by Ryan Field
Jim frowned. He had been undressing him with his eyes. He didn’t think Len had noticed. He walked back to the bed and looked into Len’s eyes. “I’ll help you with your shoes, but then I’m leaving, Mr. Mayfield.”
Len sat down and spread his legs. When he did this, Jim went down on his knees and untied Len’s black leather shoes. He removed them slowly and set them next to the nightstand. When he was finished, Len ran his palm across the top of Jim’s head and asked, “Would you please remove my socks, too?”
This was the first time Jim had ever undressed a man. Even though he felt awkward about doing this with his best friend’s dad, he had to admit that his penis was growing and he felt a strange sensation pass through his body. He wanted to help Len get undressed; he wanted to hold Len’s feet in his hands for a moment. Every part of a man’s body had a sensual appeal to Jim. So he slowly removed Len’s beige socks and placed them inside his shoes.
Len went back against the mattress and lifted his legs. “Would you help me take off my pants now? Just tug a few times and they’ll come off.”
This was a line Jim wasn’t ready to cross…no matter how much he wanted to do it. He stood up and headed toward the bedroom door again. As he prepared to leave the room, Len stood up and said, “You can’t live the rest of your life in fear, Jim. Trust me, I know you better than you know yourself. I see a lot of myself in you when I was your age. If I could go back, I’d do things very differently.”
Jim stopped at the foot of the bed. “I’m not afraid of anything, Mr. Mayfield. It’s late. I’m going home.”
Len’s tone softened. He smiled and cast Jim a warm glance. “If you’re not afraid then I don’t understand why you’re so eager to go home. I’m only getting undressed for bed. We’re both guys. Guys get undressed in front of each other all the time in locker rooms.”
Jim swallowed. “It doesn’t look right.” He knew Len was twisting things around again; he was good at doing this.
“I don’t think you’ve ever been this close to a naked man before.”
“Of course I have,” Jim said. He was so confused now he wasn’t sure what he was saying. His dick was almost fully erect. If he hadn’t been wearing tight briefs it would have been tenting through his slacks. He stepped closer to Len and said, “How would it look if Cain or Mrs. Mayfield came home? Just picture that, Mr. Mayfield. I can just see the looks on their faces if they found us together like this. We’re doing a very dirty thing here, Mr. Mayfield.”
Len smiled. He unzipped his chinos, pulled them down, and stepped out of them. He was completely nude now. He hadn’t been wearing underwear. He was fully erect and poking forward without a hint of shame.
When Jim saw his dick, he covered his eyes and turned around fast. “Oh my God, Mr. Mayfield. Put your pants on right now! I can see your penis! You’re not wearing underwear and you have an erection. This just isn’t right.”
“I never wear underwear,” Len said. “Haven’t you ever seen another man’s erection before? Come here and take a closer look.”
“This is wrong,” Jim said. “And you’re old enough to be my dad, for God’s sake. What would people think? Mr. Mayfield, you need to put your penis away this minute.”
“I’m starting to think you don’t find me attractive, Jim. You’re making me feel bad now.”
Jim had removed his hand from his eyes, but he still refused to turn around. “Of course you’re attractive, Mr. Mayfield. You’re one of the best looking men I’ve ever seen. But we could get into trouble for this. Your wife would get the wrong idea. Think about the consequences.”
“My wife is out blowing her tennis instructor,” Len said. “And I’m tired of worrying about consequences. I’ve worried about consequences all my life. My wife and I have talked about this and we have an arrangement. I told her the truth about me years ago and she’s very content. That’s why I’m not concerned about her spending the night with her tennis instructor.”
It dawned on Jim that Len Mayfield was gay and he’d always been gay. He’d heard about open marriages like this before. He knew there were plenty of married men who lived double lives. “You know what I think, Mr. Mayfield. I think you should get into bed and cover yourself up right now. Your penis is very distracting.”
“Don’t you like it, Jim?”
“Of course I like it.”
