One thing had become clear in all of my sexual interactions with my room-mate's son: It wasn't just my giving him head that got his rocks off, the real turn-on was the risk of getting caught.
Despite my best efforts to resist his advances, I was powerless to refuse Duncan's every request. I was so infatuated with the boy that I couldn't say no, whatever the consequences. I knew that it was inevitable that his father would catch us, and that it would result in the end of our friendship. None of that compelled me to stop, all that mattered to me was satiating the boy's every desire.
Whenever I'd resist his attempts to take things up another level, he'd concoct a way to force me into an uncomfortable situation. One morning, when his father and I were in the kitchen having coffee and Duncan was in the bathroom shaving, the boy called to me on the pretence of asking me about something. I was attempting to answer from the kitchen, seated right across from his father.
Duncan said, "I'm sure the whole apartment block can hear us, why don't you come closer, so we don't have to shout our heads off?"
I got up, walked over and stood in the bathroom doorway, just a few meters away from, and clearly in sight of his father. Duncan smiled at me as he stood completely nude at the bathroom sink. I could see the remnants of shaving cream on his handsome young face. I looked down to see he had his hard cock in his hand, stoking it.
He smiled slyly as he continued the conversation, "So, any plans for the weekend? Want to hang out with me while Papa is at his course?"
My eyes were glued to his hand making love to his hard cock while I tried to reply, "Um, sure... What did you have in mind?"
Duncan continued to stare at himself in the mirror, acting as if he wasn't jerking off in front of me with his father only a few meters away. He suggested, "Why don't we head back to the city centre, that was a lot of fun."
He was referring to getting busted in the public toilet by the security guard. The pace of his hand on his cock sped up while trying to make coherent conversation as his father could likely hear every word. Mid-sentence, the boy started to ramble, then a gurgle and a soft groan. I watched as he pointed his rock-hard cock into the sink and fired off several shots of hot cum.
The boy's strange noises had caught his father's attention. I glanced in Brian's direction and caught his stare. He had a look on his face; A mix of confusion punctuated by what I can only describe as a look of concern. I turned and headed to my bedroom, closing the door and ripping open my pants. I furiously jerked my cock and 30 seconds later I was depositing a big load of cum into the previous days boxers.
A few nights later, when Brian was on his course, the boy called me into his bedroom. "Hey Daddy, come check this out!"
I entered Duncan's room to find him on his bed examining his phone.
He smiled, "Come closer and see what I found."
As he turned his phone towards me, I saw he was on Grindr. He asked me, "Tell me what you see?"
I studied the phone as the boy thumbed through the pictures on a profile. There were a series of pictures of the man's torso and his cock. I was puzzled, it was just a typical Grindr profile, noting exceptional. The man was in good shape, in his early forties I presumed by his body.
Duncan said, "Look closely. Not just at him, at everything else."
I studied the pictures again as Duncan flipped through them more slowly this time. Then it hit me. The chair, the desk, a sliver of a curtain in the background...
It was our apartment. The man in the photos was Brian, Duncan's dad. I gasped when I made the connection.
