 

I blushed and gave a quick check of my watch. I still had about five minutes before I really had to hit the road. Our fuck had been a quick one. I shook my head as I looked up at the guy. Steve was the Good Kid, the Nice Kid, the Kid Next Door - who also had a wild, kinky streak. It got me out of my comfort zone, big time, but I found the combination alluring. I didn't perv on my son, but it turned me on that Steve shared Tyler's sex life with me, including my boy's penchant for cougars.

"Is that what I am, Steve? Payback?"

That seemed to melt his cocky demeanor some. "You know it's not like that, Mr. H," he said. "I'm just teasing ya, man." He leaned up, and my heart pounded some as I took in just how beautiful a college stud looked. Just the right amount of hair and muscle, but still definitely young. 27 years younger than me to be precise. "Seriously... you gotta get back to the office?"

I laughed. "Yeah, Steve, I gotta get back." I nodded down at his soft genitals. "I would have thought that fuck would have drained you for a while." I'd blown Steve before heading to work that morning and it was only some naughty sexts from the dude that had given me the idea to come home on my lunch hour. 

He grinned. "Oh, yeah, you know it will, Mr. H. It's just... I just enjoy being with you, beyond the sex."

I sighed. I was crazy to be carrying on an affair with my son's high school friend. And crazy for letting Steve get past my defenses so easily. I stood up and ruffled his hair playfully. "We'll talk more tonight OK?" I said. 

Gone was the cocky frat grin. Instead, there was something almost questioning, almost needy in his gaze up at me. "Yeah, Brad," he said. 

He stood up. Steve was a couple inches shorter than me, but we seemed to fit together, my head pivoting down into his kiss. Soft, sensual making out.

I didn't want to relinquish that kiss, and he didn't either, but I managed my willpower to pull back. I patted his gently on the ass. "All right, big guy... I'll talk later." Then, "text me."

It felt like a dumb thing to say. But Steve just gave his puppy dog grin and nodded. "Will do."

****

Steve Fuller was staying with me for a full, glorious week. Tyler was living at college, at a different school than Steve went to. I'd concocted a cover story in case anyone noticed my son's friend staying with me. So far, I hadn't had to use it. 

The guy offered to cook dinner. I think he felt bad sponging off me and lounging around my house all day. But he was my guest, and I politely declined the offer. Because I'd taken a full hour for lunch that Thursday, I worked late, so picked up some take out for dinner.

I half wondered if Steve would have any clothes on when I got home. The first night I found him naked by the pool, just like I had at lunch. But when I got to the house, I saw him out back, with a fraternity shirt on, and some soccer-type shorts, on the lounger studying for his LSATs. He was handsome as fuck.

"Hey, you hungry?" I asked, untucking my polo shirt from my khakis. 

He looked up with a gentle smile. Not that hungry wolf look he'd greeted me with at lunch time. "Yeah, I could eat. You need help with anything Mr. H?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, but thanks. I went with takeout tonight."

Steve set down his books and got up. I don't know if I'd get enough of his fit, youthful body. I liked that I was bigger than him - taller and with my middle aged build. But I was also envious of how lean and toned he was, without my stubborn midsection spread.

I wondered if we'd kiss but I didn't feel that urgent sexual energy from before. So I stepped back inside, Steve following me and reaching up to massage my shoulders as I went to the kitchen island to take out the containers.

"I can still smell your cologne," he said thoughtfully. Then with a chuckle he added, "I had that smell on me today, until I decided to take another dip in the pool." He patted my shoulders once and let go, stepping around to get plates out to set them for dinner.

"Casual dinner tonight, Mr. H?" he asked, already setting them on the breakfast bar area of the island and going to get silverware. I'd seen this before, over the years. Steve Fuller being the polite guest when he came over. It was a trip to see it now.

We talked about our day some. Our lunchtime quickie had been such a whirlwind fuck that we actually didn't converse then. 

