My Son's Best Friend - Part 2 (Patreon)

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Five young men, all naked apart from the tight Speedo swimming briefs hugging their crotches, dove into the water. Their lean, wet bodies soared through the pool, heads turning for breath every few seconds, and arms dragging them forward. I should have been watching my son, but it was Matty that my focus was on.

The previous night had rocked me. I'd lay awake for over an hour, my mind running back over what had happened. Perhaps I was over reacting. Maybe the young man was just trying to help, yet I'd felt his hand against my cock. A mistake maybe, or maybe not.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts just as the race came to an end. A handsome man with a deep tan and sharp muscles pulled himself out of the pool, and I couldn't help but stare at his trunks. Tyler came second, Matty third and the last two followed.

"I was so close!" Tyler groaned in the car, "that other guy cheated anyway".

"Don't be such a sore loser" Matty smirked from the back seat. I could see him through the mirror.

"Bro, don't even start" my son groaned, sinking into the seat, "I nearly had it".

"You both did great" I told them, as we drove to their favourite restaurant, but Tyler had always been a sore loser as Matty had suggested.

The journey continued, and on more than one occasion I glanced into the mirror to find Matty looking back at me. His bright eyes caught my attention, and for a moment we simply watched each other.

"Dad!" Tyler barked, and I had to swerve to avoid a car.

"Sorry", my heart raced for more than one reason.

In the restaurant, the two boys walked ahead. Matty wore a pair of tight fitting shorts which did very little for my wandering mind. His ass was perfectly rounded and plump, and his legs were smooth and tan. I even glanced down at his feet which were visible in his flip flops.

I loosened my collar before taking a seat opposite them. Whatever switch had been flicked in my brain, needed to be unflicked immediately.

"Hey, Mr. J, you used to be a swimmer, right?" Matty asked, with his signature smile that suddenly drew me in more than it ever had before.

"Uh, yeah" I nodded as the waitress set down three Cokes.

"Why did you stop?"

I was sure I was imagining it, but something about the tone of Matty's voice had changed. He wasn't speaking to me the way he usually did, he sounded almost... Flirtatious.

"Injury" I half choked, unable to keep eye contact, "hey Tyler, there's always next time, buddy" I said, diverting my attention to my sullen son, who nodded whilst staring out the window.

By the time our food arrived, I'd caught Matty staring at me multiple times. I pushed it from my mind and ate, yet every so often, his blue eyes flickered up and met mine. This was absurd.

"Going toilet" Tyler sighed, and slid out of the booth, leaving the two of us alone.

For a moment we sat in silence, but I couldn't continue like this.

"What's going on here, Matty?" I asked seriously, and the boy smiled at me.

"What do you mean, Mr. J?" He questioned, with a look of deviousness on his handsome face.

"In the kitchen last night" I growled, ensuring that my son wasn't on the way back, "and all through the morning you've been acting... Different. What's up with you?"

Matty wiped his mouth with a napkin and sat back in the chair.

"You want me, Mr. J" he said simply, and my eyes narrowed.

"Excuse me?" I almost hissed, "Matty, you're like a son to me! What are you talking about?"

The teen lifted his bottle of Coke and wrapped his lips around the tip sensually, his eyes remained on mine as he slid his tongue through the hole, and gulped.

My heart raced a little faster.

"Oh come on, Mr. J" he smirked, setting the bottle down, "we're both grownups, there's nothing wrong with a little fun".

Tyler appeared from the other side of the restaurant as I glared at Matty.

"You're a boy!" I spat, "and your my son's best friend. Whatever this is, it needs to stop!"

The young man's grin spread wider.

"Whatever you say, daddy"

Before I could respond, Tyler had reached us.

"I guess you're right" he said as he sat back down, "there's always next time".

My mind was still burning over what had just happened, but I forced a smile at Tyler.

"Exactly son" I nodded, and as I opened my mouth to continue, I felt pressure between my legs.

The words caught in my throat as my crotch was rubbed firmly. I stared at Matty who was now scrolling through his phone, but Tyler's eyes were on me.

"Are you okay, dad?" He asked, as sweat began to form over my brow.

"Yeah" I said, feeling my cock stiffen, "I'm fine".

He too picked up his phone, which allowed me to glance down at the bare foot that was rubbing my hard cock. My eyes shot a look at Matty who had a smirk on his face once more, he didn't look back, but I knew full well that he could feel my erection through the denim.

"I think we should probably get going" I said, pushing his foot away, "I'm sure your folks are wondering where you are, Matty", I added with a hint of sternness.

"Oh yeah" Tyler said, finishing his drink and belching loudly, "Matty's gonna' stay for the weekend, is that okay? His parents are gone to... Where are they gone?"

Matty shrugged, as he lowered his foot down my leg.

"Well they're gone somewhere, so I said he could spend the weekend at ours".

The colour drained from my face as the two eighteen-year-olds stood up.

"What is up with you today, Mr. J?" Matty laughed, "you seem so... Different".

The two of them walked out from the booth and strolled through the restaurant as I scrambled to adjust the large erection in my pants.

What the fuck was happening?