Another message popped up on my phone and it was Dylan texting me again. It's like he's trying to find any reason to texted me even for the smallest and most unnecessary things.
Dylan: "hi Tyler. Working today?" Tyler: "yeah ...is it about the pipe again?
Dylan: Clogged again, can you come and take a look?"
I don't what to do anymore. He could easily find someone else to take a look. But instead he keeps bothering me for everything related to the apartment even though it's supposed to be his responsibility. Yet, for some reason, I keep responding to his annoying request.
Tyler: "alright. I'll try to see what I can do.
Dylan: "don't rush, just come whenever you want. The door is always opened for you."
His last message gave me chills. I know it's about checking his clogged pipe, but it feels like an invitation for something else. Or maybe I'm thinking too much. I can't stop thinking about this kid, especially remembering when we're alone in the room. The image of Dylan spreading his smooth tanned thighs still lingers in my head. I don't want to think that he's trying to seduce me. I'm happy with Scott, at least emotionally? I just realized that it's been awhile since we had sex. Masturbation replaced our dying bedroom activities, since we're getting busier with life and our son. It's just easier than sex. 15 minutes to release the tension and I'm done. I don't have to wait for Scott to be in the mood and spend time to stimulate him. Plus, I'm free to imagine it to be as wild as I want. But lately, fantasizing about Dylan felt different than usual masturbation. He's close to us and the recent event could lead my fantasy to reality. It would never cross my mind to do such things behind Scotts back. But deep down I'm craving hot, steamy sex like when I was in college. When I could fuck any guy without consequences or worrying about my partner.
That stopped when I married Scott. I've been faithful to my husband since then. But I cannot lie. I still have the desire when it comes to this younger guy. I might be over 40 but my sexual desire never fades, it's just that I'm too familiar with Scott and nothing excites me anymore. We repeat the same thing every time. Scott is less likely to try something new with me. Our meeting with Dylan last week sparked something in me that I thought died a long time ago after I married Scott. It is the excitement. The last time I felt this energetic was when I was in puberty. I remember being horny all the time at school, too horny to concentrate with my mind full of sexual thoughts about attractive guys in my school. For the first time in decades I felt like a teen again because of Dylan. His youthful energy reminds me of when I was young and full of adventure. But I am taken back to the reality when thinking about my family. I'm a husband and a father. Its not like I have an option. Being a responsible adult is what I'm forced to do every day. Forced? I chose this when I proposed to Scott. But why do I think that I was forced into this life style? My mind wanders somewhere else as I run my fingers over the keyboard. I got emails to reply to and work to submit before the end of my shift.
Enough thinking about my life story I have work to do. I don't usually go out by myself after work but I was tempted to head straight to the Dylan's apartment. I got a feeling that something major is coming. It's about a stupid pipe, I know. Despite me not knowing much about plumbing I offered help to Dylan rather than hiring a plumber. Why am I so excited about meeting Dylan? Maybe I craved the attention from him, like when he caress my bicep and compliments me during the dinner. His touch sent a shockwave all over my body and ended up in my cock. Since then, the experience keeps lingering in my fertile imagination. I don't regret masturbating to Dylan the other night. It's the only way for me to restrain myself from stepping out of my marriage. As I'm driving I keep thinking, should I head straight home or take a turn to Dylan's apartment? I'm nervous as I wait for a green light. Heading straight would lead me home, but a left turn would send me to Dylan. I could've waited for Saturday when I will help him move his things into his apartment, but I don't to wait any longer to meet him again.
I calm down and think about Scott and Kevin. I think Scott has already prepared dinner for us and is waiting for me. I gotta stop thinking about Dylan all the time and focus on my family first. Before I make the decision to head home my body instinctively takes a left turn and heads for Dylan. My mind is already disconnected from my body when it comes to Dylan. It will seem suspicious if I visit Dylan's apartment after work even though Scott already knows of the pipe issue. It's just that Scott doesn't know that I'm heading there sooner. I should've at least told Scott first. I could have explained that I needed to settle the pipe issue ASAP. There's no water running in his shower. But, wait; Scott has already contacted a plumber this morning for Dylan. I'm a bit disappointed but then I remember Dylan contacted me about the pipe problem and didn't say anything about plumber. Besides, the plumber cannot make it until Friday I might as well chick it out now. It won't take long. I hear myself rationalizing the situation and what I will tell Scott. I realize I am lying and can't believe I am doing that but call him to explain.
