Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2017 09:02:55 +0000
From: Tom R <wonderwhystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Moving in with my Son, part 7

Moving in with my Son, Part 7


The next few days were interesting. Kevin was rearranging his work schedule
to get things covered for the next week so he could spend the days at the
convention with his dad. We must have heard him begging some of his
coworkers over the phone for two days straight, before he had managed to
get it all sorted out. He'd be pulling some late night shifts (unusual for
him) and he'd have to miss one morning of the event, but he was pretty
happy he got it all set. Jake worked at the club on Saturday night as
usual, but otherwise was just studying for a midterm coming up the next
week, hanging around the house and going to campus for a while.

I was mostly lounging around the house enjoying a long weekend (since I had
Friday off) and getting things cleaned up. Kevin had said he thought we
could give his dad the choice of the couch or to share my bed, whatever he
preferred. That surprised me for a second but I saw no reason not to
agree. Kevin also commented that his dad would probably be getting plenty
of tail and would not even be staying with us most nights, which was
interesting.

Since we were all just hanging around the house most of the weekend, it was
easy to see Kevin was really looking forward to seeing his dad. His face
brightened up whenever he talked about him, and in those moments I could
almost see the boy Kevin had been. It was kinda cool and made me look
forward to meeting Brent. Kevin, clearly enjoying some trips down memory
lane, also shared some stories about his dad over the weekend. Lots of
culinary adventures that they'd had together, but there were a few sex
stories sprinkled in as well.

Having heard the story of Kevin's first time having sex, and how that had
happened in an unplanned three-way with his dad and one of his dad's many
lady friends, I wasn't shocked to know that there were other raunchy
tales. Over the years, after Kevin was older, they had had a few more
three-ways and double dates with women. Once on a vacation they met a
mother and daughter staying at the resort, and they had both fucked both
women by the end of the trip. That story really turned me on, and I kept
asking him for more details, which I could tell he liked. I was
disappointed to hear that they hadn't all fucked in the same room together,
but he said they all knew what was going on, it wasn't a big secret or
anything.

Kevin made it clear that tag teaming and group sex wasn't a regular thing
for him and his dad, more like stuff they'd do when they traveled or just
really wanted to party. But it was also clear that Brent, like Kevin, had a
very active sex life and did not do much to hide it or apologize for it.

On Saturday, the day before Brent was to arrive, Kevin had told another
story, and I asked if Kevin had ever done a guy with his dad there. I had
had a few beers by that time and was feeling a little saucy. On that hot
afternoon we were both hanging around the apartment shirtless, him in cargo
shorts and me in some sweat shorts. Jake was at school for a study
group. Kevin looked a little surprised that I had asked the question, and
then sat down on the armrest of the couch where I was sitting, handing me
another beer.

"Well Tommmy boy" he began, "If you're asking if my dad and I ever tag
teamed a guy together, the answer's no. Dad's pretty open minded, and in
the heat of an orgy I think he wouldn't back away from a dude's mouth or
even a hot ass. He's made some comments over the years that have made me
think that might have happened a few times. But he's always said that he
likes nothing better than a tight pussy and a nice pair of tits. And he's
certainly never had any trouble getting that."

"But," Kevin paused and grinned, "there was this one time...you remember I
told you that when I was younger and after I came out to him about being
bi, Dad actually hooked me up with a few of his buddies?"

I did remember that detail from Kevin's story, that day we had jerked off
in my room. It had intrigued me at the time, but I hadn't given it much
thought since. I had to admit it was a little bit shocking, assuming those
buddies were the same age as Brent. Kevin had come out while he was in high
school. But in the context of the sexual openness that they seemed to have,
I supposed it made sense.

"Well the first time I got with one of his buddies, it wasn't really
planned. At least I don't think it was." Kevin continued, "But this one
night dad had his lady of the week over and one of their mutual friends
came over too, this dude named Alexei. He was Russian, or something from
around there. BIG guy, guess he had been a bodybuilder when he was
younger. Owned a restaurant but still kept in shape. They were all having
dinner when I came home and so I joined them. Alexei and I really hit it
off since he was into FIFA like I was. Maybe it was because I was still
kind of inexperienced but I didn't even realize he was gay, let alone that
he was flirting with me."

I noticed Kevin was starting to rub the crotch of his shorts a little as he
kept telling me the story. And he noticed that I noticed. Maybe the young
adult Kevin in the story had been naive, but not much got past the Kevin of
today that was sitting next to me. He just smirked at me and continued.

