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*quot;Pssst.*quot;
The sound is so sharp and surprising that it pulls me out of my dream, but I lie still in bed with my eyes closed. Maybe if I ignore it, I can fall back asleep.
Then, Scotty's voice comes through. *quot;Uncle Ant,*quot; he says, pretending to whisper. I merely respond with a grunt to acknowledge him before he says, *quot;I can't sleep.*quot;
*quot;What do you want me to do about it?*quot; I ask, forcing one eye open and glancing over at him. Somehow, I fell asleep flat on my stomach, so I have to crane my neck a bit to see him.
*quot;Keep me company,*quot; he says.
Little twerp. *quot;What time is it?*quot; I ask with a yawn.
*quot;Like, two in the morning,*quot; he says.
I groan. *quot;Scotty,*quot; I grumble, bringing a hand to my face and shifting onto my side. *quot;I'm not getting up.*quot;
*quot;Then let me in,*quot; he says, lifting his leg up and nudging my blanketed body with his knee. *quot;You're taking up literally the entire bed.*quot;
*quot;It's *my* bed,*quot; I tell him.
*quot;Stop being stubborn and move,*quot; he demands.
I sigh heavily but accommodate. I had been sprawled diagonally across the bed, so I shift to make room for Scotty. Happily, he slides in under the covers and immediately curls up with me, making me put my arm around him.
*quot;I regret letting you move in,*quot; I mutter, and he just giggles.
A month after that life insurance check cleared, I did something I wasn't sure I'd ever do: I bought a house. It's modest at best, but it's exactly the kind of place I've always imagined I'd end up at. It's a small building with a cottage feel way out in the country. And the best part? I have almost a dozen acres of wooded land to myself, allowing for a significant amount of privacy.
Setting up the house was somewhat therapeutic, too. Save for a few heirlooms and memorabilia, there are none of my mother's things. I have free reign to design, and I spent most of the first week just fussing with different types of decor, getting consistent deliveries of furniture and bric-a-brac and cookware and art, sending things back and trying out new pieces until everything felt right. It almost felt a bit irresponsible of me to toss money around like that, but as Scotty kept (and continues to keep) telling me, this is my chance to really start anew.
Of course, I now also have to consider my new roommate.
When I finally took Scotty up on his offer and agreed to get a place with him, I was incredibly conflicted. I didn't (and still don't) want to be away from him, but it's hard being near him -- and in the end, seeing how excited he was at the prospect of being roommates swayed my final decision. It just feels impossible to say *quot;no*quot; to him at times. Even his parents leapt at the idea before I had even agreed. Eric in particular felt better about his only boy going off to college with someone he trusted to support him. Hearing him say that made me feel a little uneasy, but in the end, it was decided: Scotty and I were going to live together.
I bought this house with him in mind, knowing it'd be an easy commute to his campus, but he didn't move in until after his high school graduation. Then, following a grad party and lots of fussing from his mother, Scotty packed his things in my car and we took the two-and-a-half hour journey across the state to our new place.
Even though I made this place my own in the weeks prior to his arrival, there are already clear touches of Scotty throughout the house: the smaller pairs of shoes by the front door, or the video game console that I'll never use, or the fragrant soaps and shampoos cluttering the bathroom, or the discarded pair of small-sized briefs left on the bathroom floor post-shower. Even though it's only been a short amount of time, I can feel his presence in rooms he's not in. I can smell him in the air.
Just as his bare leg burrows between my thighs, he giggles. *quot;You sleep naked now?*quot;
*quot;I was too tired to change,*quot; I murmur. We spent all day setting up extra furniture in his room, like moving in a new dresser and assembling a desk from pre-cut pieces. He needed *quot;someone with muscles,*quot; after all.
*quot;Hmm,*quot; Scotty hums before sniffing me. *quot;Guess you were too tired to shower, too.*quot;
*quot;What?*quot; I ask, glancing down. *quot;Do I smell?*quot;
He laughs. *quot;No,*quot; he says, nudging himself under my arm a bit to get another whiff. *quot;I like how you smell.*quot;
I smile slightly, happy I'm not putting him off. *quot;What do I smell like?*quot;
*quot;Man,*quot; he says, which makes me laugh. *quot;And then... I don't know. You smell cozy.*quot;
*quot;Cozy?*quot;
*quot;Yeah, like... the way a fire in a fireplace feels on a cold night.*quot;
*quot;Huh,*quot; I say, nodding. *quot;That sounds nice.*quot; I'll take *quot;cozy*quot; any day.