When Scott answers I remind him that the plumber cannot make it until this Friday so I'll check it out now. "It will not take long," I continue still feeling guilty
There was a long moment of silence after I said that but he finally replied. "Okay. Hope everything is settled quickly.
"I don't know what I should expect", I answered, "I'll check the pipe, repair, and make sure it is functioning again -- that's all", and then we hung up. Why am I so nervous and excited about this? I can feel the blood rushing all over my body as I drive on. My blood is still rushing when I knock.
"Hi Tyler, come on in" Dylan greeted me at the door. He's wearing normal clothing, nothing extraordinary, so okay, maybe he just needs the pipe problem to be settled as soon as possible. I need to stop expecting ridiculous things.
"You just back from work?" Dylan added. "Yeah, thought I'd just settle this problem as soon as I can." I replied, as I checked the rusted pipe.
"Sorry to bother you. I can't get any plumber around here. Hope I don't bother you too much."
I don't know who's lying. Either Scott or Dylan. They're both telling contradicting stories. Scott might be lying to avoid me coming here, or Dylan lied for the same reason. But one thing I sure of, I lied to Scott. What if Scott is actually lying too? Then he should already know that I lied too.
"Don't worry about it -- should have settled the problem a while ago." I replied.
"Is it gonna take awhile to repair?"
"I think so. Can you get the tools from the store room?"
"Sure." Dylan said heading towards the storeroom as I checked my phone for any missed call or texts. Nothing yet so far. Dylan came back not long after with the toolbox. I proceed to check and did everything I can think of to repair the clogged pipe.
"Scott knows you're here?" Dylan suddenly asked while I'm doing the plumbing work.
"Yeah I told him before I came here."
"Oh... then I guess he doesn't mind if you had to stay here a bit longer"
"What you mean?" I asked him with a nervous laugh. I'm quite nervous hearing what he just said. I need clarification of what he means if I have to stay longer here.
"Well...you know." Dylan replied back, with soft voice. I never heard him talking in this tone before. Suddenly I get nervous again. Like I can tell where this is heading. It looked like a scene from a porn video or something. I looked at him, confused, waiting for an answer. I'm too nervous to reply back.
"If you need to clean this pipe a little longer...." Dylan added, with a naughty smile. I just laughed a little. My heart beats faster each time I talked to him for the past few minutes.
"Oh...Uhh yeah. Looks like there's lot or work that needs to be done today." I swear that I heard that line in porn before.
"You need any help? There's not much I can do but I'm happy to assist." Dylan offered.
"Not for now. I'll call you when I need something." Even if wanted him to help, I don't know anything for him to do.
"Cool. You need a cold soda? It's kinda hot in here."
"Yeah, that would be great."
"Cool." Dylan left again, leaving me in the bathroom, taking care of the pipe problem. This is gonna get messy, the pipe clogged with stuff from the drain.
Dylan returned with cool soda can. "Here"
"Thanks, just put it there." My hands are too dirty to touch anything else right now. The next thing I notice is Dylan is just sitting on the bathtub. Watching me fixing the pipe for him. I'm sweating from the heat and all the work. My office clothes drenched with my sweats.
"Why don't you take off your shirt? Its gonna get dirty while you working." Dylan suddenly reached for me with his hands and started to unbutton my shirt.
"It's. Okay... just.... uhh... alright... thanks." I stuttered, didn't know how to respond while Dylan forcefully stripped my shirt off me. I'm used to have a lean and muscular body before I married Scott. But now at my age, I slowly gained weight, but my body is still under control. I do go to gym and jog on the weekends. My arms and chest are pumped up from regular lifting even though my belly is slightly bigger but my six-packs still visible. I'm used to people seeing my naked torso. In the gym, at the beach, but this time it felt different, especially around Dylan, knowing that he has interest in men. I don't know what he thinks of me right now, but I definitely sense the sexual tension between us. The whole bathroom starts to smell like sex and sweats. It's hard to focus on the pipe while my mind slowly drifting off to fantasyland filled with my fertile imagination. Anything can happen at this point, with Dylan so close to me, only few feet. My only dilemma is, am I willing to play with him even though I am married. Just for temporary pleasure with this guy? My mind wanders while my hands are working on the pipe. Anyway, I cannot stay here too long. My priority is to settle the pipe issue and go home. Nothing else. And there's nothing going to happen between Dylan and me. I gotta stop watching so much porn. I'm starting to think that most of my life situations are going to lead me to some sexual situation. However, Dylan is just sitting there, doing nothing but watching me doing plumbing work for him.