"After dinner, dad's girl -- I seriously don't even remember her name --
suggested that we all go out in the hot tub. I remember thinking that it
would be hot to see Alexei without his shirt on, maybe even nude, and I
started getting excited. Dad could tell and I remember him looking at me
funny, like uncertain but also amused. We did a whole `What are you looking
at?' `Nothing!' back and forth and I guess he figured it was all cool or
something. I hadn't been out to him that long, but he had always been cool
about it. As we finished cleaning up I saw him pull Alexei aside to chat
quietly for a minute."

"We all went out to the hot tub, and the three of them had been through 3
or 4 bottles of wine by that time and were feeling no pain. The chick
shucked her little dress in a flash and was climbing into the hot tub naked
before the rest of us even had our shoes off. We all kind of took our time
getting undressed and admired her tits as she giggled and splashed around
in there. She was totally giving us a little show. Seeing that, I was
pretty sure that we guys weren't going to stop at our underwear, like we
did sometimes when guests were over. And sure enough, dad shucked his boxer
briefs and climbed into the hot tub. As I tossed my own briefs aside, I
looked over at Alexei who was down to his cute little euro briefs. He
looked at me and looked a little nervous, and it kind of hit me at that
moment that he was into me. I got nervous too but managed to make a `last
one in' joke as he pulled down his underwear, and we both climbed into the
tub."

Kevin's remarks about the chick's big tits and her putting on a show for
the guys had gotten me a little hard. I had also recently watched a porn
with three guys fucking a girl in a hot tub. The story was making me
remember that, and that was getting me harder too, though I was feeling
sure this story would end a little differently. My hardon was pretty
obvious since I was freeballing in the sweat shorts, and I didn't try to
hide it. Kevin definitely noticed and kept going with the story, his hand
still groping his own cock from time to time.

"So yeah, the four of us were chilling in the hot tub, they all still had
their glasses of wine close by. We relaxed, talked about random shit,
sometimes sat and said nothing. They told some jokes, talked about people I
didn't know. It was quiet for a while and I had my eyes closed or was
staring up at the stars or something, and then I remember looking over at
my dad, with his girl sitting close next to him. She had started kissing
his neck a little bit. He had his eyes closed with his head leaning
back. They were getting into the zone for sure and she pretty clearly moved
her hand to his lap. The jets were on but there was no question about what
she was doing."

"This had happened before with dad and a girl, and that was usually my cue
to leave them alone. You know half the time I would just go inside and run
to the window and keep watching them, Tom. But since Alexei was there too I
wasn't sure what to do. I looked over and I just remember the look he
had...fuck, he was staring RIGHT at me and looked super hot. Horny, for
sure a little drunk, and totally hot for me. It was kinda overwhelming, the
whole thing. I had been with a few guys by that time, a couple guys from my
school and one college-age guy. But this guy was a couple years older than
my dad...and also my dad was RIGHT THERE. So it felt pretty crazy but I was
totally turned on, being the total hornball that I was back then. And still
am! Ha."

Kevin took another swig of his beer and gave his cock a good squeeze
through his shorts.

"So yeah, that was a hot night," he said, and then stopped, like the story
was over.

After a moment of silence, I said "What!? That's the end of the story? Come
on, Kevin!"

I really was a little frustrated, and also turned on, so I wanted to hear
more. He shook his head and, clearly being sarcastic, said,

"Tom, gosh...I didn't think you'd want to hear the rest. I mean it's a gay
sex story and I'm pretty sure you don't want to hear about that."

The truth was that Kevin, Jake and I didn't talk much in any serious way
about what had gone on the past month or so. Maybe they did between
themselves, but when I was around, we didn't have deep discussions about
how I'd had several gay experiences since I had moved in, all of those with
at least one of them present. Maybe there wasn't much to say. Jake
occasionally made references to how cool it was that I was open to new
things, and how he liked that he was able to be a part of that. And then
the three of us would sometimes joke about me getting a steam room blowjob,
or jerking off in the park. So it was acknowledged, but only in a very
"guy" way. And it was all good. So Kevin's remark really was just teasing
me.

He finished off his beer and grabbed mine, neither of us commenting on
it. He sat down on the couch (before he had been kind of sitting on the
armrest). He sat facing me and pulled one barefoot leg up on the seat so
that his legs were spread and I could clearly see his hard cock pushing out
against his shorts.

