DECEMBER 2020 | BRANDON:

    "What a fucking day," I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror after I stepped out from the shower. I dried my face and upper body, moved down to my legs before going back up to my ass and balls. Finally, I peeled back the foreskin on my cock and carefully dried there. As usual, my cock plumped up; a very frequent occurrence since Cory and I had stopped fucking. I thought about rubbing one out but I was too tired and stressed right now. 

    I pulled on a pair of sweats and admired how visible my cock appeared, partly because of its excited state and partly because I wasn't wearing underwear. I went to grab a cold beer from the refrigerator as I walked from the bathroom to the living room, placed it on the table and sat down on the sofa with a sigh. "Thank God it's Friday," I said out loud to an empty apartment. 

    This time of year was always crazy. Christmas was coming up in two weeks. Yesterday was my birthday, which I worked through until late in the evening. Our clients all want their projects done before the holidays. I was officially 29 now. Maybe I'll do something for my birthday next year, but I had no special plans this time around. "I need a fucking vacation," I thought.

    I picked up the joint I'd rolled earlier and was just about to light it when my son arrived home. Ethan looked as drained as I felt. He dropped his backpack on the floor as soon as he walked in the apartment. 

    "What's up?" my son asked as he plopped down on the other side of the sofa. 

    "Not much. Looks like your day was as good as mine," I commented. 

    "I can't wait until next week when the semester is over. These finals are brutal," he grumbled. 

    "Why don't you grab a beer? I was about to light this up," I said, holding the joint up between my fingers. 

    "Fuck yeah!" Ethan replied as he stood and went into the kitchen. He returned as I was taking a much-needed deep hit and handed it to him. I held the smoke in my lungs as long as I could and then deeply exhaled. My son did the same right after me. 

    We sat for a minute in complete silence, letting the weed do its job. I used the time to think about how much more relaxed Ethan had been with me lately. Things seemed to have become normal between us again. This was the best part of my relationship with my son. Unlike other fathers, I considered Ethan more of a buddy. We hung out, drank beers, and smoked weed. Granted, I felt a certain fatherly duty, but I genuinely enjoyed his company and was really thankful he didn't seem to have a problem with me being gay even after I hid it from him all these years.

    I took a swig from my beer as I looked at the little, sorry excuse for a Christmas tree standing in the corner of my living room that my son had brought home. The damn thing was less than 4 feet tall and scrawny. Even with a string of lights and ornaments he picked up at the local Walmart, it still looked sad. 

    "By the way, Charlie Brown called, he wants his Christmas tree back," I joked to my son.

    "Fuck you and fuck Charlie Brown," Ethan retorted with a chuckle, lying back on the couch.

    We passed the joint between us a couple more times as we finished our beers. Just then a text message arrived on my cell phone. I picked it up from the table and tried to focus on the screen in my pot- and beer-induced haze. 

    "A hot date?" my son asked. 

    I scoffed. "Nah, it was Joel wishing me a happy birthday," I replied with the name of the person who lived here before Ethan.

    "A little late, isn't he?"

    "I'm actually surprised to hear from him at all," I regretted saying as the words left my mouth.

    "Why's that?" my son asked inquisitively.

    I took a deep breath, stood up, and grabbed our empty beer bottles. I walked towards the kitchen, using the time to quickly consider whether I should let Ethan in on more details of my life. He'd been very accepting of me being gay; at least that discovery hadn't put a strain on our relationship. I grabbed two more cold beers from the fridge, returned to the sofa, and handed one to my son who was still waiting for my answer.

    "You remember when I told you Joel moved out because he got another job in Jersey?" I asked Ethan as I sat back down. He nodded in response. 

    I took a deep breath and continued, "Well, that wasn't really the reason."

    I paused and waited for my son's reaction. Would he pick up on it? Was I being too ambiguous? Why was I afraid to say it? 

    "We weren't just roommates," I finally admitted. 

    Ethan didn't react – at least physically. I wasn't sure what he was thinking.

    "So, you guys were..." my son trailed off. 

    "Boyfriends," I said, answering his question with one word. 

    I saw a concerned look cross his face. "Wait, you didn't break up with him because I was moving in, did you?" Ethan asked. 

    I chuckled. "No, the timing was pure coincidence," I assured him. 

    "Why'd you break up then?"

    "Stupid shit. You know, silly arguments and shit like that," I lied. 

    The truth was that Joel found out about Cory and me fucking around, but I wasn't about to divulge that to Ethan. That topic nearly destroyed my relationship with my son, and I wanted to avoid it at all costs. 

    "Who knows, maybe someday you'll get back together with him," my son verbally contemplated. 

    "Well, in his text he invited me to a New Year's Eve party at his new place, so who knows?" I replied with a shrug. 

    Ethan's phone rang with a FaceTime call just as I finished my sentence. He looked at the phone, got a devilish grin on his face and said, "I gotta get this."

    He answered as he stood and started to walk towards his room. "Hey, babe," he greeted the caller. 

    "Hey, sexy," I heard a female voice respond.

    "What's up?" my son asked as he closed his bedroom door. 

    I smiled and shook my head as I remembered being his age and just as sexually charged. Hell, I still am – even more so now that Cory and I agreed to stop fucking around and Joel wasn't in my life either. Now, I was alone and constantly fucking horny. Ethan, on the other hand, had a virtual parade of girls come through here over the past couple of weeks including fellow college students and other older girls – no, women – in their mid- to late-20s. "An impressive feat for an 18-year-old," I thought with pride, admiration, and a bit of jealousy. 

