Waylaid

Originally published in the 2016 ebook Buddy.

Dad woke me up at six a.m. on Saturday. I dragged ass getting out of bed, all my misgivings about a going on a run with him coming to a head. By the time we were on the road I felt like getting up had been the right decision. The morning sun was beaming through the window and I was going somewhere, doing something, which was more than I could say for my life lately.

I’d had high hopes for my summer in the months before I graduated high school. But then Nick, my best friend, stopped talking to me. I thought I might be over it by the time summer hit, but now I found myself with even more time on my hands and nobody to share it with. I was working (washing dishes at the diner at night) but I had no social life. I was languishing in some post-high school, pre-college purgatory.

“Waking up?” Dad said. I smiled at him. He rubbed the back of my head. “Thanks for coming out with me today.” You didn’t give me much of a choice, I thought of saying, but kept it to myself. I was getting excited for physical activity. Nick had been my tennis partner, so I’d lost that outlet too, when I lost him. I missed the feeling of being wrung-out, happily exhausted.

“Sorry it took me so long to get out of bed,” I said just as Dad’s phone blooped. He picked it up and pressed the face.

“No worries. Hey, looks like Adam’s going to join us too. You remember Adam?” I shook my head. Dad had taken up running a year back and I’d heard Adam's name a number of times, but that was about it.

We pulled into the gravel lot at the trail, which was an old railroad track that had been converted. A family was unloading bicycles from a rack on the back of their station wagon. Dad and I stretched in the sunshine. A Honda pulled in. “That’s Adam,” Dad said. The Honda pulled next to where we were standing and Adam got out.

It was instant attraction, I think. He was younger than my dad, not by much but he was noticeably fit and handsome, with a strong chin and jaw. He reminded me of Anderson Cooper but with dark, thinning hair.

“Adam; Kevin,” Dad said.

“I’ve met you before,” Adam said in a soft voice, taking my hand. “You looked a lot different then.”

“That must have been a decade ago,” Dad said. “Adam and I used to work together.”

“I used to be his boss,” he said, and winked at me. “Heard you graduated. Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” I said. Shortly after we took off down the trail. The trees were high and green and the morning air was cool. I kept up with Dad and Adam for a little bit but eventually lagged behind. Adam had a strong back, muscled legs and a really nice butt. I caught myself – was I really lusting after my dad’s friend? – but chalked it up to horniness. See, Nick and I had been having sex with each other on an almost regular basis for most of our junior and senior years. So that was another outlet I’d lost when our friendship ended.

Fifteen minutes into the run I felt like I was going to die. My head throbbed, it hurt to breath – everything hurt. I lost sight of Dad and Adam but I never stopped completely. And then the pain started to go away. I got into a zone where I was very aware of my body and my breathing. I wasn’t thinking, just doing, and I felt like I could jog forever.

Dad and Adam turned back and when they met up with me I turned too.

“First run, eh?” Adam said once we got back to the lot. I nodded, which was all I could manage to make my body do at that point. Adam laughed and put a hand on my back; it felt nice.

The next day my bones felt like rubber, but all I could think about was going running again. So Monday morning I borrowed Mom’s car and drove out myself. I did it again Tuesday morning and Wednesday. By Saturday I was looking forward to running with Dad again, and secretly hoping that Adam would show up too. But Dad wasn’t feeling well.

“Adam texted me, though – would you want to meet up with him?” he said. I said sure and he gave me Adam’s number.

It was a little awkward, at first, just for the fact that he was my dad’s friend and my dad wasn’t around. We took off running and I kept up with him the whole way. I could tell he was impressed.

“I’ve been running every day,” I told him once we finished.

“Addicted, huh? I know the feeling.” I’d been having fantasies during the entire run about us going off the path together and fooling around. And I realized something, which is that exercise makes me horny. But of course I didn’t say this.

“Sometimes your dad and I get lunch after a run – interested? My treat.” I said sure, and then I drove behind Adam to the Little Bird Café on Market Street. We sat across from each other at an outdoor table. The sweat had dried and I felt great. Adam smiled at me. He had great lips. I wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

Up to this point I’d never kissed a guy. With Nick, kissing was off limits. And Nick was the only guy – actually, the only person– I’d ever had sex with.

It started our sophomore year. Nick and I had known each other since junior high, but sophomore year we both ended up on the basketball team. I’ve never been that into basketball but I liked the coach and it was a good group of guys.