"You go to the gym a lot?" Dylan breaks the silence.
"Not much. Just enough to stay in shape." I simply replied.
"You look good for your age. Most of guy your age probably gave up on working out and focused on their work. It's just your belly needs a little work."
I laughed a little hearing his subtle compliments. I don't know what to add to this conversation.
"I'm thinking to start doing gym. Do you know any gym closest here?" Dylan added.
"There's one around here. 7 Stars Gym. I go there." Again I started to imagine unnecessary things.
If he truly dedicated to the gym, in just few months he can build up his muscles and will look better than his current body. I starting to imagine Dylan's youthful face combine with a jock body, smooth shaven skin, and perky ass... Fuck.
"Oh that's good to hear. We can go together sometimes. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two about working out." Dylan replied. Is that just a joke or he's really serious?
"Which area are you focused on?" I asked. Should've just laugh it off and let it go. But instead I extend the topic. Maybe deep inside me, I did things unconsciously before making any decision.
"Biceps. That's my main thing. A little bit on chest and abs. Oh yeah, ASS. Cuz you know, ass is really popular these days." Dylan replied while taking off his shirt. Showing me the part of his body he want to work on. I can't help but look at his bare torso. He looked beautiful already. No need to work out to look good. His skin was tan and smooth covered with sweaty peach fuzz all over his skin. But my eyes fixed on his puffy nipples. Those things definitely gonna taste good on my tongue. I'm so going to jerk it off when I get home, unless...
"Alright. We can work on that." I replied.
"Nice. How about you?" Dylan asked. I don't catch what he meant.
"About what?" "What you like?"
"What I like?" I can think of several meanings to this question, even dirty meanings. But judging from the topic, he must be asking a question related to gym and working out. But what does he mean? What I like? I'm waiting for him to reply or give me some meaning, but instead we just look at each other. I'm starting to get nervous, waiting for his reply. Where is this conversation going? I looked at Dylan with confusion. Dylan just look at me back, its like he waited for me to catch on. My hands stopped working. It is the most awkward and intense few seconds. Dylan's hand slowly stroking his soda can up and down. Is he hinting something sexual? I can feel my cock getting hard as steel and balls tensed up. The sexual energy is off the chart. I'm pretty sure he can hear my heart beating like crazy right now.
"Oh sorry. I mean what exercises do you like? Like which part of your body you focused on?" Dylan explains himself.
"Ohhhh! Uhhh yeah more on chest and biceps. Sometimes on thigh too." I replied.
"What did you think I meant when I asked what you like?" Dylan asked again.
"Ughh nothing...nothing." I replied shyly.
"Does your husband go with you? To the gym?"
"No...He's not into working out."
"Oh...what's his name again?" "Scott?"
"Yeah Scott.
I'm nervous hearing that. So far he's been asking suspicious question to mess with my mind. Its either Dylan playing mind games with me or I just overthinking this situations.
"You're married. How long?"
"15 years ago. Why?"
"Are things still the same as when you first fall in love? Or have things slowly died down after having children, and busy with career?"
"To be honest, it's depends. You can't wait to get married?"
"Well I don't have anyone right now..."
"Surely you'll find someone, someday. Don't worry too much about it. You're still young."
"I have found someone, but he's married."
"Who? Me?" I hate to be narcissistic, but there's no one else that seems to fit that description other than myself. I don't even know why I joked about something like that but hearing that, Dylan just laughed it off. Seeing his face, smiling, somewhat makes me feel young and energetic again.
"How about yours? I mean your marriage?"
"Well...I don't know how to tell you" Honestly. I don't know how to explain this to him. I don't even realize that neither Dylan nor I should bring this topic into conversation. My marriage is supposed to be a personal problem. But instead I'm beginning to express my feelings to Dylan, a mere stranger I met just a few days ago.
"You don't have to explain if you don't want too. Sorry for being nosy."
"No it's all right. I can understand the curiosity sometimes. How about you? Dated anyone before?"