*quot;What do *I* smell like?*quot; he asks.
*quot;Like a little boy,*quot; I tease.
Scotty just laughs. *quot;Be serious.*quot;
I snake my other arm around him as well and pull him closer, leaning my head down to sniff his neck. That's when I realize something's off. I grab the collar of his shirt and say, *quot;This doesn't smell like you.*quot;
*quot;Yeah, because it's your shirt,*quot; he says.
I grin. *quot;Still stealing my clothes?*quot; I ask.
*quot;What?*quot; Pendik escort bayan he asks. *quot;I like it.*quot;
Truthfully, I like it too. Already, he's been parading around in nothing but a shirt of mine and a pair of briefs. He's partial to the flannels, loosely buttoning them up so they hang on him like an oversized shirt. I find it to be such a perfect mix of cute and sexy.
I push the shirt off of his shoulder to have better access to his neck, and then I lean in to inhale his scent. He giggles when my beard makes contact with his smooth skin, but I just hum with delight. God, he smells so good. It's hard to describe, but the first thing I think of is a freshly baked good, something sweet and succulent.
*quot;You smell... not sweet, but...*quot; I try to find the right word, leaning lower to smell his pits. As expected, there isn't a hint of offensive body odor. *quot;It's that innocent sort of smell.*quot;
*quot;Well, we both know I'm not innocent,*quot; he says with a grin.
*quot;Too well,*quot; I murmur -- and then, suddenly, his hand reaches down to wrap around my cock. I grunt. *quot;Easy.*quot;
*quot;C'mon,*quot; he whines. *quot;I'm wired.*quot;
*quot;I'm still half asleep,*quot; I groan.
*quot;Well, then, wake up,*quot; he says.
How do I even explain our sex life? I don't want to say that I feel used by Scotty, because that has a negative connotation, but he is absolutely in the driver's seat. He's always the initiator, and whenever he's in the mood or has an itch that needs scratching, he'll seek me out -- and I wouldn't really want it any other way. I'm already toeing the line between good guy and bad guy just by entertaining anything with Scotty, but it makes me feel better to at least know that he wants it this way and that I'm not just some creep who's coming onto him.
However, my feelings for him haven't changed, and I've still kept my mouth shut. To me, it seems pretty clear that Scotty sees this as a sort of *quot;friends with benefits*quot; situation. Plus, it's even more imperative to keep my feelings to myself because we now live together, because I'm now his only support system out here. He doesn't have his parents to lean on as easily as he transitions to college. In order to keep the peace and make sure he gets what he needs, I'm not going to impose. If it all backfired, I could never forgive myself.
*quot;Maybe I don't wanna do anything with you,*quot; I tease.
*quot;That's a fat lie,*quot; he says, squeezing my member.
*quot;Don't you just wanna cuddle and sleep?*quot; I ask, eager to wind down.
*quot;No,*quot; he says. *quot;I wanna cum.*quot;
I laugh slightly before exhaling deeply through my nose. *quot;If I make you cum, will you let me sleep?*quot;
He looks up at me and grins, nodding.
I smile a bit before letting my hand slide under his shirt and paw at his ass. Once I give it a good grip and pull his smaller body into mine, I kiss him deeply and slowly. I'm still tired, not up for something high-octane, but I still want it to be passionate and sensual, just how he likes. When I feed him my tongue, he takes it eagerly. His darts out to meet mine before he wraps his lips around the slick muscle and sucks lightly, bobbing like he would on my cock. Of course, that makes me painfully erect, but I ignore my hard-on for now. I wanna focus on my boy.
I shift my hand from his ass to his bulge, running my palm up and down the front -- and he mewls into my mouth. *quot;That feels so good,*quot; he pants, and I grin. His briefs do feel pretty silky. I'm not sure what the material is, but it seems perfect for sexual stimulation, so I continue rubbing his cock through the fabric. Scotty, in turn, gyrates his hips, searching for the most possible friction while moaning his little head off.
