Temptations

*****The following story is a work of fiction. All characters in the story are 18-years-old or older.*****

Friday

I walked through the front door of the house and the first thing I did was check the mail. As I sifted through it, I called for my son, Hunter. But there was no answer. I sighed and tossed the mail back in the bin.

"At least he brought in the mail," I said to myself.

As I walked down the hallway to Hunter's bedroom, my work boots thudded against the wood surface. I knocked on the door, then opened it, "Hey Hunter," I said.

To my surprise, his friend Omar was over, "Hello to you as well, Omar."

Omar smiled at me, "Hi Mr. Mullen."

"Hey dad," Hunter said to me, "Omar is going to stay over. Is that okay?"

"Of course, Omar is welcome any time. Tell me when you boys are hungry and I'll make us something."

"Sorry dad, we ate already."

"I see, it's okay. Well, you boys have a good night. It was a rough day at work so I'm going to hit the shower."

I close the door to the room.

To be honest, I was too tired to make food. The work day had been busy and I needed rest. I grabbed my towel and went to shower.

After the shower, I left the restroom. The house was dark and Hunter's bedroom was still closed. The boys were still up though, I could tell from the light of the TV coming through the bottom of the door. I was glad that Hunter had a good friend like Omar. The two had been friends since freshman year of high school. The two were close like brothers.

In the bedroom, I removed the damp towel and hung it over the back of a chair. I strolled across the room naked to my drawer. Right next to it was my stand-up mirror. I gazed at my 39 year old body. In high school and college I was on the football team. I kept my physique from them by going to the gym 4 times a week. Hunter would occasionally join me. The major difference between my body of yesteryear was the gray. I had a thicker beard, but it had hints of gray. My hair was salt and pepper look, cut short. Despite my physique, I couldn't keep my wife, Martha. Turns out your high school sweetheart only lasts until your only child turns 18. The love for each other had been fading for years, but we remained together for Hunter. Last year was when we finally divorced.

There was no animosity between us though. We split and went to live our separate lives. She quickly found a new man. A realtor in Los Angeles who rode a motorcycle and knew martial arts. While I on the other hand was single. I went on a few dates, but a relationship never formed with any of the girls. Dating is different nowadays. It wasn't like it was when I was dating. As for the sex life, it was non-existent. Other than my hand, I hadn't felt the touch of another person.

'A dry spell' as some may call it.

But I was fine with it. Of course, I felt the urge, but I couldn't go out and pay for sex. Or even use one of them hook up apps. Perhaps I was too old fashioned. Instead I would jerk off when Hunter wasn't home. All the jerking off reminded me of when I was a teenager.

I stood beside my drawer and opened it. My underwear lay neatly folded in the top drawer, just like my father taught me. There were all styles of underwear, boxers, boxer briefs, trunks, and briefs. I even owned a few jocks; which were mostly worn when I ran. The briefs were worn when I put on jeans or for physical activities, such as the gyms or sports. Something caught my attention when I reached for the first pair. In the back of the drawer was a package. I reached for it and pulled it out. It was a pack of tighty-whitey briefs my mother had bought me for Christmas. It was meant as a joke to remind me of when I was a kid. Hunter had also received the same gift. I smiled at the memory. My father wore tighty-whities all his life.

I had never opened the pack because I hadn't worn tighty-whities since I was in middle school. With my index finger I opened the package, I needed to relax, why not slip on a pair. When I went to high school I quickly switched over to boxers. I couldn't be seen in the locker room with tighty-whities on.

I unfolded a pair and put them on, then stood in front of the mirror. The underwear hugged my body well, it was a bit tight, hence the name, but they were comfy. They made my package look huge though. It looked like I had stuffed an orange into my underwear. I wondered if this underwear would get me any action.

I laughed, "Yeah right, Chris. No one ever got laid wearing tighty-whities."

I ran my hand against the soft cotton fabric of the underwear. It felt good. I turned around and saw my butt in the mirror. The underwear supported me well. It fits like a snug glove.

After putting some cream on, I climbed into bed in just my tighty-whities and turned out the lights. Sleep was what I needed right now. I stared out the window for a few seconds before closing my eyes and entering sleep.

The clock read 11:34 pm when I woke up to use the bathroom. I stepped out into the hallway in just my underwear. The boys were asleep, indicated by the lack of light coming from Hunter's bedroom. In the restroom, I took a piss and washed my hands. I felt thirsty so I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

The moonlight beamed through the kitchen window. In the distance I could hear a dog barking; probably at a raccoon. I opened the cabinet and pulled out a glass, then poured water into it from the faucet. I drank all of it and placed the empty glass next to the coffee maker.

I turned around to look through the sliding glass doors when I noticed the basement door was ajar. Which was strange, the basement door was always closed. I approached it and noticed some light coming from below.

Could the boys be down there? For what? All that was down there was an old couch and a TV that wasn't even connected to the cable. You'd only get infomercials this time of night. There has been a plan to turn the basement into a sort of man-cave, but with the divorce, money grew tight like my underwear.

Out of curiosity, I approached the door and opened it. Cautiously, I descended the stairs quietly like a cat. I was about halfway down the stairs when something shocking caught my attention. My eyes grew wide, I couldn't believe what I was viewing.

Hunter sat on the couch in front of the TV, his arms spread across the back of it. His sleep pants were around his knees and above his crotch was a head, moving up and down. It was Omar! My son's cock was out from the fly of his boxers while Omar sucked on it. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.

What was I watching? Was it a dream?

I remained still as I watched them. The last time I checked, Hunter was straight. What was going on? I wanted to stop them but for some reason I couldn't. Instead, I felt an impression in my briefs. It was my cock; it was growing. Why? Why was I aroused by this? I was a straight man.

A moan broke me from my thoughts.

Omar lowered his head and swallowed the entire length of Hunter's cock. Hunter's head tilted back as his eyes closed. My hand reached for my groin where I gently rubbed my thumb against it. I thought back to the various times I had received a blowjob. I could still remember the feeling.