"Yeah. The guy you saw on my phone. My ex. Austin."
"Austin. Sounds like a heartbreaker" "Haha..." "Is he?"
"Well...yeah."
"Can I be nosy?"
"Go on. Ask your question."
"How did it start and how did it end?"
"A friend introduced us. Back in high school. When I was 15. We're just friends back then. Then we realized we shared so many things in common. One thing led to another and we slowly developed a relationship and understanding. It's not even official."
"Sounds familiar"
"Scott?"
"Nah....I dated a few guys before him."
"Oh...About Austin. I even lost my virginity to this guy. It was the best experience in my life."
"Wow...at 15? I lost mine when I was 12."
"Care to tell me more?"
"My gym coach. After school. No one knows."
"How did you end up fucking with your gym coach?" Dylan asked for more details. I'm getting too excited discussing this sex topic with Dylan. Plus, hearing him cussing somewhat increases the excitement.
"He touched me a lot. First it was normal. A pat on the head, massaged my shoulder. Then it went even further. He realized that I loved the attention. I return the favor when I was brave enough to touch him back. I still remember sliding my hand inside his shirt and playing with his hairy chest at the back of my class. Then one day, gym class was cancelled and at the end of school day all the students got to go home early. But not me, he asked me to stay in his office. Just two of us there. Then you know the rest. I still think it was the hottest experience I ever had"
"Is it painful?"
"Painful?"
"Did he fuck you?"
"No, it's the other way around."
"Wow. You topped first time when you're 12. Nice."
"Yeah." It was kinda hot sharing my sexual experiences to Dylan
I don't recall if I ever told this to Scott or not. As we exchanged experiences and small talk I noticed Dylan having a bulge on his pants. It's quite obvious and he's not even trying to hide it. I don't think he wears underwear. I can't help but having a raging boner at the same time. My work pants are kinda tight so it's impossible to hide unless I cover it with my hands. But unfortunately my hands are dirty and I'm giving Dylan a free preview of my raging manhood.
"I think the water should be running fine now. Try to open the tap." I said to Dylan. In my mind I expected this visit to end soon. I had not expected it to be this short or I was expecting something else? Instead of turning on the water faucet, Dylan went to showerhead and turned it on. The water came out dirty for a few seconds and clear after that.
"Nice ... that should take care of the problem but I am sweaty and dirty. Can't wait to take a shower."
Dylan suddenly undid his pants and took them off in front of me. Stood there completely naked. His cock was full hard, an upward curve, and about 5 inches and leaking with precum. I just stood there speechless. My eyes fixed on the erotic scenery. Dylan surely knows that my eyes are locked on his beautiful young body. He smiled naughtily. I don't what to react and did not know what to say at this point. My cock was begging for attention while my mind was struggling to stay sane in that moment. I was embarrassed. Just stood there looking at his situation like a pervert. It's too late to turn around or cover my eyes. Dylan pressed a good amount of shower gel into his hand and gently caressed his smooth body. From his neck he moved his hand slowly downward to his youthful cock. I've seen this scene in porn videos many times, but it's nothing compared to this. I can't remember the last time I had my hands on a young guy like Dylan. Watched as he messaged and stroked his cock with one hand and played with his erected nipples with the other. My cock twitched inside my pants, it's like it was begging to come out for attention. Dylan turned around to showcase his perky ass. He slowly caresses his ass cheeks and spread them wide showing his tight hole. His hole looks like it never has been touched, virgin and desperate to be violated by a throbbing cock. Dylan was more than willing to do more and now was giving me a show.
"Want to clean yourself before heading home?" Dylan suddenly broke the silence after a few minutes. I could simply said no......or......yes? But instead I stayed silent.
"Uhhh......I....uhh....." The words hung in my throat. My legs were trembling. I was about to take a step towards the shower and suddenly my phone vibrates. I looked quickly to see I had 3 missed calls from Scott. I had not even noticed that my phone vibrated before.
"Ughhhh.... alright. If there's nothing else to do, I need to go." I added. I made the decision to head home thinking to myself that nothing is going to happen besides Scott is waiting.
"Are you sure, you don't want to stay for awhile?" Dylan said as he stepped close and grabbed my wrist, trying to persuade me to come into the shower with him. His grip was firm and assuring, he wanted me to get in there.
