Tyler
Tyler sat nervously on the edge of his bed with his boyfriend, Julian. They were close enough that their knees touched. Julian had put on an album for them to listen to; it was his new favorite. The rhythmic sound of lo-fi guitar bounced off the walls as the two boys nodded along. Julian was looking directly at Tyler, confident and curious written on his face. Tyler would glance at Julian, then, feeling too vulnerable under the 18-year-old’s passionate gaze, look away to study his own room as if it were brand new to him.
Tyler was four years older than Julian, but this was Tyler’s first real relationship since he started college. He had tried numerous times to date but was unsuccessful in every attempt. From hookup apps to bars and local clubs, Tyler found himself to be too awkward to garner enough attention from any of the boys or, when he was feeling especially desperate for intimacy, girls.
But Julian was a freshman and was outgoing and curious and absolutely gorgeous in every way. After a month of dating, Tyler would still pinch himself when he saw the 5-foot-two frame with a physique that was both boyish and feminine. Julian wasn’t muscular, but he was tight and toned enough to suggest consistent-but-not-excessive lifting. The brown hair that landed so perfectly across his forehead and ears and the green eyes that were dark enough to suggest brooding, but shone in the sun like polished emerald: it all felt dreamt-up by some erotic fiction writer. Oh, and those pouty pink lips that begged for a fat, wet kiss whenever they weren’t composed into a smile.
The fact that Julian asked Tyler out for coffee when they met at the school’s film studies club shocked Tyler so much that he actually didn’t give an answer. It was only when Julian chuckled and said “See you tomorrow at Rooster’s then? How about 9?” and Tyler wordlessly nodded that their relationship began.
And again, here on his own bed, Tyler was overcome by Julian’s powerful aura, and when he looked over at him, he saw those green eyes and subsequent pouty lips. He wanted to kiss them badly. But Tyler hadn't had a proper kiss in years. What if I was bad at it, he thought, terrified.
Julian definitely wanted to kiss though. His lips seemed even poutier than usual and gently coated with a layer of glistening saliva so that they looked even juicier and tastier. After all, this was Julian’s first time at Tyler’s house, let alone his bed. Julian had been asking for the past two weeks to come over, since he was still in the dorms and had zero privacy. They mostly stuck to public hangouts. But Tyler was too nervous to think about introducing Julian to his parents. They knew Tyler favored boys, but for some reason he could not find the words to explain how he spent the first years of his adulthood without any partner only to suddenly be in a relationship with objectively one of the cutest guys he had ever met.
Eventually, Tyler caved and they set up a hangout session, which Tyler knew would probably lead to making out. He even practiced on his own, kissing his hand and the mirror to work up the muscles. It was pathetic, and Tyler would be mortified if anyone found out he was acting like a kid in preparation for a kiss between two adults.
Julian continued looking at Tyler. Tyler looked into Julian’s eyes.
“So…” Julian said, smiling.
“So,” Tyler responded, drumming his fingers on his thigh.
Julian kept smiling and scooched closer and repeated himself. Tyler could feel his breath now.
“So…”
Tyler did not look away this time. Mentally, he took a deep breath. So, this is it, he thought. The music kept playing the album Julian started.
Julian leaned in more, requiring Tyler to do the same, lest they bonk foreheads. Their lips met, and Julian kissed Tyler eagerly, savoring the taste of the older boy’s lips. Julian’s kissing was strong and insistent, making Tyler’s lips move with him. Tyler’s entire body rippled with pleasure as he felt and tasted Julian’s lips for the first time. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, his hands sweating profusely. He tried to work his lips too, but found he was out of sync with Julian’s movement. He eventually stopped trying to kiss back and simply let Julian’s lips move his own. Julian’s tongue even tried to make its way into Tyler’s mouth, snaking across his lips and even onto his tongue.
But Tyler didn’t reciprocate. He didn’t practice with his tongue earlier, completely forgetting that often happens in makeouts. Julian was clearly more experienced, and while Tyler sat with his hands clenched against his legs, Julian had the wherewithal to gently caress Tyler’s leg and run a hand up to his torso and massage his side until eventually he was holding Tyler’s head, his fingers running through his hair.
This went on for another minute or so. Tyler was analyzing the kiss while Julian seemed wrapped up in the heat of the moment. Whenever Tyler would try to kiss back, Julian responded reassuringly with a muffled moan only for Tyler to lose confidence and revert back to letting Julian take control.
