A weird little piece that fluttered out of my head this morning. Enjoy. -B.
The next day I got a surprise. Troy showed up at my front door. He felt bad about things and he had come apologize. I shook off the haze of depression I’d been in and helped him get his things from his car. Once he was settled, I introduced it to him. When he first saw it, there was confusion writ plainly on his face. He clearly didn’t understand what it was. I explained it to him slowly, waiting for him to admonish me, to call me a crazy person. But his eyes lit up instead and he responded with a dozen questions that spilled out so quickly I could barely give them answers.
In the following few days, Troy’s childish joy ran away with him. He played football with it in the yard, ran races with it out in the woods, swam with it in the freezing cold lake. It was the way I thought it would be and I guess that was enough.
I couldn’t sleep that night so I went down to Troy’s room to ask if he wanted to split some hot cocoa with me, but I never made it past his door. I could hear the sounds of heavy, low breathing. The muffled moans. The door was cracked and I debated with myself for a moment that lasted forever before I looked in.
They were stroking each other, exploring their bodies together with a mirrored curiosity. Even in the dim light I could see how similar I had made the thing to my son. The light made their hair the same shade and treated their skin like one color. They were like twins rolling around, both erect and tentative and driven. Standing by the door watching them engrossed in each other, I reached down and against my better judgment, felt the extent of my own erection and knew that I had started something mad.
It put its mouth on Troy’s cock and Troy returned the favor. They formed a perfect circuit. I groped myself lightly through my pajamas and kept quiet. Eventually they disengaged and without communication they both rose up to their knees and came toward each other. Their hard cocks pressed between, them they ground into and onto each other. Both their hips pumped and their dicks slid together. They just stared into each other’s eyes. I watched this strange, electric moment unfold and then almost as if by some mutual code the thing drew Troy into a deep kiss and my son came. He filled the space between their bodies with his jizz.
I shot my own load, soaking the front of my pajamas. It ran down my legs and the length of the cotton pants. I left after that and went straight up to my room. I laid in my bed thinking guilty thoughts, running through the memory of what I’d just seen and hoping, grotesquely, that my son would stay a while.