It was kind of fucked up that I was having these almost-boyfriend kind of talks with a 21 year old, much less one who was a good friend of my son. But Steve seemed into this, too. He was a typical college kid, I suppose, a fun-loving party kid but one who had a serious side. Maybe earnest in ways that 21-year-olds can be. Focused on getting into a good law school, and a good career after that. 

"I thought about politics," he once told me. "But I love fucking men too much." Behind the bravado, I knew Steve was wrestling with the closet. Tyler knew Steve was gay, as did another buddy, but the guy hadn't come out to his fraternity brothers.

I offered him a beer with dinner, but Steve declined. "I'm afraid it's a study night, Mr. H.... hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," I said. I was a little amused to see this young stud so studious the week-plus he was staying with me. "You pretty busy the next couple of days?" I asked.

The frat dude could detect something in the tone of my voice. He flashed his pearly teeth and gave a shy grin. "Maybe, maybe not, Mr. H... you have anything in mind?"

I nodded. "If you're up for it, I was thinking I could take tomorrow off and we could go to the beach for a couple of days. It's early in the season so we could probably get a place without a problem." Honestly I didn't know how good of beach weather it would be. The water would be cold still, but the forecast was for clear sun at least.

Steve smiled. "That'd be awesome. You know I'll never say no to some extra Mr. H time." I wondered if Steve would always call me Mr. H. He scooted back his stool. "But that means I really need to hit the books tonight, if that's OK."

"Of course," I said, probably smiling like an excited kid at the prospect of a getaway with this fine young man. "Go get to it, Steve. I'll clean up."

He did just that, giving me another squeeze on the shoulder as he got up and made his way back to the outdoor patio to get his books.

It's funny. I'd low-key worried all day that Steve would want sex again when I got home. Like a lot of young dudes, he had a hell of a sex drive and an admirably quick recovery time. Over the last few days I'd tried to adjust, having sex when I wasn't quite in the mood. Maybe I felt embarrassed to have a more normal middle-aged sex drive, and I didn't want Steve to think of me as old. It was fucked up, maybe, but I'd suck him or let me fuck me just to try to keep up with the young buck. 

I didn't need sex now, not in the real sense of wanting to get my rocks off. But now that Steve hadn't made a move to initiate anything, I found myself missing his lusty attention and the feel of his naked body and hard youthful cock. I shook my head. "Damnit, Brad," I thought to myself. "You're getting carried away, buddy."

****

It really wasn't beach weather. The sea breeze made the shore a good deal cooler, but shorts felt Ok with a sweater, and Steve and I enjoyed walking in the sand, sitting on the beach, and just enjoying having the place practically to ourselves before the summer crowds came. 

We were just enjoying the seascape and a lull in our conversation. Steve looked out on the water and spoke, "You know... my dad would take me to the beach sometimes. But it never felt like a vacation, it always felt like he was bribing me or something."

"Buddy..." I said, feeling some sympathy. I knew Steve had a rocky relationship with his father, but I also reflected about my own with Tyler. I tried to be a good dad, but the divorce had made things more distanced between me and my son. I was angry with Mr. Fuller for not being there for Steve, but I also understood how difficult it was for divorced parents to do the right thing.

He gave a knowing grin. "It's ok, Mr. H. But I don't think I liked the beach before now. Being here with you... it feels relaxing, not like we're having to work at having fun."

"I'm glad," I said. God, if this stud couldn't get any more adorable...

"You know, Mr. H, you're more than a piece of ass to me." The words were pure cocky frat boy, but there was a genuine emotion and vulnerability to that admission.

I looked at him, surprised. This was a side of Steve Fuller I wasn't expecting, though looking back the whole week had been leading up to this moment.

"Damn, buddy," I said. "I've been trying not to go there."

He liked my response. I could see his chest puff out a little and a smirk form on his face. "Go where, Brad?" 

It wasn't often that he'd used my first name. "Trying not to have feelings for you," I said aloud. 