Finally they broke apart. They both looked at each other, Tyler looked apologetic and Julian smiled feebly, ruffling his own hair. Was he disappointed? Tyler wondered anxiously. But Julian gave him a peck on the cheek and smiled a little more confidently. Just as he did so, they heard footsteps coming from outside the room. The sounds traveled down the hall until they disappeared. Julian looked at Tyler curiously.
“My Dad,” Tyler explained with a sigh. “Shit, I thought he’d be home later. Sorry..”
“That’s okay!” Julian said, giving Tyler a mischievous grin and resuming caressing his leg, indicating they should make out more.
“Maybe we shouldn’t…” Tyler added nervously. “I don’t want him accidentally walking in.”
“Who cares?” Julian said with that wicked tone. “Two cute boys making out? Who wouldn’t enjoy that show?”
Julian planted his lips on Tyler’s and tried kissing him again, but Tyler turned his head away.
“Uhh, maybe we can watch something instead? In the living room?” Tyler said quickly.
“Oh…yeah, sure,” said Julian. This time Tyler definitely saw disappointment in his boyfriend’s face.
They settled in on the couch and opened Netflix on the TV.
“Damn,” Tyler said. “Password again? Let me ask my Dad.”
Tyler tried calling his Dad. He didn’t pick up. Tyler tried calling again. No answer.
“Ugh!” Tyler exclaimed, annoyed by his father for interrupting them and now ignoring him.
“Let’s just go ask him,” Julian suggested. “He’s here right?”
“Yeah, I guess..” Tyler said. “Come on then. I guess you can meet my Dad while we’re at it.”
“Oooh, yay!” Julian squealed, clapping his hands. “This is exciting!”
They made their way up the stairs and down the long hallway to Tyler’s parents room. Mom was still at work, so he knew he couldn’t ask her. Despite Dad being home, it was eerily quiet in the room. What was he doing?
Julian, meanwhile, was following close behind and playfully trying to tickle Tyler. Tyler kept batting his hands away while Julian giggled. Perhaps Tyler was distracted by Julian’s cute antics, but he didn’t call out for his Dad as they approached the bedroom. Instead they walked up rather silently, neither boys consciously aware of doing so. The door was left ajar though and so the two boys stood in the doorway.
Through the crack of the door, Tyler could see his parent’s bed. But something made him stop from opening the door completely and instead rooted him to the spot. On the bed was Tyler’s Dad. He saw his naked, muscular and slightly hairy legs bent slightly. As his eyes traveled up his body he saw the last thing he had ever imagined he would see. Tyler’s Dad was furiously pumping his cock. He was grunting and moaning softly while his hand stroked up and down his own penis. Clearly he was using lube since Tyler could hear among the sounds of his father’s moaning and grunting the shlicking of an oily dick and hand.
It seemed as if the only part of Tyler that could move was his eyes. His entire body went numb. Tyler’s Dad was masturbating so openly. It was like he was having sex with himself. His eyes were closed and he pinched his nipple with his other hand. His abs were slightly hairy too, but Tyler could tell that his Dad was staying fit, as he watched the muscles flex and bulge. Tyler was also vaguely aware that his Dad’s dick was fucking huge. At least 10 inches. Between his legs hung a large pair of fuzzy balls that bounced lazily and were clearly churning up a massive load of cum. The two mesmerized boys were close enough to him to see that the head of that giant cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that further coated the shaft and made the shlicking sound even louder. His powerful hips were bucking slightly, eagerly fucking his own fist.
“Oh my god,” uttered Julian in a strangled voice, and Tyler was immediately brought back to his senses. Dad’s hand stopped pumping. His eyes began to open and his head started to turn towards the door. Realizing the enormity of the situation and the dire consequences of what would happen if his Dad found his son and boyfriend (whom he hadn’t met yet) peeping on him, Tyler quickly turned around and shoved Julian away from the door. Julian also looked shocked and the pair of them took off down the hallway and back to the living room.
The two boys sat on the couch absolutely stunned and catching their breaths. Neither spoke. Tyler had the sense to turn on regular TV to fill the shocked air while he thought.