One Friday night Jeremy, this guy on our team, had a party at his house when his parents went out of town. It was pretty much just the team and a few girls who wound up going home early. Jeremy’s parents had all this porn on DVD and we were watching it, which was weird – I’d watched porn on the internet, but never with other people.

Eventually it was just me, Nick, Jeremy and these two brothers, Brian and Ben. We were sitting around Jeremy’s dad’s den, watching porn and drinking beer.

“I’m getting so fucking horny. I need to jack off,” Jeremy kept saying. Then he was like, “I’m jacking off, I don’t care what anybody thinks.” He took out his cock which was hard. The brothers were laughing at how big it was – which it was pretty big. Jeremy told them to take theirs out and they did. We all did, eventually, and then it just felt natural to start jacking off and watching the porn.

Any weirdness became total excitement for me. I didn’t realize I was gay at the time. In fact I had a girlfriend, though all we’d ever done was make out. This felt a million times more exciting than anything I’d done with her. We were openly checking each other out and barely watching the porn. The brothers were sitting right next to each other like they’d done it a million times. Nick said afterward that he suspected they had.

“Contest to see who shoots first?” Jeremy said. He set a glass on the coffee table. Nick ended up being the first to shoot. He shot a ton, too, right in the glass. Jeremy shot next then me, then Ben then Brian. Jeremy tried to get Brian to drink it because he lost but nobody took him seriously.

Nothing like that ever happened again, but the experience clarified some things for me. It wasn’t a coincidence that I broke up with my girlfriend just a week or so after. She took it well considering I couldn’t really explain to her why. I wasn’t ready to come out, just yet, not even as bisexual.

I quit basketball my second semester because I got on the tennis team and I liked it better. Nick and I stayed friends. He brought up what had happened at Jeremy’s more than a few times, but always to say how “fucked up” it had been.

“I think Jeremy’s a fag,” he said once. “And those brothers fuck each other up the ass.” None of that had ever occurred to me and I said as much.

Junior year Nick got into a fight with Jeremy during basketball practice. It was a really serious fight and Jeremy ended up in the emergency room. He was okay, but Nick got kicked off the team. That’s how we ended up playing tennis together, which we did almost every day last summer at the courts near the swimming pool.

One day in late June, we’d just finished playing (I won, which was typical) when Nick said “I don’t feel like going home, you want to drive up to the gas well?” The gas well was this spot in the country where kids partied. It was a weird suggestion, but I said yes, and I got this feeling like something was going to happen.

We drove there in his mom’s SUV and the whole time he talked about how horny he was cause Lindsey, his girlfriend, was on the rag. It was a beautiful evening, the sun low and warm, and we parked in the clearing and sat there listening to music for a bit.

“Wasn’t it crazy when we all jacked off together?” Nick said. He’d said the same thing like a million times before.

“Yeah. It was fun though.”

“You thought so?”

“I just said so. I mean we all shot our loads. It was great.”

“Yeah,” Nick said. There was a pause. Then out of nowhere: “Did you ever wonder what it would be like to suck a dick?”

“I guess I’ve wondered,” I said, heart racing.

“I guess I have, too.” I said nothing. “Wanna try it?” Nick said. I nodded. We took our cocks out and both of us were totally hard. After a minute or two he looked into my eyes and I looked back, then he leaned down and took my dick in his mouth. It was sloppy and toothy, in retrospect, but at the time it was one of the best things I ever felt.

I was just as excited to try sucking his, which was a nice thick dick. I was focused on trying to do a good job when he came. Just like that, with no warming. I gagged and spit out the window.

“Sorry,” Nick said, and instantly began buttoning up. “Shit I gotta get home.” He was on the road before I even got my dick in my pants. It was a little frustrating but it was just Nick being Nick.

He didn’t call me back for two days. Finally we played tennis together, pretending it had never happened until I beat him and he asked me if I wanted to drive up to the gas well again. He was all sheepish.

“Don’t cum in my mouth this time,” I said. I had every intention of cumming, too, even if I had to do it myself, which didn’t end up happening because Nick made me shoot in his mouth and he actually swallowed, which was amazing because he seemed totally into it.

The pattern repeated itself: weirdness for a few days before we were doing it again. Then we were doing it every day. “Let’s play tennis” became code for “Let’s play tennis then drive up to the gas well to suck dick.”

We had a routine: I’d blow him then he’d blow me until I blew in his mouth and he came in his hand. We barely talked beforehand, sometimes during, and never after.

