My Son's Best Friends (Patreon)

Some of the pictures that I scroll past give me instant inspiration to bust out a short story, but the one linked on Discord for this post didn't do that at all. I had no idea what story I could pull out of it- all I knew was that this man was incredibly, incredibly attractive and deserved his time in the spotlight. Let me know how I did...

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As a single dad, raising care of three kids had been rough, but I managed. Balancing band concerts and football games, I got better each year until finally, I was an empty nester. My youngest was about to graduate college and become a nurse, and my house seemed just a bit too big. As the summer approached, I realized what my next move would be, and I began packing up the house.

My parents had a lake house about an hour away that they’d passed to me, and my kids had grown up there. It was a lot smaller, and I knew that that would be the perfect place for me to retire. When I told my kids, they seemed overjoyed as long as I promised to still save the summer weekends for them which I of course wouldn’t change.

Every summer, each kid would have a weekend where they could invite their friends up, and I’d take them tubing out on the boat and let them swim by the dock. Even as they got into college and eventually graduated, those weekends looked pretty much the same.

After I officially moved, and the weather began to heat up, my oldest son Mark picked his weekend. He’d been bringing the same group of guys for years now, and it was weird to see them look so grown-up now when I’d first met them as hungover fraternity brothers. Though part of that would never change as they unloaded a couple of cases of beers into the basement. As they settled in, I grilled some burgers and hot dogs that we all ate on the back patio, and then I headed upstairs to call it an early night as they kept partying downstairs.

The next morning, I was ready to take the boat out for them when I saw everyone but Mark standing there.

“What happened? Sleeping Beauty still downstairs?”

“Mr. C, he-“

“You are almost 30, Thomas- you can call me Greg.”

“Greg, he’s still puking from last night.”

“I thought I taught him to handle his liquor better,” I said with a laugh.

“We actually didn’t drink that much- it was the dessert his wife sent. I don’t know what happened to it in that cooler, but he’s out for the day.”

“Ah man, does he want me to check on him?”

He might be an actual adult now, but he was still my kid.

“That’s a no-can-do, Greg. He said he’d call us when he was ready to see sunlight again.”

“You guys are good friends- I’m glad he has you. I’ll just head back upstairs and let y’all chill down at the dock.”

They all looked at each other until Thomas spoke up again.

“Greg, we were actually wondering if we could still go out on the boat for a bit. We can’t pretend we don’t love falling off that tube just as much as we used to.”

With a laugh, I just nodded my head, trying to hide how touched I was that they’d still want to hang out with me even if Mark wasn’t there. As I faced ahead and let them follow behind me, that stoicism meant that I also didn’t notice them staring at my ass as we walked down the path to the water.

Getting on the boat, I pulled us out into the middle of the lake, and for about thirty minutes, I was just able to haul ass around the water until I heard laughter behind me signaling that one of the guys had fallen off yet again. Looking back at the last guy to get thrown, Trevor just shook the water off his body like a dog and pointed straight at me.

“Okay Captain, it’s your turn.”

“But who would drive the boat?”

“Sir, Mark is the crappy driver- you’ve all taught us how to drive this thing, and the water is empty.”

I tried to come up with another argument, but their hands were already on me so there was nothing I could do. Pulling off my shirt, they had me in a life jacket in seconds, and then I was on the tube beside Thomas before I even realized how I’d gotten off the boat.

“Oh fuck, I mean, oops- your life jacket got caught on the handle. Let me fix that for you.”

Before I could even move, Mark’s friend had reached down to my waist and pulled up on the cord so that I’d be more comfortable. I had to just nod my thanks because that small bit of contact against my torso would have rendered a shake into my voice. Luckily, Trevor had thrown the boat into motion, and there was nothing more to say as I kept my mouth closed to keep water from spraying inside. I’ve tubed hundreds of times, but it’d been a while since I was the one not driving, and I had to concentrate hard to stay on. Trevor wasn’t going easy on us though, and as he banked a turn hard to the left, I went flying, and there was only one thought going through my head as I hit the water.

Bracing myself, I reached down to see if I was right, and I cringed when I felt that I was. Somehow, my shorts had been ripped off once I hit the water, and they were already sinking to the bottom of the lake as I thought of what to do. I could of course pull off my life jacket and wrap that around me, but that would barely do the trick- I’d grabbed one of the smaller ones.

I would just have to wait for the guys to come back, and when they did, Carter was luckily holding up a bit of fabric. I’d hoped it was my trunks, but they looked yellow and too small.

“Sorry Greg, but Thomas saw the shorts fly before he could grab them. I still have an old pair in my bag, but you’re not going to like them.”

“Carter, anything is better than having to come out of this water naked in front of all of you.”

As his answer, Carter just threw the shorts in which turned out to be a speedo. I’d forgotten that Carter was an avid swimmer, and these probably came from his gym bag. As I pulled them on and hoped that the water was murky enough, I tried to focus on anything else besides the fact that his dick had rested right where mine was now. Lifting myself up on the ladder on the back of the boat, I got a good luck at how much slimmer Carter was than me, and I hoped that I didn’t look obscene in these tiny briefs.

Quickly heading back to the driver’s seat, I prepared to get us back to the dock so I could change, but the keys were gone. Looking back at Trevor, he just smiled and said that we could relax a bit and get some sun while the weather was nice. I wanted to argue with him, but once I got a towel around me, I realized that I could be okay for a bit. As the guys all piled onto the benches in the back, I reclined the driver’s seat and grabbed my phone to see if Mark had called us. There was nothing there except one notification, and I quickly closed it as Thomas walked up to me.

“I drew the short straw and already got the other guys so flip over, I’m getting sunscreen on your back.”

“No, I’m fine-“

“Do you remember Mark’s senior year?”

His sunburn was so bad that you could write on his reddened skin with your finger.

“Fine…”

As I turned over, I grabbed my phone again to focus on a game of solitaire as Thomas’s hands began to massage the cool lotion into my back. Starting at my shoulder blades, he really worked my tight muscles until he reached my waist where his fingers were somehow able to work their way under the tight speedo. I was about to say something, but he was finished and walking back to his bench.

Right before I drifted off to sleep, I heard one of them say my name, and I began to get up. Rubbing my eyes, I didn’t realize what had happened until it was over with. As I’d gotten up, my borrowed suit had snagged on something, and as my brain yelled at me to move, I stood motionless and naked in front of all of them staring at me.

“Oh fuck!”

“Greg, don’t worry about the suit- it’s an old one.”

Looking for my towel, I saw them all wadded up in a pile in the back. Suddenly, everything seemed to clear up. Earlier, when Thomas had reached over on the tube, and I was now sure that he’d hooked my shorts onto it to pull them off. And just now, I’d been so focused on that sunscreen that I wouldn’t have noticed another of the guys rigging that speedo up to something.

“What are you doing to me?”

“My friend saw you down at Rooster’s last month.”

Fuck…

Rooster’s was the gay bar in the city, and I thought I was more careful when I went there. I usually drove a couple of towns over if I wanted to hook-up with someone, but with the kids out of the house, it seemed safer now.

Nothing about today was safe though as swim trunks hit the ground one by one around the boat. I’d been tricked, and without a stitch of clothing, I couldn’t even pretend like all of this wasn’t turning me on. My hard cock was peeking out from behind my hands, and the smirks on their faces proved that they were all into it.

“Mark just texted that he’s out for the whole day- he’s still in bed. We have time to have some fun.”

I’d been trying to be the consummate host for years, and as I sat back down in the driver’s seat and pointed down at my crotch, this was no exception…