GTA 6 and my sons friend - Sex Stories

GTA 6 and my sons friend

... with a stick.

"Noup," he replied as briefly as before.

"Well, there's always time."

"Well, I don't know."

"Okay. I think I understand," I said.

"Really?" Jan asked, smiling again.

"I think so," I said, smiling myself.

"Okay, is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all, not at all."

As Jan continued to play, I wondered if we had flirted with each other. It felt a little unexpected, after all I am a few decades older than the boy and his friend's father.

"Okay, let's go. I have my English test tomorrow; I have to study a bit," my son called from the living room door.

"Oh shit," Jan said. Just when it was getting fun.

I followed Jan into the hallway, pretending to accidentally touch his wrist. He looked at me with a confused look on his face. The boys changed into their outdoor clothes.

"Bye now. And hey, Jan, it was nice to meet you." I said as I closed the door.

"You too," he replied.

What a lovely and exciting case this Jan was, I thought as I sat back in front of the TV. I wasn't really watching anything, I was lost in thought. And quite cute, I thought. And definitely gay. The situation was so arousing that I decided to watch some porn on the Internet and masturbate blissfully. After a while, the doorbell rang, and I wondered who could be there; it was ten o'clock. I went to open the door.

"Hello again." Behind the door, a boy smiled, who had just made me think.

"Oh, Jan. What brings you here?"

"Well. I think my earbuds fell out ...

... of my pocket while I was sitting on the couch. Can you take a look?"

"Come on in. See for yourself."

Jan took off his shoes and walked into the living room. He lifted the couch cushions but couldn't find what he was looking for.

"Oh, hell, they're not here either." It was starting to smell like an excuse.

Out in the hallway, Jan glanced into the bedroom. The laptop was open and the website I'd visited was up, leaving nothing to guess; the headline read HOT GAY PORN in big letters. Below that were a large number of icons for porn movies. The boy stared wide-eyed at the laptop.

Busted. I thought there was no more room for explanation. My first thought was that Jan was going to tell my son.

"Oh! Do you watch that stuff?" The boy asked.

"Well. Every now and then, yes." What else could I say?

"Cool!"

"Oh, is that right?"

"Yeah, I like to watch that too."

We looked at each other in silence. Somewhere in the house, the sound of a water pipe when someone was in the shower was heard. Otherwise, it was quiet.

"You didn't lose your headphones, did you?" I asked as if to prove a point.

"Well, no," Jan patted the front pocket of his jeans. They seem safe. I had a hunch when we had that eye game and stuff."

"Heh, a pretty good hunch. I liked watching you, I mean, I still do."

"I guess I liked watching you too."

I took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the boy. Our noses touched, and I felt his breath on my wet lips. He was breathing ...