    I remembered Ethan telling me after he brought that girl home from the club that it wasn't his first time, and he so casually admitted that he'd been having sex for several years now. I wondered how old my son was when he got started. My hand unconsciously moved down to my crotch and squeezed my cock. My other hand reached for the remote, turned on the TV, and surfed over to ESPN. I picked up my beer, relaxed, and enjoyed the buzz and being able to finally chill out. 

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    I sat and watched the show for about thirty minutes when the munchies kicked in. Ethan was still in his room and I hadn't heard anything since he went in there. He was probably just as hungry as me, so I decided to ask him if he wanted pizza. 

    I peeled myself from the sofa, walked over to his bedroom door and opened it to find my son completely naked sitting at his desk. His phone was in his left hand at arm's length in front of him and his right hand was wrapped around his rock-hard cock.

    "Oh, shit! Sorry," I apologized awkwardly.

    Ethan, on the other hand, seemed unfazed. He didn't jump, wasn't startled, and obviously wasn't embarrassed. 

    "Hold on, babe," he said smiling into the phone camera, looked over to me, and calmly said, "That's okay. What's up?" 

    I felt a bit tongue-tied. I tried to remain cool but I couldn't help staring. My son had been hitting the gym and I saw now that he had developed even more muscle than when he moved in a few months ago. His deltoids and biceps were well defined and his pecs looked as good as mine. As if that wasn't enough, his teenage cock was currently glistening with lube and precum. 

    "I, umm... I thought you might be hungry and I was going to order a pizza," I stammered. 

    "I'm talking to someone but we're about to finish up. I'll be there soon," Ethan replied coolly, all the while continuing to slowly stroke his cock.

    "Okay, I'll order. Take your time," I turned around and tried to shut the door behind me. Because I was moving so quickly, I realized it hadn't closed all the way and there was now a two-inch gap between the door and the frame.

    "Sorry, that was my... roommate," I heard my son say. It caught my interest, so I stood there and sneakily eavesdropped. I was amused that he would refer to me as his roommate. At least I'm not a cock-blocking father. 

    I heard the female voice but couldn't make out clearly what she said through the phone. Whatever it was, it seemed to be working for Ethan.

    "Yeah, you like this hard cock, baby?" I heard my son say, followed by the muffled moan of his female caller.

    "Look at this fucker leaking. Get your lips around my head and lick it up. Fuck yeah, look at all that precum. Slurp it all up," my son said with lust in his voice.

    I knew I shouldn't be listening to this, but I stood paralyzed. The cool dad part of me was proud of my boy for being such a stud, but the horned up gay man in me was so turned on seeing another hot guy stoking his hard cock and hearing him be so sexually graphic that my own cock was now growing to full mast as well. The fact that that hot guy happened to be my son didn't make much of a difference to me right now.

    I unconsciously reached down and started to squeeze my own throbbing cock through my sweats. I was riding a good buzz between the weed and beer. The intense rush I just experienced when I saw Ethan naked had my head and body reeling. 

    "Fuck baby, my cock would feel sooo good inside you. That's it, spread those legs open," I heard from the other side of the door. 

    I reached inside my sweats and rolled my foreskin up and down over the head of my cock. I was already leaking precum. My body shuddered from the sensations radiating from my cock. The idea that my son and I were experiencing this same sensation at the same time, just a few feet from each other, made me even hornier. 

    I leaned against the door jamb, closed my eyes and listened intently. I heard the unmistakable sound of a fist pumping a lubed, hard cock. Ethan's moans and grunts grew louder. Visions of his naked body danced in my head. Part of me, mostly the buzzed, horny gay man, was getting off on hearing this sexy 18-year-old stud pleasuring himself. The other part of me – the dad, his father who knew he shouldn't be doing this – was battling and losing to the buzzed, horny guy. 

    Ethan's FaceTime friend sounded close to her orgasm. I heard moans, and my son's strokes became faster… as did mine. My cock was slick with my own precum all the way. I slid my fist up and down at the same pace I heard Ethan stroking. 

    "You're gonna make me shoot soon!" my son exclaimed as his strokes grew to a frenzied pace, just like mine. I was lost in the moment and the excitement of pleasuring myself. I remained against the door jamb with my eyes closed, pumping my fist furiously up and down my blood-engorged cock, determined to keep pace with my boy. 

    "That's it, baby. Fuck, here I cum! HERE I CUM!!" my son yelled, before starting to moan and grunt like a wild animal. My eyes popped open as my right hand continued to furiously pump my cock. My brain instantaneously processed what I just heard, which caused my body to convulse as I spewed rope after rope of thick cum into my left hand. I tried to stifle my own moans and heavy breathing, but that didn't seem to be a concern for Ethan or his female friend as I heard them both cum at the same time.

    I needed to move quickly, but the vision of my son sitting on his chair naked, covered in his own heavy load of jizz held my imagination hostage. I finally snapped back to reality and looked at my cum-filled left hand. I brought it to my mouth and swallowed as much as I could. It was the cum that had produced that boy on the other side of the door... that boy who was now a fucking stud.

    I pulled up my sweatpants and quickly walked back to the sofa. I picked up my beer, took a swig, and re-lit the joint as the past several minutes started to replay in my mind. My son came out of his room not more than fifteen seconds later, wearing a pair of tight, white, low-rise briefs which hugged every muscle as well as his still-half-hard cock. I didn't want to stare, but I noticed a small wet spot on the pouch where his cockhead was visibly outlined. He returned to the same spot on the sofa as before and let out a contented sigh.

    "Had fun? I asked as I toked on the joint.

    "Fuck yeah. That was intense," Ethan replied proudly.

    "Pepperoni?" 

    I picked up my phone to order our pizza. I took one final drag, before taking the joint out my mouth and handing it to Ethan, who took a long toke. As he held the smoke in his lungs, I realized I'd handed him the joint with my left hand, which still had some of my cum on it.