Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 6

Please read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5 for a better understanding of this chapter. Names have been changed.

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There was so much more I wanted to do with Ben but I kept telling myself to have patience, fearing that I would push him too much and it would ruin what I had going. I went ahead with my shower and about five minutes later, he came in and lifted the toilet seat to have a piss. After he was done, I thought he would leave and go back to his own bathroom, but he pushed the door open and came in and I just smiled and made way for him to get under the shower. He kept looking at me as the water washed over him but then surrendered and closed his eyes pushing his luscious locks back and letting the water run over his body.

I always thought he had the most gorgeous eyes, but with his eyelashes wet and more visible, they were now just mesmerizing. He hadn’t said much or anything for that matter since my little taste test so I made typical conversation, acting as if nothing unusual had happened over the last hour, hoping that he’d warm up again. When I was done, I stepped out and let him finish alone, disappointed that I had only gotten a couple yeses and a brief smile out of him and went to grab some clothes. When he was done, he walked to my closet in his towel and stood looking at me rifle through my drawer for a proper pair of sweats.

“Travis?”
“Yeah?”
“You good?”
“Haha, yeah, why?”
“Nothing. I’m gonna go get changed and then I’ll fix us some breakfast. K?”
“Sounds good.”

When I went down for breakfast, he was wearing the most clothes he had worn in the past couples days put together. A long pair of tracks and his old college sweater but I justified that the weather deemed it necessary. Fortunately, after breakfast and a couple subtle mentions that the past few days had been the most amazing and fun I had ever had, he grew tired of his sweats and changed into a more comfortable shirt and shorts. I thought about propositioning him further but knowing that Tom would be back soon, I decided to settle for some baseball and orange juice. At least Grady Sizemore was nice to look at.

When Tom walked in, he looked furious and flushed. He was soaking wet and only gave Ben a brief salutation before storming upstairs and then screaming down after me to join him in his room. Knowing his short temper and arrogant attitude, I figured the weather plus some one giving him a bad drive set him off.

I knocked on his door and entered and he walked past me and slammed it shut, locking it before pushing me towards the bed. He had already peeled off his shirt and stripped down his pants, using a tshirt he had on his desk to dry the excess water leaking from his shaggy hair. His cock dangled heavily but his balls squashed up towards the base. It was truly cold outside. He grabbed a pair of pants from his drawer and slipped them on and then stood watching me with the most uneasy of looks.

“So me and Ashley had a nice long chat on the way over. Learned a couple interesting things. Anything you want to tell me about?”

GULP!

“Not really…what exactly did she tell you?”
“Travis I’m not kidding…you want to come clean?”
“What are you going on about? Just say what she told you.”
“Are you gay?”

That bitch.