Page 6 of The Neighbor

There was also one other thing: I was afraid he would want to stop doing this if I rebuffed him. Yes, we always knew that this thing between us would eventually end. As soon as the summer break was over, he would go back to university and our fuck-fest will be done. But I was selfish and I wanted to keep doing it for as long as we could. After all, the problem will resolve itself when he leaves for Princeton. So I kept fucking him and said nothing.

That day, my dick was drilling his guts when I made the mistake of looking at his blissed-out face. It’s something I always avoided doing before, so I could at least keep an illusion of distance, still not ready to face reality. But now something got the better of me, and I opened my eyes. He gazed at me so reverently, like I was a God, and the way he called out my name made my cock throb inside him. Who could’ve remained unaffected by such adoration, such open worship? The urge to kiss him overpowered me—a compulsion to taste those lips that so often enveloped my cock, to suck on that expert tongue. I wanted to try it. I always loved kissing, always felt it added to the pleasure, and I realized now how much I’d missed it.

So I lowered my head and went for it. But before our lips could touch, the sound of the door opening behind my back stopped me mid-motion, and then the voice of my older son drowned out Danny’s moans.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Dad!” Matt said.

“Jesus!” Tyler, my younger one, added the next moment.

I wish I could say that was enough to stop me. But feeling Danny’s asshole contract and spasm around my cock triggered my own orgasm, and I kept pounding him until the last drop of cum was drained from my balls. And my two sons stood there frozen in shock and watched as I fucked him, balls slapping his ass, cock pumping in and out of a red, wet ring, all in Super Technicolor.

“Boys, go to your rooms!” I ordered as soon as I was able to think and speak again, but no sound came from behind my back, both of them still glued to the spot like they were turned to stone. Danny was staring at me like a deer in the headlights, still shielded from their view by my body, as mortified and frozen as they were. I pulled out of him, peeled off the cum-filled condom, and threw it away on the floor. Then I stood up, finally turning to face my scandalized sons.

I didn’t have any clothes nearby to cover up, so I kept standing naked before them, hands across my chest, cock still half-hard and shiny from cum. They’d seen it all before and weren’t fazed in the slightest. They were far more interested in the sight behind me, peering around to confirm what their eyes saw but their brains refused to process. Awkward, much?

“Daniel?” Tyler said, now more shocked than ever.

“What the actual fuck, Dad?!” Matt shouted, anger rising in his voice. “You’re fucking guys now?”

“Mind your language, boy,” I barked back, attempting to regain a shred of authority. “Daniel, pick up your clothes and go dress up in the bathroom.”

The poor kid jumped from the couch like it was lit on fire, grabbing his garments scattered across the floor with such speed that he resembled a moving blur. He ran to the bathroom and locked himself in. Speaking of which…

“I thought the door was locked?” I spoke calmer.

“They were,” Tyler said, speaking as if in a trance. “We have the key.”

“Right. Well, next time ring the bell. If the doors are locked, they are locked for a reason.”

“I can’t believe this,” Matt said, still outraged. “First Mom, then my brother, and now you!”

I was moving around the room in search of some discarded pair of shorts—I could have sworn I had them around here somewhere—but this stopped me in my tracks. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” Tyler cut in, elbowing Matt.

“Well, you said you wanted to tell him,” Matt replied, looking at him. “Might as well do it now.”

“Tell me what?” I asked.

“I’m—” Tyler began, then stopped. His mouth worked in silence for a few moments, then Matt sighed and said:

“He’s gay.”

“I’m gay,” Tyler confirmed. “At least… I think so.”

“Guess I’m the only normal one around here,” Matt said bitterly.

“Matthew, apologize to your brother right now!” I yelled, suddenly bursting with rage. “Being gay is perfectly normal, and I’m very disappointed in you for thinking like that. Is that the way I raised you?”

Matt looked truly abashed, and my anger vanished as quickly as it came. “I’m sorry,” he said, eyes fixed on the floor, his words aimed at no one in particular, but meant for both Tyler and myself. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know it,” he added, shoving Tyler lightly.

Tyler nodded, shoving him back, and I knew that, when the dust settles, we’d be fine.

“Okay,” I said. “Why don’t you go to your rooms and unpack while I put some clothes on. Then we’ll have something to eat and we’ll talk about whatever you want to talk about. Deal?”

“Yeah, I think we saw enough of your junk for the time being,” Matt said as he turned to go, a smirk playing on his lips. Now that the shock and confusion had begun to wear off, he was more like his usual wry self. Tyler chuckled and followed him upstairs, leaving me alone in the silent living room.

I strode to the bathroom and knocked on the door. “Danny? Everything okay in there?”

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