He smiled at me, but we also felt a tension. This romance wasn't really possible, at least not possible without causing a whole host of other problems. But Steve reached over and placed his hand on my bare thigh, gently running his fingers along my quad muscle and leg hairs.

I chuckled. "You're making me hard, buddy," I said softly. 

That made him happy, I could tell. "Yeah? And you got off earlier, too."

I nodded. "I'm afraid an old man like me is gonna have a hard time keeping up with a buck like you."

Steve's fingers explored further on the inside my thighs, further down to the hem of my shorts. I was glad we were alone on the stretch of the beach, because I didn't want to stop this. "I'll let you in on a secret, Mr. H," he said softly. "I kind of play up the stud with you... but I can be a patient guy."

Damnit, I was head over heels for Steve Fuller.

"I'm 48, Steve," I said, a little exasperated. 

"I know, Mr. H," Steve said, maybe a little miffed that I didn't treat him as a grown up who could make his own decisions. His fingers explored me more, I think the guy just loved turning me on, and could read it in my face. "You know, when I'd come over to Tyler's... to your place... you were always like another father to me." His voice was emotional and also sultry. "You know I don't always get along with my dad, but you always treated me like family."

"Oh god, Steve," I hissed.

He gave me a let-me-finish look. "At first I just liked it, you know. But after a while it gave me a real bone."

I looked into his blue-gray eyes. I felt I could get lost in them. "I think I had thoughts about you for a while," I said.

"Thoughts?" he prompted with a grin.

"Sexual thoughts," I added. "You're a real kinky guy, you know," I added with a nervous laugh.

His expression grew nervous. "Too kinky, Mr. H?" 

I shook my head. "Nah. Maybe you can teach me how to open a little." My heart pounded, and I could tell Steve got what I was getting at. Feeling out some father-son roleplay. Maybe taking baby steps there, or maybe we were diving in. I couldn't tell.

"I have a feeling you're gonna be a quick study, Mr. H." He removed his hand at last. "Whaddya say we go back to the room?"

I nodded and stood up, brushing the sand off my legs. I watched as Steve did the same thing. I just felt this vibe from the young dude. He was gonna fuck me, I knew, probably one of those multi-position marathon fucks. I was ready for it.

****

Remarkably, it was my first time getting fucked doggy. I had come out late in life, and even then still had my normal corporate-dad existence. No-strings Grindr hookups, one fuckbuddy, and now Steve. And Steve had a real preference for missionary. He loved seeing me as he fucked, loved having my legs on his shoulders. 

But we were taking our time today, going at it, cooing off, and going at it again. Making out a lot, and feeling up each other's body. It was no surprise that I was into Steve's perfect collegiate bod, but the young buck couldn't seem to get enough of my more aged muscle.

Finally, I had the idea to flip over and get up on all fours. Maybe this wouldn't be Steve's thing, but we'd try it out.

His response, though, was immediate excitement. "Hell yes, Dad," he hissed. I felt him scooted behind me and rub his lubed cock against my crack, rooting for my now relaxed hole.

"Fuck me, son," I grunted. Yep, we'd dived right into the deep end of incest fantasy. 

The first penetration of Steve's cock always took some adjusting and work on my part even. But now I was opened up and the entry felt marvelous. Steve Fuller was big but not huge, and I felt pleasantly full as he pressed that slick dick inside me again. Humping me, thrusting at a pace that wasn't going to get him off too quickly. For a 21-year-old he'd learned topping technique really fucking well.

His hands gripped my hips, surprisingly strong in their grip as he held me for leverage. "Goddamnit, Dad... your ass feels amazing," he hissed.

"It's all yours buddy... all for my boy..."

"Fuck!" he grunted. Then with a deep sex lust, he added, "I wonder if this is how Tyler fucks my mom." Then I heard a "sorry, Mr. H."

Steve had talked this way before but not during sex. 

"It's OK buddy... I'm game," I said. Maybe it was the lust speaking for me.

"Fuck, Brad..." Steve was getting off on this. "Tyler's nailed like ten cougars... he tells me about 'em... says there real fucking freaky in bed."

