The following story is a work of fiction and all characters featured are over the age of 18.
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No matter how many nights I do it, I've never gotten use to sleeping alone. Lonely nights feel even more so in a king sized bed; room for two occupied by one. I look to my reflection on my closet mirror. I even look pathetic to myself. My chest has grown a thick mat of black fur, untrimmed, trailing down my torso, leading to the dark black bush above my penis. It's not like I have anyone to manscape for. My stomach is beginning to pudge, hiding the six pack I was once extremely proud of. My face has a slight stubble, which will soon disappear in the morning when I shave for work. All things considered, though, I am still a fairly descent looking guy for 45. I'm no underwear model, but I'm not bad to look at.
Sexually and romantically I've been alone for years. Ever since the casual girlfriend I knocked up left our son on my front step and ran off 19 years ago. Between raising Harper, my son, and work, I never found much time for dating. I barely could find time to masturbate. I wouldn't trade it for anything though. I'm close to my son and have a great relationship to him, father and friend, and thanks to all the hard work I've put in at the office, I was able to send him to the college of his choosing.
I've been lonely for almost two decades, but I'd never been alone, that is until 5 months ago when Harper left for college. While he was only a couple miles away attending state university, he was still no longer a part of my daily life. I missed him like crazy. I never realized that I depended on him as much as he did me. I had been out of the dating world for too long to know how to get back into in, had always been too busy for friends, and now my only companion was off living his own life.
However, this day was better. It was winter break from college, and Harper was back home. Here for an entire month. He brought a friend, Colby I think his name is, to stay with us. At first I was a little bummed out that my quality time with Harper was going to be interrupted, but Colby seemed like a nice guy, and when you're as lonely as I have been, any company is good company. They arrived in the late afternoon, and we went out to dinner at a local pizza place and we got to catch up. Harper and Colby were team mates on the college soccer team. Harper had joined solely for his love of the sport, while Colby was at the college on scholarship; athletic scholarship was the only way he could afford college. From what I gathered, Colby's parents abandoned him when he was a young child and he spent his life bouncing from foster home to foster home until he aged out of the system 8 months ago. Though a sad way to grow up, he does appear stronger for it. He is very confident and in control. He needs no one to take care of him, because he can take care of himself.
Now, I have never been with a man or ever really thought about it, but I've also never been one of those guys who were too insecure in their own sexuality to notice when another man is attractive, and Colby was a fine looking man. He was around 6'3, taller than both me and my son who both capped out at 5'8. His hair was full and styled perfectly with that just out of bed look. The near blackness of his hair made his bright blue eyes stand out more than they already did. They were gorgeous. His face was pale and smooth, but his lips were full and cherry red. Though clothed I could see his muscles bulging out. He wasn't overly muscular, but was in extremely good shape. Looking at him made the word Adonis come to my mind. He was absolutely beautiful.
This was a fact that didn't appear to be lost on my son. Though, I had sometimes suspected my son might be gay, it was never something we had directly discussed. I never tried to push the issues, fearing outing him before he had come to terms with it, but I always tried to make sure he knew that I was supportive of the LGBT community, so that when he was ready he'd feel safe to tell me.
There was something in the way they looked at each other. I wouldn't call it love, but rather lust. They seemed hungry for each other, rather than affectionate. I assumed they were probably friends who helped each other out sexually. I knew they would probably have sex in my house, just down the hall from my room. That thought excited me.
Now as I'm laying here, lonely and naked in my bed I'm beginning to believe my suspicions may be true. I begin to hear noises coming from down the hall. They start out subtle. I heard what I believed to be the smacking sounds of a passionate kiss, followed not to long after by what sounded like slight gagging and the occasional moans. At first I thought my horniness was just getting the best of me, but as the sound of my son's bed slowly creaking filled the silent house I knew it was true. Just down the hall from me, my son was getting fucked by possibly the most handsome man I had ever seen. I look down to see my dick start to rise. My arousal worries me. Why I am turned on my the noise of my son having sex?
The gentle rhyme of the bed's movements and slight whimpers escaping from my son are hypnotic. I find myself drawn to them. I get out of bed and slowly walk down the hall towards Harper's room. I feel in a trance, like I'm out of my body, watching myself.
I find the his bedroom door partially opened, and I peek in, and look upon a sight that almost makes me cum before I am even fully hard. My son's body is bent over the bed, his face burried in a pillow in an attempt to mute his cries of pleasure. I see his left hand clutching the bed sheets and his right hand strokes his throbbing dick. He seems to be about average length and thickness, but he is not really what my focus is on. Behind him, plowing into my boy's ass like an animal in heat is Colby. Sweat is dripping down his fit body, the light dusting of hair on his chest slicked down from the wetness. I can't see his cock, but I can just tell he's big.