“You know what I think?” Len asked.
“What?”
“I think you should change your name to V.”
“V?”
“V for walking Viagra,” Len said. “Because that’s what you are. You’re so adorable and so handsome you’re like a walking, talking Viagra pill. I haven’t been this hard in years. It’s really all your fault.”
“Oh, Mr. Mayfield,” Jim said. “You’re really crossing the line now. You knew all along what you were doing. You’ve been trying to seduce me since I walked into the house.” He started for the door again and this time he wasn’t going to stop. “I’m going home now, Mr. Mayfield. This just isn’t something I can do.”
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Len called out his named and said, “Would you please bring up my cell phone. I left it on the table next to where you’re standing. I don’t want to go downstairs without clothes and I like to have my cell phone with me at night.”
Jim looked up. When he saw the way Len Mayfield was standing at the top of the stairs with his erection in his right hand he gulped. Though he was so terrified he found it hard to speak, Len had the perfect body. He even had perfect legs. Jim found himself torn between running up the steps and burying his face between Len’s legs and running down the front walk with his hands in the air screaming for help.
Len jacked his dick a few times and turned to the left. When he was out of sight, he said, “I’m in the bathroom. Could you please bring the phone upstairs for me? I hate to be so much trouble. But I feel funny walking around naked down there.”
Interesting. Len Mayfield didn’t feel funny walking around naked in front of his son’s childhood friend, jacking his dick, squeezing his nuts. “Ah well, Mr. Mayfield. I’ll just leave it on the stairs and go home now. Even though nothing had happened, this entire situation could be misconstrued. People would get the wrong idea if they found us alone in an empty house and you walking around that way.” He started to ramble and repeat himself. His voice began to crack.
“Oh knock it off, Jim,” Len said. His voice came from the bathroom. He sounded as if he were scolding Jim. “Just bring the damn phone up and stop being so dramatic. I’m tired of playing games. You’re a man now. Start acting like one.”
When he put it that way, Jim went up to the top step and set the phone on the hall floor. “I’m leaving it on the floor. I’m going home now. I’ll see you later.” His voice cracked again. He wasn’t sure if he was terrified of the seduction or more terrified about his feelings for his best friend’s dad. His mother’s loving face flashed before his eyes. If Helen Darling knew her son was even thinking about sucking Len Mayfield’s dick it would kill her. And when he thought about how his father would react if he knew Jim wanted to tea-bag Len Mayfield’s balls and never release them, he would keel over and drop dead on the spot. And what would his best friend think? If Cain knew that Jim wanted to suck his father’s cock, he would probably kick the shit out of him and toss him out a window.
“I’m getting tired of this, Jim,” Len said. He was still in the bathroom. “Bring me the goddamn phone and stop acting like a fool.”
Jim closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He went up to the top step and said, “I’m in the hallway now. Where should I leave the phone?”
Len shouted from the bathroom. “Just leave it in Cain’s bedroom where we were a few minutes ago.”
“Okay.” He took a deep breath and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. He’d been worried Len would ask him to bring it into the bathroom.
As he entered Cain’s bedroom, he walked toward the bed and set the phone down on the nights
tand. When he turned, he saw the door had been closed and naked Len Mayfield was standing in front of it. Jim clutched his chest with both hands and moaned out loud. “I want to go home now. Get away from the door.”
Len spoke over him. “Let’s not play games. I’m not moving. Jim, I can see you are not like most guys. I know what you want and I know what you need. I’m just letting you know that you can have it whenever you need it. I’d love to give it to you. You can phone me at any time and I’ll be there. I think you’re the most adorable man I’ve ever met and I’m actually shocked at myself right now. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But I’ve missed out on a lot in life and I don’t want to miss out anymore. I don’t want you to miss out either.”
“Ah well,” Jim said. He couldn’t take his eyes off Len’s erection. He wanted it. He wanted to fall on his knees, wrap his lips around the head, and suck until he tasted Len’s pre-come. But it was wrong. This was his best friend’s father and one of his father’s best friends. “Please let me go home now. I just want to leave. You’re making me very nervous.”
