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.