He couldn’t imagine his Dad ever masturbating before. He thought his parents loved each other. Why would he need to do that if they had one another? Maybe they were too busy lately? And how was he so comfortable doing it? Whenever Tyler masturbated it was quick and full of anxiety over wanting to feel the release of his orgasm. But his Dad seemed to be savoring the feeling, not wanting to end too soon. Like he enjoyed the feeling of his hand on his lubed cock and his balls slapping against his own ass cheeks. And what was with the nipple? Did that feel good? Tyler had never had sex before, never felt another person’s hands on his body like that. He had watched porn of course, but all of that was fake–they weren’t enjoying it. Not like that. Suddenly a thought crept into his mind. Was Julian also a virgin? And as the answers began pooling in Tyler’s mind, he had another thought, one that he had never considered for anyone else in his life. Was Julian a top or a bottom?
Very soon after Tyler and Julian sat down to stare at the TV without watching, they heard the heavy footsteps of Tyler’s Dad descending the stairs. He was wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts. Tyler was shocked to see that he could tell his Dad wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dick, evidently still half-hard from jerking off, bounced as he took the final steps on the stairs. The outline of it was obscenely visible and snaked along his thigh down his shorts. Tyler could tell that if his Dad was fully hard, the head of his cock would be completely visible through the leg of his shorts. His Dad awkwardly scratched his head as he looked at Tyler and Julian.
“Oh, hey, Tyler!” his Dad said, trying to muster up genuine surprise. “Didn’t know you were home.”
“Hey, Dad,” Tyler said, trying to look at his Dad’s face and not down to his crotch. “Me neither. What’s up?”
“Oh, not much. Is this a friend?” Tyler’s Dad looked over at Julian. Julian smiled at him.
“Yeah, um,” Tyler paused and gulped. “This is my boyfriend, Dad.”
“Oh wow! What great news!” Tyler’s Dad said, this time genuinely surprised. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend, Tyler? Hi, I’m Mark.”
He walked over to the two boys, extending his hand to shake. Julian jumped off the couch. Tyler watched his boyfriend’s jiggly butt ripple as he did so and then saw Julian’s ecstatic face light up, extending his own hand out.
“Julian,” he said warmly. “Your son has told me all about you.”
“Oh ho-ho! Only good things I hope,” his Dad cliched. Tyler rolled his eyes then thought about it. Wait, I hardly ever mentioned my Dad to Julian.
“Definitely good things,” Julian assured him. “Some were pretty surprising, though.”
Tyler’s Dad seemed to consider these words. Tyler could not tell what the change in his Dad’s expression meant. Was it confusion? Concern? Whatever it was, the two kept shaking hands. Tyler watched as his Dad’s eyes lingered on Julian’s face and then traveled slightly down past it. Tyler could not see where Julian’s eyes were looking. His Dad looked back up into Julian’s face. He made another expression that Tyler could not decipher. Still, their hands held together.
Tyler cleared his throat. Julian and his Dad let go of each other. His Dad scratched his head again and then the front of his shorts. Tyler wouldn’t have noticed otherwise, but when his hand went to his shorts, he saw that his Dad was repositioning his dick. Perhaps it was the trick of the light, but it seemed like the bulge in his Dad’s shorts was bigger now.
“Well,” Tyler’s Dad said awkwardly. “It was really nice to meet you Julian. I’ll leave you boys to it–”
“Oh!” Julian said excitedly. “I know! Why don’t you join us, Mark? We were going to watch a new show. It could be fun if you watched it with us!”
Julian looked over at Tyler eagerly.
“Uhh,” said Tyler as awkwardly as his Dad. “I mean…I guess–”
“Great!” Julian said before Tyler could finish his thought. He patted the couch cushion to the left of him and looked up at Tyler’s Dad. “Have a seat!”
Tyler’s Dad looked at his son, then Julian. He looked a little unsure of hanging out with his son and his brand new boyfriend who he just met. But there was something else in his expression that Tyler noted. Was he blushing? Tyler wasn’t sure and before he could ponder the thought any longer, his Dad was already sitting on the couch next to Julian.
“Ooohh, it’s chilly!” Julian said with an exaggerated shiver. “Ty, could you grab a blanket for all of us?”
“Oh, sure.” Tyler said.
Tyler wasn’t sure why, but he was reluctant to leave Julian and his Dad on the couch alone. He looked at their faces, Julian expressing a cute innocence and Dad looking strange. Was he nervous? Julian cleared his throat and gave Tyler a meaningful look.
“Blanket?” Julian asked meaningfully.
“Huh? Oh, right.” Tyler got up and left the living room to search the hallway closet for a blanket big enough to fit the 3 of them. He searched for several minutes. None of the blankets he found seemed to fit. Maybe he and Julian could just share.