I shook my head. No this was wrong, I had to leave.

Omar lifted his head. Saliva dripped from his lips as he stared up at my son. The large phallus stood erect covered in saliva and precum.

I had to leave, so I did.

Quietly I left and made it to the bedroom where I slammed the door shut. My mind raced from what I had just seen. I couldn't believe it. When did this start happening? Was he gay now? Bisexual? What was going on?

I looked up and noticed myself in the reflection of the mirror. A tent was in my briefs. I was still aroused. It had to be because of the sexual drought and not that I found the whole thing hot. I lay in bed and closed my eyes, then began to imagine a beautiful woman; naked before me. She's on her knees with my hardened cock before her lips. I reach into my underwear and begin to pleasure myself.

Within a few moments. I'm rock hard again as I imagine her worshiping my cock. I felt the pleasure from my stroking. The tip was covered and uncovered by my foreskin. I continued to stroke myself to near climax until the woman disappeared in my mind. In her place was Omar. His brown eyes stared up at me while my swollen cock expanded his mouth.

I opened my eyes. I wasn't gay. Why did I imagine Omar?

I couldn't finish so I put my cock away, then went to bed.

Saturday Morning

The next morning I woke up to silence. The boys must've still been asleep. Last night felt like a dream. Perhaps it was?

I put on my lounge pants and a shirt, then walked to Hunter's bedroom. Slowly, I opened the door and saw Hunter laying on the bed while Omar was face down on the floor.

Was it a dream? It had to be, I told myself.

I closed the door and felt relieved. It was just a dream. I don't know what caused it but it was over.

It was Saturday and I had a lot to do. The boys would wake up soon, so I ordered breakfast. While it was being delivered, I went around the house cleaning up and going through the weekly mail.

While I did so, the image of Omar performing oral on Hunter kept popping into my mind. I couldn't believe I dreamt of that. I knew Omar was gay, but never did that ever cross my mind. Nor have I thought about having sex with a man.

The doorbell broke me from my thoughts. I grabbed the food and went to Hunter's room to tell him breakfast was here. The boys washed up and came to eat with me.

The three of us sat at the table eating breakfast when I asked, "How did you boys sleep?"

Hunter shrugged while Omar replied, "I slept fine."

"Hunter, why didn't you take out the air mattress for him?"

Hunter shrugged, "I forgot. Plus, Omar likes sleeping on the floor."

I turned to Omar for the truth, "Is that so?"

Omar smiled, "I do Mr. Mullen. I have four brothers so there wasn't space for all of us in a bedroom growing up. So some of us had to sleep on the floor."

"I see. And I've told you to not call me Mr. Mullen, it makes me feel old," Omar laughed and I continued, "I can't sleep on the floor. My years of football denies me of that."

Omar laughed, "Oh yeah, I forgot you played football. It must've been fun in the locker room."

Hunter shot a look at Omar, "Dude, come on."

"What? I'm just teasing."

"It's okay," I said to Hunter, "Yes, we did have a lot of fun in the locker room. I'm sure Hunter had his fair share of fun in the locker room," I teased.

"Dad, come on," he cried.

"Especially behind the locker rooms," Omar grinned.

"Oh? Getting lucky behind the locker room? Been there," I said.

Hunter's face flushed red, while Omar and I laughed.

It was definitely a dream. I felt relieved.

I grabbed Hunter's shoulder and squeezed it, "I'm just messing with you son. We've all had that experience."

"I certainly have," Omar said to me. He winked at me. And at that moment the dream flashed in my vision.

"Can we not talk about that stuff?" Hunter pleaded.

"Alright, we'll change the subject. Are you boys excited for the football game next Saturday?"

They nodded their heads. Omar's head went a bit low and showed me the top. Immediately I was reminded of the same look when I saw him go down on my son in the dream.

I became nervous.

I tossed the napkin on the empty plate, "Excuse me, I have to make a call."

I entered my room and shut the door. My head was flooded with that dream. I couldn't believe it. The dream wouldn't shake from my mind. Why? Why all of the sudden was this dream plaguing my mind? Omar had come over hundreds of times but never have I had these thoughts. So what caused it?

I shook my head and went back to the dining room. I passed the boys and headed to the counter to grab me a glass of orange juice. My mind was plagued with the dream as I reached for a glass. Then there it was. The empty glass that I had left next to the coffee maker last night.

I gulped. It wasn't a dream? Were they really having sex in the basement?

I reached for the glass and stared at it. Everything around me faded as I gazed at it. My mind raced as I tried to figure it all out. The image remained though of Omar sucking on Hunter's cock. Then it all came back to me, the moment I couldn't jerk off because his eyes filled my vision.

"Dad!" Hunter called.

I shook my head. My throat was dry, "Yes, Hunter?"

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Oh okay," it was nearly a whisper. I was in shock.

Hunter went to the bathroom, which was behind the kitchen. It then dawned on me that he left me with Omar. Who wasn't even at the table, instead he was behind me washing the dishes.

"You don't have to do that, Omar," I said.

"Nonsense, Chris. It's the least I could do for you being so welcoming."

I stepped away from the counter and leaned on the back door. Omar was a thing man; almost no fat on the boy. He was tall and lean muscular, no facial hair. Feminine features. Despite the figure, he had a curvy plump butt. It was the first time I really got to see him this way. Omar was on the same college football team as Hunter. The two have been teammates since high school. Did Omar have sex with the rest of the college team? Gary? Mitchell? Scott?

I rubbed my temple. It was getting to me. Then I felt someone's hands on mine. They were soft and wet. I raised my head to see Omar grabbing the glass, "Do you want me to wash this?" he smiled.

I nodded and let the glass go.

My heart was pounding.

"I didn't get to ask, but how did you sleep last night, Chris?" he said as he washed the glass.