"Well, I remember noticing that dad and his girl had started making out, in
addition to whatever was going on under the water, so I figured `fuck it'
and scooted over right next to Alexei. I felt his hand move onto my thigh
and I remember just this surge of something, I guess probably testosterone
or adrenaline -- I was so excited that I was about to get it on with a MAN,
like a real muscle stud, it was so hot that he was an older guy. And Tom,
he looked like a deer in headlights or something, like he was about to have
a stroke. Looking back, it was probably something pretty crazy for him too,
but at the time I wasn't in the state of mind to be considering someone
else's perspective. So I just reached under the water and grabbed his
cock."

"I hadn't really handled or even seen that many hard cocks at that time,
outside of porn. My dad's and...the handful of guys I had messed around
with. Looking back, I know Alexei's cock was about average, and on the thin
side. Which ended up being good. But at the time it still felt big in my
hand. I knew it wasn't as big as my dad's but it felt just as big as any of
the guys my age that I had held in my hand before. I was so horny and then
he pulled me in close and kissed me hard. It was almost scary at first but
then I got into it quick. Hands were everywhere and he grabbed my by the
waist and moved me in front of him. I was straddling him, in his lap
basically, facing him."

I had to ask, "Was your dad cool with that? Was he watching you guys?"  I
thought back to when Jake was that age, and how I had encouraged him to
explore his sexuality at a pace that he was comfortable with. Would I have
been comfortable with a situation like this? I had to admit I was getting
really turned on by Kevin's story, and was not being shy about groping my
own hardon as Kevin continued.

"Dad knew what was happening. I'd see him look over every now and then, and
we'd make eye contact. I know if it seemed like I was in over my head, he'd
have been there for me. And look, I knew what I wanted. I let Alexei play
with my hole as I stroked my cock and his under the water. I leaned in to
make out with him and got his cock behind me, rubbing up and down my
crack..."

"Fuck", I heard myself say, as my cock started too ooze precum. "I didn't
think you...were into that very much." I stumbled with my words a little
bit, feeling both drunk and self-conscious suddenly, for assuming Kevin was
always a top.

He just chuckled and said "Well, Tom I was a little ways from having a good
handle on what I liked most. I was just a horny little slut in training,
wanting to try it all."

It surprised me that it really turned me on to hear Kevin refer to himself,
his high school self even, as a slut.

"So...he fucked me. I must have been relaxed from the hot water because he
went in easy, I remember being surprised to be sitting all the way down on
him so fast. But it was fucking hot, Tom...my cock rubbing along his crazy
bodybuilder abs as he bounced me up and down on his cock in the water, as
we made out..."

I noticed a wet spot on the front of Kevin's shorts as he continued to
squeeze and partially stroke himself.

"And it was just blowing my mind that my dad was right there behind me,
watching as he was fucking his girl. I knew he was watching. All the action
was underwater so it's not like he saw Alexei's cock pounding me, but
that's obviously what was happening. I remember moaning and hearing the
chick moan, and feeling for a second like it was a competition. We all got
pretty loud. At it was like..."

Kevin paused and stared at me for a moment, then looked down at his feet
(or maybe his cock) as he said more quietly, "I remember it felt like, for
a few weird moments, that my dad was fucking ME, not her. And I dunno...I
remember that just blew my fucking mind to have that thought, and then I
was unloading all over Alexei's abs and chest, in the water. And he shouted
something in Russian and I could feel him cumming in me too. It was pretty
intense, Tom."

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. "Shit, Kevin...yeah it
sounds like it."

I couldn't believe how turned on I was from his story. There was a
quarter-sized spot of precum on my shorts, right at my cockhead.

"What happened after that?" I asked, not wanting the story to end.

"Um..." Kevin said, "I remember just resting on his chest for a few
minutes, with him still inside me. Him holding me tight. Then he surprised
me by standing up. I instinctively grabbed on tighter with my arms and
wrapped my legs around him, so I was like, you know...piggyback, but on his
front. And I was totally out of the water. He was still hard and pretty
much all the way inside me. I was all lightheaded from the heat
and...everything really. Feeling pretty sleepy so I just let him carry my
whole weight. It really felt amazing to be held like that by this huge
guy. He stood there in the tub and he told my dad he was going to put me to
bed. I remember dad laughed a little and said okay. Dad was super drunk, I
could tell my his voice. And I guess recovering from his own hot tub
orgasm. I remember Dad and Alexei talked for a couple minutes about some
other thing, their plans the next morning or something. They even made some
joke about something. Like regular conversation, it was weird I guess. You
know, with him still basically fucking me as he stood there."

