Hi everyone! This is my first story so I'd love some constructive feedback! I plan to turn this into a series, so it starts a bit slow. Thanks for reading!
Lex
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"It's very nice to finally meet you." I said, shaking the hand of my son's boyfriend. "My son's been talking my ear off about how great you are." My son blushed, standing beside his lover, a foot taller than his skinner boyfriend. He was home for summer break and had brought his boyfriend home for me to meet. I hadn't seen him since he left for college the year before, and was ecstatic to finally have him back.
Paul was my pride and joy. He was the son I could ask for. He was the captain of his highschool football team and the greatest his school had ever seen. A recruiter spotted him and offered him a full scholarship to a college an hour away from home. Not that he needed it, he was just as smart and would have found another way in life.
While a lesser man would have been ashamed for having a gay son, I was not. When Paul came out to me, I asked him if he was still the man I had raised him to be, with all the values I painstakingly drilled into him. He told me he was, and I believed him. He was a man's man. He was masculine and muscular and didn't take anyone's shit, from myself occasionally. So what if he liked boys? I might not understand everything about it, but it made me proud that he was brave enough to tell me.
His mom always dealt with the emotional stuff with our kids. I was never any good at it. Maybe I was too much of a man in a typical sense for my own good. After his mom died, he didn't really get the same level of emotional support from me, but I was thrilled at how he turned out. His coming out was a bit of a relief to me, that I hadn't fucked it all up, that we were close enough for him to talk to me about this kind of stuff. After all, isn't this the same as talking about pussy with my other son? It was the same relationship thing after all, maybe just in a different language that I didn't speak.
"Same, Mr. Nelson." Ethan replied, giving me a firmer shake than I would have expected from a guy his size. He was a cute kid, and from what I saw, he looked like the 'girl' of the relationship. Paul chastised me about it before, saying how both men are men and none of them were the 'girl', but it was the only way I could wrap my head around all this. If he took it up the ass, he was the girl, plain and simple.
"Please, call me Michael." I beamed, trying to make him feel at home. Around two buff guys, I'd assume he would be uncomfortable, so I was trying hard to make him feel part of the family.
"Will do, Michael." He responded with a grin. Clearly my efforts were working.
"Now, why don't you make yourself at home and I'll give you a hand with your bags. Come on Paul, unless college life had made you weak?" I teased, wrapping my arms around my son. Ethan nodded as we made our way outside. Judging from his size, Paul's boyfriend wouldn't be much help, and would have only gotten in our way. Plus, I wanted a chance to catch up with my son.
"Bet I could carry more bags than you, old man." He jerked back, laughing with me, just like old times.
"How've you been, son?" I asked, reaching into the trunk of his car to grab their luggage.
"I've been good, dad." He smiled. "I just wanted to say thanks for letting me bring Ethan home, and for being so understanding."
"Hey, don't get soft on me now!" I chuckled, not wanting to get into anything serious without a drink. "Of course, he's welcome here. You're my son. As long as you're happy, I'm happy. I love you."
"Now who's getting soft?" He joked, pulling the last of his stuff out of the car. "I love you too." He added with a smile.
Getting everything took a few trips from the car to the house. They sure brought a lot of stuff for just two guys, no doubt most of this stuff belonged to Ethan. Paul was a simpler guy, who only believed in the essentials, like his old man. We were a sweaty mess, labouring under the afternoon heat. When we returned, Ethan was sitting on the couch, absorbing his surroundings. In a way, I was glad that my son was the 'man' in the relationship. That he was the one sweating it out in the sun, and not sitting indoors with the AC on.
"Now, how bout we hit the pool?" I asked, wanting to cool down from the heat. "Meet you in the back in ten minutes? I'll get the beers." I tilted my frame towards Ethan too, implying that my invitation extended to him as well.
"Sure, Michael!" He responded happily, almost happy that he was included. "Let's get changed, babe." He ran, dragging Paul to his room to get ready together.
I smiled as I watched their love for each other. Ethan reminded me of my wife, Helen. She too, was energetic and always ready to have fun. I was already starting to like this kid. I returned to my own room to change into my black pair of board shorts. I opted not to wear a top, instead going in shirtless. I observed myself in the mirror and smiled. Helen and I were madly in love and had Paul when we were young. I was now in my mid forties, and still looked great. I packed muscles and was stocky. I wasn't as cut as my son but I still had it. Hair was sprinkled across my large pecs, with a thick trail dusted down my stomach, with just a hint of abs hidden under a thin layer of fat. I still looked good. Maybe one of these days I could go on a double date with my son and his lover.
I headed out with a pack of beer and was the first one out. They were taking a while, likely having a quickie before coming out. I smiled to myself as I thought of how lucky Paul was, probably receiving a quick blow job as a thank you for carrying the bags in. I grab a beer and lay on a deck chair, absorbing the weather as I take a sip.
I had finished a few beers before they joined me. Ethan was the first one out, wearing board shorts similar to mine. His ass looked great, and if he were a girl, I would have made a move. Though, he would look better in a speedo or something more revealing, more feminine.
As if reading my thoughts, my son walked out wearing just that- a bright, baby blue speedo. He said nothing as he grabbed two beers and handed one to Ethan. I took the opportunity to look at him. Gone was his body hair. I had seen Paul nude in the gym locker rooms before. I knew that his chest was just as hairy as mine. He was an early bloomer, and had developed his fur early. But here he was, smooth as a baby from the chin down. I looked further down and noticed that his cock was likely hairless too! But what kind of speedo was he wearing? It seemed solid at parts.
I must have stared too long, as Paul blushed a deep crimson. He quickly jumped into the pool, no doubt to hide from me.
I was always proud of my hair, and assumed Paul would be too. After all, it was a sign of a man, used to differentiate men, boys and women. I decided to let it slide, concluding it was just some gay shit they both did that I was too straight to understand. I pushed the idea aside as Ethan walked towards me.
"Hey Eth. Grab a seat." I called out, taking a sip.
"Hey Michael." He grinned as he plopped on the deck beside mine. We sat in silence, watching Paul as he swam a few laps. He was still in great shape, and it was evident with every powerful stroke he made in the water.
"Your son's a great guy." Ethan finally spoke, breaking the quietness. "I really like him. I promise I'll be good to him, you'll see." I sat in silence, absorbing his words.
"I'm sure I will." I replied, not knowing what else to say. I recognised these words. They were the same ones that came out of my lips when I promised Helen's dad that I would take care of her. Why was Ethan having this talk with me? Maybe both Paul and Ethan had to promise the other's parents that they'd both take care of each other. I hope so. I was sure that was so, until Paul waved Ethan over, snapping me out of my thoughts. Then I noticed how hairy Ethan's legs were compared to my son's.
I sat there, confused, as I saw Ethan jump into the pool, both of them embracing each other in the water.
I pushed those thoughts away, concluding I was likely drunk and overthinking things. We had fun, grilling some steaks and just talking about school. They told me how they met, in the library, where Ethan approached Paul and talked about how he had been to a few of his games, before asking him out. It was cute, Ethan gushing over how hot Paul was. I got to know Paul a lot better as well. He was orphaned at a young age and adopted by two gay dads. They were just ecstatic when they realised Ethan was gay too. He was a good kid, and when Paul and I had a moment, I told him he picked a good one. Paul smiled.