I mumbled, then cleared my throat, "I slept fine. It was a bit chilly last night," I approached the counter and leaned my hips against it, "Did you feel cold?" I don't even know why I was asking. I knew the answer.

Omar smiled, "It was, but I was warm," he reached for the rag next to me but failed to grab it. It fell in front of my feet. Omar bent over to reach it and his head brushed up against my bulge. This caused me to jerk.

"Oh I'm sorry," he said.

"It's fine, a simple mistake."

Omar's eyes lowered to the oval impression in my pants, "I see where Hunter got it from."

I gulped, "Got what?"

"The bulge. You think I haven't checked out your son?"

I know you've done more than check out his bulge. I wanted to say.

"Does he know that you're checking him out?"

"Of course, I always tell him that he looks good. He doesn't care."

Omar finished the dishes and dried his hands, "But there is something he doesn't know."

I grew more nervous that I began to shake. The temperature in the room climbed. "What's that?" I mumbled out.

"That you were watching us last night on the stairs."

My eyes grew wide and I froze. How did he even know? I was covered in darkness when I was perched on the stairs. "How?"

It wasn't a dream.

Omar slowly approached me. Our bodies were inches from each other. A smile hung on his face. "Did you like what you saw?" he said in a seducing tone.

I gasped when I felt Omar's hand on my bulge. Gently he rubbed it, "I thought about calling you down there to join the fun. I've always been curious if you're bigger than your son."

I couldn't move. I was frozen. The man had me under a spell.

Omar gazed at me as he removed his hand from my bulge and reached for the straps of my lounge pants. My mind told me to stop, but I couldn't. I was petrified by the young man's advances. He opened the pants, breaking the gaze, and looked at the erection pressed up against my briefs. "Tighty-whities? A dad's underwear. You look so hot in them."

"Oh," I said as I felt Omar's hand on my cock. Gently he stroked it through the cotton fabric. Immediately I felt the pleasure. I wanted him to stop, but I couldn't. Deep down inside I wanted this. I wanted the release and Omar was that release.

"We can't do this," I moaned.

Omar opened the underwear and pulled out my throbbing cock, "Ooh, you're bigger than him and uncut," he rubbed his palm against the tip causing me to moan, "I think we can do this."

He continued to stroke my cock, "Hunter's in the house," I protested.

"We both know Hunter likes to take his time in the shower, Mr. Mullen," Omar lowered himself to his knees.

"It's Chris..." my voice trailed as I felt his warm wet mouth around my cock. Waves of intense pleasure quickly washed over me as he worshipped my manhood. His tongue licked the sensitive tip like a lollipop. It swirled around it and between the slit. He moved slowly though, taking in every moment he could with my large cock.

Omar knew how to worship a cock.

I looked down at Omar. My stiff and veiny cock was stuffed in his mouth. His hazel eyes stared up at me as he moved his head back and forth. Saliva and precum leaked from the sides of his lips. His right hand slid up my hairy body and pushed up my shirt, exposing my rock hard abs. While his left hand moved up and down my thighs, then around to my butt where I felt a tight squeeze.

The shower was still running.

Omar continued to pleasure my neglected cock. It had spent years without being worshipped by another person.

I held up my shirt to relieve Omar of the task. His hands grabbed my butt cheeks as he swallowed my cock into his throat. My eyes rolled back and my knees bent as I felt the explosion of pleasure wash over me. The tight warm wet throat muscles tightened around the upper half of my 8 inch cock. I couldn't believe he could fit a thick cock in his throat. It was a beer can size in girth.

The immense pleasure almost made me cum, but Omar pulled out the cock from his throat denying me the much needed climax.

We stared at each other as the shower turned off.

It was over. The moment had come and gone. Omar stood up, "Too bad we couldn't finish," he bit his lower lip, "Perhaps another opportunity could present itself."

Omar turned around and walked out of the kitchen,

Quickly, I pulled up my underwear and pants.

Saturday Evening

After the encounter with Omar, I got dressed and left; I couldn't be at home. As I drove to the city for some errands, my mind raced. I couldn't believe I let that happen. I should've stopped him, but I couldn't. It felt like I was under a spell. What was going on with me?

I parked the truck outside Home Depot and walked inside. Hunter and I were going to replace the bathroom cabinets so I need to check them out. It felt like a good idea to do to hopefully take my mind off things.

As I walked down the aisle, I noticed a young Home Depot employee. Tall and skinny, just like Omar. I gulped then walked to another aisle. What was going on with me? I wasn't gay. I liked women.

When I rounded the corner I crashed into a shopping cart. "Woah, you okay there buddy?" the driver of the cart said, "Hey, Chris is that you?"

I rubbed my knee and looked, it was my friend, "Hey Dallas, funny see you here."

Dallas and I had been friends for a few years now. We met at work. A great guy, very funny.

He laughed, "I'm sorry about crashing into you.

"No, it's my fault. What brings you here?"

"Oh, the wife wants a new kitchen faucet. You?"

"Hunter and I are going to change the cabinets of the restroom," as we spoke as the employee walked into view behind Dallas. My mind flooded with the images of Omar on his knees with my cock in his mouth. Everything around me disappeared as the employee changed in my mind to Omar. He turned to me and smiled.

"Chris!"

I shook my head, "Oh, I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I rubbed my eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's been a busy week at work."

"Oh yeah, you got promoted. Congrats. Hey, I gotta let you go, the wife is calling. It was nice seeing again. Call me and we'll have a BBQ."

"Yeah, of course."

The employee walked towards me and I felt anxious as we made eye contact. "Do you need something sir?"

I shook my head, "No, thank you. I just came to check out the cabinets."

"If you need anything, hollar," his voice was soft like Omars.

The employee walked away.

I bought a few things, then went home. Hunter had texted me that they had gone out. Which would leave the house to myself for a few hours. I bought some food then drove home.

I ate then went to my bedroom.

The laptop login page stared at me while I sat at my desk. It felt like I was under the influence of some sort of drug. A spell like I mentioned before. I had to overcome this, I couldn't allow Omar to seduce me once again.

