My Son's Best Friend - Part 3 (Patreon)

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"Dad, there's no towels left" Tyler said, poking his head around the kitchen door as I sat in a trance at the table.

I glanced over at him, his torso was dripping wet and a towel was wrapped tightly around his waist.

"You're wearing one, son" I said, though my mind was still on the events in the restaurant, and my eighteen-year-old son sighed.

"Not for me, dad, for Matty".

My eyes landed on the handsome young man behind my son now. Unlike Tyler, he was fully dressed. I nodded and rubbed my face.

"Yeah, yeah sorry" I said, getting up and walking toward the laundry room at the back. I heard Tyler's wet bare feet patter back up the stairs and I knew that we were alone once again.

"Thanks for letting me stay for the weekend, Mr. J" Matty smiled from behind me, "I would have been so lonely at home on my own, I don't know what I would have done all weekend, with no daddy to supervise me".

I spun around on my heel and grabbed Matty by the shoulder.

"Listen to me, Matty" I growled, squeezing him, "whatever you've gotten into your head about me, you're wrong. You're here because you're friends with Tyler, nothing more, nothing less, do you understand me?"

I was shaking now, but doing my best to keep my voice low. This had gone on long enough.

"I felt you under the table, Mr. J" he whispered, running his finger down my shirt, "you were hard".

"Matty, enough" I said sternly, "this isn't right!"

"Then why does it feel so good?" He asked, looking up at me with his large eyes.

My nostrils flared. Why was he doing this?

"Here" he breathed, and pushed his face between my neck and shoulder.

He kissed my flesh, running his tongue along the stubble under my jaw, and it felt amazing. I hadn't been touched like this since my wife, and I'd been longing for it, but not like this.

"Matty... Stop it!"

The teen placed his hand on my face, turning my head toward him, and our lips met in the middle. He was so soft, so warm, so hot.

His tongue pushed into my mouth, he tasted of mint. I couldn't resist him any longer. I kissed him back, passionately entering his mouth and taking him by the back of the neck. Oh god this was so wrong.

Matty wrapped his legs around my waist as I pushed him onto the washing machine. His hands fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, until he reached inside and rubbed my hairy chest.

"You're so hot, daddy" he moaned as I slid his t-shirt over his smooth, lean body.

My cock bulged in my jeans. I felt like a wild animal who had finally caught its prey. Matty moaned when my mouth pressed against his warm chest. I could taste the chlorine from the pool off his skin, and I couldn't help but slide his shorts down.

His white briefs accentuated his perfect package. I'd never thought about another man like this before. It was like something had switched inside me. I pawed at the waistband of his underwear, exposing his smooth groin with one hand, and holding him tight around the waist with the other.

"Fuck me, daddy" he whimpered, arching his back, "fuck me like a slut!"

He needed to stop talking, because the more that my son's best friend spoke, the harder I wanted to use him. When did Matty become so fucking hot?

"Dad?"

Tyler's voice rocked the both of us. I stepped back instantly, leaving Matty half naked on the washing machine as he began pulling his pants back up, and I scrambled with the buttons on my shirt.

"Oh there you are" Tyler smiled, just as his friend slid off the machine, "did you find a towel?"

"No" I said quickly, doing my best to hide my breathlessness, "must be in the laundry" I added.

"Uh... They're right there" Tyler scoffed, walking by the two of us and grabbing one from the pile right behind me.

I squirmed as he threw it to Matty and walked back to the door.

"Come on, we have to do that thing remember?" He grinned at his friend, and Tyler hurried out of the small room.

Matty looked back and me and smiled seductively.

"We should have some beers tonight, Mr. J. My folks wouldn't mind, and Tyler takes after you".

I stared at the beautiful young man as my heart beat like a drum.

"He falls asleep so easily when he's drunk" Matty added with a wink, and sauntered from the room.

I sat back against the machine and sighed. What the fuck was I doing? He was a teenager! And not only that, but he was my son's best friend, and he was like a son to me! My head pounded as all of it rushed through my head.

What would his parents say if they ever found out? What would Tyler say? He'd never speak to me again, and hell, I wouldn't blame him either! I needed to put a stop to this, but I'd already gone this far. Would it really be so bad if I finished what we'd started? If Tyler found out what had happened already, he'd be equally as pissed, so did it really matter if we went all the way?

Just once.

Just tonight.