A month had passed since I had fucked my best friend Mac's son Hayden in his college dorm room. Now it was a typical Sunday afternoon in Mac's basement; downing a couple of beers and watching the game. I had thought about Hayden constantly in the past month but had been too afraid to reach out. Part of me still felt guilty and slightly dirty about what happened, but another part of me wanted nothing more than for it to happen again. I had masturbated to the memory countless times, and a week ago my wife Lisa and I had sex for the first time in ages, and the only way I could cum was to imagine my cock was inside Hayden instead. The dynamic with Mac was also slightly off. He didn't suspect a thing, which made me feel even more guilt, though it did admittedly turn me on.
Mac and I sat drinking beer, making small talk throughout the game. The usual meaningless conversations about work, sports, weather, until he uttered five words that immediately got my blood pumping: "Hayden's home for the weekend."
I nearly spit out my drink. I couldn't believe it. I had been at his house for hours and all this time Hayden had been just a few feet away. I tried to play it off as cool as I could.
"Oh ya? How's he liking college?"
"He's liking it." Mac said bluntly. "Oh thanks again for dropping off that printer for him."
"My pleasure." I said with a cheeky smirk on my face.
After that there was an awkward silence. Or at least it felt awkward. I tried to remain as calm as possible, trying not to act as excited as I was feeling.
"Is he out with friends or something?" I asked slyly.
"Nah he's here." Mac replied. My heart skipped a beat. There was a brief pause while I decided how to proceed.
"He doesn't wanna come down and watch the game with us?" An innocent enough question. Hayden used to love watching sports with us when he was younger.
"I asked, he said he was busy. Aw man check out the tits on her!" He motioned to the TV showing a toothpaste commercial with a busty announcer.
"Oh ya, sweet." I said unconvincingly. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I text Hayden? Should I even be thinking about this? We hadn't spoken in over a month and for all I know he was feeling regretful and guilty too. I finished my beer and tried not to think about it. I was just about to ask Mac to pass me another one when my phone buzzed. Mac didn't seem to notice, he was still fixated on the girl on TV.
I pulled it out and saw four inviting words: Upstairs bathroom. Five minutes.
My heart began pounding. I reread the short message at least a dozen times while debating what to do. I was a guest in my best friend's house, it was his only son, what was I even thinking? I put my phone away and tried to ignore it. But who was I kidding?
"I gotta piss." I said simply to Mac and stood up.
"Alright well hurry back, only 10 minutes left!"
"Ya ya." I said as I climbed the stairs and left the basement. On the main floor I kept a close eye out for Mac's wife, Kate. Last time I saw her she was in the living room watching TV. No sign of her. I crept up the stairs going to the second floor bathroom, no sign of Kate or Hayden anywhere. I ducked into the bathroom and closed the door. My heart was racing and I felt out of breath. What was I doing!? I stared at myself long and hard in the mirror and debated leaving the bathroom, going out the front door and simply going home. I turned to face the door but before I could move any further the door swung open to reveal Hayden, completely naked. He calmly came in and shut the door, grinning from ear to ear.
Before I could say anything he raised his hand and put a finger to his lips, motioning me to be quiet. I obeyed. Hayden walked over to me and within seconds he was in my arms and his lips on mine. I pulled him close and kissed him back more deeply and passionately than I had kissed anyone before. My hands felt his smooth back and grabbed his firm ass. As I squeezed it Hayden's tongue slipped into my mouth and I happily reciprocated. I couldn't take my hands off his ass, I could have squeezed it for hours, but Hayden had other ideas.