Barely Legal Austin

Austin. What a fucking tease.

Like always, he was on my doorstep, smiling, wearing just a pair of basketball shorts, sweat glistening on his exposed chest.

“ Hey Mr. Hunt!” he exclaimed. “ Is Josh home?”

“ Call me Mike.” I told him again. “ Yes, he’s here, go on upstairs.” He ran by me and up to the second floor. I could smell him as he jolted by and the smell made me hard. I pushed the thought from my mind and closed the door. I yelled up to them that I would be in the garage if they needed me.

“OK” came the combined reply.

I guess I might as well give you the back story. My name is Mike obviously. I’m a 35 year old divorcee. I live alone with my son as I have custody. We live in a very upscale part of town. I had the great fortune of winning a lottery prize of 50 million dollars about six years ago. Luckily I was already divorced by then and the greedy bitch of an ex-wife I had got none of it. I lived the bachelor life now, bedding men or women. I was always bisexual and got married for the wrong reasons. The only good thing out of 10 years of marriage was my son. My fortune afforded me and my son the best but I made sure he worked for what he wanted.

I walked out to the open garage that was my gym. I had everything in here but rarely used it all. My body was toned and tight. I’m sure 20 year olds would kill for a body like mine, funny I want their body but in another way. I was fast at work on the weight bench when my son and his friend came in.

“ Hey dad, mind if we join you?”

He always asked, I raised him with manners. “ Yeah kid, go ahead. If you guys need help just let me know.” I told him. We worked out all the time and my sons body mirrored mine. His gorgeous little friend was getting there, I think in part due to my sons motivation. After an hour I was gearing up for a run around the neighborhood, I always did this at five thirty. It was cooler by then plus the neighborhood wives came to expect me and were always doing something or the other outside just to get a look. I loved the two women on the end of my street, both in their fifties they would set up chairs and had daiquiris in hand as I passed. I made a point to stop and talk to them. Ha, I guess I’m just as bad with the teasing.

Today my son and Austin joined me. They ladies loved that. My companions blushed deeply when they commented on how good they look. I told them they should be flattered that they were admired, I enjoyed the commenting and drooling looks.

“ Yeah, dad, but why do you care, I thought you liked men?” My son stated as we were running again.

Austin faltered for a moment but recovered.

I noticed Austin, and smiled. “ Yes, I do son, but I like women too. Its my lifestyle.”

“ I don’t know.” he said “ Mom keeps telling me how its wrong, that its against god.”

“ Well son, some feel that way, but if god created us all, doesn’t that mean he made me this way? Why would he hate his own creation?”

“That makes sense.” he said. “ Speaking of mom, do I have to spend two weeks with her? I’d rather stay here. I mean Europe sounds cool but with just mom and grandma it won’t be fun.”

He had to go, it was her court ordered summer time. I had paid for the Europe trip after she called me wanting to give him some culture, funny how it came at my expense.