"I'm not sure... confused. It felt good--I mean, I expected it to feel good, but it was better than I imagined."
His comment made me smile. "I'm flattered that at my age...and after such a long period of not being intimate with someone, I still have it in me."
He smiled.
The door opened, and Brayden walked in, dripping wet, with a towel around his waist. I instinctively moved back from Westley, not wanting Brayden to see me being intimate with another man.
Brayden furrowed his brows and looked a bit confused to see Westley sitting on the edge of the bed, but didn't say anything.
"I'll get out so you can change," Westley said.
Westley put his hand on his cock to adjust his hard-on before he left the room.
"Good shower?" I asked Brayden, saying something to break the silence.
"Great," Brayden said in his usual cool demeanor.
"I'll hop in the shower now that you're out before some of the other guys wake up," I said.
I grabbed a towel from the closet and headed into the bathroom. My cock was still throbbing as I took my pants off.
I got in the shower and I put my hand on my cock to jerk off. Usually, when I jerked off, I thought about Ryan, but this time was different. When I closed my eyes, all I could think about was Westley. I ran my hand up and down my shaft and I kept thinking about how plump Westley's ass felt in the palm of my hand, wondering if he'd ever let me fuck him. After just a few minutes, the muscles in my body tensed up, a pulsing sensation coursed through my legs, and I let out a groan as I came. I watched as come erupted from me. I hadn't had such an intense orgasm in my life.
There were lots of things I would do differently if I wasn't at the cottage. I'd probably want to take Westley out to a nice restaurant to get to know him better. I would've probably waited a bit longer before kissing him, but being out here surrounded by nothing but trees and snow, and six more days before we'd have to leave, things seemed to move much faster.
I didn't know if that was what I was getting into. Was I being stupid? Callous even?
Even though I had experience with being in a long-term relationship, I didn't have much experience with dating, or hooking-up, or anything like that.
But there was another problem.
We were in a house full of people, including my son. And it was going to be more uncomfortable for me to be in the same room with the other guys with my growing attraction to Westley. I just felt like things were going to get complicated.
Despite just jerking off, I still had a semi hard-on, and the reason for it was obvious. Westley was still on my mind.
I got out of the shower and went back into the master bedroom. I started putting on my clothes. I was still feeling weird, and I couldn't help but feel a bit excited too. I was thinking about how I was finally ready to move on from Ryan, maybe not completely, but enough to feel like I was going to be normal again.
This week was supposed to be a special occasion with members of the Single Dads Club. It wasn't really a time to be hooking up with a really handsome and interesting guy. This event took place only one week a year. As the leader of the club, I wanted to make sure it was enjoyable for everyone. Yet, I felt like if I didn't take my chance with Westley during our time together here, I'd never get that opportunity again.
7
Clayton
I went downstairs, and some of the guys were in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I smelled pancakes. I noticed Westley in the kitchen, his hair was disheveled in a sexy sort of way. I liked seeing him in his natural state.
Because of our fight in the car yesterday, Brayden and I hadn't really been talking much, though he was getting along with one of the younger guys in the club, Jesse, who went to a prestigious college that Brayden wanted to go to. I wanted him to go there too, but Brayden was going to need more than good hockey skills to be accepted.
From the time I spent with Jesse in the club, I knew he was a good influence on my son.
"You should come and sit in on one of my classes one day," I overheard Jesse say to Brayden.
Brayden seemed reluctant. "Maybe, I should wait until spring when I find out if I'm accepted."
"If you really want to go to this school, you have to put yourself out there," Jesse said. "Going for a visit will help you see if it's right for you. It'll help you make your decision if you get accepted."
"Listen to Jesse," I said to Brayden. "He knows what he's talking about."
Brayden gave me a look. He hated it when I told him what to do.
I'd always tried to let Brayden make his own decisions, but the thing was that he'd applied to many schools which were far away, yet the dad in me wanted him to stay close so I could keep an eye on him.
After breakfast, Damon and Liam went out to play hockey on the small ice rink outside. Brayden noticed, and couldn't put on his skates fast enough. He immediately went out to join them. I watched from the window, seeing Brayden's eyes light up. The only time he was ever excited about anything was when he played hockey.
Brayden was really good at hockey and always brought his hockey stick everywhere.
I noticed Westley coming up next to me to watch the guys play. I was drawn to what seemed like his own natural scent and pine.
"He's a natural out there," Westley said, looking out the window. "Does he get his skills from you?"
I smiled. "I did teach him how to play, but I don't think he gets his skills from me. He just has this natural instinct on the rink."
After a night of drinking last evening, some of the guys were hungover, and a lot of them were spending time with their kids. It was a good opportunity to spend some more time with Westley.
"You want to go for a hike with me today?" I asked. "I'll take you to a spot that has a great view of Muskoka."
"Just me and you?" Westley asked.
"Why not?"