"No .. it's fine. I'll just shower home." I tried to break free from his grip but with not much effort. I could simply break free with my sheer strength from this skinny kid, but somewhat I was still expecting something else from this situation
"Aww common. Just think this is my way of thanking you." Dylan's voice was getting desperate. He was pulling me into the shower.
"Dylan, Scott's waiting for me. He's gonna get suspicious. I really need to go now."
"Just for a few minutes. Please Tyler... I gotta thank you for fixing the pipe for me. I can't just ask a favor from you without giving something else in return...Common..." Dylan was not gonna give up anytime soon and I was getting nervous. I can feel that my cock is siding with Dylan and it felt like my mind was starting to lose its consciousness. "Fuck...." I can't even make any decision or say something at this point. Scott's waiting and there is now another call incoming. I didn't pick it up. Dylan waited for my response as he stroked my wrist.
"Dylan, I'm married. I shouldn't be doing this." I added.
"Doing what? Shower?" Dylan replied.
"Common Dylan, don't play dumb. I know what you're doing."
"I just offered you the use of my shower. Why are you bringing your marriage into using my shower?"
"For fuck sake Dylan, you got naked in front of me. What else should I expected."
"See? Caught you. I know what you're thinking about, about doing dirty things with me.... How long since you've had sex? Weeks? Months?"
"Dylan, stop it. Let me go." I'm starting to raise my voice at him. It's not funny anymore. I really need to leave and head home. He finally let go of my wrist, looking disappointed. I grabbed my shirt and put it back on. As I prepared to go home, suddenly I felt bad for raising my voice at him. And I felt regret. Maybe I should've said yes and go into the shower?
"Alright I gotta go now. Just text if you need anything." I said before leaving.
"I'll see you this Saturday." He replied with a smile, knowing this would not be the end of this. He's definitely going to make his next move next time we meet. I smiled back at him. My mind wanders as I drive myself home. The thought of Dylan's naked body under the shower was trapped in my mind. Later that night, Scott had already fallen asleep, as I was still thinking to myself. Suddenly I felt like I had wasted an opportunity. I wondered what would have happened if I actually went into the shower with Dylan. I don't mind crossing the boundaries in my imagination. It's a world only for myself.
I closed my eyes and imagine the possibilities. That kids probably a sloppy kisser. Not a problem. I would kiss that mouth until he learns how do it properly. Meanwhile, I would feel his wet body with my hands. Then, I would run my tongue from his neck, chest, and abs, down to his young cock. Probably spending extra time on his nipples. His body gonna taste even better covered with sweat and body odor. That's just how I like it. His virgin hole? Test it first with my fingers. His ass so fucking tight, at least for now. One finger, two finger, three finger. I think he's ready. Yes, he was born for the sole purpose to meet me and please my cock however I like. I'm gonna fuck that kid's brain out all over the apartment, different positions on different parts of the house. Lastly, that kid gonna be on his knees, ready to take his reward. A good boy who knows how to please me will surely be rewarded. I'm going to make sure his face is messy after I shot multiple loads, inside his mouth, neck, and chest; down to his abs. Dylan will smile while cleaning my cock as I gasped for air. He will be satisfied.
That's when I shot my load inside my boxer shorts. Scott was still sleeping besides me, not knowing what happened today between Dylan and me. It's 2am. I should be sleeping right now but instead I'm jacking off to Dylan. I never felt guilty fantasizing about other man than my own husband. It's not considered cheating. I would never cross that line. But today was so close. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Suddenly Scott entered the bathroom. I should've locked the door. It was silly thinking that he would not wake up. I was naked from my belly button down to my feet. My cock still dripping from cum. Scott saw me cleaning myself after masturbating. He didn't say anything, and neither did I. I put my boxer back on and headed back to our bed. I checked out my phone before I went to sleep. Dylan had texted.
Dylan: Thanks for earlier Tyler.
Tyler: not a problem
Dylan: hope you don't tell Scott about earlier
Tyler: don't worry about that Dylan: thanks ;P
Dylan: quite embarrassed about that Tyler: haha
Tyler: go to sleep
Dylan: goodnight
Tyler: night
My cock got hard again, even after I masturbated. But I'm just going to sleep for now. Scott came back and went straight to sleep. My cock is available for another round but I'm too tired. Suddenly I remembered that we promised to help Dylan move things into his apartment. I can't wait for that day to come, for some reason.
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