Kevin got a sort of tender, longing expression on his face, and smiled.
"He carried me into my room and we dried off and both got on top of my
bed. And he cuddled me and it was really nice. We were too hot to be under
the covers and so just passed out right there. I remember dad shaking us
both awake the next morning, he and Alexei had their thing to do, whatever
it was. And so...yeah. I guess that's the end of the story, Tom. Why was I
telling you this, again?"

He said that last part playfully as he finished off my beer. He was playing
it cool but I could tell he was really worked up and turned on too. He
chest was flushed and he was breathing heavy.

"Uh...I asked if you and your dad had ever done a guy together. But..fuck,
that was a hotter story than I could have imagined. Did your dad talk to
you about it after?"

"Yeah," Kevin replied. "Later that day when he got back we had a talk. He
wanted to make sure I was cool with what happened. He sort of apologized
and said he should not have been so drunk, that he knew Alexei liked
younger guys and all this stuff, like he felt like he should have stopped
it or something. But I had no regrets and told him so, and I could tell he
felt better about it."

"Did you and Alexei ever...hook up again?" I asked, not sure if that was
the right term to use.

"Yeah, a few times. It was funny, Dad always was the one to tell me Alexei
wanted to hang out with me. And then I'd go over there or he'd come to our
place. Alexei was weird like that, like he thought he needed to ask my
dad's permission to see me or something. Or maybe that was dad's thing? I
never really asked. We weren't like dating or anything. It was always just
getting together to fuck. The times he came over for that, he wouldn't even
talk to dad much beyond saying hello, but I know they hung out at other
times."

"So what ever happened to him?" I asked, not wanting this moment to end. I
couldn't believe how caught up in this I was.

"After that night in the hot tub, I guess I only saw him six or seven
times...he didn't come around after...heh. Actually, it's funny, Tom. Since
you commented on my being shaved, after you moved in. Alexei is the one who
got me into that!"

"One time at his place, I asked about how he stayed so hairless. He was
smooth from his bodybuilding days and I wasn't sure if that was just
natural or what. I didn't really know that much about hair removal back
then, I was barely shaving my face after all. He told me some story about a
Russian soldier or something...he was really into that stuff. Something
about removing hair and being strong, I don't know. But he ended up asking
if I wanted to try it. I said `sure'. And then he was grabbing our stuff
and we got in his car. He said we were going to his gym, which weirded me
out a little, since my dad always liked to know where I was. Alexei hadn't
grabbed my phone and we left in such a hurry I didn't realize it. But I
wasn't worried or anything, I really did trust him."

"So we got to his gym and it was like a serious bodybuilder gym. No cardio
machines or stacked weight machines or anything. Full of these big crazy
hulked up dudes, way bigger than Alexei. Most of them younger than him too,
I guess. I felt so little as I walked through, following behind him. There
was a group of older guys, around Alexei and my dad's age I guess, in the
back corner of the gym doing some resistance type workout. I noticed they
all were staring lasers at me as we walked up, and Alexei started talking
to them in Russian. They all laughed and kept looking back at me, some with
serious lust in their eyes. Even at that age I could recognize the
obvious. Eventually Alexei motioned for me to follow him and we walked back
to the locker room, a few of his buddies following us."

"We got to the locker room and wandered past some showers and toilet
stalls, through another door. And it led to, like, a smaller version of the
locker room. Maybe a trainer's room or something. Some lockers and a couple
shower heads, some benches. Alexei set down all the stuff and told me to
take off my clothes, that he'd give me a `man shave' to make sure I knew if
I liked it.'

"At this point, Tom, I felt like I was in for a penny, in for a pound. I
hadn't been sure I wanted to shave all my hair off, but the fact that
Alexei was going to help me, or even do it for me, was driving me wild. And
maybe with those other guys there? My exhibitionist tendencies were already
forming I think, cuz I was rock hard by the time I had my clothes
off. Alexei was stripping down too, and so were his buddies! I was really
wondering what was going to happen. The other guys were checking me out big
time, and a couple of them even whistled and did some Russian cat call or
something. I won't lie, it felt good that they thought I was cute. I
remember wondering if all bodybuilders were gay and just that no one talked
about that? It's funny the things that stick in your memory, but I really
recall thinking that specifically."