He smiled. "That'd be nice."
8
Westley
It was a beautiful day for a hike in Muskoka. I was reminded of how wonderful it was to not have cell phone service. I was enjoying the sun streaming through the pine trees and the fresh snow that had fallen. Clayton and I took our time on the hike to be alone together in the forest.
"Will you kiss me again?" Clayton asked as we made our way up the path.
"Wasn't once enough?" I asked teasingly.
"I... don't think I can leave this trip without kissing you again," Clayton stopped walking and had a smoldering look on his face. "Please kiss me now."
"Are you asking me to, or are you making me?"
His lips touched mine before I could say another word.
I felt the warmth of him all throughout my body. The kiss wasn't just a kiss... I was starting to feel more and more attracted to Clayton and there were butterflies in my stomach.
I pulled back. "I didn't say yes. We're in a public place."
"Okay, so stop kissing me back," he said in a deep teasing voice.
I couldn't help but lean in and kiss him again, feeling his hands move to my lower back.
"How was that?" he asked.
I had a feeling he was holding back a little, like he was respecting how new this was for me.
"I feel pretty good, actually. I... don't know why I enjoy kissing you so much." I put my hand on his jawline. "Even when we were hanging out yesterday, I was on cloud nine and was just... feeling this overwhelming and wonderful bond with you. Then when I showed up in your room this morning, and... saw the way you were looking at me from the bed, I knew I needed to kiss you. Before I knew it, I was kissing you... I thought I was going crazy or something."
Clayton smiled. "I woke up thinking about last night and had to know what it would feel like to kiss you."
"Yeah. I remember thinking, what if I left the trip never knowing what it'd feel like to kiss you? I guess being around all these couples and men with kids has made me feel lonelier than usual."
Clayton smiled. "It's not just you. Even with my son here, I
felt a bit lonely too seeing some of the guys in happy relationships. Prior to this year, I'd only invited members of the Single Dads Club to this cottage getaway. But I'm glad I extended the invitation to partners, family, and friends."
"Why?"
"Because I would've never met you."
I felt a warmth course throughout my body from his words, which felt genuine. I leaned closer to him and he embraced me. Clayton held my hand, our fingers interlocked together. That was a new experience for me too.
We continued along the trail until we reached the top.
9
Westley
The sleeping arrangements changed that night. Brayden was sleeping downstairs on the pull-out couch. Clayton offered to let me sleep in his bed in the master bedroom with him. I agreed. None of the guys questioned or said anything about it, which I was grateful for. They were all too busy with their kids and figuring out where they were going to sleep.
I guessed no one really cared since there were as many as three guys sharing beds in some of the other rooms.
Clayton wrapped his arms around me and we cuddled as we fell asleep. I could feel his hard-on pressed against my ass. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but I didn't mind it.
That night I had a wet dream for the first time in maybe thirty years.
In the dream, I was in a hospital.
I frequently had dreams of me being in the hospital, probably because I spent so much time there. Even though sometimes it didn't even make sense why I'd be there.
I was lying on my stomach in a hospital bed, and someone else was on top of me. When I turned around, I was surprised to see Clayton with his face buried in my ass.
Clayton was naked too in the dream. I was shocked at seeing him naked. The look on his face was smoldering as he continued to lick me. I couldn't deny that I was turned on.
The dream was so real that I was almost certain I was actually getting my hole licked by him. The feeling was so unfamiliar and I'd never had a desire to be licked there before.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I groaned, and there was a beautiful sensation that coursed through my body. I was having an orgasm, I'd been rubbing my dick against the bed unconsciously in my sleep. Clayton snored away, unaware of what was going on as I was coming in my grey sweatpants. I was in shock. My heart was beating so fast.
Everything happened so quickly. I was feeling something for Clayton even subconsciously, and what happened in the dream with him felt so real. I turned to him and was breathing fast. I hesitated a bit before I moved my hands down his bare chest, on his abs, and down to his legs, then I started to stroke his thighs.
I didn't know why I was lusting for him so much. It almost felt like he was asking me to touch him even though he was still sleeping. My hand felt like it was magnetized toward his body.
It was the first time I'd been so interested in another man like that, but to think that he wanted me too made me less apprehensive to explore more with him.
Clayton grunted and stopped snoring. He rubbed his eyes and looked at me, grinning. "What are you doing?"
"You're... so handsome to me right now."
His eyes moved down to my sweatpants and he put his hand where my come had soaked through and furrowed his brows.
"Is that... what I... th-think it is?" he stammered.
In the darkness, I couldn't tell what he was going to do. I didn't know if he was upset, turned-on, or confused by what he saw.
He swiped his index finger against my sweatpants and rubbed my come between his finger and thumb.
I was confused too, but there was not much I could do. I was about to jump up from the bed and leave the room, but Clayton put his arm around me and brought me back to him.
