*Reminder: All participants are 18 and over*
I was on a beach on some remote island, and everything was in black and white. The sound of waves crashing against the sand overwhelmed my ears, but my eyes were transfixed. There he was: Jake Jones, my son's bully, my owner/obsession, standing completely naked, his muscles glistening in sweat. My mouth quivered starring at his pecs, then lower to his massive cock. He stroked it with his left hand, his right one bringing a cigarette to those delicious lips. I didn't think he smoked, but goddamn he looked good doing it. He blew some smoke in my direction, followed by giving me a kissy face and wink.
Fuck. I felt like melting.
I shifted my focus to his tangerine balls, which looked loaded and ready. Suddenly I started having flashes; those balls, Jake's eyes, his lips, his chest, his abs. It was overwhelming, like a seizure. I was then interrupted by the cacophony that is my phone's alarm clock. I woke up to find my wife already in the bathroom, and my underwear soaked.
A wet dream? I hadn't had one of those since high school.
Then it all came back to me: Last night I had a threesome with not only my son's bully, but as well as his crush, Melanie. I was both ashamed and aroused by the memory. Maybe I had finally gone too far. Maybe it was finally time for this affair, fling, whatever it was to end. Maybe it was time to move on. The timing seemed right, with Jake and Billy graduating today. Surely Jake would be leaving town for some Ivy League school with some athletic scholarship, and he'd have plenty of women and men to choose from. I'd miss him, but it couldn't last. Besides, why would a young, muscular, popular jock want with me when he'd have an ocean's worth of women and men to dominate at his university. Jake was like if Michelangelo's David was a surfer, and I had once been mistaken for Ron Livingston. It could never last.
My daze was disrupted by a text from the one and only.
"Call me."
Suddenly there was movement in my soaked boxers. My wife was in the shower, but I knew she'd be in there for awhile. I didn't wait one more minute and called him without leaving the room. He picked up after the fifth ring. What a tease.
"Morning, Stanley Boy," he said with that confidence I loved so much.
"Morning, stud" I blurted out. I immediately covered my mouth. Christ, that was dumb.
"I hope you got enough rest. Today's a big day."
"Oh right," I responded. "It's graduation day. You excited?"
"It's more than that, Stanley Boy. It's my last day in town. Yours, too"
My heart sunk. I figured he would leave, but today was sooner than I expec-wait, did he say it was my last day too?
"What are you talking about, Jake?" I whispered, trying to hide my urgency.
"I'm bored, my little bitch. Bored of this town, its people, living comfortably. I want adventure. Uncertainty. I'm young and rich and I want the excitement I'm entitled too. But most of all, I want you to come with me."
I was flattered and confused. Instead of telling him no I asked
"Where would we be going?"
"Wherever the wind takes us. Don't worry about it. I have money, a car. Let's leave it all behind."
Jake's excitement and enthusiasm for life was adorable, no matter how misguided. He had such a hunger that I once had, before I gave up and let other people make decisions for me. I heard my wife turn the shower off, and I knew I only had a few minutes until she came out.
"Listen, Jake. I really wish it were that easy...but you know I can't just up and leave like that. I have a family, a job, responsibilities. Why don't you go, and then if you ever come back...maybe we can see each other again?"
He responded immediately.
"Yeah, I figured you'd say no at first. Don't worry, you'll change your mind. You'll see. Keep an eye on your phone during the ceremony. See you soon, boy."
The call ended before I could get another word in.
"Jake? Jake?"
"Who's Jake?"
FUCK. Karen, my wife was standing there. How much had she heard? Fuck, fuck.
"Uhmm...Jake, from State Farm" I improvised.
There was a good ten seconds before she started cracking up. She then got dressed and completely moved on. I can't believe it worked. I got in the shower and felt my heart racing, so I masturbated, imagining I was back in Jake's arms. After ejaculating I felt like my head was clear for the first time in a while, and I knew what I had to do, as a responsible adult: I had to end it with Jake. I had to tell him that our...time was done, and that we had to never speak of this. I would say goodbye to my son when he leaves for college and would try to do my best to bring life back into my marriage, and sex life. It wasn't gonna be easy, but the right thing seldom is.
After a quick breakfast we were in the car and heading to the high school. Billy was capped and gowned, and unusually happy. It was actually a nice change.
"Excited, son?" I asked.
"I sure am!" he exclaimed. "Melanie called me this morning and asked me to be her date for a big graduation party!"
My smile faded and my stomach dropped. My son was finally getting a date with longtime crush...the night after she fucked me and his bully. Was this a sick joke? Was Jake setting him up? I hid my horror and played along, telling him how excited I was for him. My son finally seemed optimistic and ready to take on the world. I was proud, but naturally ridden with guilt.
We pulled into a crowded parking lot and my phone buzzed the second I hit park. It was him. I froze for a second, but kept it together. I figured I should just get it out of the way. I told my family that I would meet them inside, and that it was my boss calling to tell me about some business thing that couldn't wait. They bought it. Billy gave me a fist bump on his way out, and Karen blocked my attempt at a kiss. I could smell the whiskey on her breath.
I called him back and he once again let it ring. Goddamn it. After the sixth one he picked up.