In the winter of our senior year we would leave the car running so it stayed warm while we blew each other. We were getting really good at it.

“I want to fuck you,” Nick said one day. Of course I’d fantasized about it, even slipping a finger up my ass sometimes when I jacked off. But I was afraid to try it for real and I told him so.

“I’ll go slow,” he said. “I even brought lube, I stole it off Austin.” Austin was his brother in college.

We got in the back seat. I got on my back and Nick got on top of me and put my legs up on his shoulders. He lubed up his dick and my asshole. I reminded him to go slow. He did not go slow. He shoved it in to the hilt and I felt like I was being ripped in two. I asked him to stop but he kept going until he came inside me, right when it was starting to feel good for me.

A few days later we were up at the well and he asked if he could fuck me again. I said “No, you weren’t good at it. I’ll fuck you, though.”

“Okay,” he said, just like that, and I wondered if that was what he’d been after all along. We got in the back seat and I put his legs up on my shoulders like he’d done with me. I had trouble getting it in because he wouldn’t raise up his hips – I mean, I’m a strong guy, but it was like he expected me to do all the work. I even went slow, like he hadn’t done with me, but it didn’t seem to matter because he lay there like a lump the whole time, with this pained look on his face.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Just do it,” he said, and wouldn’t look at me. So I just fucked away until I came, which almost came as a relief. To my surprise, though, he started jacking his dick right as I was finishing and he came, like instantly, all over his stomach.

Maybe not surprisingly that was the last time we hung out. It shocked me, it was so sudden, and it hurt really bad. But apparently taking it up the ass had been a star too far for Nick. He avoided me completely and started hanging out with Jeremy, of all people – the guy he’d sent to the emergency room. They acted like total shits to me; Jeremy especially.

Then one day Jeremy and Nick were in line behind me in the cafeteria and Jeremy coughed “fag” under his breath. Nick was snickering and I’d just had enough. I grabbed Jeremy by the throat and pushed him into a tray of pudding cups. Mr. Cunkleman broke it up and I got detention for a week but it was absolutely worth it.

Neither of them bothered me after that. Which made things easier, but not exactly good. I still had friends but nobody I was really close to like Nick. So I wound up just biding my time until graduation, then until college.

I’ve never thought of myself as, like, a horndog. At least not like some of the guys at school, where it seems like sex is all they ever talk about. But the more I sat with Adam the more I felt like if I didn’t make a move toward him I would go crazy. I was so attracted to him.

“Do you know what you know what you’re going to major in?” Adam said.

“Maybe pharmacy; I’m not sure. Did you go to college?”

“Yes. Well, for a year; then I dropped out.”

“What did you do when you dropped out?”

“I joined a commune, actually. A farm in southern West Virginia. I lived there for four years and just gardened and read books and took care of goats.”

“That sounds awesome,” I said.

“It was,” Adam said, taking a sip of water. “The commune’s still there. I visit from time to time.”

“So they’re like, hippies?”

“Yeah. Well, they’re mostly gay men.”

Bingo, went a voice in my head. “Are you gay?” I asked.

“Yes,” Adam said. “Are you?”

“Yes,” I said. My heart was racing. “I’ve never said that before. To anybody.”

“Wow. I’m honored.” He reached across the table and took my hand. I wasn’t horny anymore, just a little shocked at how things had progressed. I was trembling and I started to cry.

“Don’t tell my dad,” I said.

“Of course I won’t.”

“Does my dad know you’re gay?” Adam nodded, and that made me feel good. Even though I suspected my parents would be cool when I eventually came out to them, there was still that kernel of fear in my head that they’d freak out.

Adam told me about how he came out to his parents in college. They asked him not to come home and he hadn’t talked to them for four years. But they came around eventually.

We sat there for a little while longer, talking. I told him all about Nick and our unceremonious “breakup.” Adam was sympathetic.

Finally I began to feel normal. We walked to our cars. Adam was standing in front of me and my car door was open. “Let’s do this again soon, huh?” he said, looking into my eyes. He held out his arms and I hugged him. All my lust and emotion welled up again and I turned my face to his and kissed him. Adam pulled away.

“I’m sorry. Fuck,” I said.

“No, no, it’s okay,” Adam said. He looked a little shocked.

“I think you’re hot. I’ve been thinking about doing that all day,” I said, looking down at my shoes.