“Don’t fight it, Jim,” Len said. “Don’t do what I did when I was your age. I know what you want and I know how to take care of you. I know you like to be dominated. I feel it in my bones.”
Jim almost choked. “Oh my God, this is getting insane. I want to leave.” While Jim said this, he wondered how Len could have read him so well. Whenever Jim imagined himself with another man, Jim was the submissive bottom and the man he was with was always the aggressive top. Jim had never once masturbated to the fantasy of fucking a guy. It was always a guy fucking him.
Len continued to talk over him. “I know how to spread your pretty legs and open you up. I’ll help you and guide you each step of the way. I’m here for anything you need and you don’t have to worry. I’ll never pressure you or force you to do anything you don’t want. In case you’re worried, I have condoms. But I don’t sleep around. I haven’t been with a man in so long I can’t even remember the last time. I’m absolutely disease free.”
A car screeched to a halt outside and someone climbed out. When Jim heard the car door slam, he said, “She’s home, Mr. Mayfield. She’s not going to stay out all night with the tennis instructor. What are we going to do now?”
Len stepped away from the door and Jim dashed out of the room. He ran down the steps, into the family room, and grabbed the half-finished martini he’d left on the bar. He took a few deep breaths and concentrated on lowering his heart rate. It was beating so hard by then he had a feeling his chest was moving. When he sat down on a stool next to the bar, he noticed his hands shaking. He shoved them under his legs and let his jaw relax. He’d once read that it was impossible to be nervous with a relaxed jaw.
A minute later, the front door opened and a voice rang out. “Did I see little Jim Darling’s car outside? Where is that boy?”
Jim took a quick breath and said, “Yes, Mrs. Mayfield. It’s me, Jim. I’m back here. Mr. Mayfield asked for a ride home and I gave it to him. I only drove him home and nothing else happened. We just got here.” He jumped off the barstool and faced the front hall.
Mrs. Mayfield hung her bag in the hall closet and set her car keys on the table.
“Mr. Mayfield is upstairs,” Jim said, forcing his voice to remain calm. Of all the things he’d imagined would happen after graduation, he never thought he’d wind up in a situation like this, and not with a married man he’d known all his life. “I’ve been sitting down here all alone waiting for him.”
When Mrs. Mayfield walked back she hugged him and said, “You seem a little nervous, Jim. Are you okay?”
Jim forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mrs. Mayfield. I’ve never been better. You have a nice home. Have I ever told you that? I really like your home so much.” He figured if he changed the subject she wouldn’t notice anything peculiar and he could get out of there unscathed.
She smiled and walked to the bar. “Thank you, Jim. You’re a sweet boy. You always have been. Why don’t you sit down and have a drink with me. You look like you could use someone to talk to.”
“I should be going,” Jim said. “I’m okay. I’m just worried about what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. I’m honestly not sure.” If he started speaking about his life and how confused he was he figured she would let him go without pushing him into anything too deep. She might even feel sorry for him and leave him alone.
But that didn’t work. “Sit down and I’ll make you another martini,” she said.
When he sat down on the sofa next to the fireplace, she walked behind the bar and mixed the drinks. By the time she returned, his hands had begun to shake again and he was sitting on them. It took all the control he had to lift his right arm, steady his hand, and take the martini from her without spilling it. He set it down fast on a mirrored coaster on the coffee table and thanked her.
Mrs. Mayfield sat beside him and flipped back her long blond hair. For a woman her age, she looked as young as Len Mayfield. She wore a sleek white dress that night and two small diamonds in each ear. Her shoes were expensive fawn leather pumps with a six inch heel. They complimented her long, sexy legs. Jim’s mother and most of the other women her age always whispered about Mrs. Mayfield’s trips to Florida in the winter. They claimed she always returned looking years younger, which meant they were suggesting she went to Florida for plastic surgery every year and never told anyone about it. He wondered if Len had had plastic surgery so he’d look younger.
