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Part 41 - Justin (and Brett)
Over the next couple of weeks, I had to work on my application for tenure as well as the outline for the story I would be writing at the lake. In addition, I had work to do around the house. This was also a rare opportunity to spend time during the day with Noah...just the two of us. He and I usually didn't have too many chances to spend time together because someone else was almost always with us...his mom, his brother, or both.
Noah was not a quiet kid, but it was not easy for him to get a word in edgewise when the whole family was together. With us being able to have some "Noah and dad time," we could have those conversations that I thought a father and son should be able to have. We talked about what he was looking forward to most out of the first semester of college, what he was going to miss about high school, what his friends were doing, how things were going in the world, his dreams, and movies.
I had no doubt that Noah would make friends at college, even though he would not be living on campus the first year. But he was not the social butterfly his brother Dalton was. While Dalton could instantly make friends with anyone he just met, Noah preferred to get to know people and develop a close group of friends. I knew that getting involved in organizations on campus and spending as much non-classroom time there instead of at home would be important for him.
During the past weeks, I had spent so much time with Brett or Justin, or thinking about Justin or Brett, that I felt like I had not been involved enough in Noah's last few weeks of high school. Maybe that was the way he wanted it...spending time with his friends without mom and dad interfering. Nothing that Noah said or did suggested that he wished I had spent more time with him. I guess I was hypersensitive, considering how preoccupied I had been with my own life lately. One thing that had not changed was that my wife and sons were the most important thing to me. If I were forced to give up Brett and Justin to keep my family, I would.
Still, Brett and Justin stayed on my mind. I kept in touch with Justin as much as I could, and I did get to see Brett three more times during his break between terms. After his term started again, it would be difficult to see him, and I would be gone with my family for a few weeks. I wanted the time we were able to spend together to be fun, and it was. The sexual chemistry between us seemed to grow stronger each time I saw him. As excited as I would be on my way to his apartment, my excitement would always increase the second I saw his face, felt his skin, or experienced his touch.
I felt badly that our time was always spent in his apartment. I appreciated that he was conscious about my need to be discreet, but it didn't seem fair to him for our times together to be these secretive trysts. Sure, he was a fuck buddy, but he was also a friend. The last time Brett and I would see each other during his break was the Thursday before his term started again. I suggested I get coffee that morning and we could sit in the park a bit before going to his apartment. He agreed.
The morning was warm and sunny. I arrived at the shop and ordered our coffees. The morning rush had passed, so there were only a couple of other people there. Before the barista finished the coffees, I received a text from Brett telling me that he had found a bench in the sun, and I replied that I would see him in a couple of minutes. Soon after, the coffees were ready and I headed to the park.
As I turned the corner to the park, I saw Brett sitting on a distant bench. I could see that he was shirtless and wearing a pair of boardshorts and sunglasses, taking in the morning sun. Yeah, if I had a body like his, I would probably spend as much time shirtless in the sun as I could, too. As I approached, he spoke:
"I know that's you because I can smell the coffee," he said.
As I sat down next to him, I said, "Maybe it's not me. Maybe it's some pervert who wants to kidnap you and hold you in his dungeon."
"I should be so lucky!" he said as he took off his sunglasses and reached for the cup I was handing to him.
I loved seeing Brett's eyes in the daylight. I could tell by his tan that he had been spending some of his break time sunning himself in the park or at the pool.
"I can't remember the last time I saw you wearing a shirt," I said as I sat down next to him. "I think it was over there, about a month ago," I said, motioning to the tree where he and I had read Justin's short story.
"Is that a problem?" he asked. "Would you rather I wear a shirt," he said as he coyly ran his hand across his chest with his left hand and then took a sip of coffee from the cup he held in his right hand.
"Oh no," I said. "It's not a problem at all, and I prefer you like this." Then I continued, "In fact, I was just thinking how I would be shirtless too if I were a hot young stud like you."
"You don't have to be young to enjoy sitting shirtless in the sun," Brett said. "Why don't you take off your shirt and find out just how much fun it is?" He reached over and tugged slightly at my t-shirt as he said this.
I was taken aback by his suggestion, and then said, "Nah, my days of walking around shirtless in parks are long gone."
"There's no reason for that, Matt," Brett said. "I've seen you naked and like the way you look." He tugged at my shirt again, this time a little more forcefully. "Please, take it off. For me...daddy?"
Brett knew I wouldn't be able to say no. I put my coffee on the ground next to the bench, stood up, and took off my shirt and put it on the back of the bench. The sun did feel good on my bare shoulders and chest. I hoped no one in the nearly empty park would be blinded by the light reflecting on my pale torso, and instinctively sucked in my belly before I sat down again.
"See," Brett said. "Isn't that better?" I nodded. Then Brett continued, "And it looks better too. Now you don't look like some old pervert who might kidnap me and take me to his dungeon." His voice got lower, even though no one was within distance of hearing our conversation anyway, "You look like someone who's going to take me back to my apartment and fuck me."
"I would rather do that than take you to a dungeon," I said.
"Oh, I think the dungeon would be fun, too," Brett replied. "But we can do that some other time." He took another sip from his coffee.
Our conversation turned to less provocative topics...what his upcoming term would be like, what he had done during the break, my time at the lake, and how we would miss seeing each other.
"This is nice, isn't it?" he asked, "Just sitting here talking about stuff."
"Yes," I said. "I'm glad we met out here first."
The sun was getting warmer, and I could feel myself sweating a little. Brett was sweating too, and seeing his chest glisten in the sun made him look even more sexy.
I took out my phone and said, "Don't move," as I took a picture of him. It was a bit unexpected.
"Why did you do that?" he asked.
"Because I want more than just a mental image of this until I see you again," I said as I showed him the picture.
Brett smiled, took out his phone, and took a picture of me before I could react.
"I'll capture the moment, too," he said. "Now, why don't we go to my apartment and cool off a bit."
We stood up. He moved closer to me and said, "Before we get really sweaty." Then he took my shirt out of my hand and said, "You're not putting this back on again for a while."
My heart pounded during the walk to his apartment. I could feel that familiar energy that I always felt when I was with him, and I could feel his sexual energy too. I couldn't wait to hold him, feel him, and taste him.
I love how you mix the pain and turmoil of being a supposed straight Dad with your hidden feelings for hot man-sex with your new acquaintances. Nobody can relate unless they’ve been through that.