Tyler came back into the living room. Julian seemed to move quickly, adjusting himself on the couch. Was he leaning over Tyler’s Dad? Dad grunted and coughed and adjusted too as they both noticed Tyler enter the room. Weird, Tyler thought. Was Julian whispering something to my Dad?
Something strange was happening, and it got stranger as Tyler told them the blanket wouldn’t fit all three.
“Oh, that’s okay!” Julian said cheerily. “Me and your Dad can share it. You’re pretty cold too, right, Mark?”
Tyler’s Dad gulped as he looked at Tyler. Then he looked at Julian. Tyler couldn’t see Julian’s face as it was looking intently at his Dad.
“Yeah, it’s freezing in here. Probably should’ve turned the heat on. You don’t mind right, Tyler?”
Tyler stared at his Dad. Winter was right around the corner, but now that he thought about it, it wasn't that cold in the house.
“Uhh—” was all Tyler could get out before Julian interrupted him.
“It’s okay, Ty, baby! Just put on a hoodie. Stop being weird.”
Tyler looked at him, somewhat taken aback. Julian sounded a little annoyed. But whatever tone he sensed in his voice, it wasn’t matched by his innocent smile. But Tyler did sense a look of impatience in his eyes.
“Ok,” Tyler said and sat down. He was seemingly becoming monosyllabic.
Julian snatched the blanket from his hands eagerly and placed it over his and Tyler’s Dad’s lap. Tyler navigated the app on the TV and started the show. Tyler wasn’t sure why he did it, considering the living room lights weren’t all that bright and it was getting dark out already, but he turned off any light in the room with the app on his phone. He could make out the shapes of Julian and his Dad from the TV glow.
“Spoookyy,” Julian said giggling.
The show started and Julian fell into enjoying the story. It wasn’t until about 20 minutes in that he noticed something strange. He heard a sound come from his Dad and he looked over to see him repositioning himself. Was that a grunt? Tyler saw that Julian’s right hand was above the blanket, but the other was underneath. He couldn’t tell where his hand was.
Then, there was movement.
Tyler found Julian’s left hand under the blanket. It was moving back and forth. He followed its path and realized it was in his Dad’s lap. Tyler’s body filled with ice. What was Julian doing? Tyler could only stare in shock as he watched the hand move back and forth, again and again. Perhaps he was rubbing his thigh. Wait, why would my boyfriend be rubbing my Dad’s thigh? He found his mouth was dry as the minutes went on. The room was closing in. His head was spinning. The sound from the TV was coming in through faintly as he realized Julian had never rubbed his thigh like that.
Then, Tyler’s Dad spread his legs further apart. Julian’s hand stopped its horizontal back and forth motion. After a brief pause, his hand resumed. But this time the motion was up and down. It was such an obscene sight–the bouncing of the blanket–that it was impossible to not guess at what was happening. Tyler’s Dad made another sound. This time it was clearly a grunt, but he seemed to sigh at the end of it.
Didn’t they know Tyler could see them? Despite the darkness of the room, everyone’s eyes had adjusted and the TV was practically a spotlight on them. Tyler felt embarrassed. He didn’t know how to stop this. Would his Dad be angry? Would Julian leave? How far were they going to actually go? Surely this wouldn’t last long. But, Tyler thought and his spine tingled at just the idea, they were already bold enough to do this.
“Slow,” came a whisper. Tyler saw his Dad’s mouth move and then saw Julian’s hands slow down into what were obviously slow strokes over his Dad’s penis.
Tyler gulped as he watched his Dad close his eyes and lay his head back into the couch. Julian was watching Tyler’s Dad and from the profile of his face, could see the bulging cheeks smiling. Nobody was watching the show now.
Tyler’s Dad let out several more grunts during the episode. Julian’s hand alternated between slow and fast, the blanket popping up and down to indicate the speed. Tyler was growing angry now. How could his Dad do this to him? He just met his son’s boyfriend for the first time. And now he was getting a handjob from him?! They just shared their first kiss! And Julian…how could he do this to me? Tyler thought. He felt a connection. Something real. For the first time in years, Tyler was beginning to imagine a life with something else. Maybe it was love. But now, well, he wasn’t sure. This betrayal went beyond anything he understood. Tyler was shaking, the rage building as his thoughts spiraled.
But what was more confusing, and even more enraging, was the erection in Tyler’s pants. He was practically throbbing. He could sense a small pool of precum soaking his underwear. What the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t even get hard when he kissed his boyfriend earlier.
