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(Part 2/2)
BEN:
"Knock knock," Sam's voice came from the other side of the door, before he walked in my room.
I was in bed, scrolling through some porn on my iPad, with the door half-closed. When I saw my son walk in I tucked my dick in the jock I was wearing and covered myself with the duvet.
"Come on in," I said.
Sam walked in wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a huge smile on his face. If I didn't know better I'd think he'd just gotten laid, but it was just us at the house. Maybe a great jack-off sesh?
He approached my bed and got in it without asking, lying beside me on my left.
"You okay?" I smiled. I put my arm on the pillow and my son propped himself up until he was lying on it. I gave him a hug and pulled him in closer.
"Yeah," he said. "I talked to Mom earlier."
"What did she say?"
"Not much. Wants me to go back home soon."
I felt a pang in my chest, hearing him call someplace else "home." But of course he would. This wasn't forever.
"Oh," was all I could muster to say.
"I don't really wanna leave," he said, gently tracing an imaginary line across my chest with his fingertips. He looked much younger doing that. Like the son I should have raised, I thought.
"You know you can always come back," I said softly. "And Sam... if you want, this place is 'home' as well."
He put his arm around my waist and gave me a squeeze.
"I also talked to my friend Lamar," he said. "He thinks I'm a dick for spending time with Greg instead of you."
I smiled, unsure what to say. Sam's fingers continued tracing abstract shapes on my chest.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"No need to be."
"No. I... I came here to spend time with you."
"But we have been spending time together. We work out every morning, we watch movies in the evenings..."
"I know. But I still should be focused on you and not Greg or other guys. It's just that... I like him. And he likes me. And I've never had a boyfriend before and it felt nice--"
"To be liked," I finished his sentence.
"Exactly," he nodded.
"I understand. That's why you got my support, if you wanna be with Greg, even with the history between him and me. And for what it's worth, Sam... I like you as well."
I said it without much thinking. An innocent compliment. But it made my son sit up and look me straight in the eyes, changing the energy in the room. All of a sudden it felt more intense.
As if in slow motion, I watched Sam close his eyes and lean forward, planting a gentle peck on my lips. For a brief second, my eyes closed as well.
"I like you too, Dad," he whispered, pulling away, and smiled.
I put my hand on his cheek, then leaned in to give him another kiss on the lips, to show the feeling was mutual.
"Now, what're we doing tonight?" he said, bouncing up and changing the energy between us again.
"Well Mateo asked if he can drop by, but if you want I can cancel and we can--," I started to reach for my phone to text Mateo there was a change of plans.
"No, no!" Sam interrupted me. "No need. He can come, you guys do your thing."
"We were just gonna hang out in the backyard, maybe start a fire in the pit. It's a nice evening. We can hang out in the hot tub. You're welcome to join us."
"Sounds lovely!" he said, and gave me a kiss on the cheek before jumping up and leaving the room.
SAM:
That evening, Dad's boyfriend was over an hour late so Dad and I got in the hot tub by ourselves after dinner. The sun had already gone down, and we were on our second bottle of champagne.
Before we got in the tub, Dad took of the shorts and tank top he was wearing, and got in the water in his birthday suit. I had board shorts on and wore those. There were candles all over the yard. Dad had obviously planned for this to be a romantic evening between him and Mateo.
Looking at Dad's body next to me in the hot tub in the candle light, while sipping champagne, I still couldn't believe how much I'd lucked out and that somebody as cool (and gorgeous) and him happened to be my father.
When the fire in the pit started to get a bit crazy, Dad got up to fix it. I smiled during that split second of him getting out of the tub, propping himself up on his muscles, water dripping down his body as his ass appeared from under the water and right in front of my face,
While he was busy with the fire, we heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get it," I said and got up and headed to the door, leaving a trail of water behind me.
I answered the door and saw Mateo. He had a huge grin on his face, and half of the buttons on his shirt undone. I could see (and smell) that he was drunk.
"Hey sexy," he said and winked at me.
This was way more forward than Mateo and I ever talked to each other but he was drunk, I thought, he was just being playful.
He walked in, scanning at me up and down like this was the first time he was seeing me, looking at my nearly-naked body both front and back.
Just as I was about to shut the door, another person walked in. It was... Mateo.
"Oh hi, Sam," he said. I looked left to right, wondering just how fucking drunk was I. "This is my brother, Mario."
I looked at Mario, who gave me another wink.
"There you are," Dad appeared from the backyard as well. As his tall, muscular body approached us, he had three pairs of eyes staring at him all wet and naked.
"Hola papi," Mario said then walked over to Dad, and gave him a kiss on the lips. As they kissed, Mario's hands went from the sides of Dad's chest slowly down his torso, and wound up on his hips.
"Hey honey," Mateo was next and walked up to give Dad a kiss as well.
"We got the champagne open and the hot tub all ready and running," Dad said, putting an arm around each of the twins' waists. "You coming?" he said, looking at me.
I realized I was still standing there holding the doorknob, my mouth as open as the door.
"Yeah. Let's go."