“I’m flattered,” Adam said. He took a deep breath. “And, well, I find you attractive as well.” I smiled. “But I feel like, for now, we should just be friends. Is that okay?” I nodded. “And let’s run again soon – like on Monday? I’ll take a personal day.”

Driving home I felt confused: a little ashamed, but also exhilarated. And horny, still. I had a wet dream that night – about Anderson Cooper, naturally.

Adam texted me Monday morning and we met at the trail. Running was exactly what I needed at that point, I was so full of nervous energy. In fact we went further along the trail than we ever had before, and I wondered if we were both trying to outrun our sex drives.

We got lunch again at the same place and Adam didn’t waste any time. “Kevin, you mentioned last time that you were attracted to me.”

“I am,” I said, my face going red.

“Well, I apologize for turning away when you kissed me. It’s a little confusing, with your dad, and our age difference.” I nodded, prepared for a letdown.

“However…” Adam said, and I perked up. “Part of me feels like this is crazy. But you seem mature. Mature enough. You’re old enough to make your own decisions, and in the eyes of the law there wouldn’t be any problem with us messing around. Of course, my judgement might be clouded by the fact that I think you’re hot as fuck.”

My dick got hard, hearing him talk like that. “You think I’m hot?” I said.

“Younger guys get my dick hard every time, especially when they’re fit and handsome like you.”

“My dick’s hard right now,” I said.

“Is it?” Adam said. He casually reached under the table and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I’d never been so turned on before.

“I feel like I have to say this, even though I don’t think it will be a problem, but this is something I don’t want your father to know about. Not because I think it’s bad but because it’s complicated. He might not understand,” Adam said.

“I agree.”

“Good,” Adam said. “Want to go back to my place after lunch?”

“Yes but do we have to have lunch first?” Adam laughed.

“Yes,” he said decisively.

I got in Adam’s car and we drove to his house. I felt his crotch while he was driving. He had a hard on. So did I, for most of the ride. When we got to his house I met Adam’s dog, who growled at me at first but wound up licking my ankles and rolling over on his back.

“Want to make out?” Adam said. I said yes. We sat next to each other on the couch and went for it, his lips meeting mine. I could feel his face all stubbly against mine. His lips opened and his tongue snaked out to meet mine. I took it in my mouth and wormed my own against his. It was crazy sexy, we were making out like I had with my girlfriend but it felt so much better.

His hands were all over my body, going up my shirt and feeling my stomach and pecs. I could tell it was turning him on so I took off my shirt for him. He got on top of me and started licking down my body. I know I’ve got a hot body, it’s completely smooth with just a bit of thickness to it. Adam was licking me like I was an ice cream cone. He got down to my shorts and pulled them just to the base of my cock.

“Wow, do you shave?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“That’s so hot,” Adam said. He licked the shaved mound just above my cock where my pubes would be. Then he slid my shorts down the rest of the way, moaning when he saw my cock. He started at my smooth nuts, lapping at them like a dog then swabbing his thick tongue up my shaft. When he got to the tip he paused, there was a fat drop of precum at the head. He sucked it off, moaning.

I was moaning too. For as much as Nick and I had blown each other over the past year or so, it had always been kind of cursory. There was this unspoken idea that we couldn’t act like we were enjoying it. But Adam was totally turned on by being a cocksucker wasn’t making any bones about it.

He started sucking my cock, nursing on the head and taking it all the way to the base. I couldn’t believe he could fit my entire dick in his throat like that. I could feel his throat, closing around the head of my cock. It was such a trip to look down at him, his thinning hair, the salt and pepper color of the stubble on his face as it stretched around my cock. This was my dad’s best friend, and he was totally sucking my cock like a bitch.

He started sucking me really tight and fast. “I want your cum,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want that hot teenage load down my throat. I want you to shoot it in me.”

“I’m gonna,” I managed to say, before Adam took my cock down all the way and tugged on my hairless balls. My cock pulsed in his throat with each jet of cream that I shot. He swallowed it all.

“Mm,” he said, coming up for air. I kissed him. It was a trip to taste my own load on his mouth. “That was hot. I kind of wished I’d held off on making you cum. I really want you to fuck me. Did you ever fuck Nick?”

“Once,” I said. “It wasn’t all that great.”

“I love getting fucked more than anything. Especially by a younger guy. There’s something about a younger guy plowing me, having his way with me, that makes me go crazy.”

“I could still fuck you,” I said. “Just give me a few minutes.”