My heart pounded and my dick twitched hard, untouched, beneath me. Steve's plunging cock felt amazing in my hole, and against my prostate. "I'm afraid I'm not that freaky, Steve," I laughed. 

His thrusts got a little harder at that. "I don't Dad, you're pretty far up there. I love it."

"What do you think Tyler's favorite position is?" I said. If I'd had my wits about me, I wouldn't go there, but in the heat of the moment, I was right on Steve Fuller's wavelength. 

"Probably this, Dad," he grunted. "Taking some divorcee from behind." His thrusts became more urgent jabs. They didn't hurt but made my butt nut buzz and my cock drip.

I couldn't hold off any more. I gripped my boner and didn't even need any lube, I was leaking so hard.

That excited Steve. "Fuck yes, Dad, go for it. Come on your son's cock."

"You're gonna get me there, son. That big fucking cock of yours... nailing me..." my words choked in my throat and I felt my whole body go hot.

Steve's reaction to my orgasm was immediate. "Oh fuck, Dad. I'm cumming too... oh fuck oh FUCK!" 

He powered in and then heaved forward to rest his toned bare chest against my hot, sweaty back. I don't recall ever having sex that felt so intensely physical. 

Afterward, I was embarrassed and way guilty at having gone that deep in the raunchy incest talk. But the reassuring thing was to see Steve's equally shy and quiet as we unpaired and showered off together. 

"You feeling bad, Mr. H?" he asked softly as he took my towel and gently helped dry off my body.

"Pretty much," I admitted. I still felt the guilt, but also the absurdity of our roleplaying was hitting me. I started laughing, and Steve began to, as well. 

****

We went out for a dinner, our appetites now ravenous. And we enjoyed a drink to watch the sunset in one of the waterfront places. It was funny, because I knew we looked like a real father and son. Steve even said as much at one point. 

"Thanks for inviting me here, Mr. H," the frat boy said as we got back to our room. We sat on the couch area of the suite and started making out, softly. Steve felt me up through my preppy button-down shirt and I pawed at his collegiate sweatshirt. I worried I was going to get whisker burn, but neither of us could stop the feeling of kissing each other.

He had a big grin when he finally pulled back. "You know, I'll follow your lead."

"My lead?"

"You know, dating. I've never done it. Not for real."

"Makes two of us," I said. "I've never dated a guy."

He smiled. I think Steve liked that we were matched in some ways, despite our age  difference. "Well, you have more experience in this still... and besides, Tyler's your son."

I gulped. "Yeah," I said. I didn't want to come out to Tyler, and certainly not like this. But being with Steve made me consider this for real.

He read my reaction clearly. "It's OK, Mr. H, you don't gotta do anything for me. You tell me where we're going and I'll follow the lead."

"Dating's not like that, Steve," I objected. I about gave him a lecture about how relationships were about finding what both people wanted, but Steve stopped me. 

"I pushed the dad-son thing on you, right?"

"I enjoyed it," I objected. "At least once I got past the guilt."

Steve smiled. "Right. And it's gonna be the same thing with the boyfriend stuff. I need someone to push me, but I know I'm gonna enjoy it."

I gave it a thought. It was a crazy idea. "We'll see..."

Steve's hand felt up my arm beneath the shirt. Already he was kissing up the side of my neck. "And if the boyfriend thing doesn't work, sir... I just hope I can keep fucking you... you're so fucking hot..." It was a jokey tease, but I knew the young buck was serious.

I thought he had drained me good. I thought this was just the romantic makeout portion of the evening. But I was getting hard in Steve Fuller's embrace, with his kisses. Rock hard. 

He guided me down to the couch and crawled on top of me, humping me, and feeling my hard dick against his. "Yeah, you want this too, sir, don't ya?" he whispered into my neck.

I clung to his toned back, then ran my hands beneath his sweatshirt to feel the soft, warm bare skin. "Yeah, son, I do..." 

I knew then that I'd find a way to make this crazy idea work.