*quot;Good thing we don't live at your house anymore,*quot; I murmur against his lips.
*quot;Why?*quot; he asks before laughing. *quot;Oh, because I'm being loud?*quot;
*quot;Exactly,*quot; I say, giving him a firmer squeeze.
He nips at my bottom lip. *quot;It was hot sneaking around, though...*quot; he says.
I grunt a bit. *quot;It kinda was, huh?*quot; I don't like entertaining him, but I have to be honest: the risk has its thrill.
He pushes his bulge harder into my hand, now taking over the pace, almost just using my palm to masturbate. *quot;We could still pretend,*quot; he suggests in a coy voice.
I arch my eyebrow a bit but smirk. *quot;Oh yeah?*quot; I ask, chuckling softly before starting to squeeze his bulge every time he rocks forward. *quot;You wanna keep quiet so you don't wake your mommy and daddy next door?*quot;
Scotty clearly likes that, because he moans out a little louder before wrapping an arm more tightly around me. *quot;But *you're* my daddy,*quot; he says.
Fuck. I'm pretty sure my cock spits out a thick string of precum at that. I guess I can play along with this little game... *quot;That's right, baby,*quot; I murmur, starting to take over again and stroke him through his briefs faster. *quot;Sneaking into your room when Mommy goes to bed.*quot;
Scotty's eyes roll back a bit, and he pants, his body heating up. *quot;We shouldn't be doing this, Daddy.*quot;
*quot;I know, kiddo,*quot; I say, leaning in to kiss his neck. *quot;But Daddy's a bad man.*quot;
He Escort Beykoz almost makes a noise that sounds like a sob, but I know that sound well: he's in heaven.
*quot;Do you want me to stop?*quot; I tease.
*quot;No,*quot; he whispers, whining now as he gets closer. He digs his fingers into my arm.
*quot;You like it when Daddy touches you, don't you?*quot;
*quot;Yes!*quot; he cries, rutting harder into my hand.
*quot;Shhh, baby,*quot; I whisper against his lips. *quot;We can't get caught.*quot;
Scotty tugs on my hair a bit, mostly for support. However, our eyes meet, and I drink in the sight of his flushed face and upturned eyebrows, even in the dim lighting. *quot;Our little secret?*quot; he asks.
*quot;Our little secret, baby boy,*quot; I growl back.
For a moment, Scotty's eyes roll back until finally, he clutches onto me, thrusts forward, and starts to tremble. It's clear he's clenching his mouth shut, trying to hold back his moans. They come out in strained grunts, and I just massage my hand against his cock as the front of his briefs become wet and sticky.
*quot;That's my boy,*quot; I whisper in his ear, and Scotty pants out, moaning and shaking until he finally finishes and can catch his breath.
He loosens his grip on me and collapses on his back, letting out a tired laugh. *quot;Jesus, that was hot,*quot; he says, sounding short of breath.
I chuckle slightly as I pat his bulge. *quot;You gonna let me sleep now?*quot;
He turns to me and smiles before playfully pouting. *quot;But I'm all sticky, Daddy.*quot;
I lick my lips a bit, my mouth immediately salivating. *quot;Here,*quot; I murmur before pulling the blankets off of him. I lift his shirt up to expose his tummy, and I kiss from his navel to his groin. He squirms when I kiss his bulge, and he whimpers when I slowly peel off his briefs. I get them off of his legs and toss them to the floor before extending my tongue and lapping at his mess. He squirms a bit, both moaning and laughing as I give him a tongue bath and clean up his essence. God, he tastes and smells so good. Something about it is absolutely intoxicating.
Once finished, kiss up his body and then give him a peck on his smiling lips. *quot;All clean,*quot; I say.
*quot;You're such a weirdo,*quot; he says with a smile.
*quot;*That* was weird to you?*quot; I ask with a laugh. *quot;After you were just getting off on your little molestation fantasy?*quot;
*quot;I didn't say I *wasn't* weird,*quot; he teases, poking my stomach and laughing. *quot;Just pointing out that you're a weirdo.*quot;
I grumble a bit. *quot;You're such a brat,*quot; I mutter before collapsing on my side with a heavy sigh.
