My Son's Best Friend - Part 4 (Patreon)

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It wasn't right. Of course it wasn't right. He was eighteen-years-old for Christ's sake, the same age as my god damn son! I'd watched the guy grow up, hell I practically fathered him over the last few years, and here I was stocking the refrigerator up with fucking beers.

"Um... Is this a test or something?" Tyler laughed from the kitchen door.

I smiled at him, but my eyes were already searching for Matty. "I just thought you two deserved it after your competition this morning" I lied.

Tyler's smile widened and once again I was hit with guilt. Could I really do this? If he ever found out, god I couldn't even imagine how upset he'd be. Was my son's happiness worth it for a quick fuck? I looked back at the beers in the fridge and pictured myself in handcuffs.

"You plied the boy with alcohol and then you took advantage of him!" I heard the judge say, and I rubbed my head as Tyler left.

I couldn't do it. Having sex with a man was one thing, but having sex with a teenager, regardless of how legal it was, just didn't feel right. Yet the beers were already in, Tyler was already on his way up to tell Matty, so perhaps a few wouldn't hurt. Lord knows I needed it.

By the time the two boys returned downstairs, I was already two beers deep. The warm buzz of the alcohol had certainly dwindled the dread that I'd had earlier, but the moment my eyes fell on Matty, it returned.

How come he looked so fucking hot today? Had he looked like that yesterday? I focused on the tele instead, doing my best to keep my mind off what had happened earlier, but failing every few seconds. He was so soft. So warm. So fucking hot.

"Dad?" Tyler's voice startled me, "can you take the photo?"

The two young men sat down on the sofa, beers in hand, and flipped the bird as though they were the toughest gangsters to roam the land. I chuckled to myself and snapped the photo, and when I looked down at it, I found myself looking only at Matty.

He stared at me through the camera. His beautiful eyes piercing mine even in the form of a photograph. His shorts were tight, showing his bulge off perfectly, and as my own one began to swell, Tyler pulled the phone away.

"Yeah, that looks sick bro!" He grinned, showing Matty who agreed, and the two of them gulped from the cans.

"That tastes like piss" my son grimaced.

By ten o' clock, Tyler had managed two cans of beer and was already slurring his words. Matty seemed much more able for the alcohol however, and remained relatively sober as my son rambled on passionately about how Instagram trumped TikTok.

"Want a drink, Mr. J?" He asked, standing up slowly and staring directly at me.

I twirled the empty can in my hand and nodded, turning my attention back to Tyler who seemed to be getting quite upset that none of his videos had ever gone viral.

"It's not fair!" He whimpered, "I'm pretty hot, right?"

"I think you're asking the wrong person, son" I smiled, and when I looked back over, Tyler was slumped to the side, snoring and drooling down his chin. I took the can from his hand, placed it on the coffee table and turned back to find Matty inches from my face.

"Your beer" he smiled, holding it out, but when I took it, he kept his hand around it.

"I've been thinking about you all day" he whispered, stealing a quick glance at Tyler, "I've been so hard, daddy".

"This can't happen" I told him sternly, and sat him on the chair next to my son as I walked back to my own chair.

I knew he was looking at me. I could feel his eyes on the side of my head, but I continued looking at the television.

"Hey Mr. J"

I ignored him.

"Mr. J?"

Nothing.

"I'm touching myself, daddy".

His voice was low, but if I could hear him from across the room, then Tyler would definitely be able to hear him if he somehow woke up.

I glared at him angrily and watched his hand slide in and out of his shorts. His eyes were on mine and his top teeth pulled on his bottom lip as he rubbed.

"Stop it, Matty" I whispered, "now".

"But I'm so horny, daddy" he moaned, lifting his shirt to show his smooth, forming abs.

I felt myself stiffen, even through the anger I was feeling. Didn't he understand how wrong this was?

Matty pulled the front of his shorts further down his groin, exposing the base of his smooth cock. My heart beat a little faster as it came into view, but Tyler lay inches away from him.

I stood up, set my beer down and stormed toward him. For a moment, it looked like Matty expected me to hit him, but I grabbed him by the arm instead, and yanked him from the living room.

"Listen to me, Matty" I growled, pinning him against the wall in the hall.

"Oh, you like it rough, daddy?" He moaned, tugging at my shirt buttons, but I swatted his hand away and grabbed him a little tighter.

"You're eighteen" I told him, "I'm more than twice your age, okay? This is wrong, and it's not going to happen".

"You weren't saying that earlier, daddy" he whispered, and tried to kiss me, but I pushed him back again.

"That was a mistake" I explained firmly, "and it won't happen again, don't you understand how serious this is?"

"I'm an adult" he told me, "and if I want to suck my daddy's cock, then I will".

Matty began to lower himself down to his knees, and as much as I wanted to let him, I couldn't. I hooked my hands under his arms and lifted him back to his feet.

"Enough!" I hissed, "Matty, this is ridiculous! I'm old enough to be your father!"

Perhaps I should have used a different analogy, because the young man appeared even more excited now.

"You're a handsome guy, Matty" I told him, our faces inches from each other, "you need to look for boys your own age, okay?"

He leaned forward and pushed his lips against mine, and for a moment, I let him. He felt too good to push away, but a few seconds later he stopped.

"What makes you think I don't fuck boys my own age?" He whispered, his lips brushing against mine, "what do you think Tyler and I do all night?"

Before I could respond, his tongue pushed into my mouth, and my eyes widened.