I snapped my fingers when an idea popped into my mind.

I went to a pornsite and began looking for straight porn. Maybe if I watched enough straight porn it would quell the desire to have sex with him. I laughed as I felt like I was a teenager watching porn again.

After finding a video, I opened my pants and underwear. Precum had already begun to leak from my dick. I began to jerk off.

I watched as the big breasted woman unzipped the man's pants and his massive cock flopped out before her. Her eyes grew wide with excitement as she wrapped her fingers around the thick and veiny shaft; gently stroking it. Next, she gazed up at him and opened her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the mushroom shaped tip and she began to suck on it. Her gaze never faltered as she took the cock deeper into her mouth.

I stroked myself with my left hand in a twisting motion making sure the foreskin lathered up the tip. I felt the waves of pleasure course through my body. The feeling reminded me of the pleasure Omar had given me causing the image of him on his knees to flash in my mind. I shook my head and focused on the video. She swallowed the cock into her throat. The guy moaned and another memory flashed in my mind. That explosion of pleasure that came when Omar took my cock into his throat rushed through me.

I paused the stroking and rubbed my eyes. I had to stop. I needed to jerk off and get it over with.

I continued watching the video. The camera angle had shifted from a side to a top down view. The male POV. She stared up at him with her emerald eyes as the swollen cock filled the gaps of her mouth. My mind changed to Omar. I couldn't resist it. I imagined him on his knees before me with my cock in his mouth. Moaning as he moved his head back and forth. As the tip of my cock entered his throat to expand it.

I had to stop.

So I did.

I turned off the laptop and tucked my erection away. I needed to get out.

I needed a distraction, so I chose to wash some clothes. As I gathered a pile to wash I realized I didn't have enough for a load. I had even swapped out the pair I was wearing for a clean one. Which were navy blue Calvin Klien briefs.

Needing more clothes I went to Hunter's room to see if he had any that needed to be washed. As I searched the room, I thought of the package of tighty-whities my mother had bought him. Would he still have them? I approached the top drawer and opened it, inside I found his neatly folded boxers and boxer-briefs. I dug through them and buried underneath the underwear was the package of underwear my mother had bought him. To my surprise they were opened. All completely untouched with the exception of one pair. Perhaps he had tried on a pair or worn one on a laundry day.

My heart was beating. Was it because I was worried about getting caught looking through my son's underwear drawer or that maybe he could be gay?

I closed the drawer and opened the hamper, then pulled out the dirty clothes. To the side of the hamper was a pile of clothes. I immediately noticed that they weren't Hunters, rather they were Omar's. A bright pink brief stuck out from underneath the dirty shirt. I pulled it out and couldn't recognize the brand, C-IN2. I placed the underwear over my groin and noticed how much smaller Omar was than me.

I grabbed the rest of Omar's clothes and went to the laundry room. There I put the load to wash.

I had lunch then went outside to do some yard work. While I did, I thought about how I would approach Hunter about his sexuality. But I also thought, should I even do it? Would it be better for him to come to me? I don't see why he wouldn't, I've always been open minded. Omar is like a son to me.

The thought of his name caused a memory of the night before to flash in my mind.

I kept myself busy throughout the day, I mowed the lawn, sorted the mail, and tended to the wash. All while listening to an audiobook, something that kept my mind off Omar. I had dinner and then decided to sit down and watch some TV.

It was 9:15 when Hunter came home. He walked through the door and I greeted him. But then nervousness overwhelmed me when I saw Omar behind him. "Hey dad, we're back. Omar is staying over again. Is that cool?"

I stared at Omar as I sat on the recliner, "Of course," I cleared my throat, "He's welcomed anytime. Oh, I washed your clothes; I needed to make a load."

"Thanks, Dad. Don't worry about dinner, we ate already."

For a couple of minutes Omar and Hunter told me about their day's events. I admit the entire time I was anxious about Omar staying over another night. Would I be able to resist his temptations? The boys were tired and retired to the room.

For the next thirty minutes I focused on the TV, keeping my mind away from Omar. When it was time for me to go to bed, I walked down the hallway and cautiously approached Hunter's door. I heard laughing, it was clear they were watching something.

I went to my room and laid down, then closed my eyes.

I dreamt of a time in high school, prior to graduation, prior to Hunter's birth. Me and Martha were in the back seat of my Tacoma making out. The dream felt real. I felt her hand on my groin as she massaged it. She then pushed me back against the back seat and knelt between my legs. The driver's seat was pushed forward and the vehicle was parked in a secluded area in the Hollywood Hills. Many people from my high school came up here to make out and have sex.

Martha stared at me as she undid my pants and took out my swollen cock. She began to suck on it. The dream felt so real. The pleasure moved through my body as she pushed open my letterman jacket and pushed up my shirt to expose my abs. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her head movements.

Then the dream ended.

But the feeling was still. Was I still dreaming?

I was on my back when I opened my eyes. The room was dark with the only illumination coming from the moon light that shined through the window. After the daze of waking up, I looked down and saw the source of the pleasure. My eyes grew wide. Omar lay between my legs with my lounge pants and briefs pulled down. My cock was stuffed in his mouth.

Omar gazed up at me and pulled out my cock. There was no ounce of worry on his face. "Sorry to wake you, but I couldn't resist. After swallowing your son's load tonight, I needed more. I needed the seed from the father tree. I hope that's okay," he said as he gently stroked my cock.

I stared at him deciding if I should tell him to stop or continue. The answer was easy, but I couldn't gather the courage to say it. Deep down, I wanted this and I couldn't resist the temptation no more. It felt so good.

Omar crawled up towards my face where we were inches from each other. He whispered, "Would you like me to finish what we started earlier?"

"What are you?" I whispered back.

I felt him grab my cock, which caused me to moan, "Your release. Whatever you want me to be. Use me like your son uses me."

