It started with shaving his head. Age seventeen and constantly doing crunches. Working on his six-pack, while hanging out in his underwear. With the door open in his room, and with nothing on, totally naked and in yoga positions. He called it meditation and that it was better with some marijuana.
As a divorced, single deprived heterosexual, on his way to becoming a pervert it was a sexual turn on. My son, a boy with no clothes on. Something had changed for both of us.
Out of desperation and loneliness I pour my third glass of confusion. Report to my bedroom to get undress for bed. Down to my boxer shorts I brush my teeth. I look at the man I see in the mirror and I question everything slightly disappointed. Extremely lonely and horny.
Spit rinse and crawl in bed under the sheets. Take one last sip of my drink, before hitting the light switch.
Hiding in the corner the whole time. My son stands lowering his sweats. Completely naked he approaches my bed pulling back the sheets. He climbs on top of me saying just relax.
Starts kissing me on my neck and rubbing his body against mine.
He whispers I love you so much. Please give me a chance to prove that to you. It was a lesson about pleasure and needs and a gift of unspeakable love. From someone half my age. That knew me better, than I knew myself.
I just let him do his thing, he was in fact driving me crazy. Things just happen on auto pilot.
I end up a bottom. Fucked for the first time in my life I'm thinking I deserved the pain at first and savored every second. Payback for my evil thoughts. Having zero clue the pleasure it would turn into. For both of us, exactly what we needed. We climax
For our egos, our future and selfish pleasures. The picture in our heads of what happens next. What he really wanted as a gay young man. He was doing this all on purpose, dad seduction 101. This was a spiritual connection not really gay stuff. Despite the nightly blast to my ass from my son. For the next few years. Saying we can both get really good at this.
Before seriously looking for an actual boyfriends.
We started taking applications his third year in college. He was interviewing gay curious freshman just for fun. I was interviewing anyone and everyone for bigger.
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