"What do you want me to do... with this mess?" I asked.
"Take your cock out," he said. "I want to help you."
"No".
"Why not?"
"Just no."
"Take it out. Now."
"No."
"Come on."
I took a deep breath, nervous, but wanting to know what might happen next. "What are you... going to do?"
Without another word, Clayton pulled my sweatpants down and put his mouth on my cock. He started sucking me. I was still throbbing, even though I'd just had an orgasm in my sleep.
There was still a lot of come on my cock, which Clayton definitely didn't mind at all.
My eyes were focused on him as he sucked me for the first time ever. He savored my cock and the come on it.
It was only after I looked down to see how hard he was that I realized I wanted to touch another man's cock for the first time. His hard cock in his briefs was now the only thing I was looking at. I sat up and watched his cock throb as he continued to suck me.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I was more aware of what was happening, the situation was almost too much for me to handle. I began to moan and he kept sucking me harder and harder.
Clayton pulled his pants down and started stroking himself as he sucked me. I looked at his beautiful salt and pepper bush around his cock.
I couldn't help but compare his cock to mine. His cock was so much bigger and I knew I wasn't exactly small either. I was so turned on by the sight of him naked.
His eyes met mine, and the attraction grew stronger.
"Clayton," I moaned.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth and began caressing his lips with the tip of my cock.
He responded by licking my tip and sucking on it.
He sucked me until the tip of my cock was red. I felt my cock go in and out of his mouth rapidly.
I had my hand on the back of his head, pulling his hair softly. I pushed his mouth deeper on my cock. I wanted to feel him deep throat it, to feel my tip against the back of his throat, to feel his lips wrapped around the base of my shaft.
I wanted to taste him too, to taste the glimmer of precome on his tip, but I was too nervous to do so.
The sound of his groans as he sucked me was enough to send me over the edge. He wrapped a big hand around my balls, squeezing them. He pressed his other hand against my chest, trying to hold me still as my body tensed up.
Clayton was very strong compared to me and having someone able to hold me down like that was exciting.
I groaned uncontrollably as I came down his throat. My eyes widened, watching him swallow every drop. My groans were loud and I wondered if anyone in the cottage could hear me.
It was hard to believe, but I was actually getting swallowed by a man. It was my first real gay experience and I was in my forties.
He slowly took my cock out of his mouth, still teasing me, and lay next to me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Clayton closed his eyes and didn't ask me to return the favor. He stroked his big cock, and I watched him arch his back as he let out a groan, releasing come all over his chest and abs.
The room smelled of sex and our come.
"That was really fucking hot," he said... finally.
After I came, a lot of feelings surfaced and it was overwhelming.
Without saying anything, I left the room. Clayton must've been surprised to see me go, but I didn't look at him and he didn't ask me to stay. I went downstairs and grabbed a pillow from the couch, and slept next to the fireplace.
What I've done... isn't me. What has come over me?
I wanted to forget it ever happened. But the thoughts of what we'd just done plagued my mind.
10
Clayton
Just like that, Westley left.
I sat up and cleaned some of the come off my body with a towel. I went back to bed and I just lay there watching TV for a while. Westley never came back into my room. I got a bit anxious as I lay there alone.
Did I do something wrong? Had I gone too far?
Westley obviously wanted some space, and I had to respect that.
I regretted sucking him off so impulsively. Where was my self-control? But when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the
come stain on his sweatpants, I couldn't hold back any longer.
Maybe it was too much and too fast for Westley.
After an excruciatingly long couple of hours of being awake and alone in my bed, I was finally able to fall asleep.
11
Clayton
When I woke up again, it was six in the morning.
I took a shower, cleaning off the dried semen from my body. It was evidence of what had happened the night before. I didn't even want to shower since the smell of Westley still lingered on my body, but I had to.
I didn't feel like myself.
I opened the small window in the shower, and took in some fresh air, staring out into the vast forest.
I felt this burning desire for Westley and I was not going to let that feeling go easily without doing something about it.
Usually, I felt in control of any situation, in business and in life. But with Westley, I felt helpless and uncertain of how he really felt about me.
Since I'd awakened early, I decided to make breakfast for everyone.
When I went downstairs, I shook my head at what I saw.
Westley had been sleeping on the floor next to the fireplace. The fire had died in the middle of the night.
Westley was still shirtless, there was a white come stain on his sweatpants. He shivered in his sleep. Why would he decide to sleep on the floor rather than in my bed?
"You idiot," I said quietly under my breath as he remained asleep.
I picked him up and carried him up the stairs, trying to warm him up by holding him close to me. I took him back into my room, placing him in my bed and putting the comforter over him.
I noticed Austin was the first to wake up when I went back downstairs, though he was still shirtless.
"Sleep well?" Austin asked.
"It was alright," I said, not wanting to share what happened with Westley, even though Austin was my best friend.
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