I would be lying if I said that I was totally stunned about what I saw that afternoon when I came home early from work that day back in the summer of 1988 and saw my son and his best friend in his bed, naked as they day they were born, nor was I shocked about what they were doing.
As I passed the doorway of my son Norman Jr. and saw him kneeling at his friend Kenny's hip enthusiastically performing fellatio on him, I froze in place. I wasn't there more than 5 seconds before retreating back down the hall, but I learned quite a lot in that brief time.
The fact that my son was, if not gay then quite bisexual, was no surprise to me. My wife had no clue, insisting one time that Junior was, in her words, "No more gay than you are."
She was right in that regard, because she married somebody who fit that description quite well. What Junior was doing that afternoon was what I spent many a day doing back when I was 18, and in fact my wife Dorothy was the first, and likely last woman I would have sex with. I love my wife, but more like a sister than anything else, and while that's not fair to her, that's the way it is.
Back in the 60's, being gay was not something that many people went around bragging about, because it not only got you verbally and physically abused, it made you a pariah in many circles and put limitations on any career aspirations you might have.
So I married like it was expected of me, and 24 years later I was looking at my son, however briefly, and wishing it was me there. In that five seconds I saw that Junior was a lot like me, and that's not necessarily a great thing in many ways.
My son was built a lot like me, that was for sure, and while his husky build and hairy body was certainly no surprise since we live in the same house together, when I saw his erection I cringed when I saw that he had inherited the same short fat stub I had been blessed with.
My eyes spent little of those seconds on my son, however, and not only because I have no interest in my boy that way. His friend Kenny was another story all together, and when I backed up from the doorway and went outside it was that adorable little guy that was on my mind.
Safely outside, I tried to get my heart beating at a somewhat normal rate while my mind tried to comprehend what I had just seen in there, and I came to the conclusion that I must have had a strange angle or something because what I had seen seemed impossible.
I was so aroused that I found myself walking along the side of the house up to my son's bedroom window, regretting the fact that I wasn't about a foot taller so I could see what I was listening to.
I stood out there for about 5 minutes, and if any neighbors saw me they would have thought I was strange, although what I did wasn't what I wanted to do. I just stood there and listened. I knew what they were doing well enough, and it was obvious that my son no longer had Kenny's cock in his mouth because he was the one moaning and grunting as I heard the bed squeak and their bodies slap together.
I left after they were done, hurrying out to my car and coasting back down the driveway, not starting the car until I was out on the road, and as I drove I realized that I was drenched with sweat, my shirt stuck to my skin even though it wasn't THAT warm out.
As for the big wet spot in the front of my trousers, that wasn't sweat but a testimony as to how much my erection had drooled while I listened to Kenny fucking my son. I hadn't jerked off - that would come after I got down to the park and walked into the woods - grateful that the place was deserted, and when I came I came hard and fast, tattooing the ground with my load while I leaned against a tree.
Hanging around the park for a while until my trousers dried off, my mind kept replaying that vision of Kenny on his back in the bed, only when I imagined it, it was me that was with Kenny instead of my son.
This wasn't the first time I had thought about Kenny, but it was the first time that I did it without feeling guilty. You see, although Kenny was older than my son - a year older than Norman Jr., he didn't look it.
The two of them - my son and Kenny - were both about 5'8" or so, but while my football lineman son was around 200 pounds solidly packed on that squat frame, Kenny weighed half of that. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but he was a slender kid whose long light brown hair made him look slightly effeminate although he didn't act that way.
Come to think of it, I mused as I sat at the park picnic table in the park, Kenny looked a lot like another one of Junior's friends, Timmy, who I hadn't seen in quite a while, not since Kenny became a regular around our house. Could it be that my son not only resembled me physically, but was attracted to the same type guys?
Back in the day, I had enjoyed my share of Kenny's and Timmy's, guys that seemed to be exact opposite of me. I loathed the way I looked back then as and now, a lumbering neanderthal, and found myself drawn like a moth to the flame for guys like Kenny. For whatever reason, many of them found me desirable too, proving that opposites sometimes do attract.
One thing I knew though, after the wet spot in my trousers dried, was that being around Kenny would be different now, and a lot more difficult too, because that image of him on the bed would be all that I saw.
***
I had sex with my wife Dorothy that night, and while I pounded into her it wasn't her trim, still girlish looking body I was imagining, but Kenny. We had sex the next night too, after Junior told me that he was going to be out late with his "friend", and it was the way I liked it best, even though Dorothy didn't care for it much.