“I should be going soon, Mrs. Mayfield,” Jim said. He faked a yawn.
“You’re a grown man now. You just graduated from college. You can call me Janice. Enough with all the Mrs. Mayfield nonsense.”
Jim frowned. He would have preferred to continue calling her Mrs. Mayfield. It seemed as if his entire life had changed in a flash. One minute he was a carefree kid in college and the next his mother and father’s friends were asking him to call them by their first names. Someone should have warned him about this in college. He could have been more prepared.
“Yes, I could do that, ah, Janice,” he said. Her name stuck in his throat and it sounded disconnected when he spoke it aloud.
Janice smiled and tossed her head back again. “Oh, Jim, what I wouldn’t do to be your age all over again.” She took a sip from her glass and laughed. “I’d certainly do things very differently, that’s for sure. Len’s been a good husband and I’ve had a nice life so far. But I would have spent more time getting to know him before we got married. We rushed into it and we should have waited.”
This need for people to tell him the personal details of their lives seemed to be contagious. He wondered if all the adults he knew would start doing this now that he was out of college. “Ah well, I’m sure we all have our regrets.” What else could he say?
Janice smiled and patted his hand. “Len’s been a good husband. He’s always been honest and up front with me. I don’t have any huge complaints. I just wish things could have been a little different. That’s why it’s so important to get to know someone first before you get married, Jim. And if you think there’s something you should know, don’t hesitate to ask. It’s better to find out sooner than later, trust me on that.”
She didn’t sound unhappy; just disillusioned with life in general. But it still caused a tug in Jim’s heart. “I really should be going now.” He was afraid if he had to spend another minute in that house his heart would jump out of his chest. He’d never experienced so many different emotions in one night, one after the other.
“Did you know I used to change your diapers when you were a baby?” Janice said.
Jim continued to stare at her without blinking. “Yes, I’ve heard that, ah, Janice.”
“I don’t want to be presumptuous, Jim,” she said. “I just think you’re putting too much emphasis on your future right now. Take this time and relax a little. Enjoy yourself. Play the field and sow a few wild oats, pardon the bad cliché. You’re a very attractive young man. I’m sure you have g
irls chasing you all the time.”
Jim heard a door slam on the second floor. He felt his heart jump and he pressed his palm to his chest. While Janice Mayfield continued to offer him advice about enjoying his youth, as if she’d missed out on her own youth, he waited for Len to walk downstairs and join them. Sweat began to drip down the sides of his face. He wondered if Janice would pick up on any underlying energy in the room and begin to suspect something when she saw them together. He had a feeling every single emotion passing through his body at that moment was written across his forehead. He’d never felt so guilty or vulnerable or trapped at the same time. As Len walked into the family room wearing the same clothes he’d worn to the party, Jim jumped up off the sofa and turned to face him.
Len waved his arm and said, “Sit down, big boy,” with a dismissive tone.
He sat and turned back to Janice. She was still talking about how he should have fun and forget about his future for a while. She glanced up at her husband and said, “I’ve been telling Jim he’s too intense. He’s stressing himself out worrying about his future and he’s forgetting all about enjoying himself.”
Len poured himself a glass of vodka and said, “I agree. He should do whatever makes him feel good.” Then he sent Jim a seductive glance, grabbed his dick, and winked right behind his wife’s back.
When Jim saw this, he stood up and said, “I really have to go.” This time he meant it and no one was going to talk him into having another drink. These people were nothing like he’d imagined they were growing up. He’d always thought of them as the perfect couple, with the perfect son, and all his illusions had been shattered in less than a few hours.
Janice stood up and put her arms around him. She kissed him on the cheek and said, “If I were you, I’d loosen up and spend the summer dating three or four girls. You don’t have to tie yourself down to anyone right now. You’re young. You’re supposed to live and have fun. I’ve always instilled this in Cain.”