We stared at each other. My breathing grew deeper with each passing. My mind pushed to stop this but my throbbing cock was yelling at me to go through with it. The sensation of his mouth around my cock was pushing any doubt away as he continued to stroke my cock.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and pushed him down. Like the obedient boy he was, he moved down to meet my erection. My hand moved to the back of his head and lowered it onto my cock. His wet lips and tongue made contact with the tip and a burst of pleasure came. He took my cock deeper into my mouth and began to move his head up and down.

I let go of his head as I succumbed to the pleasure. I had taken the temptation. The pleasure was so overwhelming that any thought of doubt was eradicated. My head pushed into the pillow as Omar sucked on my cock. No, he worshipped my cock. His tongue swirled around the mushroom shaped tip and between the slit sending waves of endless pleasure.

I held a tight grip of the bed sheets when Omar swallowed my cock into his throat. I moaned. I couldn't believe how good he was at giving head. None of my previous girlfriends gave me head this good. The wet muscles of his throat enveloped my cock. The pleasure was immeasurable. I couldn't believe how good he was.

Omar's hands slid beneath my hips and groped my butt cheeks. I lifted my pelvis and grabbed a lockfull of his hair, then began to thrust. Slowly, at first, I moved my hips up and down. The tip slid in and out of his throat, the sensation was amazing. Each passing moment I moaned louder. But I had to control myself, Hunter was next door.

A final thrust and my cock slid deep into his throat.

I fell back onto the bed. Saliva dribbled from Omar's mouth as he gathered himself. My soaked cock stood erect before him, waiting for another service. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began to stroke me in a twisting motion. I watched as the pink tip of my cock appeared and disappeared as the foreskin moved up and down. Omar was below the shaft sucking on my balls. I moaned as he pleasured me.

Omar's tongue ran from the base of the shaft to the tip where his lips enclosed around it. His tongue made contact with the sensitive area and once again, Omar began to suck. This time, he stroked to a rhythm that matched the sucking. Causing an endless flow of pleasure. My moans were more frequent than before, it was as if he shifted gear.

I couldn't contain myself. Omar was using both hands to stroke my soaked cock.

The fitted sheet of the bed came off as I gripped part of it. Omar moved his head up and down, continuing the never ending flow of pleasure. My moans turned to cries as I felt the climax coming. I couldn't speak. I felt frozen, overcomed by the pleasure.

And then it happened.

Like a volcano erupting, the first shot of cum flowed out into his mouth. My body jerked. The rest followed. 7 power shots of cum fire from my cock. Omar had continued stroking as I filled his mouth with my hefty load.

My head rested on the pillow and my eyes closed. The climax was amazing. I had received plenty of blowjobs in my lifetime, but this one was different. The way Omar worshipped my cock was something else. The guy had plenty of experience. Experience sucking on Hunter's cock.

Omar cleaned my cock with his tongue and mouth. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. The hefty white load covered his tongue, he then swallowed it. He licked his lips, "Mmm, that tastes better than your son's."

His hand moved to my pecs where he gave them a gentle squeeze, "I want you inside me again. Same time, tomorrow?"

I gulped and remained silent as I was reeling from what had just happened.

"I'll take that as a yes," Omar kissed me on the cheek and got off the bed, then walked out of the room. It was then that I noticed he was only wearing a pair of briefs. The color looked to be red.

After he left, I remained in bed with my pants and underwear around my thighs. My cock was still wet from the dribble of precum that lay on the tip.

I took a deep breath; I couldn't believe that happened.

Sunday Evening

The morning sun rose over the hill beaming its rays of light into the bedroom. A gentle breeze came through the window and brushed over my body. I had barely slept. The moment between Omar and I played over and over in my mind throughout the night. I had even got aroused by the moment, but didn't jerk off. The feeling of his mouth on my cock remained on my mind. Slowly teasing me throughout the night.

The way his tongue swirled around the tip lingered.

I felt a pit in my stomach, it was guilt. But why?

I could've stopped him, but I didn't. I allowed my sexual urges to control me. The bed sheets were in a bundle next to me and the fitted bed sheet I had pulled off during climax remained the same.

So many questions ran through my mind like a runner doing laps on a track was, What happens next? Where do we go from here? Is this an isolated event or is this something that will be recurring? What if he wants me to fuck him? How would I hide this from Hunter? Does this make me gay? Or Bisexual? There were so many questions, but no answers.

I lifted my legs and swung them over the edge of the bed to a sitting position. The sun's rays came through the room, illuminating it. I watched it slowly rise into the blue sky. I got off the bed and put on the robe, then went to the restroom.

I stood before the toilet and opened my underwear, it was then I realized the stains on the underwear. Despite Omar draining my cock, I still had some leakage that caused the stains. I peed then went back to my room where I removed them and tossed them into the hamper. From the underwear drawer I pulled out another pair of briefs; the tighty-whiteys. It was Sunday, the perfect day to wear them.

"I guess it's a tighty-whitey Sunday," I joked to myself.

During breakfast the boys chatted about an upcoming event at the college. It was astounding that a mere hours before Omar had been sucking on not only my cock, but Hunter's And now we were just sitting down to eat breakfast as if nothing had happened. Hunter was unaware of it all. I wondered what he would think of me if he found out.

"Hunter," I thought to myself. What was he going through? Was this his new found sexuality? Or was Omar just a hole to him? An on call sexual release and he still intended on being with women? Why not have female friends with benefits? He was a handsome man, I'm sure he could find a girl at his college that would be perfect for that. I wondered how this even began between the two.

Today I was plagued with questions. I felt like a 5-year old who questioned everything.

Hunter stood up from the table and placed his empty plate in the sink. I stared at him as my mind raced with the idea of my son being gay or bisexual. Which wasn't a bad thing. I'd still love him. But parents have expectations for their children and sometimes they don't meet them. You can't carve out their path for them. I learned that the hard way with my dad who wanted me to follow his footsteps at the factory.