“God bless youth,” Adam said.

Usually when people refer to the fact that I’m young it pisses me off. I feel discounted. But Adam made me feel like I was powerful. Virile, I guess.

We went into his bedroom, which felt so “adult” to me. I stripped Adam down and explored his body. He was really fit and I loved his hairy chest and crotch. I licked all the way down his flat pecs and stomach, like he’d done with me. Then when I got to his big hairy dick I took my time sucking it. I got really into eating his precum. I liked the way he ran his hands through my hair and thrust into my mouth a little, like he couldn’t control himself.

Then Adam got on all fours on the bed with his ass spread out. It was firm, round, a little hairy, with a pink asshole. I’d been watching a lot of gay porn ever since I realized I was gay, and looking at his ass all spread like that, I knew I wanted to try licking it. I got down and put my face into it. It smelled sweaty but even that was a turn on. I touched my tongue to his hole and Adam went crazy. “Yeah, lick my asshole,” he said. I got really into it. My cock was so hard, knowing that I was going to be sliding it into that hole eventually. Eating him out was kind of the highlight for me.

Adam instructed me to get a finger wet and slide it in him. He was so tight and hot. I couldn’t believe I was going to get to fuck my dad’s best friend. “Grab a condom from the bed stand,” he said, and I did. There was lube in there too. I rolled on the condom and lubed everything up. Adam reared back, lifting his ass up as I lined my cock up with his hole and pushed it inside.

“Go slow,” Adam said, but he didn’t have to tell me. When the head popped inside I resisted the urge to keep going and just kept it still. “Okay, keep going,” Adam said, and I did, another inch then another inch until I was in him totally. His asshole was hugging my cock and my pelvis was pressed against his. It felt so good.

“Fuck me,” Adam said. “Use my ass you young stud.” I reared back until my cock was almost all the way out of him, then I pumped it back inside. It felt so good I had to keep doing it. “Fuck yeah, I’m getting fucked by my best friend’s son,” Adam said. There was something so dirty about that, and it turned me on even more. I managed a few more thrusts before I felt myself getting ready to cum. I tried to stop but it was too late.

“I’m gonna shoot,” I said.

“Slow down,” Adam said.

“Too late, I can’t.”

“That’s okay stud, shoot it in me, go for it.”

“Oh fuck,” I cried, thrusting deep in him and letting loose my seed. It was the best orgasm I’d ever had. But then I felt a little embarrassed that I hadn’t lasted longer.

But Adam seemed fine with it. He made us tea and we sat around naked drinking it. He got up to get more hot water and I was watching his ass flexing as he walked around the kitchen. When he got back he saw that I was hard again.

“Damn, you are a stud,” he said. “You want to fuck me again?”

“Yes,” I said. Adam grabbed a condom from the bedroom and lubed himself up. Then he sat down on me right there in the kitchen. He held on to the back of the chair as he rode my dick. His cock was hard and it was wagging up and down as he worked his ass on my cock. I took it in my hand and stroked it in time with his movements.

This time I was going to last longer, I could tell, and Adam seemed excited about that. We went back in the bedroom and tried out a couple of different positions. I liked missionary because we could make out while I was fucking him. But doggy style was the best. I was grabbing his hips and fucking him like a bitch, my nuts slapping against his ass with each thrust. “Fuck me with your hot teenage cock,” Adam said, and I stroked him while I fucked and we wound up cumming at the same time, which was awesome.

And so my lost summer became more interesting than I could have imagined. I saw Adam at least three times a week until I left for college. The Friday before I left town I told my parents I was spending the night at my old friend Robert’s house, then I went to Adam’s and we stayed up all night fucking like rabbits. It was a great send off.

My dad never suspected anything, even though running with him and Adam was awkward for me. Then came the day when my parents drove me up to college. We moved my stuff into my dorm room. Mom was tired from the drive so she took a nap on my bed while Dad and I checked out the campus.

We found a really nice outdoor track on the hill above the dorm. It was a nice day and there were a lot of people out. Dad and I sat on the bleachers and watched.

“Do you plan to keep up with your running?” Dad asked.

“Yeah. I might even try out for the track team.”

“Shame you won’t have Adam around,” Dad said. I looked at him. “I’m glad you guys got to be friends.” Right then I knew that he knew. I didn’t know how he knew – or how much he knew, for that matter. But he knew.

“I’ll miss him,” I said. Dad pulled me close and we watched the runners go around and around.