When his wife left him ten years ago, Allan never thought he’d see his eight-year-old son Tyler again. Though ten years have passed, Allan never moved on, though a fling with a crazy ex taught him new tongue techniques that made him a sex god in bed.
Allan loves routine. And there’s nothing like regular visits to the swimming pool to feast his eyes on the young twinks there, getting his visual fill so he can get home and jerk off, tear another sheet off the calendar and be done with it.
It’s a hot August, the month his son Tyler turns eighteen, and aside from feeling the regrets of a deadbeat dad, Allan has been extra horny. Little does he expect the day he catches the world’s cutest twink gawking at him from the badminton court that this humdrum existence will forever change.
Little does he realize what surprise awaits a mid-forties father who has given up all hope…
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Excerpt
“Okay if I jump in for a game?” I picked up a racket and went to the court opposite him.
“Sure!” he said, grinning ear-to-ear. His voice was higher than I’d expected, which told me this was probably an off-limits teen.
He served me and we got in a few volleys back and forth. He was quite agile, and though he was skinny, he had well-defined muscles. We had a few rounds of drawn-out volleys. He really sent me running all over the court. I made sure to do the same. Each time he had to squat low in a save, I took in that round butt again, the way it all but wanted to stretch his shorts. God, I was lucky today…
He didn’t speak to me the whole time. We had a few volleys. Soon, I was keeping score. Whoever this twink boy was, I felt right at home with him, as though I were with an old friend. Taking in his features, I found it remarkable how much he resembled me, and even those eyes and the color his hair.
Only now it struck me how much he reminded me of my son. Except, he looked nothing like the young man I’d imagined all these years, and what was the chance he’d find me after all the time that had passed? I’m sure Cheryl would have given him no information, and even, if she could manage, lead him to think I didn’t exist and was just some man he remembered from when he was young.
We tied. Finally, I went up to the net. “Good game, kid. Want another?”
He laughed, giving me that grin again. “I’m not a kid anymore, as of a week ago.”
What are the chances? I wondered, again feeling like I was living in a dream. At least I know he’s eighteen.
“Well, welcome to adulthood. And yeah…good game. Time to go to the hot tub now.”
I turned and left him, feeling shaken. This was the closest I’d come to flirting with the young jail-bait twinks, and I felt like an idiot brushing off someone I’d just learned is entirely legal, and probably flirting with me, would let me do anything to him…
And he might just as well be my son for all I know.
In the change room, I plunged into the hot tub’s bubbling warmth, closing my eyes. My heart thudded a steady drone, and I couldn’t stop thinking about that young man and what I wanted to do to him. I was mid-forties now, and here I was like some old pervert horned up for someone who was barely older than a kid…someone no older than my son. It was one thing to fantasize and jerk, but this moment where I had nearly crossed the line brought me face-to-face with how much a midlife crisis this actually was.
After some time, when I opened my eyes, I saw I wasn’t alone in the hot tub. The cute twink was sitting next to me…his thigh almost touching mine.
My heart skipped a beat. “Hello again.”