What signs did I miss?

"Dad!" I heard Hunter say, snapping me away from my thoughts.

"Yes, Hunter. Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night," I said without looking at him. I could feel Omar's gaze. Those hazel eyes staring at me, that smile from cheek to cheek showing those bright white teeth of his. Part of me though he enjoyed the torment I felt. Almost like he got off from bending a straight man to his side.

"Go take a nap then. I was telling you that breakfast was great and that we're heading out a bit after we shower."

"Together?" I mumbled.

"No, dad, that's gay," he turned to Omar, "Sorry."

I looked to Omar for his response. He smiled, "I'm not offended, bestie."

Hunter placed his hand on my shoulder, "Dad, go take a nap. And don't worry about dinner tonight, we'll bring you something back."

"We'll" I thought to myself. Omar was going to stay another night. It made sense he did say 'same time tomorrow?' Which meant he knew he would be staying another night. This was all coordinated well by this little mastermind.

When Hunter left to shower, Omar stood up and approached me. He flashed a smile as he grabbed my empty plate then walked to the sink to wash the dishes. He hummed a song as he washed the dishes. I stared at him. My eyes scanned his thin body and stopped at his real. Two plump butt cheeks covered in fabric.

"I wonder how they feel," I thought to myself. I shook my head. What was happening to me?

Omar moved his hips side to side; teasing me. "Do you like what you see, Mr. Mullen?" he said. He turned and grinned.

"Last night didn't happen," I replied.

Omar dried his hands and approached me. With his foot he pulled my chair out exposing my lap to him. "Is that so? I do remember enjoying your hefty load. That certainly wasn't a dream."

He moved his foot up the chair and rested it on my groin. The pressure caused me to jerk as he gently rubbed my bulge with his bare feet.

I grabbed his ankle, stopping any further movement, "What did you do to my son?"

Omar realized that I wasn't going to let him continue until he answered my questions. I let go of his leg and he sat down on the chair next to me. "Well, that's quite the accusation, Mr. Mullen."

"Chris," I said through my teeth.

"Right, Chris. I did nothing to your son other than give him the pleasure he wanted from me."

"Hunter isn't gay!" I spat out.

"This is true, Hunter is not gay. However, he is a man with sexual urges. You should know," he winked, "Usually when the urge strikes, we rub one out, but in Hunter's case, he has a friend to rub it out for him. Someone to be the mouth when he desires a blowjob. Someone to be a hole when he wants to fuck. Someone to release any sexual tension that is built up. I am the emancipator of pent-up desire. I unleash waves of raw, primal passion onto your son, no woman had ever done to him."

I raised an eyebrow, "Okay, calm down."

Omar laughed, "Sorry, I got carried away. I've read too many fantasy books."

The moment reset the tension in the room. Hunter was still showering. I took a deep breath and calmed myself, "Okay, fine. Hunter isn't gay. But can you explain to me how this even happened?"

Omar smiled and brought his hand to my thigh to gently rub it, "Sometimes when we are at our lowest, we seek release through the nearest means."

"Lowest?" I jerked as his hand moved up my thigh closer to my crotch.

"Yes, it was after he broke up with Marissa."

That was a few years ago.

My eyes lowered as I felt his hand brush against my groin. The ticklish feeling ran through my body. "Heartbreak can take you places, Mr. Mullen. The desire to release your load into someone else. I comforted your son during his time of need. I wasn't just his best friend but I was also his way to get over her."

My cock had grown to full erection inside my briefs.

I did remember Omar coming over more often after the break up. How did I never know? I never even suspected it.

The stimulation of his hand movements made me moan. I looked down at him. I hadn't realized he had fallen to his knees between my legs. "It doesn't make sense, I've had plenty of heartbreaks. Heck, I just had a divorce. Never did I think about sleeping with a man."

"You never thought about it, but you did it last night. You are in the same vulnerable state Hunter was in. You just didn't have me at the time to give you your release," Omar's hands moved to the fly of my sleep pants and undid the button with one motion, "But I am here now. Mmm, I love how hard you are right now for me."

The rubbing turned to stroking. His hand was inside my pants stroking my cock through the fabric of my briefs.

"Do you want me to give your dick a sucking?" he grinned.

I stared at him as if I was under a spell. In my mind I fought with the idea of saying yes or no, but my cock was rock hard. Precum had begun to leak. I was already here at this moment. Omar was right, I had done the very same thing Hunter had done. In my moment of weakness I gave in.

Just as I was about to do now.

"Take it out," I ordered.

Omar grinned and opened my underwear, pulling the cock out through the fly. He peeled back the foreskin and the next thing I felt was his wonderful mouth on my cock. I relaxed as I let him pleasure my manhood. Pleasure pulsed through my body. Omar used his tongue to wrap around the tip while his lips and hand stroked the girthy shaft. Saliva and precum dripped down the shaft onto my hairy balls. With his free hand, he fondled my balls encouraging more pleasure. My hand fell to the back of his head as I guided him on my cock. Urging my cock deeper into his throat.

Omar's breathing was felt on my pelvis as I held his head down. The cock was ensconced in his throat; the warm and wet muscles massaging the sensitive tip.

The sound of the shower turning off shook me.

It was over.

Omar pulled my cock out of his mouth and said, "Well, that was short," he removed some residue from the edge of his lips, "Let's finish this tonight? How about the basement? Wear those hot tighty-whities for me."

Omar stood up and walked away, "What if I decline your offer?" I said.

He grinned, "You won't. I know guys like you; you always want to finish."

I remained silent as Omar walked out of the kitchen.

Was he right? Was I going to accept his offer?

I needed to clear my mind, I put my cock away and waited for the boys to shower. When they were done, the two left, leaving me alone again. This time I wasn't planning on doing something more active that shop. I called up my friend Micah for a game of tennis. It had been a while since I played with a racket. Despite playing football since middle school, I enjoyed a game of tennis from time to time. Martha and I would always play together.

