8. Danny
Jeff refused to see me while his sons were staying at home, saying we should pause our trysts as long as they were around, and a week flew by. A long, sad, empty week of hollow jerking off, without the taste and smell and feel of Jeff’s big cock. By the end of it, the August was already over and it was time for me to return to the uni for my final year.
I went to Jeff’s house one more time before I left town, just to see him again, but it was Matt who opened the door and said his dad was busy. It was plain as day that Matt didn’t like the idea of his father fucking a guy his age—especially one he used to play with as a kid. I tried pleading with him, asking him to let me in, but it was useless. I couldn’t shout or make a scene because my parents were still unaware of what was going on right under their noses. Although they started to suspect something was off, seeing how miserable I was all of a sudden.
“No more going to the gym, huh?” my dad observed one time.
It seemed I had even started losing weight without Jeff’s cum to sustain me. I tried telling myself to let it go and stop being clingy; our relationship was a temporary thing right from the very start. I had no claim on him; he had no real interest in me. So I went away without saying goodbye, rejected and brokenhearted, to start a new semester in hopes of forgetting him.
Maybe it was good that it ended when it did, I tried to console myself. Before I fell even more in love with him. Maybe this was for the best.
But as the seasons changed and months dragged by, I didn’t think less often of Jeff; I thought of him more . I missed him every second of every day, my body feeble without his cock, like a phone missing its charger. I buried myself in my studies, thinking that if I kept my mind busy, I’d stop obsessing over him. I even tried dating other guys, scouring Grindr and Tinder for any half-decent man, but no one truly interested me, no one could compare to him. So when December came, and I packed to go back home for the Christmas holidays, all I could think about was seeing Jeff again.
Pathetic, I know. But love makes fools of us all or whatever, as the saying goes.
When I finally got back home, itching all over from the need for him, my parents were taken aback by how pale and skinny I looked. Concerned about my health, they started asking questions, searching for the reason why I resembled a malnourished vampire. But no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t tell them the truth, now… could I? My folks were always supportive of me, but I don’t think they would understand this. There was only one thing that could make me feel better, only one cure in the world: Jeff. And not only his cock, magnificent as it was. I wanted all of him. But I would accept anything he was willing to give me, however little that may be. It was still better than nothing, better than not having him in my life at all.
That first evening at home I was gathering my courage, biding my time, and waiting for my chance. Mom and Dad were fussing over me like I was a baby, so there wasn’t a convenient opportunity to sneak out to Jeff’s place anyway. Later that night, after we had a nice family dinner and my parents went to bed, I sat by the window in my room like a lovesick fool, looking at Jeff’s house and watching the snow fall. It was turning the world pristine, covering the rooftops with a soft white blanket. I thought about what I was going to say to Jeff when I see him, imagining us kissing, embracing, and fucking until fatigue finally dragged me off into the dreamland.
The next morning I woke up very early, too jittery to sleep. My parents were still slumbering, and realized it was now or never. Putting on my sweatpants and a hoodie as fast as I could, I tiptoed downstairs and wrapped myself in a warm winter jacket. I snuck out like a thief and ran to Jeff’s house, leaving telltale footsteps in the fresh snow.
As I climbed to his porch where I first saw him naked, smoking a cigarette in the first light of dawn, the scene of that fateful encounter replayed in my mind. He was so confident, so sexy standing right there in the buff, that I felt lightheaded, weak at the knees. I knew even then that he was the perfect man for me, but I didn’t dare hope he would ever return even a fraction of my interest in him.
Now, hope was all I had. Heart thundering in my chest, breaths turning into mist, I knocked at his door. A wreath was hanging there, a symbol of festivity. I might have been too old for Santa, but I still made a wish. Christmas was a time for miracles, right?
After a moment that seemed endless, Jeff opened the door. Wrapped in a fluffy gray bathrobe, scruffy and sexy as ever, he stood there, framed in the winter morning light. Staring at me.