Suddenly, the episode ended. The credits were rolling and the PLAY NEXT EPISODE? flashed onto the screen. The timer lasted 15 seconds. Nobody reacted. Julian’s hand kept moving. Tyler’s Dad was looking down at his lap now, his mouth agape. The next episode began playing. Tyler cleared his throat.
As if they were struck by lightning, Julian and Tyler’s Dad stiffened up, the pumping stopped. Their heads snapped forward to the TV.
“Wow, that was a good episode!” Julian said, his throat slightly hoarse. “What did you think, Tyler?”
“Hmm…” Tyler said, thinking. “Yeah it was pretty good. Did you like it, Dad?”
Tyler’s Dad seemed to be slowly coming up from a deep reverie. He turned to look at Tyler, as if only just now remembering he was there. He then looked at Julian. Then the TV. Tyler could see all the cogs in his father’s brain clicking into place.
“Dad?” Tyler asked again.
“Oh, umm, hmpff,” Tyler’s Dad cleared his throat. “Yeah it was good…”
The silence was practically deafening for Tyler’s ears. And it stretched on and on. Because of the blanket, he couldn’t see the bulge that was surely in his Dad’s shorts. While they sat in silence, he watched as Julian’s hand slowly slid from underneath the blanket, stopping briefly on Dad’s crotch, before bringing it above the blanket.
Tyler watched Julian’s face for some sign that he was imagining all this. That his boyfriend hadn’t been stroking his own Dad’s cock on the same couch as him. But Julian wouldn’t look in his direction, wouldn’t acknowledge any of what was clearly happening. He just sat there with his smooth, boyish face, sporting a cocky half smile. Tyler wanted to hit him. His fists balled up in anger. It was almost too much to handle.
Tyler vaguely registered the TV being turned off. Through the fog of anger and hurt, he barely processed the words Julian was saying as he stood up and stretched, making his shirt lift up and expose his tight, hairless tummy.
“Welp, I should probably head home,” Julian was saying. He turned to Dad with an innocent smile. “Do you think you could give me a ride, Mark? It’s kind of a far walk and it’s getting soooo cold!”
“Definitely,” Dad said, with zero hesitation. He nearly stood up, but seemed to remember something and placed himself back on the couch with the blanket still covering him.
“Uhh, why don’t you go grab your stuff and then we can head out,” Dad said somewhat timidly.
“Ok!” Julian agreed and bounced off to Tyler’s room upstairs.
Tyler and his Dad sat on the couch. Again, more silence. He had never felt awkward around his Dad before. They were best buds, always joking and teasing each other. But now it felt like Tyler was the new boyfriend who was being introduced to his lover’s father. Tyler was at a loss for words. He didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to hear him deny it, or worse, admit it. So they sat and waited in the living room for what felt like years.
“Ready!” came Julian’s voice. Tyler was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard him come back down.
Dad stood up, quickly turning his body away from Tyler and headed to the front door. He grabbed the keys hanging next to it and was just about to open the door when Tyler spoke up.
“I’ll come too,” Tyler said. “Let me just grab my–”
“Oh, you don’t have to, sweetie!” Julian cut in. “I know you’re busy with homework. I’ll see you later.”
Again, more silence. Tyler looked at Julian disbelievingly. Then, he looked at his Dad who was studying his own shoes. Tyler felt like he was watching himself fall, unable to catch his flailing body as it plummeted into the abyss. This can’t be happening, Tyler thought.
“I…uhh,” was the best defense Tyler could muster.
“Bye!” Julian said and, to both Tyler and his Dad’s surprise, hooked the older man’s arm and steered him through the door and out onto the driveway.
Tyler stood there as the door was slammed in his face. Not a backwards glance from Julian. Not a kiss on the cheek, or hug. Nothing. He moved to the window to watch the two walking to Dad’s car, which was parked on the sidewalk. Julian’s arm was still hooked in the crook of Dad’s. They were so close to each other. Dad didn’t try to pull away.
With agonizing finality, Tyler stared into the dark of the night. He saw the interior of the car light up as the doors opened. Julian and Dad got in. Hundreds of ideas about what would happen next began unspooling in Tyler’s mind. He was conscious of the tears falling from his eyes, down his face, and onto the wooden floor just as much as he was conscious of the pulsing bulge in the front of his pants.
To be continued...