I took a shower then put on my tennis attire, which was a pair of white thin shorts and a white sports polo. I wore a pair of white Calvin Klien briefs I had bought a while back specifically for these shorts. The first time I wore them, I had on black briefs and they were quite visible.

I drove to the tennis court.

It was a sunny day as Micah and I embraced for a hug. We had been friends for ten years now after meeting at the gym. Although I had a great figure, Micah was slightly larger than me in the muscle department. But that never bothered me. I loved hanging out with him.

We caught up and started playing some matches.

It was the final match.

My eyes were locked on Micah from across the net, sweat beads on my forehead as I grip the racket tight. A cocky grin is on his face as he bounces the tennis ball with a rhythmic thud on the sunbaked court. Micah tosses the ball skyward, his arm ready to swing, and crack! The sound echoes through the court. The lime green ball turns to a blur and rockets towards me, slicing through the air like a bullet.

I pivot, muscles taunt, instincts telling me where to go. My racket meets the ball with a satisfying return, sending it right back to Micah. But Micah is ready based on the movement of his sneakers. He tracks the ball and returns the ball. A sort of 'Dual of Fates' moment happens as we dart left, then right, tracking the ball with our hawk eyes. Each strike is a test of instinct, nerve and precision. The ball zips through the air going from one side to the other waiting for one of us to falter. One mistake, a single half a second hesitation and the dual will tip. My heart pounds as I keep up my guard.

It sounded like a thunder clap.

The ball flew across the court and missed the racket. A hard thud was heard as the tennis ball hit the wall behind me.

I lost.

"Shit!" I yelled.

"Point for cursing!" Micah guffawed.

"Shut up," we shook hands.

"I guess you owe me lunch."

I smirked, "That's fair."

We went to the locker room and showered.

As we were changing, I decided to ask him a question, "Hey Micah, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, brother," He said in his deep voice.

"In college did you ever experiment?"

Micah looked at me with raised eyebrows, "You mean with men? No sir, only women. Why? Did you? I mean, I don't judge. That's for the Lord."

I smiled, "No, I didn't. But would you ever do anything with a guy?"

Micah chuckled, "Listen, we're about to enter our 40s. It's a bit too late to experiment. But to answer your question, no. Why are you turning gay or something?"

"No, Micah. I was just curious."

Micah looked at me as if he realized something, "Oh, are you worried about Hunter?"

I gulped. It wasn't about Hunter, but it would serve as an excuse to have this conversation, "Yes. He's been hanging out with his friend Omar a lot. Omar has also been sleeping over more often. The two have gotten pretty close."

"Ah I see. I remember Hunter had a girlfriend."

"They broke up."

"Well, if you're worried about it. Talk to him. It won't hurt to do so. In college you do a lot of crazy things. Just because we haven't done it, doesn't mean our kids won't either. Look man, people nowadays identify as cats. It isn't out of the ordinary for your son to turn gay or perhaps he's bisexual. My wife's brother is gay as a rainbow, but that man is happy and I'm happy for him. Mostly because he got a jacuzzi at the house and Donna won't let me get one," he chuckled.

I joined him in laughter.

"Just talk to your boy. You two have a good connection. And if he won't come out, then let him take his time."

"Perhaps you're right, Micah. Thanks for the advice."

"No problem. By the way, we are going to a steakhouse, so I hope you brought your wallet."

I grinned, "Funny you bring that up, I forgot my wallet in my other pants."

"Boy, don't play with me like that. I beat you fair and square," he said, winding up his towel.

I stepped back, "I'm joking with yah, Micah."

Micah's phone rang and he stepped away to answer it. I turned and removed my towel to put my underwear on. When I opened my bag I noticed that I had two sets of underwear in the bag, a pair of boxers and a pair of tighty-whities. I hadn't realized that when I grabbed the clean pair from the drawer another one had come with it. I immediately thought about what Omar had said, "Wear those hot tighty-whities."

I told myself if I put them on, I would be accepting Omar's offer.

After a deep breath, I put on my underwear, then the rest of my clothes. When Micah returned we went to go eat.

As I drove home I got a text from Hunter that they had come home. Omar was staying another night. The man was determined for me to accept the deal. I had to admit, I grew nervous as I drove closer to home.

What would my answer be?

I saw lights from the television in the living room as I drove onto the driveway of my home. I walked up the stone path to the porch. Slowly, I looked through the sheer curtains to see the boys watching TV with a bowl of Doritos between them. No sex.

I opened the door and walked in, "Good evening, boys. How was the event?"

"It was great, dad!"

"Yeah, Mr. Mullen, it was a blast," Omar said with a smile on his face. That smile, that's where the trouble begins with him. That alluring damn smile. "Oh, that's good."

"We brought you food," Hunter said.

"Thanks, son. But I'm a bit tired. I played some Tennis with Micah."

"Oh, did you win?" His face was full of excitement.

I frowned, "No, he beat me. And we ate steak for dinner."

"Sounds pricey," Omar said.

I chuckled, "It sure was. Anyways, good night boys."

Hunter said good night and Omar and I stared at each other for a few seconds before saying good night to each other. Those eyes pierced through me, those hazel eyes. My heart beat a little faster as I walked away. I had to make a decision.

In my bedroom, I changed to my sleepwear and climbed into bed. My eyes closed and I slept.

It was midnight when I woke up. The moonlight provided visibility to the room. The first thing that came to my mind was Omar. Was he down in the basement waiting for me? My heart began to pound as I thought about what we could be doing. Should I go down there?

I got out of bed and walked out of the room. The living room was dark as was Hunter's room, indicated by the lack of light from underneath the door. Was Omar in there?

Like a thief in the night, I walked into the kitchen. I was stunned to see that the basement door was open and a flickering light was cast on the ajar door. Someone was down there. My pulse quickened as I approached the door. I pushed open the door and took a deep breath. It felt like the point of no return. The moment I step onto that staircase is the moment I would have to make the decision.