Kevin laughed to himself and looked right at me. "You still with me,
Tommy?" he asked, as if I was falling asleep or something. He could clearly
see he had my attention, in several ways. I was seriously thinking of
reaching into my shorts to jerk my cock with my bare hand, but I didn't
want to shift the dynamic of the moment.

"Just tell the fucking story." I said, and glared at him.

He busted out laughing for a second it felt very corny, but he got himself
together and went on.

"So, yeah they...I mean...they shaved me down, Tom. Head to toe. Well, neck
to toe I guess. My pits, my legs, my pubes. I wasn't super hairy at the
time but there were bits coming in other places too. A quick trim of the
bushy stuff, then this warm oil all over my body...fuck, it was so hot have
four, five, six hands on me, rubbing this stuff in. And they got every
inch, if you know what I mean. I felt a finger slide into my hole a few
times throughout the whole process. Then the gentle but sharp feel of the
blade getting every little bit of hair off. Alexei was doing most of it but
they switched off. They had a basin of water that they'd use to rinse
things off now and then. I think two of guys fought in Russian about who
was going to hold my cock back while Alexi shaved my balls. That was a
little intense feeling a blade there, but he knew what he was doing. And
then it felt so hot being on all fours and just staring at the wall, not
seeing anyone, as they were all back there, holding my cheeks apart as
Alexi got the hair around my hole. More fingers in me, in and out
quick. They mostly talked in Russian but I know I heard one of them say
`nice pussy' over and over. I felt at least one of their tongues on my
hole. A few times. I wasn't sure if it was just one of them doing it or
more than one."

Kevin took a deep breath, and I could tell the memory had him close to the
edge. I knew I was close.

"Then they picked me up and set me in Alexei's lap, with my back against
his chest. Alexi was sitting on the bench. He was hard and his cock slid in
between my legs, sticking out under my balls. Then they all proceeded to
rub me down with some other kind of lotion, some post-shave balm or
something. It felt like that aftershave tingle, but waaaay more heat. It
was intense to feel that all over. I remember my cock was leaking more than
I had ever felt before. Alexei was the one who rubbed the stuff on my
cock. I think he knew I'd cum fast. Right when he started doing that, one
of his buddies stepped up next to us and put his cockhead right at my
lips. I was so overtaken by all the feelings I couldn't help but open up
and let him push it into my mouth. It felt so big and plump and that plus
Alexei's hands on my cock and balls just sent me over the edge. I guess
that did it for the guy with his dick in my mouth too, cuz right after I
started shooting I felt his load hitting my tongue, and then getting all
over my face. I think Alexei use my cum to jerk himself off too, and the
other guys probably blew their loads, but it was kind of a blur after
that. They rinsed me off and I got dressed and we went back to Alexi's
car."

"Alexei looked a little stunned as he was driving us back, like... I don't
know what. Maybe he was having second thoughts, or just replaying it all in
his mind. He was real quiet. Then he started talking fast about how one of
his buddies wanted to have a party and have me be there. And that I should
ask my dad. Except now, look back, he was probably saying that I
*shouldn't* tell my dad? Or something else like that. His fucking accent
was so thick sometimes and I was kind of out of it. I already knew I didn't
want to tell my dad about the trip to the gym, and I told him that I
wouldn't. More because dad liked to know where I was, like I said, and I
didn't want him to be mad. So maybe it all got confused."

"Anyway Tom, you asked what happened to him. So the next day I told my dad
that one of Alexei's friends was having a party and that I was invited. I
probably said it like it was a school friend having a birthday party or
some shit. I thought I was being clever, not mentioning that I has a
suspicion what the party was going to be about. Dad seemed a little
confused, and could probably tell that there was something else going
on. He went into his office and closed the door and I could tell he was
calling Alexei."

"Did you listen in?" I asked.

"Of course I fucking listened in, Tom! Jeez." Kevin laughed. "It was a
separate line so I couldn't pick up another phone to listen, but I heard
most of what dad was saying through the door. Bits and pieces like `not
sure what you're thinking' and `passing him around' and `he's not ready for
that kind of stuff yet'. I didn't understand all of it at the time but I
understood enough. And of course I understand a lot more now. Dad was just
watching out for me. I think he still felt a little bad, or something. I
didn't see Alexei much after that. Sometimes at dad's parties, but he
didn't come over to hang out and dad never said anything about him calling
to see me. I knew enough to understand. Dad wasn't mad at me -- or even at
Alexi, I guess -- but he also never said anything about it. And it was a
couple years before he set me up with one of his buddies again, and only
then after I kept nagging him about the dude."

