“Yes, well, I feel the same, and it frustrates me too. Can you fuck me now?”
Zander bent forward, kissed my spine. “My pleasure.”
He pulled out, then snapped his hips forward. Over and over he railed into me, making my fists tighten and my dick jerk. My balls were so damn full, precum leaking from my slit as we moved together, breathed together, his groin smacking against my ass.
Zander spit in his hand, wrapped it around my shaft, and stroked. He was already slick some from the lube, so his palm glided over me easily, twisting over my glans, then down my length again, working a load from me.
My body tingled, my thighs shook, everything too much, and then I shot, hot ropes of cum on his hand and the bed.
“Fuck!” Zander cursed, his dick twitching inside me, his movements jerkier, and I knew he’d succumbed to his orgasm too.
I fell down to the futon, and he went on top of me, chest against my back, his cock resting between my legs. “Best. Celebration. Sex. Ever.” His words were choppy and breathless, and somehow they made my chest feel warm.
“Well, considering I’m the best lay you’ve ever had…”
“Shut up, Harrison. I don’t have the energy to go back and forth with you.”
I didn’t laugh, though I felt it inside.
Zander rolled off me and onto his back. I looked up, and he had his eyes closed, dick soft against his thigh, condom filled with his release. I took it off him and tossed it into the trash.
His hand rested on his belly, his far leg bent toward the wall, his breathing steady. Holy shit, he’d crashed, just that quickly, that easily. Though I guess after the day he’d had—two jobs and then fucking—he was exhausted.
There was a towel hanging over the edge of his laundry basket, so I used that to clean us both up, then pulled the blanket over him. I took his cell from his pants pocket and plugged it into the charger.
“Zander…hey, do I need to set an alarm for you?” I asked softly, not wanting to wake him but also not wanting to risk him being late for work.
“It’s set…four thirty…” he mumbled, then rolled onto his side.
I’d wake up early to call him and make sure. I tugged my clothes on, then my shoes. Kissed his cheek, brushed the back of my hand over his face.
After turning out the light, I closed the door with a soft click behind me. It wasn’t until I was down the hall that I heard the noise in the kitchen. I looked over to see Ross pulling two cups from the cabinet.
Nerves worked their way down my spine, embarrassment flooding my cheeks. I was a forty-one-year-old man sneaking out of my son’s condo after being fucked by his friend. How in the hell had this even happened?
“Dad,” he said with a nod.
“Ross,” I replied.
“I hope you used protection. My father told me to always use a condom. It doesn’t matter if I’m having sex with a man, a woman, or someone nonbinary. Sex is fun, and I understand wanting to get laid, but it’s also a big responsibility. If you’re old enough to have it, you better be old enough to be smart about it.”
“Ha-ha,” I teased, grateful for his lightness on the matter. “And damn, I’m smart.”
“Eh.” He shrugged. “You’re okay.”
I leaned against the counter. “Listen…I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I also know this has to be a little uncomfortable. If you tell me no, I’ll stop.” Though it would kill me. This was just no-strings-attached fun, but…but it almost didn’t feel that way. It felt like more. “Or if you’d rather I asked Zander to go to my place, I can do that as well.”
“It’s clear you two like each other. Or at least like…you know. I’m not even gonna say it.”
“It’s not serious.” He knew that, but I wanted to make sure.
“Okay,” Ross replied. “As long as you’re both on the same page about that and I don’t ever have to pick sides.”
“Never.”
“You don’t usually…with the same person…at least not that I know. I guess you probably do, and I just never knew who they were. For someone who’s always kept the lines of communication open with me and talked to me about sex since I was a teenager… I mean, I knew you had to have it, but I never met anyone, and it wasn’t something you did at home.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I didn’t, but I didn’t spend eighteen years celibate.”
“God, I should hope not.”
“Ever since the moment your mom told me she was pregnant, you were all that mattered. Building a life for you, supporting you, loving you, having a stable home for you. Having different bed partners in and out of the house, that wasn’t what I wanted you to see.”