Dad Doesn’t Stand A Chance: Part 7

Please read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 & 6 for a better understanding of this chapter. Names have been changed.
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My episode with Tom really must’ve worked me out because after my shower I fell asleep on my bed, wearing only my towel, hair still wet. When I opened my eyes and looked at my phone, it was 3:24pm and I had 7 missed calls, 5 of them from Will. Apparently he had been calling me all afternoon, hoping to escape his mother at home after getting into a huge argument with her over pot she had found in his jeans pocket. He liked to smoke weed and I joined him sometimes. At first it was purely an attraction to me but not something I would personally do, but after a couple hits, it made me horny as fuck. By the time it was 4:00pm, he was sitting up in my room, explaining what had happened but I was barely there. My mind was on Tom and the amazing experience we had shared. I could care less about Will and his mommy issues.

Ben brought us a couple sodas and went down to his office to try to get some work done. It had been a while since he focused on work, and he was losing clients to other hungry realtors in this down market. Tom had found some sleep as well, his tiredness likely due to his extra curricular activities last night and this morning. Will and I played some Wii and worked up quite a sweat before he decided it was time to smoke away his stress. I opened up my front windows and turned off the air conditioning as he carefully rolled up a solid blunt, fit enough for three people to successfully gain high-dom. I was pretty convinced by this point that he was the splitting image of his brother, Chase. He already had the attitude, the mannerisms, used the same phrases and dressed the same. He already wore small diamond stud earrings which added some flash to his all-American rugged features and he was patiently counting down the months and years to his 16th birthday when he could get his first tattoos. Thinking of it, I guess he is to Chase, what I am to Tom, at least, what I was supposed to be, if I weren’t gay.

He lit up and I locked up, making sure we didn’t have a repeat of his mother’s tantrum and after a few pulls, he lay flat down on the carpet, laughing, pointing and talking nonsense. He was a funny guy, and I lay beside him just laughing at him, and sometimes wandering off to my own little high paradise, imagining what would happen next. Unfortunately, the rain started beating in again so I had to close the windows and he put it out saying that he probably should save some for later anyway and didn’t want to ride his bike high and changed the conversation to Ashley. He had obviously enjoyed their little fuckfest and couldn’t wait to get in her again. While he had a lot of experience with girls, I’m sure he was ecstatic to fuck a female that wasn’t a family member. He considered her his first lay and now that he got off the mark, he wanted to keep the streak alive.