I had been at the edge and then slowly come back as Kevin wrapped up the
story. I was so turned on and I didn't know what to say. I moved my legs a
bit and accidentally kicked the coffee table. A couple of empty beer
bottles fell off and landed on the floor in front of me. The sound broke
the silence, and as I sat up more straight I asked,

"So you never got together with him again?"

I started to lean forward as Kevin scooted toward me and crouched down,
both of us meaning to pick up the bottles. Kevin's hand grabbed my knee to
steady himself as we both laughed, almost bonking our heads together.

Kevin answered "Eh, well a few years ago I was at dad's for new years, big
party. Alexei was there and it was cool to see him. He had some Asian twink
with him, which made me laugh. And then later he sucked my cock up in my
old bedroom." Kevin said that last part while raising his eyebrows and
smiling his good old wicked Kevin smile.

"Did your dad know?" I asked, smiling back, as I finally grabbed the beer
bottles and put them back on the table. Kevin's hand was still on my knee.

"I'm not sure if he knew about me and Alexei that night. But the next day
he kept joking about losing count of how many of his party guests he saw
going up to my room with me."

I felt my hardon pulse again and took a deep breath. Why was this turning
me on so much? Why did Kevin have this effect on me?

"You see, Tom," Kevin said, as he shifted so that he was crouching right in
front of me, in between my spread legs. His hand moved from my knee and
grabbed my leaking cock through my increasingly soaked shorts.  "My daddy
always liked that I was a slut. He kept me in line in those early days, but
never held me back."

My heart was racing and I could feel myself rushing back to the edge as
Kevin massaged my dick slowly.

"Dad's a big slut too, in case you can't tell," he continued. "And he was
always proud that I was following in his footsteps."

Kevin leaned in closer and squeezed my cock more. Looking right in my
eyes. His voice lowered to a whisper.

"Jake's a big slut too, Tom. You know he is. You've SEEN that he is. He
wants you to be proud of him too, Tom. Are you? Do you love that your son
is a slut for cock?"

I came. Right in my shorts, under Kevin's masterful hand. My eyes closed
and I let out some moans, my head falling backwards. It felt like six or
seven shots, but I wasn't counting. Kevin kept stroking me until the last
drops were out. I let out a final moan.

Right then, Kevin's phone started vibrating on the coffee table. I think
the sound startled us both and we stared at it together for second. Then he
looked back at me, smiled, winked and backed up removing his hand from my
wet crotch.

He stood up and answered the call, his hard cock tenting his shorts out
with a large wet spot where the head sat. It was one of his co-workers
calling, part of the endless saga of rearranging his schedule for the next
week. He strolled away into the kitchen and kept talking. As I stood up and
staggered to the bathroom to clean up, we made eye contact one final time
and he just smiled at me again.

So, yeah. That was a high point of that relaxing weekend, for sure. When
Sunday afternoon rolled around, Jake, Kevin and I were all anxiously
awaiting Brent's arrival. He had grabbed a cab at the airport and texted
Kevin that he was on the way.

I didn't know if Kevin had told Jake about what had happened the previous
day, but I also knew it didn't matter. Jake would be cool with it if and
when he found out. Because...well, because he's a slut for cock, I thought
to myself. And so he's not going to judge me or Kevin about anything. He'd
have done the same thing if he'd had the chance. I briefly recalled the
comments about Jake having the hots for Brent. And I wondered if my son
would get a chance to "even the score" with Kevin. The thought amused me,
despite Kevin's remarks about his dad only being into women. If anyone
could seduce the hot straight dad, I thought, it would be my slutty son.

It felt odd to think of Jake that way, but Kevin's question to me yesterday
-- the one that had gone unanswered -- had been rolling around in my head
all day. Could a dad be proud that his kid was a slut? It felt weird to
think that, but then it seemed to fit. I WAS proud that Jake was happy and
had a free attitude about sex. I could tell that having that be a big part
of his life was making him happy. And doesn't every parent want that for
their kid? So yeah, I was proud of Jake, I decided. Just like Brent was
proud of Kevin.

There was a knock at the door and Kevin practically jumped out of the chair
to run and answer it.

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