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BEN:
"Knock knock," Sam's voice came from the other side of the door, before he walked in my room.
I was in bed, scrolling through some porn on my iPad, with the door half-closed. When I saw my son walk in I tucked my dick in the jock I was wearing and covered myself with the duvet.
"Come on in," I said.
Sam walked in wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a huge smile on his face. If I didn't know better I'd think he'd just gotten laid, but it was just us at the house. Maybe a great jack-off sesh?
He approached my bed and got in it without asking, lying beside me on my left.
"You okay?" I smiled. I put my arm on the pillow and my son propped himself up until he was lying on it. I gave him a hug and pulled him in closer.
"Yeah," he said. "I talked to Mom earlier."
"What did she say?"
"Not much. Wants me to go back home soon."
I felt a pang in my chest, hearing him call someplace else "home." But of course he would. This wasn't forever.
"Oh," was all I could muster to say.
"I don't really wanna leave," he said, gently tracing an imaginary line across my chest with his fingertips. He looked much younger doing that. Like the son I should have raised, I thought.
"You know you can always come back," I said softly. "And Sam... if you want, this place is 'home' as well."
He put his arm around my waist and gave me a squeeze.
"I also talked to my friend Lamar," he said. "He thinks I'm a dick for spending time with Greg instead of you."
I smiled, unsure what to say. Sam's fingers continued tracing abstract shapes on my chest.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"No need to be."
"No. I... I came here to spend time with you."
"But we have been spending time together. We work out every morning, we watch movies in the evenings..."
"I know. But I still should be focused on you and not Greg or other guys. It's just that... I like him. And he likes me. And I've never had a boyfriend before and it felt nice--"
"To be liked," I finished his sentence.
"Exactly," he nodded.
"I understand. That's why you got my support, if you wanna be with Greg, even with the history between him and me. And for what it's worth, Sam... I like you as well."
I said it without much thinking. An innocent compliment. But it made my son sit up and look me straight in the eyes, changing the energy in the room. All of a sudden it felt more intense.
As if in slow motion, I watched Sam close his eyes and lean forward, planting a gentle peck on my lips. For a brief second, my eyes closed as well.
"I like you too, Dad," he whispered, pulling away, and smiled.
I put my hand on his cheek, then leaned in to give him another kiss on the lips, to show the feeling was mutual.
"Now, what're we doing tonight?" he said, bouncing up and changing the energy between us again.
"Well Mateo asked if he can drop by, but if you want I can cancel and we can--," I started to reach for my phone to text Mateo there was a change of plans.
"No, no!" Sam interrupted me. "No need. He can come, you guys do your thing."
"We were just gonna hang out in the backyard, maybe start a fire in the pit. It's a nice evening. We can hang out in the hot tub. You're welcome to join us."
"Sounds lovely!" he said, and gave me a kiss on the cheek before jumping up and leaving the room.
SAM:
That evening, Dad's boyfriend was over an hour late so Dad and I got in the hot tub by ourselves after dinner. The sun had already gone down, and we were on our second bottle of champagne.
Before we got in the tub, Dad took of the shorts and tank top he was wearing, and got in the water in his birthday suit. I had board shorts on and wore those. There were candles all over the yard. Dad had obviously planned for this to be a romantic evening between him and Mateo.
Looking at Dad's body next to me in the hot tub in the candle light, while sipping champagne, I still couldn't believe how much I'd lucked out and that somebody as cool (and gorgeous) and him happened to be my father.
When the fire in the pit started to get a bit crazy, Dad got up to fix it. I smiled during that split second of him getting out of the tub, propping himself up on his muscles, water dripping down his body as his ass appeared from under the water and right in front of my face,
While he was busy with the fire, we heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get it," I said and got up and headed to the door, leaving a trail of water behind me.
I answered the door and saw Mateo. He had a huge grin on his face, and half of the buttons on his shirt undone. I could see (and smell) that he was drunk.
"Hey sexy," he said and winked at me.
This was way more forward than Mateo and I ever talked to each other but he was drunk, I thought, he was just being playful.
He walked in, scanning at me up and down like this was the first time he was seeing me, looking at my nearly-naked body both front and back.
Just as I was about to shut the door, another person walked in. It was... Mateo.
"Oh hi, Sam," he said. I looked left to right, wondering just how fucking drunk was I. "This is my brother, Mario."
I looked at Mario, who gave me another wink.
"There you are," Dad appeared from the backyard as well. As his tall, muscular body approached us, he had three pairs of eyes staring at him all wet and naked.
"Hola papi," Mario said then walked over to Dad, and gave him a kiss on the lips. As they kissed, Mario's hands went from the sides of Dad's chest slowly down his torso, and wound up on his hips.
"Hey honey," Mateo was next and walked up to give Dad a kiss as well.
"We got the champagne open and the hot tub all ready and running," Dad said, putting an arm around each of the twins' waists. "You coming?" he said, looking at me.
I realized I was still standing there holding the doorknob, my mouth as open as the door.
"Yeah. Let's go."
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