Once again, Scotty curls up to me, snuggling close. *quot;Well, I'm your brat now.*quot;
I smile softly to myself before kissing the top of his head and hugging him close. *quot;Lucky me,*quot; I say sarcastically. Scotty giggles a bit, but he doesn't understand that I truly do feel lucky. I'm the luckiest man on Earth to have a brat like him.
Suddenly, Scotty sits up. *quot;Oh my God!*quot; he says. *quot;The meteor shower!*quot;
*quot;What meteor shower?*quot;
*quot;There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight! I completely forgot!*quot; He pulls off the blanket and vaults out of bed in nothing but my shirt, practically sprinting to the open window. He presses his face into the screen, craning his neck to get a look up at the night sky. I, of course, can't help but notice the way his ass is peeking out from under my shirt when he's hunched over.
*quot;Well?*quot; I ask after a moment.
*quot;Can't really see any-- oh!*quot; He gasps, hopping on the balls of his feet. *quot;Oh my god! There are two!*quot; Then, giddy, he runs to the bed like a little kid and grabs my arm. *quot;Can we go out?*quot;
*quot;Go ahead,*quot; I tell him.
*quot;But I want you with me,*quot; he says.
*quot;I've seen meteor showers before.*quot;
*quot;But *I* haven't,*quot; he says before giving me his best puppy dog expression and saying, *quot;Please please please?*quot;
I sigh. He's so fucking cute that I could be convinced to give him a limb if he asked like that. *quot;Fine,*quot; I murmur, and he grins, knowing he had me hook, line, and sinker.
We both get ourselves dressed, putting on jackets since it's a crisp night, before heading out the backdoor. One of my favorite parts about this house is that it's easy to get up on the roof -- and from there, you get a perfectly clear view of the sky over the surrounding canopy. Tonight is a splendid night for it. There's not a single cloud to be seen, so the night sky is positively littered with twinkling stars.
Scotty and I both head up the ladder to the roof before lying down on our backs on the part with the lowest incline. Then, we sit in relative silence, watching in awe as meteors dart across the sky sporadically. Scotty gasps every now and then, and I smile, happy I forced myself to make this memory with him. As tired as I was, seeing his amazement is something I'll cherish for a long time.
*quot;I feel really happy,*quot; Scotty says, breaking the silence after a while.
He says it in such a casual tone that I can't help but laugh. *quot;Yeah?*quot;
*quot;Yeah, just... I don't know. Now that I'm all, like, moved in, it feels official. I flew the nest, or whatever. Cevizli escort I have so much to look forward to.*quot;
I smile tenderly at him. *quot;That you do, monkey.*quot;
He turns to me and smiles back. *quot;And I get to do it with one of my best friends.*quot;
I feel my face get hot, but I immediately laugh. *quot;Me?*quot;
*quot;Yes, you,*quot; he says. *quot;Honestly, I'm grateful the original plans fell through. Living with you is gonna be so much better.*quot;
*quot;Just wait 'til we start fighting,*quot; I murmur.
He chuckles. *quot;True.*quot; Then, he turns to me with a little grin on his face. *quot;How badly do you think they'd freak out if they knew we were fooling around?*quot;
*quot;They*quot; can only mean one thing: his parents. I wince, imagining the looks of horror on their faces. *quot;Badly,*quot; I say.
*quot;But we're just having fun,*quot; he says. *quot;No big deal.*quot;
Just having fun, huh? I wish I could feel that simply about our dynamic. *quot;Your mother might just be shocked, but your father would murder me in cold blood.*quot;
Scotty seems to find that amusing because he giggles. *quot;He's not that bad.*quot;
*quot;Yes he is,*quot; I tell him. *quot;He's already wary of you dating men. The last thing he would want is for someone he trusts to be... you know...*quot;
*quot;Diddling me?*quot;
I snort. *quot;I wouldn't put it like that, but...*quot;
Again, he giggles. *quot;Why's he so wary of me dating?*quot;
*quot;Because he's a man and he knows men are terrible.*quot; I smile slightly. *quot;Even I'm a bit nervous thinking about you dating.*quot;
*quot;Aww, you're worried about me?*quot; he says cheekily.
