Sadly, I didn’t have much say in the matter. I wasn’t a young guy any more and two orgasms in relatively quick succession was a lot to deal with now. I slowed down, having finished giving him what I had left. I collapsed on top of him and we fell to the sofa, gasping, sweating, hot.
“I can’t believe,” Wayne gasped, “how much I loved that!” Suddenly, the truth of that statement hit him. “Fuck! Fuck! No!” He didn’t know what to do. Was he gay, now? Was he? “No,” he continued. “I… I don’t want to be gay! It’ll finish me!”
“Finish you? Why?” I was surprised at how pleasant Jade was now, considering how utterly furious she had been with him just a few minutes before.
“The team,” Wayne said. He and several of his mates had been playing football together on a semi-amateur level for a few years. They were part of a small league and it was a good job they enjoyed playing because they were all pretty useless and had propped up that league in each of the last two seasons. “The lads,” he continued. “They’ll… they… You know – getting changed and stuff!”
“You do know Jamie’s gay,” Jade asked him. Jamie was the team’s goalkeeper and probably the only half-decent player on the squad.
“What?”
“Oh come on,” she said. “He’s been living with Tim for a year or more, now!”
“They’re room-mates,” Wayne said.
“In a single-room flat,” Jade said. “Work it out, dickhead!”
Wayne shook his head in disbelief. “Wow,” he said. “But still! My dad would fucking kill me if he found I was gay!” I’d got off him now and we were both sat up.
“Well,” Jade said, “tell me what you think of these!” She pulled up her t-shirt, exposing her braless tits. It was a sight I wasn’t sure I was ready for and I turned away.
“Wow,” Wayne said. “Fucking gorgeous!” He moved his hand forward to touch them and she pulled away and covered up.
“Glad you think so,” she snapped, “because that’s the last time you’ll see them, you cheating little fuck. Now get up, get dressed and get out!” She turned on her heel and stomped off.
Wayne said nothing as he pulled his clothes on. He headed to the door, a slight, but noticeable, limp as he winced from the dull, throbbing ache in his guts. He shouted a ‘goodbye’ up the stairs after Jade, but she didn’t answer him. He left, sadly, and I’ve never seen him since.
“You really turned him,” Julian asked that evening.
“Well, maybe not all the way,” I said. “His reaction to Jade’s tits suggests he’s still swinging that way a bit.”
“Yeah, about that, dad,” Jade said. “I don’t know who pissed me off more! Wayne for trying to grab a feel or you for turning away! I’m not that ugly, surely? I mean, I know I’m your daughter so I’m gonna have some level of ugly,” she smirked.
I threw a sweet wrapper at her. “Fuck you, bitch,” I said and laughed. We all did. “No, babe,” I said, when I’d recovered. “It’s just, I’m your dad. It’s not proper for me to look at that sort of thing!”
“But…”
“But nothing,” I said and sighed. “I got a glimpse before propriety took over, if that makes you happy.”
“And?”
“I believe the phrase used was ‘fucking gorgeous’!”
Jade smiled. “Thanks, dad. For everything. Now, I just need a new guy! Hey, Julian! You wanna take a young girl out and find us both a nice young man?”
“Hey? What about me,” I asked.
“You can find one too, I guess,” Jade said. “Though, maybe one nearer your own age. Like, seventy?”
“Fuck you,” I said again as we all started to laugh.
Julian and I often slept in the same bed. It wasn’t spoken about, we all knew and we all accepted it. Julian had his own room, that we furnished for him, and he usually slept in there but, when the need grew (or he just wanted a midnight cuddle, which was far more common), he came into my room and slept with me.
We weren’t boyfriends if you get what I mean. We were…casual. But I wanted something more. “I meant,” I continued, “what about us, Jules!”
Julian looked at me and, for almost the first time since that first night, he looked sadly at me. “There’s no ‘us’,” he said. “There will never be an ‘us’!”
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“But, I thought…”
“No, you didn’t,” Julian interrupted me. “You never think. You just assume we all want what you want. Well, I don’t want. What we have is nice and I’d like to keep it that way. But if you’re going to try and insist on more, it’s going to have to stop.”
“But…why?”
“Why? Why?” he asked and then said the most spiteful thing I’d ever heard. “Because you’re fucking old, old man! I like you and, yeah, I don’t mind fucking you, but I could never be more than that with you! You’re twice my age, for fucks’ sake!”
Now, the whole litany came out. “How do you think that makes me feel, huh? What, you think I don’t hear people talking about us when we go out? Two guys together is nothing, not any more. But two guys who are so different in age? They think either that you’re an old perv or that I’m a fucking gold-digger!”
“I think that’s enough,” I snapped. “OK. Fine! Fuck it! Whatever! You want a younger man? Go and fucking find one! See if I give a shit! Go on! The pair of you! Fuck off out!” I stormed out of the room before either of them could see me cry.
They didn’t go out that night, but things were never the same again. Within weeks, Julian had met Steve who, to my chagrin, was still nearly thirty but who was, apparently, good enough for Julian. A few weeks after that, they moved in together.
I cried then, too.
And that’s that. There was going to be more when I started, but the story got away from me, and this is where it ended up. No happy ending. No positive thought for the future. Just depressing, sad shit. Sorry if that’s a disappointment, but I did warn you at the beginning.
And, before you ask, no, none of this is true. I don’t have a dead wife. I don’t have a daughter (of any age). I’ve never met a young man and had a casual fling and I’ve never fucked a guy. All of this is the product of my own imagination, which is why it’s such utter bollocks. If you got this far, thank you. Those that didn’t get this far won’t read this so it doesn’t matter what I say to them!