I'm Dan, a 45 year old white guy, one of those guys who have been married to their job, mine is in silicon valley, I damn good programmer still employed, though now a freelancer. I've been separated from my wife and son for the last five years, though she tragically died in a car accident a short while ago and so I will be returning to my old home where my son, Tim, lives by himself now.
Work is all consuming for me; I enjoy the feel of control and mastery. I am vain, so I generally work out at the gym, swim and job to keep fit. For an old guy I'm in good shape, 5' 6" around 140 pounds. I'm a pretty solid body, firm muscular legs and firm strong arms.
Tim, who I haven't seen for many years, must be 20 or 21 years old by now. I wonder if I will recognize me?
I pull up after work at the once familiar winding driveway in my Benz convertible to my old home. It's roomy, secluded from the neighbors by tall bamboo all around the house, a Japanese gardening in the front, a heated pool, Jacuzzi, and a tennis court, off to the side.
I forgot how hot and sunny it is out here in Los Gatos, even this late in the day, almost 6 pm. I spot a tall, tan and slender young man striding toward me as I get my things out of the Benz convertible. My son is taller than me, probably by 2 or 3 inches, has his mother's blonde silky hair, he has leather sandals on and what looks like a skimpy yellow speedo swim suit. He looks good, his body is swimmer trim and muscular and he's completely hairless. He is definitely comfortable and cocky even dressed in as little as he is. I can't help notice my now adult man has inherited my manhood. Curled and held tightly in that almost nothing of a yellow fabric is a massive package. I'm certain he's... what's that term? Oh yeah, my wife would always tell me I was hung like a horse. Yup, that's me and as my son gets even closer, I'm certain that is true with him as well. He must spend a fair amount of time out in the sun, his body is richly tanned, and he looks model good. He also has his Dad's swaggering confidence as well.
I do the expected hug with him and that's when I realize that the speedo is barely covering his ass. Well actually some of his ass checks show a bit. I wanted my wife to wear something like this, but she never would. I'm surprised at myself as I stare at his ass when he walks ahead of me carrying both my bags, I carry my computer. Damn, he does look like one of those fashion models in that outfit. It is a shame that ass is not some hot babe's.
I wonder if he really strutted around like this when she was around to see him? She was always a shy modest type, at least as far as I knew her.
We talk like strangers getting to know each other. He insists on fixing me dinner. I watch him move with a dancers grace throughout the kitchen as he prepares some kind of fancy salad with strips of sautéed chicken and vegetables. I can't believe he's actually comfortable in that thing he is wearing. The fabric stretching and pressing into his ass crack must feel weird. But he acts like it's no big deal strutting around like this, so I gather he's ass is use to it. I can't get over this, kids are different today that's for sure. My parents would freak out if my sister wore that, as for me! They would lock me up on some therapist couch for years till I got over it. But, I confess on him it looks good. He is also a good cook. The meal is filling and tasty.
After thanking him for the meal I set up on the dining room table my lap top and papers and settle into my usual after dinner work while my son goes off to his room.
I finish my project and head off to sleep.