"It makes me feel weird," Dorothy would always say whenever I would coax her into using the strap-on, while I would pretend that it was no big deal and that it was only a way to keep things fresh in our marriage.
It probably looked weird, but since I was on all fours with my face to the headboard while she lubed my ass and slid the rubbery dong into me, I didn't see it, and in my mind it wasn't my wife thrusting into me, it was Kenny.
And it was good.
***
"Now that's something I should be doing," I yelled out the car window as I pulled up to the kid who had just stopped jogging and was bent over and holding onto the edges of his shorts while catching his breath.
"Oh, hi Mr. Green," Kenny said as he looked over at who had pulled up next to him.
It was no accident that I had appeared there, having seen my son's friend jogging about 5 minutes ago and had discretely followed him around, watching his lithe body gracefully going down the street and fantasizing.
Kenny was dressed modestly, pretty much the way he looked a lot of times when he swam in our pool, only with a tank top on to go along with the baggy shorts. I was never a fan of the shorts, always wishing that Kenny wore something a little more revealing, but after seeing him naked that look started to make more sense.
After a couple minutes of idle chat I suggested that he looked thirsty, and if he wanted we could go get a soda on something, and to my surprise and delight he agreed.
"Ran dry a while back," Kenny explained as he showed me the plastic bottle attached to a belt loop as he climbed into the car.
"We can hit the Burger King drive-thru," I suggested, and Kenny said that was fine.
That saved me the trouble of explaining my erection if I had to get out of the car, but after we got the sodas Kenny expressed some concern.
"I probably reek," Kenny said as I drove down to the park, but I assured him that he smelled just fine.
I omitted the part that if he wanted me to I would be glad to lick the perspiration off of his sweaty body, because I never minded fresh sweat at all and Kenny was dripping wet.
The little sprays of golden hairs under his skinny arms were barely visible as they were pasted against the skin of his armpits, and I wondered what he would do if I leaned over and tasted them? Did my son ever do that to him?
"Place is deserted," I said as we pulled into the lot of the park.
"Yeah, for some reason nobody really goes here," Kenny said. "Sometimes at night though - well, you can imagine. Drinking and - stuff."
"I'll bet," I said while turning off the car, and for some reason added, "Do you and Norm come down here much?"
"Sometimes," Kenny admitted, grinning so his dimples showed, and I saw a little flush of color appear on his smooth cheeks as he sipped from his straw.
My eyes kept going over to those baggy shorts, wishing that there was a way to make them disappear, and after making some small talk about what his sophomore year of college would be like, I guess the heat got to me.
"You know, I have to tell you something," I heard myself say. "Last week, I - and it was an accident - I left work early, and..."
"I know," Kenny said, staring out the front window,
"You do?" I asked, and after Kenny nodded, still staring out the window, I apologized. "You saw me?"
"Yeah. Norm didn't though. Didn't you know about me and Norm?" Kenny said.
"I suspected, but his Mom didn't - still doesn't," I explained. "Anyway, I just wanted to say I was sorry."
"Me too," Kenny said. "Sorry you didn't stay."
"Huh?"
"It was sexy," Kenny said. "I didn't mind. Lotsa times out at the pool - didn't you ever notice me looking at you?"
"Me?"
"Omigod yes," Kenny said. "That would be my number one fantasy, being in bed with you two."
"I could never..." I said, but found myself reaching over and putting my hand on Kenny's thigh, under the edge of the leg of the shorts. "I haven't done anything like this in so long, but if you weren't my son's boyfriend."
"We're all family, sort of," Kenny said, swallowing hard while looking my way for the first time. "Aren't we?"
"I want to suck your cock so bad," I blurted out while I squeezed Kenny's skinny thigh.
"I can go home and shower," Kenny said, but I shook my head no.
"I'll lose my nerve," I said as I leaned over, reaching for the lever than would recline Kenny's seat, and when I did that Kenny lifted his butt off of the seat and yanked his shorts and underwear down fast.
The seat had just started to go back when I glanced up over Kenny's shoulder.
"Shit!" I said, letting go of the seat lever and straightening up when I saw a car pull into the lot.
"Cops?" Kenny yelped, a look of horror on his face, and while it wasn't cops it might as well have been as a car with a couple, a man and woman, swung into the lot and parked down at the other end.
"No," I said, able to look down at them over Kenny's shoulder. "They're eating lunch I think."
"Shit," Kenny said.
"Don't," I said when Kenny started to pull up this shorts. "They can't see us from there."
