1. Saturday - A Tease from Steve
"People say that I am well endowed"
That was the not the response I expected when I asked Steve how was his first year in college. Choking on my tea and spilling it on myself, I frantically tried to clean up the mess, hoping to distract from my embarrassment.
"Are you blushing, dad?"
Busted again. I wouldn't dare to look at the direction where the voice was from, but scuttled to the kitchen. The floral mosaic on the kitchen tiles looked hypnotizing. I found myself instead standing in front of the sink, washing up the cup. The cool gurgling water flew over my hands. And came the voice from my behind.
"Is everything alright, Adam?"
Of course not! I growled inside. There, leaning on the kitchen's door, a 19 year old freshman with tousled brown hair and chiseled chin, he still kept a half of the grin on his cheek, gloating at the impact his tease had apparently provoked. When did he turn into this astonishingly handsome young man！And why he could not just ensconce on that sofa and keep watching the goddamn Saturday night TV!
I recomposed and lowered my voice:
"It's bedtime. You must be tired after the long drive home".
I felt relieved after coming up the proper things to say and re-concentrated on pretending washing the cup over and over. The scent of the detergent never smelled fresher.
"Good night, dad"
He gave me a quick hug from behind and a peck on the neck, then disappeared to his bedroom on the second floor.
Yet his words were echoing in my mind. Where did the "joke" come from? If it was a joke anyway...I instantly wiped off the image of a pink long hard cock emerging from the mind. And yes, I did my fair share of "experimenting" in college years too, with both girls and boys. Among the boys, I remembered the time when my roommate Johny and I locked ourselves in dorms for days, exploring the each other's body, and convulsing in orgasms till completely tapped out. He is a family man too now with his wife and a son 4 year younger than Steve. We've never spoken of theses time again after graduation. And telling from the big smile of his on the photo of the Christmas family greeting cards every year, I felt reassured that he had left all that behind him as well.
I, Adam Wilsons, in his early 40s, have the life in check too: after the divorce of the first marriage, I met Anne, the mother of Steve. It has been a fulfilling second marriage of nine years so far: I've got promoted as the lead architect in the firm; Anne made partner in her law firm; we are comfortable. Even though Anne and I did not have child of our own, watching Steve growing up made me happy and I hoped my company guided him too through his formative years.
But "People say that I am well endowed"? Steve and I have never talked about such topics. I think the Internet always finds its ways to imbue the curious teenagers with all sorts of materials. And he never had friends in high school stayed over the night, so there was not the day-after breakfast talk either. Anne and I even don't know if he is into guys or girls: he would blush and chuckle, but never give an answer. And "PEOPLE say that...", first year already turned him from an innocent boy to a guy with a reputation? Is a promiscuous lifestyle waiting ahead of him which will hinder his academic performance?
And more seriously, the passed moment was indeed a tease from him? Did he find out somehow that i was not hundred percent straight? Then what was the telltale, and since when...
As I laid in bed, I reminded myself to make appointment tomorrow morning with Matt, the masseur. The fishbowl on his front desk could have been filled up with my cum bursted there, for my visits in all the past years every time I could no longer suppress my cravings for men...
"People say that I am well endowed"
That was the not the response I expected when I asked Steve how was his first year in college. Choking on my tea and spilling it on myself, I frantically tried to clean up the mess, hoping to distract from my embarrassment.
"Are you blushing, dad?"
Busted again. I wouldn't dare to look at the direction where the voice was from, but scuttled to the kitchen. The floral mosaic on the kitchen tiles looked hypnotizing. I found myself instead standing in front of the sink, washing up the cup. The cool gurgling water flew over my hands. And came the voice from my behind.
"Is everything alright, Adam?"
Of course not! I growled inside. There, leaning on the kitchen's door, a 19 year old freshman with tousled brown hair and chiseled chin, he still kept a half of the grin on his cheek, gloating at the impact his tease had apparently provoked. When did he turn into this astonishingly handsome young man！And why he could not just ensconce on that sofa and keep watching the goddamn Saturday night TV!
I recomposed and lowered my voice:
"It's bedtime. You must be tired after the long drive home".
I felt relieved after coming up the proper things to say and re-concentrated on pretending washing the cup over and over. The scent of the detergent never smelled fresher.
"Good night, dad"
He gave me a quick hug from behind and a peck on the neck, then disappeared to his bedroom on the second floor.
Yet his words were echoing in my mind. Where did the "joke" come from? If it was a joke anyway...I instantly wiped off the image of a pink long hard cock emerging from the mind. And yes, I did my fair share of "experimenting" in college years too, with both girls and boys. Among the boys, I remembered the time when my roommate Johny and I locked ourselves in dorms for days, exploring the each other's body, and convulsing in orgasms till completely tapped out. He is a family man too now with his wife and a son 4 year younger than Steve. We've never spoken of theses time again after graduation. And telling from the big smile of his on the photo of the Christmas family greeting cards every year, I felt reassured that he had left all that behind him as well.
I, Adam Wilsons, in his early 40s, have the life in check too: after the divorce of the first marriage, I met Anne, the mother of Steve. It has been a fulfilling second marriage of nine years so far: I've got promoted as the lead architect in the firm; Anne made partner in her law firm; we are comfortable. Even though Anne and I did not have child of our own, watching Steve growing up made me happy and I hoped my company guided him too through his formative years.
But "People say that I am well endowed"? Steve and I have never talked about such topics. I think the Internet always finds its ways to imbue the curious teenagers with all sorts of materials. And he never had friends in high school stayed over the night, so there was not the day-after breakfast talk either. Anne and I even don't know if he is into guys or girls: he would blush and chuckle, but never give an answer. And "PEOPLE say that...", first year already turned him from an innocent boy to a guy with a reputation? Is a promiscuous lifestyle waiting ahead of him which will hinder his academic performance?
And more seriously, the passed moment was indeed a tease from him? Did he find out somehow that i was not hundred percent straight? Then what was the telltale, and since when...
As I laid in bed, I reminded myself to make appointment tomorrow morning with Matt, the masseur. The fishbowl on his front desk could have been filled up with my cum bursted there, for my visits in all the past years every time I could no longer suppress my cravings for men...
