What a view
I felt naughty as hell sneaking around like this. No, I didn’t make up the business trip, that was real. But I padded it with an extra day. What the wife doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right? I didn’t tell her either about the frequent flyer miles I used to fly Jeremy out West, too.
It felt even naughtier sitting across from my son in the high-end restaurant. Gourmet cuisine is not my thing and it’s even less Jeremy’s thing. My boy’s pretty much a beer and pizza kind of guy, at least when he’s not watching his carbs. Still, we both appreciated the fact we were out on a real, honest to god date in a nice restaurant. Prix fixe, wine pairings the whole bullshit.
I was feeling tipsy from the wine when I started to feel more brazen. Underneath the table my dress shoe tapped Jeremy’s and nudged against his ankle. Playing footsie, he rubbed against my foot and smiled. “This is nice, Dad,” he said. He’s 25 now and if anything has grown into his looks. Youthful, masculine, perfect. I wished to hell he lived closer, but he’s got a good job and enjoying city life as an out gay dude. Even has a steady boyfriend. That’s what made weekends like this special.
“You know what today is?” I asked.
He shook his head. “No.” His eyes twinkled and I wanted so bad to take him back to the hotel room and fuck him right then and there.
“Five years to the day…” I prompted him.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “How could I forget? The first time we did it.”
“Parents Weekend,” I added. “I remember that first night. Us sitting on the couch, knowing something was going to happen. I thought your roommate would never go to bed.”
Jeremy laughed. “I’d wanted to do something for so much longer.” He paused and raised his wine glass. My son probably had more of a tolerance than me, but he was getting buzzed too. “Here’s to our anniversary.”
We clinked glasses and sipped.
“Damn, it’s hot to hear you say that. Anniversary,” I observed.
“Our anniversary,” Jeremy repeated for me. “You know you’ll always have a special place in my life, Dad? No matter what happens.”
Back in our room, we kissed passionately. I hated to break the mood but I had to piss something awful. I excused myself and when I walked out of the bathroom my only son was naked and crouched face forward on a hotel chair.
“I thought I’d enjoy the view,” he joked as he looked back forward and waited for me to crouch behind him.
“Happy anniversary, son,” I said as I leaned in and started eating my boy’s hole out.