I sat on the porch drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, enjoying the warm breeze of a summer morning. When you're a single, middle-aged man, it's the little things in life that seem to be the most enjoyable.
"Good morning, Ollie!" Julie my neighbor smiled and waved at me from across the street before climbing into her jeep. Her son, Tyler followed close behind her, nodding at me as he strolled towards the car.
Tyler was young, maybe a senior in high school by now. He was small for his age, skinny and pale. His mother, Julie, had raised him by herself, after her husband left her while she was still pregnant. While Tyler was growing up, Julie relied on me to be a father figure to Tyler, or at least another guy to talk to about...guy stuff.
It didn't take long for me to pick up on some on Tyler's peculiar behaviors as a kid. Like taking time and care to pick out matching clothes each day for school, or not asking questions about girls and cooties. He'd always kept to himself. No girlfriends or school dances, just books and writing; by the time Tyler was 10 I was sure that he was gay. Back in the day, I had done my fair share of experimenting with other men. Casual sex and hookups, mostly. Nonetheless, I can usually pick up on subtle cues. Now that Tyler was getting older, I didn't spend as much time with him, and it was harder to read him.
It came as a surprise to me then, when I received an email from Julie later on that week.
"Hi Ollie, I hope this isn't asking too much, but I am wondering if you could talk to Tyler about girls. I've already had "the talk" with him, but I want to make sure that he is being safe. I think he likes a girl in his English class.
All of my love,
Julie"
I read the email several times. Unsure of what to think, and even more-so, what to say. Tyler was already 18, surely he understood everything about girls, and sex. And shit, he probably knew even more about male anatomy, if you know what I mean. I emailed Julie back and agreed to swing by her house on Saturday while she was out for the day and Tyler would be home alone.
That night, while I was showering I thought about Tyler, and what I might talk to him about. I pictured his penis, erect. I imagined his slim pale body bent over his bed, with his ass in the air. I pictured his wavy brown hair becoming matted and damp as he works his own cock. A wave of lust came over me. My 7-inch cock had become rock hard and was throbbing. I felt embarrassed about having such a strong desire for my good friend's son. I was beginning to grey, while Tyler hadn't grown a single facial hair.
I knocked lightly on the front door of Tyler and Julie's on Saturday morning. Nobody answered the door, so after a minute I let myself in. I heard a noise upstairs and quietly ascended the staircase to Tyler's bedroom. I tapped lightly on his door. "Tyler? Hey buddy, it's Ollie. Can I come in?"
"Uhh, I mean yeah sure. What do you need?" I heard a little scratchy voice. I must have woken him up.
I walked into the bedroom, which I found to be extremely tidy. Everything was in its place. Tyler was lying in bed wearing only plaid boxers. I glanced over at his mac that was open on his desk. An internet page was opened that looked like schoolwork. The other tabs were RedTube and Guys.com. I knew it. I know my gay porn sites.
"Ollie?" Tyler was standing up now. I blushed as I looked over at him, realizing that he had just caught me snooping.
"So your mom wanted me to talk to you." I said, sitting on his bed.
