He can’t keep that dick down, and neither can I.

Even when we were heading back to my place in the cab, after Jesse’s board shorts had dried, I noticed a wet dot by his cock. Precum, I figured.

He wants it as much as I do. I saw it in how quickly he got hard when I rested my hand on his body, which I did on purpose—a test. Playing with fire, I know, but I had to know this wasn’t all in my fucking head.

I open the door to my condo and lead him inside, closing the door behind him.

“Ty?” I call out, listening for a reply. “You back?”

Please don’t be back.

This is such a terrible thing to want. For my son to be gone so I can find a way to fuck his friend. I’m a horrible father. He’s always thought that about me anyway, but if I follow through with this, he might never forgive me.

That should be enough to stifle my desire. To still these thoughts. But I can’t control what I fucking feel for this kid. I know what it feels like to just want to fuck someone, but this is so much more intense. It’s like he’s giving off pheromones that are perfectly crafted to reel me in. Like he’s bait for some TV show that’s going to burst in and expose me as a creep if I put the moves on my son’s buddy.

As many mental obstacles as there are, as many pleas as I hear from a small part of me that begs me to reconsider, I won’t listen.

I can’t.

This craving Jesse’s stirred within me is too strong and the promise of fulfillment too enticing.

Jesse approaches the kitchen island and whirls around, facing me, staring directly into my eyes, his intention clear.

“This is a shit idea,” I say, since I feel like one of us has to.

“I know.”

I scan his body—those hot muscles I want my hands and mouth all over. They’re trapped in that tight, restrictive tank top. And there are still a few damp spots clinging to his body the way I want to be clinging to it right now.

I approach him, trying to restrain myself a little bit longer. Long enough to think it through.

He looks up at me, the brown hues of his chestnut-colored irises capturing my attention. I lift my hand and run my thumb along his jaw. He tenses up but doesn’t fight it. I lower my hand, running my thumb between his pecs and down his torso. His breathing is quick, uneasy.

“You nervous?” I ask.

“Yes,” he admits before lunging at me, pressing his lips against mine.

Fuck.

I wasn’t expecting him to be so bold, and I know the moment his mouth slams against mine, it’s over for me. The intensity of our lips colliding has adrenaline pulsing through me and amplifies my need for him far beyond anything I expect myself to be able to control.

I reach down for his cock, stroking my palm against the fabric of his board shorts, pleasuring his shaft.

“God, you got a big fucking dick, Jesse,” I tell him as I break our kiss for a moment. I slide my hand down to his nuts and grab on, applying some pressure.

He grips my crotch. “You’re one to talk.”

He must have fucked around with a lot of guys to be this confident in his own movements. And his confidence arouses me even more. I’m used to submissive guys who want to be dominated, but Jesse’s the kind of guy who can hold his own.

I check the door. A part of me fears that Ty’s going to walk in any second. That he’s going to find us in the most precarious of positions and lose his shit.

But Jesse grabs my face and pulls my attention back to him, locking lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He pushes me back against the kitchen island.

We kiss furiously, passionately, like we’ve both been deprived of the taste of another person’s mouth for too long. I doubt that’s true for either of us, especially considering he does it with such skill.

We match rhythms, and I push him back as we kiss, until I have him up against the wall. I grab his wrists and pin them over his head. He moans into my mouth.

I press my pelvis against his, giving my cock some relief as I push against him, feeling that moment of satisfaction. My body’s trembling like his is. There’s so much energy coursing through me. I would have thought some of my desire would settle once we started kissing, but it’s only made me want him more…need him more.

“You taste so fucking good,” I say. “Feel so fucking good. These fucking clothes are pissing me off.”

“Hard for me to take them off when you’re pushing me up against the wall.”

I lower my hands and grab the hem of his tank top, forcing it off over his head before squatting and kissing down his body, groping, stroking those beautiful muscles. I take his nipple into my mouth, and as I swipe my tongue across it, I hear Jesse groan in a way that tells me so much.

I pull away and snicker. “You like nipple play?” I ask.

He smirks. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

I get back to work, and he cups my head with his hand.

“Now would probably be a good time to get to the bedroom,” he says.

I look up and see that he’s looking toward the door. And yeah, if Ty came in at this point, there wouldn’t be much we could do to explain what the fuck is going on.

I stand back up and kiss him, setting my hand on his waist and guiding him into my room. I close the door behind us, and there’s relief in knowing that the threat of being discovered isn’t an issue.

I shove him onto the bed and pull down his board shorts, revealing a stiff, veiny dick.

“Holy fuck, that’s even bigger than it looked,” I say. “But I doubt that’s the first time you’ve heard that.”

He cocks a brow. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

“Conceited thing,” I tease before leaning down and tasting the head of his dick with my tongue.

I throw my shirt off, and he studies my body.

It’s different than the way he was looking at it at the beach. He’s not holding back. Not trying to put on a show and act like he’s not totally turned on right now. He’s taking it in, enjoying it selfishly, greedily.

I kick off my flip-flops and drop my own swimming trunks before crawling onto the bed, over him. I kiss him again and again, then pull away and make my way down his body until I reach his cock, which I take quickly into my mouth. It tastes so good. I struggle to take it, but it’s a challenge I’m eager to take on. I gag a little as it hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and I can tell by his tone that he’s turned on by my attempt.

I pull my mouth off his cock and take a deep breath, gripping his shaft and stroking.

I want in his ass so fucking bad…desperately so. I get up and head over to the nightstand to grab condoms and lube when I hear the sound of the front door opening.

“Shit,” I say.

Jesse curses just as quickly, but I’m relieved as hell that we came in here when we did.

I stand still beside the nightstand.

I don’t know why, but for some reason, I feel like if I move, he’ll hear me and come running, knowing exactly what we’re up to. Even though that’s insane. Even though there’s nothing about right now that should lead him to suspect a damn thing.

“Jesse?” Ty calls.

Jesse hops to his feet, grabs his shorts off the floor, and I hurry to him, grab his arm. As he looks up at me, I raise my forefinger to my mouth, and he nods. I tilt my head toward my en suite bathroom, and he hurries inside. I slide into my board shorts and head out into the hallway.

“Hey, Ty,” I say.

Ty looks at me with wide eyes. His hair is disheveled, his eyes puffy and with bags under them, and he’s still wearing the same clothes he went out in last night.

Walk of shame.

And he’s totally not owning it, apparently bothered that his dad might know he was out drinking and fucking around with some girl last night and this morning.

Although, I don’t know why the hell he thinks I’d have a problem with that. He’s in his twenties and can do whatever the hell he wants with his sex life as long as he’s safe and not being a complete asshole to girls.

“You…uh…seen Jesse around?” Ty asks.

“We went to the beach earlier.”

His eyes narrow, and I can’t tell if it’s because he thinks that’s strange or if he’s feeling the lingering effects of his hangover.

“He asked me about surfing when he came home last night, so I told him I’d show him some moves. He stayed back at the beach for a drink at one of the bars.”

“Oh, okay. I was gonna tell him that I had a busy night, so I’m gonna stay in bed the rest of the day.”

I wink at him. “Let me know if you need me to go out and get some ibuprofen or Tylenol.”

Ty forces a smile. “That might not be such a bad idea, honestly.”

“I’ll grab some after I finish up some work stuff,” I lie. Work stuff is clearly a placeholder for fucking his friend Jesse, which I desperately want to get back to right now.

“Cool, cool. Thanks, Eric,” he says as he heads to the master bedroom.

I should feel bad that I’m about to head back into my room and fuck the hell out of his friend, but it’s too late for guilt. I need to get in there and finish what we started.