Slowly, I descended the staircase. The moment I saw the basement, Omar noticed me and said, "About time you come down, Mr. Mullen."

I stood at the bottom of the staircase. Omar sat with one arm hung over the back of the couch. He wore nothing but a pair of pink briefs. The same ones I had washed yesterday. Omar patted the empty seat beside him, "Come."

I said nothing as I walked to the couch and sat down next to him. The TV's audio was on low. Immediately, I felt Omar's hand on my chest. Which caused me to jerk.

He smiled, "Your heart is beating fast."

"Yeah, I'm a little nervous."

"So, I guess you came down here for a good time?" His hand moved down my abdomen to my groin, where he gently rubbed it.

"Is Hunter asleep?"

Omar bit his lower lip before answering, "Oh, he's definitely asleep," Omar climbed on top of me, "Your son always sleeps good when he pumps into me."

Our faces were mere inches from each other. Did he expect me to kiss him? His hands moved to my wrists and brought my hands to his ass. I felt the two plump butt cheeks, "You like that?"

My breathing grew deeper and my pulse went up. I gave him a slow nod.

Omar removed my shirt exposing my muscular torso. The hair on my chest was crushed by his gentle hand movements. He gave my neck a kiss, then moved down my body peppering it with kisses.

In my pants my cock grew.

Omar knelt between my legs and opened my sleep pants. He pulled them down to my ankles. The bright white briefs hugged my body. My swollen cock pressed up against the fabric. Omar gazed at the sight like he had discovered gold.

I watched with anticipation as Omar's hand dug into the waistband and pulled open the underwear. My erection lay on my pelvis. His tongue ran along the underside of the shaft sending a jolt of pleasure. Our eyes met, then he took my cock into his mouth once again. I moaned as he pleasured my manhood. The cock only grew in size as expertly worshipped the cock.

Omar used his tongue to swirl around the tip, then between the slit. His right hand stroked in a twisting motion while his left hand moved up my body. My eyes lowered as I succumbed to his oral expertise. The pleasure was amazing. It felt good to be worshipped. Any doubt evaporated.

My eyes rolled back and my head tilted back as I felt my cock get swallowed. The thick veiny cock slid inside his warm wet throat. There it lay ensconced as the pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave. I moaned and moaned as he held my cock hostage in his throat. A pleasure prison.

He gagged then released the cock from his throat.

Omar continued to stroke my cock as he kissed my chest. "I want you inside of me. I want your cum to be with the cum from your son."

I was entranced by him.

I nodded.

Omar stood up and pulled off his briefs. There he stood before me naked. A thin young man with a voluptuous rear. He pulled my briefs down to my ankles to accompany my sleep pants, then knelt over my lap. I felt his hand on my cock as he guided it to his entrance.

We gazed at each other as he lowered himself onto my cock. The tight warm hole swallowed my cock inch by inch. It felt amazing to be honest. Once fully inside, Omar placed his hands beside my neck and began to move his hips. My hands naturally went to his waist as he rode me.

The pleasure came quickly and in rapid waves. Omar had moved slowly at first, but as time went on he sped up. My hands slid down his narrow frame and groped his butt cheeks. The endless waves of pleasure caused me to moan. Omar was moaning too. Which struck me as odd since he didn't moan when Hunter was fucking him.

I took over. Omar fell forward and I guided his hips with my hands. They moved at a rapid rate and the pleasure grew exponentially. More grunts and moans left my mouth as I drew closer to climax.

I stopped and Omar took control again. He moved to a rhythm I had never seen before. The man knew how to ride a cock well. The pleasure was growing as the climax was near. Our breathing grew with intensity with rapid movement.

I gripped his butt cheeks as I felt the moment coming. A large grunt left my mouth as cum erupted from my cock. Omar never slowed as I pumped his tight hole with my superfluous amount of cum. It felt like 7-8 shots of cum that flew out.

A satisfied moan echoed in my mouth.

I rested my back on the couch. Omar gazed down at me. Both of us were covered in sweat. My cock covered in all sorts of liquid, my cum and Hunter's cum. Omar rested his cheeks on my thighs as he traced his finger on my hairy chest. "I knew you would be worth it, Mr. Mullen."

I cracked a smile, "It's Chris."

Omar remained in the position until my cock was fully deflated. He got up and cleaned my cock with his mouth. I stood up and pulled up my underwear and pants. Omar put his briefs back on and stood across from me.

"So what does this mean now?" I say.

"Nothing, we could keep this between you and me. It will be our little secret. That's if you want to continue."

I looked away and thought about it. I had already come this far, we both enjoyed it. So what was the issue? This was my life now.

I smiled, "I'd love to continue this."

Omar kissed my hand, "Then until next time, Mr. Mullen," then he walked away.

About halfway up the stairs, I stopped him and asked, "Are you still going to fuck Hunter?"

"Only when he wants it of course. This house is full of men who are sex depraved and like I told you earlier, I am the Emancipator of Pent-Up Desire," Omar finished the climb and left.

Shortly after he left, I went to my bed where I laid down. I went over the event and realized I was overreacting to it all. Omar felt so good. The way he pleasured my cock. I loved it. Did this mean I was gay? Or perhaps bisexual? I didn't know the answer, but only time would tell.

Monday

On Monday morning the boys went to school, while I went to work. I walked into work with the best of moods. I even messaged Micah to schedule a rematch. It felt like the fog had been lifted. Who knew that a good fuck would result in such clarity.

The day went well.

When I came home, Hunter was in his bedroom with the door shut. I removed my tie and began to undress. My shirt came off first, then my dress pants. I stood in front of the mirror in just my grey briefs.

A knock on the door broke me from my admiration, "It's unlocked!" I said putting on my shorts.

It was Hunter, "Hey dad."

"What's up?" I said turning away from him to grab something from the drawer.

A few seconds of silence passed before Hunter spoke again, "I know about you and Omar."

To Be continued...