I just shove him affectionately. *quot;Whatever, kid.*quot;
He grins to himself before he looks a bit pensive. *quot;I'm excited to... see what's out there or whatever. But I'm nervous, too.*quot;
*quot;You don't have to be nervous. You're so personable,*quot; I tell him. *quot;You'll meet tons of people.*quot;
*quot;I'm not really worried about meeting people,*quot; he explains. *quot;I'm more worried about...*quot; He trails off, and for a moment, he bites his lip, thinking again. *quot;Actually, I kind of have a favor to ask you.*quot;
I arch my eyebrow. *quot;Yeah?*quot;
He stares up at me for several seconds before shaking his head. *quot;Never mind.*quot;
*quot;You sure?*quot;
*quot;Yeah,*quot; he says before smiling and switching gears. *quot;You don't think they know, though? I mean, two good looking gay guys moving in together?*quot;
I shake my head. *quot;Your dad is pretty dense. He didn't know I was gay until I flat out told him,*quot; I say.
*quot;Yeah, he was really surprised when *I* came out,*quot; Scotty says.
*quot;Well, yeah, but...*quot; I laugh a little at the memory that has suddenly come to mind. *quot;Well, there was a period of time where he was suspicious.*quot;
*quot;Seriously?*quot; he asks.
*quot;Yeah. Based on your, uh... internet history.*quot;
Scotty's eyes go wide with shock, and I burst out laughing. *quot;What?!*quot; he cries out, sitting up straight.
*quot;When you were younger, he noticed you were looking at a lot of gay porn -- particularly dad/son-themed stuff.*quot;
*quot;Are you kidding?!*quot; he asks, looking positively mortified. *quot;Oh my God! What did he say?*quot; Of course, I can't stop laughing, and Scotty punches me in the arm. *quot;Uncle Ant!*quot;
*quot;It wasn't a big deal,*quot; I say between laughter. *quot;I talked him down.*quot;
*quot;So *you* knew, too?*quot;
*quot;He came to me for advice, yeah,*quot; I say with a chuckle. I remember that so well, how terrified Eric seemed about his son looking at that kind of material, wondering if his son was harboring some secret desire for him -- but I simply told him it was probably just a phase. Simple curiosity. I also reminded him about all the shit he and I looked at when we were kids, and that calmed him down.
*quot;Jesus Christ,*quot; Scotty whispers.
Even though it's nighttime, I can see Scotty blushing profusely, and I chuckle, sit up, and pat the spot in front of me. *quot;C'mere.*quot;
He pouts a little but climbs into my lap, letting me wrap my arms around him. *quot;I'm so fucking embarrassed,*quot; he mutters.
*quot;He's long since put it past him,*quot; I tell him with an affirming squeeze.
Scotty sighs. *quot;Whatever you say...*quot;
*quot;It's no big deal,*quot; I try to assure him.
*quot;Yeah, but I don't think I'll be able to look at him next time I see him,*quot; Scotty says.
I chuckle. *quot;Why, are you into him?*quot;
Scotty's head whips around, and he gives me an angry look. *quot;Ew! Of course not!*quot;
*quot;I wouldn't judge you if you were,*quot; I say with a grin, unable to resist teasing him.
*quot;Shut up,*quot; he says, elbowing me in my side. *quot;You're such a dick.*quot;
*quot;I'm sorry,*quot; I say, laughing and focusing on hugging him. *quot;I'll stop.*quot;
*quot;Thank you,*quot; he says. For a while, we both just look up at the sky together, waiting for a few more stars to zip across the sky. Then, he speaks up again. *quot;I have a tiny confession,*quot; Scotty says, laughing nervously.
*quot;Uh oh,*quot; I murmur, still holding him close. *quot;What?*quot;
*quot;I, um... I sometimes fantasize that you're my dad.*quot;
I blink, and almost every muscle in my body seems to awaken at the same time. *quot;Like... your actual father?*quot;
*quot;Yeah,*quot; he says, laughing. *quot;Guess that's why I like calling you 'Daddy' so much.*quot;
Instantly, I'm hard. So that little thing we played out before coming up here is a go-to fantasy of his? Fuck. Picturing Scotty up late at night thinking about his dad sneaking into his room... except with me in Eric's place... It's making me hot all over. That's messed up, isn't it?